Wherein Student becomes Teacher

It was with some excitement and with some skepticism that I took one from the vast numbers of the population of London, the ones who know nothing of the lifestyle, the vanilla, and beginning my courtship of her.

Slowly, we become close, but I made her wait, showing her that I am not one to be hurried into any sort of relationship. Three weeks of playing before I finally kiss her, and one thing is clear, that by that time she is beyond wanting. Lust had driven itself deep into her veins, willing her to give herself up to me, beholden to a baser instinct.

Boundaries continue to be tested, pushed. Slowly, surely. We begin to make love, in the dark, with awkward movements known only between new lovers. Small instances that can easily be neglected, a tussle of the hair, a rough gesture, a clawmark on the back, are answered with the same, urging me forth, and this is noted at the back of my mind for later.

Boundaries are pushed further. Unlike when I was an adolescent, I know exactly what I am doing and why. This time, I don't need to hold myself back on a leash, as I did then, for fear of hurting them for real. I am ready now, but the question remains as to whether is she.

I wouldn't be so careful if she had given any indication that she had these inclinations. She hadn't. She had given every proof of good breeding and elegance, which is what made these boundary pushing so nerve-wracking, but oh so worthwhile. Every step outside the boundary had no guarantee of success, worse, it risked everything, however I had to know, I had to push.

Small games played with giggling carry a small hint of seriousness. However, pretend roleplay that culminates in her addressing me as 'sir' takes me somewhere beyond oblivion. I pull up close and ask her what she would like more than anything in the world for me to do to her....

"Tie me up?"... she said, tentatively....