Chapter 18: Her Master's Wedding, Part 18, Safe Word

"Oh, this is your call, James," replies Michael. "Whatever appeals to you the most."

I stand over and slightly behind her, where she should be able to see me in her peripheral vision. The falls smell of bees and honey, whispering as I trail the tips along her spine. Her breath hitches, she shivers and her arms goose-pimple.

"Charlotte?"

"Whatever you want, Master. It's for you to say."

Good girl....

I caress her skin with the soft tresses. "What are your safe words?"

"Yellow, Master. And red."

"Stand up."

Her face still lowered, Charlotte rises. I swing the flogger, just a little, letting her see the sweep and shimmer of the tails as they sway by my leg.

"Stand over there."

She follows my finger to the ceiling hoop and the rope, casually looped through. Michael acts as aide as she positions herself below, lifting wide mermaid-eyes as he murmurs something soft and she offers up her hands.