Once she was securely bound to the bed, Babydoll asked a question she probably should have put to me a few minutes prior.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you, Harry?”
“No,” I replied with a chuckle. “Not a serial killer.”
“Oh, good, that’s… Wait, why did you answer it that way?”
I affected a little twitch, a tiny jerk of my head, that I had never displayed before, as I lightly fingered her exposed pussy.
“Define the word ‘serial’ in this context,” I asked her, innocently.
“Uh, f-f-f-f-ive?” she eventually stuttered.
“Oh, then no, honey. Definitely not.”
I was kidding.
Babydoll knew I was kidding. I think.
At any rate, it put her on edge for the upcoming light BDSM sex session.
And a Babydoll on edge was compliant, eager to please, and inventive.
Just what you want in a bound girlfriend, no?
