I love a good power negotiation in BDSM – setting up limits, designing a “scene,” making it seem completely insane, then actually committing to it.
That’s why when I found a cute little kitten type in a city I was flying into, I floated this idea to her – she would pick me up from the airport and serve as my “Assistant” for the weekend. She’d drive me around, be my fucktoy as needed, and run basic errands. I didn’t know it at the time, but this young woman was perfect for my needs.
She was slightly taller than I was used to, but small enough that I knew I could throw her around a lot. Her nipples were pierced and she had no problems with exhibitionism or rough play. And the thought of her giving over COMPLETE control to me was enjoyable for both of us.
As part of the foreplay, I also broke one of my main rules for meet-ups. Normally, when planning a scene, I limit the amount of plans to three points guaranteed. I’ve learned that if you make a wish list for 10 items on it and you only get to eight, you regret the two you didn’t do. But if you make a wish list for three things and you get to those same eight things, it feels like you went above and beyond those wants.