Mrs. Meyer still owns the charterers, but I own the idea.
This story will contain: Daddyward, Dom Carlsile, lots of BDSM, oh and Constructorward. Pictures can be found in my Facebook group (Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction) at Photos in the folder named after the story. You can find there the banner made by Falling Stars
A special thank you to harrytwifan for helping me with betaing this one.
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Dinner means a few pieces of asparagus and some broccoli on a plate.
Carlisle sits next to me, watching the show I chose to watch, and starts eating unperturbed.
"Where's the meat?" I sound like a petulant child, but Christ, even if I barely have money, my meals contain meat.
"This is dinner. It should be light and full of vitamins for the body to assimilate while you sleep." He doesn't even turn to me as he answers mechanically.
I scowl at him, then mock him wordlessly, rolling my eyes.
"Not looking at you doesn't mean I can't see you," he points out loudly.
"Shit. Sorry, but…do you seriously eat this?" I gesture to the two strips of asparagus and three bouquets of broccoli.
"Eat up and stop whining. Or…the kitchen is all yours."
"Oh, so I'm allowed to walk, suddenly?" I mutter.
"Edward, I really want to talk to you more of my lifestyle and I want you to join it, but if you keep doing this, I'll keep punishing you. And it's all about pleasure, not pain," he says sadly.
"Tell me about it," I prompt him. "I'll eat this."
He shakes his head, amused. After turning off the TV, he turns to me, tucking his feet under him.
"Ask me anything, and then I'll go over the rules."
"Were you always…into this?" I ask, unsure how to call him.
"No." Carlisle shakes his head. "Actually, that's an interesting story." He chuckles. "I was in my last year of med school and with boyfriend number five, probably. They never lasted, as I told you." I nod to show I remember. "Well, Mark found this club on the Internet and begged me to go there. He was quite the exhibitionist. We didn't think much of the club until one hour into our stay. Then the corners of the club lit up, showing four cages where Doms and their submissives were playing. I was instantly attracted to one corner, where the sub had his arms strapped to a rope hanging from the ceiling while the Dom was flogging him." There's a faraway smile on his face. "At the end of the show, I managed to contact that Dom. He offered to teach me. The sad part is that Mark wasn't into this lifestyle – which changed my life for the better."
"And you found a man who liked this?"
"No. After Aaron trained me, he pointed me to subs that didn't have a Dom. The first few sessions were under his supervision, but as time passed, I was allowed to be alone with the chosen sub. Every time, a new one. I rarely returned to the same boy. Until Felix."
"The guy from yesterday?" I shout. They're together?
"Yes." He looks sad for some reason. "We've been together for a year. That is until two months ago, when he asked me out, sounding off. We met at a restaurant and he presented me to Demetri – his boyfriend, now. At least he came clean and told me that he fell in love. We broke up and I've immersed myself in calling twink subs – booty calls." He shoots me a look.
Oh.
That's why…
"Yes," he mumbles. "Let me grab the rules." He gets up, then turns to me. "You do want this, right?"
"I'd like to know the rules…and maybe talk about it more. It's truly liberating," I tell him.
"I relax best when I'm in the Playroom," Carlisle says with a nod. "Finish your food." With that, he turns on his heel and heads upstairs.
During the few minutes he's gone, I finish my meal. I'm staking our plates, ready to take them to the kitchen, when he returns and raises an eyebrow at me.
"Sit," he demands, pushing a stack of papers into my hands, before grabbing the plates and walks away.
So much for being helpful.
I glance at the top paper.
D/s Rules and Limits
Huh.
I peek at the second page, but quickly put the first one back when Carlisle joins me.
"You can look. We need to discuss them," he says calmly.
"Right." I nod and put the first page away.
Rules are made to be obeyed
I glance at him and see his blue eyes fixed on me.
Swallowing thickly, I look lower on the page.
Honesty is a golden rule.
Obedience – the Submissive will obey any instructions given by the Dominant immediately without hesitation or reservation. The Submissive will agree to any sexual activity chosen by the Dominant excepting those activities which are outlined as hard limits (check Limits page)
Food – the Submissive will consume only healthy food, provided or accepted by the Dominant.
Exercise – the Submissive shall stay fit, training at least five hours a week.
Hygiene – the Submissive will keep himself clean, shaved and/or trimmed and/or waxed at all times.
Health – the Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or put himself in the path of any danger.
Personal – the Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other than The Dominant.
I raise my eyes to him, shocked.
"Something wrong?" he asks quietly, leaning closer to me.
"The exercise bit…I think I'm doing that a lot at work," I tell him.
"Of course. Anything else?"
"I agree with everything…except the food issue. I will eat meat!"
"Oh, you will!" He smiles cunningly making me choke on my spit. "But sexual jokes aside; of course you will eat meat. It has proteins."
I nod, sighing in relief.
"Go on. Finish. Please, read the next part carefully. Ask me if something looks odd. I'm willing to test some things for you to prove they aren't as bad as they sound."
I nod again and return my attention to the papers in my hand.
Hard & Soft Limits
The Submissive must write H or S after each limit, according to his preference.
Acts involving fire play.
Acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof.
Acts involving needles, knives, cutting, piercing or blood.
Acts involving children or animals.
Acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin.
Acts involving breath control.
Activity that involves the direct contact of electric current (erotic electrostimulation), fire or flames to the body.
Acts involving playing in public places.
Sexual acts:
- Masturbation
- Fellatio
- Anal intercourse
- Anal fisting
- Swallowing semen
Sex toys:
- Vibrators (anal vibrators, bullet vibrators, vibrator wands)
- Dildos
- Butt Plugs
- Anal Beads
- Nipple Clamps
- Prostate massage
- Sex Machine
- Erotic Furniture (spanking bench, sex swings, fisting sling, bondage, smotherbox, Love Chair, St. Andrew' Cross, spreader bars)
- Penile Toys (cock rings, cock harness)
Bondage:
- 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 handcuffs/metal restraints
- Bondage with leather cuffs
- Suspension
Types of pain/punishment/discipline:
- Spanking
- Paddling
- Whipping
- Caning
- Biting
- Nipple clamps
- Genital clamps
- Ice
- Hot wax
- Other types/methods of pain
Holy fucking shit.
What I just read turns me the fuck on, and makes my skin crawl at the same time.
"Where do I sign?" I blurt out. I need to feel like I did an hour ago.
"We need to discuss your limits, but I'm beyond happy you agree to this."
For the next hour, we talk, argue and give in over the limits. Other than a few exceptions, our lists match. I left some things unmarked, wanting to test said something before deciding – like the clamps, the sex machine and the public playing.
We both agreed on no blood, urine, kids, animals, needle play. He convinced me that permanent marks on skin and the use of electric current could be pleasurable. I'll have to test that. The permanent marks mean piercings and tattoos in Carlisle's opinion.
"I've always wanted a tattoo," I find myself saying, dreamily. "Jazz was scared of needles, though."
"That's great. Oh, and another thing," Carlisle says seriously. "If you agree and sign this contract with me, I don't want to hear you complaining if I buy or pay for your food, clothes…tattoo." He looks at me pointedly.
I feel my face heating up and avert my eyes.
"Eye contact, Edward!"
I quickly look up at him. "Yes. Okay."
He smiles and takes the last page, which I completely by-passed. "You need to read this too. It's very important."
This one concerns tests and health issues. I completely agree. We need them – Carlisle needs them. I need to see if he's clean. I know I am. God knows how many tests I ran while Jazz was in the hospital. They even had poor Kenna do them.
If Carlisle needs me, I have to be available. Without doubt, that will not always be possible.
"I'm not sure about this one," I mutter, pointing to the article I just read.
"I have good and bad days at work. I usually spend my night in the playroom after bad days – those days, I want you kneeling there when I get home. It won't be often, so I bet your friend can help you. If you want…you can even bring her over. What time does your girl go to sleep?"
"It depends on her day, but usually at seven or eight." I shrug.
"Good. I'm talking ten at night for me."
I nod. "We can discuss this…if something happens and I can't come…" I suggest.
"Of course, but you'll be punished for not obeying me. It will differ based on why you couldn't arrive at the set time," he says firmly.
I have to address him only as Sir, Dr. Cullen or Master, depending on where we are.
"What about…Carlisle?" I almost pout. "I thought you wanted a relationship."
"I'll change that to meet our agreement. When we're alone, you're allowed to call me Carlisle. At the hospital, I am Dr. Cullen. When we're out with people from my cycle, I'm Sir. When we're in the Playroom, I am…" He trails off, raising his eyebrow at me.
He wants me to say it.
"M-m-as-ter," I stutter.
"A little more confident next time," he encourages me. "Now, safewords."
The Safeword "Green" will be used to announce to the Dominant that the Submissive aggress with their activity.
The Safeword "Yellow" will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the Submissive is close to his limit of endurance. It will be discussed what caused distress.
The Safeword "Red" will be used to bring to the attention of the Dominant that the Submissive cannot tolerate any further demands. When this word is said, the Dominant's action will cease completely with immediate effect. Once the Submissive relaxes, the scene will be discussed in detail.
If the Dominant makes demands that the Submissive cannot meet without incurring physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, or other harm at the time, the Submissive may make use of a chosen safeword (word which won't be used in every day conversations).
The Dominant: Carlisle Cullen The Submissive: Edward Masen
Date Date
I kind of inspired myself for the contract from Fifty :) and a lot of Wikipedia.