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J is a Dominant, Daddy, Brat Tamer and Sadist. I am L and completely and utterly, in love with him, and he with me.

I am a submissive, a little, a brat, a pet and a machosist. Little time isn't sexual, it's cuddles, Disney, diapers, pacifiers etc.

J is extremely strict, the brat in me never gets away with anything.

BDSM is part of our daily routine, but we accept we are both adults outside the lifestyle.

In our house we try to keep downstairs vanilla, but upstairs is a very different story.

J's bedroom is largest, the first room you come to upstairs. On one wall hangs impact items, as well as cuffs, collars etc. A St. Andrews Cross stands in one corner, a large cage sits in another. Next to his bed is my pet bed.

Next to his bedroom is mine, my safe space. Next is the bathroom, and then J's office. We both work, take care of the house.

This is our story, told from my perspective.
10 months ago. Sunday, April 13, 2025 at 6:36 PM

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.

 


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