‘Both,’ he said. ‘OK.’ He typed our new moniker into the profile, making our fake identity concrete. It was slightly alarming to see it there in flickering Arial.
We tried our best to simulate Mia’s profile – same age, same location, same level of education. Then it came to the part where we had to tick a long list of kinks.
Tom looked at me. ‘I guess we’re doing this as Mia?’ he said lightly.
‘I guess. I know what she wrote about most often, so…’
‘Abrasion?’ he asked.
‘I’m not sure what that involves,’ I said. ‘Sandpapering the nipples, maybe? I’d leave that one blank.’
‘You don’t fancy it yourself?’ Tom flashed a grin. ‘I can head down to B & Q if you’re curious.’
‘No, that’s OK. Age Play? I don’t think so. She didn’t call J Daddy or anything like that.’
‘What about me? Would you call me Daddy?’
‘I wouldn’t,’ I said shortly, noticing the next category and blushing in advance.
‘Ah,’ said Tom, a happy sigh. ‘Anal Sex. Yay or nay?’
‘That’s a yay. From Mia,’ I added hastily.
‘But not from you?’
My cheeks burned.
‘Uh, it’s a maybe. From me.’
‘Interesting.’
Before he could continue this theme, I blurted out the next one.
‘Asphyxiation!’
Tom raised an eyebrow. I shook my head.
‘Ball Stretching, well, that wouldn’t apply to female submissives, obviously…Bathroom Use Control? Have you ever heard of that?’
‘Making you cross your legs?’ surmised Tom. ‘I’m more interested in getting them uncrossed, personally.’
‘Mia never mentioned anything of that sort anyway. Begging? I’m guessing they don’t mean sitting on the station forecourt with a skinny dog. Put a tick. I think she liked being made to beg.’
‘And what Mia likes, Foxy likes too,’ said Tom teasingly.
He wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t want to tell him that.
‘I’m bearing all this in mind,’ he continued. ‘Biting?’
‘Hmm, depends,’ I said. ‘I guess a bit of nipping, love bites or whatever. Nothing cannibalistic, though.’
‘Definitely,’ he agreed. ‘Blindfolding has to be a yes, though?’
‘Yes. I dunno about Breast Bondage, though. Is that where they tie a rope around them until they stick out and you can see all the veins?’ I grimaced.
‘They ought to put some gradations on this,’ said Tom. ‘Mild, moderate, all systems go.’
‘Quite,’ I said. ‘There are shades and tones.’