“Red, yellow, green?”
“Yep. And, fair warning, I’m a bit of a drooler. Hope you understand gag speak.”
He smiled. “I am quite fluent. Restraints?”
“Feel free to tie me down with rope, or use clips on my cuffs.”
“Very good. Do you tend to go deep into subspace?”
“I’ve never become nonresponsive, although sometimes I lose track of time when it’s really, really good.”
“I should hope so.” He smiled, making her laugh.
“If you ask me for a color, I can tell you. I’m not afraid to yellow or red. But if I red, it doesn’t mean I want to stop the scene, unless I specifically saythat. It means whatever you’re doing at that moment, stop doingthatparticular thing and check in with me.”
“Understood. We will be playing with a friend of ours tonight, he will be here shortly. He had to stop by home and take care of something, so we rode separately. Perhaps it’d be best you watch us play with him, then you can decide if you still want to play with us. Of course, we will obviously negotiate separate limits from what Bob uses. And, fair warning, we do orgasm play with Bob. Keeping that in mind, I would prefer not touching you between the legs at all, and I’ll avoid touching your breasts with my hands tonight to avoid…complications. Perhaps we can renegotiate that in the future.”
She shrugged. “That’s fair.”
“Anything else you can think of?”
“Please don’t mark me below the knees, below the elbows, or above my neck. I prefer no deliberate skin breakage, but I know sometimes shit happens and blood welts pop up. Floggers, paddles, crops, cane, straps—I’m good with all that.”
“Edge play?”
“Such as?”
“Violet wand, knife play?”
“I like both, but knife play for sensation only. Not wet play. I loooove knife play. It’s one of my favorite things.”
“Excellent.” He looked up at Cris. “Go bring the other bag in, please.”
“Yes, Master.” He headed off to get it.
Landry smiled. “Bob isn’t a fan of the violet wand. And while I am a sadist, I am not an asshole. Usually. Although Tilly has on occasion called me one, and I’m sure Cris would agree.” He smiled.
She shrugged. “Everyone has different limits.”
“Yes, quite.” He sat back, crossing his left ankle over his right knee, his head cocked to the side as he studied her. “You…intrigue me.”
“How so?”
“You obviously know your limits and you’re not looking for more than just play.”
“Yeah, if you knew the bad luck I had trying to get divorced, you’d understand why.”
“Ah. That brings me to aftercare.”
She shrugged. “While I’d like it, it’s not mandatory.”
He had a thought. “Bob is single.”
“I’m not interested in dating anyone else, sorry. I’m not poly.”
And especially not a subby guy. Nothing against them, but she wanted someone who would take charge. She’d dated a subby guy once, before she met Kelly, and every time they went out it was a good twenty minutes of back-and-forth, “What do you want for dinner? I don’t care, what doyouwant for dinner?”
If they’d gone any farther and gotten married, they probably would have starved to death in a week.
