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but I promptly decided against it with a grimace – she didn’t need to hear the pitiful story spoken out loud. ‘You probably won’t like the way this sounds, but I almost want to feel like I own you, like you are mine to do whatever I want with. Within the bounds of our consensual agreement, of course,’ I added.
I had suspected that Stella’s nerves had been rising over the last few minutes, but this time her large swallow was actually audible to me. Ah well, her discomfort couldn’t be helped, I decided with a sip of wine, it was best she knew what I expected from the start. ‘While you are here you are free to do as you wish unless I request you to come to me. As such, you won’t need permission for day to day things, but for the sake of formality I would ask that you refer to me as ‘Sir’ whenever we are together. Is that something you could do?’
After a brief pause where she chewed on her damn lip again, she then looked up at me. ‘Is all this stuff up for discussion? Like a compromise?’ Stella asked, completely throwing me. What the fuck? I’d never, ever, ever had a submissive trying to bargain with me. Before refusing her request I forced myself to count down from five in my head as I considered her words. It had been obvious from the start that things with Stella were going to be different, so perhaps if it kept her happy and made her more pliable I could make a concession, although that would depend on exactly what she proposed.
‘Perhaps. State your terms,’ I replied coolly, not entirely comfortable with this new dynamic to our relationship, I was supposed to be the one in charge, the dominant, not some bartering salesman.
‘Well … I …’ she paused, apparently wondering how to proceed, which left me even more intrigued. ‘I don’t mind calling you Sir, that’s fine, it’s just that this is all new to me and I think I might forget to do it sometimes and I don’t want to be continually punished for it … would it be possible for me just to use it when we were … you know …’ she shifted awkwardly on the sofa, indicating her growing discomfort, ‘… in the bedroom?’ She finally finished in a whisper.
Considering her statement, I narrowed my eyes as I thought it through. Technically the title of Sir wasn’t what turned me on, it was the submission and control aspect that did it for me. Over the years, the title had just kind of come along with it, but still, could I really compromise with her on this? It was a very alien consideration for me.
‘You’d still be in control of me at all other times, I just think that maybe that way I wouldn’t let you down as much.’ She added softly, linking her fingers in her lap as if to prove her point. I’d still be in control , fuck, her words hit on exactly the reason for my hesitation, it was like she somehow knew me far more intimately then she possibly could. Her second little sentence about not letting me down was pretty well worded too; the fact that she seemed keen to please me was very satisfying indeed.
‘But you’ll use the title when we are together sexually?’ I confirmed stiffly.
Stella nodded. ‘Yes … Sir, whenever we are in the bedroom,’ she said, apparently testing out the title. God it sounded good coming from her mouth.
‘Fine, we can try that to start with,’ I acquiesced and jotted it down on the pad. Who said I couldn’t be reasonable? ‘I should warn you though that our liaisons may not only occur in the bedroom, Stella, but regardless of where I chose to take you I expect you to call me Sir if we are having sex.’
‘OK,’ she agreed, a crimson flush spreading on her cheeks that I suspected came from lust, not embarrassment this time. I knew exactly how she felt, blood was rushing to my groin so fast right now that it was all I could do not to groan and rub my poor ignored hard-on to give it some relief.
Ever the professional, I had been making notes of our agreed terms as
I had suspected that Stella’s nerves had been rising over the last few minutes, but this time her large swallow was actually audible to me. Ah well, her discomfort couldn’t be helped, I decided with a sip of wine, it was best she knew what I expected from the start. ‘While you are here you are free to do as you wish unless I request you to come to me. As such, you won’t need permission for day to day things, but for the sake of formality I would ask that you refer to me as ‘Sir’ whenever we are together. Is that something you could do?’
After a brief pause where she chewed on her damn lip again, she then looked up at me. ‘Is all this stuff up for discussion? Like a compromise?’ Stella asked, completely throwing me. What the fuck? I’d never, ever, ever had a submissive trying to bargain with me. Before refusing her request I forced myself to count down from five in my head as I considered her words. It had been obvious from the start that things with Stella were going to be different, so perhaps if it kept her happy and made her more pliable I could make a concession, although that would depend on exactly what she proposed.
‘Perhaps. State your terms,’ I replied coolly, not entirely comfortable with this new dynamic to our relationship, I was supposed to be the one in charge, the dominant, not some bartering salesman.
‘Well … I …’ she paused, apparently wondering how to proceed, which left me even more intrigued. ‘I don’t mind calling you Sir, that’s fine, it’s just that this is all new to me and I think I might forget to do it sometimes and I don’t want to be continually punished for it … would it be possible for me just to use it when we were … you know …’ she shifted awkwardly on the sofa, indicating her growing discomfort, ‘… in the bedroom?’ She finally finished in a whisper.
Considering her statement, I narrowed my eyes as I thought it through. Technically the title of Sir wasn’t what turned me on, it was the submission and control aspect that did it for me. Over the years, the title had just kind of come along with it, but still, could I really compromise with her on this? It was a very alien consideration for me.
‘You’d still be in control of me at all other times, I just think that maybe that way I wouldn’t let you down as much.’ She added softly, linking her fingers in her lap as if to prove her point. I’d still be in control , fuck, her words hit on exactly the reason for my hesitation, it was like she somehow knew me far more intimately then she possibly could. Her second little sentence about not letting me down was pretty well worded too; the fact that she seemed keen to please me was very satisfying indeed.
‘But you’ll use the title when we are together sexually?’ I confirmed stiffly.
Stella nodded. ‘Yes … Sir, whenever we are in the bedroom,’ she said, apparently testing out the title. God it sounded good coming from her mouth.
‘Fine, we can try that to start with,’ I acquiesced and jotted it down on the pad. Who said I couldn’t be reasonable? ‘I should warn you though that our liaisons may not only occur in the bedroom, Stella, but regardless of where I chose to take you I expect you to call me Sir if we are having sex.’
‘OK,’ she agreed, a crimson flush spreading on her cheeks that I suspected came from lust, not embarrassment this time. I knew exactly how she felt, blood was rushing to my groin so fast right now that it was all I could do not to groan and rub my poor ignored hard-on to give it some relief.
Ever the professional, I had been making notes of our agreed terms as
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