There was a time when Kitten and I were long-distance in our relationship. Living in different states was challenging, but nothing we couldn’t overcome with an occasional weekend together. We would meet in a state between us, a little more convenient location for her than I, but not a terrible inconvenience to me. I’d book a room at a decent hotel, affectionately known as “Our Fuckplace.”
One weekend I remember vividly because it was early in her submission to me. We were still at a stage where we were getting more familiar with one another. We had an idea of what got the other riled, but we needed to fully understand.
“Here. Lie face down on the ottoman,” I said as I tapped on the brown leather.
“Here? What are you gonna do?” She asked incredulously.
“Just do as I say. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I do.” She replied as she lay on top of the ottoman.