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Early bedtime.
Exercise.
But there were some more creative punishments, too:
Kneeling on rice.
Balancing coins on fingers.
Cold shower.
And then some fruitier ones:
Spanking.
Gagging.
Orgasm denial.
Daddy comes on you and can’t wash until Daddy says.
Clamped nipples.
Ice on pussy.
Butt plug.
“Um,” she said, pausing. “I guess I’m not keen on this one: sensory deprivation. Kinda like to be in control at all times. Even when I’m being dominated.”
Rip nodded. “Alright, we’ll set that as a hard limit. But we’re definitely going to explore that need for control. The best way to get to subspace is to give up control completely. Otherwise you won’t get the benefit.”
“Subspace?” Mabel asked. “Is that like Little Space, but… subbier?”
“Kinda,” Rip replied. “Don’t know much about Little Space personally, but I know a thing or two about being a Dom. And trust me, you’re going to enjoy yourself a whole lot more if you can accept that I’m the Dom and you’re the sub in this relationship.”
Mabel felt awkward about saying this, but she had to be free to express herself. “But… what if I want to test out being a Domme from time to time? I enjoy submitting to you, but I’m not sure if its something I want to doforever. Sometimes, I feel like I might want to be… the puppet master.”
Rip didn’t laugh at her like she’d feared. Instead, he looked deadly serious. “Sweetheart, there’s no way I’m being your sub. That wouldn’t be a good fit for me. And honestly, I’m not sure being a Domme is a good fit for you. It’s possible that you’re a switch, and that you can play both roles, but you’re not gonna be able to try that out with me, I’m afraid.”
Mabel could have chosen to be embarrassed or even feel slightly rejected by this, but she actually appreciated Rip’s directness. She was having trouble getting her head around the issue, though. Her whole life, she’d considered herself a natural Domme. She thought she didn’t fit the same mold as other Littles. The idea of agreeing to give up on that side of herself, for a temporary period, at least, was scary.
“You know what I think, babygirl?” said Rip, bringing his chair slightly closer to hers and taking her hand. “I think you’re more of a brat. And I don’t meant that in a cruel way. I think you love to push my buttons and break my rules. But you do this as a way of attracting attention. You do it because you like to be put in your place from time to time.”
“Hmmm,” Mabel huffed. “And what place is that?”
“In a moment, I’ll show you. But I tell you what, before we sign this, how about we agree to a code?”
“A code?”
“I propose a traffic light system. We’ll have red days where I dominate you frequently. You’ll dress how I say, you’ll do what I ask. There’ll be lots and lots of red days, I can assure you. They’re my favorite kind of day. But I’ll give you the occasional green day too. On green days, you’re allowed to play and be Little all day long without punishment. Well, unless you break one of the core rules, of course.”
“The core rules?”
“Respect me. Respect yourself.”
“Ah.”
“Green days will be infrequent. They’re special treats. You might have them because you get sick, or because you’re sad, or it’s an occasion, like your birthday or Christmas.”
