Page 5 of Experiments in Love
That would be fun.
“But according to the rules I’ve read and what you said, I’d list out my limits to explain in detail what I’m comfortable with. Then, like you said, you’d design scenes around that.” This was getting better and better.
I’d get what I wanted and he’d own me and I wouldn’t have to do all the work.
Why didn’t more people do this?
“Yes, your limits are important and would never be ignored, but I might push them sometimes and I might try to find unexpected ways to give you what you want.” Something in his eyes flashed like he already knew how to give me what I wanted.
I loved helpful people.
“So to be clear, I am a Dom. I don’t have an issue with sharing as long as I am one hundred percent completely in charge. I’m not vegan, but depending on your diet, I might insist on you consuming more vegetables. Fiber is an important part of abottom’s life and you can’t live off chicken nuggets no matter what shape they come in.”
Huh?
“His last sub was probably a little.” Francis seemed to be enjoying being helpful because my new friend nodded. “They’re cute but stubborn about food.”
“That’s good to know.” People were fascinating. “I’m not one of them, though. I just want to be controlled, used, and encouraged to experiment.”
I didn’t think that should be hard to manage, but according to the people I’d been dating, it was.
“I find that list to be acceptable. I liked the gentleman I was dating, but we wanted different things out of a relationship. So you not being little is not a problem.” Our chatty neighbor smiled wider. “I like your list and thank you for making sure it was very clear.”
Ha, he liked helpful people too.
It was going to be a match made in heaven.
“Are there other things that would be deal-breakers for you besides restaurants with fake cheese?” He studied me, taking the matter as seriously as it should be. “For me, having a lack of control over my sub’s life would be problematic. So, if you’re looking for someone to just handle dominating you in a scene and then leaving you alone outside of that or just having a vanilla boyfriend type of relationship, I’m going to end up driving you insane.”
“Some people are hard to please.” I shrugged. “We can’t worry about them. But you will be happy to know I like the ideaof being owned as long as you’re not weird…or limiting my food choices in frustrating ways.”
New Neighbor smiled. “As long as your diet includes the appropriate fruits and vegetables that you can safely consume and we can reach a reasonable compromise on junk food, I think we’ll be fine.”
“I don’t have allergies or food issues. That’s what you meant, right?” I was hoping I was right when he nodded. “Okay, good. I don’t have any of those and I eat a healthy mix of vegetables and fruits.”
I’d been raised eating a lot of them and it was one of the only things I hadn’t run from.
“Then I think we’ll be fine on that front.” He finally frowned. “Describe being weird for me, though.”
Hmm.
“There was that guy who said you couldn’t wear red. He was weird.” Francis was being helpful again. “Oh, and that woman who wanted you to kneel every time you spoke to her. You still can’t go back in that McDonald’s.”
“Yes, those would be good examples.” I sighed that time but my new friend just raised his eyebrows. “That made my knees hurt and other people uncomfortable. I’m not doing that. Oh, and I don’t wear much red but I won’t accept that wearing it makes me a slut or that it’s unlucky or extra lucky…it was something and I’m not cleaning out my closet that thoroughly for anyone.”
My new friend nodded slowly. “So you’re bi?”
Yes. That was probably the most important part of the explanation. “Probably not? I wasn’t sure if it was just thecontrolling thing I was looking for or if the parts were important too.”
“Women make him nervous and are really confusing, so either way you don’t have to worry about him wanting one.” Francis cut right to the important parts too.
“I don’t have an issue with bisexual people, but I want to explain that I am gay. Very gay. I don’t have any desire to see you sleep with a woman.” His face scrunched up. “Even with a strap-on. I think I’m going to say that’s a limit for me.”
He’d found a new one.
I was helpful too.
“Okay. I don’t mind that.” I wasn’t sure what to do with them anyway. “I think I’m more about the person and the control aspects too.”
