The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday
Chapter 4- Music
© L 2025
It's Wednesday evening, I've just eaten dinner, the weather has turned cold, and I've put the heating on. While I am expecting you home tonight, you said you would be very late, you didn't want me waiting up for you, and to go to bed on time. I'm so excited you are coming home, I can't concentrate on the lists I am supposed to be making for our fort weekend. Downstairs feels too cold and empty, so I turn off the lights, lock the front door and head to my bedroom. You may have ordered me to go to bed on time, but I know I won't be able to sleep.
Although I don't know it yet, you planned to come home earlier to surprise me. The last two days have been difficult for both of us. We do spend nights apart, not all the time, but occasionally. When that happens we are both forced into an adult non-kink state of mind, especially the person who has gone away. We rarely communicate during our working days. Your control of me doesn't extend into total power exchange. I don’t ask for permission to use the bathroom, I don't tell you when I'm eating lunch, or what I'm eating. Occasionally you will ask, and you expect it to be nutritious and balanced. If it's not we have a conversation about it when we both can (generally at home, in private later that day), and if you feel a punishment is required, then you do so accordingly. So the days have been easy. The nights? Not so much!
Sometimes when either one of us is away we will video call if it's appropriate and we can. We can both get very creative at times, if I am home and you are away, you can find yourself giving me permission to enter your bedroom to play. Sometimes I will ask permission to sleep in your bed while you are away. But not this time, there is no playing, no several hour long conversations. The odd text from you is all I get, alongside a good night and good morning message.
That being said on Monday night around 8pm, your phone pinged you a message to say the monitor in my bedroom had detected activity. This isn't unusual, you get alerts on a fairly regular basis. But as you were working late by yourself you opened your phone and brought up my monitor. You saw me lying on my bed smiling and texting. While this sight usually brings you happiness. Unfortunately I am listening to my favourite music far too loudly. Now, the monitor does allow you to talk to me through it. But you know there is no way I would have heard you over the heavy metal screams of my favourite band.
So you sent me a text, 'hope you're having fun, call me'. You clearly saw me get the text from you, jump out my bed with excitement, go to my stereo, turn the music down, and get back on my bed. A few seconds later your phone rang, and it was me. 'Hello', is all you said. 'Oh Sir, I'm so happy to hear from you', I said speaking quickly, happiness in my voice. 'I was just wondering what you were doing, and if I was going to hear from you'. 'Do you know why I asked you to call me'? You asked, in a tone that made it known to me you weren't happy. 'Um...no Sir', I answered sitting up, you could see the look of worry on my face. I know that tone, I know what it means. What I didn't know, was why I was hearing it then. 'I don't understand Sir, I've been good, I haven't done anything wrong', I squeaked nervously.
You can be in the same room as me, or miles away, the tone of your voice is all I need to hear to know I am in trouble. 'This is a warning', you said seriously, and you saw the look of worry on my face intensify. 'If I catch your music that loud again, there will be consequences, understand'? 'Yes Sir', I responded, looking at my monitor, as I realised you were watching me, my stomach churning with worry.
Now the monitor in my bedroom isn't an intrusion of my privacy. A couple of years ago we discussed using a monitor for you to be able to keep an eye on me. At first we only used it on certain nights after we played. But it bought a comfort to me that I wasn't expecting. It was nice knowing that you were there, their is a button on top I can use to alert your phone that I need you. It saves me getting up out of bed, and I can still reach it if I'm locked in my crib. It was my decision to have it on all the time. You were a little reluctant because you didn't like the idea of invading my privacy without me knowing, but as far as I'm concerned, I have nothing to hide.
So, our agreement is that I am in control of the camera in my bedroom, if you move it to another area of the house, then you take control until it is back in my room. At any time while it is in my room I can unplug it, and your access is stopped, with no consequences. In the time we've been using it I have probably unplugged it less than ten times. I unplug it if I am making or wrapping a present for you, occasionally if I want privacy on the phone. Twice I have unplugged it when we have argued. Not as Daddy and little, or Dom and sub, but as two adults who live together may argue. Because of our dynamic, we seldom argue, but, we are not perfect.
'If our neighbours complain, you will be in a whole world of trouble. I'm not saying you can't play it, but be careful, and considerate'. You said now looking directly at me as I looked into the monitor. 'I will Sir, I'm sorry'. You took a deep breath, and with that, you moved on. You really don't hold grudges, once you have told me off, punished me, you move on. It is generally harder for me to move on than you. But that is all part of any aftercare, including this conversation.
Absolutely, aftercare needs and should include you taking care of me physically, but a small telling off needs aftercare too. Not to the same lengths, but to end the conversation straight after would be cruel. 'So tell me how your day has been', you said, moving the conversation on, relaxing your voice. It took me a moment to recompose myself, a moment you allowed and encouraged. We ended up talking for almost 30 minutes. So much longer than you planned, but you wouldn't have called, if you didn't have the time for me after. Even if it meant you would be later to bed than you originally planned that night.
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It has been one hell of a Wednesday for you, travelling, back to back meetings. You come home at 9pm to a house in darkness other than a lamp on in the living room, and noise coming from upstairs. Once again I'm in my bedroom listening to my music, now it's clear it's not as loud as it was the other day, so I have listened to you. However, it is still too loud, you still heard it outside, and you're surprised the neighbours really haven't complained. You put your things down, get yourself a bottle of water, lock up, and head upstairs. You enter your bedroom first, set the water down, and take my leash from it's hook on the wall, and head into my room. Unlike my rule to always knock before entering a room you are in, you never knock, you walk in, it is part of our living arrangement that defines our dynamic on a daily basis.
I'm laying on my bed, text chatting with friends, and you head to my stereo and switch it off, making me jump. Before I can react, be happy to see you, you stride over to me, and bring my leash down hard across my thighs. As I let out a small cry, you say 'I told you, not so loud'. You take a black marker from my desk, returning to the stereo you turn it back on, and turn down the volume button to an acceptable level. Then you put a black mark on my stereo to indicate where the volume currently is. Without looking at me you say, 'if the volume goes above this line again, I will remove it from your room permanently. You did turn it down, but not enough'. I'm now sat on the edge of my bed, my heart racing as you approach me, the dominance in your eyes burning brightly.