Secrets & Submission

“Tell me what you loved about it with him. Your scenes, the rewards and punishments. I respect and honor what you had with him. What we have will be different. I will be careful in ways I believe he may not have known how to be. Know that I do not think less of him or of what you had because of it.

“I will find your limits. Tell me now if there are any hard limits. Choking, degradation, fisting, bondage, caning, restrictive discipline, cuckolding, anything at all.” My jaw drops slightly from how easily he rattles off the terms.

“Cuckolding is me watching while you’re with someone else but not being … tended to myself, correct?”

He nods, his fist resting under his chin now. “Correct.”

“I don’t want that. I … The videos may have made it seem like I …” Frustration bubbles inside of me. “I am not usually so flustered. I prefer to be blunt.”

“Take your time,” he tells me. “I’m not in any rush.”

“I am possessive. I don’t want to be jealous. And I’m not, if it’s an equalsexual act. But using another woman to punish me … I am … I don’t care for it at all.”

“Cuckolding as a punishment is far different from your kink of exhibitionism and swinging or swapping partners. There’s a difference in act, in emotion, in intention. I understand that you can enjoy one and despise the other.”

All I can give him is a small nod and a whisper in return. “Thank you.”

“So … cuckolding is off the table, is there anything else?”

“Bodily fluids in general,” I answer.

“Including spitting?” he questions and my body should not at all react as it does.

“No. I meant … I meant …”

“Blood, urine and scat.”

Pushing my hair out of my face, the frustration turns to infuriation. I am stronger than this. I am capable of answering bluntly and without hesitation.

“I am detail oriented with this information. I understand if you haven’t been asked about this before. There is no shame in that.”

Again I nod, my lips pressed in a thin line.

“When we enter a scene, I will inform you if there is anything new to us, or anything we haven’t already discussed. There will never be any surprise discipline either. Those are the only times I will prepare you. You must use your safe word or even tell me you are considering using it whenever you feel unsafe or an action is unwanted. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“And your rewards will be pleasure. Excessive, freely given pleasure. I will test your boundaries, and I will discover what you prefer myself. That is my reward.” His voice is firm, and drips with sex appeal. Any negative emotions are quickly burned away by the primitive need that takes control of every piece of me. “You will not dictate your reward, is that understood?”

“Yes,” I answer in a whisper.

“Do you have any questions?”

“When will we do scenes?” I ask immediately.

His answer is unexpected. “To start, always.” His rough laugh is subdued and a deadly sound. “You’re surprised?”

Swallowing thickly, I nod. “Yes.” Although I’m slightly shocked, my body blazes with an eagerness to begin.

“You have your safe word, pink. Now I must find those limits in all things. It is best to stay in play for as long as you are willing and I am able.”

Adrenaline rushes through my veins and I find myself picking at the tips of my fingers.

“When do we start?”

“When you no longer have questions and acknowledge that you are now mine. My submissive. And I am yours. Your Dominant.”

“There’s one. I have … one more question.” With his eyes closing slowly, he nods and peers back up at me, still very calm, very soothing in his nature.