18. Chapter Eighteen #2
“Both maybe? I just kept thinking of handcuffs or like manacles as being a kidnapping type of situation and it brought things to a different level.”
“Something else we work towards, maybe?” Marcos asked.
I nodded and smiled. “I’m open to that.”
“Alright,” Jason said, before going back to the check lists. “Gags of all kinds, cloth rubber, tape, phallic, ring ball, mouth bits were all maybe with a smiley face.” He chuckled. The phallic one has a little heart.”
“Let me see that.” Nico leaned forward to see her papers and laughed heartily. “Wanna gag on my cock, Little Dreamer?”
“Sure, or a replica.” I laughed.
“Full head hoods are listed as tentative no. Mumification/saran wrapping was a maybe along with strait jackets and all forms of suspension. What about the full hood has you saying no?” Jason asked.
“I think it’s too many senses taken away at once. If I get too hot, I get claustrophobic almost immediately and my anxiety skyrockets.”
Jason nodded slowly, while Marcos looked concerned. “Do you usually have issues with claustrophobia?” Marcos asked.
“Not really, but being too hot is sometimes a trigger. It can set off my anxiety more than anything,” I admitted .
“OK. That’s good to know,” Jason said. “Next section is impact play and percussion. Spanking and flogging are yes.” Jason smirked.
“Canning is a tentative no, which is valid. Belts and leather straps and riding crops, all tentative maybes. Wooden paddles, hairbrushes, all tentative maybes. I like where this is going, darlin’. ” Jason shot me a wicked grin.
Nico laughed. “Our girl does love a good spanking.”
“Hair pulling yes, face slapping no—”
“Good,” Marcos said.
My eyes shot to his as he ran his hand over his buzzed head. “I don’t like the idea of slapping your face baby. It feels too much like abuse to me.”
I smiled and held my hand out to him. He reached across Jason and laced our fingers together. He kissed my knuckles before he dropped our hands so Jason could continue.
“And we’re on to sexual activity. I think we’re all on board here,” Jason laughed. “Anal sex obviously, triple penetration, been there done that.”
We all laughed.
“Vibrators, masturbations, cunnilingus.” Jason rattled off, his deep voice a soothing balm for my nerves. “Fisting, yes?” He looked up a shocked smile on his face.
“Fuck that’s hot.” Nico groaned.
I blushed. “I wanna try. Maybe try two of you in my pussy at one time.”
“Fuck, baby doll. You’re fuckin perfect,” Nico sighed.
Marcos shot me a saucy wink that made me blush more.
“Outdoor sex, yes. Orgasm control yes, anal plugs yes. Sounds like we’re gonna have some fun,” Jason commented.
“Moving on to sensation play. First up abrasion, no. Scratching, No. Biting maybe, tickling kissing, ice cubes, wax play all yeses. Alright. We’ve got maybe on clothes pins and zapping.
Moving along to breath play. Asphyxiation is a not sure, slash maybe, but breath control and choking are a yes.
Alright, so we work up to complete asphyxiation? Toy around with it?”
I nodded. “Slowly.”
“Of course.” Marcos nodded.
“Next up is humiliation. I see this whole section had you on edge. Want to talk about it?”
“I uh—” I sighed and reached down for the blanket and tugged it closer around myself.
“Your mom?” Marcos asked. Sympathy darkened his eyes.
I nodded immediately, feeling tears well in my eyes. “She’s not nice to me. My sister has always been her favorite. I don’t want you guys to be mean to me. I don’t want anything humiliating to remind me of her.”
Nico hugged me tighter. “I don’t want do anything ever, that reminds you of your mother.”
I had to laugh at that. Grinning brightly, I wiped my eyes and nodded.
“There are some things under that category that I am interested in though. The clothing, the outdoor scenes, maybe objectification to a point. Not sure on public exposure, but I’m not opposed to small things maybe under the table at dinner or something. ”
Jason smile broadly. “And here you thought you’d be bad a negotiating.”
I grinned, blushing slightly.
“Alright, on to the fun stuff. Body part torture.” Jason grinned wickedly.
I laughed. “Yeah, but the category only had nipple stuff. I’m fine with those.”
“So nipple clamps, weights and suction cups are a go.” Jason nodded. “Under the fetishes section, you have a big question mark. So for example, if I punish you and make you kiss my boots, is that a problem for you?”
I blushed. “Kissing the top, maybe not. I draw the line at licking anything.”
“Valid.” Marcos smirked.
“Chastity devices were a yes question mark?” Jason asked, drawing her attention back to him.
My blush heated my face and I tried to look away, but Jason was faster than me.
His hand shot out and wrapped around my jaw, forcefully turning me to look at him.
“Don’t hide from me.” The order was clear in his voice.
“Do you like the idea of us plugging your holes and locking you up? Only unlocking your device to pump you full of more cum?”
My blush had to have been scarlet as my cheeks heated further. “Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“Good girl.”
I was so unbelievably turned on and we weren’t even done yet.
Jason let go of my jaw and picked up the papers again. “Roleplaying. Hmm,” he hummed. “Marcos, you’ll be happy. Our little dare devil wants to be chased through the woods and kidnapped.”
“Fuck yes,” Marcos crooned.
“A little primal play, fear play, kidnapping, interrogation, rape fantasy, gang bang, prison scenes,” Jason rattled off. “Oh baby. We’re going to have so much fun together.”
I could only lick my lips in anticipation.
“Next we have service and restrictive behavior. I don’t really like these terms and your answers were mostly maybes.
Following orders is a given. You will be our sub and listen during a scene.
We’ll have rules to follow and we’ll talk about that in a bit.
Forced servitude? No one is making you do twenty-four seven d/s relationship.
We’re busy people and don’t have time for that.
Restrictive rules on behavior? Not really our style, but it could fall under club rules and again, we’ll get to that in a minute.
Wash room restrictions, you wrote no and we agree, that’s not something we’re into.
Kneeling, yes. Agreed. Begging, maybe.” He nodded thoughtfully .
“The rituals, standing in the corner—again not really our style,” Marcos said. “But some of this, the rituals and protocols that might come up are regarding the club—if you ever visit there with us. We’ll discuss those before we go, they’re mostly safety precautions.”
“But the learned postures are something we—I like. We’ll go through them later. There will be kneeling involved. Are you OK with that?” Jason asked.
“Maybe. When we get there, we can discuss,” I agreed.
“Massage, given.” Jason continued reading my answers. “Alright, onto voyeurism and exhibition. Forced nudity in private yes, around others no. Exhibitionism in front of friends is no, but strangers is a maybe. Modeling for erotic photos or filming is a hard, no?”
“My job is important to me. I don’t want my career put in jeopardy because of leaked videos or photos.”
“Can we keep one or two of you on our phone?” Nico asked.
“Maybe one or two,” she sighed. “I don’t really like the idea.”
“That’s fair,” Marcos agreed.
“Voyeurism goes with exhibitionism. Thoughts on someone watching us fuck you?” Jason asked.
“What do you think of, when you think about that?” I asked.
“I dunno, maybe fucking you on the pool table in the middle of the clubhouse during a party?” Marcos asked. “There’s usually other people fucking all over the room, it wouldn’t be unusual and no one else would touch you but us.”
My mouth dropped open in shock as heat pooled in my lower belly. “Um.”
Jason laughed. “Not completely opposed. Alright.” He continued with the papers. “Then watersports was a no, which completely valid. Well, that’s the checklist. It doesn’t cover everything, so we’re going to go a little off the cuff here. Let us know if you’re uncomfortable.”
I nodded slowly. I had a feeling the easy part was over and now they were onto the really nitty gritty of our relationship, things I might not like.
“One of my hard limits,” Marcos started slowly, his eyes watching me carefully. “Something that really is a hard no for me: you can’t tell Kara about the club.”
My mouth opened, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth. “Never?”
Marcos shook his head. “No. One day, she might find out, but it will not be from you, understand?”
“She’s my best friend, Marcos. You can’t expect to me to outright lie to her.” I shifted on Nico’s lap.
“I’m not telling you to lie to her. I’m saying don’t talk about it.
If she has any inkling or suspicion, you avoid the conversation.
If she outright asks you a question, and you have no other choice but to lie, then I’ll understand if you have to tell her.
But Maya, don’t let the conversation get to that point. ”
I swallowed thickly. I don’t like how serious the conversation had suddenly become. Nor did I like the idea of keeping something from my best friend.
“It’s not likely to come up,” Marcos said, shaking his head. He tried to smile. “We’re used to keeping the club life away from Kara. She’s planning on being a lawyer. She doesn’t need to know the kinds of things her brother gets up to.”
I nodded slowly. “OK,” I finally agreed.
“OK.” Marcos nodded.
“Changing the subject back to the checklist. A couple things not on this particular list… how do you feel about somnophilia?” Nico asked.
I frowned, my mind struggling to keep up with the conversation. Going from Marcos’s intensity to Nico’s question, almost seemed comical. “Like fucking me while I’m sleeping, you mean?”
“Yes.” Jason nodded.