You must address me only as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Master’.
You must never question my direction or commands.
You must never hesitate.
You must always voice your limits in a clear confident tone using verbal communication and use your safe word when you feel that you’ve reached your limit (should you not have the use of your voice there are a separate set of gestures to confirm).
He asked me to choose a safe word on the spot. That wasn’tthe easiest thing for me to choose, my head was already spinning so I just went with the first thing that came to mind.
“Crayon”
I giggled as I recalled the laugh that came from him when I said it. He didn’t argue, he just had his assistant write it down.
She was so sweet, she seemed to be used to doing these types of contracts because if she was bothered at all, she didn’t show it, not once, even when we discussed the hard limits. Since I am so inexperienced I had a really hard time deciphering what I would and wouldn’t be willing to try.
I laughed out loud when I remembered blurting out in the middle of our conference, stopping his secretary mid sentence when I shouted, “I just don’t want to be his toilet,” with an ‘ick’ face.
“So no urine, feces, or vomit.” She announced out loud as she made notes. I leaned in and whispered, “Is vomit a thing?” Shocked that this even had to be mentioned.
“Yes, it isn’t one I personally indulge in, though.” He was unfazed by my reaction to the whole thing.
I took a deep breath and released it with an audible sigh, leaning back and dropping underneath the water and bubbles.
You’ll need your strength for tonight…
Delaney
Iwoke up early so I could have more time to get ready. I had no clue what to even wear or what to expect. Dallas texted me late last night. I was quick to respond because it was one of the rules he set for me.
Good night Miss Delaney, I hope you sleep well because it will be the last time you go to bed without a soreness that consumes you in the most wonderful way.
Lacy had not been home because of her own arrangements and I was grateful. I sent her a text explaining everything briefly but I knew if she were home I’d have to talk until I was blue in the face explaining it all. I was already more nervous than I wanted to be. Staying calm is so much easier when I’m alone.
It was a few minutes after 8:00 a.m. when there was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door there was a tall, tattooed, muscular man wearing a tailored suit. He stood with his hands crossed in front ofhim.
“Miss Delaney, I’m Trevor Willams. I’m here to pick you up and escort you to Mr. Kingston’s residence.” He looked around me as if searching for something. When I realized he was looking for luggage, I pointed to the suitcase I had stashed next to the couch, along with the duffle bag I stuffed full of toiletries and personal items.
“May I?” He asked, gesturing toward the bags. I smiled and stepped aside.
“Of course, thank you so much.”
Suddenly my nerves set in and and my palms started to sweat as I stood there motionless, realizing what exactly I was about to do.
