His Chemical Romance

"I blog about kink, you know," Ms. Morrigan said to him. "Some of it is just exploratory. It doesn't mean that everything I write about, means you have to actually do it."

"I know," he replied. He had read everything of hers he could find, going back years. She had written about a number of scenarios they had never explored. But she had also written about things that had never occurred to him before, until they suddenly became his latest obsession. So he told her that.

"I see," she responded. "Like, licking smashed Twinkies from between my toes?"

"Yes. That's one example."

"Like cleaning my apartment naked, and being sent home without even getting to touch my feet?"

He nodded.

"I remember you stayed hard the whole time," she mused.

"I stayed hard the rest of the day," he informed her. She smiled.

"You're hard now," she commented. "You know, it seems your denial feeds your arousal, and your arousal makes you crave more denial."

Yes. She knew him so well. She leaned forward and stroked his hair, as he sat on the floor in front of her and caressed her toes.

"It's all that pent-up testosterone that keeps you down there at my feet, you know."

He nodded again.

"If I chemically castrate you, you'll lose that testosterone."

"I know," he said, trembling.

"It's the testosterone that has you thinking about it, you know."

He nodded again. She watched him, bemused.

"Do you think that without the constant arousal, you would still be able to serve me, for hours at a time?"

"I don't know," he said, honestly. "I guess the uncertainty is part of what is intriguing."

She continued stroking his hair.

"What about you?" he asked her. "Are you curious?"

"About being serviced for hours on end by a man who isn't being driven wild with lust?" she said with a chuckle. "Hmm. So, all the devotion, without any of the constant, relentless edging?

"Surrendering not only your orgasms to me, but your arousal? Yes. I think I would like that a lot."

They sat in silence for a moment, she gently stroking his head, him listening to his heart pound.

"Well, that's the good thing about the hormone treatments," she finally said. "It's usually not permanent."

The "usually" made him shudder.

"Okay," she said. "Go get my medical bag. Let's get started." (to be continued)....