Sisterhood of Sin -- 12 --The Caged Cock - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 12 --The Caged Cock

... you've told me that. Seeing you dressed in sissy clothes is not something I really wanted. I just want to make sure you're getting what you need, too, and I want to feel that I know what that is for you. And I don't think you're good at telling me. Anything else?" "Pain. I'm against more than a little of it. I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to be hurt. The spanking was unexpectedly satisfying, but only because it didn't go too far and you were enjoying it. No caning for either of us, or ball torture for me, or any of that other sick shit." "Wow! What a relief. We're on the same page there." I could sense his relief when I said that. We were feeling around our limits and that was a good boundary to know. "I'm picking up that you have a submissive side, but I have no interest in anything that risky." I wait to see if he argues with me about the submissive side comment. He doesn't, so I drop it. I can explore that later. I've got him talking now and I want to keep learning. "Do you have a dominant side? I've thought maybe it was your principles that keep you from showing aggression to me." "You've seen my dominant side, when you gave yourself to me as a gift in that hotel. I think it's really crass when men exploit their physical superi... their strength advantage to bully women. I'll beat the snot out of a guy on a handball court, but you probably don't want to see that side of me in the bedroom. I think we both should be afraid of the consequences of letting that ...

... happen." Intriguing! I have no desire to be any man's punching bag, but I think he's telling me that he keeps aggression toward me bottled up. Maybe we can find a creative and safe way to let him vent some of that. "Fair enough, Dan. I might be a little tougher than you think. My ass certainly took as much as your hand without any difficulty, but I don't need a caveman. If you ever hit me in anger... let's just say that I have friends to turn to. But I think I can trust you on that. I think we can both benefit if we get outside our comfort zones in a safe structured way. So if it's okay with you, sometimes I'm going to be your slave and sometimes I want you to be mine. I'm thinking we can schedule playtime every Saturday night, unless some other commitment prevents it. Would you feel comfortable with that?" "It seems kind of dangerous, Cathy, and definitely not comfortable, but exciting. I'm willing to give it a try." "Good. Let's begin." I sit back in the chair. Pulling the hem of my habit up, I let Sister Cate loose. "Okay Danny boy, time for some payback. The royal treatment, your tongue, right here, right now." I point to my pussy, which has been getting wet as I've let my eyes roam over his body in the new light of his revelations. I've watched his cock grow and shrink several times. I'm not sure that it told me complete truths about him, but it lit my fire. "Yes, Sister Cate." I would swear on a Catholic Bible that I had no idea that Dan had a fantasy about performing ...