?That’s why I have to get rid of my safeword. It doesn’t work for me if I can stop you at any time,? he looked puzzled. ?I don’t like pain, that...is not my thing, that’s why I always stop you,? He nodded, confused.I took a deep breath, trying to quiet the butterflies in my stomach.?I need to lose control, to hand it over to you, but it doesn’t work if I know that you will respect my limits, that you will not hurt me, that you will restrict yourself to what you know I want,? he nodded. ?That’s. Teased him about his rank," T'Pol stated dead-pan."You know me too well dear," Trip answered in a mostly mediocre imitation of Malcolm's accent and started to open the container."What is in that container?" Your lunch, darlin' and I'll get a kick out of feeding you," Trip answered with mischief."No, you will not get ... a kick out of it," T'Pol answered with a raised eye-brow."Why not?" Trip asked, still smiling."Because I cannot move my legs," T'Pol replied dryly."Good to see that your sense. I’ve been walking for a while when I start to notice the tiles on the wall deteriorate and slowly segue to plaster. A moment after that the hallway begins to incline, and the tiled floor turns to abrasive concrete.I’d like to say the time here passes quickly, but to be honest, I have no idea. This walk has felt both like a long, dull trudge, and a mere blink. I suppose that other than a bit of walking and talking, pretty much all I’ve done since I got here is partially drown and fuck – two. "She reached for my limp dick. "Then let me help." What! Why the hell are you home, wasn't there a football game tonight?" I said as she gripped the soft lace panties and began stroking."I guess you were too busy to notice that it's raining," she said, watching my manhood re-animate. "This is quite an impressive package you've got here, bro."I knew what we were doing was way wrong, but the feel of her hand and her panties on my re-formed erection felt awfully good.\"We really shouldn't be doing.