Page 23 of Pretty Please Me
So, he’s either giving me a formal rejection letter and this fancy dress as a sympathy gift… or there’s something in that envelope that’s going to scare the absolute shit out of me, and this dress has something to do with it.
I throw my head back and let out a frustrated grunt to no one as I plop down on the floor and hold the envelope in my lap. What was I thinking last night being so forward with him? I can’t even blame it on alcohol because we didn’t even drink! No, last night I was drunk with desperation… and maybe a little desire.
There was something about how Sam described his lifestyle. It was like something deep inside me woke up, and my entire body felt on edge as curiosity danced in my mind. I’ve never felt so…aroused.
After we went to bed, I lay there and tried to turn my brain off, but the idea just wouldn’t leave me alone. I realized that if I wanted to get better at sex, I would need to do something more drastic than simply dating guys I meet on dating apps. Maybe it was time to step away from the amateurs and enlist some professional help. After hearing about Sam’s lifestyle and all the rules he set in place to keep things simple, I realized that that was exactly what I needed.
I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t at least put it out there for him to consider, so even though it was completely out of my comfort zone, I forced myself to march in there and lay my cards out on the table. I knew he’d be shocked, but I wasn’t expecting the pained look on his face. Mortified, I went back to bed, internally scolding myself, and tossed and turned most of the night as my embarrassment ate away at me slowly and painfully until I finally passed out.
I rub my thumb across my name as my heart races in my chest. Whatever is inside could change everything in my life, my friendship with Sam, or who knows what else.
I suck in a breath as I slide my finger underneath the seal and pull out a packet of papers neatly stapled together at the corner with a letter attached to the front.
Magnolia,
After much consideration, I’ve decided to agree to your proposal, provided you’re in agreement with the attached contract and conditions.
It’s important you understand this is merely an agreement between two friends and nothing more than that. My biggest wish is for you to be happy, and if I can help you with that, then I’m pleased to do so.
Please review the aforementioned contract and make any notes or modifications you deem necessary. I’ll send a car to pick you up for dinner at six p.m. sharp, where we will discuss the contract in its entirety.
I’ve provided you with a dress to wear this evening, as well as undergarments and shoes. I also had my assistant stock an assortment of new makeup and beauty products in the bathroom since all of yours were ruined due to the flooding. I’ve also included a lipstick that I believe would look fantastic with your complexion. Please wear your hair down this evening.
Read over the contract thoroughly, and come with any questions or amendments you have.
Please know that if this seems like it’s too much, I will not be offended in the slightest. I look forward to seeing you tonight.
–Sam
I hold my hand over my gaping mouth as I reread the letter three more times as reality finally sets in. I pull the dress out of the box to reveal a royal blue long-sleeve beaded fabric with a high neck. A pair of nude strappy stilettos with a delicate bra and panty set is tucked underneath. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I hold up the lacey bra and panties my exact size. He must’ve checked my dirty clothes before sending them off to be cleaned. I force myself to stop overthinking it. This is the kind of stuff I have to get past, especially since having sex with him will be far more vulnerable than knowing he looked at my underwear.
I place the clothes back into the box and grab the contract. Flipping to the first page, I begin to scan.
Section One: Code of Conduct
The Submissive will submit to the Dominant in every way
The Submissive will address the Dominant as Sir unless there is not enough privacy or given explicit permission by the Dominant
The Submissive will dress in a wardrobe provided by the Dominant
The Submissive will let the Dominant care for her and provide whatever he deems fit
The Submissive will follow the Dominant’s sexual commands unless the Submissive is uncomfortable and utilizes the safe words (Green, Yellow, or Red). In which case, the Dominant will immediately stop the scene, and both parties will have a discussion and renegotiate limits
The Submissive will use her manners at all times
The Submissive will not speak about herself in a self-deprecating way and will behave with confidence at all times
The Submissive will not put herself in harm's way or behave negligently
The nature of the relationship between the Dominant and the Submissive is strictly contractual. There will be zero tolerance for the expression of deeper feelings during the time the contract is in place. Failure to uphold this expectation will result in immediate termination of the agreement.
Punishment for the breaking of any of the rules will be determined/administered by the Dominant at the first available opportunity.
I swallow a gulp as I stare down at the list, gripping the thick stack of papers with my clammy hands. It’s all so formal and stated so explicitly, as if we’re negotiating a business deal rather than a sexual agreement.
The Submissive will Submit to the Dominant in every way…
