Breathing was a bit hard, but Jess steeled herself. She was here for a reason, and that reason was a session with someone who knew what they were doing and could give her back the control she so desperately wanted. The control of putting her own body into situations of harm and bringing it out of there without traumatic damage.
“Knives. Or needles. Anything that hurts or crushes. I want to not be able to walk out afterwards but know that I chose that and i chose to exit as well” she explained, following the dark haired woman through the hallway.
She wasn’t normally one to do this on request. She loved bdsm in all forms and loves dominating others, giving them pain, but she was the one choosing who to do it to, not the other way around. However, she was itching to do a session and the other was quite attractive, so that helped. When they got at the backroom that she used for her sessions with her lovers she sat down, blue eyes taking the other in. “Honey, I don’t do this as a job. For me it’s something as a part of a sexual experience. If you don’t want to be sexually degraded AND physically hurt in a safe manner you can leave and I will give you my friends number who will only do the physical part. Because I will fuck all your holes and get off on using your body in any way I please.”
