“Your safe words are simple. They work like a traffic light. Green means go. Yellow means slow down or pause. Red means stop. Are we clear?” “Yeah,” I reply with a shrug. “Madame. Yes, Madame.” A snicker slips through my lips. “Yes, Madame.” “Is something funny?” she replies seriously, stepping closer. This is not the same woman I just flirted with at the bar. As soon as we walked into this space, everything changed. I can’t quite tell yet if I love it or hate it. “No, Madame,”
