Teacher/student role-play? That’s hot.
A laugh escapes my lips as I type back to him.
This is real homework.
Like reading or something?
It’s a checklist.
I drop the link Charlie sent me into our chat then press send. After a few minutes, he responds.
Oh.
I furrow my brow in concern.
What’s wrong?
Nothing. I’ve seen this before.
Where?
I’m feeling strangely curious and a little wary.
Doesn’t matter. I’ll fill it out.
A few minutes later, he sends another message.
I don’t know what half of this stuff is.
Well, then look it up.
You have to use it to tell me what you do and don’t want to do.
It has to be completed before we do anything.
Electrocution?
Mummification!?
What the fuck.
Don’t kink shame.
Just cross it off if you aren’t interested in trying it.
I do not want you to electrocute me.
Noted.
You would, wouldn’t you?
Only if you let me.
And if you deserved it.
What would I have to do to get you to electrocute me?
Okay, first of all, you’re being dramatic.
It’s a little shock, not an electric chair.
And I think the punishment should fit the crime.
What does that mean?
It means you’d have to do something really bad to get punished like that.
Define really bad.
Lie to me.
Masturbate after I told you not to.
Disobey me.
The last one was hard to type out. This is still all so weird to me, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. But the thrill running through me right now is exhilarating, and I can’t remember the last time I was this excited.
Does that turn you on? Punishing me?
Heat blossoms in my belly.
Yes.
Does it turn you on?
Yes.
Makes me want to be bad.
What would you do if I jerked off right now?
My mouth goes dry. What is this man doing to me? Suddenly I’m reminded of the vision of Beau on his knees this morning and how enticing that image was. A tall, beautiful man submitting to me.
Then I remember what Eden said today. He wants to bring me pleasure. Even if that means letting me hurt him, torture him, punish him, and use him. What he wants is to give me what I want. It’s almost too foreign to comprehend.
I’d have no choice but to lock up your cock in a cage until you learn.
A cage?!
Yep. Look it up.
I’m grinning ear to ear as I wait. And just as expected, a moment later he texts back.
You’re crazy.
I’m a little scared of you right now.