Mommy and Daddy // lashton

chapter three

"What-What is a sadist? A masochist?" I asked, feeling small and slightly overwhelmed.

"A sadist is someone who enjoys hurting someone else, they get pleasure out if it. Masochist is someone who likes to be hurt and gets pleasure out of being hurt." He elaborated. "That is not who we are."

"I don't know if I'm what you're looking for... I-I don't have experience with this kind of stuff. I've never tried it. I don't even know if I'm-I'm a submissive." I rambled, unsure if they could even understand me.

"Well, if that's the case, we will back off. If you don't think you're fit for this, or aren't the kinda guy for this lifestyle, we will leave you alone." Mrs. Irwin promised me. "If you want to experiment and figure it out if you're into this kind of life, we're always here and we'll take care of you. Dominant, submissive, or switch, we'll help you find out."

"How can I trust you?" I asked and she rolled her eyes. "What if this is a joke? Some sick twisted game?"

"Luke, if we wanted to hurt you, or betray you or your trust, we would have cut you off from everyone here and locked you in here. Possibly drugged you." Mr. Irwin told me and I looked at the door during the mentón of it. "It's unlocked."

"Would we honestly risk all we have just to hurt you? We worked for years and years to get where we are now. Would we really throw it away just to hurt you in whatever way your thinking?" Mrs. Irwin reasoned, her voice sweet and kind, the exact tone she uses everytime she tries to get someone to agree with her.

It's smooth, almost sultry-like. She flutters her eyes innocently and widens them the slightest bit. Her hands are clasped together or tapping on the desk in a gentle rhythm, and it just gets you. You just have to agree. It's hypnotic almost.

And it got me.

"I-I guess you're right." I mumbled as I tapped my fingers against my thighs. "If I agree to experiment in this lifestyle with you guys, you have to promise me that you wouldn't hurt me."

"As a dominant, it's your duty to punish your submissive if they have broken a rule or done something bad. What do you mean by hurt?" Mr. Irwin requested me to explain what I meant, but I didn't even know what I meant.

"I may not be experienced in this kind of stuff, but I have limits. I have things I will not try no matter what you say or what you do. I don't understand this... this BDSM stuff very well... but I didn't understand enough to know that you can easily hurt someone like this." I told them and they nodded.

"Of course you do. We do aswell." He told me and I looked at him confused. "Everyone has something they're uncomfortable doing. For us, one thing we hate collectively is latex clothing or equiptment. Chastity is another. Anything blood related. Things like that. We have limits too, and it's okay."

I nodded and Mrs. Irwin gently held my jaw. "I know it's a lot Luke, but my husband and I, we're straight forward people. We're telling you this so you can think about it. You don't have to do anything if you don't want to. We can forget this ever happened." She smiled and I bounced my leg up and down anxiously.

"I'm all for new experiences... but what if this isn't what I want, even if I agree?" I asked worriedly, not wanting to trap myself inside of this box where they have both the lock and the key.

"If you find that it's not who you are, or that you don't want to continue a relationship with us, that's fine. We won't force you to stay. We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do." Mr. Irwin cut in, offering me a reassuring smile.

"How does this work? You're both married and I'm just some kid." I thought outloud and they looked at each other.

"Think of it like dating." Mrs. Irwin replied easily. "After all, BDSM is more than just sex and all."

"I'm willing to... try this. I'm not saying it's permanent, that I'll do this forever, but I'll try it." I told them and they nodded as I took a deep breath. "I'm a bottom anyways."

"Pardon?" Mr. Irwin asked. Either he hadn't heard me, or he was surprised by my sudden statement.

"Said I'm a bottom anyways sir, so this could be fun." I winked and he chuckled, his large hand cupping his own jaw as his thumb ran across his bottom lip. His biceps flexed against the restraining fabric around them as his eyes darted to his wife.

Only a fool would say Mr. and Mrs. Irwin were unattractive. Honestly.

"It's daddy to you now Mr. Hemmings." He dragged out as my heart began to race in my chest.

Daddy.

Daddy.

That's fucking hot.

Daddy.

"My wife here goes by Mommy, but Miss is fine aswell. Riles her up to have a change every now and then." He added and I looked at Mrs. Irwin.

Mommy and Miss?

She's going to be the death of me.

"I can remember that. Mommy and daddy." I repeated, my teeth biting down on my bottom lip. I was nervous, but I was trying to hide it from them.

This was going to be some adventure now, wasn't it?