Callan's brows were scrunched together as he looked at me in confusion. "Of course, we won't. Emma, did you really think we would sleep with other women while we were your dominants?"

"I...well, I really didn't know what to think. I don't know how you plan on finding your slave without...you know, testing her out," I admitted. It was comforting to know that they were this adamant that having sex with others wouldn't happen.

Mateo shook his head slightly, looking almost sad. "Gorgeous. Callan is right. That won't happen. It wasn't even something we contemplated on doing."

My eyes went to Gideon to see if he had anything to say, but his mouth was pressed in a tight line as if he was refusing to speak on the matter. His hand clenched a glass of whiskey, looking angry. In other words, nothing new there. But, for some reason, him being so mysterious made me want to get to know him even more. I wanted him to open himself up to me; I just didn't know how I could make that happen.

I nodded. "I believe you. But then, how will you find your slave?"

Callan chuckled and answered a question with a question, "And how were you supposed to find a dom?"

I realized what he was getting at. I'd planned on finding a dom by strictly talking. If I felt a spark with anyone, I'd tell the guys. "Fair enough," I smiled.

"Now that that's sorted, ready to go over the list?" Mateo asked, looking too excited for his own good.

"Sure," I answered, my pulse suddenly jumped at the anxious thrill of doing so.

"Great, first of all, I want to talk about those four days a week. Even if you sleep over at one of our places tonight, we'll still start with the new week tomorrow. Right?" Callan asked.

"Do you mean if I went home with you, then I'll still spend another night alone with you this week?" I asked just to clarify.

Callan nodded.

"Okay, we can agree on that." I didn't mind that; it was smart to start all the sleepover schedule on Monday anyway.

"Good, then let's begin. You can see on the first page, there's a set of words. Interested is pretty self-explanatory. Willing to try means there's some interest. Neutral is no interest. Hard limit will be used when you have absolutely no interest," Callan explained, and I nodded along. I'd already read through it all and knew what they all meant. "As for experience–"

"Can I say something about that?" I cut him off. Normally, I would set a number of how experienced I was in the different activities. But that was just a waste of time.

Callan nodded.

"I've told you guys that I don't have much experience, so how about I tell you when I do have some, and when I don't say something, that's an automatic zero?" Zero literally meant zero experience.

"That'll work fine. We'll start with sexual activity," Callan stated and listed up several things I had an interest in; Fellatio, cunnilingus–just receiving, swallowing cum, hand jobs, vibrators on genitals, and other more mundane things.

When he started on more extreme things, I struggled to sit still, too worked up by all of this.

"How about anal sex?" Callan asked. Apparently, he was the one who would lead this meeting, which wasn't a shock. It seemed he liked to take control where he could. I kind of liked that about him.

"Interested." My answer was short because I had no idea how to talk with my heartbeat raising, and my pussy begged for attention.

"Anal plugs? Small, large, in public?"

"I'm interested in small and in public. How large are we talking about?" I questioned; for all I knew, it could be as big as a football.

"We can wait with that one until you get to see it for yourself. Does that sound good?"

I nodded; I didn't mind waiting. Perhaps it wasn't as big as I imagined.

"Great. Let's keep going. Double penetration? Oral and vaginal, oral and anal, and vaginal and anal?"

Gulping, I answered, "Interested in all." I'd been given this a lot of thought. Being shared by three men wasn't an everyday thing, and I wanted to try it out when I could. Kevin would be so proud of me if he was here. Fuck, he'd probably stand on the sidelines cheering at me.

"What's so funny, gorgeous?" Mateo asked, a smile resting on his lips. I must've let out a laugh without meaning to.

Get it together, Emma. This meeting wasn't the place to start laughing; they'd think you were starting to get hysterical.

"Nothing, sorry. Please, continue."

Callan looked amused as well before he looked down and read from the paper in front of him. "Double penetration anal, and double penetration vaginal?"

How could they appear so calm about this? I was running hot right now, and we weren't even a quarter through the list. "Yes, to both."

"Okay, we'll put down interested. Anal fisting? Vaginal fisting?"

Holy fuck, I almost choked when I took a sip of my drink. Note to self: keep the glass away while talking about fisting.

Hesitating slightly, I shook my head. "Neutral." Which, in other words, meant not interested.

"Are you sure, gorgeous? If you want it, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Mateo said.

Even if I was–hypothetically–interested, the thought of stretching out my pussy like that, at my young age, wasn't something I would want. At least, not right now. Maybe it was shame that held me back; the thought of future boyfriends, or one-night stands, seeing how stretched my pussy was...yeah, did I really need to say more?

"Put down not interested," I decided.

They didn't try to push anything, and Callan gave me a kind smile as they wrote down on the paper.

"Triple?" Callan continued. "It can be oral and a mix of double penetration." He went through all the ways it could happen, and I answered that I was willing to try.

We went through sensation play and all the different ways they could tease me while I was blindfolded and/or wearing earplugs. I was interested in it all, thinking back to the tour with mistress Claire and how she had explained how it all worked. It had gotten me curious to experience it myself.

As for humiliation, there was a lot that was a hard limit. I didn't want to be treated as an object, be spit on, and generally degraded. I had enough insecurities that something like that could only damage me more rather than build me up. But I was interested in trying out public humiliation, similar to Charlotte Clermont and what her husband had done to her at the club.

The fetish section of the list went by quickly. Neither of us had any fetishes, like for foot, leather, or other stuff like that.

Roleplaying, on the other hand, sounded fun to try out. By the look of Mateo's smile, it seemed he liked the thought as well.

For those who hadn't ever read an in-depth BDSM checklist, it was a lot to go through. There were service and restrictive behavior, which were a mix of hard limits and interests. I agreed to take orders, restrictive eye contact, begging, kneeling, and the likes that would only happen while in a scene. Forced servitude was a strong no. That would never happen.

I'd never tried exhibitionism, but I was willing to try. Voyeurism was put down as interested. We'd already done that in the viewing room, and let's just say it would be fun to do that again.

"Next is bondage. Light and heavy?"

"Interested in light, I don't know how heavy we're talking about?" I answered. Frankly, I could hardly think; I was so turned on. Looking at these three, handsome as sin, men while we went through everything they were allowed to do to me...it had my panties wet and uncomfortable, to put it mildly.

"Heavy generally means that there are equipment and gears involved. That can be gags, chains, spreader bars, and full-body restrictions, so you can't move at all. We'll talk about the different equipment, and see what you would be interested in," Callan explained.

"Okay, put it down as interested."

Callan went through several more ways for me to be tied up and several materials that could be used, and I was open to most of them.

"Choking and breath control?"

Swallowing, I thought about the tightening of a hand around my neck, restricting my airflow. "Interested."

"Okay, lastly, there's impact and percussion." Callan rattled off several things. I said yes or willing to try everything but face slapping and strapping; full body beating.

As I looked up from the newly finished checklist, I met three heavily, intense eyes with mine.

"How are you feeling?" Callan asked with the ever so present smirk in place.

"Fine," I breathed out, feeling more sexually tortured than fine.

His eyes narrowed. "That's all?"

I pressed my thighs together, trying to alleviate the constant throbbing in my clit– it only made it worse. The room was full of heat, their eyes drinking me in and devouring me whole.

"Um..."

"Answer honestly, Bella."

"I'm...I–" Fuck, was I really going to admit how I really felt? Even though we'd just talked about sex and everything BDSM, the thought of answering made me feel even more exposed, more vulnerable.

"I'm turned on, Sir."

Like a predator finding its prey, Callan rose from his seat and stalked towards me. He rounded the table and stood behind me– his presence both exciting and intimidating.

Mateo and Gideon looked happy to just watch and see how this played out.

Callan placed his hands on either side of mine on the table, boxing me in. I could feel his breathing tickling my neck as he leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Choose your safe word, and then I want to see you...submit."