“Good. Now, I’m going to run through my own preferences first—the things that must be done for me, daily, during my stay here, and yours. These, I’m afraid, are non-negotiable, and if you hesitate to do any of them, our time together will come to an early end.”
I’m surprised at that, but I nod. Yet when he begins running over the admittedly extensive list of tasks he expects from me, none of them are remotely difficult—or remotely different from what I’vebeendoing. None are particularly sexy, either. They’re just all very much like…work.
Serving his meals.
Helping him dress.
Polishing his shoes.
Picking up his clothes, taking them down to the laundry to be washed, ironing them myself, returning them to his closet…
The list is dull as dishwater, and I find myself more disappointed than anything else as he goes on. I’ve experienced a lot in my short life. Brandon and I, because we usually played together as subs, were willing to take a few more risks because thereweretwo of us. We protected each other from Dominants who might go too far.
But as Lord Arden goes on through the list, I’m starting to think that service kink just isn’t…mykink.
“Now I will go over the things I’d like to do with you,” he says, and I jump back to attention. “I want you to answer ‘Yes, my lord,’ or ‘No, my lord,’ to each. There is no need to justify your choices. A simple yes or no will suffice, unless you need clarification or want to add a caveat. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Excellent.” Lord Arden sits in the comfortable armchair in the sitting area of the bedroom, and I start to walk over to be closer to him. “No,” he says calmly. “Stay there, Oliver. The very first thing you must understand is that I like tobe obeyed. Unless I give instruction, there’s no need to do anything—orstopdoing anything, for that matter.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And do you agree? For this weekend, at any rate?”
I mean, sure. For this weekend. “Yes. My lord,” I add.
“According to the notes I received on you, you like pain. Is that correct?”
Hoarsely, I reply, “Yes, my lord.”
“So do I. Or should I say—I’d like to observeyourpain.”
Bingo. I bite my lip to keep from grinning.
And on it goes. There’s nothing too wild, nothing I haven’t done already. Punishments—bindings—scratching and marking—an intricate discussion regarding verbal and physical humiliations. When he comes to an end, he says, “Are you disappointed, Oliver? You seem disappointed.”
“No, my lord; it’s just that I’ve done all that stuff already.”
“Perhaps,” he concedes. “But you haven’t done it withme.”
My nipples give a tingle as I think that over. Well, damn.
“We didn’t talk about penetrative sex, my lord.” I just blurt it out. Might as well get shit clear in negotiation, right?
Lord Arden nods his head slowly.
“I mean,” I keep going, “I’m into it. Uh, if you are.”
Smooth, Brandon chuckles in the back of my mind.
“Thank you for being honest,” Lord Arden says. “But I must also be honest,” he says, and for a second I steel myself for rejection. “When it comes to play, I like to make sure we negotiate very carefully. When it comes to sex, I like it to be more…spontaneous. Something that we feel our way through as it comes up. I will never touch you or do anything to you without your permission, but,” he finishes, standing up, “I would also prefer to ask for those permissions as we go.”
He pauses, waiting for my response.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Very well. And when it comes to sex, I note that you are on PrEP and have also indicated a willingness to forego condoms with a partner who has recently tested negative to all sexually transmitted illnesses.” He pauses for a moment. “Is that—is that still correct?”
