down what you think the answer is or what you’ve discovered in your research. I want a well thought-out, contemplative post.”
I shoved the notebook back into my bag.
“To help you, I want you to spend thirty minutes meditating on it tonight. You’re not to write anything about it until your meditation is completed.”
Thirty minutes?
I almost asked again if he was serious, but the somber expression he wore made me change my mind. Then I decided what I really wanted to ask him was where the hell did he think I was going to find thirty minutes?
“What you can do now,” he said, “is to write your top three fantasies. Just a line or two.”
“That sounds like more fun.” I retrieved the notebook and pen.
“Good. Let me know when you finish.”
Since he wanted only a line or two and since they were my fantasies, it didn’t take me long. I put the pen down with a sigh when I finished, feeling just a little carsick from the writing.
“Are you okay?”
“Writing in the car doesn’t sit so well with my stomach, especially with the butterflies already there.” I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes.
“No more writing then. Instead, tell me your first fantasy.”
I cracked one eye open. He didn’t look like he was joking. But talking about my fantasies might take my mind off my queasy belly.
“The first one I wrote down was the one we talked about when Simon and Lynne were over. The men.”
“Ahh, yes. No way I’d forget that one.”
Me either. I hoped he set it up one day. That would be the most outlandish scene we’d ever talked about. Men watching as I pleased my Master. His strict look-but-don’t-touch rule.
“Second one?” he asked.
“That one’s easy, too. More of the consensual nonconsent.”
“Capture fantasy.”
“Yes. I didn’t write any details down, though.”
“I wouldn’t think you would. Rather takes away the surprise factor if you know when and how you’re going to be captured.”
“We haven’t done a lot of that type of play, but I always like it when we do. It’s a huge turn-on.”
I liked role play where it was like he’d kidnapped me. Maybe he’d make me his sex slave and I had to do anything and everything he wanted. Before I could explore that particular fantasy in my head, he asked, “Third?”
“I liked this one,” I said.
“Interesting. I would have thought you liked all of them,” he teased.
I swatted his arm. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes. Sorry to interrupt. You were saying?”
“Three was an interrogation.”
“That does sound like fun,” he said. “I could do a lot with that.”
“In my mind, I’m bound in a dark room. All my clothes are on, but as I give you answers to your questions, every time I give the wrong answer or one you don’t like, you cut away an article of clothing.”
“I think all three of these are tied for best fantasy in my head.”
“Mine, too. In three, you finally have me naked and I’m still all tied up and you give me another question. I refuse to answer it, so you make me take you orally. You’re rough, but it’s turning me on and I’m almost choking on your cock.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye. “It’s not exactly like breath play.” That was a hard limit for him. “But close enough, don’t you think?”
“Yes, pretty close. I’d have to think about it, though.” He squeezed my knee with his right hand. “I won’t do anything that could potentially harm you or cause serious health issues.”
“But a little cock gagging?”
“Would probably turn me on immensely.”
We pulled into the parking deck across from his office. Ihadn’t realized the time had gone by so quickly. Because he liked getting to work rather early, we were one of the few cars in the deck.
I looked at my watch. Still three hours until my meeting. I decided I’d either stay in Nathaniel’s office or go shopping or something.
“Are you coming up with me?” he asked.
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