Chapter 44

Sex, as with most things in life, could be broken down into a series of negotiations. May I kiss you? May I put my cock in you? Where should I come? In the BDSM community those negotiations were often much more formal - what someone consented to in one situation, or on one day, might be different the next. To an outsider, it might have seemed overly structured, ‘game-breaking,’ or even abusive. What they often didn’t understand was that negotiations weren’t where the Dominant in a relationship held their power - the Submissive had all the power and leverage when negotiating. What would they allow? What were their lines?

In a proper D/s relationship, or one-time encounter, the Dominant only ever had as much power as the Submissive gave and trusted them with.

The negotiations technically began when Marc presented Astrid’s request originally, but that was only the opening salvo. As three experienced practitioners of their sexual art form, the true negotiations didn’t need to be hard-fought or extensive. The true negotiations began at noon on the day they were to meet up, with Astrid joining Marc for a light lunch at his apartment to talk details.

Marc knew Felicity’s limits, and what could be pushed a little and what couldn’t, and she trusted him with that. Some of Astrid’s wants were too far, or too out of left field for a one-off encounter. Some of Marc’s lines were a little conservative.

For the sake of an extended session, canes were ruled out. Floggers were in play, as were paddles. Rope and ties were on the table, as were spreader bars, but Marc would be the one to do the ropework. Blindfolds and gags were allowed, but no full head coverings. Clamps of any sort were allowed. Astrid was allowed to call Felicity names, but not make negative comments about the curvy woman’s body or intellect. Ass and vaginal play was allowed, as was oral, and titplay was encouraged. Astrid wanted to bring her pillory, a custom piece she’d had constructed for sexplay, and Marc was open to it but after discussing the logistics it didn’t make sense. The game was going to be played in Marc’s bedroom, and getting it up the loft stairs would be a bitch to accomplish without at least two more guys to help lift it.

Other, more minor elements were agreed or struck down to taste. For all that Astrid could be a nasty Domme, she also wasn’t so extreme as to want some of the things that were accepted as ‘fringe’ even in the Kink space. The most difficult negotiating, strangely, was around what Felicity would wear and took almost a full ten minutes to get settled - she would begin the game dressed like a college coed, dolled up but casual like she was going to class in her sweats. The game would be that she was a Sub on call, and her day was being interrupted as she rushed to meet her Master and Mistress.

“If we’re going to be Master and Mistress, we should pretend to be married,” Astrid said at the end of the negotiations. They each had a glass of wine and were sitting at the kitchen island. “I feel like it makes the most sense - when else are there really two Dominants in a scenario other than parent-play stuff?”

Marc took a breath and frowned a little. “We could be two Professors in her department,” he pointed out.

“No, that’s too close to your line about abusing her intelligence,” Astrid said. “I would fuck that up if I do Teacher-Student play. We should be a couple, and she’s our sub. Maybe even our shared sugar baby?”

That felt almost a little too close to home for Marc, considering the nature of his real relationship with Felicity. “I think we should keep the idea of money out of it,” Marc said. “But I can play patriarchal husband if you can play matriarchal wife.”

Astrid smirked a little. “Alright, sounds like a plan. You’re sure she’ll agree to everything?”