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“Yes.” He smiled, pleased and relieved that she was willing to open herself to more possibilities.
“So, things I don’t like the sound of are soft limits?”
“Yes. Hard limits are absolute nos. I accept that you want to put the bullwhip on the list of hard limits, but the other impact toys should really be on the ‘maybe’ list until you’ve tried them.”
“I want canes on the hard limit list, but the others can be maybes.”
“That might be wise. Canes can be nasty. It depends on how heavy-handed the Top is. Let’s look at the rest of your list. You gave the flogger a definitely want to try. Why?”
“I liked the way the flogger James used on Laura looked, but the other things sound kind of scary. I don’t think I get off on pain.”
“Let’s unpack that a minute. While spanking and other forms of impact play can cause pain, they also can be used for pleasure. You liked the flogging you saw, but not all floggers are soft like James’. Some can sting and give significant pain. Most have the potential for both. What about bare-handed spanking?”
“Well, maybe. How hard would you spank?”
“That depends on the reason for the spanking. I gave you a swat in the club. Do you remember?”
“How could I forget? I can still feel your hard hand there if I think about it. That wasn’t fun.”
“It wasn’t intended to be. Punishment isn’t, but spanking can be very erotic. Can we move it into the maybe column, and I’ll demonstrate later?”
She chewed her bottom lip. “Okay, as long as I can make it a hard limit if I don’t like it.”
Jackson agreed and perused the rest of the list. “I see you’re interested in bondage.”
“Yes, Sir. Thinking about it makes me wet. The way you made me hold the headboard that night after the wedding really turned me on. I think being tied there would have been even hotter.”
“And shibari?” he asked.
“I looked it up and the pictures really turned me on. The models were beautiful in the ropes, and they looked so serene.”
“I don’t know much about it, but Mitch teaches classes, so we can sign up next time.”
After more discussion, Paula agreed that electrical play might be interesting, and she’d always been curious about anal sex but hadn’t had the nerve to try it. She thought a lot of the stuff that was classified as sensation play sounded interesting. Jackson was pleased she was opening herself up to new possibilities, but there was one more limit he wanted her to change. “You’ve marked orgasm control as a hard limit. Why?”
“Without orgasms, what’s the point of sex?”
He chuckled. “Have you ever tried holding off your orgasm for a bit? Most women I know find it increases their pleasure when they have to hold onto it for a while. When they finally come, the orgasm is more intense and explosive.”
“That sounds interesting. The night of the wedding was pretty exciting.”
“I agree. Orgasm control moves to the maybe column. I think that’s a good place to stop with the limit list for now.” Jackson paused to see if Paula would say anything more about it. “Would you show me the contract you liked?”
Paula gave it to him and Jackson gave her another. “This is a baseline contract I’ve used to start negotiations.”
Paula read the first couple of pages that talked in generalities about the relationship between Master and slave. Then it got to specifics about the Master being responsible for the slave’s health. She read about the Master deciding the slave’s diet and planning their exercise. She looked at Jackson. “You get to decide what I eat and tell me to exercise? What kind of deal is this? I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
“I know you can take care of yourself, but maybe things could be better? Tell me, what did you have for breakfast?”
Paula turned red. “Leftover pizza and coffee.”
“Do you consider that a well-balanced, healthy meal?”
Paula crossed her arms, trying not to feel like a scolded teenager under his scrutiny.
“It has all the major food groups—dairy, bread, vegetables, and meat.” She realized how ridiculous it sounded but couldn’t stop herself.
“Really? Since when does tomato sauce count as a vegetable?”
