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What if she wanted…
Prologue
“What if she wanted to suffer permanent damage?”
The silence that followed was deafening. We all looked at Candy, stunned. She looked back.
“Yes, What if she did want to have it done to her? Why not? Why would you deny it to her?”
Candy, my girlfriend of two years, when among friends, had this endearing custom of thinking out loud, and elaborating her ideas for everyone to hear; I called it “Thinking in front of her head” Sometimes it was cute; sometimes it was shocking.
But I digress. Here we were our group of 5 very close friends, me, my girlfriend Candy, Robert and his wife Vicky, and Yukiko. We met four years ago, well; Candy only joined two years ago, while skiing, and became very close friends. We started to rent property in the mountains together and, eventually, a three years ago, bought this house between the four of us, Robert and Vicky, Yukiko and myself, splitting the cost three ways, each of us owning a third of the place. Robert and Vicky being married, share their third.
We all work in the city, and on weekends and holidays, we always come to the house in the mountains. It is near enough the mountain resorts that we can get there easily, but it is remote enough to be isolated. This is kind of good, since we can get a little rowdy, and it is quite often that our dinners end up with the participants nude in the large hot tub.
Shortly after Candy joined us, on a night when we were more toasted than usual, we had our first group sex experience. It wasn’t an orgy as such. In the hot tub Robert started fooling around with Vicky, and Yukiko playfully teased Candy. Things rapidly went downhill from there, and both Robert and I had sex with Yukiko. The girls seemed to have no problem with that, and the next day, at breakfast it became an established fact of life. Yukiko was not going to try and “steal” us from our girlfriends or wife, but she could share us. It did not take too long for us to start experimenting with bondage, and S&M. The girls were willing submissives, but we never tried anything really rough.
And this brings us to the day in question. On a Friday evening, after dinner and drinks, the topic of BDSM came up, and Robert and I had just stated that a dominant should never cause any permanent damage or scarring on a sub. That’s when Candy decided to think in front of her face, causing the conversation to come to a screeching halt.
“How about it?” Candy insisted, “What if she asks you to do something permanent to her? To prove herself to you. What then?”
While we were mulling this, Yukiko jumped in
“I for one find the idea exciting… Guess what, boys: If you want to do something permanent to me, feel free to do so. I love you both dearly, I do not want anybody else but you, and I am willing to give myself to either of you completely. Cancel my safe word from now on. If you are whipping me, do not stop until your arm is worn out, or until you are tired of it. What do you say?”
We really shouldn’t have drunk that Absinthe today.
Robert looked at me, and we both said, somewhat sheepishly “Okay, if that’s what you want, we’ll do it”
The remainder of that weekend was actually pretty normal. We played golf and biked during the day, and had sex and B&D during the night. The only difference was how we treated Yukiko. When she was tied up for whipping, we did strike her harder than usual, not with those strokes that hurt only through repetition, but with real, honest cuts of the whip. Both of us thought that she would chicken out in the morning, and we wanted to take advantage of the occasion. To our surprise, she did not change her mind, neither on Saturday morning, nor on Sunday morning.
At lunch on Sunday, after a lazy morning, that we had to spend indoors due to a persistent rain, Candy spoke up.
“Simon” she told me “I also want to cancel my safe word. I love you more than anything, more than life itself. Feel free to do anything you want with me, or to me, and if it is permanent that is OK with me. I would ask you that if you are going to do some permanent damage to me, you let me know sometime in advance, so I can savor the anticipation; unless you want to do it in the spur of the moment; that would be OK too. And no, I am not speaking in front of my head; I thought this out for the whole night”
I had to agree to this, of course. Vicky hesitated for a while, but eventually decided she would not be the only one to stay out of this; she had also seen our lust for Yukiko this weekend, and I guess she wanted some of that too. She did not make a speech like Candy or Yukiko; she just said, simply:
“Me too”