May Goes Too Far

There was a knock on the door – she never knocks, choosing instead just to come in. When I answered the door she was standing there in the same clothes she had on before but was holding a brown paper bag full of who knows what. She had a look of anticipation on her face and airily pushed past me with a brief peck on the lips and a smile. As I was closing the door she grabbed me by the hands and dragged me into the bathroom. She closed the apartment door herself instead.

Once there she stripped me down and gave me a quick ball shave and a shower. After I was cleaned up to her satisfaction she blindfolded me and led me through the house, past various obstacles, to the living room, where she had me kneel on the rug. There was something different about the atmosphere in the room. I couldn’t place what it was. Was it a candle? Or incense?

I heard her take off her clothes and kneel in front of me. She began fondling my dick and asked me what my safe word was. I don’t think I fully comprehended this whole safe word thing or fully understood how important they could be, I told her “Nothing.” I don’t know if she accepted that I had no safe word or if she thought the word was “nothing”. It doesn’t really matter for the telling of this story.