The Only Exception

10

Jo

The Signature

I sat in one of my meeting rooms with the door closed and the blinds drawn shut. Letoya sat across from me at the other side of the table as she tried to keep a straight face. She would crack sooner than later, shes too goofy.

She looked up at me for a moment before pointing at something on the contract. "Positions? What does that mean? Page 8."

Turning to page 8, I elaborated. "As a submissive you have different positions you must learn by memory and take at my command."

Slowly she nodded. "I put a star by that because I wasn't sure. Uh okay, next." She flipped the page and I followed. "Uh, suspension? Wanna tell me exactly what you mean by that?"

"Hanging from the ceiling of course." I smirked at her when I saw her eyebrows furrow. "Never done it before?"

"No... and it's kind of weird that I want to try. Okay, we can keep that, but the caning has to go."

"How do you throw caning but not cropping?"

Letoya tilted her head at me. "The same way I did a few seconds ago. Caning is a no. Mark it off."

Taking a deep breath, I marked it off. "Done. Next."

"While you're at it, Ball Gag is a no as well. Mark it." Placing a 'X' next to it, I waited for her next words knowing that she wasn't finished. "I searched up some of these little bondage positions and Hog Tie is a no. So is the Shrimp. Mark em."

Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I marked them out. "You're taking all the fun out of this contract."

"Really?" She asked as she gasped sarcastically. "No, I'm taking your craziness out. I'm willing to try new things but some of this shit is pushing it. Mummification is a no as well. You are not roping me from head to toe."

I marked it out as well.

Letoya didn't stop there. "Flip to page 12 and mark out Edge-play, Fisting, and Golden Showers. You aren't about to cut me, nor are you about to piss on me. This is not a R. Kelly tale, Jo!"

Shrugging, I marked it out as I mumbled. "It was worth a try."

"Knife play and needle play is a no go as well."

"Knife play isn't even cutting you!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

She shot me a look. "You think I trust you with a knife around my body? If you actually think I do you're crazy. I don't even trust myself with a knife around my own body. Mark it off."

My pencil hit against the paper harshly as I marked the words out. "Done. Anything else your Highness?"

"Maybe so. Give me a second."

"I'm starting to feel like you're Vanilla." I muttered in irritation.

"I know what that means. I really did read up on stuff, and I'm sorry if I just don't want your ass close to my body with a knife. If it makes you happy, put a question mark by it, we may come back to it later on."

Smiling to myself, I turned the pencil upside down and erased the X and put a question mark. I'd get my way eventually. "How about the caning? It's questionable to."

"Don't push it." She mumbled as she looked through the pages again. "Uh, the Pitch Perfect?"

"Leave it." I commanded in anxiousness. Her eyes shot up to me as she squinted in suspense. "Trust me. It's worth it."