Page 40 of Kissing Kayley
“Well, sweetheart, it was sort of pointless to acquire implements when I was too busy to have a successful long-term D/s relationship. It’d suck to buy a bunch of stuff I could never use. I can always use my hand and a belt.”
I looked at him. “Won’t they revoke your Dom card over that?”
He snickered. “There’s probably a few who would get pissy and stomp their feet and demand I be ‘more Domly’, yes, but they can go fuck themselves.”
I pointed at the armoire and my finger circled to indicate… everything. “I guess we need cuffs and a collar for me?” I wasn’t sure so I phrased it like a question.
“Would you like to wear some?” he asked.
“Isn’t that supposed to be your decision?”
He probably didn’t mean for me to hear his soft grumble I suspected indicated I was slightly irritating him for overthinking things, but he likely wasn’t going to outright say that to me.
“My decision, right now,” he said, “is for us to go over things. To negotiate. And even after negotiating, anything we decide can change. You can decide ‘fuck-yeses’ you have right now are ‘fuck-nos’ and vice-versa. Atanytime.
“So if what you mean is, ‘Will you make me wear them?’ then the answer is no. I will never ‘make’ you do something I don’t know if you are willing, or at least open, to doing. Now, if you tell me you want us to have a scene where I ‘make’ you do things that are already within our negotiated limits, sure. We can do that. But I absolutely do not get off on trying to force you to do something you don’t want to do.”
I studied him for a moment. “Earlier, you said you were a bit of a sexual sadist.”
He nodded. “Sure, if that’s something you’ll either enjoy, or want to do because of whateveryouget out of it. I will mostly get off on the reactions I elicit from you. And of course we might have a scene, for example, where we’ve agreed to try nipple clamps. Say I put them on you and tighten them down, and you whine and cry and squirm and hate it, but you don’t safeword. I will absolutely get off on that.”
I fought the urge to squirm against the bed because that did sound kinda hot.
“But,” he continued, “if I put them on you and you said, ‘Oh, wait, fuck no, get these off me right now,’ off they come. Immediately.”
“What about a safe word?” I asked. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to use?”
He smirked. “Yes, but I would consider that a safe word phrase because I have common sense and a strong sense of self-preservation. And there might be times where we play and negotiate that I absolutely won’t stop unless you say ‘red,’ so that I can have fun listening to you creatively swear up a storm while you get to thrash around and fight until you hit your limit.”
“How do you tell the difference?”
His smirk faded. “I will always err on the side of caution, especially in the beginning while we’re just starting out. Which brings me to another important point—I never want you to do something only because you think that’s what I want you to do. I can admire a needle play scene without wanting to do it to you. So please never freak out watching me enjoy watching something that is a hard limit for you. Does that make sense?”
I relaxed. “Yeah. And thank you.” I pointed at the armoire. “Let’s do this.”
He stood and walked over to it. “So you want to try a collar and cuffs?”
“Yeah.”
He looked at the three sets of leather cuffs and collars in there and selected a set. Soft, black leather. He held them up to me. “I think these will do. For now.”
“For now?”
“Well, these are functional. If you decide you do like wearing them, then I’d want to buy you a different set that I pick out for you. A custom set.”
A little alien flutter—a pleasant one—rippled through me. “I wouldn’t… mind that.”
His smirk widened and he brought them over to me to examine. He buckled the collar around my neck and when he slipped his finger through the D-ring on the front, gently tugging, something inside me pleasantly rolled and made my clit throb.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
He returned to the armoire. “What about this?”
I looked up and nearly choked at the fist-sized butt plug in his hand. “I’m willing to experiment, but that’s going to be a really hard and firmfuck no.”
He grinned, confirming my suspicion he was just fucking with me, and put it back, pulling out another one. “How about this?” That one wasn’t much wider than Vic’s thumb.
