Sassy

He had come "just for a coffee, to feel the temperature" ("30° in L'Alambic", I almost replied) and soon found himself tied to the floor. Mutinous, I talk to him about gonzos, those porn films with no real script,
"Hello ma'am, it's the plumber, I've come about the leak...", and concluded that with the Dominas, it's not long before you're crawling with your bum in the air:
- Hello Mistress, I've come to plane your floor!
He laughs, loudly, then whispers in confidence:
- You know I love ropes, shackles, suffocation... But I haven't told you everything.
I lean over, ready to take in his confidences. He smiles thinly, confident that his experience with strings is at least equal to mine.
- Well, sometimes, I confess... I seek... to escape.

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I watch her slender, supple body twist, one leg bent forward, the other pulled far behind her back, a derisory ballerina stranded on the oak parquet floor.
- Escape, you say?
I tilt him on his side, release and twist his flexible wrists, crush his chest in the scissor of my thighs until I take his breath away.
- Keep trying, but I doubt you'll succeed... Houdini.
- And you could shut me up too? Instead of a gag, you could use...
- My panties, Houdini? You've come to the wrong place, I'm not wearing any.

(Houdini: American illusionist specializing in escape, known for escaping from straitjackets, barrels immersed in water, etc.).

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