“For some people it’s about making someone look aesthetically pleasing, but I’ve never been all that fussed with that. I like that the bunny?—”
“—the bunny?” interrupted Tay.
“A person who enjoys being tied up is often referred to as a rope bunny.”
“What’s Italian for bunny?”
“Coniglio, butconigliettoorconigliettameans little bunny.” She looked at Tay. “If I were to call you little bunny, I’d sayconigliette, so it remains gender neutral.”
The smile that flashed across Tay’s face was warming. It was such a simple little adjustment, and one that made them feelsafe. Guilia didn’t understand how anyone could kick up a fuss about something so small that made people so happy.
“So you like that the conigliette…?”
“I like that they lend me their body for the scene. It’s no longer theirs, but mine to explore and play with. You wouldn’t have to think about anything, Tay, not even how you should be sitting or positioned. You get to give all of that up and have someone else do that for you.”
Those green eyes blinked slowly, and Tay nodded.
“I think I could see the appeal of that.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah. Could we try it?”
“Now?”
“Yes, please.”
“We’d need to talk through your safewords and what they mean first. And I’d want you to feel the rope against your skin, to make sure that you’re not going to have a sensory issue with it.”
“Bring it on.”
CHAPTER 11
Tay
It turned out that rope needed more than just normal safewords, because of the fact that in extreme cases the rope might need to be cut off completely. They settled on green, yellow and red; with yellow meaning that Guilia would stop what she was doing and check in, and red meaning that the ropes would be cut off Tay immediately.
Guilia even double-checked what aftercare Tay would like—which Tay wasn’t sure they remembered ever happening before—and then finally they came to the part of negotiations that Tay always dreaded: clothes and bodies.
“Do you want to feel the rope against your skin?” asked Guilia, and Tay wanted to sayyes yes yes, of course I want that, but it wasn’t quite as simple as that.
“I’m genderqueer,” they blurted out. “Sometimes I feel more femme, other days more masc, and most of the time I’m somewhere in between.”
Tay’s Daddy just smiled and nodded, waiting for them to continue.
“I’m pretty flat-chested, and I like that. Please don’t call them boobs or breasts or tits. Chest is my preferred word.”
“Chest it is,” said Guilia.
“And a cunt is a cunt,” said Tay bluntly, the only way they knew how. “I don’t like pussy or other names for it, but cunt is good. Cunt feels… factual.”
“Chest and cunt,” Guilia repeated. “That seems pretty simple, tesore. Now, would you like them covered or uncovered? And touched or not touched.”
Tay flushed as they realized what Guilia was asking. “I…”
“You have to use your words,” said Guilia. “Tell me, Tay. Tell me what you want me to do, and how you want me to touch you.”
This felt far more intimate than just listing a load of kinks or sex acts. Tay didn’t know where to start. “Ummm…”
