Chapter 28: Rules Of Bdsm
Baron
“This is great news, Jasper. If you are sure about this decision, we need to discuss this further indeed. Are you ready to start now or would you like a few more days before we review the contract together?”
“I am ready now, sir!” He exclaimed cheerfully.
Now this is more like him, I believe. I don't want him to rush into this decision, but I must admit, I am eager to have him to myself. This may sound like I am losing my self-control but I am not. I already have a plan in mind and I trust myself to take things slowly with him.
“Does ready mean tonight?” I asked.
“Wow, yes. Tonight works.”
“Are you available for the next few days?”
“I was supposed to help Logan pack on Saturday afternoon, but maybe he could do it without me. He doesn't have that much left to move to Grayson's place. Other than this, yes, I am available.”
“I will speak with Grayson and see if it is a problem for Saturday afternoon, but I don't think so.” I said, pretty sure my friend can handle this on his own.
“So, I want you to pack a few things and be ready by five o'clock this evening. I will send a cap to pick you up and drive you to my place.”
“What? You said pack a few things?”
“I just mean pack a few things, Jasper. Take some clothes and whatever you need to spend a few nights at my place.” I chuckled, but I can feel a bit of hesitation on his side.
“Jasper, I just want to have you by my side to accelerate your training and have enough time to discuss the contract. If there is anything you dislike in what I said, we will discuss and compromise. And obviously, you will be free to leave any time.”
“I understand, sir. Thank you, I will be ready by five.”
“We are good then, I will see you tonight, Jasper.”
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The meeting with the wine importer goes smoothly, the specialist will be able to provide me with exceptional vintage wines from all over the world. Once we had agreed on my first order, I went straight home to prepare everything for tonight. I decided for a salute of veal with green beans and rice and prepared some chocolate cake for our dessert. While the food was being cooked, I rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and I still had time to set the table.
At five-thirty, the receptionist called to let me know my guest had arrived, so I walked to the foyer and waited for him. When I heard the ping of the elevator, I opened the door to let him in. He was wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt and carried a small duffle bag.
“Good evening, Jasper. How are you?” I asked as I led him to the living room. He followed me, a bit shyly, taking in his surroundings.
“I am fine, thank you. How are you?” He replied as I gestured for him to sit down on the large couch and take a seat beside him.
“I am going. Would you like to drink anything?”
“No, I am good. Thanks.”
“Alright, dinner will be ready in a few minutes. So maybe, I can show you around before we move to the dining room?”
“Sure, I would love to. Your apartment looks huge.” He commented.
“It is big, but it is not that huge.” I chuckled, which is the plain truth.
It is not one of those colossal condos with two floors and ten bedrooms.
“Let me show you around.”
We both stood up and I guided him across the house, from the living room to the dining room, to the kitchen, which lead us back to the entrance hall. As we walked into the corridor, my eyes wander to the playroom and I wonder when I will show him this specific room. We passed several doors and I ushered him into the second guest room.
“Here, this will be your room.” I said once we were inside the decorated room that shared a bathroom with the other guest room.
“There is another guest room next to yours and mine is at the end of the corridor. I thought maybe you would like to have your own space when you are here or at least for the first night.” I said with an encouraging smile.
“Thank you, this is very nice of you.” He replied, a tiny bit of expected disappointment in his time but I know he needs this room at some point.
I also showed him my office, the media room and the laundry room, then we walked back to the kitchen. We enjoyed a pleasant dinner, talking about nothing and everything so that he can loosen up before we broach more serious topics. By the time I bring the dessert, I think he has relaxed enough seeing how all tension seems to have left his body. So, I assumed it is time to introduce the subject of our contract. A piece of the chocolate cake was leaking along his chin and I had to fight the urge to lick him clean.
“Ummm, this is fucking delicious. I mean, it is really delicious.” He corrected himself.
“Thanks, I am glad you like it. I will teach you how to bake them if you want.” I offered.
“It is very easy.” I added.
“That would be great, but I have never been really good at cooking, you know.”
“Have you even tried?”
“A bit, but not really.” He admitted, casting his eyes down.
“Are you willing to discuss the conditions, rules and the likes tonight or would you rather wait until tomorrow?”
“Tonight, please.” He replied eagerly.
“I haven't prepared the contract yet but we can already discuss some of the rules and limits if you wish.”
“Sounds good,”
“One of the most important values between the dominant and the submissive is communication. On my side, I will strive to be clear on my expectations and demands. On your side, you should feel free to ask for whatever you need. You will have to tell me about your worries and your concerns. If there is anything you don't like or feel uncomfortable with, you must speak up and let me know as long as you remain respectful. We will define moments to discuss all these things on a daily basis for now, then maybe once a week after we have found our bearings.” I paused to let the information sink in and wait for him to respond before I continued.
“Respect is another fundamental value of the lifestyle and it goes both ways. As a dominant, I will respect your limits and I am not only talking about the sexual ones, but I will also try to stretch them gradually in order for you to become a better man.” He nodded.
“As the submissive, you also owe utter respect to your dominant. You must speak to me in a respectful manner. Talking back or insults are obviously forbidden, in any moment of roleplay, in a playroom or as soon as we step into the club, you shall address me as Master or sir. For the rest of the time, you can call me by my name. The rules on respect apply to any other dominant you may meet at the club. Address them as sir or if you know them, you may call them by their first names. But I will advise you to stick by the title master, is everything clear so far?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Another important aspect is obedience obviously. When I give you an order, I expect you to comply instantly without hesitation. You have to trust me when I make a decision or command you to do anything, trust that whatever I decide upon, it is because I think this is what is best for you. If at any point you disagree, you simply have to ask for permission to speak if we were at the club or in the middle of a scene or just tell me in any other situation and let me know what the problem is. As long as you do this respectfully, we will discuss it through.” He nodded his head.
“If you are to make a major decision at any point of your life and I am not around, you should find a way to postpone said decision and speak with me first. I will advise you as best as I can and I will always take your arguments into consideration. Do you have any questions?” I asked.
“Umm, this is a lot to take in, but all is fine so far.” He replied confidently.
“I want our relationship to be an honest one, Jasper as it should be between a dominant and his submissive. Faithfulness and loyalty are important, once we sign this contract, neither you nor I will be allowed to engage in another relationship as long as our agreement runs. As I told you before, these contracts are morals and of course, we can terminate them at any given time. Is this all clear”
“Yes, sir.” He mumbled.