My Dominatrix Wife Uses Me to Test Out Her New BDSM Equipment
“You’re already so wet, you dirty girl,” Angela chastised. “Your pretty little pussy is glistening with your arousal.”
“What’s your safe word?”
I rolled my eyes at Angela’s question. After two years together, I wasn’t sure why she insisted on talking safe word every time we scened. Not that we did full-on scenes that often — maybe once or twice a month. If my wife was going to tie me up and torture me, I mostly preferred we did it at home where she wasn’t distracted by work.
Angela owned Club Surrender, one of the most famous BDSM clubs in the country. Club Surrender was unique because it catered only to self-identified women, which made it a haven for people who preferred to walk on the light side of BDSM, as well as the queer community.
“Red for stop,” I answered dutifully. “Yellow to slow down.”
Thwack!
I gasped as her palm came down on my bare ass in a stinging slap. I wasn’t sure if she was responding to my sarcastic tone or my lack of an honorific.
“My apologies, Mistress.”
We were trying a new contraption tonight. Angela had ordered it for one of the private rooms that were…
