Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... regarded the contract. Suddenly, it didn't matter that he was naked except for a collar while his wife was standing next to him fully clothed, or that she had leashed him and led him here. The contract mattered, the commitment. He drew up a stool and began to read through the clauses.

The contract felt familiar, and then he realised that she'd shown it to him before, on screen, making mention of it almost in passing. Of course, nothing his wife did was in passing, he saw that now. She had been planting the seeds for this moment for a long time.

The clauses were straightforward, dealing with expected behaviour, standards of dress or undress, hard limits. He noted that there were already lines through certain items.

"Scat?" he mused, "Crossed out."

"Yes. I don't think either of us intend to play with shit. If it's not crossed out, then it's consented to. We can update this as we go, by mutual agreement. It's the only part of the contract that is by mutual agreement, you'll notice." "Yeah, about that, the next section."

"One at a time. Are you happy with this section?"

"Humiliation, huh, yeah. Par for the course. Feminisation. You haven't crossed that out. Are you really interested in that?"

"I dunno, maybe."

"I'd look ridiculous in a dress, look at the size of me."

"Well, that would be for your owner to judge. Having it in doesn't mean we do it, it just means I have the option."

"I just, I dunno."

"Think about it this way, could you do it, if ...

... I wanted?"

"Wear a dress? Yeah, sure, it wouldn't kill me."

"So, leave it in. That's the way to think about this."

Hector ran down the rest of the list, seeing other lines crossed through, noting other lines left untouched.

"Yeah, knife play, no way, agree. What about this?"

"Which one?"

"Same sex."

Hi wife hesitated, then replied, "It's up to you."

"What does it mean?"

"What it says Heck. It gives me the right to present you with a man to please."

"Please, as in what? Blowjobs? Anal? Shit, no. That's just... I'm not good with that."

Lotte's hand touched his shoulder as she leaned in, her tone hardening a little.

"So, if I presented you to a woman instead, would that be okay?"

"That a different thing, Lotte, that's totally different."

For a second, he thought of Bea for some reason, of being offered to her to give her pleasure, then his attention snapped back to the document.

"How? It's still someone else."

"No, Lotte, hard no. I'm not into guys. You know that."

Hector took the pen and ran a line through it. The list was surprisingly extensive, longer than he remembered from the version on the screen. He scanned through the rest of Lotte's remaining exclusions.

"The rest seem fine."

"Good."

"Now, the next clause, getting back to that. Termination. Take me through it."

"Like it says, it can be terminated at any time at the owner's discretion."

"Yeah, look, I'm not crash hot at contracts, but that seems to say ...