Page 11 of Valentine's Slave

He retrieves the contract from his bag and sits down, clearing our plates aside. He’s serious about business, and he’s not wasting any time.

“Let’s begin, then. Do you like to be bound, tied, handcuffed, blindfolded, and/or gagged?”

Despite my tipsiness, which mixes with my horniness, I do my best to go into my logical, hypothetical mode. Even if I’ve never done any of these things, I’ll respond as if I know what I’m doing, what I want. I know he wants that, someone who’s intothis lifestyle. So, I think about things as realistically as possible, imagining myself in every situation.

“Bindings are okay as long as they don’t restrict breathing and they don’t hurt. Blindfolds are fine, and a gag—not for too long.”

“Excellent.”

He marks down notes with a pen. So, he’s old school, then. No noting down things on his phone or a laptop.

“You said no anal sex,” he says. “Would you be open to the gentle, lubricated exploration of the anal cavity with a toy, and then taking it from there?”

My mind snaps back to the long glass butt plug. Another shiver goes down my spine. Opening upthatmuch scares me. And it’s also making me wet. Valentino looks at me, and I bite my lip.

“Only if done very slowly, with the option to stop at any time,” I reply, a little shy to admit my explorative attitude. But the fact that I’m being so open with him is a turn-on in itself. I also wonder if he’s even going to take my preferences into consideration, or if, once I’m his slave, he can do whatever he wants with me. That’s what scares me. The one time I did anal with Shawn, it was a nightmare. And the worst part was, he loved it.

“The option to stop at any time is always present,” Valentino assures me. “Are you flexible? Would you be open to a range of positions, including standing up, back bending, leaning over equipment or swings?”

I’m double-jointed, bendier than most twenty-year-olds. A random but useful talent in this particular situation.

“Not a problem,” I say.

“Would you consent to a dog collar?”

“Maybe . . . but why exactly would you want to collar someone?”

“So that I can strip you naked and tell you to crawl,” Valentino says as casually as if he’s ordering a decaf latte at Starbucks.

My breathing speeds up again, and I take a second to respond. “As long as the safe words apply.”

“The safe words always apply.” He writes more in his notes. “Are you open to spanking, flogging, temperature play, and nipple clamps?”

“I’m not sure how I feel about nipple clamps. Don’t those things hurt?” I’m trying to say yesto everything, but that one scares me a little. “The rest should be okay.” Who am I kidding, the rest sounds fuckinghot. I’ve always been a sexual person, even more so than Hailey. I was just never with the right guys to bring it out of me.

“We can explore very slowly, if you’re willing,” Valentino says. “When used correctly, pain can be employed to boost pleasure. And you’re always free to use the safe words.

That piques my curiosity. “Interesting.”

“Do you consent to the use of all equipment?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Are you into dirty talk?”

“I’ve never really done it, but sure.”

“How about degrading or aggressive talk?”

“I don’t want to be insulted or belittled,” I say, trying to think of all the options, “but slightly harsher dirty talk is okay.”

His finger touches my arm, running up the length of my bare skin to my shoulder, and the warmth sends a tingle through me.

“Like calling you my dirty little slut and praising you for being such a good little whore?”

I try to hold back my smile. “Sure.”

“Is there anything else that comes to mind that you would like to ask?” His eyes roam my face, searching for something more. Maybe there’s a kink he hasn’t mentioned on purpose, hoping that I’ll bring it up.

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