Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"Well, we kinda talk about other stuff, by which I mean I tell him about stuff I do and then ask him about stuff he does. But when the part of his therapy that involves doing things arrives, I'd be there. In theory."
"...I don't think Jackson's oppressed. He's violating people's boundaries, the official policers of boundaries aren't touching it, and he knows exactly what he's doing."
"Yeah, I thought about that, too, but 'defender of the weak and buttholes' just doesn't have the same impact. Also I bet a bunch of subs' rights activists would disagree."
"Okay, he may get condescending service when he goes into town for a smoothie and if he weren't a psion he might experience a hiring disadvantage. He is not being contextually oppressed."
"Good. There's a store a few bus stops away with some interesting things and I've squared away my budget."
"Interesting things?" she asks, lowering her eyes and biting her lower lip.
"I thought so." Up she gets. Tap tap tap. "My budget is not enormous, but we should be able to get a few things."
Up she gets, as well, grinning after her dom. "Even just not-imaginary rope would already be pretty good," she comments.
"Do you have a priority list for what you want to buy other than that, or something?"
"I haven't looked at the selection. And what interests you most will factor in. I think not a gag, not until I have more practice reading your body language and don't necessarily need you to be able to speak. Besides. You make excellent noises."
She grins widely. "I wouldn't let a gag stop me from making those noises unless you wanted me to."
"Even so. It's very important that you be able to say 'stop', and also rather important that you be able to say 'please'."