Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Majesty
“French toast or pancakes?” Lex asked, whisking eggs in a bowl.
“Both. She needs to eat.” I flipped the bacon, then started cutting fresh fruit. “And this conversation is going to take a while. We’ll need the energy.”
“You have the materials ready?”
“On the dining table. Limits checklist, interests inventory, and the class catalog for the Ranch.” I glanced at the stairs. “Think she’ll be overwhelmed?”
“Probably.” Lex smiled. “But she can handle it. Plus, she has us.”
By eleven, we had the table set with food and all the materials organized. I headed upstairs and knocked softly on Cami’s door before opening it.
She was still curled under the blankets. I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand over her shoulder.
“Hey, beautiful. Time to wake up.”
She made a soft sound of protest and burrowed deeper.
“Come on. We made brunch, and we need to talk.” I leaned down and kissed her temple. “Plus, the bacon is perfect, and if you don’t come down soon, Lex is going to eat it all.”
That got her eyes open. “Bacon?”
“And french toast. And pancakes. And fresh fruit.”
She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “What time is it?”
“Eleven. We let you sleep in. Your dinner isn’t until six, so we have plenty of time.”
“Time for what?”
“For the conversation we promised you. About limits and interests and what you want to explore.” I stood and offered her my hand. “Come on. Food first, then we talk.”
She took my hand and let me pull her up. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, and it fell to mid-thigh on her. The sight made something warm settle in my chest.
Downstairs, her eyes widened when she saw the spread we’d prepared. “You made all this?”
“We did.” Lex pulled out a chair for her. “Eat. You’re going to need your strength for this conversation.”
We ate together, the conversation light and easy. Cami was more relaxed than I’d seen her all week, laughing at our stories and offering her own. When the plates were cleared, I retrieved the materials from the side table and set them in front of her.
“Okay,” I started, settling into the chair beside her. Lex took the seat on her other side. “Before we go any deeper into kink, we need to have a thorough negotiation. These documents are going to help facilitate that conversation.”
I spread out the first sheets. “This is a limits checklist. It’s comprehensive.
Everything from bondage to impact play to edge play is listed here.
For each activity, you’ll mark whether it’s a green light, meaning you’re interested and willing to try.
Yellow light, meaning you’re curious but nervous and want to approach carefully.
Or red light, meaning it’s a hard limit and completely off the table. ”
“Some things you won’t have heard of,” Lex added. “That’s fine. Ask us, and we’ll explain.”
“This second document,” I continued, sliding another sheet forward, “is an interests inventory. It asks more detailed questions about what appeals to you. Do you like the idea of giving up control? Receiving pain? Being praised or degraded? Being displayed or kept private?”
“And this,” Lex said, putting down a glossy booklet, “is the class catalog for Rawhide Ranch. They offer ongoing education for people in the lifestyle. Rope bondage, impact play, negotiation skills, aftercare, all kinds of topics. If something interests you, you can register. Some classes you take alone, some you’d take with us, and there are online classes. ”
Cami looked at the materials, then up at us. “This is a lot.”
“It is,” I agreed. “That’s why we’re going to walk through it together first. We’ll answer questions, explain concepts, make sure you understand what you’re looking at. Then we’ll give you time to go through it alone and really think about what you want.”
“Okay.” She took a breath. “Where do we start?”
“Let’s start with the basics.” I pulled the limits checklist closer. “Bondage. We saw a lot of that yesterday. Rope, cuffs, spreader bars, restraints of all kinds. What’s your initial reaction to being tied up?”
“I liked watching it,” she said slowly. “And when you tied my wrists the other night, I liked that too. It felt like I could let go and trust you to hold me.”
“Good.” Lex made a note. “So bondage is a green light for exploration. What about impact play? Spanking, flogging, paddles, crops. We’ve done some spanking already. How did that feel?”
“Intense. But good.” She bit her lip. “I liked the sting. And I liked that you were in control of it.”
“Pain as pleasure, or pain as punishment?” I asked.
She thought about it. “Both? I think? The punishment aspect was hot because it meant you cared enough to correct me. But the pleasure aspect appeals too.”
“What about harder impact?” Lex asked. “Whips, canes, singletails. Things that leave marks.”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’d need to see more, learn more about it.”
“Yellow light then,” I said. “Curious but cautious. That’s perfect. We’d never push you into something you’re unsure about without extensive discussion first.”
We went through the list methodically. Sensation play. Temperature play. Wax. Ice. Wartenberg wheels. For each one, we explained, demonstrated if we could, and gauged her interest.
“What about breath play?” Lex asked when we got to that section.
“That’s where you restrict breathing?” Cami asked.
“In various ways, yes. Hand over nose and mouth, light choking, more intense restriction. It’s edge play, meaning it carries higher risks.”
“I think that’s a red light for now,” she said. “Maybe someday, but not yet.”
“Smart,” I said, marking it down. “Edge play requires extensive trust and experience. There’s no rush.”
“What about exhibitionism?” Lex continued. “Being watched by others during a scene.”
She flushed. “I don’t know. The idea is hot in theory, but I don’t know if I could actually do it.”
“Yellow light,” I suggested. “We can explore that in private first, maybe with just the three of us, before considering anything public.”
We moved to the interests inventory. The questions were more nuanced, more psychological.
“Do you prefer to know what’s coming, or do you like surprises?” I read.
“Both?” She laughed. “Is that allowed?”
“Absolutely. Context matters.” Lex leaned back. “Sometimes anticipation is part of the scene. Other times, surprise is what makes it hot.”
“What about degradation versus praise?” I asked. “We’ve given you a lot of praise. How do you feel about being called names or talked down to during a scene?”
“I like the praise,” she said immediately. “It makes me feel valued. But I think there’s a part of me that’s curious about the degradation too. Like, in a controlled way. Where I know you still respect me, but you’re saying dirty things to get me worked up.”
“That’s a really good distinction,” Lex said. “Consensual degradation in scene versus actual disrespect. Very different things.”
She nodded, then looked contemplative as I asked the next question. “Do you want to explore submission with both of us equally, or do you see different dynamics developing?”
That made her pause. “I think I see different things with each of you. Lex is more controlled, more intense. You,” she looked at me, “are warmer but also more unpredictable. I like both for different reasons.”
“Good awareness,” I said. “We’re different Dominants with different styles. It’s okay to connect with us differently.”
“What if I want something from one of you but not the other?” she asked. “Is that allowed?”
“Absolutely,” Lex said. “We talked about this. You don’t have to have identical relationships with both of us. If you want harder impact play with me but softer scenes with Majesty, that’s fine. Or vice versa.”
“What about sexual things?” She looked nervous asking. “What if I want to do something with one of you that I don’t want to do with the other?”
“Same answer,” I said. “Your body, your choice. Always. If you want to try anal with Lex but not with me, that’s your right. If you want rough sex with me but gentle with him, same thing. We won’t be offended.”
“And we’ll communicate about it,” Lex added. “If you’re doing something with one of us that the other isn’t involved in, we’ll talk about it openly. No secrets, no jealousy.”
She looked relieved. “Okay. That makes sense.”
We continued through the inventory, covering everything from orgasm control to roleplay to service submission. With each topic, I watched her understanding deepen, watched her become more confident in articulating her desires.
“What about protocols?” I asked. “Forms of address, positions, rules about when and how you can speak or move.”
“I like calling you Sir,” she said. “It feels right. But I don’t think I want a bunch of rules about how to behave all the time. That sounds exhausting.”
“Scene-specific protocol then,” Lex said. “When we’re in a scene, you follow certain rules. Outside of that, you’re free to be yourself.”
“Yes, Sir. That sounds perfect.”
After an hour of questions and discussions, I could see her getting overwhelmed with information.
“Okay,” I said, gathering the papers. “You have a good foundation now. I want you to take these materials upstairs. Read through everything at your own pace. Mark your limits. Think about what appeals to you. If you have questions, come ask us. Otherwise, take your time.”
“When do you need it back?” she asked.
“No deadline,” Lex said. “This is ongoing negotiation. Your limits and interests will change as you gain experience. We’ll revisit this regularly.”
“But,” I added with a smile, “I’d love to start implementing some of what you’re interested in sooner rather than later.”
She grinned. “Me too.”
She accepted the materials and stood, then hesitated. “Thank you. For taking this seriously. For not just assuming you know what I want.”
“This is how it should be done,” Lex said firmly. “Always. Anyone who doesn’t negotiate thoroughly isn’t worth submitting to.”