What's Your Safe Word?

 
she was naked
with green eyes like emeralds
the kind
no man can protect himself from
she smiled wickedly
said this is the day the calf becomes a bull
I cursed her silently
she sniggered
I tied her hands behind her back
her legs similarly bound
around her ankles
I lifted her up and slid a small stool beneath her
she was already groaning
in anticipation
before I inserted the ball gag in her mouth
I asked her what was her
“safe word”
she whispered stop
I slipped the noose hanging from the ceiling
around her neck
and began to work on her using my hands
teasing her by stroking her cheeks
tantalizingly before I
slapped her
and then more teasing
drew a bit of blood
I stepped back
admiring my work
I stooped and unlocked my attaché case
inside were tools
tools she liked me to use on her
no more
than I loved using them on her
I took great care
and slowly worked on her
she tried to speak behind the gag
of course she couldn’t
I think it was when I began to
pinch her nipples with the small pliers
that she fainted
a bucket of ice water brought her around
I continued tending to her
doing what she loved
she passed out many times
ice water to the rescue
her face by now
dark red with hand prints
on her cheeks
she was trying to speak
through the gag
her eyes
her bleeding eyes tried to tell me
what she was attempting to say
I stopped my labors
and said
I’ll stop if you’ll give me your “safe word”
she nodded her head
I kept smiling
you have to do better than that
I said as I opened a drawer
pulled out tickler
began to touch and brush in her
most sensitive parts
and . . .
although I didn’t think it was possible
she screamed a piercing scream
behind the ball gag