Good Safe Words For Shifting Novels & Stories

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

“Stop!” “Stop doesn't mean stop.” His hand hovered, waiting. “Do you want to use your safe words, Estelle?” “No, you asshole. My safe words are Up for stop and down for continue.”” “Mmmm.” His hand descended again. “You are twenty-two tonight. That was one. Could you handle twenty-one more?” “Only one way to find out.” “You’d keep count. Forget your place and we’d start over.” His palm struck again. “Two.”

I tell him, wrapping my legs around his waist to move him closer. "With pleasure, my dear." He slides inside, and I feel a slight pain that quickly goes away. One major benefit of being a shifter is that we actually get to enjoy our first time with less pain than a human woman. He stretches my walls with his massive size, and I clench around him when he stops. The way his eyes glaze over tells me this feels as good to him as it does to me. "Alright, little doe, it's time for me to claim you. Do you want to mark me first?" He asks, adjusting slightly so he can move a little deeper. Is he getting ready to come up the back of my throat? Is that even possible?

I whispered, and it sounded like I meant don’t ruin me. He walked to me—close, but he didn’t touch yet. He stopped with the kind of precision that made my breath snag, our chests nearly brushing with each inhale. “Just to be clear: you say stop, I stop. I remove my hands. Full stop.” I nodded. “Do you want any other safewords?” “I don’t know.” “The basics: wait—if you need a pause but not an end. And slower—which is exactly what it sounds like.” “Okay.” I nodded again. “Stop. Wait. Slower.”

“Sounds serious.” “It is,” she replied severely. “As we’re your first exposure to subs and Dommes, I have decided to introduce you to some of the tools of the trade, so to speak, in order to assist you in setting your limits. So, tonight, for being a naughty brat, you get to watch and not participate.” “Oh dear,” Raven replied. “You’ll be begging by the end of it,” Shadow predicted. “The first thing is the safe word,” she stroked her hand down Shadow’s back. “A word that you will use when your utmost tolerances have been reached. We use yellow for approaching limits, and red for immediate stop.”

I tried my best to focus on Lessia who had been patiently waiting for me to explain what safe words are. Anytime you feel I am going to far and you want me to stop, say red. It's a safe word so I wouldn't get confused by you trying to tell me to stop but what I think is you telling me to go on, do you understand?" She nodded her head, with her very expressive eyes telling me more than she could say with her mouth. Her eyes seemed to scream; "I'm delicate. Please take care of me," and I couldn't help but oblige.

“Do you know what these are for?..... He asked me. I nooded, “BD’SM. I want this.” He stared at me for some seconds before he finally ordered and said “I want you to say your safe word” loud enough so we all know what it is. My lips parted immediately. “Red.” That's my safe word. Okay then if it gets too much, use it at once. If you use it twice, everything stops. Understood. “He asked.” “Yes,” I whispered. He didn't blink. “Say it.”

“Do you consent to any and all of us doing whatever comes to mind? Keeping in mind that Malachi is not--no matter how much he might try to charm you--allowed to actually fuck you.” Willow looked at Malachi, who smirked at her. Damn him, that smirk made her want to see what the fuss surrounding him was all about. “Yes,” Willow said. “I consent to all of that. I assume I’ll be able to veto something that I find uncomfortable?” “That’s what safe words are for,” Cash said. “Are you good with the traffic light system? Red means stop, yellow is slow down, and green means you’re good to go?” Willow nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. “So, uh... green?”

My fingers freeze on top of the waist band of my sweatpants. “Good girl, you can take orders.” The praise felt like a warm blanket, I smile shyly at him. “Now, tell me, what is your safe word? What word will you use if I were going over your limit?” My breath hitched, in my imaginations before him, I used all kinds of safe words, ranging from fruits to a movie I hated, to anything. “Flying.” The smile on his face tells me exactly what I needed to know, he understood my reference, and he nods.