Safeword: Rainbow (12 page)

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They hadn't talked while getting ready, and now they made small talk while they ate, avoiding the subject. Viv hated it, but she doubted that they could find a way to compromise on this one. She wasn't really willing to compromise, she would never lose herself to a 24/7 relationship. Not even one that guaranteed to stay out of anything related to work, and he'd made no promises about even that. She couldn't lose herself to someone. The idea of it wasn't so bad, the fantasy of it was quite nice. But in reality it just wasn't the way she wanted to live her life.

About half way through the meal she couldn't keep quiet any longer about it. They were both thinking about it, so they may as well talk about it. There was no one at the tables right around them; they should be able to talk without being overheard.

"Tyler, I'm not sure we're going to find our way to a compromise on this one."

He put his fork down and wiped his hands on his napkin before saying, "Maybe, but I'd like to at least try. Why don't you tell me how you thought this was going to work. That seems to be a good starting point."

"There are a bunch of ways it can work, I kind of like it best when scenes can sort-of loosely start up. One person maybe hints about it and if the other responds in the proper language then that means you are now in the scene. So, if I say "Sir?" as a question and you ignore it then it means you aren't up to it now, but if you respond back with "Yes, Viv?" in that special Dom voice of yours then at that point we are in the scene. And the same goes the other way, if you say something that you'd only say in Dom mode and I respond appropriately then that means we're in the scene. I've had some partners that wanted a more structured arrangement, so we were only in power exchange while I had a collar on. They'd come to me with a collar and I'd either submit to it or not be interested. Or, I'd walk up to him holding my collar and he'd either put it on me or not be interested. We had a variety of collars, most of them some sort of bondage collar, but some that could be worn when we went out that just looked like jewelry. One partner wanted me to be his for the entire time he took me out of town, but even then he never told me basic things like when I could brush my teeth. It was more about sex than... total ownership. The idea that I had to wake you before I could go to the bathroom last night, that was hard."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Yeah, at the same time it made me incredibly uncomfortable."

"To be honest, my idea of a relationship has always centered around total ownership, total power exchange. Someone who... someone who gave me total control of their body. To feed, to fuck, to hurt, to pleasure, to clean. Or not. Someone I could keep on a pedestal and treat like a princess, or I could knock off the pedestal and treat like a whore. With a handful of rules designed to be a constant reminder to her that I owned her. And punishments and consequences when rules weren't followed. I care about you a great deal Viv, surely we can find some middle ground? Something we can both live with?"

Still reeling from his words, all she could do was shake her head and say, "Nothing immediately comes to mind."

He closed his eyes for a second and then opened them. "Not for me, either. Let's spend the day as tourists and not stress over it. Okay? Give ourselves some time and then we can talk about it again later today."

Chapter Nine

They had a pretty enjoyable day. They went to the art museum, and to rookery bay which Viv of course loved. Anyone who saw them would have assumed they were dating. They held hands and touched each other as a couple who had been dating for a long time. They joked and laughed and touched as lovers do. They were incredibly comfortable with each other.

Tyler knew he couldn't just throw this away, but he also knew that what she'd offered wasn't good enough for him. But, at the same time, there was no way he could just say goodbye to her. He'd tried that once and it hadn't really worked for him. As they walked around an area with lots of restaurants, deciding where to eat, suddenly Viv looked at him out of the blue and said "Sir?"

He wasn't sure what to say, and then he remembered their conversation this morning. When one person questioned that way, the other could start the scene with the right kind of response."

"You want permission to speak?"

"No, Sir. Just permission to belong to you for a little while this evening."

"How will I know when the scene is over?"

"Sir, it's... it's usually over about the time I come down from floating, sometime during aftercare."

He could live with that tonight, but not long term. "Alright, that's the negotiation for tonight then. Your body will belong to me for the rest of the day, until I get you back and we have a scene tonight, and it will end at some point during aftercare. And this will extend to more than just sexual situations, correct?"

She looked down for a second and then back up, "Yes Sir."

"Very well, the bra you are wearing, which notch is it in? The tightest or loosest or middle?"

"It's in the middle spot, Sir."

"Step over here with me, I'm going to put it in the tightest notch. Don't worry, no one will realize what I'm doing. You have to trust me, Viv."

He pulled her into a public courtyard area and positioned them so no one would see them, and then he tightened it down.

"I want you uncomfortable, not in pain. If it starts hurting you are to tell me, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"We'll be going into that little Greek restaurant over there to eat, once we are seated I want you to go to the restroom and remove your panties, put them in your pocket, and then discretely give them to me when you get back to the table. Do not play with yourself and do not urinate. You must ask for permission to urinate and I haven't given you permission."

"Y-yes, Sir."

When Viv returned from the restroom he took the panties from her and put them in his pocket and then told her, "You drank sweet tea earlier so I ordered that for you. If it isn't what you want then let me know and I'll tell the waiter when he returns. Look over the menu and pick two items you like and I'll decide which of the two to order for you. You are not to speak to the waiter. I will do all of the communicating with him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

Tyler hoped he wasn't doing too much, too soon, but at the same time he needed to know if this did it for her. Because even if they weren't going to be 24/7, he'd need at least this much during their agreed-upon periods of power exchange.

When she looked up from the menu he said, "You've decided, Precious?"

"If I have to choose two, then I'd prefer either the Moussaka or the Spanakopita."

He immediately decided on the Spanakopita, but didn't let her know. He asked for special instructions for both, but only memorized what she said about the Spanakopita.

When the waiter returned he ordered her food with the special instructions, and then his own food. When the food arrived she looked at him before picking up a utensil. He picked his fork up and took a bite, and she sat with her hands in her lap.

"I am pleased Viv. You did not eat without permission. Good girl. You may use your fork to eat. If you have need of your knife please ask permission."

"Thank you, Sir."

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Viv could not believe how incredibly horny this was making her. She would not have believed it. She doubted there was another man on the planet that she'd submit to at this level, but she couldn't deny that this was doing it for her. No way would she agree to it as a 24/7 arrangement, but if they could work out some kind of compromise, then maybe they could figure out a way to make it work.

"Sir, I need to use the restroom."

"Does it hurt? Or are you just uncomfortable?"

"I just need to go Sir, so I guess it's just uncomfortable."

"I'll set my watch to vibrate in five minutes. When it goes off you may go relieve yourself."

She hadn't expected that. She'd thought it was just a matter of asking first. She hadn't considered that he might make her wait. She could wait, of course, but the idea that he was making her kind of hit her the wrong way. He must have seen the look on her face.

"Unless you see rainbows Viv. Do you see rainbows?"

She thought about it. Really thought about it. And started to say yes, but then realized how horny she was, realized this was turning her on, and shook her head no as she said, "No, Sir."

He lowered his voice and said in his no-nonsense-Dom-voice, "You give me that look again when I deny something and you'll be punished. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay then, let's talk. Respectfully tell me why you gave me that look."

"Because Sir, going to the bathroom, that's like, a basic need. I got used to the idea that I might have to ask permission last night when I was tied to the bed, but I'd never considered that it might be denied. It was a bit of a shock. Sir."

"You told me your body belonged to me tonight. That I get to make decisions about it, right?"

"Yes, Sir. I just... I guess I hadn't considered how far this might go."

"Look at me and tell me the truth. Does the idea turn you on?"

She thought of the best way to answer that, and finally came up with, "No, the idea doesn't turn me on. Not at all. And yet, here I sit, so horny I can't stand myself. I'm a pretty big contradiction right now, Sir."

He smiled at her. "I like that you can be so honest with yourself and with me. That can't have been easy to admit. Thank you."

When she saw him fiddling with his watch a little later she looked at him for permission and he nodded his head, so she got up and went to the restroom. She returned and sat down and he leaned forward and softly said, "And now you say, 'Thank you Sir, for allowing me to empty my bladder'."

Damn this was hard, "Thank you Sir, for allowing me to empty my bladder."

"Did that turn you on? Was it hard to say?"

"Yes, Sir. To both questions."

"It's time for me to give you some of my rules, Precious. As you already know, I will control when you empty your bladder. The proper terminology to let me know when you need to do so will be "Sir, I need to empty my bladder." You are not asking to empty it; you are only notifying me of the need to do so. I will then either allow it or deny it, and sometimes I will give you a time frame. You are never to allow me to take you to the point of severe pain, that can lead to bladder infections and we don't want that, so if it hurts bad, tell me about your rainbows. Think of it as if you were on the interstate in your car and ten minutes away from home: If it hurts bad enough that you would pull off to go to the restroom then I expect you to safeword. If it's a level that would keep you in the car another ten minutes until you could get home, then I expect you to be able to wait."

He paused while the waiter came by to check on them and then continued when the waiter was gone. "If we are around people then you will use your best judgment, if you can wait then you must wait until you can draw me away from them to let me know of your need. If you are in pain then you'll need to go and then let me know as soon as you discretely can. I will never deny your bowel functions, though you will need to let me know when you are going to the bathroom. The proper terminology is "Sir, I'm going to the restroom now." Again, if people are around then you'll let me know when you can. Are these rules clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you will always thank me for allowing you to empty your bladder when you return. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You've already figured out that you do not eat until given permission, and that I may deny you the ability to feed yourself. Correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"When we are alone somewhere you will be naked at all times. If it is cold then you may respectfully tell me you are cold and I may allow you to wear a robe, but it will have easy access to your breasts and genitals for me, if it is allowed. You are precious, I won't allow you to be cold, but I may have another solution other than a robe. Let me know you are cold, don't ask for the robe."

"I understand, Sir."

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As they walked back to the hotel room after dinner Tyler thought about how he wanted the evening to go. He needed to be hard on her, but he also wanted to give her some mind blowing orgasms this evening. He didn't want it to be too much about pain, her ass would still be sore from last night's belting. He could flog her shoulders some, though. He thought that the ownership thing was turning her on, and he wanted to keep up with that a bit, too.

As they walked into the suite he made a point of looking at her and looking at his watch. She just stopped and looked at him. After about ten seconds she said, "Sir, is there something you want me to do?"

"Are we alone?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Is there a rule that involves us being alone?"

She thought for a moment, and then her eyes got big, "Yes, Sir, I should remove my clothes".

"Yes, you should. Please leave your sandals on though, I kind of like them."

"Um, Sir? I am going to use the restroom." He saw that her face was bright red. Good.

"Very well. When you are done I'd like for you to remove your sandals and get in the shower and clean your ass with soap and water, then dry off, replace the sandals, and bring me some gloves and the lube. Oh, and the large plug, the remote for it, and a clean hand towel from the bathroom. You'll find the toys in the bag beside the bed."

Tyler flipped the TV on and didn't look up or respond when she said "Yes, Sir" and left the room. She came into the room about ten minutes later with the items he'd told her to bring. He was sitting in the middle of the sofa, fully clothed. "Sit beside me and put a glove on my right hand, please."

Watching her put the glove on his hand was beyond sexy.

"Very good, now the lube, lube my fingers please, all four of them."

He was getting so hard watching her do this. He could tell the idea of preparing him to violate her was turning her on at the same time she hated it.