As ever, MapleleafCameo and I have been having a quiet Sunday, plotting and planning to make you all laugh.
Sherlock is in Bold, John in Italics
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Sherlock, Molly wants to know if you want your riding crop back.
Most certainly I would like my riding crop back.
I have specific plans for it.
Ask if she was able to clean and disinfect it from the last time I used it.
What? Wait. Do those plans involve me? Because if they do I can tell you now I won't do it!
Oh, and she said yes, she got the little bits of flesh out of the weave and thoroughly disinfected it.
Still not playing Sherlock
It's for research, John.
Only if you let me reciprocate - I have some interesting research I'd like to do –
I was rather hoping you'd begin the application. I was interested in the research of the stimulation of pain upon someone who was bound, face down on a bed, wrist and ankles tied to the bedposts. I want to see if the endorphins for the pain are as much of a high as the endorphins from sex.
And then of course I was interested in the sex.
With you.
Really? And you said you didn't read minds...
I don't need to read minds to know the sight of my skin, naked and sweaty, the contrast of my pale skin highlighted with pink and red crop marks, the sounds of my groaning into the pillow, the thrill you would have of seeing me tied down and under your control as you carefully applied stroke after stroke. I know that you have a steady, firm but careful hand and your aim is excellent. You would avoid hitting sensitive and potentially injurious areas. I also believe the after-care you would provide as both as a doctor and considerate lover would give to me would be outstanding.
It's a win-win situation.
And I really want to.
Well add this to your picture, genius. I'll be wearing combat fatigues, my army boots will be polished to a mirror shine and my sweat dampened olive green t-shirt will be clinging to every muscle, every dip and hollow. If you peek out from that pillow you can watch the ripple of muscle as I wield the crop to excellent effect. You. Will. Beg.
John, I…
You'll be ready. Captain Watson will be home in fifteen minutes….