Obediently Yours (16 page)

If yes, explain symptoms:
moodiness, bloating, cramps, headaches

M
EDICAL
T
ESTS (NOTE ANY ABNORMALITIES AND TREATMENT RECEIVED):

Mammography, Date of last test
:
Never

PAP Smear, Date of last test:
March of last year

Pelvic Exam, Date of last test:
March of last year

STDs, Date of last test:
Three years ago

Wow, that is a lot of personal information. It is as detailed as the forms I have filled out at the doctors. Silly girl, he is a doctor. That is why it is so thorough. Moving on to the next form, it says
BDSM Negotiation Form
.

D
ISCUSSION BETWEEN
D
OMINANT AND SUBMISSIVE WILL OCCUR PRIOR TO ENGAGING IN ANY SCENE.
I
NDICATE YOUR INTEREST OR DISINTEREST:

BODILY
FUNCTIONS

Bathroom permission control:
Yes

Catheterization:
Yes

Diapers (wearing):
Yes

Diapers (wetting):
Yes

Diapers (soiling):
No

Enemas (cleansing):
Yes

Enemas (punishment):
Yes, with discussion prior

Forced bedwetting:
Yes

Shaving (body hair):
Yes

NEGOTIATIONS
/
QUESTIONS
:

Receiving pain?
Yes

Amount of pain acceptable?
Mild

Acceptable if play leaves marks?
No

Anal sex?
Yes

Blindfold?
Yes

Bondage?
Yes

Butt plugs?
Yes

Gags?
Yes

Medical scene/examinations?
Yes

Nipple stimulation?
Yes

Oral sex?
Yes

Suspension?
No

Swallowing semen?
Yes

Vaginal sex?
Yes

Will you wear a collar?
Yes

Describe any phobias:
Enclosed places

Indicate chosen safe-words:
Will use traditional red, yellow, green

CONTROL
METHODS
/
PUNISHMENTS

Clamps labia/clit:
Yes

Cold shower:
No

Completing unpleasant chore:
Yes

Corner time:
Yes

Crawling:
Yes

Enemas/suppositories:
Yes

Food restrictions:
No

Grounding:
Yes

Kneeling on uncooked rice:
No

Lectures for misbehavior:
Yes

Orgasm denial/control:
Yes

Restriction of privileges:
Yes

Sending to room/isolation:
Yes

Sensory deprivation:
Yes if discussed prior

Soap in mouth:
Yes

Spanking with cane:
No
*

Spanking with hairbrush/bath brush:
Yes

Spanking with hand:
Yes

Spanking with strap/belt:
No*

Spanking over the knee:
Yes

Sleeping on the floor:
Yes

Speech restrictions:
Yes

Writing assignment, writing lines:
Yes

NOTE:
*Not until I learn more about what my pain limits are.

Out of the attached BDSM play list, indicate all activities that you absolutely do not want to engage in. This will be your list of hard limits and will be completely honored.

Bestiality; Breath control/choking; Branding/cutting; Electricity; Exhibitionism; Fisting (anal/vaginal); Gun/knife/flame play; Public play/exposure; Swapping/swinging; Video/photograph

When finished, I get up and my neck cracks from being in one position for too long. There were a few areas that are duplication. I look all of the forms over and make sure that I completed them honestly and thoroughly. Gathering the papers, I head for the living room and see Richard lying on the couch, reading a book. He looks up. “All finished?” he asks.

“Yes, these were very comprehensive. I’ve never completed something so thoroughly before. It really made me think about all of the aspects of a Dominant/submissive situation. My hand is cramped up,” I say, laughing and holding the papers up for him to see.

“Well, bring you and your hand over here so the doctor can take a look,” he says with a gleam in his eye.

I walk over to the couch, sit down next to him, and lay my right hand in both of his. He proceeds to rub and massage my hand. God, it feels good. I stand up and say, “I’ll be right back.” His hands tighten on mine.

He asks, “Where are you going?”

“I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” I say, tugging on my hand, but he won’t release it.

“Little girl, are you forgetting your rules again?” he asks sternly.

“Um…I’m not sure what you mean, Richard,” I say.

“One of your rules is that you must ask Daddy for permission to go potty,” he states firmly.

“Yeah, but that is when we are online. We are not online right now. Are you serious?” I ask, perplexed.

“Are you all right with calling each other Daddy and baby girl and following all of your current baby girl rules right now? That is not to say we won’t negotiate further, especially after looking over your forms.”

I think for a moment. “Yes, Daddy. I want to obey your rules. I am sorry I did not ask you before. May I please have permission to go potty, Daddy?” I ask, using a small, submissive voice I never knew I had.

Richard smiles warmly at me and says, “Yes, baby girl, you may go potty.” I head toward the bathroom. As I do, I think about how easy it is to fall into a baby girl headspace. I find myself wanting and craving his domination. I have an irrational and intense desire to please him. As usual, I am completely aroused.

“Here’s my girl,” he says, reaching his arms out to me when I come back. “I’ve been looking over your Medical History Form and I have some questions for you, little one. Come sit with me.” He motions me over to sit with him on the couch. “Okay, let’s start with your Lifestyle Information. I am very happy that you have never used tobacco. Occasional alcohol use is fine, but never before or during a play session. It is too dangerous. I’m aware of your daily caffeine use. Tell me exactly how much caffeine do you consume in a day?” His doctor voice is demanding.

“I have about three to four cups a day between tea and coffee. Always coffee in the morning, but I switch to tea as the day goes on,” I answer.

“That is quite a bit of caffeine every day. I would like to set a rule up around this to reduce your consumption of caffeine. This is something we will negotiate when we determine your new rules,” he says smoothly.

“Wow, I guess I never thought about you controlling that aspect of my life. I mean, the rules I have right now are fine and I can easily follow them, but this gets into territory that is very personal. I’m not sure I like the idea of you restricting my caffeine consumption,” I state, unsure.

“That is what being submissive and giving control over to another person is all about. I, as the Dominant, set the rules and you, the submissive, obey them.” His stare is hard and penetrating. “Let’s move on. We will discuss this issue more later. For now, I would like to go through these forms first, okay, baby?” His voice is like velvet. Looking down at the form again, he says, “I’m glad that you exercise several times per week; that is good. No allergies, excellent. Okay, explain the Ativan to me, please,” he inquires.

“Well, I take Ativan occasionally for anxiety. It’s not all of the time.”

“How often do you become anxious?” he asks, concerned.

“Usually during difficult times at work. More often after dealing with my mother.” I roll my eyes with this thought. “It’s a valid prescription and I only use it when I really need to,” I say in a defensive tone.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m asking more out of my concern that you have anxiety issues, not that you use medication. I do not ever want to cause you to need anti-anxiety medication when we are together. Promise me you will be open, honest, and communicate with me if ever you feel anxious,” he insists.

“Yes, I promise to talk to you. Of course,” I say soothingly. How sweet is he to be worried about my anxiety issues? God, I feel so lucky to have met him. Is he for real? I cannot help but keep asking that question over and over. If I wrote down all of the characteristics I would want for the perfect man for me, Richard would have every single one. I mentally shake my head in amazement.

“I assume the ibuprofen is for occasional pain and the vitamins are daily supplements?” he asks.

“Yes, that is exactly correct, Daddy,” I confirm.

“No surgeries ever, sweetie?” he asks.

“No, I’ve never needed surgery before. I am very healthy overall. I rarely ever get sick. Last time I went to the ER was when I was a kid. I sprained my ankle,” I say.

“Excellent. Well, not that you sprained your ankle. It makes me very happy to hear that you are healthy and well. Okay, tell me about the headaches or migraines,” he inquires.

“Well, I usually get headaches during that time of the month. It’s been a while since I had a full-blown migraine, but it does happen on occasion,” I answer.

“Okay, and the kidney problems?”

“I get kidney stones and the occasional urinary tract infection. That has been a while too.”

“Well, it will be important to keep you hydrated, especially with the history of kidney stones. Speaking of which, you have not had much to drink since this morning. Please go into the kitchen and get two bottles of water, baby girl.”

I do as he asks and return with the water. I hold out one bottle, assuming he wants one. He shakes his head and holds both hands out to me. I hand him both bottles, confused. He sets one on the coffee table and opens the other. He motions for me to sit on his lap and I do. He holds the water bottle to my lips.

Ah, now I get it. I open my lips and take the offered water. Richard is watching me so carefully. I wonder what he is thinking. After a few sips, I motion to move away.

He pulls the water bottle back and just stares at me. “Please drink some more,” he asks, motioning the bottle back to my lips. I comply and take a few more sips. “Good girl,” he says. Warm tingles flow throughout my body when he calls me a “good girl.” Again, like he can read my mind, he asks, “You like being told you are a good girl, don’t you, little one?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say demurely. Richard smiles warmly at me. “You are my good girl, Siobhan. Let’s get back to it. Tell me about your GYN problems, baby.”

“Well, the big issue there is that I get really bad cramps during my period,” I say, blushing profusely again.

“Does it embarrass you to tell me these things, baby girl?” he asks as he strokes my hair, pushing it behind my ear. That action makes me feel like a little girl.

“Yes, Daddy,” I answer.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetie. Besides being the guy who is crazy for you, I am also a doctor. I have seen and heard it all. There is nothing that should embarrass you about your body or your health. Not to mention, as we move forward with real-life age play, you will hold nothing back from me. I need to know everything about your health and medical status. I must know.” His voice is dominant and forceful as he says this. “Okay, normal menstrual cycles lasting about four to five days, that is good. You suffer from PMS, so I will need to learn your menstrual patterns so I can give you extra TLC on those days, baby.”

My heart melts at his sweet words. How is he so dominant and domineering one minute then sweet and nurturing the next? What a paradox. I love it!