Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Who’s the M?

We are driving home. I can’t stop my curiosity.

“So… Saori you’re an ‘M’ huh?” I say.

“I am not!” says Saori.

“Oh? How do you explain what happened then? The doctor said you—.”

“That doctor was clearly mental!”

“You should trust the doctors more. Saori, let me remind you. Doctors make society better!”

“You used to hate doctors! Why are you being like this now?”

Saori’s being way too defensive. I back off and nod at her arguments and explanations. Do I believe them? No.

“That was a special case, okay hubby? I am not into kinky things,” says Saori.

“I mean, what we do normally is definitely not normal.”

“Well. I am talking more about the…”

“The what?”

“You… know?”

“I don’t know? What are you trying to say?”

I know.

“Things like ropes and… blindfolds…” says Saori.

“What! You have some pretty weird fantasies! I never even considered that.”

She turns red as a tomato. Someday we’ll try those. I think she’ll agree.

“Don’t worry. I’m just messing with you. Once again, I’m sorry about that. Won’t happen again.” I say.

“What if I enter the ‘wild state’ again?”

“I memorized the technique the doctor suggested already.”

“If the technique fails… I mean…”

“You have a show to film. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have controlled myself.”

I am still proud of my self-control and determination. It’s rare these days... But I controlled myself! I deserve a pat on the back.

“Hubby… I am not an M, okay?” says Saori.

“Yes. Yes. I believe you.”

“But hypothetically in certain scenarios.”

What point is she trying to make?

“You can… hit me a little.”

“I’m not doing that.”

You want me to go to jail Saori?

“When I get my hits in, you can respond,” says Saori.

What! Is this combat?

“Like here? With a fist? Not too strong though…”

She points at her stomach area. Good thing there’s an energy station ahead. I park my car there.

“Saori. Did something wrong happen to your brain?”

Saori grabs one of my hands and molds it into a fist. She places it on her belly.

“It is only a thought experiment. But if it happens again, I am giving you permission now.”

I’m not doing that!

“Maybe you can punch harder? Control it so that I do not blackout.”

Dream on. No punch will ever happen.

“Is that too hard? Well… you can make me blackout once. Twice?”

There’s something wrong with her. I’m in shock and am just staring at her.

“You can kick me, too. In the… made up scenario.”

I’m not beating you up!

“As long as you avoid my face.”

That’s not good at all! Saori’s eyes lock onto mine.

“Well… a slap is alright? One punch? How long do black eyes last?”

Alright that’s enough. I guessed she’s an ‘M’ in the bondage very minor pain sort of way. She’s way worse. This is crazy.

“I’m not doing any of that, Saori.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not? Are you crazy? You’re talking about punches and kicks here.”

“But look what I did to you…”

“You’re weaker than me. I can handle it.”

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“That is sexist.”

Is it?

“I’m not saying do it every time. But there are special cases.”

“You’re basically admitting you’re an ‘M’.”

“I am not! If you do not allow me to hit you first, I will get angry.”

It is combat then!

“I’m not doing any of that. The things you said are staying in your fantasies.”

“Hubby, you are being such a prude.”

Prude? Me? Did this girl call me that? Should I scare her a little? She doesn’t understand what she’s asking for.

My arm reaches out towards her face. I grab her hair and pulled it downwards, forcing her face up. I place my face closer to hers. Her body shakes.

“See how scared you are?” I say.

“Hubby, I am sorry.”

“As long as you understand.”

That scared me a little. Did I pull too hard? I let go of her.

“Why did you stop?” says Saori.

What in the Author’s name! This woman is crazy!

“I thought you were finally agreeing with me,” says Saori.

“I didn’t agree with anything!”

“Oh well. You cannot control your natural instincts for long. It will happen naturally.”

“That’s not my natural instincts!”

“We can take it slow. Also, can I ask for something?”

Take what slow? I’m never going to be as scummy as the one in your fantasies!

“What are you asking for?” I say.

“Can I…”

“Is it a hard request? Don’t worry, I’ll do anything for you.”

“Really?”

“Uh. Well, not the punching and kicking thing.”

“Not that…”

“Well, what is it then?”

Why is she hesitating so much?

“Can I… Lick your wounds later?”

“Yes.”

Did I agree too fast? Nonsense.

Infections? Doesn’t matter.

It’s hot.

Saori’s mood turns great from my response. You know what they say: ‘Happy wife, Happy life’ well in my case it’s ‘Happy wives, Happy lives’. We make it home.

As we enter our house the mess, we made greets us. It’s like a scene from an action film. There’s more damage that what I remember.

“Our couch is all ripped… Sorry,” says Saori.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I should order more sturdy seats. Something that’s scratch proof might also work. Anyway, there’s a something more important than cleaning up this mess.

“Come here Saori,” I princess carry Saori in my arms to the bathroom.

I remove my shirt, and in an instant Saori started licking them.

Her smooth tongue gliding across my back and neck felt amazing.

Did it set me off?

Of course it did. Her tongue feels like heaven. My body can’t withstand the euphoria. I made a mess.

Did I shoot it all over my pants? Yes. Oh well. It’s worth it.

“Hubby. They healed up now.”

It’s already over? Why didn’t I heal slower?

Note to self. I’m not going to the hospital next time Saori injures me.

Wait.

Am I the ‘M’?

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