Fifty Shades of Grey (book 1+ 2)

Chapter 33

"Yes."

Oh... that surprises me. Before I can question him on this revelation further, he interrupts my train of

thought.

"Let's discuss this in my study. I want to show you something."

This is so hard to process. Here I was foolishly thinking that I'd spend a night of un-paralleled passion

in this man's bed, and we're negotiating this weird arrangement.

I follow him into his study, a spacious room with another floor-to-ceiling window that opens out on to the

balcony. He sits on the desk, motions for me to sit on a leather chair in front of him, and hands me a

piece of paper.

"These are the rules. They may be subject to change. They form part of the contract, which you can

also have. Read these rules and let's discuss."

RULES

Obedience:

The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or

reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit

and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix

2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.

Sleep:

The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of seven hours sleep a night when she is not with

the Dominant.

Food:

The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods

(Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit.

Clothes:

During the Term, the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant. The Dominant will

provide a clothing budget for the Submissive, which the Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall

accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis. If the Dominant so requires, the

Submissive shall during the Term any adornments the Dominant shall require, in the presence of the

Dominant and any other time the Dominant deems fit.

Exercise:

The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in hour-long

sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and the Submissive. The

personal trainer will report to the Dominant on the Submissive's progress.

Personal Hygiene/Beauty:

The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit

a beauty salon of the Dominant's choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo

whatever treatments the Dominant sees fit.

Personal Safety:

The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs, or put herself in any

unnecessary danger.

Personal Qualities:

The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The

Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times.

She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held

accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings, and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of

the Dominant.

Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall

be determined by the Dominant.

Holy f**k.

"Hard limits?" I ask.

"Yes. What you won't do, what I won't do, we need to specify in our agreement."

"I'm not sure about accepting money for clothes. It feels wrong." I shift uncomfortably, the word 'ho'

rattling round my head. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I want to lavish money on you, let me buy you some clothes. I may need you to accompany me to

functions, and I want you dressed well. I'm sure your salary, when you do get a job, won't cover the

kind of clothes I'd like you to wear."

"I don't have to wear them when I'm not with you?"

"No."

"Okay." Think of them as uniform.

"I don't want to exercise four times a week."

"Anastasia, I need you supple, strong, and with stamina. Trust me, you need to exercise.""But surely

not four times a week, how about three?"

"I want you to do four."

"I thought this was a negotiation?"

He purses his lips at me.

"Okay, Miss Steele, another point well made. How about an hour on three days and one day half an

hour?"

"Three days, three hours. I get the impression you're going to keep me exercised when I'm here."

He smiles wickedly, and his eyes glow as if relieved. "Yes, I am. Okay, agreed. Are you sure you don't

want to intern at my companyYou're a good negotiator."

"No, I don't think that's a good idea." I stare down at his rules. Waxing! Waxing what?

EverythingUgh.

"So, limits. These are mine." He hands me another piece of paper.

Hard Limits

No acts involving fire play

No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof No acts involving needles, knives,

piercing, or blood No acts involving gynecological medical instruments

No acts involving children or animals

No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin No acts involving breath control

Ugh. He has to write these down! Of course - they all look very sensible, and frankly, necessary... any

sane person wouldn't want to be involved in this sort of thing surely?

Though I now feel a little queasy.

"Is there anything you'd like to add?" he asks kindly.

Crap. I've no idea. I am completely stumped. He gazes at me and furrows his brow.

"Is there anything you won't do?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

I squirm uncomfortably and bite my lip.

"I've never done anything like this."

"Well, when you've had sex, was there anything that you didn't like doing?"

For the first time in what seems to be ages, I blush.

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