Page 92 of Good Girl

Everything from our first two contracts is on this list. But there are several additional items that have been added.

Spanking.

Orgasm control.

Sounds.

Spreading.

Sensory play.

Predicament play – medium.

Predicament play – hard.

Anal training – at request of submissive. Hard limit, otherwise.

Punishment.

Correction.

Protocol training.

Medical play.

The page ends there.

“Anal training?” I look straight up at Darcy.

He raises his eyebrows and holds his hands up. “Only, and I absolutely stress this, if you are interested. The whole list is that way. If there is anything on the list you are absolutely not interested in, or if there is something you would like to add to the list, we are happy to discuss it now or at a later date.”

Derek jumps in, leaning forward and pointing to a line at the top of the page. “See here, it says that these are activities that we would like to explore with you, the key word beingexplore. We can use that word however you like. If it is an activity that is new to you, maybe we do some internet research together—”

“Like, we watch porn together?” I interrupt, because I’ve done the reading research already.

Derek pauses, but Darcy can’t help himself—he starts laughing. Derek’s face does a weird sort of contortion, like he wants to smile but knows he shouldn’t reward my behavior. I get a little giddy twist of happiness from his reaction.

“If that’s what you would like to do.”

“Do you have any questions about the activities themselves?” Hudson asks from his side of the couch.

“There are a few on here that I don’t recognize, like sounds and protocol training, but if everything gets discussed beforehand, I can say no, and I can use my safe words to end a scene, then I am okay to do my own research and come to you with questions after,” I reply and glance at Hudson. His face is completely blank, and I’m not sure if I answered right, so I tack on a little more. “If that’s okay?”

His eyes flick to each of the others before landing back on me. “Yes, that works.”

I smile and take a deep breath before I turn to the last page.

My heart explodes when I see the last two paragraphs of the contract.

I shoot up to standing, fingers gripping the paper, tits, ass, and pussy on display for everyone to see, and I might have even screamed.

What the fuck.

What. The. Fuck.

“Six months? You want six fucking months?” My heart has exploded in my chest, and spots collect at the corners of my vision.

“Language,” Derek scolds, but he captures my hand and pulls me to sit on his lap. “Now, tell us what the issue with six months is. If it’s too long, we are okay to shorten it, but know that it is likely that we will just extend it again.”

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