Negotiations

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 **** 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?”

“I’ll go over it with her to make sure, but yes,” Marc said. “If there are any last-minute changes I’ll text you before you arrive.”

“Make sure you don’t just go through every detail with her,” Astrid said. “I like my subs to be surprised, not know the whole battle plan ahead of time.”

“I’ll mix it up and throw in some red herrings,” Marc agreed. “Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?”

Astrid took a sip of her wine, looking over the rim at Marc with a slightly hooded-eye look. “We haven’t discussed contact between us,” she said as she sat the glass down.

“What sort of contact were you thinking?” Marc said. “I’m obviously fine with incidental contact.”

“Overtly sexual, Marc,” Astrid said with a laugh. “You have a cock, I have holes that like to be pleasured, too. Once we're far enough along with little Felicity, how do you feel about me maybe sucking your cock, or even fucking me a little?”

Marc pursed his lips slightly, trying not to smirk. “You know my preferences,” he said.

“I’m aware,” Astrid nodded. “But I’m not your sub, I’m your mutual Dominant. Or your faux-wife, in this scenario. So I’m willing to take your cock in my ass if you’re willing to fuck my pussy a bit too when I ask for it.”

“I think that would be mutually pleasurable,” Marc agreed.

Astrid laughed again. “You could make it sound a little more fun than that, Marc.”

“I’m just trying to be objective,” he said, allowing himself to chuckle a little as well. “Do you have any thoughts on how it comes up, or just handle it in the moment?”

“Wait for me to ask,” Astrid said. “Don’t just go mounting me, alright? A little surprise oral wouldn’t be unwelcome though.”

“Do you want to make it part of the game? Denial and exhibition?”

“You mean don’t let Felicity get any cock before I do?” Astrid asked. “That could be hot. I know she loves you fucking her, so the mental game of me getting what she wants could be fun. Let’s do it.”

They both drained their glasses and then shook hands as they stood.

“Good doing business with you, Marc,” Astrid said. “Or should I say ‘hubby?’”

“I’m looking forward to this evening, ‘ma très chère femme,’” Marc replied.

Astrid smirked and used their handshake to pull herself closer to him, almost lip to lip without actually kissing. “Je serais une femme chanceuse si c'était vrai, Marc. Si seulement tu étais un peu plus jeune et un peu plus malléable, tu aurais pu être à moi.”

“Si seulement tu pouvais admettre que tu aimerais m'appartenir," Marc replied. “Tu serais une très jolie soumise, Astrid. Tu serais ma petite princesse salope.”

Astrid smirked and shook her head. “And that’s why we would never work,” she said. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

Marc gave her a swat on the ass as she went to leave, and Astrid shot him a look over her shoulder that promised if he did that again he’d get more than he bargained for.

<U>Translations</U>
*- ‘ma très chère femme,’ = my dearest wife

• Je serais une femme chanceuse si c'était vrai, Marc. Si seulement tu étais un peu plus jeune et un peu plus malléable, tu aurais pu être à moi. = I'd be a lucky woman if that were true, Marc. If only you were a little younger and a little more malleable, you could have been mine.
• Si seulement tu pouvais admettre que tu aimerais m'appartenir," Marc replied. “Tu serais une très jolie soumise, Astrid. Tu serais ma petite princesse salope. = "If only you could admit that you would like to belong to me," Marc replied. “You would be a very pretty submissive, Astrid. You would be my little slutty princess.”*

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