Author's Note: I hope you guys are enjoying reading this so far! I know I'm having so much fun creating this story and reflecting and learning more about this lifestyle that is a huge part of my life and displaying one example of a dynamic. I do have a Tumblr account (though not related to this story) that is about BDSM and things that interest me so if you're interested, feel free to let me know and if enough of you are, then I'll possibly give you the handle of my account so you can follow (all I ask is that anyone that wishes to follow-or read- is 18 years or older)! All disclaimers from previous chapters apply and happy reading!
Unlocking the door to his apartment, one arm balancing a bag of burgers and the other holding the jangling keys not needing to turn on the lights in the brightness of the afternoon.
Jones kicked the door shut, wincing slightly at the familiar noise that became habitual when he came home. He kicked off his shoes and stepped into the living room, putting down his bag on the coffee table and flipped on the TV, unloading his pockets onto the table.
He opened the bag and grabbed a handful of fries, shoved them into his mouth before going to his room to change into sweatpants and grabbing his laptop, plunking himself on the couch with the muted TV.
Impatiently, he opened a burger and grabbed his phone to update Betty that he was home, groaning at the emails that were listed on his phone, various nervous authors and employees waiting for word on their projects, but he clicked them away, vowing to get to them later.
He opened his conversation with Betty, Hey, just got home and eating
He got antsy, opening up his emails after he heard nothing for about 10 minutes, his bag becoming light with paper wrappings and cardboard boxes of fries as he waited for a reply.
He opened up a rough draft for his newest book, already 80 000 words deep, but kept switching between the tasks, reading and making mental notes, opening more browsers and trying not to jostle his leg.
The screen finally lit up with her letter, making him reach for it instinctively, something that came as a habit the past week of them talking at night when they got home.
I just made dinner too, just taking a break from doing some editing, want to video chat?
Sure.
Moments later her contact photo of one of her silhouetted pictures from her Tumblr came up full-screen indicating a request to video chat, he opened it and set in against the screen of hi laptop, putting him into view.
Betty was sipping on water when he came into view, waving as she swallowed and his heart melted slightly at her happy face that was just for him.
"Hey stranger," he said, picking up his soda from the side table, taking a sip.
"I kind of like the dinner routine that we're getting into."
"Me too, it's like eating together, but I can be naked from the waist down when doing so."
"Are you?"
"No," he laughed, "I meant in theory."
"Well in theory I could too."
"Now that's more interesting."
"To you, but no, just sweatpants for me too, lounging by myself in latex or leather isn't a regular thing."
"Yet."
Betty laughed at his light tone, biting into his last burger, "What's on the agenda tonight Jones?"
He finished his bite and took a sip of his drink as Betty ate more of her food on the other side of the screen, "Just writing and getting email drafts done for clients. Then revising the first bit of my book, I wrote a good chunk of it in the past month in my spare time, but I haven't had time to look it over."
"Am I allowed to know anything yet?"
"Trade secret," he winked.
"Fine I won't pry, even though I want to."
"It's just rough honestly," Jones looked at a notification on his email taking a moment to continue, "It's a paranormal serial killer kind of deal and I'm trying not to get tunnel vision because I still have to, but it also means that I can't nail it down."
"I get it."
There was silence and some clicking of keys from both ends, both of them doing tasks while the other was in eye-sight, an already comforting thought.
"Apparently there's going to be a high protocol party in a few weeks hosted by a friend of mine."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," Betty scrolled her eyes over an email invitation to see the details, "It'll be the 19th, it's a Friday, but the dinner may cut into work. Would you be able to leave early?"
"You want me to accompany you?"
"Of course, aren't you my official submissive?"
Jones straightened a little, nervously brushing down the hair at the back of his head, "Yeah, it's just you haven't really trained me for high protocol and it's a public event so-"
"You don't want to embarrass me in front of my friends?"
"In so many words, yes."
Betty took a sip of her water, scrolling more, "If you don't think you're up for it, I'll go solo, it's really not a big deal."
"It isn't that I'm not up for it, it's just a public statement."
"And does that bother you?"
"Not exactly, I just want you to be proud that I'm trained and a good fit before you show me off."
"I see, but people go with casual Bottoms all the time. I just don't see the issue. If it's just the training then you should stay a few nights in the coming weeks so we can train, is that better?"
"It is."
"Alright, then it's settled. I also forgot to ask, how do you feel about service?"
"I like the idea of it, I just don't have experience. What did you have in mind?"
"Well when you're over we can start with a few tasks to get you started, like I enjoy bubble baths while I read and you can kneel by the tub in case I need anything or making me tea and setting the table for dinner. I think that will be it for the first few days unless I'm forgetting one or two."
"I actually really like the sound of those in all honesty."
"Really?" Betty sat up a bit, adjusting the phone camera.
"Yeah, in the future I want more intense things or more difficult tasks, but I really like this start."
"What things?"
"Ummm, I- I think that I-"
"Out with it boy, I don't have all night," Betty said on instinct, feeling an immediate tinge of regret for sounding so harsh, especially when he was obviously uncomfortable saying his ideas out loud.
"I'm sorry Mistress, I'm just embarrassed." Jones felt her words jolt straight to his cock, starting to get uncomfortable under his laptop.
"That's fine, but I want you to get a coherent thought out, can you do that?"
"Yes Mistress, I would like in the future to incorporate pain if I don't do a task to your standards."
"Is that all boy?"
"No Mistress, I would also like to take pain while doing tasks that you give me."
"Thank you for telling me, now was that so bad?"
"No, I've just never had to say it out loud."
"Well, I want you to get used to saying things to me, even if they sound ridiculous to you, they won't to me, understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"What a good boy," Betty said, tilting her head, gazing at him and wishing he was there with her.
"I really like that Mistress."
"You like what?" Betty gave a look of confusion to the camera.
"That you called me 'boy', Mistress."
"Oh! I guess I did, I'm glad you liked it because I do too. I'm also excited to have you over next week."
"So am I."
"With us working it won't be anything crazy, but we can space it out."
"That's probably for the best."
"Also I don't want to overwhelm you," Betty smirked, sipping on her water.
"I would love to see you try."
"Don't tempt me boy, I have years of experience over you."
"Touche," Jones smiled at the screen seeing Betty back at him.
"Question."
"I think I'll have an answer."
"How do you feel about me controlling your orgasms?"
"When can you start?" Jones joked, sitting back into his couch more deeply and making him think about how he should see a chiropractor.
"I'm serious."
"I know, it's just my natural reaction, sorry."
"I need to whip your snarky comebacks out of you, I like them, but I won't love them when we play."
"There is about a 2 percent chance I would be snarky with you in subspace Mistress."
"Anyways," Betty was trying to get back on track, stacking her dishes on the coffee table out of frame, "How do you like the idea of me controlling your orgasms?"
"In what way?"
"Well when we're apart like this you can't masturbate unless specifically told to do so, and in person I could be a little more⦠hands on."
"You would like that Mistress?"
"Yes, wouldn't you?"
"Of course, I would. I just didn't know if you wanted to do anything sexual yet."
"I didn't know if you did either which is why I brought it up, especially since you've already opened up to me tonight. Gotta have some give and take," she winked at him, fixing her ponytail, "I should really get some work done though, I'll talk to you tomorrow though. Have a good night!"
"Thank you Mistress, you too."
Jones watched her press the button to end the call, making him feel a pang of loss at the darkened screen, but put it next to him on the couch, the bright white of his screen filling his vision. Shaking his head, he typed back drafts for emails and sifted through his writing, making his need to shake his head as the words swam.
Come on Jughead, get it together.
He set the computer down and walked around the apartment, littered with books, some neatly put on the bookshelves that lined the walls of his living room amongst his movie collection, some stacked on the coffee table and chairs.
Most were advanced reader's copies of the books he helped to publish, but also a hearty personal collection that he had invested in himself, making his home a permanent reading nook.
He rifled through a stack that was next to his TV then brought it to a bookshelf to shelf books two layers deep, revealing a dark square from where the books sat, dust made most of the black surfaces in the apartment grey from neglect. Though it was nearly comforting to him, he thought about how Betty would definitely be disappointed with the clutter and dust, but it also made him a little excited to think about the punishment he would get. Maybe a caning to make him squirm at work or holding positions or getting the privilege of clothes at home taken away. Realizing he was still holding a book in his hand while staring at that dark spot, he cleared his throat and put the book into place among its other disordered brothers and sisters.
Jones sat back down on the couch, his leg bouncing as he kept rereading through his rough draft, the cursor blinking at him to continue, but his mind was wandering to where it usually had been going recently. But his thoughts of service and pain were making his cock throb with increasing need, subconsciously making his left hand start massaging it as his mind continued to wander, but he stood up, acting as if his hand had touched something hot. Breathing heavy he went to his room and opened some drawers, pulling out different lengths of rope, trying to find a suitable length, muttering to himself.
You can't even trust yourself Jughead.
He unraveled the coil of rope, soft in his hands and began to bind his left arm so it was bent, his hand to his shoulder. Though it was a slightly awkward task to undertake, his hands worked swiftly to loop and knot as best as he could, also relying on his teeth when needed.
When he left arm was successfully bound, Jones went back to his laptop and clicked through documents that needed his attention and reading, making sure that the hand that wasn't in use didn't have a chance to take advantage of his body's cravings before he could see Betty again or until she gave an official order.
Wiggling his fingers to make sure everything was alright, he pushed on, nearly forgetting the ache and getting fully back into the work mindset he was craving. When reading through a form he needed to print and sign on Monday, he wrote a note on his computer and started undoing his handiwork, massaging in a way to try and recreate Betty's ministrations, though he came to be disappointed.
Recoiling the rope and putting it at his side, he finally was able to break through the wall and continue writing through the night, unable to step away unless it broke the momentum other than to have a snack or water while he worked. At around 4 a.m. he finally closed the laptop with his eyes burning, setting it on the floor and deciding to curl up on the couch and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
