With my meeting with B fast approaching K had also brought up the subject of joining us.

She broached the subject with me one evening over dinner. We often spent the evening together at hers when my boys were with their dad and her partner was at work. She kept me updated with their (her and her partner’s) exploration into the swinging world. The clubs, the couples and the mistakes. Since we had become friends she had started to explore herself more, and had gained so much confidence in her ability to orgasm that she was now camming alongside taking paid calls. What she wasn’t able to do is explore kink with her partner, and she was curious as she saw how much I got from it. She was very shy when she asked if the offer was still there for her to join me and sir, but I reassured her that it would be lovely to have her join us. All she needed to do was send him an email, and open the lines of communication.

K seemed relieved that the offer was still there, but very hesitant to make contact…

Over the next few days we exchanged many text messages, and she finally opened up about being dyslexic and her fear of looking stupid in an email to someone I had so much respect for. I had to pick up the phone and explain to her (with gentle amusement) that I was yet to meet anyone less likely to judge her for being dyslexic than him. He had told me at the start of our communication that he was profoundly dyslexic, I knew that he would understand! And now I understood why she had held back from sending him the email all those months ago. And then she got in touch with sir, and they started discussing her likes and dislikes. As her experiences had been around swinging he asked her if she understood that we would be playing within a D/s context, and he suggested she talk to me about what would be involved. He also asked her for more information on a couple of points she had raised.

Then she closed off again. This was hard work!

We would spend time together, and chatted about what he had suggested, but she didn’t want to answer his questions. I said that I would support her in typing up the response, but couldn’t write it for her, and I certainly wouldn’t be pressurizing her. If she had changed her mind I wouldn’t think badly of her. That way of playing isn’t for everyone, and she was my friend first, and potential play partner second. This is the text message I got the next day:

I totally wanna try this out x if i don’t like it then fine at least i know i will be safe trying it x

It turned out that she wanted me to help her write the email because she didn’t know what to write, and I had to explain to her that it need to come from her, in an open and honest way. If I helped her then I may inadvertently put pressure on her to do things she didn’t want to do, and I would not be doing that!

At that K was back on the case, and put together her answers for sir. 

With their conversation back on track and a date pencilled in for the following week sir set me a task. To come up with a something which included her, to please him. So one evening, with a bottle of wine in hand, I knocked on her door. She knew that I wanted to ask her something, and was a bit embarrassed about it. What I didn’t know was that her partner was joining us for the evening, following an early finish. Ah well, she was quite happy with my request, and with help from her partner I sent sir a picture of us topless, with body writing. Sir’s slut and slut’s buddy. He was pleased with my efforts, and her partner thought it was hilarious, but K and I were focussed on the upcoming scene, both nervous but for very different reasons.

A scene which seemed to come around very quickly indeed, after all of the hard work and patience required to get to this point.