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'.