The Sex Dungeon

"Pardon me?”

“That's your safe word.” She sighed in relief but felt a little bit disappointed maybe she wanted to hear those three words from him. Or maybe she missed Mark.

“But it has three words. It's a phrase.”

“Iloveyou. It's one word. Has eight letters.” She sighed.

“Don't you think it's too much?”

“Too much for who? Me? Come on. We know we need each other for pleasure not for love. Besides, I can do all romantic things without feelings. After all, we both know you don't love me and I don't love you.” He said very coldly and she went silent.

Silence filled the room.

“Yes, you're right. I love you it is. I love you is it for stop or for I reached my limit?” She was hesitant at first but she finally said it.

“Stop. As your husband and dominant, I'll know when you reached your limit. Your safe sign is a white handkerchief.”

“Huh?”

“Whenever you're gagged, you'll have a white handkerchief in your hand if you let it go it means stop.” He said and she nodded.

“I understand.”

“Don't