Gabe:Yes, but remember, if you’re not comfortable following them, tell us.
Blake:Safe, sane, and consensual?
Calvin:I prefer RACK.
Blake:RACK? I don’t think I’ve heard that before.
It’s a good thing I have Calvin and Gabe to guide me as I transition from curious dabbling to lifestyle.
Calvin:Risk-aware, consensual kink.Not every kink can be made completely safe.
Gabe:Like breath play, for example.
Calvin:Or rope play.
Gabe:Touché.
Calvin:RACK acknowledges that there can be an element of risk.
Blake:That makes sense. RACK. I like it.What rules do you want me to follow?
My pulse races as I stare at the three bouncing dots beside Calvin’s name. I hadn’t realised I’dwantedto be given a set of rules to obey until this moment. When I was a teenager, my parents had run my life, and I’d hated it, but this feels completely different. For a start, I can say no to anything they propose. They won’t be imposing anything on me I don’t agree to.
Calvin:You’re to wear pretty underwear for us every day, whether you think you’re going to see us or not.
Blake:That’s easy. I only ever wear pretty underwear.
Gabe:We want a picture of what you’re wearing each day.
My hands shake with excitement as I type my response.
Blake:Yes, Daddy.
Calvin:No masturbating without our permission.
I stare at Calvin’s command, eyes bugging slightly. Do I want to agree to that?
Calvin:We control your orgasms. Always.
When he puts it like that… fuck, it’s sexy.
Blake:Yes, Sir.
Gabe:You must always call us Daddy and Sir.
Calvin:And respond to princess and baby boy.
Blake:Always? Like out-in-public always?
Calvin:Always.
I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that. I’m not normally shy about being me, but I wouldn’t want to make anyone around me—or us—uncomfortable.
Blake:Yellow.
Gabe:What’s the matter, baby boy?
Blake:I love calling you Daddy and Sir and being called baby boy and princess when it’s just the three of us. But around other people? I dunno. I’m sorry.
