He chuckles. “Why the fuck not?”
Together, we go over to Blake. Each of us puts a hand on his waist and pulls him close. I press my lips to his neck and kiss him.
“We need to agree on limits,” I say. “But tonight, you’re ours. Understand?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
We guide him onto the sofa and sit on either side of him. Each of us rests a hand on one of his knees, claiming him without distracting him from the conversation we need to have.
“Tell us your limits,” Cal says.
“No golden showers or scat play.” Blake purses his lips. “No rape or abuse fantasies. I’m not into breath play. The thought of not being able to breathe scares the shit out of me. Beyond that… I don’t know.”
“Humiliation play?” Cal asks.
“I’m happy for you to make me beg and grovel. I’ll kiss your feet if you ask me to.”
“Praise play?” I ask.
Blake shivers. “Oh, fuck yes.”
“Do you like to be spanked?”
“Yes.”
“Whipped?” Cal asks.
“No. A hand is good, but paddles, whips, and floggers hurt too much. I don’t like being spanked as a punishment,” he adds. “I like impact play to be fun, not painful enough to make me cry.”
“You’ll have to help us to learn your limits with spanking,” Cal says.
“I’ll do my best.”
“We know you like to be tied up,” I say with a smirk.
“Yes, I love that.”
“Do you enjoy being blindfolded?” Cal asks.
“Yes.”
“Gags?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you suck cock?” Cal asks.
“Yes.”
“Do you like hair pulling?”
“A little. Again, hard enough so I can feel a prickle in my scalp, but not so hard it makes me sob.”
“Do you like being taken care of by a Daddy?” I ask.
“I’ve never…” Blake licks his lips. “It sounds wonderful.”
“Do you know the house safe words?” Cal asks.
