Page 29 of Breaking Vincent
I walk through the door first and take a look around, it doesn’t look as intense as you see in the porn videos, I was kind of expecting it to be a dark scary looking dungeon. And while the lights are low enough to set the sultry mood, it’s still bright enough that you can clearly see where you’re going.
There's a four-poster double bed in the middle of the room with a set of fresh bed sheets placed in the middle of the mattress. It looks like a regular bed until I look closer and see ring pulls attached to the top and bottom of the frame, big enough to weave rope or even metal chains through.
Visions of David chaining me to the bed as he has his wicked way with me makes the blood pump faster through my veins. I step further into the room and spot the other pieces of furniture, some of which I’ve seen before, like the St. Andrews cross and a spanking bench. Some I have no idea what they are.
I lift my mask, freeing my lips, “What’s that?” I say as I point to what I can only describe as a dismantled ladder with two side parts.
David follows my hand and responds, “It’s a naughty chair, or better known as a bondage chair.” He pulls out the centre part of it and explains, “It has a detachable stool, so you have the choice to add a toy to it.” He pushes the stool back in place and I can clearly visualise a suction plugged dildo stuck to the centre as you're forced to sit on it.
Interesting.
I take in a few more things and spot something which I recognise from certain videos. I must have been staring at it for longer than intended, because David asks, “You like that one?”
My cheeks flush, but I refuse to feel embarrassed about my wants. “Yes. I haven’t tried it. I’m sure I would love it, though.”
David walks closer to the Queening chair and holds his hand out for me to grab. I slot my fingers in his and allow him to pull me closer.
He lays his free hand flat against the padded box and pushes down on the squishy material, “And which way do you envision yourself being positioned for this?”
No point in lying, so I answer as honestly as I can. “With a trusted person, I would be the one with my head inside, servicing my… Master.”
If he’s shocked or surprised by my answer, he doesn’t show it. If anything, I swear, I see his already dark eyes deepen with what I’m guessing is approval or arousal. “And you think you could trust someone enough to keep you strapped in here, a buckle around your neck as they smother your face?”
I lick my lips, imagining what it would be like to have the weight of his ass and balls on my face as he takes what he wants from me. “Yeah,” my voice comes out much raspier than I intended. “Turns me the fuck on just thinking about it.”
He flicks his eyes down my body, the outfit I’m wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. I’m hard. He knows it, and I know it. But again, am I fuck going to let myself feel embarrassed about it. For once I’m being honest with another person about what I want and I refuse to feel shameful because of it.
David pulls me towards the bed and positions my body so I’m sitting right next to him. “Like I said before, nothing too extreme is going to be happening tonight. So, let's talk about boundaries, is there anything that you are interested in trying and anything you one-hundred percent know that you’ll never want. I know you said last night that you know what you do and don’t want, so please share that with me.”
I have thought about this a million and one times. All the times I’ve sat half-heartedly beating my dick to faceless men over the phone, all the times I’ve come home exhausted and felt that sad ache of loneliness in my chest when I realised there was nobody waiting for me to walk through the door.
“When it comes to this as a whole, I know what I want. I want a Master who will break me down until I can’t think of anything else except living in this very moment. I want to be hurt and humiliated. I want to experience how much I can push the limit between pain and pleasure. At the end of the day, I can only do this if I know there's a certain level of respect,” my eyes never leave his face as I say this and I don’t even know why I’m getting so deep with it.
This man is never going to be my partner and he is never going to fall in love with me, so I don’t know why I’m spilling my guts to him.
I continue to say, “I’m aware we don’t know each other very well, or even at all. There are certain things I won’t do if it's only a one-night stand or a temporary hook-up.”
“Tell me what they are. I may be sadistic, but I won’t break your hard limits.”
“Kissing. On the mouth, I won’t do it.” Now that I’ve said it out loud, it sounds silly. But it’s true, something about sharing a kiss with someone is too intimate for a hook-up.
“That’s ok. Is that a hard limit for kissing everywhere?”
“My body and neck are ok, Just not on my lips.”
He nods his head, “What else?”
“When it comes to a scene, I’m not really too sure. I don’t want something so intense it runs the risk of killing me. Some cuts and bruises I would like. Blood, I don’t mind, as long as we’re both clean. Bodily fluids to a limit are good, Scat is a no for me. Humiliation as well as praise really do it for me.” I wonder if there's anything that I’m missing, but nothing seems to be popping up.
To be completely honest, I struggle to stay focused and I get bored very easily. Which is why I need something like this, to keep my thoughts in the moment and to stop my brain from going a million miles an hour.
“I need to ask, because of the list you just gave me, some of it can be extreme and fairly dangerous. Have you experienced any of these things before, or are you new to all of it?”
Sticking to honesty is the best policy, I say, “I’ve never done a scene face to face with another person before. I have tried things on my own. That's not to say I’m some blushing virgin. It’s just the sex I have had has always been vanilla.”
Once again, his face shows no emotion and no judgement. I guess he either has a really good poker face, or he doesn’t mind that I’m not experienced.
“How does it make you feel when you have vanilla sex? Are you left fulfilled? Satisfied?”