How To Use The Traffic Light Safeword System

Master H stands before me, his gaze tracing over my form as I kneel before him, anticipation and desire swirling in my eyes. Tonight, we’ve agreed upon a spanking scene—a dance of sensation and surrender that promises to ignite every nerve ending in my body.

With a flick of his wrist, Master H gestures for me to rise, and I do so eagerly, my body buzzing with excitement. Gracefully, I ascend to my feet, my skin tingling with anticipation as I await his next command.

“Are you ready, Lola?” His voice is smooth and commanding, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes, Master,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper, my heart pounding with anticipation.

With a nod of approval, Master H guides me across his knee, positioning me exactly as he desires. My back arches, and my bottom is exposed—a sight begging for his attention.

He begins the scene with a gentle caress, his fingertips tracing the contours of my body with reverence. Alternating between warming rhythmic taps and soothing strokes, he gradually builds up the intensity until I’m ready. Then, with precision and control, he delivers the first smack to my waiting skin. I gasp at the sudden sensation, my body responding eagerly to his touch.

As the spanking continues, I find myself lost in a sea of sensation, each smack sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I count each strike in my mind, savoring the delicious sting of each impact.

Twenty-five smacks pass in a blur of ecstasy, my body ablaze with desire. But as Master H prepares to deliver the next strike, uncertainty creeps into my mind. Can I handle more?

With a flicker of hesitation, I utter the word “Amber,” my voice trembling with emotion. Instantly, Master H halts his movements, his hand poised in midair as he awaits my command.

After a brief pause, he delivers the next spank—a firm tap, rather than the intended strike—as Amber indicates I’m near my limit. I take a moment to collect myself, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I assess my state.

He gently strokes my bottom and legs, offering comfort and support as I regain my composure.

After a brief pause, my breathing steadies, and I’m ready to continue. With a deep breath, I utter the word “Green,” signaling my readiness to proceed.

Master H resumes the spanking, slowly building up the intensity once again. Each strike lands with precision and purpose, and I surrender myself to the sensation, my body pulsing with pleasure as I embrace the dance of pain and ecstasy.

But as the intensity grows, a familiar ache builds within me—a sign that I’ve reached my limit. With a gasp of disappointment, I whisper the word “Red.”

Instantly, Master H ceases his movements, his hand coming to rest on my trembling skin. He leans down to whisper words of reassurance and tenderness, his touch a soothing balm to my senses.

Together, we remain in a moment of quiet intimacy, the scene paused as we navigate the depths of desire and surrender. And in that moment, I know that I’m in safe hands, my trust in Master H unwavering as we embark on this journey of exploration and pleasure.