With our new rules in place, I’ve decided to bring Charlotte to the edge for a bit, to torture her just a little.
We stretched the other day – twenty minutes of her nipples struggling to escape – and repeatedly succeeding at escaping – from her bra. “They try to escape from everything I wear!” she said.
“They probably wouldn’t if you wore a slightly larger bra….”
“But then it would be too big!”
“Maybe it has something to do with what you think ‘fits’ means….”
After twenty minutes, we had completed our routine. I paid her. “The commercial portion of this interaction is over,” I said. “Now, please edge for me.”
“Now?” she said.
She lay down. Adjusted her camera. Stuck her hand down her shorts. And, twenty seconds later, shuddered and stopped.
“Again, please,” I said. “But this time, I want you to maintain eye contact with me throughout.”
This time, it took maybe fifteen seconds for her to say, “I have to stop.”
We made a little small talk. Discussed what she’d wear today. I asked her, when she got dressed, to edge after putting on each item of clothing, and to send me a photo of each, as she added it.
Charlotte is, as you see, a very, very good girl. She consistently does precisely as I ask.
And here you are, lucky reader/listener:
Aren’t we lucky?!?