I stand. Dressed in black broadcloth dress shirt, black cotton pants and black suspenders with a red silk pocket square.
Morgan lays nude. Spread eagle, splayed in presentation with her arms and legs cuffed to the four corners. There is just enough slack that she can squirm. Just enough give that there is the hint that perhaps she could get free.
Reaching over, I grasp her chin and turn her head so that I can look her directly into her sea in storm eyes. Her body is tense but compliant waiting for what comes.
In full lecture mode, I begin, “So. Today I have many things planned for us. But before we begin, my Morrigan, let us establish now that your safe words are Red for stop. And this time it will mean full stop. No more of anything for the entire day. Yellow for slow or that a breather or break is neccesary. And Green for please more.
We have at some point done all of the things we will do today and all have been prior negotiated. There are none on your soft limits that we will be pushing today.
But, as we both know, that encompasses a broad range of potential activities.
If you are gagged or otherwise can’t speak then you will raise your hand if able or shake your head and I will remove the gag and wait for you to be able to speak to indicate red or yellow.
Given that you will be tied up for some or most of the day, hand gestures may not be available so this slow down and wait method will insure safety.
I have a full field kit that my teams use ready should you require it and I have a medical team on standby. While that may seem overkill, I will not risk losing you to shock. And given that I know you rarely call red, I do not want to risk falling into a Sadist headspace and risk you.
Nod your head to indicate compliance with this rule set.”
Her eyes sparking darkness and fire my Morrigan, my darkest night, nods her head.
“Excellent, then let us begin. For our first implement I have a electrified Wartburg pinwheel. Just a buzz to wake the nerves. An aperitif before the appetizer.”
Pelgris 