And guess who decides that last night is the perfect time to get back in touch? T. The sadist doctor. Messages below for posterity:
Patience pays. Secured 3 month consultancy in *******. Lunch Sunday? in B***? The one we should have had, long slow delicious bdsm conversation and them home to f**** to kiss long and deep? xxx
And I replied:
Whimper. You bastard. Can't think of anything I'd rather do. How did you know I would be free? Bastard again but thank you.
Then a stream of texts from him:
B***, midday Sunday. Soft dress and conservative heels, dark hold ups. I'm all yours. We'll begin. I hope uve been stretching. Beware we could very well fall in love deeply. Don't say I didn't warn you
If u hadn't been free, I'd have expected u to change ur plans. This is serious and we should proceed as such. I am a bastard, a sadistic dominant bastard but I'm entirely capable of being YOUR sadistic bastard and being so for ever. Now stretch all evening. I want you in AGONY. And I need you to be capable of the splits
But we meet and proceed also as 60% vanilla equals. V important to me. God I want to hurt you and make you orgasm til u plead for me to stop x
Well, what's a girl to do? ;-)
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