“What’s the matter? Can’t you believe your stuff is locked up in a cage? You are so weird. You have hinted at playing this game for months but never really asked me. And then you go off and pout as if I have just ruined your life. You know that is true. And then I voluntarily play your game, and you look like you have just been sentenced to prison, eating only bread and water for the rest of your life.”
“No, I am glad you, we are playing the game. I want to play it, I have for a long time. Its just we didn’t really discuss any boundaries, or even rules. I don’t know what I have to do to get out, or anything. And you are talking crazy about all your role playing. I just wish I could have had more input into all of it. But thank you for trying to get into this fantasy of mine. You are just scaring me the way you are going at it, that’s all.”
“Okay. You have some valid points there. Why don’t we go to that grocery store that has the Starbuck’s in it and get a chocolate mocha for me and you can get those gooey rolls that you like. We can pick up some stuff we need for this week and then we will come back and talk about the rules.”
“Like a time limit?”
“No, not exactly. Well maybe. I haven’t really thought much about it yet. But I will as we shop and when we get back we can sit and talk, and I will tell you what I am thinking.”
"You haven't really been listening to me, is that going to change?"
“I will listen to you and if you have some valid points I will modify the rules. I will try to make it clear what you need to do to get out. And what I expect from you while you are in the cage. I have no intention of doing without sex just because you can’t have any. Does that sound acceptable?”
“So who has the final say on the rules?”
