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“Oh yeah,” said Daicy, “I don’t want to dress up, I want it to be real too, and I don’t need you to call me Mistress or anything like that… I think about it being just us like we are, you know, friends, except that you have to do whatever I want. It’s like you lost a bet or something and you have to be my… sex slave,” she said with a giggle.

“Wow,” I said, “exactly, it seems more exciting if it’s really us. And I wouldn’t want you to yell at me or call me a pig or make me crawl around, the fantasy that really gets to me would be for you to just be you, friendly like you always are, affectionate… liking me… but using me at the same time, do you know what I mean?”

“Oh yes! God that’s exactly how I think about it Johnson !”

My erection was growing and starting to feel uncomfortable jammed up inside my jeans. I decided to take another step.

“Do you know what CFNM means?”‘ I asked her cautiously.

“Clothed Female, Naked Male,” she replied with a smirk.

“You’ve done some homework,” I said, smiling. “I fantasize about that Daicy, it would make the feeling of being your slave more… complete.”

“Oh, I think that’s hot, I’ve imagined it just like Johnson .”

“Okay, and now it’s my turn to be weird,” I said, “in a lot of my fantasies I’m, uh… I’m on a collar and leash. And the woman uses the leash to… make me do things. Is that too weird for you?”

“No… I like that. I like it a lot; I could get a collar and leash for you Johnson . So what would you like me to make you do on your collar and leash?”

“Well, uh… pretty much anything that would turn you on,” I said. “I think a big reason I like the idea of being a slave to a woman is the idea of her using me to get herself aroused. You know how a lot of guys like to watch women masturbate… it’s kind of like that but way hotter because you’d be using my body to get yourself off. Does that make sense?”

“Yes it does Johnson . God, I have to make a confession… talking about this is getting me, um, kind of excited,” she said. “You’re sure you’re not just humoring me, this is stuff you’d really want to happen?”

“Daicy,” I said, “it’s exciting me too.” I guided her hands over to my lap, boldly putting them over the growing hardness in my jeans. “See?”

“Oh! You are excited,” she said with that crooked grin as she traced my bulge with her fingers and shifted my arousal into high gear, “so… how do you fantasize about being made to get a woman off Johnson ?”

“I guess you already asked me that and I haven’t really answered.”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, smiling and still playing with my crotch.

I took a deep breath. “Daicy, you can use my hands and mouth any way you want, on any part of your body,” I said, looking into her eyes. “And I mean it when I say any part, I’m pretty oral… I’ll put my mouth anywhere you want for as long as you want.”

“Oh God, that’s giving me chill bumps… there are places I’ve never been… I’ve always wanted someone to… you know…”

“At some point we’ll have to stop talking so politely,” I said, laughing.

“Yes, we will,” she said, laughing with me. She put her hands to my face and pulled me to her, kissing me deeply… then she turned my head and whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had my ass licked Johnson . I want you to lick my ass… I’m going to make you put your tongue in it, Johnson . Right after you finish licking my pussy.“

“Well, you’re making it really hard for me now,” I said, turning back to her and whispering back in her ear, “I want you Daicy, and it makes me want to do things for you. I’d love doing that for you.”

“What else do you fantasize about Johnson ,” she asked, “tell me what else I can do to you Baby.”

Now my heart was racing and I still worried that I was about to go too far, but maybe not… It was time for another 20 seconds of insane courage.

“Um… do you want to hurt me Daisy? Would that excite you?”

She looked away, and then turned back to me, seeming to make a decision. “Yes, it would,” she said quietly, “It would excite me…. Johnson … could I spank you?”

I paused a beat…. There was no turning back now.

“Yes, you can spank me, but…” (Another deep breath), “would you like to whip me?”

“Oh God Johnson … wow,” she said, looking down again. She was silent for a minute and time seemed to be standing still. Finally she began to speak in a nervous voice.

“Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been fascinated by scenes in movies of guys getting whipped,” she said slowly. “Like in Westerns… I mean, it started when I was really young and I didn’t understand the feeling it gave me… I would get these butterflies in my stomach, and later… it started to turn me on.”

“I’ve never figured out why it affects me like that,” she went on, “it’s not like I hate men or anything, it’s just… it’s just something about seeing a strong man tied up and helpless, and… being hurt. You must think I’m really sick… I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

I took her chin in my hand and raised her head up to look at me and I saw her eyes were tearing up a little. I touched her face and said, “You’re no more sick than I am Daicy, because I want that… I want to be whipped.”

“For real? You’d want me to do that?”

“Yes I would… I’m really turned on by whipping scenes too, and I always want to be the one tied up and getting it. Only by a woman though — I’m sure it’s something screwed up about how I relate to women. I think it’s also just wanting to give up control and be taken over… you know, escaping from everything else.”

“Johnson , I don’t know,” she said, taking my hands again… “I’ve never actually whipped anyone but I’ve thought about it for so long… I don’t know why I have these thoughts, why it excites me… but it would be hard for me to hurt you.”

“You can try it with me Daicy, and find out if you like doing it for real… but I have conditions.”

“Tell me your conditions.”

“That you start off going easy on me and do it harder gradually. And that you really mean it when you say it would excite you. That’s what it would all be about for me, feeling you hurting me and knowing it was turning you on.”

“Yes and yes to your conditions Johnson . I’m so turned on about it right now. Of course I can go easy to start, but… how hard should it end up?”