Cabron (Pt. 3)

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Cabron (Pt. 3)

So Charles and I had a nice chat, if him rubbing my feet while I used my toes to massage his cock through his pants could be considered "chatting." An engineer by trade, he'd just moved to Sarasota after a nasty divorce. No kids, gainfully employed, and...

Le sigh, flexible.

I'm not into the cuck dynamic, but I won't deny I'm a pervy het woman who likes to watch two guys together.

"What would you do for me, if I did decide to take you on as my sub?" I asked.

He considered his answer for a moment. I liked that, no rote bullshit wank fantasy answer, or a blurted out "anything" that would soon translate into limits just barely the kinky side of vanilla.

"It depends," he finally said.

"Depends on what?"

He shrugged and switched feet again. Jesus Christ I was going to leave a wet spot on the freaking bench at this rate. I used the toes of my other foot to rub his cock through his pants.

I could tell that, at least, wouldn't disappoint me.

"I'm not into extreme humiliation, although a little private play would be all right. I'm not into anything that would permanently mark or disfigure me. No forced bi. If you want to play like that I have to insist on some input, but believe me, I'm not adverse to playing like that." He arched an eyebrow at me again. "And I insist on being the only sub in your life, and your only sexual partner unless we've mutually agreed on a threesome in advance, although I have no objection to non-sexual play with others. Other minor issues."

Nothing that would crimp my style so far. "Tell me what your view of being a sub is."

More careful consideration. "I see myself as a knight for my lady. Slay the dragons and then returning on bended knee before her to do her will, whatever that will might be."

"Within limits."

He nodded. "A few limits."

"Get them on the table now."

"No watersports or anything like that. I have my pride. I don't mind being a footstool on occasion, but no one uses me as a toilet." He smiled.

I laughed. "Um, we are sooo on the same page. That's a total ick for me, too."

"Good. I would be willing to try needle play, but honestly? From what I've seen, it's not a turn-on."

"Okay."

"I won't wear a dress or high heels unless it's to a costume party. I'm a man. I will tolerate mild cock and ball torture that doesn't leave me unable to walk, and you can bind and beat me to your heart's content, but I will not wear a bra and panties."

I leaned back on my elbows. "So far, so good."

"I'm not fond of forced chastity. If you tell me not to play with myself, I won't. If you tell me not to come, I won't. But don't keep me that way for months and not expect me to rebel at some point."

"Agreed."

He thought for another moment. "Don't turn me over to others as a plaything and then disappear. I put my trust in your hands, whether you're the one scening with me or letting others play with me. If you insist on doing that, I want you there to intervene if necessary."

"I don't share well with others like that."

He nodded. "What are you looking for?"

"Someone I can trust. Someone who when I tell him to do something for me, whether it's get me coffee or get me off, his first response is, 'Yes, ma'am,' and not, 'I'm busy!' I want a man who will get the doors and vacuum the floors, who is equally comfortable fucking my brains out if I tell him to, or letting me don a strap-on and fuck him."

His grin widened. "Go on."

"I want a man who is a man comfortable both with his masculinity, and comfortable submitting to me in all ways without question. Fiercely Alpha with everyone else, and yet who melts in my hands. I want a man who knows I'm human and not some fantasy Domme without emotions, who will treat me as a woman and a partner when I need down time, but when I'm ready, can slip back into his sub mode without issues. I don't want a switch, because I'm not a switch. I just need a man who understands the realities of twenty-four-seven life and is ready to embrace it in all ways and who fights the urge to top from the bottom on a regular basis."

"I like the sound of that."

"Oh, and one more thing."

He waited.

"You ever ask me to fuck you up the ass with a Barbie doll, you're out on same said ass before you can say 'Ken and Barbie.'"

His laughter rolled out of him. When he finally composed himself, he said, "A Barbie doll? The way you say that, it sounds like it really happened."

"It did. That's why I've added it to my list of conditions."

He snickered. "I'm perfectly happy being fucked with a regular old strap-on."

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