“Ooh, yes please,” Bree breathes excitedly.
“Noted,” Mal chips in, a great big grin flashing across his normally serious face. He’s what you might call a fan of spreader bars. The playroom in the house we share has a set in every size and configuration you can put your mind to, courtesy of Mallon’s obsession with easy access.
“Tied to furniture — blindfolds — gags — rope — handcuffs, metal or leather — tape?”
Bree grins at me. “Yes, please.”
“Okay,” I chuckle. “I won’t do suspension with a first timer, so we don’t even need to go into that unless we choose to play again… Let’s talk pain. None of us are serious sadists, but if a bunny likes pain, we’re happy to dole it out.” Leo tosses a wink in her direction. We all have our bag, and the flogger is his.
“I have a high pain tolerance,” Bree offers confidently. “And I like it in solo play, but I’ve never had anyone… participate.”
“Alright, stop me when I get to something you don’t want or something you’re really interested in. Spanking — paddling — flogging —“
“I want all of that,” she interjects, and Mal jots it down. Behind our enthusiastic little bunny, he shakes his head with a grin. Mal hates to be wrong, but from the look on his face, he’s okay being mistaken just this once.