The darkest, deepest part of the soul

The darkest, deepest part of the soul

Jon

It's late at night, I think Hazel is asleep. I knock twice on Iolla's bedroom door. It doesn't take long for her to appear, but I've already left. I'm in the kitchen. When Iolla finds me, I'm looking in the fridge.

"Sir?" She rubs her eyes. I was asleep, after all, it's 1am.

I'm idle and anxious about waiting for these days at home. That means I'm more prone to BDSM than I've ever been.

"Go into the living room."

" Yes, sir."

When I appear in the living room, I'm carrying a jar of peaches in syrup and dragging a rope. Actually, I should use the Dungeon room for all this, but to be quite honest with myself, fuck Hazel! If she sees anything, I don't care. She doesn't like any of this and would certainly be horrified by everything I intend to do with Iolla.

" Kneeling."

Lolla kneels with her hands on her thighs, palms upwards, as they should be. I sit down on the sofa and slowly