If she wasn’t sitting in a desk, she might have tried to run then and there. Worse, she was pretty sure he knew it. Which was why he’d maneuvered her into this particular room and this particular situation. He could be on her before she even finished standing up, much less before she tried to bolt. Of course, she could always say ‘Red,’ the club safe word, and she knew he would honor it... but her pride balked at using a safe word just because he wanted to talk.

Especially because her friends downstairs would immediately be all over her the second they saw her, and then she’d have to explain to them why she was back downstairs so quickly.

Realizing she was trapped actually helped, even though she knew that would be strange to most people. Kind of like when she was in bondage. When there was nothing she could do about her situation, when all her choices were gone, she could actually relax.

Still, she couldn’t quite keep herself from sounding rebellious and a little bratty when she responded. “So what do you want to know?

She leaned back against her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world because of the corset, but she’d live. Michael stared down at her, scrutinizing her. Assessing her. Making her want to squirm.

“Let’s start with the soft limits. No need to ask about multiple play-partners, I have no interest in sharing you for this scene. Blindfolds - I’d like to use one today. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes,” she said, relaxing just the tiniest bit. Soft limits were much easier. She’d trust Michael to do any of them. It didn’t surprise her that he was reciting her limits by memory either; she’d have been more surprised if he hadn’t. He was thorough like that.

“Anal play?”

“Yes.” Her anus clenched in anticipation. Ellie actually loved anal play, but she didn’t trust too many people to do it right. She might be a masochist, but that didn’t mean all pain felt good, and anything anal made her feel incredibly submissive, which wasn’t always how she wanted to feel when she was playing. Especially with someone new. But with Michael? Yeah, that was fine.

“Fisting?”

Her pussy fluttered, her chest tightening. “I’m... open to it, but I’ve never done it before.”

In fact, the first time she’d heard of it she’d been horrified, in a completely fascinated kind of way. She’d watched videos of it online, peeking through her fingers, completely enthralled even as her stomach churned in panicked terror. To say her feelings were mixed was putting it lightly. Especially when she looked at Michael’s long fingers and large hand.

“We can work up to it, in the future.”