"This is how this game works," she said, rolling the black sharpie marker between his fingers.
"I will write a word, a verb, on your body, where I want that action to occur. You may say yes or no to each one, but no gradients, arguments, or yes, but..." He placed three objects into my left hand: first, a wooden paddle, then a leather crop, last a suede flogger with a glass handle.
"For each No," she went on, "there is a price. The first no entails 30 strokes with the flogger, the second costs 20 crops, and the last No is 10 paddles. When those Nos are gone you only have yes left. Your safe word is red, after which everything stops. Everything. So be sure you mean it. Agreed?" She asked.
"Yes," Ramona said quietly.
she was naked, laying down on the floor. I relaxed into the pillow, but felt, she must confess, anything but relaxed inside.
She uncapped the sharpie. "Since I know you need to leave the house in the next few days, I will only write where clothes hide the words." With that, she bent over her abdomen and wrote COLLAR. The marker felt cold, sharp, and strange as each letter soaked into her skin. It felt something like the Wartenburg wheel he sometimes used, as if it were firing each of her nerve endings to explosive life. she read the word to Ramona.
"Yes."
He immediately bent and retrieved a black leather collar from their parents room. she fastened it snugly around Ramonas throat. Then she wrote, and read the word........
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