[Clorinde really did not waste anytime to get her mind in this little play. It's exciting to say the least. A groan escapes his lips as his head is tugged back. It makes warmth coil in the pit of his stomach.
God, he's so fucked. He doesn't even know in what way, he just knows it to be true.]
Safeword is Credit Coupon. [He breathes it out as he already moves to start undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He doesn't know where things might go, so he might as well put in a fail safe. A quirk of his lips.] You don't have to ask. [No, she should demand it. He's the one wearing the collar. She's the one with leash in hand. She should tell him what to do. He always can refuse, but he has no reason to refuse her. Or perhaps she wants something more sweet? Something a little more vanilla? Perhaps he's being overzealous.
He slides the waistcoat off his shoulders and moves to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.]
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God, he's so fucked. He doesn't even know in what way, he just knows it to be true.]
Safeword is Credit Coupon. [He breathes it out as he already moves to start undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He doesn't know where things might go, so he might as well put in a fail safe. A quirk of his lips.] You don't have to ask. [No, she should demand it. He's the one wearing the collar. She's the one with leash in hand. She should tell him what to do. He always can refuse, but he has no reason to refuse her. Or perhaps she wants something more sweet? Something a little more vanilla? Perhaps he's being overzealous.
He slides the waistcoat off his shoulders and moves to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.]