It's About Trust...

“Human form, Daniel!”


Shit. Danny grimaced at Ma’am’s stern tone. Yes, he had been curious. He’d wanted to know, before she came at him or sent the studly Aussie to him, what kind of punishment she would inflict.

“Daniel, please do not make me repeat myself.”

Fur receded and bones adjusted changing the warm little mink into a cold, naked man facing what he hoped would be a pain he could handle.

“Beautiful, would you not agree my indigo penquino?”

“Yes, Mistress, he is stunning.”

Ma’am’s hushed compliment confused him. Many of his partners over the years had remarked on how good-looking he was, but never had a Dominant said as much. No, to them he was nothing more than flesh to be played with and tossed aside.

“It would be even better if he showed us his eyes, rather than staring at the floor, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I agree, indigo…”

And get hit? Absolutely not!

“My apẻritif,” Danny tensed against the firm fingers at his chin, lifting his head to force him to look at her. “All relationships must start with trust if they are to be satisfying to each participant. Clearly, I do not, nor would I expect to have yours yet, but you will not assuage your curiosity by looking away, is that not correct?”

Butterflies fluttered inside his stomach. Was that a question that required an answer or was she looking to see if he was as good a sub as the Aussie, still sitting in the chair.

“You have permission to speak, Daniel.”

“Yes,” Danny cleared the fear from his throat and tried again. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good.” Her fingers left his chin and ran softly over his lips, then gently down his cheek. “In the spirit of gaining your trust I have two things for you. First and this applies to you as well, Burgess, your safe words.”

His heart leapt at the thought of having his very first safe word. He’d never known that there was such a thing or that he could have one.

“Red. Your words are red and I will expect you to use them if our play goes beyond what you can stand, either physically and/or mentally. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Red, Danny smiled to himself, like the color of a stop sign or the top of a traffic light, a true form of safety. Danny quickly glanced up at Penelope, hoping she wouldn’t see him, but she was still looking his way with a small smile on her lips. He looked back down.

“Daniel, your next gift is in conjunction with your punishment. You still need to be punished for your misbehavior in not remaining on the bed. Please kneel.”

Oh god, Danny cringed, kneeling in the past had brought with it pain.

“Very good, your original punishment was to have been for you to watch from your kneeling position as I played with Burgess. Now, however, my gift to you is that you shall retain the right to look away, as you appear to still need, and listen to us only. Do you understand?”

That was it? Kneel and listen to sex…this would be a piece of cake. He could listen to sex all day, heck, maybe he’d be bad more often if all he had to do was listen to sex.

“Daniel,” Her was voice again sharp as she repeated the question. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”