Her eyes darted away from mine before she responded. “It means that I would like to try it, but I’m not sure if I’ll like it.”
Important clarification. The last thing I wanted was to assume and push her into trying something because she thought I wanted it.
“Ok. If anything on this list changes, at any time, we reserve the right to remove it from consideration.”
“Is that something you like? Anal sex?” she asked, as her eyes nervously darted away from mine and back to the papers in front of her.
“Eyes on me, I need to see your reaction when we talk about this. Okay?”
Her eyes lifted on command, she nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. And yes, I do enjoy anal, but it’s not something I would do without preparation. So by answering yes, we won’t immediately do everything on the list. We may never get to everything. When we play, I like to leave an element of surprise so you never know what is coming next.”
She nodded and returned to her list, and I continued reading my pages.
Pain - Eek. Generally, it scares me, but not all the things on the list are at the same level.
Spanking - maybe
Paddle - with what? Like a pickleball racket? Maybe? idk.
Belt whipping - No. Basically, no to anything that might leave welts or break the skin.
Whips - Will they break the skin? If not, maybe.
I laughed at the image of us playing pickleball in the morning before we headed home for a play session with the paddles.
“Why are you laughing?”
“I’ve never once thought that pickleball rackets were multi-purpose. Sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you.”
I kept reading and realized that Kylie’s initial hard limit on pain wasn’t as firm a line as I had thought. We would never beplaying with tasers, but to be honest, I am more of a pleasure dom than pain dom.