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“What do you drive?”
“A Macan. Doesn’t really screamlook at me, and it drives well enough. I had an Audi for a while, and I’m thinking I may go back to a car, rather than a compact SUV. What do you drive?”
“I don’t drive. Never needed to. It’s possible I’ll need to take lessons and learn, now that I’m living in a place where everyone drives. For now, it isn’t necessary because I’m never out without security, and Adelaide prefers driving even when her charge knows how.”
He changed the subject with barely a pause. “Your safeword is Nautilus, and it will be honored. Power exchange begins when we walk in your door. Normally, this would mean you disrobe before you’re two steps inside the door, but I understand you won’t want to walk around nude in front of my security, so you’ll disrobe just inside your bedroom door. No bondage on this day, not until we’ve built up more trust, but I’m hoping you own a paddle. If not, perhaps a bath brush would be suitable?”
Bath brushes fuckinghurt, but as it happens, I have paddles. “I’m gonna say the bath brush is off limits until we get to know each other a little more. I have a heavy paddle as well as a lightweight one that stings like a bitch. Also, a few different kinds of nipple clamps. I’m glad we’re in agreement to keep it to lighter implements, for now. I have canes and such, but I’m not entirely certain we’re ready for those yet. I’m happy going into this slowly with you.”
“I agree. If you have the…” He shook his head and was quiet a second. “Sorry, it took me a minute to remember the English for suction cups. I find I want to make your nipples swell before I clamp them.”
Chapter 5
Julian
The sweet scent of Silver’s arousal filled the cab of the truck, and she nodded. “Yes, I have a kit of them in all sizes, and a penis tube as well. Not sure your dick will fit in it, but mine does, and I happen to be freshly waxed at the moment.”
“Do you have someone who waxes you?” I was surprised she let someone see her genitals, and my surprise was apparently well-founded, because she shook her head. “I wax myself and completely enjoy the endorphins. It doesn’t work for me to hurt myself in other ways, because it’s just silly to flog your own back, or put nipple clamps on yourself, but Ineedto be waxed, and that keeps it from being completely ridiculous. Also, once the wax is on, there really isn’t a way to avoid the pain of taking it off. I put it on over most of my groin before I rip the first one off. Once they’re all off, you have to clean up the in-between places and the edges you missed, or it just looks sloppy. There’s no way out, once you start.”
It made total sense, but I was glad my owners had always arranged for someone to see to my waxing. I detest the process, but it would besomuch worse if I had to do it from start to finish.
“Well, I was waxed last night, before I retired for the morning, and I’m glad someone else did it, so I didn’t have to. Do you prefer your men to be waxed, or not?”
“Most leather daddies don’t shave, so that’s what I’m used to. I don’t know that I have a preference. Have you always been waxed? Is that an Italian thing?”
Again, there was no way I could be honest here. My owner prefers his playthings waxed, as have many of my other owners. It’s never my decision.
Adelaide’s telepathic voice enunciated with the tight, cold efficiency of a field report,It was the norm in the circles I most often socialized.
I decided it was probably the best way to respond, and I sent a telepathicthank youbefore I repeated it to Silver. I was unsurprised when Adelaide didn’t respond, but I didn’t regret thanking her.
I’m not sure exactly what I expected, except being in a gated community felt like she’d be in a huge mansion, but she pulled into a garage of what seemed more like an apartment. It turns out, a townhouse means a long row of individual homes that share their sidewalls. Hers had the garage on the bottom floor, and then three stories above the garage. The first level was the kitchen, dining room, and a living room. The second level was a huge gaming room on the side that faced the street, and another living area behind it, in front of huge floor-to-ceiling windows with a beautiful view of the river. She seemed to be using this space as a workout room, since there were several large pieces of gym equipment.
The top floor was her bedroom, master bath, and two closets. And with Adelaide on the first floor, Silver stripped on the second floor and headed upstairs in front of me so I had a nice view of his ass, which I thoroughly appreciated. It’s a really nice ass. Muscled and firm, but nottoofirm.
It’d looked like a woman’s ass the week before. Why did it look like a man’s ass now?
Had it seemed softer and rounder, before? Tonight, it looked more masculine — leaner, more angular, like muscle was just beneath the skin. Why? Was it my imagination? Or did Silver’s attitude affect the way others saw him?
I had no idea. He still smelled of both, but he was more male tonight. Did that mean I should take his ass and not her pussy? Fuck, I didn’t know.
Not sure I can help you with this one,Adelaide telepathed, her tone laced with amusement.
Silver went into one of the closets in the bedroom and came out a few seconds later without the clothes he’d taken off on the second floor. “It came with two closets, meant for the husband and wife to each have their own space, but I use one for my male clothes and the other for all the stuff a woman needs. A lot of my clothes are at…shit.”
He stared at me a few seconds and finally said, “Look. You signed an NDA, and if you talk about this it’ll hurt me, so it covers it. We call him Will, and it’s a pain in the ass to have to call him Byron to you. So, a lot of my clothes are in my bedroom closet at Will’s, and it’s a big closet, but there’s only one, so girl stuff on the right, boy stuff on the left, and the back wall is the neutral stuff. Here, a wall of the boy closet is gender neutral, but lots of times I want to wear girl pants and a specific gender-neutral shirt, so I have to go into two closets to get dressed.”
She rolled her eyes and added, “Yeah, first-world problems, and I’m rambling.” She took a breath, stood in place, spread her legs a little, and dropped her hands to her sides. “Sorry, Sir. Where do you want me?”
“Show me your toy stash, for starters.”
“It’s in the man-closet, Sir. I’ll show you.”
She went back into the door she’d just come out of, and said, “The girl closet has tons of shoes, purses, hair ribbons, jewelry — women need more than just clothes. That closet is jam-packed, so this one’s kind of the catchall for everything. These three drawers have my toys, Sir. And the cabinet below them.”
The top drawer was dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. The second drawer was nipple clamps, the suction cup kit, vaginal and anal speculums, and similar type toys. The third drawer was full of items, but what caught my eye right off the bat was three little cock cages, clearly made for Silver’s cock, and he said, “Gifted to me by a former Dom, since they were special made for me. I don’t know why I’ve kept them. It isn’t really my kink. I mean, as part of a power exchange relationship, it can work, but I’d just as soon not be locked up.”
I lifted them and looked at them. I’d never seen cages that didn’t need testicles.
