Talking about soft limits makes me hard…


So, the time has come. Time to get down to brass tax.

After an exchange of emails regarding the Limits of the contract, it’s time to go over everything with a fine tooth comb. I leave the Heathman with Taylor following behind me in my car…I drive the Audi that I purchased for Miss Steele as a graduation present. I can’t wait for the fight over this…

We arrive at her apartment, I grab the bottle of Bollinger that I brought to celebrate with…honestly, I brought it hoping that a couple of drinks would loosen her up so we can get through her issues with the contract quicker. She lets me in,  knowing what we are about to discuss…I’m already horny as fuck.

I follow her into the living room and immediately see the books that I gave her on the coffee table. They are wrapped and ready, I assume for me to take back. What bullshit. Bad form..I buy you a gift, I expect you to accept it, period. Ahh, wait..there’s a note.

I agree to the conditions, Angel; because you know best what my punishment ought to be; only-only- don’t make it more that I can ever bear.”

Leave it to her to find the most appropriate quote considering our situation…promising. “You decided on debasement.” She responds in a soft voice. “It’s also a plea” Yes, I do get that, Miss Steele. And, at first I will go easy on you..but if you stay..well, that is a different story.

We argue back and forth over the books, for Christs sake, she really knows how to irritate me. I concede and we come to somewhat of an agreement. Moving on.

We are sitting on the couch, in her mostly packed up living room, sipping champagne out of teacups..Quaint to say the least. I ask her if she’s eaten, and she answers with an eye roll..Oh,,yes she did. “Next time you roll your eyes at me, I will take you over my knee..understood?”  She takes in a breath and responds with..Oh..and I reply. “So it begins, Anastasia.” I grin wide and take the printed out email from my pocket and unfold it, holding it in front of us so that we can go over every detail together.

“So, sexual acts..we’ve covered most of this.” We both look over the sheet of paper.


Soft limits

To be discussed and agreed between both parties:

Does the submissive consent to:

Masturbation,  Cunnilingus,  Fellatio,  Swallowing Semen

Vaginal Intercourse,  Vaginal Fisting,   Anal Intercourse, Anal Fisting

“No fisting, fine. Anything else you object to?” She swallows hard, her eyes wide as she reads over the paper. “Anal intercourse..I don’t think I’d like that.” Well, too bad because, I do like that, Miss Steele. “I agree to remove fisting, but I’d really like to claim your ass, Anastasia.” The look on her face is once again..priceless. “Your ass will need to be trained, but I think that you’ll find that Anal Intercourse can be quite pleasurable.” I shrug. “If you don’t like it, you won’t have to do it again.” But, you will like it, trust me.

We move on down the list.

Vibrators, Butt Plugs, Dildos, Other vaginal/anal toys.

“Butt plugs? Does it do what it says on the box?” She scrunches up her nose, clearly against Butt plugs. “Yes.” I say matter of factually. “Oh…what’s the “other” mean?” I take a drink, explaining that the “other” is, beads..eggs. She looks at me again like a deer in headlights, wide eyed and beautifully unaware. “Not real eggs, Anastasia.” I can’t help but laugh. How adorable is she right now.

We continue down the list, and I am growing extremely horny as we go over each category. I don’t know how long I can sit here, next to this gorgeous girl and keep the cock tame. Christ, what she does to me.


Rope, Leather Cuffs, Tape, Shackles…

She agrees to all, rather quickly. Good girl. We cover restraints, suspension etc. And, next a personal favorite of mine..Pain. Not because I enjoy inflicting pain..well, I do, but more because it brings so much pleasure. She will see that, in time.

Spanking, Whipping, Biting, Paddling, Caning

Nipple Clamps, Ice, Hot Wax…To read these aloud, with her sitting here next to me..Holy fuck, there goes the erection. We have lift off.

Alright, fuck this. I can’t do this any longer. “Anastasia, you said earlier that you wanted more. I am willing to try, have to do something for me.” I stand, holding my hand out to her. “Come.” She reluctantly gets up, taking my hand. “What is it?” She is nervous. “You have to accept my graduation argument.” I explain that outside of..”sub time” that I will do my best to be what she wants..the hearts and flowers shit. Christ, what am I saying? I can’t do this…yes, yes I can. For her. Only her.

We get outside and I point to the Red Audi parked along the curb in front of her apartment. I brace myself for the fight that I know is about to come. “Happy Graduation.” A huge grin sweeps across my mouth and I pull her into a hug and kiss her softly on the lips. She thanks me, but, puts up a fight…one that she is not going to win. I won’t have this girl driving that piece of shit one more day. She agrees to accept it…only on loan, for now. I roll my eyes at that one..what bullshit. “It’s a gift, Anastasia, can’t you just accept it?” She agrees and my palm becomes sweaty and twitchy. She can be so infuriating at times.

“It’s taking everything that I have not to fuck you on the hood of this car, right now. If I want to buy you a car, I will buy you a fucking car.” Yes, I am pissed. “Let’s get you inside, I want you naked.”  I grab her hand and lead her back inside and straight to the bedroom. I don’t know if I should spank her, or fuck her first. I opt for the latter.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down as my fingers trail lightly along her soft skin, gliding slowly up her arms to her shoulders, then up her long beautiful neck to the tie that holds her halter dress together. I tug at it and the dress falls down her body before it hits the floor. Mmm, no bra. Nice. I begin to fondle her perfect breasts, taking care to tease her nipples. My hand slides down her back, across her ass and between her legs. I slip in two fingers feeling how deliciously wet she already is for me. “Always ready, Miss Steele.” I quickly remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, tasting her sweet juices. Alright, now I’m over the edge horny.

I quickly remove my jeans and briefs like a teenager about to get laid for the first time. I pull her down to the bed with me, letting her straddle me, my erection pressing hard against her. I tell her that she’s in control, and she seems to like that. Her eyes are big and bright at the thought of bossing me around for a change. I smirk at her reaction. Adorable.

She tries to remove my shirt, and I instinctively grab her hand and tell That’s a firm no to be exact.  She frowns asking why I don’t like being touched, as we’ve come across this very issue a time or two before.

“Because, I’m fifty shades of fucked up, Anastasia”

There, I said it……

About Christian Grey

CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc.Entrepreneur, Philanthropist. Billionaire,Dominant and extremely fucked up. I am here to tell my side of story. @FuckedUpFifty_ Follow me on twitter... I am in no way affiliated with the incredible author of the Fifty Shades Trilogy, E.L.James.
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5 Responses to Talking about soft limits makes me hard…

  1. Jojo says:

    I think I blushed yet again. I always wanted to know what was going on in that head of yours. Very “Fifty Shades of Fucked Up”
    Thanks for the reminder . 😉
    Ms. JoJo

  2. Mr Grey, this post made me giggle in a most inappropriate way…I love your insight. And the descriptions of what is going through your head are priceless…. Love it!

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