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As in you worshiping my cock with lips and tongue and hands and ass and everything
you can think of. His voice has gone all growly rough and the cock he s talking about is really
hard now, the tip leaking a little, making it shiny.
Oh. I lick my lips, eyes on his prick. Yeah. Yeah. That s a check.
Thank god. He winks at me and makes the check mark nice and heavy. Collars. Worn
in private and in public.
Another nod. I could handle that. It wasn t like people wouldn t know I was his.
He checks it and gives me a hot look.
Competitions. Like with other subs. He tilts his head. I m not sure the Glove approves
of these.
I m not interested. What would I be competing for? I already have Richmond.
He just puts the x beside it without saying anything else. Technically we re filling out a
list of my do s and don ts, but I m finding out about what he wants and likes too as we do it.
Corsets and cross-dressing.
That ll get you beat up. Besides, I m not pretty.
Richmond snorts and puts punishment down beside the words.
Cuffs. Leather, metal.
Okay, sure. I peak at the list, my eyes going wide at the next item. Cutting goes with
branding.
He writes down maybe. Dildos. He puts a check mark next to that.
I chuckle. Electricity, enemas, enforced chastity. Well there s a trio of unpleasant
things.
Have you never had an enema you ve enjoyed? Cleansing can be quite wonderful to
bringing you together with your top.
I ve never & Not for any reason.
Richmond put an x beside everything but the enema, which he put a check mark beside.
Erotic dancing. Are you a dancer, Nat?
Me? I shake my head. God, no. I ve got the grace of a drugged bull.
Oh, that isn t true, Nat. I ve seen you move under my whip. He puts explore next to
erotic dancing. You ll have an examination with Doc, but it hardly merits its own category. And
exhibitionism is, as you ve said, part of the job description. More checks. Eye contact
restrictions.
As in don t look at you? I can, I guess, but & I blush dark, duck my head. I like
looking at you.
That earns me a bit of a purr. A punishment then. What about with other people?
I don t follow. Not being able to look at other people? They wouldn t think I was being
an ass?
Here? They would know.
It would be hard. I m & I meet his eyes, grin sheepishly. I m a reporter, or I was. I m
curious.
So, still a punishment. Good to know. Face slapping.
Oh, that s odd. I & It shouldn t matter because I said yes to the caning and chains and
stuff but & Does it feel different to you?
Richmond nods. Yeah, it s different. Humiliation over pain.
I don t want that. I want to know he wants me here, likes me. Cares.
He puts an x by it without comment. Fantasy abandonment, fantasy rape and fantasy
gang rape.
No. I shiver, press closer. No.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn t say anything, just puts the x next to the items. Fear.
Being scared. As in deliberately going into dangerous situations for the rush.
That tickles me. Given how we met? I don t know how to answer that.
He gives me a grin and puts a check mark next to it. How about fisting?
Fisting. No fucking way. That s a myth. I know it. We talked about pain versus injury
already.
Richmond arches that fucking eyebrow again. Fisting has nothing to do with injury. And
very little to do with pain unless it s done wrong.
Really? I blink, trying to wrap my head around that. You re serious?
I am. He puts a check mark next to it. You ve the makings of a size queen, the way
you take to that plug. You re going to love it.
A size queen? My cheeks heat again. God, I look like such a slut.
You say that like it s a bad thing.
Well, yeah. I roll my eyes, grin. It s not a positive character trait.
Richmond snorts. It is to me.
He goes back to his list. Flame play.
What is it with this list and the burning?
There s been a lot of burning?
Branding and flames and & oh, that was cutting, wasn t it? Well, you probably have to
get the blade hot to clean it &
Richmond chuckles and puts in maybe. I notice he s not taking a whole lot of outright
nos. Following orders. Yes. Food play?
I can t help but notice that I didn t get to choose on the following orders one. Food play?
Is that like whipped cream and stuff?
Anything, everything. Whipped cream, honey, cucumbers &
Ew. One of those things is not like the others. My nose wrinkles up, but we re
chuckling, laughing together, and it s good.
I think we ll do cold plugs at some point with ice water in it. He waggles his eyes at
me. Foot worship.
Suck my toes, baby? I m giggling hard now, belly shaking. If it turns you on.
He just grins at me and puts the check mark beside it. Forced masturbation, forced
nudity private and public.
Like he d have to force me. I m the jerk-off king. I don t tell him that, I just nod.
He checkmarks them, free hand sliding slowly down my back again. I know it s coming,
but it still makes me jump when he gets to my ass and twists the plug. We ve already covered
forced servitude, really. Full head hoods.
I & God, he makes my toes curl. Okay, I guess. Sure.
He gives me a look and puts the check mark there. Gags, cloth through rubber, ball and
phallic.
If I said no, would it matter? I don t know. I don t think I d hate them, although I
imagine whatever made him decide to use them? That I d hate.
It would depend on why you said no.
I don t know. I don t know what I think about them.
So we ll try them out. He puts a plus sign beside it. Gates of hell. Do you know what
that is?
Nope, but it sounds unpleasant.
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