Just Us

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 29- The Art of Communication

© L 2025

'Why are you going to see Dan on Wednesday'?, I ask as the movie Monsters Inc finishes. 'Well, he owns the building that his club is in, business is doing well. It used to be a warehouse and it has a huge upstairs space that he currently just uses for storage. I've been up a couple of times, from what I remember it has exposed beams, he wants some advise about turning it into another play room, but an exclusive one. As Dan once again fills our conversation, I think back to finishing my assignment, and the last play date I ever had with him...

When you finish reading my assignment, we agree I've done enough today, you say you're working from home tomorrow, but have an easy day, so will be around all day to help me finish. Then, before you can stop yourself, without thinking you blurt out, 'want to be my little girl tonight'? Even you're shocked you said it, I look at you. I've no idea what kind of expression is on my face, I'm screaming inside- yes, yes, fuck yes I do! 'I'm sorry', you say gesturing for me to stand. 'That was inappropriate, I just got this feeling from you, like you could slip easily into little space', you stand and head out the door, ordering me to make the amendments before finishing, and with that you shut my bedroom door. I stood there stunned, my mind thinking so many different things. Do I answer? Do I go after you? But, ultimately, I knew moving in with you would have it's awkward moments. Still, I hadn't signed our play contract, and to be honest it was difficult turning my little side on and off, just for a few hours to spend with you, when we arranged a play session. This felt more natural, more me. You also weren't wrong, I could easily tip into little space right now, how did you know?

I sat at my laptop, I made the changes quickly and then I dressed. But, not in my adult clothes. Your house was warm, so I put on my yellow care bear dress and nervously went to find you. Little space wasn't sexual so we wouldn't be having sex, but having you hold me right now I wanted more than anything. You were downstairs just tidying up the kitchen, when you saw me walk in clearly nervous, clearly wearing the little dress I sometimes wore, you smiled and rushed to me, hugging me. 'Is this okay Sir', I said nervously. 'It's always okay princess, and it's Daddy not Sir'. We slipped into our DDlg dynamic easily, too easily. How neither of us realised how we felt about each other we will never know. We spent the rest of the night, cuddled up on your sofa. We watched two Disney films, Frozen as you had never seen it, and Encanto because it had just become available on the Disney channel. At the end of the night you asked if you could put me to bed. I initially stated it was too early for bed it had only just gone 10pm, but you told me in a firm voice that little girls don't go to bed the same time as adults, my heart was in heaven, I loved you being my Daddy! Plus I was shattered, so I didn't protest. After I changed, you put me to bed and tucked me in. As you went to shut the door to my bedroom, I asked you to keep it open. Little me didn't like the dark, and I wanted to be able to hear you, as you left me you made a mental note to buy a suitable night light for my room.

I want to say on Monday we returned to normal, but right now we didn't have a normal, and it was unsettling for both of us. However, we both suppressed our feelings, and I finished my assignment at 10pm that night. All our uni work was submitted online, so I did it then and there with you watching. We celebrated with a small glass of wine, as my phone pinged messages from my uni friends, all saying they had submitted theirs too. The best thing was, I was no longer calling you Sir, I could finally settle living here. I loved the dynamic over the last week, but you didn't want me, not in that way, and your friendship was far too important. Besides I had a wonderful play session with Dan to look forward to tomorrow.

The next day you were up early, you were heading into your office. First thing that morning the clients you pitched to last week wanted another meeting, it was a good sign and a welcome distraction knowing what I would be doing with Dan. Once you left, I headed to the bathroom, I cleaned, shaved, waxed, I wanted to be completely ready for whatever delights Dan had in store. I headed into town an hour early. I had on underwear, heals, and I put on over the top a dress I could easily remove in the car before I was due to meet Dan. I bought some fresh groceries, took a look around Lush and bought three bath bombs and some lavender salt, hoping I would need it later to soothe my aching body. With five minutes to spare I knocked on the back door of his club.

As soon as Dan opened the door he smiled, I was on time, dressed as ordered. We headed to the lounge and he pulled me onto his lap on the biggest sofa. 'Any preference on play today slut', I could already feel his cock getting hard. 'No preference Sir', I answered seductively. He grinned 'you want pain, and we can include your soft limits, right'?. 'Yes Sir', I said not hesitating. If Dan feels even the most remote hesitation he won't play, or certainly not to extreme. He beckoned me to bend over his lap, just a warm up, this was going to last hours. He playfully spanked me, his hand, then a nice leather paddle. Then he asked if I was ready for his cane. I said 'yes Sir' and he ordered me to follow him, crawling on all fours.

Ten minutes later Dan stormed out his dungeon room angry, really pissed, he had to get away from me.

After taking me in, tying me up, starting to use the cane he mentioned that you were in his club a few days before and I snapped. 'Why do I give a flying fuck what he does'? Dan was shocked, it was a passing comment, one quite sure he had made before. I hadn't called him Sir, I had sworn at him. He bought the cane down viciously hard across the top of my legs behind me, an instant red welt appeared and I screamed in genuine agony, but it was what I said next that made him leave, 'why the fuck are you hitting me like a girl', I said as tears rolled freely down my face. This wasn’t me being a brat, Dan didn't know what it was, but it was dangerous. This was his living, it was definitely the hardest he had ever caned me by a long way, probably one of the hardest he had ever struck a submissive and that was my response? After five minutes Dan came back in, he didn't look at me, didn't acknowledge me. He untied me and ordered me to follow him. I was genuinely terrified, I had a problem with you, not Dan. Fuck I had no idea what he was going to do to me after my insolent outburst. In the lounge he ordered me to sit on one of the sofas, and I did. He bought a chair over and sat facing me. 'Dan, Sir, I'm sorry', I whimpered. Still angry, but now in control Dan said, 'oh you will be, but right now what just happened is irrelevant. What's wrong'? I tried to say nothing was wrong, but between me allowing my soft limits, snapping when he mentioned you, and then telling him he hit like a girl, I really wasn't fooling him. I burst into tears, and for the second time in three days, Dan got a second helping to our story, only this was my perspective, I was falling for you, but you didn’t want that kind of relationship. When I finished Dan stood shaking his head, 'stay there, don't fucking move'. He walked away muttering, 'I feel like I'm in high school all over again'.

Going into his office he called you, 'J, any chance, you can head to my club, now'? You were perplexed, Dan wouldn't tell you why, only that it was urgent. You knew I was meeting him, had something happened? You told Dan you would be able to leave in ten minutes, and it wouldn't take you long to get there. Dan made me a cup of tea and brought it out to me, I didn’t even know he had a kettle in his club. He asked me if I had a dress in my bag and I told him I did. He ordered me to put it on, and I did immediately, then he left me again, but this time to tidy up his dungeon. Well that was the end of our play session, I had probably just put a stop to us playing altogether I thought. A knock on the back door a little while later saw Dan emerge, answer it, and as he came back into the lounge you were following him. Fuck, what were you doing here? You were the last person I wanted to see! 'You told J what I did'? I said to Dan anger building back up. You looked at me, and then to Dan, I was clearly fine, what was going on? What had I done? Looking at us both equally annoyed and frustrated, Dan turned to me 'cut the attitude now! You two need to talk', with that he returned to the dungeon room to finish.

You came over to me, it was clear I had been crying, you looked worried and confused. You also looked hot as hell in your business suit. I tried to brush off I was fine, and I was honestly just as confused as to why Dan had asked you to the club. 'Well can you at least tell me what you did'? You said, just then, clearly aware of our conversation Dan emerged yet again. 'Seriously, for two intelligent adults, you're both as dumb as each other! You've both told me over the last few days you like each other, both thinking that's not what the other are looking for. Do me a favour, start communicating. Something you probably should have done before you decided to move in together'! With that Dan headed to his office. You turned to look at me, I could always read your face, your thoughts, but now I had no idea what you were thinking or feeling. It was only seconds of silence as we both sat digesting Dan’s words. Though it seemed like an eternity, but, eventually, you brought your thoughts somewhat into focus. 'Talk to me, that's an order', you said regaining your dominant composure, and I did. I had no resistance left in me to keep how I really felt about you suppressed. The confused feelings, how I felt, how I hated you playing with other girls. That I had loved the last few days, following your orders, it all came tumbling out my mouth, in one incoherent mess. But, it didn't need to make sense, we just needed to communicate. Thirty minutes later and you knocked on Dan’s door, you apologised, and thanked him.

You were beyond frustrated you had to get back to work. He asked you what we had decided. You told him after talking we agreed it would be almost impossible for us to navigate our way through any kind of exclusive relationship or dynamic, but, we were both up for the challenge, and wanted to try. We had a lot more to discuss, but for the moment, we had agreed to stop playing with others.

Just then I walked into Dan’s office too. I apologised for my outburst, and Dan commented that had I been anyone else I would have been banned. But, if we were talking, if we were happy, that was good enough. He also commented that he never let a submissive get away with saying what I had, and only because he knew us both well was he making a one time exception. He did however joke that if I ever told anyone what I had gotten away with, he would publicly flog me in front of everyone in his club, and I promised I wouldn't. To this day I have kept that promise, not even J knows what I said.

We spend the rest of Sunday afternoon in the fort, talking, playing with my toys. The My Little Ponies loved the castle we built, and I asked you if you would help move it up to my bedroom, without it breaking apart. We watched The Bee Movie, and then it came time to say goodbye to our safe cocoon. Tidying away my toys back into the boxes, piling up all the cushions, putting the sofa back. I pulled the sheets off the rope. We ordered Chinese, and watched Jurassic World while we ate it. The perfect end to a perfect weekend.

END OF PART 3

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 28- Dan and his BDSM club

© L 2025

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Firstly my apologies for not uploading yesterday, some personal bad news took priority, but I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.

I also know that I am not going to be available on Wednesday this week, so rather than only share one chapter until next Sunday, I'm still sharing 2, it's just both chapters 27 and 28 are being released today. Happy reading x

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It's Sunday morning and I wake before you. I get up out the fort and put the kettle on, put bread in the toaster, you wake and get up as the kettle flicks off. 'Want Daddy to do that for you princess'? You say sleepily, walking into the kitchen. I say yes, and suggest you make coffee, while I make toast. Just then your phone rings, it's Dan so you answer it. You chat while you make yourself a coffee, and fill my sippy cup with orange juice. I hear one half of a conversation that doesn't make a lot of sense. But ultimately you tell him you will call round to see him on Wednesday in your lunch break. Dan has always been a good friend to us both, but none more so than when he helped us both realise how we felt about each other...

As I head back up to my room to work on my assignment, I push anything you may be about to do out my mind, I had to focus! In fact I promised myself as a small reward, if in the next 90 minutes I had written over half of the writing I planned that morning I would text Dan on my break to see if he would be free at any point on Tuesday. He enjoyed a good exchange of flirtatious texts, it would be welcome, so I had to get on. You saw me head upstairs with vigour in my step, you were proud of me, and of yourself, you had clearly ignited a passion in me, or so you thought. Pulling out your phone you text your other main play partner. A bottom, a couple of years older than you, she was a pain slut, and right now that's what you needed. She told you it was a bit short notice but she was free. However, you couldn't go to her home, her teenage son was home. She suggested yours, but you made an excuse, you weren't really sure why you didn’t just tell her the truth, either way you knew you didn't want her coming to your house. But, you needed to play, to hurt her, to fuck her, and then treat her to lunch as part of her aftercare.

Not giving up you took out your phone and texted Dan. He would let you use his club for a fraction of the price he usually charged if it was free. He picked up straight away, without going into detail you asked if he had a spare room now? It wasn't often you arranged a spare of the moment play session, but he wasn't one to pry. He told you that he had hosted a successful play event last night. So most rooms were being deep cleaned today. However, 'The Cellar' hadn't been used, so it was yours along as you and whoever was joining you were ok with him being around. She didn’t have a problem with it, and very soon you were shutting the heavy door to Dan’s BDSM cellar room. Overall his club is soundproof to passers-by on the street. However, inside, you can hear the grunting, groans and cries from various rooms. It didn't take Dan long to hear the crack of some kind of leather strap, followed by, moans, cries and screams from the woman on the receiving end. But, like any professional in any line of work, he just carried on with his day. An hour later and Dan's phone pinged, it was me.

'Good morning Sir, I hope you are well. I was hoping you might be free on Tuesday'? I always had to start my messages to him politely, or he simply wouldn't answer, plus it was only courteous.

'Well, well my little submissive, horny?

'Oh, most definitely Sir, but I have a uni assignment to work on. It's due in on Tuesday morning, so I'm free to play after that, at any time. I promise I will make it worth it'.

'Hmm! Be careful what you promise little one', Dan replied.

'Oh I am fully aware Sir, and I'm telling you, you can even bring in my soft limits'. This text definitely grabbed his attention!

'So I can torture your nipples, cane your backside, and use you as a human sex doll'? Dan said, remembering every hard and soft limit I have.

'Well, you know my limits, you know my pain threshold. I'm not coming if you're not going to hurt me, fuck me and use me'.

'My, you sure you're not giving me an order'?

Ok, too much, back peddling slightly I text, 'No Sir, you are of course free to use me anyway you wish'.

Dan smiled and replied '11.30am. Come wearing nothing but heals, underwear, and a coat with your hair up. Knock on the back door, I'll be waiting. If you're even a minute late you will pay dearly'.

As Dan refilled another 'help yourself bowl' with more condoms, he became aware that he had heard non stop crying since you went into his cellar. He knew you were a sadist, just like himself, but you weren't the most extreme Dom to come to his club. Ten minutes later you and your play partner emerged. You were holding her hand, set her down on one of the dark red leather seats in the clubs lounge area and you went behind the bar to get you both a drink. Dan made an excuse and joined you behind the bar, asking if everything was okay. One look at you and Dan knew you weren't, but he also knew you took aftercare seriously. 'I'm here all day, come back later'. Is all he said as he put a hand on your shoulder. You took the lady you had just been playing with into the tropical bathroom. When you were both ready you left, and you took her out for lunch, and ensured she got home safely. You wanted to head home to me, but if there was one Dom you yourself never disobeyed it was Dan.

All too soon, you were back in his club, sitting at his bar, and he was getting you a drink. 'Friend talk to me', he said handing you a whisky. You initially said you didn't know what he was talking about, but it didn't take Dan long to crack you. Within a few minutes you poured out everything that had happened over the last week. You previously offering me your spare room, me becoming homeless, you insisting I take your room, our lunch, my uni assignment, and how you were falling for me when I had always been clear I wanted nothing more.

Dan listened, offered sensible advise, most of which you gave excuses as to why you couldn't do a particular suggestion. Dan also told you I had messaged him earlier asking if he was free on Tuesday. It crushed you, nothing felt worse, but you knew I played with others including Dan, and Dan pointed out, you had just used his club. The only advise he could give you was that you needed to talk to me.

Eventually you left and came home, I had finished what we agreed I should have worked on this morning hours ago. Feeling the end in sight, and having no clue when you would be home. I was now finishing writing my summary, and when I heard you come through the front door in the late afternoon I flew downstairs. I really had missed you. I was eager to show you what I had been working on, and pulling your hand I led you to my room. The rest of my room was unpacked, my assignment was almost finished. You were proud, really proud. I asked if you would read my assignment while I bathed and changed, you agreed and headed to my door, but I said you could read it on my laptop in my room. I undressed behind you, you couldn't see, and you resisted the urge to turn and watch, much to my disappointment. I slipped on my bath robe and grabbing my towel I headed for the bathroom. I ran myself a bath, with bubbles, music, I was in heaven. One day to make amendments, do the bibliography, and add one appendix.

While I was in the bathroom you read my assignment, it was good. You highlighted an area that saw my argument go off topic, that could be taken out, or at least condensed. You rewrote the introduction but typed in a different colour so it was clear. Then I could read your suggestion, and decide if I wanted to use it, or not. It was really good, if I could nail the conclusion I'd be on for a distinction, of that you had no doubt. I came out the bathroom, my hair wet and cascading down my shoulders, my bathrobe was short, I smelled of luxury spa body wash. You turned in your chair and looked at me. You may have only fucked hours ago, but you wanted me, to pull me onto your lap, I saw you turn and hesitate, 'is everything okay Sir'?

You imagined taking my hand, taking me not to your playroom, to your bedroom, pushing me down onto your bed, on my back, ordering me to spread my lips for you, as you sunk your hard cock into me with force so that I moaned in pleasure and pain. 'Sir'? I say again, unsure why you haven't responded. You come back to reality, realising you've been staring into space, you clear your throat, say sorry, and motion for me to come to you so you can show me my assignment. I do, and as I stand next to you, you guide my hips onto your lap. You talk me through my assignment, and without realising, start rubbing my back. Fuck it felt so nice, I didn't even want to fuck you, I just wanted you to hold me.

As we spend yet another Sunday morning as Daddy and little, you finish brushing my hair and turn me to face you. You practically have tears in your eyes. I have loved reminiscing about how we got together, but I had also forgotten the hurt we both felt. Neither of us meant to cause the other pain. But, we both agree as you turn on the TV to select the next movie we will watch, that we learned quickly, just how important it was to communicate with each other. With that you press play on one of my favourite Disney films Monsters Inc.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 27- Assignment

© L 2025

As we build the castle, and I repeatedly tell you what to do, we continue our conversation, laughing, smiling, and both equally enjoying ourselves, as we continue to reminisce...

Downstairs, you asked me how I was feeling as you split the sandwiches you had made for my first official lunch as your tenant onto two plates. A bit better I said, but I was now really starting to panic. My assignment wasn't ready, I didn’t have enough time to finish it and I may have lost the whole thing. 'I hope you don't mind but I took a look at it while you were sleeping', you say gesturing to my laptop. 'I got it working, and I've added you to my cloud'. I look at you so relived but puzzled, yes I'm not completely stupid, I know what the cloud is, but technology wasn't my strongest subject. You open my laptop and show me, you tell me to bring up my assignment, and once I have you show me how to save it onto the cloud. You explain that my laptop is old, has seen better days and that if it stops working and I save my work to the cloud, it's not lost. Telling me to follow you, we head back upstairs into your office and you open your personal laptop. You bring up the cloud, my own personal file and there is my assignment.

You see me visibility relax and then you stand, I'm perched on the corner of your desk. You stand so close to me that your right leg pushes between my thighs, you grab my waist. Looking at me you say forcefully 'if you let me, I will guide you to complete your assignment on time'. I'm not sure if you had asked me my name I would have been able to answer you in that moment. This was the dominant in you wanting the best for me. It wasn't you wanting to play, to fuck me. I'm not even sure I was sexually aroused, but my mind was aching to submit to you, and to be honest, if it got my assignment finished then why would I say no. 'I would love your help J', I whispered looking down, in these moments I never felt worthy enough to look at you. With your finger under my chin, you lifted my eyes back to yours, 'if we do this, it's not J, it's Sir. You will do as I order, and I will punish you immediately if you don't. No sex, you haven't signed our latest contract. Call this what you want, but I am doing this to help you'. 'Thank you Sir', I said feeling more relaxed and optimistic than I had done in days.

You took my hand and ordered me to follow you. We go into my bedroom. When you fetched my laptop you decided to organise my moving boxes. Each was open, you promised me you hadn't gone through them, apart from the two I had ripped apart and scattered the contents over the floor, which were now in a neat pile on my bed. You told me you wanted me to unpack, yes I had to get on with my assignment, but I wouldn't be productive working in a room surrounded by chaos. You suggested I do most of it, I didn’t have have to finish completely, but at least put away my clothes, unpack the box that was clearly labelled 'Uni Stuff', given I would likely need things from it. I should arrange my desk then I was to come and find you. You added you would be inspecting what I'd done, and if it was clear I had sat on my bed playing on my phone for the majority of the time, I would be punished. Then you left momentarily and returned with your tawse telling me this toy, that you knew I didn’t enjoy, would be delivering any punishment I received. You were being serious, I think I knew before seeing it you were, but seeing the tawse in your hand made it much more real. 'Yes Sir, I understand'. You beckoned me to join you for lunch, so you knew I had eaten.

After lunch I hurried to my bedroom, you had made it clear it wouldn't take me long to get organised, and you were right. You were very insistent when it came to time keeping, something I was the complete opposite of, in fact it was the one thing that made me think we would not be right in any dynamic other than Top/bottom. I quickly put my clothes away, but not just haphazardly, I put thought into it. Jumpers on one shelf, t- shirts on another. I hung up my uniform and my shirts, trousers and dresses I wore to work all together, then my more regular clothes next to them. I had a couple of DDlg outfits I wore if we ever spent time together in little space. I also had my own kinky toys. I left all these including the outfits in a box together. I hadn't decided what I would do with everything yet. Soon enough my bedroom was finished, I couldn't help but smile, I wasn't sure this would feel like my bedroom, living in someone else's house, but it really did. I even made the bed and put the Sherpa blanket back over the end.

I came to find you, you were back at work but you left your office door open. 'Ready', you said smiling, and I said 'yes, Sir'. God, how that felt so natural. You walked into my room, told me to stand by the wall and did a quick inspection. You were pleased, my desk was set up, I had even turned my laptop on and had my assignment open. 'Right', you said turning to me, 'I want a list'. You ordered me to read my assignment through, then on a piece of paper write the title of the assignment, followed by a summary of what I had written so far in no more than three paragraphs. Then you wanted me to make two lists, one that had everything in it I still needed to include in the assignment itself, including a summary and conclusion, alongside any other texts we might have been told to include I hadn't already. Then I needed to make another list of everything else the assignment needed, a title page, bibliography, any indexes I might refer to.

‘Isn't that just wasting time', I said slightly frustrated, and definitely (as usual), without thinking. Your head snapped in my direction, looking displeased, 'turn and face the wall', you barked, and you left and returned with your tawse. I couldn't believe I had just said that, I knew you knew what you were doing, why question you? You pulled down my lounge pants and thwack, the tawse landed straight across my ass cheeks, six times in quick succession, as I whimpered after each one. 'Do you want my help'? You asked unamused, 'yes Sir', I answered. 'Then don't question me again, don't speak without calling me Sir. Each time I punish you, these strikes double, 6,12, 24, 48. 12 will be bad enough. If you aren’t sure why I'm asking you to do something, talk to me, ask me. This will only work if we communicate, just like we do when we play'. Dam, you were right, 'i'm sorry Sir', I said apologetically.

‘The reason, if you need one, as to why I am asking you to do this. Is because firstly, by your own admittance, you have stopped and started writing this. If you want that distinction it needs to flow. If you want my help I need to know what the hell it is you're writing about. This summary helps us both. The lists are needed for you to focus and get it finished on time. Do either of those sound unreasonable'? I hated being told off by you, I felt completely chastised, and ashamed I questioned you. 'No they don't, I'm sorry Sir'. You pulled up my trousers, and leaving you told me to get to work, you wanted me to try and finish this in the next hour. With that you left, heading back to your office. I sat down on my desk chair, my bottom a little sore and tingling, you didn't hold back on the six strikes that was for sure, did I just get the good old fashioned English school punishment of 'six of the best'? But pushing that out my mind, I got straight on reading my assignment, writing my summary, making my lists, twelve strikes on top of the six I had just received wouldn't be pleasant.

Just over an hour later you knocked on my door, I naturally assumed you would enter, when you didn’t I wasn’t sure what to do. But your voice through the door 'alright if I come in'? Nudged me in the right direction. 'Yes Sir' I said, and you walked straight in commenting when I didn't reply you wondered if I had gone to sleep. You were wondering how I was getting on, as you didn't think I would be taking as long as I was. I explained in reading my assignment I needed to rearrange some of the structure and I just had to do it then and there. That was fine, it was part of the reason you asked me to read through it. You said you were going to put the kettle on, make one more coffee before you finished for the day. You asked me to join you as soon as I had finished, bringing my summary and lists with me. Given I had just started on my second list I told you I wouldn't be long.

Downstairs, I sat while you read my summary, you asked me a couple of questions at various points, but overall you had a decent understanding of what my assignment question was, as well as the direction I had chosen to take my answer. You suggested I make room at the start to explain why I was answering the assignment in that way, but overall, especially after the changes I talked you through, it was a good assignment. It had balance, bought in views that were backed up by evidence, I had criticality analysed my sources. You looked at your watch, it was almost 4.30pm. You said you intended to work for another hour, then you had some personal things to attend to. You said you originally wanted to take me out for dinner on my first night, but now my assignment was more important, so you suggested take away. Your treat, and if I was good and did three hours work I could easily complete the next section, if I did, I got to choose what takeaway we had, that would take me to seven thirty tonight which you felt was ample after the day I'd had.

'There's just one thing I'd like to discuss Sir, if that's okay'? I said tentatively, knowing this was the first time I really had acknowledged this new mini dynamic of ours. 'See, you can do it', you said slightly sarcastically, and I smiled. 'I'm sorry, go on', you said, encouraging me to continue. 'When you knocked on my door, I kind of expected you to just walk in'. You shook your head, 'in a more permanent arrangement, or relationship I would, but I don't own you. You have just moved in here, at my request, as my tenant and my friend. I want you to know you have privacy, you could have been changing, on a private call. Or, simply just working as you were. That's your room, your private space, that I will always respect'. Well with that cleared up, I had nothing more to ask, so I excused myself, cleared away my coffee mug, and returned to my assignment.

I happily worked the three hours. I finished everything I wanted to. I couldn't believe it, it was going to be tight, but I had a feeling I may just make it, and I wouldn't be turning in a half effort assignment, hoping for a half decent mark, I had the potential to achieve a distinction, I knew I did. Without your guidance today I would have just carried on aimlessly typing. I’m not stupid, I did have an original essay plan, but the stop start I had taken, had made it hard to follow. I chose pizza for takeaway, and as we ate, my first meal in my new home, sharing a glass of wine with you, we chatted. Before I knew it, it was 11pm, I was shattered, tomorrow was Sunday and I had 48 hours to finish my assignment.

The following morning I was up relatively early, but you were still up before me, and had breakfast made before I even came down stairs. Last night was the first night in a long time you had gone to bed genuinely horny. Since meeting me and finding a new love of BDSM, especially now being somewhat of a Brat Tamer, you had two other girls you played with on a semi regular basis. I knew you did, it didn't bother me, even knowing they may come to the house for you to play with them in your playroom. Yesterday, taking control, giving me orders, even spanking my arse. It was what you lived for, what turned you on. For the second time in as many days you wonder if this living arrangement really is such a good idea.

I don't help things when I come downstairs in my nightdress. You can't see through it, but you know I'm not wearing underwear. You hand me coffee and I innocently stand next to you, asking you what you are doing today. Grabbing my waist, and pulling me to you just enough to wake my pussy, as you brush my hair over my shoulder you whisper in my ear as you lean in 'don't you mean, what are you doing today Sir', you say as you lightly tweak my right nipple. I let out a soft moan, slight pain, slight pleasure, god every fibre of my being wanted you. My heart skipped a beat, oh fuck, oh yes. I quickly correct myself and you ran a finger down my arm.

Just as you feel an uncontrollable urge to turn me around, lift up my dress, push your groin into my ass, you stop yourself. I didn't want this, I didn't want anything more than planned play. You tell me you are thinking about heading out to meet a friend for a few hours this morning while I get on. Feeling the sexual tension between us, I'm desperate to ask if you're going to meet one of your girls. But the truth is, I don't think I want to know. I've always been fine with you playing with others. Fuck, I did. But now, living with you, calling you Sir, last night felt so right. But you didn’t want anything more, I had to accept that. In time I would adjust, and to help I decided to text our mutual host friend Dan to arrange a celebratory play session with him when my assignment was finally submitted, the wonderful pain would do me good.

With the castle built, I jokingly tell you, you've done well, but it could be better. But you shouldn't worry, you just needed more practice at building things. You let me get away with my cheek, if my ass wasn't bruised you would have put me over your knee for a good hand spanking, but it would have definitely been a funishment. However, no way would you do that to me, once we have delicately moved the castle out the way so we don't break it, you grab me and push me onto the bed playfully. As you lightly pin my arms above my head with one hand, you kiss me. This is as far as you take any sexual play with me in little space. You can see I'm tired, and now you want me to rest and sleep.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 26- Moving in

© L 2025

'Oh yes, I remember you moving in like it was yesterday! Despite telling you I knew it was the right decision, I was honestly still convincing myself'. I look at you shocked, as I delve into my camembert and caramelised red onion topped burger, but I also smile 'you've never said that before'. 'I was falling for you', you say as you rip into your classic double cheese burger with added bacon. 'I was just too scared to admit it to myself or you'. I look at you a little sceptically, 'the dominant, sure of himself and everything around him, J Richardson was scared'? I say slightly mocking. 'Even dominants as great as me', you say mockingly back. 'We can be scared to share our feelings, if they aren't sure those feelings will be reciprocated'...

Laying on my hotel bed only a few hours later.

I glaned at my phone, it was 1.37am. Once again my hotel neighbours were being loud. Well, either they were being loud, or the walls really were unbelievably thin. Either way I got no sleep again! At 6am, when I finally felt like I could text you without it being 'too early', I asked if I could move in that day. I knew although it was Saturday, you were working, so I added I didn't mind waiting until the evening, but you called me ten minutes later and said 'come when you're ready. I'm working from home for a bit, no other plans, so in all day'. I immediately said I was on my way, and you said you would have the kettle on and ready for when I arrived. Grabbing the carrier bag that I had bought my takeaway back in, I shoved into it my laptop, charger, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, and jumper. It was bursting at the seams. I flew down the stairs two at a time, gave the receptionist my key, and when she asked if I'd had a pleasant stay, I smiled and said yes. There was simply no point in saying anything further, I just wanted out and to get to yours as quickly as possible.

Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in front of your house. I had been here many times before, but this felt different. Well, it was different. For a start I was wearing clothes. Usually you ordered me to arrive in nothing but seductive underwear and heals under my large coat. You opened the door and walked out to greet me. I almost did a double take, you were wearing lounge pants and a t-shirt. I had never seen you in anything other than suit trousers and shirt, unless they were accompanied by a tie and jacket. I wasn't even sure you owned any other clothes, and here you were standing before me with flip flops on your feet. I remember you took my hand and led me inside. You were gentle, yes still with a dominating presence, but you were kind. As we sat and drank coffee in your kitchen on two bar stools I relayed my evening, the takeaway adventure, what the men said, and how I'd had another sleepless night. It was now Saturday I had three days left before I had to submit an assignment that I hadn't even finished.

When I finished my coffee, you took my hand. Your blood was boiling from my tale of what I'd done and been through the night before, 'just promise me now, you'll never go back into that area of town'? It was an easy promise to make, one I have never broken. But you knew I didn’t need you getting angry right now, so to distract yourself, you showed me round the house as if it was my first time. Well, again, technically it was. As the tour of the downstairs concluded you gave me a set of keys, front door, back door, my bedroom door. Then you gestured for me to head up the stairs first saying 'you know the way'. At the top of the stairs was the main bathroom, then the room next to that would be my bedroom. Next to that was the room we referred to as your 'play room'. Then your office. At the end of the corridor was your bedroom. I slid the key into the lock of my new bedroom door and opened it.

I had never even seen inside this room, the door had always been shut when ever I visited. The room was much bigger than I imagined it to be. The double bed was pushed against one wall, it had a built in triple wardrobe, a separate set of sturdy looking stand alone drawers, a decent sized desk and what looked like the most comfortable desk chair I had ever seen. You opened the wardrobe and on two shelves were bedding and towels. You said you weren't sure I had my own, so it was up to me if I used them or not. You then told me to go and take a shower, commenting that I must be going for some kind of record now I had worn the same jeans for three days. I didn't hesitate. Right then and there I needed you to take control, even if it was only for a few seconds while you gave me a simple order. Besides, I loved your bathroom, it was always warm, smelled amazing, and the rain shower soaked you, but in a gentle way.

It was good to shower, to feel clean, to wash my hair. As I walked with a towel round me to my bedroom, I was met with all my belongings that you had wasted no time in fetching from my car. You walked in behind me, seeing my wet hair dripping down my naked back, it was inviting. You had successfully convinced me it was a good idea for me to move in and become your tenant, now you just needed to convince yourself! 'I will leave you to get settled', you said as you closed the door.

Downstairs you put the kettle on for the second time, it had just gone 8am. You opened your work surface pro, and using the stylus pen, highlighted words in a report, unable to fully concentrate. Once the kettle stopped boiling you made two fresh mugs of coffee and bought them up. Speaking loudly through thr door, you said 'alright if I come in'? I mumbled 'sure', and you walked into disorganised chaos. Two of my boxes had been ripped open, clothes thrown everywhere, my laptop was falling off the bed. I was sat on the bed, shivering, still in only a towel that was now cold and wet, I had my head in my hands, and I was crying. You immediately put down the mugs and came over to me, worried and slightly confused.

Through almost unintelligible sobs I said single words; can't, fail, useless, idiot. While it may have been the most inappropriate thing for you to do in that moment or not. You slowly took my towel from around me. Yes I was naked, but you had seen me naked a lot. One more time wouldn't do any more damage than leaving me in that state. You grabbed the Sherpa blanket you put at the end of my bed, ordered me to stand and wrapped it round me. Then you sat down on my bed, pulled me into you so I was sat my back against your chest, my legs between your thighs. You stroked my arm, my head, and said in a calm voice 'Daddy’s got you'. Eventually you managed to get me to open up to you, and explain what happened. I went searching for my jogging bottoms, I couldn't find them, I couldn't find my underwear, or a warm jumper. I got so angry I accidentally kicked my laptop and it fell off the bed. Now it wouldn't turn on, I had lost an entire assignment and would fail the module. You held me tightly, really tightly.

Then you had an idea, you ordered me up, you didn't ask, you ordered, definitely ordered, and told me to follow you. I followed you to your bedroom. I wasn't in the mood to play but I had no fight left in me. But rather than pull me onto your bed, you went to your wardrobe, opened it and retrieved a familiar looking cloth bag. You put it on your bed, opened it, and bought out a set of loose pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve t-shirt. They were mine! The first time I ever played in your home, you asked me to put some comfortable clothes in a bag to keep at yours in case of an emergency. We had never needed them, and I had completely forgotten they were here. As I said thank you, you pulled me into your bed, within minutes I was asleep.

I slept all morning in your bed, my body catching up on much needed sleep after getting very little since arriving at that god awful hotel. When I woke I came out your bedroom, you were in your office, the door was open and you called me when you heard me. I stood in your doorway, you told me you had made sandwiches for lunch, and wanted me to go downstairs put the kettle on and you would join me in a minute. I was always so independent until I was around you. Not only did it disappear, I found my thought process hazy around you, like I needed you to help me decide even the simplest of decisions, but I loved feeling that way. I never had to think about submitting to you, it came as easy to me as breathing, it was natural, subconscious, and kept me feeling more alive than anything. Downstairs I put the kettle on, you had made enough sandwiches for us to eat for dinner that night too, but I was starving having eaten nothing so far that day. I saw my laptop on the worktop open, but the screen was off. Just as you said, before the kettle even stopped boiling you had come downstairs.

In the fort we both tidy away our dinner, at least takeaway didn't mean a lot of washing up. Then you ordered me to lay down on my stomach. You applied more lotion to my ass that had stopped turning darker. I got out my magnetic blocks, and we both started making a fairy castle together. I told you it needed at least three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and a lounge area. I put you to work putting together the downstairs, while I concentrated on the upstairs. As that was far more difficult, and you weren't qualified to handle such a big task. Of course I was being ironic, as you were an architect. But right now you weren't at work, you were Daddy, and as all good Daddy’s do, when princess asks for the downstairs of a castle to be built, they simply get on with it.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 25- Rules

© L 2025

Two hours later I wake up in the fort, you are awake and on your phone. While I fell asleep as we were discussing my contract you couldn't help but look back over our first proper contract, you tell me you still remember pulling the 'all nighter', how you put so much thought into this contract. You must have rewritten it four or fives times before you were happy and confident enough to present it to me. Despite the fact we never signed it, you never regretted putting the hard work into it. It made the transition to being your exclusive submissive that much easier. We just had no idea during that lunch date, just how close we already were...

The next section was rules. In all my previous contracts, because we only fell into our dynamic when we played, the 'rules' I followed were set essentially in the first section, we never felt the need for a separate rules section. However, you explained to me that as much as we could switch off our dynamic and keep it for play sessions. You had been wanting to extend my rules so that I followed some (not many), when we weren't playing. You added, they were for my benefit, and now I was becoming a tenant, and you were updating our contract, you thought this might offer a good opportunity to start introducing some of these. You hoped that you weren't sounding contradictory, and that I understood these being added were to ensure my own welfare, as well as support a healthy balance, and acknowledge that there were times between us, our dynamic shifts.

L's Core Rules

*Punishment for violating a Core rule will be severe.

1. Never put self intentionally in danger, or put self in a risky situation.

2. Look after self as much as possible, and share any concerns with J as soon as possible in or out of play.

3. Be respectful to J at all times during play, or as outlined in section 3 above, using correct title and text.

4. Do not enter J's bedroom or office without J's consent and supervision.

5. Be honest.

L’s general rules

• Upon waking up L must greet J good morning if he is at home and visible.

• L must wish J goodnight if he is at home and visible.

• L will not use any forms of technology after bedtime.

• Drink at least 1 litre of water a day.

• Eat at least 2 meals a day.

• Tell J right away if he's awake if not first thing in the morning and be completely honest if L has, or think she may have broken a rule.

You added that you hoped these rules would instil the right tone, to compliment our play sessions. However, you wanted to know my thoughts. Right now I wanted all these rules and more. But that wasn't our dynamic, you weren't my Dom, you weren't my boyfriend, and I was just getting carried away in my own head. So trying to be objective I said, 'I think the idea in theory is good, but we won't know until I move in. I know you want me to take better care of myself and for me, not you. But say I break a rule, would you punish me straight away'? 'I thought about that before I put these in', you say thoughtfully. 'I know the brat in you enjoys testing me, so we can decide between us what would work'. We go on to discuss the pros and cons of each punishment scenario. We both agree then and there wouldn't be our first choice. So we discuss the idea of having a set day that I would receive any punishment I had earned that week, maybe a Saturday morning, which could double as a discipline session if I hadn't been naughty. But that effectively meant us agreeing to 'play' in some form once a week. So, in the end, we agreed should I break a rule, you would deal with it during our next planned play session. At least for the moment moving forward until we found a rhythm that worked for us. You even added that these rules might be too much, and we could find ourselves revisiting this contract very quickly to remove them. Nothing was set in stone, if it didn't work, then we communicated, we talked, and we put our friendship and me living with you first.

'Does no technology after bedtime have to be in here'? I ask thinking at bedtime that I often get my laptop out for an hour or more to do uni stuff. 'No, it doesn't have to be', you say sincerely, but you explain why you have included it. You told me that you didn't always feel my time management was the best, and that you knew how exhausted I was. You added I wouldn't get the distinction I wanted if I carried on in this way. I needed structure, and if I was your full time submissive you would provide that, but I wasn’t. So, you felt adding no technology after bedtime was the only power you had to ensure that I at least got a decent night's sleep. I couldn't help but agree with you, it probably was better than nothing.

The next page contained an outline of your discipline. This did include punishments, but you didn't like to put punishment in the title, saying it felt too negative.

• L understands discipline is not the same as punishment.

• L accepts that J may use physical discipline to embed his authority, and remind L of her place during play sessions.

• Punishments will be given for breaking of any requirement of this contract including but not limited to L’s rules.

• Punishments will be given for defying orders, commands and requests not stated within the contract, that J may give at any time during play.

• Violation of a Core Rule will result in L receiving a severe punishment.

• Punishments will be set by J within L’s limits set out in appendix 1 and 2.

• Any attempt to argue, negotiate, or refusal to complete a punishment, will escalate punishment given.

• Any request given by J outside of a play session that is not followed, does not form part of this contract. As such while J may acknowledge his disappointment, ultimately it is outwith this contract and his power to punish L.

You added that you would put a new line in, stating punishments would only be given at an agreed play session, and not at any other time. I did suggest you put in a caveat to this that added unless we both agreed otherwise. However, you still felt that could be misinterpreted and could leave me vulnerable. We would be revisiting this in three months, and could always revise sooner if we both wanted.

The final page contained my safe words. These had been in place since our first play session, the traffic light system, and it worked for both of us. You also added;

•J reserves the right to safe word himself or on behalf of L.

•If L fails to safe word beyond her limit, this will be seen and taken as a violation of core rule 2. L will receive an appropriate punishment at the appropriate time.

It was comforting to see the safe words, to see just how much effort you had gone to. You asked if there was anything further I wanted to add, and I said no, you asked if there was anything I wanted to ask, and again I shook my head and said no. We finished off the bottle of wine with ease, lunch lasted well over two hours. But as we finished the second bottle, the alcohol having fully enveloped me, I asked 'so, what now'? 'Well, as much as I want to say head to your hotel, grab your things and get to mine as quickly as possible. We've both been drinking, I want you to take this away', you said tapping my contract, 'read through it sober, later or tomorrow. We can have another conversation about it, I will make the amendments we've discussed, and I will get a copy to you, as soon as I can. I'm not going to tell you when to move in. You've paid, the room is yours when you're ready'. Feeling, happy, content, and more than tipsy I thanked you, slipped my contract in my bag, and we stood leaving the restaurant together. I took out my phone, but you put your hand over it, as you nodded to the concierge who hailed you a taxi. As you opened the door for me, beckoning me to get in, you told me that the taxi would drop me off first. You wanted to make sure I got back to my hotel, and in safely.

Once you dropped me off you left, still not feeling great about where I was staying. I got up into my room, I did briefly open my laptop, but as I nearly missed the chair trying to sit down I closed it again. I went and laid on the mattress that was way too soft, and fell asleep.

I woke four hours later, my head fuzzy, lunch time drinking was not something I was used to. I checked my phone and smiled as I saw you had messaged me a new version of my contract hours ago. Thirsty, I got up, changed into the same ripped jeans and headed back out. It was almost 8pm, dark, and now I was beginning to regret not taking you up on the offer of a nicer hotel. Walking along the almost empty street someone ran past me making me jump. I pulled my phone out when I got to the same shop I went to this morning after I found it was shut. Trying to bring up the closest open shop or take away, unfortunately the closest one was almost a half mile away. I knew where it was, if I could walk to it, I'd get a taxi back. I knew it wasn't exactly safe, but as stubborn as ever, I pushed on, slightly thankful I hadn't signed our contract today. I was quite sure you wouldn't be happy with my decision, and had I signed the contract, I would almost definitely be breaking core rule 1- never put self intentionally in danger, or put self in a risky situation. Winding my way down dark deserted streets, my heart pounding, I finally reached the take away. An imposing group of young men were gathered around the entrance, yeah, I wasn't walking back to the hotel! I ordered pizza, chips, onion rings and 4 cans of diet coke. I was hungry, the salad I had eaten for lunch didn't fill me, and drinking alcohol hadn't helped. Once my food was ready I stayed in the takeaway restaurant and called an Uber. Trying to ignore the comments from the men that included, just open your legs, nice arse, and let me give you a ride, I was glad when the Uber driver arrived. Back in my hotel, after decimating more of my food than I thought I would manage, I opened my laptop again. But 10 minutes later I shut it. I was shattered, there was no point in trying to finish my assignment now. I would go to bed early, wake early and make a new plan from there.

In the fort you ask me what I want for dinner, to be honest I want pizza again. We both agree any kind of Indian or Chinese takeaway is going to be too difficult to eat in our fort, so we agree on burgers. We have a wonderful bespoke burger house that cooks the best steak burgers not that far away, and they deliver, so that's what we order. While we wait for our food to arrive we both remember the day I moved in with you.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 24- Contracts

© L 2025

We finished watching Wall-E, and I told you I was feeling tired. So we tidied away my toys that had now, as you predicted been scattered all over the floor, and we pulled out the bed. I loved late afternoon naps with you in little space, and in our fort, we were in our own little world. Staring up at the sheets that formed the makeshift roof, we carried on reminiscing...

Once the waiter took our order you brought out my tenancy agreement. Overall it was very standard, outlined the basics, rent cost, deposit, what it included. I had exclusive access to my bedroom with my own lock on my door. Access to the main bathroom, kitchen, dining room and lounge areas. Off limits were your bedroom and your office. You didn't mind guests coming, but you did write that you would like notice if I had someone stay overnight. You added that I could have small gatherings of friends over, but again you asked that you be given advanced notice, explaining it would be so you could make yourself other plans so you didn't disturb me. I happily signed the agreement that had an initial three month trial written into it. I took out my phone, opened my internet banking app, and transferred you the relevant funds.

Our meals came, the waiter topped up our wine, and the conversation started to flow. Moving the subject on from my degree, we talked about the first of the two jobs I was currently working. It was in a department store, the hours could be day or night, but I got paid extra for working the more unsociable hours. Then my second job, I worked as a part time administrator for a finance firm. Both were equally boring, but with resolve in my voice, I said I was determined to get my career in the advertising industry back on track the moment I graduated. Then we moved onto your job. You told me about your meeting this morning, you felt it had gone well, and if successful, and you won the contract, it would be the biggest contract you had landed in your career, and the third biggest contract your firm had ever got. The company in question, owned two pieces of adjacent land just outside our town. They were planning on building a high-rise exclusive block of flats on one plot, and an outdoor open air recreational area on the other. This would include, a row of boutique shops, three restaurants, a park space and an open air entertainment amphitheatre.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe the easy conversation, the good food. But being out with you, in this way no longer felt awkward. It felt right! So what if we did have kinky unconventional non vanilla sex every so often, we could also chat, laugh and enjoy each others company. Sometimes our play sessions consisted of me being in my little space. Where we didn't have sex, you were caring Daddy, washing me, brushing my hair. Playing with my teddies, watching films, cuddling. As much as I loved your sadistic tendencies, you balanced this with an overarching want to care and nurture, these were the moments that truly brought us closer together, more so than either of us realised.

I didn't want lunch to end, as the waiter approached us again and cleared away our plates he asked if he could get us anything else. You asked for another bottle of wine to be brought to the table, but other than that we had business to discuss. The waiter was familiar with this cue. Get the wine as quickly as possible and then leave us to it. The dining room was a quarter full, with business men and women all out to lunch to discuss business deals in much the same way. Once our second bottle of wine arrived you took out a revised copy of our contract. This would be the third variation, it was greatly different from the first two. It is also the only contract you made for us, that we never ended up signing.

You bought two copies, and we slowly made our way through it.

The first section was simple, it outlined the purpose of the contract. While our original was simplistic, this now had a lot more detail. You wrote;

Purpose

The purpose of this contract is to;

1. Outline what L’s service to J implies. Including a set standard of criteria that must be met by both before play commences.

2. Set out J's intentions and responsibilities, towards L

3. Establish correct title/s for J

4. Include all rules, core and general L (as agreed) must follow

5. Clarify discipline

6. Identify safe words

You asked for initial comments, this I was good at, this I was confident in. I had been presented over the years with good contracts and bad ones when it came to agreeing terms of BDSM play. Our original didn't need a lot of context. We met, we agreed on a play session or scene, we agreed how much autonomy you would have over what happened and when. We confirmed how long it would last, safe words, and then we would start. Essentially this arrangement wasn't changing, but as we were now living together you felt you needed to firm up just what you meant about my service to you. You added that we would need to agree on some rules, and while we had before, these had never been put in our contract in this way, its own section. Given our living arrangement you felt it important to put in writing what I should address you as and when. I commented that I thought that was a good idea, especially as even as we were sat discussing our contract I had no idea if I should be addressing you as Sir or not. You told me I didn't need to, but thanked me for checking. You also added that while we use safe words, you always felt they were missing from the original contract, so you were including these now too.

We turned the page, you poured more wine, and we started at section one. You had written several lines indicating what my service to you when we played would involve. You asked me about my thoughts, and while my overall duties hadn't changed, I was humbled to see you putting thought into setting a criteria for us to agree to play.

Criteria to be met prior to commencement of play;

• J agrees to provide at least 72 hours notice of impending play. If L cannot be available, both must agree at that time an alternative date/time if they wish to.

• J must outline prior to play session, overall intention of scene, including toys to be used. Both L and J agree other toys can be included after, but L must be in agreement before toy is used on her.

• J cannot initiate play at any time outwith a pre agreed play session.

My biggest worry moving in, was that if we both found ourselves home one evening that you would suggest we play, or even simply initiate play without discussion. This clearly stated you couldn't and wouldn't do that.

The second section outlined your responsibilities to me, again nothing had changed from our original contract. It didn't need to, you took your responsibilities as a Dominant very seriously, from playing with someone like me, a bottom, to owing a submissive or slave.

Now I’m not exactly a lightweight when it comes to drinking wine, but I was now finishing my fourth full glass. The alcohol was definitely making conversation easier, and I was glad I took a taxi from the hotel. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or your dominance, but I was feeling more and more turned on. Part of me wanted you to order me to remove my underwear, or to the bathroom where I would sink to my knees the moment we were alone. It was hard to concentrate, but I tried not to show how I was feeling. I felt myself soak my underwear as we proceeded to the third section, this was new, and referred to the 'titles' I should call you by in and out of play.

Again, it was good to read you had thought about our dynamic when we weren't playing, when we were two regular adults. There was no pressure or expectation when I moved in that I address you as anything other than J. In play I should call you Sir or Daddy, you reserved the right to order me to use a particular title, and it also clearly stated this stopped the moment play stopped.

As we lay in our fort and my eyes get heavy, I am amazed you still have our first proper contract on your phone. You tell me that all my contracts are important, a new contract marks a new milestone in our relationship, they have shaped the way we have evolved, and you tell me that to ensure discipline spankings return for good, after our fort weekend, you will once again be making an important amendment to mine. I look up at you yawning, adding that I already can't wait to sign it. I need to put my name back against the very thing I am so proud of in our relationship. I need to do it for myself, to move past what I did. But far more importantly, I need to do it for you. I need to show you I take your rules and our contract seriously.

I haven’t really been on The Cage in the last few weeks. I have neglected my blog story 'Just Us'. I miss The Cage community and I am fighting to get back.

My absence has been for several reasons. Resetting, spending time with a new Dominant in my life Master T, and also due to health reasons that are unfortunately ongoing.

Master T came into my life at a point I was ready to take a break. He has an abundance of patience for me, has never ever pushed me into anything I haven't been ready for. I cannot believe how supportive he has been with my likley ongoing health issues, that I kept saying would go away over night, and have only gotten worse.

As my submission under Master T grows, I am looking forward to updating our journey through my blog.

But, for now, Just Us is back!

I am sorry the story has ground to a halt, especially in a part that I thoroughly enjoyed writing.

I am releasing 2 chapters today, and then I am getting back on track releasing new chapters every Wednesday and Sunday. 

Sending love to you all

Kisses

L

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 23- Francesco's

© L 2025

As you select Wall-E for us to watch for our Saturday afternoon film, you jokingly laugh saying it was so temping to put me over your knee. You told me you remembered thinking, if I became too argumentative, or acted like too much of a brat then you would have. You added once in my hotel room the only real thing that stopped you from spanking me, was the fact you were sure the other hotel guests would have heard.

You recall reluctantly agreeing that I could stay, and while we both agreed it was difficult for both of us to say goodbye that night, you left a short while later...

That night I want to say I slept well, knowing I now had a firm plan, when a couple of hours earlier I felt nothing but hopelessness. But between effectively agreeing to move in with you, even as your tenant, and the paper thin walls of the hotel offering little relief from the activities of the other tenants, I really didn't sleep at all. At 8am I dragged myself from my bed, made my way to a local shop to get coffee and something for breakfast, when I say local it was a good ten minute walk, but given the hotel offered no dining facilities I had little choice. Back in my room I sat on the bed eating a flapjack, because that counts as breakfast right? Drinking the worst take away coffee I had ever tasted and scrolling through my phone. Do I try and sleep more, or get on with my assignment? Just as I pondered that question you sent me a text.

'Any chance you can meet me at Francesco's restaurant on Main Street for lunch'?

'Sure, what time'?

As tempting as it was to text back jokingly- don't you mean yes Sir. Given the context, you decide our situation was far too delicate to be making jokes. Outside our play sessions we agreed I could answer you in a way I would any other adult.

'1pm'?

'Looking forward to it, see you then'.

Francesco's was a lovely restaurant, overlooking the river, it had a big open fire place, beautiful bar. It was expensive, and as such attracted a certain, more refined clientele. I had only ever been in once before, for a friends birthday and I left a lot poorer than when I arrived. Although we intended at the beginning to keep a lot of our lives private from each other, over the months I learned what you did, knew where you worked, and I knew being one of the lead architects at the firm you worked for, that you wined and dined potential clients in restaurants such as this. So, it would make sense if you wanted lunch with me that I meet you somewhere you had either met clients earlier that day, or before they joined you that afternoon. I remember scrambling around in one of my boxes in the back of my car trying to find something better than ripped jeans and a t-shirt to wear. Other than managing to grab the same bridesmaid dress three times despite shoving it to the bottom of the box. The only other semi appropriate dress I found was my Johanne Ortiz dress that I wore nearly two years ago to a Christmas party at my work, in a desperate attempt to catch the eye of a male colleague that failed. It was a bit dressier than I would have liked, but I was running out of time. You hated me being late to a play session, I figured the same would be said for a lunch, um, date? I wasn't really sure what it was I was about to walk into, but act first think later, was lets face it, practically my mantra.

I nervously walked in to Francesco's, I was accustomed to kinky play with you, but a normal vanilla lunch? When it came to you, this was outside my comfort zone. I was met by a waiter, of course I would be! This reputable restaurant didn't allow their patrons to wander aimlessly. He asked me if I had a table booked, or if I was meeting someone. I looked at him completely confused, why was this simple question so difficult to answer? 'I, um, J Richardson', I blurted out, my cheeks flushing. Gees, now he's going to think that's me! But before I could correct myself, he said, 'of course, Mr Richardson is expecting you, please follow me'. It was a good job he told me to follow him, I'm sure if he hadn't I wouldn't have moved. I followed trying to pull myself together, I had been here before, I was essentially meeting a friend who was being kind enough to let me move into their spare room while I finished my degree. The fact three weeks earlier I had been forced to lick my friends arsehole, then his cock before he tied me up, flogged my back and fucked me was irrelevant, wasn’t it? As I reached you, you stood, thanked the waiter by name as he pulled out my chair and helped me sit, asking you if we would both be drinking wine with our meal. 'Yes, a bottle of your Sancerre Blanc', you said as if you had done this a thousand times before'.

As our waiter left you looked at me and suddenly frowned. 'Shit, I'm sorry, I'm so used to just ordering, I never even asked if you wanted a drink'. 'It's fine, I never know my way around a wine list anyway', I said trying to ease the awkward tension. 'You look amazing, do you have a date after this'? You say, half laughing. I blushed immediately, and the awkward tension intensified. 'Um, no. With all my stuff in boxes in the back of my car, it was either this, a bridesmaid dress or ripped jeans I've worn for the last two days'. I replied uncomfortably. 'I'm sorry, of course, I never even thought about that when I asked you here for lunch'. You added, as the awkwardness somehow continued. 'It's okay, makes sense if you've got a business meeting'. I said trying to bring some normality back to the situation, but you looked at me confused, 'I'm not working today', you said casually, and I point out the two piece suit your wearing kind of says otherwise. You then tell me you did have to go into the office on your way to the restaurant for a meeting. You told me you called your boss asking for the day off first thing. Which he granted as long as you still came in and lead on the presentation to your new client this morning. You then go on to produce out your briefcase two documents. The first a tenancy agreement, the second a suggested revised contract for both of us. 'I didn't sleep, I worked on these all night'. Yeah, things just got weird again! But as I started to laugh, my go to response when I felt awkward, you did too.

You explained part of you actually felt happy when my room fell through yesterday. You said you felt I would make the perfect tenant. We already knew each other, you knew we got along, we had similar interests, and we had seen each other naked, so walking in on me in the bathroom accidentally, wouldn't be quite so awkward. You said you hated leaving me last night in my hotel, even if my door did lock, you worried about my safety. However, you wanted to respect my decision to not move in until we had signed and agreed everything. So, you did the only thing you could do, you pulled an 'all-nighter', to put both contracts together.

Just then the waiter returned with our wine, poured us both a glass and asked if we were ready to order. I hadn't even opened the menu, so you asked if we could have a few more minutes. If I had been your submissive you would have ordered for both of us. But I wasn’t, we were a long way from that path, in a different part of kink town all together. However, wine was definitely welcome, both for the distraction, as well as slowly feeling the effects of the alcohol seep into me like a warm glow. As we flicked through the menu, you asked me how my latest assignment was coming. I told you I was struggling with it, not only was the topic particularly difficult. I usually tackled a uni assignment by locking myself away from the world and hashing it out over a week. However, on this occasion, I had started and stopped working on it for the past three weeks. It was now due in on Tuesday at 9am in the morning, in 5 days time, but that meant I really only had 4 days left to finish it. Yes, I was getting there, and it was almost done. I was generally very organised when it came to writing my assignments. Getting them finished a week early, I would spend the final week writing my bibliography and proof reading. While I was still confident I would get it in on time, I knew it wasn't my best work, and as I was on track to receive a distinction this could potentially jeopardise that.

In the fort you press play as we snuggle down together to watch Wall-E. We could continue reminiscing after, right now you wanted to hold me while I sucked on my pacifier, and hugged Radcliffe.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 22- Homeless

© L 2025

While we enjoy a lazy Saturday afternoon in our fort, we both recall the time I became homeless, that effectively propelled us into the start of our exclusive relationship, not that we knew it at the time...

When we met you lived alone in your house, it was the first one you had ever bought. It was a detached four bedroomed house, on the edge of a small suburb just outside the main town. With established trees and shrubs it had privacy, no one overlooked the back garden. While you had neighbours their houses were opposite and set back from the road. It gave you the privacy you needed for your kinky lifestyle. Upstairs your bedroom was the largest and spanned the length of the house at the back, you had an ample ensuite. The three other rooms were all generous double bedrooms. You turned one into an office, one into a playroom and the last room was the usual spare bedroom made up ready for occasional guests that rarely stayed, slowly you had been renovating the whole house.

One day about a year after we first met, you suggested I move into your spare bedroom. We had been out at Dan’s club for a private BDSM evening, we had gone together, we had both had a bit too much to drink. Neither of us were playing that evening, with each other or anyone else. We shared a taxi and ended back at your home. It was the first time we had sex without it involving too much play, and the first time I slept in your bed, or stayed over, it was just after sex when you made the suggestion, after I commented that my landlord was putting my rent up again. I just laughed it off. But the following morning was awkward, I of course declined your offer to move into your spare bedroom. After that it took six weeks before we played again. Initially you reprimanded yourself, friends first, Top/bottom second was how we defined our friendship. Neither of us needed to complicate it with anything more.

Six months later, about half way into my three year part time degree, you admitted to me after a particularly intense session during my aftercare that you were worried about me. I had said my safe word 'yellow' twice. After the second time you ended the session early. I was exhausted, mentally and physically. You knew my finances were stretched, with my degree becoming more intense I had been forced to give up my third job. Living alone in my small apartment, bills, rent, living costs were piling up. I was scraping by, but had no money left to do anything, and my apartment was freezing because I was unable to afford to run the heating. While our play sessions rarely extended beyond the play room in your home, we got on well, really well. We would often spend more time chatting after, sharing a bottle of wine, than we did playing.

But as you rubbed salve into my thighs following a rather brutal impact scene that saw you paddle my inner thighs with a wooden paddle before flicking your flogger over them, you knew I couldn't carry on much longer. We were only half way through what should have been a play session we were both equally enjoying. But as you stopped after I said 'yellow' for the second time I snapped at you, 'why the fuck are you hitting me much harder than you usually do'? My insolence taking you completely by surprise, you didn’t know how to respond. This wasn’t the brat in me, well, not all of it was. But what worried you was that you really weren't hitting me any harder than you had before. If anything you thought you were going easy on me given how we had previously played. I was tired, and you began to wonder if my university degree was even worth it. I had given up a decent job with decent prospects to return to education in the hopes a Masters degree might really propel my career. But it was a risk, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

In one of the only instances you can recall, you let my comment go. You had come to terms that I did swear, more than you liked, but to swear at you definitely broke your third rule, always involved a mouth soaping that I loathed, generally followed by another equally painful or humiliating punishment. But I was at my limit, in every way.

You tentatively brought up me moving in with you again, you were actually worried I may jump down your throat again, but I didn’t. As we talked I told you I wasn’t looking for handouts, I was independent, and desperately wanted to get through this degree myself. However, I couldn't help but admit you made a valid point. Maybe I didn't move into your spare room, but I could look for a house share. It would greatly reduce my living costs, I might even be able to give up one of my other two jobs, as much as I hated admitting it, you were right.

The next day I handed my landlord my two months notice, and began the arduous process of trying to find a house share. The first two rooms I looked at were tiny, the third had a rather strange live in landlord who refused to put a lock on the bathroom door. The fourth room I looked at was a double bedroom in a middle aged woman's home, she had a small dog named Lenon, was out quite a lot, it was in a decent neighbourhood. I honestly thought I had struck gold. With all my belongings in boxes, the apartment cleaned I went to bed early the night before I was moving. I was excited, a new chapter of my life was about to begin, and tomorrow night I would be sat in my new bedroom, which with any luck would have Lenon the Jack Russell in it too.

The next morning I woke early, and just as I was loading my car my phone rang, it was my new landlady. I happily answered, but soon that happiness turned to worry, then fear then upset. Her daughter and grandchild had just left her violent husband. They needed the room. She apologised constantly, told me not only had she reimbursed me the money I had sent her, my deposit as well as my first months rent, she had also sent me an extra two hundred for the inconvenience. The extra money was welcomed, and would go towards some kind of hotel room, as I was quite sure I wouldn't find an alternative immediately. I couldn't stay living in my current apartment, my landlord had a new tenant moving in the following afternoon. With tears of hopelessness in my eyes I loaded my car, met my landlord returned the keys, and drove to a coffee shop to think, my head swimming, was I really homeless?

Two cups of coffee later, and after several desperate phone calls to ads looking for tenants, I called a local hotel, booked a room for a couple of nights, and headed there. After checking in, the only positive I could see right now was that the room was warm, it had a desk and I could finish the latest uni paper I had to write in relative comfort. At 9pm that night just as I was beginning to think about going to bed you called. I said after our last play session that I would need a couple of weeks between moving, finishing my uni assignment, and getting settled. However, you knew my move was today, so you were checking in to see how it had gone. Within minutes I was crying uncontrollably as I relayed the events of my day. You must have asked me three times where I was before I finally told you. You weren't happy, the hotel was passable at best, but the neighbourhood it was in definitely wasn't. Trying to remain the self propelled independent woman I had always been I told you twice not to come to me, but in the end gave up. Once you got an idea in your head there was never a chance I could change it. Twenty minutes later, with a knock on my hotel door there you were standing...

Back in our fort, having enjoyed a good lunch, as you flick through the Disney channel to choose a film for us to watch, I recalled, never had I hugged you so tightly, never had I been so happy to see a familiar face...

You had already decided on your way to meet me at the hotel, that one way or another I would be moving into your spare room. You weren't the kind of guy to skate round the edges of a conversation. If you had something to say, you said it. You were not just a dominant in the bedroom. Your entire presence oozed dominance, and I loved that about you. I remember you vividly saying to me 'listen, I know it's not your first choice. But if you take my spare room, you will be my tenant, my friend. We can still play occasionally just as we do now, if you want. But that is not why I am asking you to take my spare bedroom'. I came up with a couple of awful excuses as to why I shouldn't, and then you did something you had never done before outside of a play session. You grabbed my hair and forced me to look at you, the way you did when you were about to give me an order. Only this time I wasn't naked, kneeling at your feet. I was laying on top of you, fully clothed on an uncomfortable hotel bed.

'Say no, once more and I am taking my belt off'. I was literally powerless to deny you when you acted like this, especially when every fibre of my being tingled with delightful anticipation. 'A three month trial, live with me. I will draw up a tenancy agreement, and we can update our own personal contract if it would make you feel better. You can even pay me a deposit and a months rent up front, just like you did to that lady'. My mind raced, but before I knew it, my heart was answering, 'Okay, yes. I don't know why I keep fighting you. I would love to move into your spare room, thank you', I managed to squeak out, as I gripped you in a bear hug.

The biggest smile erupted from your face, but I did have one condition. I wasn't about to leave with you and head straight home your house much to your disappointment. I told you I had the hotel room booked for two nights. I had booked the week off work, so I intended to stay in the hotel until both my tenancy agreement and my new submissive contract was ready. I knew you were working, so I said if it took a few days, then that's what it took. Yes you were stubborn, but I could be too! You tried to get me to agree to you paying for a nicer hotel, but I was staying put, even if that did mean I would be finishing my assignment sat on a sore arse because of a spanking due to pure stubbornness.

The Fort Part 3- Looking Back

Chapter 21- Our first encounter

© L 2025

Saturday morning

I woke at 10am, much later than I usually do. You had already gotten up, eaten and you were on your second cup of coffee. You took me upstairs and after again helping me to the bathroom, washing me gently in the shower, you examined me. The redness in my ass was now turning deep purple, my skin almost black in several areas. The areas of broken skin were still raw, but you could see the very start of them trying to heal. Given we would be spending the day in the fort, with blinds and curtains shut you didn’t want me wearing anything on my lower half, not even underwear. After applying more lotion, you said air getting to it would help the areas of broken skin.

But, you were quiet, much more quiet than you had been last night when we were chatting. Yes, you did Daddy things, put me in a Lilo and Stitch t-shirt and picking up my toys, we headed back to our fort. You shut the sofa bed, we brought in cushions, and both sat on the floor, but you weren't Daddy, not really, and I knew I was the reason why.

As I sat playing with my teddies, you could see me deep in thought, and I was silent. I was never quiet when I played with my toys, yes you did expect my behaviour to have changed slightly, but something felt off. You knew me too well to think otherwise. 'What’s up? You're way too quiet', you say putting down your phone and looking at me. I rarely had trouble telling you what was wrong before, but this was different. I had hurt you so badly, I genuinely didn't know if we would get passed what I had done. But how could I tell you? How could I admit that I was scared we might end? I didn’t look at you, I couldn't, I knew if I did I would start to cry yet again. When I don't respond, acknowledge your question, or even look at you, you get slightly frustrated. 'Look at me now', you order with toughness in your voice.

Kinda frustrated myself, and sort of worried, 'you're one to talk, you've been quiet all morning too', blurts out my mouth, before I even think about it. Tears instantly fill my eyes and fall silently down my face. You are less than impressed with my outburst, but I'm clearly upset. You don't want to use such a tone with me, not today, but communication is the one thing we are good at. You take my hand and pull me gently onto the couch, hugging me tightly. 'Talk to me, that's an order', you say keeping your tone firm, knowing I need that level of dominance right now. 'You're going to say I'm being silly, I know you are', I say between hiccups and crying. 'Silly or not, you've just shouted at me, you are clearly upset, and I am ordering you to tell me why'. Breaking away from you, so I can look at you I say 'I'm worried you're going to end things between us'.

'Oh princess', you say hugging me close, your tough demeanour disappearing as I whimper 'I'm so sorry for snapping at you Daddy, it's just you've been quiet all morning'. Wrapping your arms around me, you hug me tightly. Ending our relationship because of me breaking a rule, even a core rule had never even entered your mind, you had no idea you were being more quiet than normal. 'I would never end our relationship because you broke a rule. Fuck, I don't ever want us to end'. You reach down and tug on my collar round my neck. 'This is for life, I meant it the day I gave you it. I have never regretted meeting you, learning about you, having you move in before we officially even got together, falling in love with you, collaring you. You tell people that I came into your life like a guardian angel, just at the right time. But, the truth is, you saved me too. I've never told you this but I was ready to walk from the lifestyle before I met you'.

As I stop crying, and settle down next to you, you tell me the story of how we met, from your perspective, something you haven't looked back on in a long time...

You had never really had what you would call a girlfriend. You had always had a dominant personality, and you found in your later teenage years while exploring sex, that some girls got really turned on by this side of you. Then, as most healthy teenage boys do at some point, you started exploring internet porn, and the world of BDSM opened up like flood gates, or the infamous Pandora’s box. You had played with countless submissives over the years in various dynamics. Your preference before meeting me was a mild mannered submissive that did everything she could to be perfect every single second of serving you. Your play sessions were like ballets, seamless, erotic, and were becoming mind numbingly boring! The constant 'yes Sir', 'yes Master' with a sub never having a hair out of place at one time would have driven your cock to remain hard for hours. But that was no longer the case.

The submissive you owned before me was model attractive, and she gave herself to you as your slave. You found your love of sadism taking over more and more each day after you moved her into your home. Each play session you hurt her more, used her harder. The more pain you inflicted the harder your cock remained. One day you bought a metal chain whip, and you covered her body in red link welts as she silently sobbed. At the end you left her tied up for almost an hour. When you released her all she did was thank you. That is when you knew what you were doing wasn't for you. It should have been, on paper you were a perfect match. But you wanted her to safe word, to tell you that wasn’t okay. You realised that she was willing to let you do anything, and that was dangerous, and it wasn't you. You loved her submission, but you had never been in love with her. You rarely took her out, rarely bought her gifts, and it wasn't fair, you had become a Dominant you vowed you never would. The kind of Dominant you would ban from gatherings. The next day as you realised you were in fact bored, scared of what you might do next, you released her. In fact you wondered if you had come to the end of the road of being a dominant, nothing excited you anymore.

You spent the next year largely by yourself. Occasionally you would attend an event at your friend Dan's BDSM club, but the year had given you freedom, and while you knew you would miss the kinky play, you honestly thought you had outgrown the lifestyle. That's why you decided to go to one last munchie event. Almost to say goodbye to many friends you had made over the years. You didn't have a submissive or slave, you had just landed a huge promotion at work, you were renovating your four bedroomed house. If you were going to at least give it a rest for a while, put your cane back in its box, now was the time. At the munchie you sat at the back, it was always very popular, Dan your friend the host was just finishing an introductory speech, then I entered, looking flushed, slightly late, and oozing confidence, as I yelled out to him 'hey Dan, I'm here', he introduced me as someone he had known for a while, but I was new to this area after moving from the next town over. I put my hand up saying hi in general to everyone as I slid into a free seat next to you. Despite knowing no one, within 20 minutes I had introduced myself to almost everyone, ordered my second coffee, and had arranged to meet up with a fellow kinkster I found lived round the corner from me.

You recalled our first conversation; I turned to you, held out my hand, shook yours before you had even had time to put your hand properly in mine, and I asked 'you're kinda quiet, everything okay'? You naturally assumed I was a Domme, and were shocked when I told you I was actually a submissive. Without asking me a lot, you sat through a brief history of my life story. You realised you had forgotten there were submissives that could hold your attention, you also realised within minutes you had to know me better, and you knew it wasn't quite time to hang up your flogger, not until you had seen just how pretty it would look draped over my naked back.

The day after the munchie you contacted Dan, I had thrown you so off guard you never even asked if you could have my number at the end of our conversation. I left as quickly as I entered. Munchies are not designed to be a dating service, no one should go hoping to find someone to hook up with. However, it's not against any rule to exchange contact details with others if you are in mutual agreement. Dan was a friend, you had organised and lead a few BDSM events at his local BDSM club that you also rented out privately.

You guessed by my familiar interaction with him he knew me well, but he admitted he was surprised to hear your interest. He told you I was more than a handful, that I could definitely be a brat, that 'make me' was one of my favourite phrases. He also told you I could take pain, and had a heart of gold, was slightly naive, and despite being a submissive I was very independent, and that I wasn't afraid to decline a play session if it wasn't something I was interested in doing.

This was music to your ears. 'There's just something about her', you told him. 'Look, she's probably not interested, if you feel you can ask her, and she wants it, give her my number'. Dan agreed to, and the second you hung up the phone, he text me asking if he could call? 'Am I in trouble', I replied with a winky face emoji. He called seconds later saying in a dominant tone 'I thought I told you not to be late'? 'Oh fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be pissed', I replied smiling joyfully. 'Just be glad you're not my sub. I didn't order you to be on time, even if I did say try and be, and it was a social gathering. Be that late to meet me privately at my club and you'll feel my crop'.

I loved being Dan's play toy. We didn't play often, I was one of a number of submissives he would call on. It wasn't serious, but he gave me a release I craved when my life was so chaotic. He explained he had gotten off the phone with you, that you would like to get to know me better and you wanted him to give me your number. I explained I wasn't looking for a relationship, that I had just started a university degree that I was having to fund myself. I already had two jobs and needed a third to make it work. He explained you were just as busy, not looking for anything other than getting to know me, with the occasional Top/bottom play session on the horizon if we got along.

I mean, you were cute, you could hold a decent conversation, you made me laugh. 'Sure, why not' I said asking him to text me your number, Dan asked if I wanted to know anything more about you, but I declined. I wasn't about to meet you in a seedy hotel room, and thinking things through wasn't my style. Within a day we were texting, within a week we had met, within a month we had already enjoyed two very successful play sessions.

I was the different you were looking for. I wasn't always a 'yes Sir' submissive. Oh I could be a brat, the first time you gave me an order and I said 'make me', made you smile more than anything your last slave ever did. You hadn't been a Daddy Dom in years, but I was clear with you from the start I needed that element in my life. Our play sessions were exciting, I got as involved in planning them as you did. I was disorganised, fun, and if I was late, fuck did you punish me severely.

As your bottom my rules were simple;

1. Answer any communication from you as quickly as possible.

2. During a play session refer to you as Sir, or anything else you order.

3. Always be respectful to you, especially when in play.

4. Look after my own wellbeing.

5. Never be late. If I am running late, I must without fail notify you immediately.

'So, now do you see', you say turning me to look at you, 'I was lost until you literally ran into my life. Had you not come to that munchie, we may never have met, I would have walked away'. You tug on my collar again, running the steel D ring at the front of it between your fingers. 'I simply can't imagine my life without owning you'. 'I know, I'm sorry Daddy, you were just so quiet this morning, I knew I was the reason why'. You get up and gesture for me to as well, and taking my hand we head into the kitchen, so much talking was making you hungry and thirsty, but you were loving every second of being with me. While you made us food I couldn't help but comment, 'your story of how I saved you was good, but I still don't think it trumps you helping me when I became homeless Daddy'. You lean in and smile, 'it finally brought you into my life permanently. I look back with nothing but happy memories, even if it was scary for you, you were never really homeless'.