“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.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, then mine, and headed upstairs with her arms full of papers.
“She’s going to come back with a lot of green lights,” I predicted.
“I know.” Lex smiled. “And we’re going to have a lot of fun exploring them with her.”
