Page 43 of Sacrificing Zoriah

We’ve been working diligently to try and find where the cult went to, but they are radio silent. The cops know everything after I wrote my statement weeks ago, but they haven’t reached outlike we hoped they would. I am trying to be patient, but it’s hard. I miss Huxley.

“Wine?” the flight attendant asks as she stops beside us. I open my mouth to say yes, but Roman speaks up.

“No, thank you,” he says kindly. “Can we get water?”

“Yes, sir,” she smiles.

“Hey. I wanted wine,” I frown.

“No alcohol includes wine, mi amor,” he says, kissing my hand. “You understand why, right?”

“I know. I know. I’m susceptible to alcoholism,” I sigh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says. “I don’t do anything without reason.”

“Do I have other rules?” I ask.

“Do youwantmore rules?”

“I do,” I say.

“Why?”

“Because I feel better with structure. I feel out of control when I have to make my own decisions. I can do it, and I am certainlynot dependent on anyone, but knowing you’ll keep me safe makes me feel more comfortable handing over control.”

“To what extent?” he asks.

“Completely,” I say. “Total power exchange. You, Ben, and eventually Huxley will have complete control… I don’t want to be treated like a child, and I definitely don’t want to be punished like one, but I do want the guidance. I want the repercussions of not following the rules, but appropriately matched to the rules broken. I won’t write lines or sit in time-out. That feels like something you would punish a child with. I am a brat, not a child.”

“It’s not just for littles,” he says. “And I can be a caretaker without being a daddy dom.”

“Right, so I want rules. I want structure, but most importantly, I want to give up my right to a safe word.”

“That is major. You know that, right?” he asks.

“I know. I have thought about it a lot over the last month, and I think that is how I want to cope. In the times that you have been in control of something, I feel the most stable. When I don’t have to think about anything and I just hand everything over to you, I feel better. I trust you, Ben, and Huxley without any hesitation. I might be a brat, and I might push back sometimes, but I want the control. I want stability,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. “Limits?”

“No cuts. Only open-hand hits. No other people besides you, Ben, and Huxley. No other woman. No porn, strip clubs, or masturbating unless done together,” I say. “As far as punishments, I refuse to write lines. I don’t want to be denied affection or connection. No silent treatment. I expect that if I raise an issue with something that is going on, that I am listened to. I want to hand over control completely, but that does not mean I want to be treated like shit or be someone’s slave. I also want the power to revoke this at any time, so I do not want a safe word as far as anything sexual goes, but I think one as far as discussing the dynamic and limits would be good. I am still learning. Of course, this is with the understanding that if I use that word frivolously or to be a brat, it still stands.”

“Okay,” he smiles. “Pick a word.”

“Apricot,” I say.

“Okay. Unless you say “apricot”, we have control,” Roman says. “I have talked with Ben and Corbin about this because Ben and I felt you were going toward TPE. So, the rules I list are from both of us but extend to Corbin if we are not around. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smile.

“First, you never have to ask to use the restroom or to handle basic needs, like eating or drinking. Just let us know if we are in public so someone can walk with you to the bathroom. You do not have to ask to speak, and you can talk freely as long as it is respectful. If you are upset, talk to us. Do not yell. Not communicating will result in a punishment of some sort. Tell us where you are going if you leave our side while in public. Rightnow, though, you are to never leave our side. Ever. We will walk with you and check the bathrooms in public. If we tell you to do something, do it without question. Afterwards, we can discuss it. If it triggers you or you feel like it might, speak up immediately, but respectfully. No drinking alcohol ever for any reason. No smoking or doing drugs. We will add and adjust things as time goes on, so we expect you to talk to us freely about any issues you have. Sexually, you do as we say no matter what. We can discuss after if there were any issues.”

“Yes, sir,” I smile.

“Where do you lie with consent?” he asks.

“I give you full consent,” I say.

“Okay,” he smiles. “Relax and enjoy the flight. We have all day to ourselves.”

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