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Deep down, I wanted him to be mine andonlymine, but that didn’t mesh with the fact I wanted a Master who owned me, so I only had some minor changes to this section, including the fact I didn’t need to hear about any women he was with unless he thought someone might bethe one, and then I needed to hear about her from the start.

He agreed he’d let me know when he thought he might have found her, but he wasn’t promising to tell me any details unless he thought it was beneficial to do so.

We’d long-since finished our meal and dessert when I got to the end, and he helped me clean up while he explained what would happen next.

“I’m going to give you some exercises to do while I rewrite the contract. We finished eating nearly an hour ago so your food should’ve settled, and I need to know your limits. You’ll do as many reps of each as you can, and then you’ll do even more, until your muscles completely fail and you have no choice but to stop. This should be long after the muscles hurt, do you understand?”

“I do, and it’s hard not to call you Sir for this.”

“Once we’ve agreed on the contract, Davy.”

I nodded instead of saying something verbally because it felt wrong not to acknowledge our relationship when I answered him.

“Put some shorts on while I use the bathroom. I’ll meet you back in your living room.”

It isn’t like there are rooms in my house. It’s more like a kitchen area and a living area, but I didn’t correct him. I had to move the chair I’d sat in and then squeeze tight to get up the ladder without lifting the table back to the wall, but he said he was going to redo the contract on his laptop, so I assumed he’d need the table.

When I came back downstairs, he was sure enough sitting at the table with his laptop, and I saw him take note of how I had to maneuver to get past the table, but he didn’t comment on it.

“Show me your version of a crunch.”

I’d bought this old-fashioned braided oval rug at a second-hand shop, and I was happy for its thickness when I settled on it and started doing crunches.

“Cross your arms, touch your shoulders, and go slower. Hold the crunch for a count of slow three or fast six, and then down and back up.”

He coached me through the way he wanted me to do it, and then said, “Okay, show me your push-ups.”

He didn’t have much to critique on them, thank goodness, and he said, “Now show me a plank.”

Going from push-up to plank is pretty easy, and I must’ve done it right because he said, “Excellent. Do crunches to failure, make a note of how many, and then run sprints back and forth to your mailbox, out and back five times should be about a quarter mile. Then do push-ups to failure, note how many, sprints back and forth to your mailbox again, and then use your phone to time your plank — stopwatch mode, counting up. No rests between anything. Do you have something you can write your numbers on?”

“I can make notes on my phone.”

He nodded and focused on the laptop, which told me it was time for me to get started with my crunches.

Chapter 10

Will

I wrote out a few more rules for him based on his list and our talk, and made a note that he’d have a list of his rules on the playroom wall, and we’d add them to it as they came up. If he disagreed with a rule the first time it was given, he could negotiate it at that time, but once he accepted it, he’d be punished in the future for not abiding by it.

I incorporated the rest of his list into the contract, made adjustments in all the highlighted areas, then went over my handwritten notes again and made a few more changes.

He would spend his entire weekends with me, from Friday when he got off work until time to return to work on Monday. He’d said he might need to go in on Saturday if he got behind, so I referenced the clause about his work obligations coming first. We’d deal with changes as they came up.

I added text to be clear there would be no piercings or other body mods during this temporary contract, and made a note that everything possible will be done to keep the public from figuring out who he is if we’re seen together in public.

I found it interesting that his objections had been more about the power exchange in general than about what happened during scenes. It concerned me, his lack of physical hard limits, and yet, I knew more of his history now so I felt certain it wasn’t a lack of understanding. He fully grasped the possibilities, and yet he wasn’t trying to limit me, other than scat play and permanent changes to his body.

Speaking of scat play, I went back and added, ‘other than enemas for either cleanliness or torture, or a combination of the two’ in the ‘no scat play’ clause.

I’d put the other chair on the front porch and told him to sit outside and wait if he finished before me, and that’s where I found him when I was happy with the contract.

And so, I sat him down at the table to read it, showed him how thetrack changesfeature worked, so he could delete and retype, and then I could either accept or reject his changes later, and I went to the floor and started doing crunches.

I planned to run through the routine I’d given him, though I expected he’d finish before I managed a full circuit.

And I considered Davy’s tiny house. The stove was just wide enough for two eyes, one in front and one in back. The sink was maybe ten inches wide, and there wasn’t a sink in the tiny bathroom at all, just a toilet and a narrow shower, barely big enough to step into. Our tour bus has a small refrigerator, an electric kettle, and a microwave, but that area feels bigger than his kitchen, though I suppose it’s just a section of cabinet space, and not really a kitchen. No sink. Just bottled water in the fridge.