Page 73 of Bound By Words

The list continued, but what struck me was his answers were identical to mine in both the column for giving and receiving. I had no idea how to use a flogger, but I knew he’d teach me. After watching a few videos of erotic floggings, I was down to try it.

“You can look,” I finally sighed, taking pity on him.

“Hmm,” he hummed as he flipped over the first page, and his eyes scanned it thoughtfully.

“What?” I asked self-consciously. “Is there something wrong?”

“No.” He didn’t look up from the paper in his hands but was smiling. “Quite the opposite. Seems we’re very well suited to each other, sunshine. I’m surprised at how open you are to trying new things.” Suddenly feeling a little vulnerable, I cleared my throat, and he looked up at me. “What’s wrong?”

“I can always change things if there is something I don’t like, right?” I whispered, my heart starting to pound.

“Of course,” he said with a smile. “As I told you before, this isn’t anything legally binding. Things are always subject to change and negotiation. That’s why we’re doing this. The checklist isn’t written in stone but guides me to what you think you’ll like. We can adjust your list accordingly if we discover you’re not into something.”

Nodding, I flipped the page on his, my eyes stopping when I got to the section on anal play. I scanned the list, pausing when I got to the note scrawled in red pen in the margin.

Soft limit of pegging is up for negotiation with Kelly. Only if she is open to anal play as a submissive partner to learn proper preparation techniques.

“What’s that smile for?” Nathan asked as he leaned into the couch behind him, his arms stretched wide. “You look quite thrilled with something over there.”

“Just perusing the section on butt stuff,” I shrugged, enjoying the almost predatory shift to how he was gazing at me.

“And? What’s the verdict?” he asked, his eyes never leaving my face.

Anal hadn’t been something I’d experienced before. I mean, I knew some guys liked it, and I’d had one brave college boyfriend try to put a finger up there once, but that was the extent of my knowledge.

“I’m taking it that you have experience providing it given your answers,” I guessed.

“Yes,” he nodded. “But we’re not talking about me. What are your thoughts? You put maybe on your list. That makes it a soft limit. Are you interested in trying it, or would you rather take that off the table entirely?”

Holding that pegging vibrator in my hand earlier with him had excited me. There wasn’t any doubt about that, but to put his…in my… “Can we try first and stop if I don’t like it?”

“Definitely,” he smiled, using his foot to stroke my shin. “But I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it. Should I be getting ready for you to try something, too?”

My face flamed as I blew out a shaky breath. “Let’s revisit that one later.”

“Calm down, sunshine. This isn’t supposed to be stressful.” Easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one having to think about putting things in his…well, yeah. Maybe he was. “There’s that pretty smile of yours. Why don’t you scan my list so we can get our game started? It’ll help with all this.”

Nodding, I slowly studied the next few pages, widening my eyes on the rope bondage and suspension section. It was clear from the older handwritten notes in the margin that Nathan was quite experienced in that aspect.

“I’ve got a few questions for you,” Nathan prompted, and I looked up where he was holding the second page of my checklist, my heart suddenly pounding.

KELLY

Connecticut

“Yes?” I asked, nervous about what Nathan was wanting to ask me about my list.

“It says here you’re into exploring light degradation. What would that mean for you?”

“Um,” I paused, not exactly sure what it meant. I knew what degradation was, but the subject was so vast. I didn’t think I’d be into open humiliation, but some name-calling sounded intriguing.

“I need to know what you’d like to provide it for you, sunshine. Which means you need to use your words. What kinds of degrading things are you interested in trying? Name-calling? Taunting? Open criticism? Using you as furniture?”

“Name-calling sounds like something I’d want to explore,” I answered quietly, and he nodded, deliberately waiting for me to make eye contact.

“What kinds of names?”

“I, uh…”

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