We barely touched.We barely touched. I was not happy about it. Instead, we got out paper and went over the list of fantasies and scenarios that we had accumulated. We cut the items out with scissors so each was on a separate slip of paper. It became a kind of game. We added to the list. Anything we had written about or read about-- anything. From feathers and g-strings to piercing, tatoos and bondage. Even hypnosis, although neither of us knew any more about it than we had read in a popular book on self-hypnosis. Things we wanted to do to each other, things we wanted done. Then there followed an hour of negotiation during which we paired up our slips of paper. If you wanted to do that to me, then I would get to do this to you; if I do that for you, then you do have to do this for me. The price of column 1 is column 2. The result was a two- column list of equal and opposite (re)actions. The deal was this: if one of us does something on the List, that automatically gives the other the right to do the corresponding thing from the other column. Fair is fair. His list ended up longer than mine: I wasn't able to come up with as many ideas as he did, so some things got left off. Still, it was a long list. There were things I really didn't want to do and things I really didn't want him to do on the List, but they were paired with fair retaliations and things I wanted bad enough that I would agree to his wants. |