He does not forget.
4
He’s practically humming the next morning over breakfast—nervous, excited, or both—and his mood affects me as well. It’s infectious, making it difficult to concentrate, causing my mind to wander prematurely into lusty fantasies. My cock is already aroused and will likely stay that way throughout the entire conversation. The negotiation is a kind of foreplay all its own, laying one’s desires bare, discussing various scenarios. Once we’ve both finished eating, there is nothing more to delay on my part, so I ask Giovanni to clear the table while I retrieve my paperwork and spread it out before us.
“Do you still wish to explore the possibility of a Dominant/submissive dynamic with me?” I ask as an opener.
“Yes, sir. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
“I could make you wait longer,” I say because this too is an expression of my dominance and a mere taste of what is to come.
“Please don’t, Valentin,” he says, so very sweetly. Nearly begging but not quite.
“Have a look at this.” I hand him a fairly standard list of kink and fetish practices. As he peruses it, I explain to him the difference between a hard and soft limit.
“A hard limit is an absolute no, not under any circumstance. A soft limit is something you’d rather not do but might be willing to try if the circumstances were just exactly right. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes, sir. A hard no versus a soft no.”
I share with him my hard limits—scarring, knife and blood play, body modification, along with a few others—then ask him about his hard limits. Not surprisingly, cuffs, ropes, and any kind of restraint is a hard no for him, as is name-calling with the intent to humiliate. I know some of his trigger words already, and he shares with me a few more. Watersports and scat play are also off the table, but he’s willing to try enemas. As for high-impact play, Giovanni wants all of it.
Yes to flogging, yes to caning, yes to whipping…
“Have you ever been whipped before?” I ask, alarmed at his brazenness.
“No.”
“It stings.”
“I figured, but there’s no harm in trying, right?”
“No harm at all.” I smile, perhaps a little too smugly.
I scan the list and find that he’s marked “chastity” as a maybe, so I explain to him what it means in the practical sense, namely orgasm denial, then ask, “How do you feel about having your cock caged?”
“Why would you do that?”
“To prevent you from getting an erection. If we’re attending a BDSM function, I might wish to keep you chaste until I decide to make use of you, to show everyone else that you are wholly owned.”
“Owned,” he repeats softly, liking that idea. “Does it hurt?”
“You may find it uncomfortable at first. But over time, you might come to really enjoy it. Like edging and other forms of orgasm denial, you can achieve such heightened arousal that when you’re finally permitted to come, it’s one of the most intense experiences of your life.”
He bites down on his lower lip while his eyes get a drowsy, dazed look about them. “I’m okay with trying that out.”
“Cock rings as well?”
“Yes, sir.”
Toys are ayesacross the board, so I move onto bodily fluids. “You’ve listed cum as an acceptable fluid. Does that include swallowing it?”
His eyes widen at my directness. “If it’s yours.”
“I’m flattered,” I say, only half-teasing. “What about your own?”
He scrunches his nose in distaste. “I suppose it tastes pretty much the same.”
“Pretty much,” I agree.
