you? What is my pet hiding?"
I rested my head against his chest and hid my eyes from him. We were doing an odd balancing act of lovers and something more. I could almost feel us leaning too far to one side, and I wasn’t quite ready to fall down into the safety net yet.
When I looked at him again, his expression was as serious as my own. "If we do this, what would your terms be?"
He kissed me on the forehead and sat up. "Are you asking for the sake of asking, or are you actually interested?"
I took a good look around the room, and the cross along with the cuffs didn’t seem to bother me nearly as much as when we first entered the dungeon. "Interested."
"All my subs go through a period of consideration. During this time, the sub is trained to recognize and tend to my needs, just as I learn to tend to hers."
"You seem to have a pretty good handle on that already."
"Indeed, but you know very little about my own. I expect my subs to wait inside the door for me when I get home and perform more advanced tasks in public. However, seeing as this will be your first time, I’m going to make a few exceptions." He gestured to the middle of the room, standing after I stepped away from the bed. Once we were in front of the cross, he stopped. "While we’re in this dungeon, I only have one name. You will speak only when spoken to and call me Master. The same thing goes for when we’re at The Limelight or any other public setting where our lifestyle is accepted. When you address other Doms, you will call them sir. It’s a form of respect. But under no circumstances should you ever call another Dom Master, not unless you’ve played with him before, and certainly not without his last name."
"Master Devlin, for example," I said, smiling when Jake—or was it Master Logan now?—made a sound of approval.
"Yes. As for the kind of play we do, in the end, it’s up to me. It’s my job to keep an eye on you and keep you safe, but in no way should this make you think I hold all the control—you’d be wrong."
"I’m sorry?"
"Believe it or not, the subs are the ones who have the control. I’m going to give you two words—safe words. These can be used at any point during play if you feel something’s wrong. When you use either of these words, play stops immediately. No questions asked. No punishment. I’d rather you use one of these than to hold out past your breaking point. If something gets to be too much, you need to use them, understand?"
"Yes."
"The words are red and yellow. Yellow is something you’d use if you need to change positions, use the bathroom, or are feeling ill. Red is when I’ve taken things too far. Keep in mind that if you ever use red, whatever we were doing will be added to a list of hard limits. This means whatever play stops on red, we probably won’t approach it again for a while, if at all."
"And the hard limits?"
Jake placed a hand on the cross, inclining his head to the cuffs hanging in front of us. "They’re entirely up to you. You mentioned how Dennis bound you in the past. Does it bother you to the point of never wanting to try it with me, or just something you aren’t comfortable with now?"
"Neither. I’m just not comfortable with him."
He nodded. "What’s one thing you wouldn’t want to try, with me or anyone else?"
"I’m honestly not sure."
"And that’s okay, too. A lot of new subs don’t know their limits because everything is so new. This is why safe words are so important. If at any time during play you feel yourself triggering from whatever we’re doing, you need to tell me. This way, I can stop the scene, check in with you, and assess the problem. We will discuss our options, and if that scene should ever be done again."
"What about you?" I asked, looking from him to the cross and back again. "Do Doms have limits?"
"Of course. There’s very little I won’t do. However, if you’re expecting me to choke you, treat you like a wild animal, or defecate on you, I’m not
I rested my head against his chest and hid my eyes from him. We were doing an odd balancing act of lovers and something more. I could almost feel us leaning too far to one side, and I wasn’t quite ready to fall down into the safety net yet.
When I looked at him again, his expression was as serious as my own. "If we do this, what would your terms be?"
He kissed me on the forehead and sat up. "Are you asking for the sake of asking, or are you actually interested?"
I took a good look around the room, and the cross along with the cuffs didn’t seem to bother me nearly as much as when we first entered the dungeon. "Interested."
"All my subs go through a period of consideration. During this time, the sub is trained to recognize and tend to my needs, just as I learn to tend to hers."
"You seem to have a pretty good handle on that already."
"Indeed, but you know very little about my own. I expect my subs to wait inside the door for me when I get home and perform more advanced tasks in public. However, seeing as this will be your first time, I’m going to make a few exceptions." He gestured to the middle of the room, standing after I stepped away from the bed. Once we were in front of the cross, he stopped. "While we’re in this dungeon, I only have one name. You will speak only when spoken to and call me Master. The same thing goes for when we’re at The Limelight or any other public setting where our lifestyle is accepted. When you address other Doms, you will call them sir. It’s a form of respect. But under no circumstances should you ever call another Dom Master, not unless you’ve played with him before, and certainly not without his last name."
"Master Devlin, for example," I said, smiling when Jake—or was it Master Logan now?—made a sound of approval.
"Yes. As for the kind of play we do, in the end, it’s up to me. It’s my job to keep an eye on you and keep you safe, but in no way should this make you think I hold all the control—you’d be wrong."
"I’m sorry?"
"Believe it or not, the subs are the ones who have the control. I’m going to give you two words—safe words. These can be used at any point during play if you feel something’s wrong. When you use either of these words, play stops immediately. No questions asked. No punishment. I’d rather you use one of these than to hold out past your breaking point. If something gets to be too much, you need to use them, understand?"
"Yes."
"The words are red and yellow. Yellow is something you’d use if you need to change positions, use the bathroom, or are feeling ill. Red is when I’ve taken things too far. Keep in mind that if you ever use red, whatever we were doing will be added to a list of hard limits. This means whatever play stops on red, we probably won’t approach it again for a while, if at all."
"And the hard limits?"
Jake placed a hand on the cross, inclining his head to the cuffs hanging in front of us. "They’re entirely up to you. You mentioned how Dennis bound you in the past. Does it bother you to the point of never wanting to try it with me, or just something you aren’t comfortable with now?"
"Neither. I’m just not comfortable with him."
He nodded. "What’s one thing you wouldn’t want to try, with me or anyone else?"
"I’m honestly not sure."
"And that’s okay, too. A lot of new subs don’t know their limits because everything is so new. This is why safe words are so important. If at any time during play you feel yourself triggering from whatever we’re doing, you need to tell me. This way, I can stop the scene, check in with you, and assess the problem. We will discuss our options, and if that scene should ever be done again."
"What about you?" I asked, looking from him to the cross and back again. "Do Doms have limits?"
"Of course. There’s very little I won’t do. However, if you’re expecting me to choke you, treat you like a wild animal, or defecate on you, I’m not
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