"What are butt plugs?"
Sophie's POV
I wake up from a sharp pain on my left side, nothing to worry about.These pains are now part of my daily routine. I turn over expecting to see my boyfriend, but his side is empty and cold. I look at the clock and it reads 8:30.
Oh, right.
I sluggishly roll out of bed, stretch my stiff limbs, and make my way out of my room, to the kitchen. I head straight to the fridge.
"Really?" I groan; we are out of pineapple juice. I need to get some later today. Why does this always happen? Teddy needs to learn to-
When I turn around my thoughts come to a halt. A bowl full of cereal with the pitcher of milk sits on the place mat next to a fruit and yogurt parfait and of course a double chocolate chip muffin. It's all beautifully arranged,as if to be painted by Alexie Antonov. Next to my favorite breakfast is a tall glass of pineapple juice.
I walk over to the counter with a smile on my face. How did I get so lucky?
I take my much needed breakfast and head to the black grand piano in front of the enormous wall that is almost pure glass. I can see the sun trying to pull itself up from behind the Seattle skyscrapers, wanting to wake the sleeping city. I sit on the cushioned bench and set my meal on the key cover. I've never been able to play an instrument. My parents passed on their talented genes to me Teddy can play the piano though,and pretty well, too. Since I can't fill the apartment with beautiful chords, I hook up the blue tooth and let Ron Pope do it for me.
I don't take my eyes off the city. Every second, the sun is higher, the sky is a different color, and someone is rolling out of bed. It all happens in the blink of an eye; so I don't blink. I worry that this is how every day with our baby will be: each moment passing before I can rightfully appreciate it. Of course I could just have Teddy install cameras in the apartment so I can go back and watch footage of special moments. Plus that would add some security if anyone ever managed to break in. He would have to put up cameras in our bedroom,too. What if the baby says his or her first word in there? We can't miss that.
Thinking about cameras in our bedroom, filming everything we do, every private, intimate moment we share, I realize how incredibly invasive it sounds. I wonder how Teddy would feel about that? I keep thinking about that night in France, about what Teddy said. That he wanted to tie me up and fuck me. The thought of it was vulgar then, but maybe I wouldn't mind it so much now. Maybe I'd even enjoy it if it weren't for a sperm being so damn fast.Still, I wonder what gave him the idea? He's never said much about it, only that he was sorry. It reminds me of how secretive he's been lately.
Suddenly, I feel as if the mysterious envelope on the counter is burning a hole through the back of my head. Ugh! It's early, way too early to be thinking about that thing. The whole city isn't even awake yet. I'm not going to look at it right now. I decide instead to do some laundry. My dirty dishes are in the sink, and my phone is hooked up to the iHome. I select Take Me to Church to blast through the house. I don't worry about my notifications; I don't have to go to the Greys', and I'm not expecting anything from Teddy until this afternoon. So I can have a peaceful day without any distractions.
It is now 12:25. The clothes are washed and hung up, the dishes washing now. I even reorganized some furniture in the nursery. Teddy would be mad if he found out I moved a few heavy boxes. No matter what chores I tell myself to do, or how many times I wash the counter tops, my mind keeps wandering back to the envelope.
Open it!
Fine!
I lose the inner battle and place down the cleaning rag in my hand. I don't feel like sitting in a high chair at the bar, so I grab the paper envelope and waddle over to the plush, inviting couch. I prop my swollen feet up on the table and take a deep breath.
Why am I so nervous about opening a stupid envelope? It obviously can't be as bad as divorce papers; we aren't even married. I finally talk myself into opening the papers. They are clamped together by a paper clip and smell as if they are fresh off the printer. The paper on the front is black so I flip it over. Maybe I just had the packet turned backwards. When my eyes land on the title, the breath is knocked out of me.
THE SUBMISSIVE CONSENT CONTRACT
Made this day_________ of 2015 ("The Commencement Date")
BETWEEN
MR. THEODORE GREY of Seattle, WA 98889 ("The Dominant")
MISS SOPHIE TAYLOR of Seattle, WA 98889 ("The Submissive")
"The Submissive"
Submissive.
Submissive.
I've read through the contract once, twice, three time, maybe even more. I've lost count. Why would Teddy give me this? My heart is racing a hundred miles an hour.
Hard limits. Soft limits. Fundamentals. Roles. Service Provisions. Dominate. Submissive. Activities. Safe Words.
What is this?
Rules...
Oh, now there are rules to this whole joke?
Obedience. Personal Hygiene. Personal Safety. Personal Qualities.
I don't bother looking over those longer-than-necessary paragraphs and move onto the next section labeled, "Hard Limits." Oh joy.
No acts involving fire play
No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof
No acts involving needles, knives, cutting, piercing, or blood
No acts involving gynecological medical instruments
No acts involving children or animals
No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin
No acts involving breath control.
No activity that involves the direct contact of electric current (whether alternating or direct), fire or flames to the body.
What the hell is this?
Soft Limits:
Masturbation
Fellatio
Cunnilingus
Vaginal intercourse
Vaginal fisting
Anal intercourse
Anal fisting
Is swallowing semen acceptable to the Submissive?
Is the use of sex toys acceptable to the Submissive?
Vibrators
Dildos
Butt Plugs
Other
What are butt plugs?
What does 'other' involve?
Is Bondage acceptable to the Submissive?
Hands in front
Hands behind back
Ankles
Knees
Elbows
Wrists to ankles
Spreader bars
Tied to furniture
Blindfolding
Gagging
Bondage with Rope
Bondage with Tape
Bondage with leather cuffs
Suspension
Bondage with handcuffs/metal restraints
"I want to tie you up and fuck you so bad."
Holy shit.
It all makes sense now. How long has Teddy been involved in a life like this? How was he introduced? Does his parents know? Surely not.
I move on.
Which of the following types of pain/punishment/discipline are acceptable to the Submissive?
Spanking
Paddling
Whipping
Caning
Biting
Nipple clamps
Genital clamps
Ice
Hot wax
Other types/methods of pain
Pain? Now he wants to put me in pain?!? My brain is so fried right now. What exactly is this?
I feel sick.
Just as I stand from the couch to rush to the bath room I hear the front door creak open. I stop in my tracks and watch as Teddy walks through the door. He has his coat over his arm and is loosening his woven dark blue tie from around his neck.
I know I should ask why he is still here, at home, instead of on his way to Portland with his dad. But there is only one thing on my mind right now, and it feels as if it weighs a hundred pounds in my hand. I lift it up next to my face and pop my hip out. Teddy notices my stance and sour expression and tries to speak, but I cut him off.
"What the fuck is this?"
((Again, I know it's short but I hope you enjoyed it!))
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