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  15.21 The Submissive shall accept whippings, floggings, spankings, caning, paddling or any other discipline the Dominant should decide to administer, without hesitation, enquiry or complaint.

  15.22 The Submissive shall not look directly into the eyes of the Dominant except when specifically instructed to do so. The Submissive shall keep her eyes cast down and maintain a quiet and respectful bearing in the presence of the Dominant.

  15.23 The Submissive shall always conduct herself in a respectful manner to the Dominant and shall address him only as Sir, Mr. Grey, or such other title as the Dominant may direct.

  15.24 The Submissive will not touch the Dominant without his express permission to do so.

  ACTIVITIES

  16 The Submissive shall not participate in activities or any sexual acts that either party deems to be unsafe or any activities detailed in Appendix 2.

  17 The Dominant and the Submissive have discussed the activities set out in Appendix 3 and recorded in writing on Appendix 3 their agreement in respect of them.

  SAFEWORDS

  18 The Dominant and the Submissive recognize that the Dominant may make demands of the Submissive that cannot be met without incurring physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, or other harm at the time the demands are made to the Submissive. In such circumstances related to this, the Submissive may make use of a safeword (“The Safeword(s)”). Two Safewords will be invoked depending on the severity of the demands.

  19 The Safeword “Yellow” will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the Submissive is close to her limit of endurance.

  20 The Safeword “Red” will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the Submissive cannot tolerate any further demands. When this word is said the Dominant’s action will cease completely with immediate effect.

  CONCLUSION

  21 We the undersigned have read and understood fully the provisions of this contract. We freely accept the terms of this contract and have acknowledged this by our signatures below.

  ________________________

  The Dominant: Christian Grey

  Date

  ________________________

  The Submissive: Anastasia Steele

  Date

  APPENDIX 1

  RULES

  Obedience:

  The Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix 2). She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.

  Sleep:

  The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight hours sleep a night when she is not with the Dominant.

  Food:

  The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the exception of fruit.

  Clothes:

  During the Term the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by the Dominant. The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for the Submissive, which the Submissive shall utilize. The Dominant shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc basis. If the Dominant so requires, the Submissive shall during the Term wear adornments the Dominant shall require, in the presence of the Dominant and at any other time the Dominant deems fit.

  Exercise:

  The Dominant shall provide the Submissive with a personal trainer four times a week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and the Submissive. The personal trainer will report to the Dominant on the Submissive’s progress.

  Personal Hygiene/Beauty:

  The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of the Dominant’s choosing at times to be decided by the Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments the Dominant sees fit. All costs will be met by the Dominant.

  Personal Safety:

  The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put herself in any unnecessary danger.

  Personal Qualities:

  The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than the Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner at all times. She must recognize that her behavior is a direct reflection on the Dominant. She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings and misbehavior committed when not in the presence of the Dominant.

  Failure to comply with any of the above will result in immediate punishment, the nature of which shall be determined by the Dominant.

  APPENDIX 2

  Hard Limits

  No acts involving fire play.

  No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof.

  No acts involving needles, knives, cutting, piercing, or blood.

  No acts involving gynecological medical instruments.

  No acts involving children or animals.

  No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin.

  No acts involving breath control.

  No activity that involves the direct contact of electric current (whether alternating or direct), fire or flames to the body.

  APPENDIX 3

  Soft Limits

  To be discussed and agreed between both parties:

  Which of the following sexual acts are acceptable to the Submissive?

  • Masturbation

  • Fellatio

  • Cunnilingus

  • Vaginal intercourse

  • Vaginal fisting

  • Anal intercourse

  • Anal fisting

  Is swallowing semen acceptable to the Submissive?

  Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive?

  • Vibrators

  • Dildos

  • Butt Plugs

  • Other

  Is Bondage acceptable to the Submissive?

  • Hands in front

  • Hands behind back

  • Ankles

  • Knees

  • Elbows

  • Wrists to ankles

  • Spreader bars

  • Tied to furniture

  • Blindfolding

  • Gagging

  • Bondage with Rope

  • Bondage with Tape

  • Bondage with leather cuffs

  • Suspension

  • Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints

  What is the Submissive’s general attitude about receiving pain? Where 1 is likes intensely and 5 is dislikes intensely: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5

  How much pain does the submissive want to receive? Where 1 is none and 5 is severe: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5

  Which of the following types of pain/punishment/discipline are acceptable to the Submissive?

  • Spanking

  • Paddling

  • Whipping

  • Caning

  • Biting

  • Nipple clamps

  • Genital clamps

  • Ice

  • Hot wax

  • Other types/methods of pain

  Holy Fuck. I can’t bring myself to even consider the food list. I swallow hard, my mouth dry, and read it again.

  My head is buzzing. How can I possibly agree to all this? And apparently it’s for my benefit, to explore my sensuality, my limits – safely – oh please! I scoff angrily. Serve and obey in all things. All Things! I shake my head in disbelief. Actually, doesn’t the marriage ceremony use those words… obey? This throws me. Do couples still say that? Only three months, is that why there have been so many? He doesn’t keep them for long? Or have they had enough after three months? Every weekend? That’s too much. I’ll never see Kate or whatever friends I may make at my new job – provided I get one. Perhaps I should have one weekend a month to myself. Perhaps when I have my period, that sounds… practical. He’s my master! To be
dealt with as he pleases! Holy shit.

  I shudder at the thought of being flogged or whipped. Spanking probably wouldn’t be so bad, humiliating though. And tied up? Well he did tie my hands together. That was… well it was hot, really hot, so perhaps that won’t be so bad. He won’t loan me to another Dominant – damn right he won’t. That would be totally unacceptable. Why am I even thinking about this?

  I can’t look him in the eye. How weird is that? The only way I ever have any chance to see what he’s thinking. Actually, who am I kidding? I never know what he’s thinking, but I like looking into his eyes. He has beautiful eyes – captivating, intelligent, deep and dark, dark with dominant secrets. I recall his burning smoky gaze and press my thighs together, squirming.

  And I can’t touch him. Well, no surprise there. And these silly rules… No, no I can’t do this. I put my head in my hands. This is no way to have a relationship. I need some sleep. I’m shattered. All the physical shenanigans I’ve been engaged in over the last twenty-four hours have been, frankly, exhausting. And mentally… oh man, this is so much to take on board. As José would say, a real mind-fuck. Perhaps in the morning this might not read like a bad joke.

  I scramble up and change quickly. Perhaps I should borrow Kate’s pink flannel pajamas. I want something cuddly and reassuring around me. I head to the bathroom in my t-shirt and sleep shorts and brush my teeth.

  I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. You can’t seriously be considering this… My subconscious sounds sane and rational, not her usual snarky self. My inner goddess is jumping up and down, clapping her hands like a five-year-old. Please, let’s do this… otherwise we’ll end up alone with lots of cats and your classic novels to keep you company.

  The only man I’ve ever been attracted to, and he comes with a bloody contract, a flogger, and a whole world of issues. Well, at least I got my way this weekend. My inner goddess stops jumping and smiles serenely. Oh yes… she mouths, nodding at me smugly. I flush at the memory of his hands and his mouth on me, his body inside mine. Closing my eyes, I feel the familiar delicious pull of my muscles from deep, deep down. I want to do that again and again. Maybe if I just sign up for the sex… would he go with that? I suspect not.

  Am I submissive? Maybe I come across that way. Maybe I misled him in the interview. I’m shy, yes… but submissive? I let Kate bully me – is that the same? And those soft limits, jeez. My mind boggles, but I’m reassured that they are up for discussion.

  I wander back to my bedroom. This is too much to think about. I need a clear head – a fresh morning approach to the problem. I put the offending documents back in my satchel. Tomorrow… tomorrow is another day. Clambering into bed, I switch off the light and lie staring up at the ceiling. Oh, I wish I’d never met him. My inner goddess shakes her head at me. She and I know it’s a lie. I have never felt as alive as I do now.

  I close my eyes, and I drift into a heavy sleep with occasional dreams of four-poster beds and shackles and intense gray eyes.

  Kate wakes me the next day.

  “Ana, I’ve been calling you. You must have been out cold.”

  My eyes reluctantly open. She’s not just up – she’s been for a run. I glance at my alarm. It’s eight in the morning. Holy Moses, I’ve slept for a solid nine hours.

  “What is it?” I mumble sleepily.

  “There’s a man here with a delivery for you. You have to sign for it.”

  “What?”

  “Come on. It’s big. It looks interesting.” She hops from foot to foot excitedly and bounds back into the living area. I clamber out of bed and grab my dressing gown hanging on the back of my door. A smart young man with a ponytail is standing in our living room clasping a large box.

  “Hi,” I mumble.

  “I’ll make you some tea.” Kate scuttles off to the kitchen.

  “Miss Steele?”

  And I immediately know who the parcel is from.

  “Yes,” I answer cautiously.

  “I have a package for you here, but I have to set it up and show you how to use it.”

  “Really? At this time?”

  “Only following orders, ma’am.” He smiles in a charming but professional he’s-not-taking-any-crap way.

  Did he just call me ma’am? Have I aged ten years overnight? If I have, it’s that contract. My mouth puckers in disgust.

  “Okay, what is it?”

  “It’s a MacBook Pro.”

  “Of course it is.” I roll my eyes.

  “These aren’t available in the shops yet, ma’am; the very latest from Apple.”

  How come that does not surprise me? I sigh heavily.

  “Just set it up on the dining table over there.”

  I wander into the kitchen to join Kate.

  “What is it?” she says inquisitive, bright eyed and bushy tailed. She’s slept well, too.

  “It’s a laptop from Christian.”

  “Why’s he sent you a laptop? You know you can use mine,” she frowns.

  Not for what he has in mind.

  “Oh, it’s only on loan. He wanted me to try it out.” My excuse sounds feeble. But Kate nods her assent. Oh my… I have hoodwinked Katherine Kavanagh. A first. She hands me my tea.

  The Mac laptop is sleek and silver and rather beautiful. It has a very large screen. Christian Grey likes scale – I think of his living area, in fact, his whole apartment.

  “It’s got the latest OS and a full suite of programs, plus a one-point-five terabyte hard drive so you’ll have plenty of room, thirty-two gigs of RAM – what are you planning to use it for?

  “Uh… e-mail.”

  “E-mail!” he chokes, bemused, raising his eyebrows with a slightly sick look on his face.

  “And maybe Internet research?” I shrug apologetically.

  He sighs.

  “Well, this has full wireless N, and I’ve set it up with your Me account details. This baby is all ready to go, practically anywhere on the planet.” He looks longingly at it.

  “Me account?”

  “Your new e-mail address.”

  I have an e-mail address?

  He points to an icon on the screen and continues to talk at me but it’s like white noise. I haven’t got a clue what he’s saying, and in all honestly, I’m not interested. Just tell me how to switch it on and off – I’ll figure out the rest. After all, I’ve been using Kate’s for four years. Kate whistles, impressed when she sees it.

  “This is next-generation tech.” She raises her eyebrows at me. “Most women get flowers or maybe jewelry,” she says suggestively, trying to suppress a smile.

  I scowl at her but can’t keep a straight face. We both burst into a fit of giggles, and computer man gapes at us, bemused. He finishes up and asks me to sign the delivery note.

  As Kate shows him out, I sit with my cup of tea, open the e-mail program, and sitting there waiting for me is an e-mail from Christian. My heart leaps into my mouth. I have an e-mail from Christian Grey. Nervously, I open it.

  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Your New Computer

  Date: May 22 2011 23:15

  To: Anastasia Steele

  Dear Miss Steele

  I trust you slept well. I hope that you put this laptop to good use, as discussed.

  I look forward to dinner, Wednesday.

  Happy to answer any questions before then, via e-mail, should you so desire.

  Christian Grey

  CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

  I hit reply.

  From: Anastasia Steele

  Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

  Date: May 23 2011 08:20

  To: Christian Grey

  I slept very well thank you – for some strange reason – Sir.

  I understood that this computer was on loan, ergo not mine.

  Ana

  Almost instantaneously there is a response.

  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Your New Computer (on loan)

  Date: May 23 2011
08:22

  To: Anastasia Steele

  The computer is on loan. Indefinitely, Miss Steele.

  I note from your tone that you have read the documentation I gave you.

  Do you have any questions so far?

  Christian Grey

  CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

  I can’t help but grin.

  From: Anastasia Steele

  Subject: Enquiring Minds

  Date: May 23 2011 08:25

  To: Christian Grey

  I have many questions, but not suitable for e-mail, and some of us have to work for a living.

  I do not want or need a computer indefinitely.

  Until later, good day. Sir.

  Ana

  His reply again is instant, and it makes me smile.

  From: Christian Grey

  Subject: Your New Computer (again on loan)

  Date: May 23 2011 08:26

  To: Anastasia Steele

  Laters, baby.

  PS: I work for a living, too.

  Christian Grey

  CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

  I shut the computer down, grinning like an idiot. How can I resist playful Christian? I am going to be late for work. Well, it is my last week – Mr. and Mrs. Clayton will probably cut me some slack. I race into the shower, unable to shake my face-splitting grin. He e-mailed me. I’m like a small, giddy child. And all the contract angst fades. As I wash my hair, I try and think what I could possibly ask him via e-mail. Surely it’s better to talk these things through. Suppose someone hacked into his account? I flush at the thought. I dress quickly, shout a hasty goodbye to Kate, and I’m off to work my last week at Clayton’s.

  José phones at eleven.

  “Hey, are we doing coffee?” He sounds like the old José. José my friend, not a – what did Christian call him? Suitor. Ugh.

  “Sure. I’m at work. Can you make it here for say twelve?”

  “See you then.”

  He hangs up, and I go back to restocking the paintbrushes and thinking about Christian Grey and his contract.

  José is punctual. He comes bounding into the shop like a gamboling dark-eyed puppy.