Page 42 of Role Play
Lucy
Two and a half hours. He told me to be at his house in two and a half hours and to have read through thecontracts.
I made it back to my apartment in only twenty-five minutes—which with Los Angeles rush hour traffic? That was nothing short of magical. Once home, I grabbed my robe, the contracts, and shed my clothes, running a bubble bath. What the hell was it about sitting in a tub of hot, soapy water that was so damn satisfying? I didn’t know. And I didn’t care. It was one of life’s pleasures and I was rolling withit.
I paused in front of the mirror, spinning to examine my ass where he had spanked me earlier. My skin was bare, no redness, no marks and I couldn’t help the moment of disappointment that fell in the pit of mystomach.
With a sigh, I sank into the bathtub, moaning as the steaming liquid sloshed around my body. I closed my eyes, taking a few moments to relax before going through the song and dance of a stupid beauty routine. First, I washed my face. Then my body. I ran the conditioning mask through my hair and my eyes caught the stack of papers, resting at the corner of the sink, tauntingme.
The conditioner needed ten minutes to do its thing. I sighed, dried my hands on the towel, then leaned forward to grab the papers. “Might as well get this overwith.”
I curled my fingers around the stack of papers and the pen and slid back into the water, pressing my toes against the porcelain edge of thetub.
Which should I start with?I shuffled through the papers. LnS. I already knew some of their policies from Andrea and something told me it would be less of a shock. I grabbed a sticky note off the front with a neatly scribbled message from Ash:You probably won’t need this. However, if you like what we do, a club like LnS might be worthjoining.
I snorted. From what I heard, you needed to be wealthy as fuck to join a club like LnS. As I flipped through the pages, nothing stood out as being too weird. It was a non-disclosure agreement, blah, blah, blah. Very exclusive. Yeah, yeah. Oh.Thiswas interesting. They dug up dirt on their members and employees and held it over them in exchange for their silence. Did that mean they had dirt on Andrea? My curiosity piqued, but I quickly shook it off. There was no secret Andrea had that I didn’t already know. We’d been best friends since kindergarten. I knew everything about that girl from her secret love ofWeekend at Bernie’sto her not-so-secret love of Goddess Cups.Ick. Seriously, how anyone could be that passionate about a silicone menstruation cup was beyond me. Her job security must be motivation enough to keepsilent.
Other than that, nothing about the LnS contract stood out. I scribbled my signature at the bottom, then momentarily froze. Why did I just sign that? Ash had already said I wouldn’t need it… it was just for my education. A little unnerved, I leaned over, setting it back on the sink beside thetub.
Taking a deep breath, I held the next document—two-pages titled “Ash Livingston’s Dom/sub Contract.” His words from earlier reverberated in my body. He didn’t do relationships.Anymore. My stomach somersaulted as I thought of the ring he kept on his pinky finger. It was feminine and textured—like some sort of hammered gold. And it looked like a wedding ring. I could see why he had that no Google policy. One quick search of his name would reveal everything I needed to know—wedding announcements, birth announcements, obituaries, whatever had happened to him was only a two-minute searchaway.
I swallowed, my throat burning for Ash. Most of my history wasn’t searchable. But if it was, and I found out that someone had gone behind my back to see into my past? It was a betrayal. Either I would earn the right to know—earn Ash’s trust enough for him to open up about his past, or… I wouldn’t. And I could live with eitherresult.
On that note, it was time to read this thing. See what Ash’s personal Dominant rules were. And if any were total dealbreakers.
The very first sentence struck meimmediately.
This contract is not legally binding. Both parties fully acknowledge that this is pliable and the language in this contract is for playtime vs. reality. For the sake of this contract, Ash Livingston will be referred to as Dom/Sir and ______, as sub/sweetgirl.
Well, okay then. There was something comforting in those words—in the acknowledgment right there at the beginning that a ‘contract’ like this was total bullshit. I swallowed, inhaling the lavender scented bubbles surrounding my body beforecontinuing.
Rights, Duties, and Obligations ~Dominant
I promise to care for and cherish sweet girl. I will help her, teach her and guide her, respect her limits and tease the line. I have the right to use her body so long as I do not damage her, inflict lasting injury or harm her mentally. I will use implements and tools on her for my own pleasure, I will bind her and restrain her, hit her, whip her, and I will have hersexually.
I will not use any drugs at any time when we are together. I will limit alcohol to two glasses per evening. I will help her find pleasure in submission, and I will make sure that she knows when she has pleased me. I will reward and punish her for her efforts andfailures.
I will not make unreasonable demands. I am aware that her needs outweigh my preferences. I will set a routine and rules for sweet girl, and I will let her know what the punishments are for infractions. It is my duty to be reliable, sober and caring. I will respect the list of my subs preferences and limits, and discuss them withher.
Okay… that seemed straight forward enough.Damn. I should have poured a glass of wine before beginning to read this thing.I could hop out, wrap a robe around myself and pour one now… but frankly, it just seemed like too much trouble. Instead, I kept reading, moving onto the rights, duties, and obligations of the submissive—it basically said everything that the Dominant one said, only worded to be more subservient. Safewords would be created… yes, of course. Her job—well,myjob—was to please Sir. Okay… that’s probably fine, but only because the language in the Dominant’s discussed his job was to give me pleasure, too. It all seemed pretty standard… at least from what little I knew about thelifestyle.
I am to give myself freely to Sir. In doing so, I am to be open and honest about my wants and needs, to let go of my negative self-destructivethoughts and behaviors, and be secure in the ability of Sir to make me feel safe in expressing these things toHim.
Yikes. This language didn’t sound like Ash. It didn’t sound like the passionate guy who threw caution to the wind and fucked a ton of different women—at least according to the rumors.No, not rumors.Facts.Ash himself confirmed them. Told me he didn’t do relationships. That he had been with Kelly only a few months ago. But this contract? It felt like a relationship, even if he was afraid to define it as that. Even if that relationship only lasted one night or one weekend… it was still something more than a casual hook up. He said Kelly wasn’t a submissive, but would she have signed one of these? Something in my throat clamped at the thought. That Kelly and I would be sharing aman.
Rules and Protocols for sweetgirl:
1) Sweet girl is to maintain physical contact with Sir at all times when out in public, from the moment they enter the vehicle at the beginning of their time together until the moment they exit the vehicle at the end of their time. Sweet girl will ask permission to leave Sir’s side. When permission is granted, sweet girl will stay within eyecontact.
Well, that’s impractical. How will I everpee?
2) Sweet girl has permission to look others in the eyes for normal conversation. Eye contact will not be maintained for longer than is necessary forconversation.
Okay, now we’re just leaving too much open to interpretation. What is considered “longer than necessary?” We might have different definitions of this. It’s completelycircumstantial.
3) Sweet girl will sleep naked at alltimes.
I smiled. Well, now we’re talking. This, I could livewith.
