be roles played only in their bedroom. For others it touches every aspect of their lives. And some move into Master/slave agreements.”
“In the books I’ve read and the information I’ve found on the internet they all seem to have different definitions. I wasn’t even sure if I should call you Master.”
“I like when you call me Master. To me the term denotes a committed relationship. I belong to you as your Master and you belong to me as my submissive. To my way of thinking, Sir is more appropriate for partners before they’ve made a commitment to each other.”
Laura nodded. “So even subs call their Doms Master?”
“Yes, some do. Again, Laura, there aren’t any hard and fast rules, except inside clubs. There, members are expected to follow a certain code of conduct. That doesn’t mean members follow those same guidelines outside the club, though. For example, at DiscipliNation all Doms should be addressed as Sir or Mistress. Masters are denoted by a black armband. A Dom gains Master’s rights by successfully completing the training requirements. Doms wearing a black armband are addressed as Master and their first name by submissives. It’s just a show of respect. Doms are not allowed to speak to a collared sub without their Dom’s permission. Again, it’s a show of respect.”
“Do you have Master’s rights at DiscipliNation?”
“Yes. I developed the courses with the help of Masters who have lived the lifestyle for many years. Sometimes an outside party can recognize the pitfalls easier than someone who has been practicing safely for many years. After talking to the managers of the clubs, I realized that safety becomes so engrained in those immersed in the lifestyle, they find it hard to consider a newbie might try something stupid out of ignorance. It’s one of the reasons André demands all new members go through a training class.”
He didn’t want to talk about the clubs. If Laura was willing to discuss the possibility of accepting his collar, he didn’t want their discussion to get off track. “What about a twenty-four seven D/s relationship bothers you?”
Laura was silent for so long, Nick feared she wasn’t going to answer. “Maybe I don’t understand what you mean by twenty-four seven. In my mind, I would be submissive to you in all aspects of life. I can’t do that. The very idea of giving up control over what I wear to work or what I eat or asking permission to use the restroom scares the crap out of me. I’m sorry, Nick. I just can’t do that.”
Nick rubbed her back and rested his chin on the top of her head. She was describing a slave. They were closer to an agreement than he’d thought. Hope was beginning to grow, just barely more than a seed, but it scared him. If he allowed hope to live and thrive he’d be even more vulnerable.
Damn it. It was too late. Hope had taken root. He prayed Laura wouldn’t rip it out.
“What you’re describing sounds like a strict Master/slave arrangement. I don’t want that type of control over you. Did you mind when I told you what to wear during our weekend getaway?”
“No. That was different. I wasn’t going to work or to a professional function. When we went out to dinner with André, you told me to wear the clamp, but you didn’t choose my clothes.”
“Your clothes are important to you, Laura. You always look lovely. Immaculate really. I wouldn’t dream of taking that away from you. I want our D/s to enhance your life, not detract from it.”
“I guess I don’t understand what you want.”
“I want your submission.” He spoke softly, afraid to break the moment. Laura was talking to him, discussing the possibility of a twenty-four seven, collared, D/s relationship. He had to be honest, but he was so afraid of saying the wrong thing. “We can negotiate what that means to us.”
“The collar locks in place using a special tool. Would I wear it all the time? Even to work?” He knew she was using her professional
“In the books I’ve read and the information I’ve found on the internet they all seem to have different definitions. I wasn’t even sure if I should call you Master.”
“I like when you call me Master. To me the term denotes a committed relationship. I belong to you as your Master and you belong to me as my submissive. To my way of thinking, Sir is more appropriate for partners before they’ve made a commitment to each other.”
Laura nodded. “So even subs call their Doms Master?”
“Yes, some do. Again, Laura, there aren’t any hard and fast rules, except inside clubs. There, members are expected to follow a certain code of conduct. That doesn’t mean members follow those same guidelines outside the club, though. For example, at DiscipliNation all Doms should be addressed as Sir or Mistress. Masters are denoted by a black armband. A Dom gains Master’s rights by successfully completing the training requirements. Doms wearing a black armband are addressed as Master and their first name by submissives. It’s just a show of respect. Doms are not allowed to speak to a collared sub without their Dom’s permission. Again, it’s a show of respect.”
“Do you have Master’s rights at DiscipliNation?”
“Yes. I developed the courses with the help of Masters who have lived the lifestyle for many years. Sometimes an outside party can recognize the pitfalls easier than someone who has been practicing safely for many years. After talking to the managers of the clubs, I realized that safety becomes so engrained in those immersed in the lifestyle, they find it hard to consider a newbie might try something stupid out of ignorance. It’s one of the reasons André demands all new members go through a training class.”
He didn’t want to talk about the clubs. If Laura was willing to discuss the possibility of accepting his collar, he didn’t want their discussion to get off track. “What about a twenty-four seven D/s relationship bothers you?”
Laura was silent for so long, Nick feared she wasn’t going to answer. “Maybe I don’t understand what you mean by twenty-four seven. In my mind, I would be submissive to you in all aspects of life. I can’t do that. The very idea of giving up control over what I wear to work or what I eat or asking permission to use the restroom scares the crap out of me. I’m sorry, Nick. I just can’t do that.”
Nick rubbed her back and rested his chin on the top of her head. She was describing a slave. They were closer to an agreement than he’d thought. Hope was beginning to grow, just barely more than a seed, but it scared him. If he allowed hope to live and thrive he’d be even more vulnerable.
Damn it. It was too late. Hope had taken root. He prayed Laura wouldn’t rip it out.
“What you’re describing sounds like a strict Master/slave arrangement. I don’t want that type of control over you. Did you mind when I told you what to wear during our weekend getaway?”
“No. That was different. I wasn’t going to work or to a professional function. When we went out to dinner with André, you told me to wear the clamp, but you didn’t choose my clothes.”
“Your clothes are important to you, Laura. You always look lovely. Immaculate really. I wouldn’t dream of taking that away from you. I want our D/s to enhance your life, not detract from it.”
“I guess I don’t understand what you want.”
“I want your submission.” He spoke softly, afraid to break the moment. Laura was talking to him, discussing the possibility of a twenty-four seven, collared, D/s relationship. He had to be honest, but he was so afraid of saying the wrong thing. “We can negotiate what that means to us.”
“The collar locks in place using a special tool. Would I wear it all the time? Even to work?” He knew she was using her professional
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