Disclaimer: The wonderful and talented Stephenie Meyer created these characters, made them into vampires, shape shifters and quirky teenagers. I changed them up, aged them, made them all human and I like it when they get citrusy. The names of the characters are hers, but the story line, and location it takes place is all me.

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Check out the A/N at the end…please.

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Chapter 11: Flowers and Plans

EPOV

I really did open my mouth and stick my foot in it this time. I know she is upset with me, I should not have asked questions about the flowers and notes. I have the feeling that those flowers and cards are from her ex, and I am jealous. I should have known it would make her even more angered.

She has been very clear on the way home what my place is, and I know it well. I am her submissive, that is it, nothing more. As much as I want more than to be just her submissive, that is all I am right now to her. I can only hope that someday, she will let me be more. I am afraid of losing her, my heart is aching. I am hers completely, but to her it is only in a Domme/submissive relationship.

The entire ride home after dropping her off, I am berating myself over and over for my stupidity. I already know that she has shut down; I can tell that from the time I got into the car in Chicago. Dinner really looked wonderful, and the restaurant was really amazing. I am sure the romantic setting of the restaurant was the last thing my Mistress wants after reading the words of my professed love. I cannot tell you one thing I ate, not that I was able to eat much at all. My Mistress did not eat much either, what a waste. I am sure it would have been wonderful if the situation were different.

As I tug a handful of my hair, I wish I could have just waited and talked about my feelings later. She wanted me to write what was bothering me, and here I did as told, like a good submissive. Only, how am I supposed to regret my own actions of complete submission. I am a submissive, her submissive, there is no way around that. I have never felt more natural in my submissiveness, than when I am with my Mistress. She owns me mind, body, heart, and soul. I just hope that she doesn't continue to push me away.

I know now that telling her that I am in love with her, was the wrong thing to have done. I just love and want her so much. I want her as my Mistress, lover, friend-I want it all. She will always be the only Mistress out there for me. Feelings of love, desire, and want scare me. I have never felt complete before, but when I am with her, I feel whole. She is the part of me that has always been missing, she completes me.

I stay home from work on Monday. I spend the day in bed feeling sorry for myself. I should have known telling her I am in love with her would not turn out well. She pretty much shut down and barely talked to me after reading my journal. The things she said to me kept going through my mind. It is like it is on a repeat reel inside my head, listening over and over to her putting me in my place.

I decide to work on the assignment that she commanded me to do. I am sitting here thinking about what a submissive relationship is to me. Picking up the pen, I start to write.

Mistress~

You request that this submissive write what he thinks a submissive relationship is, but this sub feels as if this is a trick question. There are several ways to answer this question, and all of them seem to be the wrong answer. This submissive can't even answer this question using textbook terms of what a submissive relationship is, because there is no actual definition to be found for a submissive relationship.

From what this submissive is able to deduce, there are no such actual submissive relationships. There are, however, people who are involved in relationships who partake in BDSM. From the research this submissive has looked at and the information this submissive has gathered; relationships outside of the BDSM realm are not common in people who partake in scenes together. With that information known, it means that people such as Peter and Charlotte, are the exception.

This sub can give you the definition of submissive and that is: One who gives freely of themselves for the pleasures of another. A subordinate with negotiated limits.

And…

The definition of relationship is: 1. A connection, association, or involvement. 2. Connection between persons by blood or marriage. 3. An emotional or other connection between people: the relationship between teachers and students. 4. A sexual involvement; affair.

However, you asked for what this submissive thinks a submissive relationship is. So, even putting together those two definitions, does not make it fit for what this submissive feels he has with you, Mistress.

This submissive sees a submissive relationship as a partnership. This submissive knows, that to most, it would seem strange, to call giving full submission of your complete being, a partnership, but it is, in fact, a partnership. This submissive believes that each and every Dom/sub partnership is different. The only Submissive relationship this submissive can possibly define correctly, would be the submissive relationship that he has with you.

This submissive finds defining the Domme/sub relationship in which he partakes with you, difficult at this time. Right now, this submissive is worried that he may have pushed you away from him. This submissive is scared that he has overstepped an unspoken boundary. At best, this submissive would say that he feels the easiest way to define a submissive relationship is by saying that it is scary.

When this submissive thinks of his partnership that he shares when he is collared, it's best described as empowering. This submissive feels when he gives his full submission to you, he, in fact, sets himself free. He feels free to enjoy in pleasure and pain. He is free to give his entire being over to you, and put forth the trust and devotion that you deserve.

If this submissive, YOUR submissive had to define a submissive relationship, he would say; look at the last several weeks when he has knelt at your feet. When this submissive is wearing your collar and has given over his submission to you willingly, he has also given you his whole being. A submissive relationship, or partnership, is powered by strength, driven by trust, fueled by desire, maintained by caring, and enjoyed by mutual needs.

Your submissive knows that he is not the only one that finds this relationship, or partnership, scary, when they are beyond expectations. Your submissive only hopes that this relationship, or partnership, that he shares with you is as strong as all the effort he puts into his submission to you.

With all his heart, soul, body, and mind, this submissive belongs to you.

Your submissive~

It has been two weeks and four days since we returned from our trip to Chicago. I have spent every weekend fulfilling my submissive duties to my Mistress. My Mistress has been keeping strictly to her role as my Domme, there is no longer any of the cuddle times we shared before. I am certain that she has done all she can to close off that side of herself. I can see such a huge change in her, but yet her Domme part is strong as ever. I relish in the thoughts of how she so completely controls my body and mind when I have given her my full submission.

I have done a journal assignment each week, yet she will just write a small paragraph under each entry instead of actually talking to me about them. Never once, has she commented on the journal entry she asked me to write on the trip home from Chicago. I feel that I did my best to answer her question, but I still look at it as more of a trick question.

Most of my journal entries have made my feelings clear. I have written about how I have been feeling confused with the way she has been acting. I write about how I feel my Mistress has been being hot and cold with me. One minute, she is happy and joking with me, the next she seems cold and indifferent. Her comments on these entries are always the same non-committal responses.

Tomorrow will be our third weekend together since we got back. We have only discussed our playroom scenes, and have spent no extra time together. We have planned to attend this play party at club Eclipse that will be held on January sixteenth. This will be the first party I attend with my Mistress. This will, also, be the first party I attend as a collared submissive, however, it will not be my first party.

My mom called me a couple of weeks ago to inform me that she has asked my Mistress to join us for Thanksgiving dinner. I have not been told from my Mistress if she is attending or not. My mom calls to remind me today that I need to find out from my 'girlfriend' if she will be attending. I promise her that I will let her know at our family dinner on Sunday night. My parents are so happy that our whole family is all back together again.

I supervise the finish of the build on my brother's home, and my mother decorated it. James, Victoria, and Kate moved in last week. Kate is so excited to be close to her grandparents again, and she is already making a slew of new friends. My mother, of course, has everyone in the family wound tight, about meeting my Mistress. She tells everyone that my 'girlfriend' makes the light in my eyes shine. My entire family is excited at the prospect of meeting my Mistress. My mother especially always makes a huge production about the holidays.

I am sitting at my desk slowly wrapping up my week, excited that I will be seeing my Mistress tonight. I check my private email; there is an email from my Mistress. I click it open and read.

submissive~

I will be running two hours late this evening. Eat dinner without me. Be in the playroom ready for me naked, blindfolded, and kneeling for inspection, at eight.

Mistress~

Well, I guess I no longer have to rush tonight, to get there on time. I decide to send her flowers to let her know I got the message. I start researching flowers online, and when I find what I am looking for, I walk across the street to the florist. I quickly choose the largest glass vase they have, and have them fill it with every one of the flowers they have in stock, that I chose. I write out a card, and pay for it to be delivered shortly before five.

Making my way back to the office, I notice that there is a gentleman sitting in the waiting room. After I am seated at my desk, I am told there is a potential new client that wants to see a few of the designs that I have to offer. I am not busy, so I have them send the client in.

The guy comes in and tells me his name is Allen. He and his wife are looking at having a new house built, and want to get a feel for the stuff I have done. I gladly show him several of the photos of houses that I have designed, and we talk for quite a while of what kind of things he and his wife would want. He mentions that the neighborhood is elite, and I know that it is, from the area he told me, as it is the area that my Mistress lives in. He mentions that he would want the house to be grand, because she is a lawyer with aspirations of becoming a judge. I write down his list of requirements and tell him I would be in touch in the next few days. I ask him to leave his contact information with the secretary. At least I have something to do this afternoon now, I could start designing another large house.

At five, I receive the call confirming that the flowers have been delivered. I wish everyone a great weekend, as the office clears out. I get a text and open my cell.

Thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful. Eight sharp, don't make me punish you.

I chuckle to myself and call Tangs-Red Lantern and order my favorite meal. I Lock up the office, drive over, and pick it up. I decide to head home to eat my Chinese food and shower. I have a little over an hour to kill after my shower, so I pick up my journal, and read over the last entry I made per her request.

I arrive at my Mistress' gate at twenty after seven and stop to go through security. I have gotten to know the guards pretty well, and am on a first name basis with them.

"Hello, Edward, how are you this cold evening?"

"I am doing great, Felix; I hope that you stay warm. I bet Georgia will be upset with you if you take home a cold to those new babies." I chuckle knowing that indeed his wife would be fit to be tied if he gets sick now.

"I think you might know her pretty well," Felix chuckles.

"The house is almost done, I bet you're both excited to get moved in there, aren't you?"

"I do not think that I am nearly as excited as Georgia is. I am sure grateful that your firm was able to get the plans drawn up so fast to accommodate our needs. Oh, hey…I have a delivery that arrived a short time ago for Ms. Swan, let me get it for you."

I am not sure that my Mistress would want me to collect her delivery for her, but I accept the flowers and the wrapped box, and thank Felix. I surely am not going to explain to Felix, why she might not approve of her 'boyfriend' taking her packages to her house for her. I wish Felix a great night, and go about pulling through the gate. I pull in and park in the drive, in my space. I get out of the car, making certain to get all the deliveries.

Carrying everything into the house, I place my Mistress' delivery on the table in the entryway. I make my way up to the submissive bedroom and disrobe. Quickly checking over my body for any stray hairs, even though I just showered and groomed at home, it is force of habit for me to check. I grab my silk robe off the back of the door and put it on. As I head to the playroom, I rid my mind of all the thoughts that have been bugging me and take a deep breath.

Once I take off the robe and walk over to the center of the room, there on the floor is the black blindfold. I kneel down and place the blindfold on my eyes, and wait patiently for my Mistress to arrive.

BPOV

The last few weeks have been extremely stressful. I have fielded off at least four calls a day from Mike, he just will not stop calling. I have talked to Jason about it, when I first came back from Chicago. Jason agrees that Mike is clearly not stable, and he says he will talk to Mike.

I also saw an attorney friend, and have been discussing with him what an order of protection would entail. I have all the proof I need for stalking, according to Iowa's stalker laws. Mike has been doing so many things, including trying to visit my home daily, and being turned away at the gate every time. Mike leaves me notes and candy, along with the daily flower deliveries.

I will have to get an order of protection, and if he continues to contact me, he will go to jail. Right now, Mike is calling me at work, home, and calling my cell daily. I have not answered any calls at all, unless I know who is on the phone each and every time. The daily deliveries from floral companies, at home and work both, are overwhelming.

My secretary at work has started dropping flowers off at one of the care centers on her way home each night. I throw the flowers that arrive at home right into the trash barrel as soon as I get home. I just note everything and pitch it.

I quit reading the letters and just started sending them and the daily log of deliveries to Laurent's office daily via messenger.

I choose to go outside the firm, for the issues regarding Mike. Jason and I own our firm, and there are plenty of attorneys I could use but, since Jason is related by marriage to Mike, I feel it would be a matter of a conflict of interest. I feel it is best to not 'shit where I lay', as I call it.

The stress from all of this is driving me absolutely insane! Let's not even mention, that I still have not dealt with the fact that I am in love with my submissive. Yeah, it took one phone call to Peter, which Charlotte took over rather quickly, so she could put me in my place. I do not relish being on her bad side ever, and Domme or not, she would whip my ass if I hurt Edward according to her.

I have not been able to open up to Edward and tell him that I would like to venture into an actual relationship with him. I am still working on getting myself sorted out. I thought honestly that all of this was put to rest. Mike coming back, only helped to solidify my fears. I know that Edward is not Mike, but I have to get past that fear of trust. I have to find a way to get there, to learn to fully trust Edward, as a man of his word.

There is the buzz of the intercom to interrupt my thoughts….

"Ms. Swan, you have a call from Laurent Baxter on line two."

"Thank you," I say as I grab the phone.

"Hello, Laurent, how are things going for you today?"

"Bella, I am great. I need to meet with you today. I unfortunately have appointments all afternoon. I was wondering if you could just meet me for dinner at six, and we can discuss things?"

"That will work okay, I have to reschedule a couple of things, but it will work. Where did you want to meet at?"

"I think we should meet someplace quiet, where we do not have to worry about being disturbed. Do you have any preferences?"

"I'll tell you what, Laurent, how about I order dinner for us and you come here. We will have privacy; I will not have to worry about Mike following me." I offer, thinking about how Mike follows me.

"That would work just fine by me," he says.

"Okay then, I am going to order from Zio Johno's. What would you like?"

"I will have a large order of lasagna and garlic bread and get me a gondola as well."

"Laurent, are you eating for one or three?" I ask, laughing at him.

"I am a growing boy," he says chuckling.

"I'll see you at six then. I have a lot more notes for you today, too," I tell him.

He sighs saying, "I'll see you at six."

I look at the time and see it is only two, knowing full well that Edward would check his email, I shoot one off to him quickly.

Just before five, my cell phone rings and I see that the caller is Esme. I answer and confirm that I would indeed be at her home for Thanksgiving. I have not yet told Edward, I would have to remember to do so on Sunday, when we talk.

I was originally going to Peter and Charlotte's, just like I do each and every year for the holidays. I made the mistake of telling Peter, that Edward's mother had invited me. Charlotte overheard and dis-invited me from their house. I have to go, Charlotte knows I am invited; I would not put it past her to deliver me to Esme's house herself, if I did not go willingly. I may be a Domme, but I still am scared of my little submissive friend.

The intercom buzzes again.

"Ms. Swan, everything here is wrapped up for the day. Is there anything else that you need before I leave for the weekend?"

"No, Lauren, just have a nice weekend," I say.

"Yes, ma'am. A rather large bouquet of flowers just arrived. These say they are from a Mr. Cullen. Should I dispose of them as I do the others?"

"No, please bring them in, and be sure that you give me the log of the deliveries for the week, so I can pass that information to Mr. Baxter."

"Yes, ma'am," Lauren says.

Minutes later, I am looking at this enormous bouquet of what must be five dozen roses. There are buds all the way to fully bloomed roses. They vary in color from a bright yellow to a deep orange. I quickly grab the card and open it. It is hand written and that tells me that not only did he do this himself, but he put thought into this choice. I am very curious to the meaning of the flowers, but first I want to read this note.

Mistress~

Your submissive wanted to send you some flowers that represented what he sees in you. He took a long time researching the different flowers, colors, and the meanings behind both. Roses in all forms mean love or some form of love. Orange means desire and yellow means devotion. When placed together, the meaning is simply, passionate thoughts. Anytime your submissive thinks of you, it is with passionate thoughts. Your submissive will be ready and waiting for you at eight.

Your submissive~

I quickly send him a text and wish Lauren a lovely weekend. She leaves taking the large arrangement of carnations that arrived earlier from Mike. Looking over the list of the items received this week, makes me shake my head. I call and order supper, and get all the new paperwork together for Laurent.

I drive home, and I could see that yet again, there is a car following closely. I turn three times in places, I normally did not turn, and each time the car follows. I know it has to be Mike. Is this idiot ever going to leave me alone? I call the police and drive six miles out of my way, and finally, I see the car behind me get pulled over. I hurry home and agree to go to the station tomorrow to sign a complaint.

I get to the house and see yet more crap that Edward must have brought to the house with him. More flowers and more crap, I take a photo with my cell, send it to Laurent, pitch the flowers, and sit the other stuff aside to take to him tomorrow. I hope that Edward is not upset again, about the flowers and things. I have yet to tell him what is going on, but then I have not really talked to him much, other than discussing just playroom activities.

I have been very cold, and unclear of how and what I want, other than to push him away. I am starting to feel like I cannot make up my mind sometimes. I want to hold him off, and drag him closer at the same time.

As I walk closer to my bedroom to change, I glance at my watch, it is five after eight. I quickly take off my jewelry and clothes. I grab a black silk robe and slide my feet into my black stilettos. Grabbing the first collar my hands touch, I head out of my room. I need to unwind, taking a deep breath I start walking toward the playroom. As soon as I get close to the door, I feel the warmness inside slip away. It is hard to explain, but as his Domme, I care, and I take care of him. I cannot connect the Domme and Bella parts of me in the playroom.

Click…Click…Click…Click my heels make across the floor. There, kneeling in the center of the room, is the most responsive, impressive submissive I have ever worked with, or collared before. Having grabbed the thick leather fur lined training collar off of my dresser, I stand before him.

"I see that you listen to your directions well, slave boy. You may verbally answer any questions tonight, as well as use your safe words, if needed. No other sounds will come out of your mouth. Do you understand, slave boy?" I say harshly.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Accepting and wearing this collar, means that you are giving to me your full submission. Do you wish you give to me your submission?" I demand.

"Yes, Ma'am," he says as I start buckling the collar around his neck.

"You may show me your appreciation now, slave boy." With no emotion in my voice.

He places his hands on the floor and lowers his mouth to my feet. I feel his tongue as it licks along the edge of the stiletto. As he covers both of my feet in kisses and licks, I feel the dampness that his mouth always causes.

"That is enough of your mouth for now, slave boy. Stand where you are, and I will lead you where I want you," I command him.

As he stands, I can see that he is fully erect already, but then, he is always ready for me. I want tonight to be about pleasure, so I lead him over to the bed.

"Sit on the bed behind you," I tell him.

He sits down, and just seeing the way that his muscles play across his skin makes me want him. Watching him as he waits for his next order, you can see the trust he has in me. The way he is wearing my collar, blindfolded, makes me want to just push him back and ride him right here. I feel so out of control, I need to reel it in, before I fuck up. Silently, I clear my throat, and take a deep breath to regain my composure. Emotions have no business in my playroom. While I am in here, I can escape, and I don't have to think about our relationship outside the room.

"Slave boy, you are going to be given a few options this evening. You must choose one option each time. Each choice you make, will steer the outcome of the scene tonight. Do you understand?"

"Mistress, your submissive understands," he says.

"Very well, first choice is leather or metal?"

"Metal, Mistress," he says.

"Clamps, or clips?" I respond quickly back not giving him time to think.

"Clamps please, Mistress," he breathes out.

"Vibration, or stationary?" I snap.

"Vibration, Mistress, please."

"Back or knees?" I finish up with my questions.

"B…back Mistress," he stammers out.

"Slave boy, am I making you nervous?" I bark out in a half laugh.

"Mistress, your submissive is not nervous," he replies quickly.

"Hmm, then what is your problem, slave boy, you're a stuttering mess. Breathing hard, and your cock is so hard and twitching each time, I speak to you." I smirk.

"Mistress, your submissive is aroused by the thoughts of what you could have planned."

"Make sure you keep those thoughts aside, slave boy, your submission, body and mind is mine. I will not blink an eye, if I have to turn this from pleasure to punishment. Now, last choice and make sure you choose well. Choose a number between one and ten," I demand.

"Nine, I choose nine, Mistress."

Not bothering to let him know what I am doing, I walk across the room to get the scene ready.

I grab several things placing them on the tray. I know that he can hear the things being set on the metal tray. The sounds, that the cuffs and clamps make as I place them on the tray, cause my slave boy to jump each time. I smirk, as I make sure each item I add to the tray causes a reaction from him. I turn on a couple of the different vibrators knowing that hearing the buzzing sound will be felt in each throbbing place in his body. I love depriving him of one of his senses; it heightens the others for him immensely. I know he is driven by his desire and anticipation. Once I have everything I need, I make my way back across the room.

"You said back, so turn and lay back," I tell him, as I grab the metal handcuffs from the tray.

"You said metal was the route you wanted to go so metal it is," I remind him as I put the first handcuff on his right wrist and attach it to the bedpost. Quickly going to the other side, I use the other handcuff on his left wrist.

"Lift your bottom and scoot down until your arms are stretched straight, but comfortable. What is your color?" I ask, as he follows the direction I give him.

"Green, Mistress, your submissive is green."

"Clamps are next. I have a few different clamps we are going to use tonight," I inform him.

I lean down and bite hard on his right nipple, I feel his body react, and see his cock twitch. I blow on the flesh as it puckers tightly. Using the tip of my tongue, I make a circle around his tight flesh. I bite down again and suck on the taunt flesh, then I place the weighted clamp on his reddened nipple. Repeating the process on his left nipple, I can see the more punishment I give, the more his cock is weeping.

"I see my slave boy has some of his juice leaking from his big hard cock. Should I see how it tastes, my little slave boy?"

"Ye…yes Mistress," he stutters out.

"What is your color?"

"Mistress, your submissive is green."

"Very well," I say as I straddle his unbound legs.

"I believe that you chose vibrating, so I will get to that after I take care of this leaking issue you seem to have," I tell him as I lean forward and lick from the base of his hard cock to the tip. Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I moan as I take the whole head inside my mouth. Sucking hard, and then pushing the tip of my tongue into his slit, I let his cock slap against his stomach.

"Hmm, slave boy, that cock tastes so good. I think you need to taste it too," I tell him as I move up and thrust my tongue into his mouth.

While kissing him, I make sure that my dripping wet pussy is trailing its wetness all over his cock. I am grinding on his cock when I reach down with both hands to his nipple clamps. They are weighted down with the vibrating eggs. I turn them both on to the lowest setting, as I bite down on his lower lip.

"What is your color, slave boy?" I ask as I move down his body. Pushing his legs apart, I kneel between them. I scratch my nails down his sides, over his hips and down his thighs.

"Your submissive is green, Mistress."

"Bend your knees and place your feet flat on the bed."

I lean to the side enough to grab the things I want from the tray. Placing the items alongside me, I sit back up. I pinch the skin around the base of his cock until the entire area is red. Every pinch makes his cock twitch, and more pre cum leaks out. Lifting his balls up with one hand, I pinch his perineum, pinching and twisting over and over. Once I have the area ready, I place the final weighted clamp there and tighten it. The egg hanging from it is lying right against his asshole. This egg is a remote egg and I flick it to life for a few seconds, then turn it back off.

"What is your color now, slave boy?"

"Green, Mistress," he moans out.

"Well now, slave boy, it is time for you to give me nine orgasms. I think I will ride your face first. Does that sound good to you, slave boy?"

"Yes please, Mistress."

Working my way over his body, I lower myself onto his face, my slave is very good at driving me over the edge and within minutes he sends me spiraling. Never relenting, he continues licking and sucking and before I know it, I have back to back orgasms.

I move and position myself back between his legs. I lean forward to take his cock deep into my throat, humming, as I pull back. Taking a deep breath, I lower my mouth back to the base of his cock. I feel him twitch, and I swallow against his cock. Grabbing the remote, I click the vibrations to high. The vibrating weights on his nipple clamps are still on the low setting, but the perineum clamp is on high.

"Does that feel good, slave boy?" I ask as I release his cock out from my mouth with a loud popping noise.

"Yes, Mistress, so good, Mistress."

"What is your color, slave boy?"

"Green, Mistress," he says quickly.

"Sounds to me like you might be a little too excited. You still owe me seven orgasms, slave boy. Are you up for that kind of challenge?"

"Yes, Mistress, your submissive loves to make you cum. Your submissive loves you, Mistress," his body freezes as the last words come out of his mouth.

"RED," I shout. I quickly turn off the vibrators. I release the clamp on his perineum, making sure to apply pressure to the skin to not cause more pain than necessary. I can see that his erection is now flaccid, he knows he fucked up. I move to his nipples, remove those clamps, and again take care in making sure he is in the least amount of pain. I move to his arms where I remove both sets of handcuffs and rub down his arms. I leave him without a word and go to the bathroom to draw a tub full of hot water for him to soak and relax his muscles in. I enter into the playroom, and walk over to the bed where he is still sitting.

"Up now, and into the bathroom to get you washed up," I say.

"Mistre…" he starts to say.

"SILENCE!" I all but scream out. "I called RED, tomorrow we can discuss this, but tonight, it is not going to happen."

I walk into the bathroom and he follows, I remove his collar without a word to him. I motion for him to get into the tub and he lowers himself into the water.

"Are your arms or wrists sore?" I ask.

He shakes his head letting me know that he is not sore. I pick up the liquid soap and bath sponge and scrub his back, arms, legs, and chest. I use the spray attachment and wash his hair and condition it. When he is all clean and rinsed, I grab his towel. I hold it open for him as he steps out of the tub. I wrap the towel around him, and put on my robe. I pull the drain lever on the tub, and goes to get his robe.

"Put this on," I tell him as I hand him his robe.

Mechanically, I turn on the sprayer and spray out the tub, and go into the playroom and grab all the items to be cleaned and sit them on the counter.

"Clean these vibrators, metal clamps, and cuffs then put them away. Take off the dirty sheets, put them in the washer, and start it. Put a clean change of sheets on the bed. I will see you in morning for breakfast at seven sharp," I tell him as I walk away without looking at him.

I glance at the clock and it is four in the morning, I cannot sleep. I have never had to red ever in the middle of a scene before. I know it is him slipping, but I need him to be in the scene, not wrapped in other emotions. I never re-collared him after the bath, and I feel as if that is a huge mistake.

It is going to be a very trying day, when I get up. If I ever get to sleep, I am sure I will look great. There is a lot on my mind, a much needed talk with Edward, and a lovely visit to the police station.

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A/N: The Sunflower Awards are taking nominations right now, currently TeamallTwilight has been nominated for:

Best Edward….A Sub Search

Best Bella….A Sub Search

Best Esme….My Sisters 3

Best Charlie….My Sisters 3

Best other character…Sam….My Sisters 3

Best All Human Story…..My Sisters 3

Best Reviewer…(meaning I review stories I read)

AND

Cullen Confection was nominated as best BETA.

Nominations are open until: April 30th

Voting starts on: May 4th and is open until May 25th

Winners will be announced on: June 4th.

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As always I need to send out a very special thank you to the wonderful ladies who help me make this story readable. My beta CullenConfection, is so awesome. Be sure to check out her story 'Boys Of Fall'. The wonderful and talented butterflybetty, who pre-reads for me. Be sure to check out her MANY wonderful well written stories. Last but not least by any means, Jess2002. Not only a great pre-reader, but also talented author of many stories, and her hot ass story 'Sugar Daddy Needed' is killer. These three ladies help me more than they even begin to realize, and I am very grateful to have them.

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STORY REC: A Year of Hell by: Weekitty

Summary: Edward has known Bella for 5 yrs. He's getting to know her more and finds something he didn't know he's been looking for. What happens when someone comes to take her a way from him? Can he fight his past and present to keep her safe?

I am helping this author with this story and a couple of the chapters are hard to read, but we are working on making it better. If you can get past a few minor mistakes this is a really good story. Give her a chance and tell her I sent you.

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Thanks to all the loyal readers and reviewers out there, as always if you review you will get a teaser from the next chapter... As always teasers are subject to change. Let me know what you think…Pretty please with sugar on top and a side scoop of my yummy Edward tied to a bench.

Peace…TAT~