I never start a sub out with too much weight. The key is to build slowly." That was going to be what Cason had to do with every scene; even the one he was already starting to plan. He would build things between them slowly; increasing the intensity bit by bit until he made Vince fly.
"Whatever you want."
"So those are your limits? No blood or permanent damage? No severe pain? That's it?" Cason wasn't surprised that Vince seemed reluctant to speak up with the stories of how his past Dominants had treated him. "What about things like water sports?"
Vince's nose wrinkled up. "Gross. No."
Finally, a hard limit with no waffling. "Good. I'm not into that either. What about exhibitionism? Service?" Cason refused to suggest any humiliation play. He wasn't into it and that would be the last thing that Vince needed. Breaking a sub down and pushing their boundaries didn't mean breaking their spirit by degrading them.
"Service means what?"
Cason reached for his glass and took a drink, the ice clinking against his teeth. Vince was still holding his glass but he hadn't taken a drink yet.
"Drink up," Cason told him. "You need to stay hydrated." He watched as Vince once again obeyed him immediately, taking a long drink. It pleased him, even if they weren't playing yet. Clearly the man had a strong submissive streak, even if he didn't want to live as a sub all the time.
"Service is just like how it sounds. You serve. It can mean taking care of the Dominant physically, or doing things like chores."
"Doing chores can be a scene?" Vince sounded disbelieving.
Cason shrugged. "You'd be surprised what people get off on. For example, a sub could serve by washing my body in the shower before I let him suck me off. Or, a sub could bring me a drink while he fixed dinner for both of us, then sit blindfolded at my knees while we eat so I can feed him from my fingers. I'd consider that service, because he was taking care of my needs before I took him to my room and took care of his."
Vince wiped at the droplets of water gathering on the side of his glass in short strokes with his thumbs. "I can't cook," he said bluntly. "But I'm not averse to being fed from your fingers." He licked his lips as he looked down at Cason's hands.
Cason chuckled. "That does remind me, you're not allergic to anything, right?"
"No lubes or anything like that. I am allergic to shellfish, but nothing else."
"Good." He put his water down and then reached for Vince's empty glass, setting it on the other coaster. "I think I have a pretty good idea of what you need. We've talked enough."
"We have?" Vince bit his lip.
Standing up, Cason held out a hand to the nervous sub. "Yes. Come with me." He normally didn't have to guess what a sub needed. He could tell who needed to be hooded and whipped until they came screaming or who would respond better to being tied up and teased with a feather until they begged to come before their balls exploded.
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