For this chapter I want to dedicate it to Amanda_kate1414. She pushed me to write this chapter. So it's all her's.

Our beautiful John^^^

October 29, 2017

Within the lifestyle there is one thing that everyone learns. It is the first and most important part of the lifestyle something that dominants and submissives alike must learn.

Communication, the ability to speak and talk freely. There is no room for not having open communication. I as a Domme must be open to tell John if something is wrong. John as a submissive must feel free to talk about any concerns he may have.

We work together to keep this open communication between us. In every BDSM relationship open communication is somewhere, in some form, in black and white. The outline of what each person is expecting from the relationship is clearly stated.

Some consider it a contract of a sort. Even though it is not legal binding, it is the foundation of the relationship. As the relationship grows the foundation must grow as well. Changes in the contract reflects the growth.

That's the way we keep communication as the key. I believe that more marriages would survive if those in the marriage would communicate more. Much like my own marriage failure, the lack on communication was the reason for its demise.

Often we dominants seek out others to help guide us in making our own relationships stronger. Much like today, Owen came to me for help on the best way to explain why he was married to a woman to Micco.

"The best way is to start with how gay rights were in Scotland as you grew up. It will help him understand what was in your father's mind at the time." I take a sip of my coffee. We often talk over coffee early in the morning.

"Tis gonna be a long talk. That's fer' sure." Owen shakes his head. "Do ya' think he will be mad?"

"Hell yeah, but that's when you remind him to not let the past color his future. We learn from our mistakes in the past, so we don't repeat them. He will understand and you must listen to all of his concerns." I tell him.

If I had learned this lesson early in my life, Griffin and I would never been married. Of course I would never had my kids. Maybe even never got the opportunity to know John. Even with the failure of my marriage I am thankful for my relationship with John. Most of all I would give up nothing for my children. Especially on a day like today.

"Mom! There he is!" Katie brings me back to reality. I look out over the vast field of soldiers to see Donny marching along with his fellow new warriors. The early morning light makes them all look so handsome.

My heart beats faster, my eyes get blurred with tears. I have to blink fast to keep him in sight and my eyes clear. He stands at least a head taller than those around him. I can't hide my pride as I watch him take his next step in his life.

Katie holds Lanie close to her as we watched the celebration of graduation from boot camp. John stands with me as I look on as my son takes a step closer to becoming the man he is meant to be.

"Uncle Don!" Lanie run on short legs into the open arms of her hero. The past months he has been away she has missed him most. He swings her in his arms. We all get the chance to congratulate him. As we walk from the grandstand back to the parking lot I get a big reminder of my own failure to communicate.

"Char?" Like a blast from a cannon, I stop dead in my tracks. I watch as Griffin walks over with a cute blonde trailing not far behind him. He has changed so much. His long dark hair is gone. It has been replaced by a shorter salt and pepper version. His full trimmed beard has been reduced to nothing more than a mustache.

"Griffin, how are you?" I try my best to sound friendly. I can't help but to remember how I once cowered in his presence.

"Good, you?" He answered. I only nod, the old feelings of submission well up in me as I look in his eyes. I can still see the hardness in his face.

We do our upmost best to be happy for the kids as we help Donny celebrate his success in the army. Griffin has invites us all back to the club house for a bar-b-que lunch. He even makes a effort to make sure John is coming.

The lunch is like a trip down memory lane. There were alot of old friends that were happy to see John. As well as myself and the kids. All day the old feelings I had during my marriage keep cropping up in me. Everyone was congratulating Donny. I try to make sure Donny is the focus of my day. It helps me remain in the moment, and not get stuck in the past.

After lunch the celebration slows down a lot. About six couples are left sitting around talking about old times and cracking jokes. The old club house is just as I remembered it. Jukebox in the corrnor, pool table off to the side, and a bar just as you walk in the door. With the open rafter ceiling it is just as Griffin's dad made it all those years ago. We are all crowded around one of the tables in the center of the room.

Clark, one of the more obnoxious men in the club, hits on one of my hard limits. He makes his wife the butt of a crude sex joke like she didn't matter.

He made a joke about his wife and their sex life just to make himself look big in front of his friends. "Well, I got more than enough for Jin to choke on. And she does, often." He leaned back in his chair and patted Jin on the sholder. All of the men sitting around the table burst into laughter at his wife's extreme embarrassment. All the women at the table laughed, but you could see that they were embarrassed for their friend.

Griffin chuckled with the men, but he never takes his eyes off me. I know he trying to see if I am still that woman. The one who would let such thing go, and not stand up for the injustice of the this situation.

I feel myself retreating back into that space he use to put me in. Untill I catch a movement in the corrnor of my eye. The young girl that is with Griffin today shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

That's when I see it. She is what I was all those years ago. She has the young boby, that requires no workout at all. Where I spend 3 hours a day in the gym fighting father time to keep what I have. I can't see any wrinkles on her face, not like I see in mine, every morring when I get up and look in the mirror.

She is where I was all those years ago. If I had just grabbed the gold ring when I had a chance. My life would have been very different. I can't let it pass me by again.

John shifted in his chair next to me. I know he can tell that something has been off with me for most of the day. He let's his shoulder rest against mine as if to lend me some of his strength.

I have a choice, eather I slip away like a thief in the night. Or stand up and show Griffin that he can not push me around.

I could no longer hold my tongue. The Domme in me couldn't let this slide by. I slowly sat forward in my chair and locked eyes with Clark. "If done right it wouldn't matter what size you have. Choking wouldn't be a issue, the real issue would be what to use to gag you to keep your mouth shut so she could enjoy the sex." I stated, as all around the table went deathly silent.

John sat up a little straighter in his chair. I know he realized I was in my dominant moad. All the women at the table were looking to as if I held the key to life. While the men looked like they were scrambling to think of a quick comeback. They were all failing terribly.

"What do you mean if it's done right?" Griffin's new girlfriend asked shyly.

Griffin being the true leader of the pack was the first to speak up. He chuckled with his next statement. "You sound like you been practicing." His chuckling stopped when I stood up quickly.

It only took me a moment to find a rope that had been left on a near by counter. I grabbed it up and moved to stand in front of Griffin.

I look at the woman in the group turning this into a class on dominants.

"The most important thing to remember is that all toy's, no matter how bad they've been, need a safe word. To stop play if it gets to be to much for them." I told the women at the table. All the women at the table seemed to like that this little get together had turned into a teaching opportunity. They all had deviant smiles on their faces.

"Pick a word!" I looked at Griffin. He smriked at me, and got to his feet slowly.

"Your crazy." He scoffed. Thinking that I would back down from him.

"Keep those words in mind. Use them if things get to be to much for you. Hold your hands out!" I demanded him. My tone gave him no other but to comply. The other men at the table cheered him on. Well, all but John, he was watching every move I was making with careful eyes.

I quickly bound his hands and threw the loose ends over the exposed rafter above Griffin's head. I pulled the rope until his arms were at their full length. When I was satisfied I tied the ends to the heavy redwood table we are sitting at.

"There are many different types of punishments for bad toys. One of the must effective is orgasm dental." I informed the women at the table. I snached the blue bandanna from Griffin's side pocket of his jeans. He has long lost his smug smile.

As I fold it into a suitable blindfold I turn my back on Griffin. "Sensory dental is very effective in helping with this type of punishment. When your toy can't see his other senses become more intensely aware." The women at the table laughed at I blind Griffin. The men seam to get strangely quite.

When I know he can no longer see me I motion for Griffin's girl to stand and quietly move in front of him. I make sure she knows to remain silent as I stood just behind her. This gave Griffin the illusion that I was the one playing with him."If I were in my play room the toy would be completely necked, but we will just has to make due for this demo." The women chuckled again as I silently told the young woman to unbutton Griffin's shrit.

When his lean chest and washboard abs were on full display for all to see. I grabbed my cup of ice water I had been drinking. I had the grinding young woman get a large piece of ice from the cup. "We now will find the most sensitive parts of the toy's body." I slid my endex finger down the side of my own neck so the young woman knows where I wanted her to start.

The she happily slid the ice slowly over the skin of Griffin's neck. As he hissed at the contact.

"Next we move slowly down to the chest." She once again did as I said. "Make sure you take you time with his nipples. They are very sensitive and your toy's response will be instantaneous." As if on que Griffin back bowed when the ice came in contact with his nipples.

"Finally, we move to the fun part. The happy trail. By the time you get to this part you sould be able to see how badly your toy wants to get his release." All the women at the table all leaned around to take a long look at Griffin's need pressed against his jeans. The men at the table shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

"No more" Griffin gritted through his teeth. As his new girlfriend was still swirling the ice on his lower abs. I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her fun.

"The one thing all of you need to remember most." I pulled the blindfold. Griffin blinked then his eyes widen as he realized that his girlfriend had been the one in charge of the ice. "Always play with your own toy's." With that I released Griffin. He looks very flustered that he didn't get to cum.

"Well I think it's time to go. John, you ready?" I look to John. He nodded and stood up. I could see that he was happy that I never touched Griffin.

When we get to where our bikes are parked in the yard. I have make sure John is ok with what I did. It was wrong for me to go off with his knowledge. "I would never betray you like that, you know that right?" I say as we stand between our bikes.

"Yeah," John paused choosing his words carefully. "It just felt weird. You with him. It's crazy I know but I can't help it."

"Nothing you feel is crazy. I just needed to show him that I was not the same woman he married too. You are the only man I want or need now." I pressed my body against his as I pulled him down for a kiss. "I am sorry for not talking with you before I started."

My favorite shy smile appeared on his handsome face." I understand. It's ok, I am ok." I winked at him as we mounted our bikes and drove off.

Once back at the club I am busy with the upcoming holloween party. The club decided to have a costume party in the public night club area. All the submissives on both sides of the BDSM part of the club will up dress as their favorite Disney characters.

Of course we sadistic dominants had to go along with this and dress in the same manner. Though we all plan to go as the villains of Disney. I was excited for the chance to dress up as what I thought was one of the worst villains of them all.

Cruella De Vil, to me, she was hands down the top of the villains in my eyes. What could be worse that killing puppies for their skins to make a coat.

Of course my version of the villain was just a bit sexy for the Disney crowd. With a black silk slip dress and a white kimono robe that was hanging off one of my shoulders.

John and Bull stand at the end of the bar both dress up. Bull is the genie from Aladdin. John was my favorite Greek demigod, Heracles.

We were all having a great time. Owen in dressed as Fergus from Brave as his puppet Micco went with the costume of Kocoum from Pocahontas.

We dominants were seated around a table to the right side of the dance floor. When a gray haired woman with cold blue eyes came up to where we sat.

"Aye, I knew I'd find you here among your hoore friends." Her Scottish accent was thick. As she looked at all of us in discuss. I knew this woman with sour face could only be Lizza, Owen wife.

Owen shot to his feet and was in her face so fast that none of us had time to react.

"What are you doing herr?" Owen asked. Micco showed up by his side as if from thin air. Lizza gave Micco a nasty look before answering Owen's question.

"I'm just here to give you news that you would have known if you would spend a little more of your time with me your wife than here with this trash." Her cold blue eyes were trained on Micco face.

"Spit it out Lizza, I have no time or patients for your games." Owen stepped in between Micco and Lizza.

"Well, it's your father, he gravely ill. He is on his death bed." Lizza smiled at the shocked expression that we all had. With that she turned on her heals and left us all shocked.

Owen's father^^^