I can’t and won’t tell her where I’m at, but I shouldn’t have to. I’m also afraid she’s just going to keep pushing.
“I just can’t, Mom. I have to go. We’ll talk soon. Love you.”
“Yeah, right,” I hear her mutter as I’m in the process of hanging up, and those two words manage to tear right through my heart, as if she’d used the dullest of knives in order to inflict the most damage.
Inhaling a deep breath, I puff out my cheeks and let the air out slowly before crawling onto the bed to refocus on my task. The list Ryker left me is–long. Some things I’ve heard of but there’s way more that I haven’t. He wants me to mark everything as either a yes, meaning I want to try it, a soft limit for things thatI’m not sure about but would consider trying or a hard limit if I come across something that I want taken off the table. I thought I was curious before.
Discipline – my cheeks blush at the thought of what this might entail, but I think I’d want this.Yes.
Restraints – please tie me up.Yes.
Housework/chores – whowantsto do chores? Fuck, who am I kidding? I’d lick his kitchen floor clean if he asked me to.Yes.
Cupping – had to look this one up, but it seems harmless.Yes.
Praise – I mean, whodoesn’tlove to be called a ‘good girl’?Yes.
Exhibitionism – do I want to be watched? This makes me nervous, but maybe.Soft limit.
Degradation – I’m intrigued, but unsure.Soft limit.
Impact Play – easy. I definitely want to try this.Yes.
Anal – I dated a guy a number of years ago that tried to shove his dick in my ass and italwayshurt, so I literally have zero interest in anyone messing with my asshole. I’m not 1000% against it, but this will mark theonlytime where I’m actually grateful for the no sex rule, which means I don’tactuallyhave to worry about this one.Soft limit.
