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She nods. “Okay. Not a hard limit.”
“Soft bondage. Like handcuffs, tying your wrists or ankles down, restraining you in different ways.”
This time she rolls her eyes. “You’ve already handcuffed me.”
I give her a smug smile. “And if it comes down to your safety, I’d do it again whether it’s a limit or not. But right now, I’m talking about during sex or discipline.”
“You’d restrain me during discipline?”
“Possibly. If I use my belt or a cane, I might choose to restrain you. You would always have your safeword, though. Meaning even if we’re in the middle of a discipline session, you’re restrained, and being caned, but you need it to stop, you can say that word and everything comes to an immediate halt. I’d untie you and comfort you and do whatever is needed.”
She thinks about it for a bit while nibbling on her lip again. “So even though you’re in charge, I’d be able to make everything stop if I wanted to?”
I nod and run my hands up and down her biceps. “Yes. You have all the control. I’ll be bossy as fuck. I’ll be overbearing, overprotective, probably jealous as hell, but you hold the ultimate power. You say red and it all stops so we can talk and reassess.”
“Okay. Bondage isn’t a limit, I don’t think.”
“We’ll put it on the list as ‘proceed with caution,’ how about that? You can always change your mind about any of your limits at any time.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says as she leans into my chest, resting her cheek against my heart.
“You’re welcome, baby girl. Okay, how about me being in the bathroom with you? You already experienced it once. I know you were a bit freaked out, but now that you had time to let it digest, is it a limit or not?”
She sits up again but doesn’t meet my eyes. Her cheeks are bright pink, and she squirms slightly. “Is it weird that I didn’t hate it? Like, who wants their man in the bathroom with them when they do their business? That’s some major co-dependent shit right there.”
I laugh and cup her chin so she has to look at me. “I don’t give a fuck if it’s weird or if it makes us co-dependent. We’re going to do what makes us happy. Being able to take care of you in intimate ways like cleaning you up after you use the bathroom or brushing your teeth for you or bathing you or feeding you…all that stuff makes me happy, and it feeds the Daddy side of me. I want as much control as you’ll give me, so it doesn’t matter if it’s not what most couples do. We aren’t most couples. We’re us and we make the rules for our dynamic.”
She stares at me, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Would you really give me an enema?”
Without missing a beat, I say, “Absolutely. If you’re naughty or sick, I wouldn’t hesitate to fill up your bottom with liquid to clean you out. There are absolutely no limits to the things I’d do. If you want to test that theory, we can.” I wink at her, and I swear her cheeks turn redder than her name.
“Ugh,” she whimpers, bringing her hands up to her face. “Why am I not completely grossed out by all of that? I mean, I know I’d be humiliated but I’m not repulsed by it either. Like, it makes me feel funny.”
I grab her wrists and lower them to her sides. “Scarlet, it’s very common for Little girls to want their Daddies to take care of them intimately like that. Some Daddies even diaper their Little girls.”
Her eyes bug out. “I don’t want to wear diapers.”
“I kind of figured you wouldn’t, which is why I haven’t brought it up.”
“Would you want me to wear them?”
“Look at me. In the eye.” I wait until she obeys. “If that was something you wanted, I would be one million percent on board with it, but it’s not something I want or need to fulfill my Daddy side. I’m pretty sure you don’t go that Little, and I’m good with that.”
Her breath whooshes out, and she smiles softly, nodding. “Thank you. I don’t think I want to go that young. I mean, I’ve read books about it, and I don’t think badly of it. I just don’t think it would be something I’d enjoy.”
“But you think you’d enjoy Daddy taking care of you in some of the more intimate ways?”
“I think so,” she whispers. “It’s embarrassing but also, it’s kind of hot. Oh my gosh, I’m so weird.”
I chuckle. “You’re not weird and you’re not allowed to call yourself names. That’s one of your rules. No calling yourself names or putting yourself down. It’s an important rule. I’ll never allow anyone to hurt you, including yourself. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Do you like being choked or is that a limit?”
“Uhh.”
“You’ve never experienced it?”
