Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Bus back to campus.
They appear to be heading back to their dorm from here.
Isabella opens her door.
"It'll be always a draft by nature, but I don't think anything about it will change without, ah," she clears her throat, "external input. One way or another."
Read read.
Shortly:
"You're claiming to have exactly two limits, both of which entirely refer to things that would occur while I'm not even in the room," she says. "I don't believe you. Maybe you're just assuming that I'm not adventurous enough to trespass on anything else - you're likely right, even - or that it just goes without saying - which is a rather dangerous assumption with someone you've known for a couple of days."
"Um. It may be that I'm not creative enough to think of sufficiently limit-breaking things, given my complete lack of previous experience. Just like there are probably other things I'm interested in and would like to try in the future that I haven't listed, there are probably limits I don't know I have which will come up when I try one of those things and go 'yep, that is not going to be a thing.' But um. Yeah I couldn't really think of anything else."
Isabella sighs. "Should I come up with examples of things that I imagine you'd want to rule out or should I just suggest an amendment?"
"If I went spontaneously insane and decided to attempt to get pregnant when you were having a boy day, nothing on this," she waves the paper, "rules that out. You didn't rule out interfering with your classes - a little or a lot - yet I assume you'd object if I turned out to think it was entertaining to keep you tied up throughout key moments of finals week. You haven't been a mage long enough to have a reasonable expectation that you could self-heal anything that came up if I decided the fact that you're not that masochistic is more of a loose guideline since you didn't put it under 'limits'. I don't even see a safeword on here - I didn't ask for one in particular because as it happens I think pretend refusal is deeply unsexy but you didn't know that."
"Hmm." She thinks. "A lot of those things are, like, actual abuse? So I suppose you're right that I assumed there are certain things you wouldn't do, but they're the sort of things that, if you were the type of person to do them, you'd do whether they were in this list or not. And the safeword—I haven't really come up with one and was expecting us to do so once the need became apparent."
Isabella shrugs. "I mean, as it happens, I am not planning to do those things. But there have been on-campus pregnancies and nobody was prosecuted. Every now and then somebody will get teekayed to the health center with the most spectacular injuries and it'll be written off as a night of fun gone awry. There are makeup test dates and I know they're not all used for illnesses and family emergencies."
"Right. I know. What I mean is that, the sort of thing that's, well, generalizable from those examples is the sort of thing that is known to be actual abuse, people discuss them in health class, there are pamphlets about it, et cetera, so if you were the sort of person to do them then having them on the list or not would not actually stop you from doing them if you so desired. Or also, I'm not sure how to create a generalizable rule or limit that would cover these cases that wouldn't end up just being 'do not be an abusive dom.' Though it occurs to me that setting a safeword in advance should pretty much preemptively solve all misunderstandings and sort them from actual malice."
"I was going to propose the addition that I will consult you on anything likely to have effects other than interesting memories more than six hours later."
"I mean, I'd still need the safeword—or, I suppose, in this case just mere denial—if I objected to something that fell into that category anyway, but I suppose that's a reasonable addition."
"I do realize that it can't all be codified and I will be a little careful with you regardless even within the parameters, but," shrug.
"With appropriately recalibrated care over time as I learn how you are."
Squirm, plus a noise she usually suppresses when in public. "Thank you, ma'am."
"I couldn't find a good expression for it. Anything not strictly corporal? Denial of privileges, for instance, or other types of psychological slash emotional slash other punishment."
Isabella scans the page again, then says, "There's substantial overlap but I feel I should notify you given your misgivings about monogamy that it's imperfect. For example, I don't plan to put you in physically compromised situations in company, my imagination goes in entirely unpleasant hypothetical directions from there."