“Forms of bondage, including handcuffs, ropes, straps, belts, or anything else I can think of to hold you in place for me, unable to move or defend yourself.”

Oh, my fucking god, yes.

A brief silence passes between us as I try to silence the darkness and think about what Nas just said. This is what he was talking about when he said there has to be an insane level of trust for a sub to allow themselves to be tied up and incapable of defending themselves. If you do this with the wrong person, it could have catastrophic consequences. With this question and the way he worded it, Nas is asking me if I trust him completely. I have to be willing to give myself to him entirely and let him reign over me, because in moments of bondage, I will truly belong to him. The darkness begs me to be reckless, but I have to be clean in my thinking about this.

I feel more nervous than I thought I would, but I swallow hard and continue down the path I chose to go on. There’s no turning back now. “No limit.”

Nas cracks a satisfied smile. “Good girl,” he whispers before moving on. “Orgasm denial or forced orgasm?”

“No limit.”

“Breeding?”

“I’m on birth control and it works wonders, so I’d say no limit. On the other hand, though, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t absolutely love when you came on me last time. That was great.”

Nas’s eyebrow flinches before he exhales and goes on. “Praise?”

“No limit, obviously.”

“Degradation?”

I pause again. “I know what you mean, but let me hear an example.”

“Simply put, I’m gonna make you my filthy fucking slut. You're going to be absolutely disgusting for me. You will be my whore, existing simply for my use and pleasure, until I discard you like you're nothing when I’m done with you. You're for me to fuck, cum on, cum in, and have my way with, because you're my property.”

My eyes widen when Nas finally stops talking, and I have no idea why everything he just said makes me want to drop to my knees right here and now.

Yes! Treat me like shit. Abuse me for your pleasure.

“No limit,” I say with a racing heart.

“Collar and leash?”

“No limit.”

“Spitting?”

“Oh, I’ve never done that before. I’ll go with the soft limit until I know for sure.”

“Clamps? Nipple or clit?”

Yes, please!

“No limit for both.”

“Sensory play? Feathers or pinwheels?”

Emphasis on the pinwheels!

“No limit.”

Nas smiles and nods. “Anal play?”

I hesitate. “Soft limit.”

“Being a cuckquean?”

“Hard limit.”

“Public play?”

“Soft limit.”

“Interesting,” Nas says with a tilt of his head. “How about CNC?”