jengohshit | (no subject)

It is not that I have not [Let her die a hundred deaths of embarrassment right now please. Glinda clears her throats, glad she chose not to show her face due to the obnoxious shade of pink it had turned.] struck them with my own hand before. N-not overly hard. But during the heat if the moment.

And I am confident it should be a good deal more difficult for me to actually harm them.

But, I am discontented at the idea of using an implement to deliberately inflict discomfort even at their behest.

It is different. It's all right for you to tell them you don't want to do it, you know, if you don't. The controlling party is allowed to have limits too.

[He thinks of Caleb, and how Caleb doesn't want to use implements either, but they've made Vax's need for pain work just fucking fine without them. But for awhile it hadn't occurred to Vax that he was allowed to be uncomfortable with things when he was in charge, that that wasn't somehow only for subbing, so he feels the need to inform Glinda that she can say no.]

But I'm guessing you wouldn't be talking to me if you weren't intrigued, either.

[Honestly, that's almost relieving to hear. Beau has been encouraging her into the more dominant in their sex life and while she's been careful with the witch she's constantly encouraged her to push her own boundaries. This is on the edge of where Glinda's comfort lies.]

I do not pretend to understand many things in this particular arena. My home is particularly stiff about intimacy. I am still trying to find...

I suppose find where the stoppage point is.

That's all fair. You can take it as slow as you need, or as fast as you want. It's between you and your girl.

If you think a practical lesson on this particular thing would help, you can come to the castle. I'll show you how to use the tool safely. Can even use it on you, on your arm or something, so you know exactly what it feels like and what you're dealing with. That's actually recommended for pretty much any tool you consider using.

[Glinda will die inside that Vax knows that it's Beau. She had been trying to be discrete by not mentioning who it was.]

I think I should be very grateful of that, in fact. I admit I do not relish the idea of going into this without my eyes open as to the potential pitfalls.

[Well, he doesn't know. It just doesn't seem like a wild assumption.]

Okay. You can come to the castle whenever and I'll meet you in Winter. Just let me know when.

[It's definitely not a wild assumption. Who else but the monk would have the gall to ask Glinda to whip her?]

Thank you, Vax'ildan. I am very indebted to you.

You are not, not in the slightest. I haven't forgotten what happened when I needed your help. This is...considerably less of an imposition than that was.

I did not think it an imposition.

It makes me glad to be able to help others. It gives me a purpose.

I know it does. And that's why it makes me glad to help you.

Thank you, all the same.

I am...

I am fortunate to have those here I can trust without expectation.

Just let me know when you want to meet up and talk about it, yeah? I'll make time. I don't really plan much in advance, so don't worry about interfering with anything.