Trust and Control
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,949
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
"I don't understand."
"What's to understand?"
"I don't understand what you're afraid of, Lauren."
There was a pause. "If you don't need me, but I need you... then you have all the power. You can hurt me."
"So...you want to be able to hurt me?"
"Well, I wouldn't, but....yeah. I want you to be the vulnerable one for once."
***
"How's it going?"
"It's going, as always. Listen, do you remember the conversation we had awhile back about trust and about you being vulnerable...?"
"Sure."
"I...came up with a solution."
"I'm listening."
"What are you doing Friday after school?"
***
We made our arrangements. That Friday, after the dismissal bell, I waited for him at our usual place. We walked together to my lime green Volkswagen Beetle, which he barely fits into, tree that he is. The radio was on. I asked about his day, we talked about commonplace things, as we always do.
"What time do you need to be home?" I asked.
"Sixish."
I made a mental note of this; we should be done by then.
"You still haven't told me what it is we're doing," he said.
"It will be much less interesting if I tell you."
***
We pulled into her driveway. I followed her as she unlocked the front door and made her way up to her bedroom. We dropped our belongings just inside her bedroom door. She sat cross-legged on her bed and motioned for me to do the same; she has this thing about my standing when she's not, I think it has to do with my height (she says I "loom.") When I was seated, she began to speak.
"Oliver, you know I love you."
"Yes."
"But you know I worry."
"Angst." This was an ongoing conversation with us.
She cracked a smile, but looked down at her hands. "All right, yes, I angst. About needing you too much, about you not needing me, about me potentially being hurt like I have before."
"Lauren-" I began.
"I know you won't mean to, but I still have that fear. However..." she paused; "...I want to trust you." She made eye contact briefly, then returned to staring at her hands. "For that to happen, I need for you to know what it's like to be vulnerable with me."
"And I assume you have a plan to do this."
"Yes, but...for it to work, you have to agree to play by my rules."
I arched an eyebrow. "...Rules?"
"Yes, rules."
"What might these...rules...be?"
"Part of the point of this is that you have to trust me enough to agree to them without knowing what they are." Brief eye contact again.
"You're making this really complicated."
"Don't I always?"
"Yes." She was nervous. I took her hand. "Hey." She looked up, keeping the contact this time. "Okay. I trust you. What are your rules?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, as if preparing for something entirely unpleasant. "Do you know what a 'safeword' is?"
"I have an idea."
"No, I mean...specifically, do you know what it is, what it's used for?"
"Enlighten me."
She cleared her throat and opened her eyes. "I told myself I was not going to freak out during this. Okay. In...certain scenarios, a safeword is used to break character and call it off if one of the players gets scared. Do you understand?"
"Is this going where I think it is?"
"Probably, yes."
"Okay. Yes, I understand."
She let go of my hand and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and began pacing. "It needs to be something memorable that won't be used in the context of conversation." She looked at me and stopped pacing. "Broccoli. Remember it. Yes?"
"I hate broccoli."
"I know." She started pacing again. "Rule one: Safeword. You will use it if you are really scared or really in pain-" I must have been giving her a look, because she said "Don't worry; I'm fairly sure I won't actually hurt you that much, but just in case. You will not use the safeword to mess with me, because I will be exceedingly pissed off and in the situation you're going to be in, you don't want Lauren to be pissed off. Rule two: You will do as I say without question. Is that clear?"
As she spoke, her voice had become less and less nervous, more sure. "Yes," I replied.
"Good." She made her way toward the door, then stopped. The look she gave me when she turned back was very...un-Lauren-like. "Be undressed when I get back."
"I don't understand."
"What's to understand?"
"I don't understand what you're afraid of, Lauren."
There was a pause. "If you don't need me, but I need you... then you have all the power. You can hurt me."
"So...you want to be able to hurt me?"
"Well, I wouldn't, but....yeah. I want you to be the vulnerable one for once."
***
"How's it going?"
"It's going, as always. Listen, do you remember the conversation we had awhile back about trust and about you being vulnerable...?"
"Sure."
"I...came up with a solution."
"I'm listening."
"What are you doing Friday after school?"
***
We made our arrangements. That Friday, after the dismissal bell, I waited for him at our usual place. We walked together to my lime green Volkswagen Beetle, which he barely fits into, tree that he is. The radio was on. I asked about his day, we talked about commonplace things, as we always do.
"What time do you need to be home?" I asked.
"Sixish."
I made a mental note of this; we should be done by then.
"You still haven't told me what it is we're doing," he said.
"It will be much less interesting if I tell you."
***
We pulled into her driveway. I followed her as she unlocked the front door and made her way up to her bedroom. We dropped our belongings just inside her bedroom door. She sat cross-legged on her bed and motioned for me to do the same; she has this thing about my standing when she's not, I think it has to do with my height (she says I "loom.") When I was seated, she began to speak.
"Oliver, you know I love you."
"Yes."
"But you know I worry."
"Angst." This was an ongoing conversation with us.
She cracked a smile, but looked down at her hands. "All right, yes, I angst. About needing you too much, about you not needing me, about me potentially being hurt like I have before."
"Lauren-" I began.
"I know you won't mean to, but I still have that fear. However..." she paused; "...I want to trust you." She made eye contact briefly, then returned to staring at her hands. "For that to happen, I need for you to know what it's like to be vulnerable with me."
"And I assume you have a plan to do this."
"Yes, but...for it to work, you have to agree to play by my rules."
I arched an eyebrow. "...Rules?"
"Yes, rules."
"What might these...rules...be?"
"Part of the point of this is that you have to trust me enough to agree to them without knowing what they are." Brief eye contact again.
"You're making this really complicated."
"Don't I always?"
"Yes." She was nervous. I took her hand. "Hey." She looked up, keeping the contact this time. "Okay. I trust you. What are your rules?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, as if preparing for something entirely unpleasant. "Do you know what a 'safeword' is?"
"I have an idea."
"No, I mean...specifically, do you know what it is, what it's used for?"
"Enlighten me."
She cleared her throat and opened her eyes. "I told myself I was not going to freak out during this. Okay. In...certain scenarios, a safeword is used to break character and call it off if one of the players gets scared. Do you understand?"
"Is this going where I think it is?"
"Probably, yes."
"Okay. Yes, I understand."
She let go of my hand and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and began pacing. "It needs to be something memorable that won't be used in the context of conversation." She looked at me and stopped pacing. "Broccoli. Remember it. Yes?"
"I hate broccoli."
"I know." She started pacing again. "Rule one: Safeword. You will use it if you are really scared or really in pain-" I must have been giving her a look, because she said "Don't worry; I'm fairly sure I won't actually hurt you that much, but just in case. You will not use the safeword to mess with me, because I will be exceedingly pissed off and in the situation you're going to be in, you don't want Lauren to be pissed off. Rule two: You will do as I say without question. Is that clear?"
As she spoke, her voice had become less and less nervous, more sure. "Yes," I replied.
"Good." She made her way toward the door, then stopped. The look she gave me when she turned back was very...un-Lauren-like. "Be undressed when I get back."