Chapter 14

As I lay there next to her, she begins telling me that she basically watches the BDSM porn all the time. She tells me that her and her friend Daphne tried it a couple of weeks ago and it went horribly wrong. Daphne didn’t understand that being the Domme didn’t mean that she gets to be mean to her. She told me that Daphne just kept slapping her across the face, yelling into her ears lots of mean-spirited name calling, and finally tried to use a wine bottle to fuck her with. Sandra explained that nearly ended their friendship.

“Sandra, my darling, BDSM can certainly be exciting. It can enhance your sexual experience. However, you need to be absolutely trusting of the person, or persons who you are submitting to. I’m pretty sure that she will agree to your request. She loves you. I love you. Has she ever said no to anything you’ve asked of her?”

“Well ... no ... not really. Several years before we met you, she was very hesitant about joining me and my boyfriend at the time in my first threesome. He really had a thing for older women, but Mom sensed that and didn’t want it to become a way for him to get past me to hookup with her. She played, but she made it clear to him that it was a one-time thing. He broke up with me about a week later.” Sandra told me.

“Let’s start with some things you should think about. First, you need a ‘safe’ word. If the whole thing becomes too much for you there needs to be a way your Mother and I know that we need to stop. Ok? Second, the three of us will discuss what about the lifestyle excites you and what doesn’t. This way, we stay in the areas that excite you and not in the areas that you experienced with Daphne. Third, and probably the most important ... this is between the three of us. This will not be something that you will share with your sisters or the kids. Understand? This is only for the three of us. Maybe ... just maybe somewhere down the road we will allow this to expand slowly, but not anytime soon. Can you live with all that?” I ask.

“Daddy, what if I can’t think of a word or I use the word during an orgasmic climax?” She asked.

“A long, long time ago, when I was married to my first wife, we played a bit in the lifestyle with another gal. This gal was a real Southern Belle, southern accent, big drawl, she just loved being a submissive slut. Her word was “Atlanta”. She was born there and there was no reason for her to say that word when she was cumming. Since it was her birth place, it was an easy word for her to remember. Get the idea?” I explain.

Just as I finish saying that, Marsha walks into the room.

“Hey, if it isn’t two of my favorite people.” She says.

“Come join us Mom.” Sandra says.

“Um, naked or with clothes on?”

“Naked, of course.” I say.

Marsha starts to disrobe.

“Mom, Daddy has something to ask you for me.”