When Carter arrives at our room after his last class, he lets himself in and is pleased to see me naked and tethered. He walks over to me, where I’m sitting on my bed studying, and ruffles my hair.
“Good boy. Let’s get ready to go. Shorts and T-shirt. Commando.”
I don’t know if that means I can relax a little, or if it means I’ll be stripped and played with once we reach Susa’s.
I guess it doesn’t matter either way. The ice has definitely been broken, Susa’s on-board with this, and…
I guess there really isn’t an “and” to add to that.
This isit.
I’m still terrified. I’m worried I’ll disappoint her, or him, or…something.
This being a functional adult shit is hard.
Reallyhard.
I’ve put the toy in my backpack, per Carter’s orders.
Along with my leather cuffs, collar, the leash, and a couple of other items he specifies before we leave.
And, of course, our laundry.
We ride over to Susa’s together with Carter driving the Snot Box. I’m glad we’re not driving separately today. I feel…
I don’t have words to describe it.
On the way there, Carter breaks the quiet. “Are you all right, boy?”
“Yes, Sir. Nervous.”
“You should be nervous. I’d worry if you weren’t. That’s a normal reaction.”
“Then I’m all sorts of normal, Sir.”
He chuckles. “Hopefully nottoonormal.” He glances at me, a smile on his face, but I can’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses.
“I suppose not.”
“Also, I want to give you advance notice. Not this weekend, but sometime next week, there will likely be a couple of days where I ask you to go home early so Susa and I can speak alone. I hope that’s okay.”
My pulse rabbits, because old habits die hard. “Speak alone about what, Sir?”
“About you, and this. I need to know she has your best interests at heart. I mean, I’m sure she does, but I want some time to discuss things with her, things you and I have talked about. And I need to have some heart-to-heart conversations with her, too. Nothing bad. Is that all right?”
“I don’t understand the question, Sir.”
We roll up to a red light and Carter looks at me after we come to a stop. “Owen, I’m asking if you’re okay with me having some alone time with her. Talking with her about things we’ve talked about, among other things.”
“You’reaskingme, Sir?”
“Carter and Owen time. Yes, I’m asking you.”
I think about it. “As long as she promises to keep things private, then yes, Sir.”
He smirks when I use the title, but I can’t help it. It feels normal,naturalto call him that now.
Iprefercalling him that, even after such a short time. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t, and I’m not allowed to lie.
