MAKE ME WET
He had brought the ropes, whip, a paddle, ball gagged and nipples clamp.
I wore a tight black leather swimsuit, one that I had ordered two days ago and arrived this morning. I had bought a mask too. I didn't know why most of the women wore it, Mr. Raphael hadn’t worn one.
Maybe it was part of the role.
I ran the tip of the whip up his chisels abdomen. “From now on you’ll call me Madame A,” I said, making my voice thick like the women I had watched.
“Yes, Madame A,” he said, his voice shuddering as though he was trying to catch his breath.