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Part 60

Fast forward to me kneeling on my cushion with a hot cup of tea. Gabriel asked if I had decided on a safe word, and I told him I had—it was “DENALI.”

He said, “Perfect. Now let’s practice it.” He stood up and asked me to join him on my feet. Then he told me to pay close attention to everything he was about to say and instructed, “Grab my hands and look into my eyes.” I did.

Then he said, “Now, ask me what my safe word is.”

I said, “Sir, what is your safe word?”

He replied, “Good girl. My safe word is TOFFEE. Now, ask me what I would like to happen when I say my safe word.”

I said, “Sir, what would you like to happen when you say your safe word?”

His response was, “I would like for you to stop what is happening, hold my hands, ask me if I am okay, and then ask if I want to continue, stop completely, or change what we are doing.”

Wow! I always thought I was just supposed to scream my safe word like it was bloody murder—this was thoughtful!

I asked, “Is Toffee really your safe word?”

He said, “Shh, shh, shh, focus, Red, focus.”

Oh yeah! Safe word. Go! I said, “Yes, Sir.”

While holding my hands, he said, “Now, Red, what is your safe word?”

I said, “Denali.”

He responded, “What would you like to see happen when you say, ‘Denali’?”

I didn’t have a clue, so I almost carbon-copied what he said: “Sir, I would like for you to stop, ask me if I am okay, and ask me if I want to continue or stop.”

He said, “Perfect! Good girl. You’re doing excellent!”

I replied, “Thank you, I have a great teach…”—He interrupted, saying, “Shh, shh, shh, let’s finish this part. I understand that you might not know exactly what you’d want at that moment, but you don’t have to copy what I said. You can change it to whatever you feel will make you comfortable. Understand?”

I said, “Yes, Sir.”

He said, “Again. Go.”

And we continued this process quite a few times. If I had to guess, we did it twenty times, but I’m not sure. We repeated it until he was satisfied.

I know I talk about it like it was a dreadful experience, but it wasn’t. I enjoyed it and learned a lot—not only about the process but about myself. At one point, I even told him to hold my face and ask me if I was okay when I said my safe word. That was new to me, but I realized it would make me feel better if the time ever came.

Once we were done, he sat back down in his chair and instructed me to place my cushion on the floor… BETWEEN HIS LEGS!

I got nervous and thought, “Holy shit! Is this happening? Am I really going to do this?” I mean, regardless, I was going to do it if instructed—but from thought to action, there’s a HUGE difference, you know?

Whatever the case, I was ready to follow his lead.

When I kneeled—exactly as he had shown me—with my hands neatly on my legs, like the good girl I was being that day, he grabbed my face with one hand and said, “You have been wonderful today. Thank you so much for your trust and for being such a good girl for me.”

I just said, “You’re welcome, Sir,” because I didn’t know if the “orientation” was over, and I didn’t want to get shushed for saying too much.

While still holding my face, I felt him gently pull me up by my chin, signaling me to follow the direction of his hand. He placed me right between his legs and instructed me to bring my arms up so I could rest them on his thighs.

I was nervous—I didn’t know what was going to happen. What if he wanted me to… you know, use my mouth? I had never done that before. Granted, I had thought about doing it with Gabriel, and I was MORE THAN WILLING, but… What if he didn’t like it? What if I wasn’t as good as Chrissie?

Fuck, I should’ve watched more porn. Maybe learned a thing or two.

He broke my train of thought and said, “How are you feeling about our relationship? How are you doing, beautiful? Any second thoughts?”

I said, “None whatsoever, Sir. I am in.”

He responded, “How about Chrissie? Are you okay with her?”

Now that was a question, wasn’t it? I mean, I was obviously okay with her and him, but the random thoughts, the flirting, and me rubbing “the girls” on her… I didn’t know how to feel about that.

I figured this was a good time to ask, so I said, “Sir, I am in and on board. Chrissie does not bother me at all. But I guess I would like to know… what is her relationship to me? Is she your girlfriend? Is she our girlfriend? I don’t know how this works, so I’m curious.”

He took a deep breath and said, “As of this moment, Chrissie is our girlfriend. However, the difference is that she is in a sexual and romantic relationship with me. Would you like to be romantically or sexually involved with Chrissie—or both? Is that something you’re interested in? Keep in mind that regardless of your answer, nothing changes between you and me.”

Ah fuck! My curiosity did me in—now I have to talk about this. I am not ready! Can we please talk about me using my mouth instead? That seems more comfortable right now.

I looked down, nervously running my nail over the fabric of his pants, and asked, “You promise it won’t change anything between us?”

He gently lifted my face by my chin and said, “Red, look at me. I already answered this question, beautiful. Let’s try not to go in circles—but yes, I promise.”

I said, “Honestly, I don’t know. There have been thoughts, but I’m not sure. I’m still getting used to being with you, and even the thoughts are a bit overwhelming at times. Do I have to decide now?”

He said, “No, beautiful, you do not have to make a decision at all. If, at some point, you decide that it’s something you’d like to pursue, all you have to do is tell me, and then we will see how to approach it. Just never feel like you have to do anything you don’t want to do. Remember, in this family, we do not do things we don’t want to do. I’d much rather you walk away from us than feel like you’re doing something you don’t truly want. Understand?”

I said, “Thank you, Sir.”

He continued, “Understanding that, I also wouldn’t be doing any of us any favors if I didn’t say the following. And I know I’m putting you in a position you shouldn’t be in so early in the relationship, but it happens, and sometimes it can’t be helped.”

I got a bit concerned—I had no idea what he was about to say. He went on, “Until you know for sure if you want to engage with Chrissie a way other than friendly, please don’t lead her on. Your opinion of Chrissie may be that she’s strong and plays too much, but she’s also sensitive, loving, and caring—and she really likes you. She was extremely excited when you told her you were going to class with her. So, if you lead her on and then tell her you’re not interested, it’ll hurt her. I know this is a lot to ask, but in the end, you’d be protecting her, protecting me, and protecting our relationship as a whole.”

Uh oh! Shit! Maybe I shouldn’t have dragged my tits all over her face during class. Fuck!

I said, “I understand, Sir…” I looked down, scratching the fabric of his pants with my finger again, and added, “But I have a confession. Please don’t be mad.”

He said, “Go on, beautiful.”

I continued, “This morning, in class… I may have put my chest on her face, on purpose… please don’t be mad, I’m sorry.”

He laughed gently and said, “What? Why did you do that?”

I said, “Well, she did it first!”

Still laughing, he said, “Now, THAT, I believe. What did she say when you did it?”

I shamelessly smiled and replied, “She said that if I kept putting them on her face, she was going to bite them… so I stopped, I promise.”

He let out a huge laugh—which could only be described as a “guffaw”—and said, “I thought Chrissie was a handful, but you’re just as bad, and now I have to deal with two of you.”

I got shy and kept playing with my nail against the fabric of his pants. Then he said, “Okay, is there anything else I should know? And look in my eyes when you answer.”

I looked up and confessed, “Yesterday I told her that I like to look at her butt, but she kept accusing me of it, so I just admitted it so she would stop.”

He laughed again, and I continued, “And other than that, I feel like she’s flirting with me all the time, but I really like her, please don’t get mad at her… or me.”

He smiled warmly and said, “Sounds like you both are flirting with each other, beautiful.”

I felt like I’d been caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do. I looked back down at my fingernail and said, “I’m sorry, Sir. I swear I felt guilty and ashamed, I won’t do it anymore.”

He lifted my chin again and said, “You don’t have to feel guilty, pretty eyes—and most importantly, never be ashamed in this relationship… It is okay. The only thing I don’t like is that I didn’t know about it, but this just happened, so it would be inane for me to be upset… But here are the rules:

First, you are to tell Chrissie that even though you are flirting with her, you’re still unsure if you want to pursue something of that nature with her. Be upfront. Let her decide if she wants to continue flirting with you—do not make decisions for her, that’s my job and hers.

You are to do this in person, not over the phone or text.

Second, you are not to rub any part of you on anyone, but if you decide to rub any part of you on anybody other than Chrissie, you are to tell me before, or immediately after.

And yes, this does mean that you and Chrissie can continue playing your games, if that is something you BOTH choose to do.

Third, and most important, you are mine—nobody else’s. Nothing goes inside you, or around you, sexually, before I do, or ever.

Again, if you decide otherwise, you are to let me know before it happens or immediately after.

When I say that you, and Chrissie, are mine, I mean it to the fullest extent of the word. But it is with the explicit understanding that you are both mine because that is what you desire, and you can break that arrangement whenever you decide it no longer works for you.

Having said that, as long as you are under that agreement, I expect you to not only honor it but to enthusiastically live accordingly. The instant it becomes apparent to me that you’re not engaged and passionate about our agreement with enthusiasm, I will end it.

Is that understood beyond the shadow of any doubt? And again, look at me when you answer.”

I agreed with everything, so I happily jumped to say, “Yes, Sir!”

Then he asked, “Are these things you can, not only live with, but live by?”

I looked into his eyes, as certain as I had ever been about anything, and said, “Beyond the shadow of any doubt, Sir!”

He said, “Good girl. Now get up—you’ve been teasing my dick with your finger for the past 10 minutes, and I can only take so much of that.”

Holy shit! I hadn’t even noticed I was doing that!

He got up, stood in front of me, held my chin, and said, “Having said all of that, welcome home, beautiful. Give me my kiss.”

FINALLY! I jumped up and kissed him.

As he kissed me, I felt his hands go directly to my butt—gentle at first, then suddenly squeezing firmly, spreading it under my jeans. His hands worked their way up to my waist, sliding under my sweater, and his touch on my skin sent that familiar shock through my being that I loved so much. In one swift move, he pulled my sweater over my head, breaking our kiss for just a fraction of a second.

His hands began caressing my back, tracing random patterns with his nails as he kissed me. The more intense our kiss became, the more I could feel his pelvis pressing against my belly, and the sensation of his penis growing and pressing into me was driving me crazy. There was just something about knowing that I turned him on as much as he turned me on.

He broke the kiss, took my hand, and led me to his chair. He sat down and instructed me to remove my pants. I was feeling bold—maybe it was bravery, or maybe it was just horniness; you can decide. I asked, “Panties too?”

A huge grin spread across his face as he said, “You’re such a good girl… Keep your panties on. I want to look at you.”

Damn it! You promised me naked make-out sessions on your bed; did you forget?

Just kidding—good girl mode, activated.

I maintained eye contact, because my Sir likes eye contact, and as I reached for my jeans and began pulling them down, I decided to give him a cheeky little cleavage show—hey, if you’ve got it, right?

He said, “You’re so beautiful… you’re doing great.”

As I stood before him, in my semi-nakedness, he simply looked at me.

Honestly, I didn’t even know where to put my arms—they suddenly just seemed to get in the way.

Do I put my hands on my waist? Do I cross my arms? Why were they so annoying all of a sudden? It was like, from one moment to the next, I had these extra arms, and I didn’t know what to do with them, you know?

He then instructed me to turn around, giving me a break from the intensity of eye contact. I felt a bit of relief, though now my ass was on full display—or so I thought.

He said, “You look fantastic. Now, put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers.”—WTF! Are we playing cops?

Nevertheless, an order is an order, and I did as instructed… though I really wanted to laugh, it was funny!

Then he said, “Now, spread your legs a bit…”—alright, if he asks me to break into song and dance to YMCA, I am going to lose my shit.

I was feeling self-conscious—a bit awkward and embarrassed—but let’s remember, I was also hyper-horny and curious to see where this was all going… still funny, though.

And just when I thought the whole thing was prancing on the edge of absurdity, he said, “Now, without using words, offer your ass to me. Simply show off your ass for me.”

I had no idea what to do, but I was determined to display my ass for him. Suddenly, I remembered that when he was showing me the exercise earlier, he had me stick my butt out… Well, that might not be what he meant, but it’s what he was going to get.

I stuck my butt out in the same way as before—I almost felt like a peacock trying to attract mates.

To my surprise, he said, “You have such a beautiful ass, Red; I love it.” Phew! It worked!

I felt good and proud of myself. Who needs experience? Ha!

As I stood there, with my ass on full display and my eyes closed, I waited for my next instruction. But it never came. Instead, I felt his fingernails tracing a path along my back, while his other hand landed firmly on my waist. Then he leaned in and audibly inhaled the smell of my hair and neck… driving me absolutely insane.

 to be continued...