7
The next week, while being annoyingly full of Christmas cheer was also full of emails that zipped back and forth between Emily and Ben's phones and computers.
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Wednesday, December 24, 1:02pm
How about from 9am Monday to 9pm Tuesday?
I'd like it if you could call me "Sir," but just in the bedroom to start? That whole ego stroking, in charge thing.
Do you think we need a safe word?
I'd like to pick meals when we're together those days, I will, of course, chip in for gorceries.
Would it be too much if I wanted you to greet me at the door kneeling, just on those days?
To: Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Wednesday, December 24, 3:45pm
1. That sounds OK, but you already sort of mentioned that.
2. I can Try, but I might have to add to your title. What do you think of "Sir Serious"?
3. Maybe if we try some sketchy stuff, but not right now. Plain english should suffice, I think.
4. OK, I'd enjoy cooking what you like. I'm allergic to nuts though, so keep that in mind.
5. Not naked. As long as there's clothes involved, I'm Ok with that. Dog nose, you know?
Could you wear leather pants while being all Dommy? That would be hot.
I was thinking that if you wanted to fly by the seat of your pants, so to speak, we could do that. I can just let you know how it feels as we go?
It's hard to think of this stuff when I'm not sure what to think about any of it.
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Thursday, December 25, 10:12am
I'll put leather pants on my Xmas wish list next year. Too late for this year. Merry Xmas, BTW!
Seat-of-my-pants Domming. Sounds like fun.
I have a few more ideas, But I don't want to freak you out too much. I don't want to freak myself out either... It's weird taking this from fantasy to reality.
Could you wear a collar for me? Just around the house Mon & Tues? That would be hot for me.
I'd like it if when we watch movies you'd sit between my legs so I can pet your hair... I'm a weirdo.
To: Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Thursday, December 25, 11:17pm
Merry Christmas to you too. Get anything good? Leather pants, maybe?
Freak me out. I dare you. If I could drink Egg Nog I can deal with anything!
Collars are pretty hot.
I like having my hair petted, so I can do that too.
I had too much tryptophan today. Keeling over now. Zzzz...
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Friday, December 26, 9:47am
I did not get leather pants. You're out of luck for an entire year.
I think I'd like to make a few rules, some that apply for when I'm around, some for when I'm not... What do you think?
To Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Friday, December 26, 12:30pm
I think that depends on what they are...
Shoot.
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Friday, December 26, 8:23pm
1. No wanking without permission (come on, that's hot).
2. No pants/undies (I stole that from Story of O)
3. I require a "Good Morning" text and a "Good Night" text.
4. The Dom is always right.
5. If the Dom is wrong, see above:
To: Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Friday, December 26, 10:55pm
1. I'll give it a go.
2. Only on "your" days. Outdoor shoots require pants and it's COLD out, in case you haven't noticed.
3. Sure.
4 & 5. Hahaha. You wish.
I've got a wedding tomorrow, so I'm going to be busy all day. Should be "fun," it's Xmas themed! Woo, lucky me!
And now you've got a whole day to think up demanding Domly stuff.
You still haven't freaked me out yet.
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Sunday, December 28, 2:18pm
I was reading this blog, and the guy who wrote it had a "task basket," pretty much a bunch of pieces of paper with ideas of thing to do when he and his sub can't be together. They thought them up together, so there's nothing too wild or out there, and she picks on once a week. What do you think?
Could I convince you to undress me Monday nights?
To: Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Sunday, December 28, 6:13pm
That sounds interesting.
And yes, yes you could (wink, leer)
Do you want to do something tomorrow or Tuesday?
To: Emily Taylor
From: Ben Roth
Monday, December 29, 1:15am
Today (monday), sure. Want to go see the new bang-bang kapow! guy movie? Maybe get some greasy fast food first? That way we can do that "talking" thing you seem so fond of.
To: Ben Roth
From: Emily Taylor
Monday, December 29, 10:27am
You like my talk. It amuses you. The movie is playing at 8:15 at Trillium in Grand Blanc. If someone picks someone else up around 6 that should give us plenty of time to shove greasy fast food in our heads. Let me know.
The movie, like most Bang-Bang Kapow! guy movies was seriously over-rated. The acting sucked so hard it could have siphoned a monkey through fifty feet of garden hose, the lead actor was kind of ugly and no fun to stare at, and at full-price it was a total waste of thirty bucks, but Ben paid so Emily didn't complain too much. And the benefit of a crappy movie was that you didn't feel too awful about making out during most of it (though the kissing and petting had to stop for the CGI on Steroid action scenes).
After the movie, they sat in Emily's car and hashed out specific plans for New Year's Eve. Ben would get off work at 8 because of that favor his co-worker owed him, and they agreed he'd pick up Emily soon after, and then they planned on going to The Baron- Partly for the billion beers on tap, partly as a symbolic gesture. Mostly for the beer. They discussed getting spiffy, but the forecast was calling for soggy snow (no fun in heels) and Ben didn't want to wear dress clothes to work, so the evening would be informal.
Plans solidified, heavy petting, groping, and kissing ensued until security started giving them the hairy eyeball and Emily suggested that a more private location might be advisable. Ben was agreeable to this idea so they headed back to his place for a few beers and a continuation of the interrupted fun.
When they got to his house Emily paused before turning off the car, "You know, I've never really seen you house."
"Yes you have," replied Ben, "You saw it when you helped me find Skippy."
"Well, I saw your kitchen and living room. Not much else." Emily pointed out, which was true.
"There's not much to see." gesturing towards the south end of his lair he said, "Down there is just two little bedrooms and a bathroom, my bedroom and the master bath are at the other end... And they're all kind of bare."
"Ah." Emily said as she shut off the car.
"And I didn't make my bed." said Ben, a little awkwardly.
"I don't care. Really, I don't. I left my ex with my car, a few thousand dollars from the equity in our house, and my clothes. Not much else. Shit happens."
Ben shrugged, "Don't say I didn't warn you."
The grand tour wasn't very grand because as Ben said, it was bare. Even more bare then the living room and kitchen. "You could have just told me you were going for a minimalist look, you know." Emily said, "I never would have known the difference."
Ben laughed, "Now you tell me. I'll remember that next time."
He got them both a beer from the (still) mostly empty fridge and returned to the couch where Emily was busy petting Skippy.
Looking up as Ben approached she said, "You know, for as kinky as we theoretically are, this is all so normal. Movies, beer, making out like teenagers... It's hard for me to get my head around it."
"I bet most kinky people look pretty normal most of the time. You can't really go to work in latex and I'd probably get fired if I started carrying a flogger or something around in my back pocket." Ben said with a shrug. "Kinky people have normal lives to live, too."
"Yeah, but in the stories it's Boy meets girl, five minutes later she's in his fully equipped dungeon- Because he's a bajillionaire and all, and they're having hot kinky monkey sex non-stop for the rest of forever." She sighed. "I guess it's not really realistic, but it kind of sets up this weird expectation for how it's supposed to work."
"Agreed." said Ben, smiling and with an eyebrow waggle, "It would have been so much easier if we didn't have to bother with that pesky 'Getting To Know You' business and I could have just taken you in a Very Domly fashion from the get-go."
"Right up against the gas pumps? Sounds... Kinda awkward."
"There's probably gas station porn out there." Ben joked.
"And let me guess, as soon as I leave you're going to Google it?"
"Who says you have to leave before I break out my magical Google skills?"
"Ugh. I'm going to distract you with my magical girl skills now, to spare me from being scarred for life." Emily said, putting actions to words and persuading Ben that his time could be better spent on other pursuits.
They moved to the bedroom, tripping over themselves and the dog in their haste, and laughing into each other's mouths over how their eagerness made them clumsy. Bad porn forgotten, Emily reached out to unbutton the fly of Ben's jeans as he pulled his shirt off over his head. Kneeling, she tugged impatiently at his jeans and boxers until they were around his knees and the object of her attentions was bobbing free in front of her face.
Taking his cock in her hand she examined it, the dusky pink head, the slightly darker shaft, the tracery of veins over it's velvety soft surface, and the little ridge of sensitive tissue beneath. Acquainted with the geography of this particular bit of anatomy she licked her thumb and ran it over the glans, feeling pleased when Ben inhaled sharply.
When she enveloped his cock with her warm mouth he gasped, and she felt his hands come to rest on top of her head, encouraging her to take more of his length into her mouth. Moving her tongue over the bottom side of his cock as she swayed back and forth, she was pleased by the breathy, incoherent sounds that issued from above her, and smiled a bit to herself. Treating his cock like a lollipop, Emily paid more attention to the head while squeezing the shaft, she licked him like and ice cream cone, slowly along the entire length, and when his hips began jerking she let him guide the action- Keeping a hand at the base to reduce the chance of choking.
When he came with a groan and some inarticulate noises that might have been a prayer from someone religious, she swallowed, neatly taking care of the proof of his pleasure. Emily felt his hands lazily stroking her hair and she looked up, unable to disguise how pleased she was at his reaction.
"That was... Amazing." Ben said, flopping onto the bed and laying there entirely spent.
"Hmph." Emily scoffed, "That was basic. I can do better. I was just getting a feel for what you liked."
"Better?" Ben questioned, raising his head to look at Emily, "I might die if you do something better than that."
Moving to sit next to him on the bed so she could stroke his chest and tummy, she replied, "Well, at least you'll die happy, right?"
After closing his eyes Ben said, "If you give me a few minutes I can go again, and you can get yours."
"Erm... I'm kind of out of commission right now." Emily said with a slight blush. "But that reminds me, I'd like to amend the no pants/no panties rule for this time of the month."
"Done and done." Ben agreed. "I didn't think of that. I should have. I'm not a complete dunce when it comes to how girls work. Come cuddle?"
"For a few minutes. I should get back home soon before Hol decides that I'm neglecting my duties as her person and stages a coup."
As she lay next to Ben, idly petting him and making the sort of easy talk that can sometimes follow in the warm after-glow of pleasure, she had the realization that she didn't just like Ben, she really liked him. A lot. She sighed gently, and decided to think about what Really Liking meant later at home... Or not. Maybe she should just go with it. Just going with it seemed to be working out rather well, though it was still maybe a bit early to tell.
When Ben started making soft snoring noises, she got up, pulled his shoes, socks, pants and undies off him, and tucked the blankets around him. He made some sort of happy noise when she kissed his forehead, and then she left him to dream whatever it was that slightly weird Domly men dreamed.
8
Emily smiled as Ben tilted the cheap, glittery, plastic top hat to a jaunty angle. "It suits you!" she half-yelled at him in order to be heard over a horrifically bad karaoke rendition of some song. She wasn't sure what, it was pretty much unrecognizable.
Ben grinned and reached over to perch her own glitter-coated New Year's Eve monstrosity on her head, then he opened his mouth to say something, shook his head, and left his side of the booth to sit next to her. "I can barely hear what your saying when I'm over there, the DJ must think we're deaf."
"If we're not now, we soon will be." Emily stated with a nod to the make-shift "stage" in the corner where the song slaughterer was winding up for the chorus.
"Maybe this bar wasn't the best idea. We could still change venues, we've got some time before midnight."
"Eh," Emil shrugged, "it's New Year's, this is what you get when you go out. Plus, we're sort of celebrating, right? We should do it up in grand style... Or as Grand as it gets around Flint."
Suddenly, Ben looked a little bit nervous, "Speaking of celebrating... it seems sort of juvenile, but I was wondering if you're going to be my submissive if maybe you'd want to be my girlfriend, too?"
Emily gawked for a moment- Girlfriend? then came to her senses, "Sure. But I totally want to wear your letter jacket and I expect to have possession of your class ring as soon as possible."
"I'll get my mom to dig those out of whatever Rubbermaid bin they're living in down in their basement." he grinned and for a few moments they both looked a bit goofy and infatuated with each other, which was fitting for the moment.
"I'm not ashamed to admit it, but when you asked- I might have squee'd myself a bit." Emily said, "And if I had any girl friends around right now, I'd totally be jumping up and down as I told them."
Ben smiled, "I'd like to see that." He said, and then leaned in to kiss Emily's smiling mouth.
After the ball dropped, and they had shared a New Year's kiss and sang Old Lang Syne, Ben whipped out his phone and took a quick picture. Looking obviously secretive, he turned his back on Emily with exaggerated gestures and fiddled with his phone before turning back, looking pleased with himself.
She wasn't surprised when her phone made noise to indicate that she had a new message, and quickly looked to see what Ben had sent her: It was the just-taken photo with the message, "A great start to a new year, thank you for being here with me. You're awesome."
Pleased, Emily gave Ben another kiss and asked after they finished, "Are you going to be one of those squishy boyfriends, always going on about how lucky you are and how awesome I am?"
Nodding, Ben said, "Yeah. Pretty much because I am and you are."
Afterwards, as they walked up the drive to her house, buzzing with new relationship energy, good beer, and New year's cheer, Emily pulled Ben to a stop and as the snow fell around them (soft, fluffy flakes the size of quarters, not the wet stuff that had been predicted) and said, "You're not the only lucky one here, you know? I'm felling pretty damn lucky to be here with someone as awesome as you are."
They nuzzled affectionately until Ben said, "Let's go inside, it's cold out here."
Once inside, they shucked off their coats, handed out New Year's treats to the dogs, and retreated to the bedroom. Closing the door behind then Ben said, "I'm not sure how we're supposed to go about this D/s thing... Should I just do it like I did the 'girlfriend' thing? Should it be more formal? Is there some secret handshake we should exchange?"
"I don't know. I've just read porn about this stuff, bad porn at that, so I'm not any sort of authority on the matter." Emily shrugged, realizing she wasn't much help.
"Ok, we do the bad porn version, then we'll laugh at ourselves, and it'll be fun... So you should get naked now." he waggled the suggestive eyebrows and leered, which made Emily giggle and dispelled some of the nervous tension in the room.
Emily stripped off her clothes, throwing them playfully at Ben as they were removed and finally stood naked before him with a "now what?" look on her face.
Looking pompous, Ben intoned, "Kneel before my awesome Domliness and allow me to bestow the gift of my Dominance upon your poor little submissive self."
Emily knelt and did her best to look wonder-struck by the awesomeness of Ben's Domliness. She only giggled a little.
Ben snorted, gathered his tattered Domly dignity about himself and continued, "By the powers granted to me by the Most High Uber Supreme Dom Cabal, I hereby announce to this bedroom, that this submissive is now all mine and stuff." Solemnly he waved his hands about, did a weird bow with flourishes, and feeling that there should be something more but at a loss to what it should be, said, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
"That certainly was something." Emily said from the floor.
"Well, I ad libbed a bit, but that's pretty much how the pros do it." he said.
"That cock-a-doodle-doo at the end was the perfect finishing touch. Howling or whistling a little ditty wouldn't have been quite so impressive."
"Oh!" said Ben, "I forgot! Just a second..." and he dashed out of the room, returning in a minute with a gift wrapped box. It had cavorting teddy bears and "Hooray, You're 5!" printed on it. "It was in the closet of one of the spare bedrooms." he said with a shrug, handing the box over.
Emily sat back on her heels and opened the gift, which turned out to be the collar Ben had requested she wear for him. "Um... Thanks, I guess?" she said, turning it over in her hands. It was made of shiny leather on the outside and lined with calf skin on the inside, about an inch and a half wide, with a chrome O-ring dangling from the center front. She fiddled with the funky-looking buckle on the back, "You got one with a locking buckle? Kinky."
"Well, it's really more of a gift for me, but I thought I should wrap it or something and give it to you... I don't know. It's kind of weird."
"And hot." Emily said, looking up at Ben. "So... Do you want me to put it on or do you want to do it?"
"I think I want to do it this time." Ben said, as he reached down to take the collar from her. "There's a little lock somewhere in the box too."
Emily dug around in the tissue paper (really, from out of a Kleenex box) until she located the little heart-shaped lock, which she handed to Ben.
"Could you lift your hair?" Ben asked, from behind her. She did, picking up the heavy mass and gathering it on top of her head in a loose bundle. He reached around her neck and the collar briefly swam into view before he slid the strap into the buckle and made it snug. "Is that OK?"
Turning her head and bending her neck, she nodded.
"I didn't hear that?" ben asked, and it was a question, but not really. More of a subtle demand.
"Yes...It's Ok... Sir." she said, somehow managing to get the awkward word out. Emily heard the little heart-shaped lock click shut and she dropped her hair as Ben moved around to stand in front of her. She felt a little embarrassed, to be kneeling on the floor in front of him clad in nothing but the shiny black collar.
"That's hot." Ben said, and she looked up at him. Then he grinned, "I feel so Domly."
Emily laughed. "So now what, Domly Sir?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.
"A) Stop having a seizure..."
"I'm not having a seizure, I'm batting my eyelashes at you in a becoming manner!" She protested.
"B) You didn't say 'Sir', and C) I think you should get these clothes off me so we can move on to D) fucking like bunnies." he continued after the interruption, faux serious.
Standing, Emily tugged his shirt over his head, and made short work of his pants, socks, and shoes. When he was naked she tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, an obvious question.
Grinning, at this obvious ploy he said, "You're not talking so you don't have to say 'Sir," and that's fine... Everybody knows women should be seen and not heard."
"Grrrrr..." Said Emily, getting ready to pounce.
"That's 'Grrrr, Sir." Said Ben, laughing, and caught the right hand she was going to use to purple his nurple, followed quickly by it's mate. Glancing around he caught sight of a scarf Emily used to accessorize one of her work outfits on her dresser and hauling a reluctant Emily after him he grabbed it with his teeth and redirected them towards the bed. Once there he used some sort of skinny guy Ninja move to spin her around and used the scarf to good effect, tying her hands together behind her back.
"Hmmm..." He pondered out loud, using one hand in the middle of her back to pin Emily to the bed while the other roamed over her bottom, "What should I do to an unruly, bad sub who tries to hit her Lord and Master?"
"Lord and Master? Wha...! Nnn...I...Grrr!" sputtered Emily, indignantly, as she squirmed.
"And doesn't remember to say 'Sir' when she should?"
Emily squirmed some more, not to truly try to get away but because the pretend struggle was turning her on, his hand on her back was so freaking hot!
"I think, "Ben began, full of ominous pretend menace, "That she should go without her cookie!"
"Ack!" said Emily as Ben positioned himself against her vulnerable opening and plunged in. She squirmed some more, a bit more serious because of the whole "no cookie" edict, but all that did was elicit noises of enjoyment from behind her so she stubbornly stopped. Ben, of course, did not stop. In fact he seemed to be getting on rather well without any assistance from her. She decided to not enjoy what he was doing at all by thinking about math.
A plan that would have worked if he hadn't started pulling on her hair, rubbing and lightly swatting her bottom, and bending down to nibble on her neck. She groaned, and couldn't help but respond to the pleasant things his actions were doing to her. Her responses egged Ben on and he quickened his tempo, driving into her over and over, faster and harder. A moan escaped her as she felt the tightening in her muscles that signaled an impending orgasm, or cookie, and Ben withdrew to shoot his jism over her back.
Emily groaned, and not a sound of enjoyment this time. "I think I owe you a new scarf," he said, "sorry."
Thumping her head into the bed a few times, she listened as he went into the bathroom and returned with a towel to wipe her back clean. When he was finished and the towel placed in the hamper he untied her wrists, tucked himself into bed, and pulled Emily in next to him.
In a high dudgeon, Emily resented this enforced cuddle, and was spitefully thinking about how she'd just rub one out in the shower tomorrow morning before getting to work when Ben said from behind her, "And remember- No wanking without permission."
By the next morning Emily had worked herself into a fine state of annoyance. She wanted to wank, but she'd agreed to no wanking without permission, and damned if she was going to ask that insufferable man if she could get off! She'd rather go without, damn his pretty hide! And to add insult to injury, Ben had left early to take Skippy home so she couldn't even glare at him. He had however unlocked the little lock on the buckle before he left so she wasted no time removing the collar and stuffed in her night stand drawer.
Stupid, smug man!
She took a too hot, angry shower, dried her hair angrily, and ate an angry bagel with angry cream cheese. How dare he leave her hanging?! And on purpose! Damn, stupid, smug man... And she stomped around her house for a few more minutes before remembering, "Oh, right. i agreed to this."
That stopped her cold in her tracks and she flopped onto the couch.
Sighing, she called Hol up onto the couch with her and stroked the dog's soft brown fur while trying to think about this fine mess rationally. She'd agreed to this dynamic, she was the one who forgot to use That Word, she hadn't spoken up to protest his "punishment," and now she go to deal with the consequences. It was fair, sort of, but that didn't mean she liked it.
And on reflection, it had been really hot- In a frustrating kind of way. Thinking about it she found herself shifting a little bit on the couch and had to give her libido a firm "Down!"
Deciding that dwelling on her frustrated desires was only making them worse she decided to edit those wedding photos that were waiting on her computer, which seemed like a great idea and worked for a little while, until she remembered that she was horny and wanted to get off. Then every little movement she made seemed to rile her pink parts further.
She tried cleaning, baking, and watching a movie to distract herself, but the more she tried to distract herself the more she thought about orgasming, and the more frustrated she became. It was a vicious cycle. Finally she flopped down on her bed to take a nap, hoping for maybe a good dream that would take care of things "accidentally," and she couldn't fall asleep.
Sighing, she picked up her phone to text Ben and ask permission for something she'd never given much thought to, but the idea wounded her pride and instead of texting Ben she sent the picture of them from last night to Friendbook. That made her smile, remembering that he was her boyfriend now. Even if he was an evil weenie. She changed her social status (from "single, looking" to "In a relationship with") and mentally thumbed her nose at the JAF.
Eventually she managed to fall asleep, but as luck would have it she dreamed about nothing that would take care of her raging libido.
9
Although they texted each other quite a lot the next few days, Emily had the feeling (paranoia) that Ben was waiting for her to cave so she didn't. And as much as it sucked, and it sucked a lot, she survived. Not wanking had never killed anybody after all. Unless it had, in which case she was really glad she didn't know about it.
All the same, she was glad when Ben arranged to drop Skippy off Sunday morning on his way to work so that he could spend Sunday and Monday night at her house. And the greasy, cheese-coated monstrosity of a pizza he came bearing Sunday night, along with a selection of the newest horror flicks, appeased her girl pride.
Once in bed Ben brought up Wednesday's (well, technically Thursday's) play and its outcome.
"So... How pissed at me were you Thursday morning?" he asked. "You growled at me in your sleep so I figure it had to be pretty bad."
"Pretty pissed until I thought about it." Emily said, "Honestly, it's a good thing you didn't wake me up when you left. I probably would have torn your head off with my bare hands."
"Remind me to amend the rules to add: "No Dom beheading" to the list," Ben joked and then shifted gears, "But you're OK now? You're not still pissed?"
"No, I'm not. I agreed to this dynamic, I agreed to your reasonable requests, so I figure I've also agreed to what happens when I don't hold up my end of the deal. It sucked, but it wasn't the end of the world." she paused, "Though I'd really rather not repeat it."
"And everything else, that was OK?" he sounded worried and she realized that they hadn't actually discussed playing that night or what they wanted to do.
"Yeah, that was enjoyable until it wasn't," she said, gently digging her elbow into his side to make her point and he "oofed" appropriately, "The struggle stuff was a lot of fun. I'd like to do that more."
"Good, I really liked that as well." turning onto his side he draped his arm across her body. "I was thinking that we could work on that task basket idea tomorrow? I've read a bunch of stuff and I have all sorts of ideas to put in there."
Emily nodded, and giggled as ben sneezed when a wayward hair tickled his nose. "Any other plans for tomorrow I should know about?" she asked.
"Maybe a trip to the local shady toy store, and if your alarm isn't set you should do that now."
"Why would I set an alarm? I don't have anything I need to get up for tomorrow." she was a little confused until ben pointed out:
"9 a.m, remember? And I think I'd like breakfast. You can wake me when it's done." then he laughed when she elbowed him again, a bit less gently than the last time.
When her alarm went off bright and early, Emily growled at it, stuck her tongue out at the soundly sleeping Ben, and rolled out of bed. Stumbling to the kitchen, she wondered what she was going to make for breakfast. There was some Bisquick of indeterminate age somewhere in a cupboard, but she didn't think she had any breakfast meat. Or even syrup, come to think of it. There was a box of Cinnamon toast Crunch that was only slightly stale, and regular toast, and enough milk for half a glass...
Standing in the kitchen Emily scratched her head and pondered. Finally she decided that breakfast was an unreasonable request because she didn't eat it often and she had no advance warning that she was supposed to cook it. She went to wake Ben.
Poke.
Poke, poke.
Nothing. she sighed and poked harder and faster.
Poke-poke-poke-poke!
Ben farted, rolled over, stuffed his head under the pillow, and started snoring.
"BEN!" she yelled into the pillow, which had the effect of causing him to roll over, shoot upright, and fall off the bed. Emily laughed.
"Breakfast?" he said, hopefully, rubbing his head.
"Yep. Somewhere on Owen Road, I figure... Sir."
"But I told you to make me breakfast." he said, sounding suspiciously like a petulant child.
"And I would have done that if I had any advance warning so I could go to the store and buy breakfast stuff. Sir." she said, crossing her arms. Petulant didn't go over well with Emily.
"Oh." Ben said from the floor. "I guess I didn't think of that." Standing he found his jeans and pulled a new shirt out of the bag he'd brought over with him. Looking back at Emily he squinted. "Where's your collar?"
"We're going out." she said, getting her dander up. "Sir."
"Monday through Tuesday, nine a.m to nine p.m." He said.
"But only when we're here." she insisted.
"I don't think so." said Ben, raising an eyebrow. Emily didn't care, screw his eyebrow. She wasn't wearing a honking huge black collar in public. Sighing heavily, Ben put his hands together in the classic "Time out" gesture, grabbed his phone and opened his messaging application.
"Oh." he said after a few moments. "Um? Remember rule five?"
"I remember laughing at it." she said, not backing down.
"Where's your sense of adventure?" he tried.
"Inside my house where it belongs." She said, crossing her arms over her chest to punctuate that statement.
"Party pooper." grumbled Ben, and then, "You're not saying sir."
"You're right. And as soon as this argument is done I will. But it weakens my position and I don't think you'll take me serious if I'm doing the whole 'Sir' thing when we're disagreeing."
"I guess that makes sense. Anyways, you're right and I'm wrong, disagreement over. Let's go get breakfast."
While Emily got dressed Ben made sure the dogs had food and water. Once it was determined that neither dog would starve to death in the next few hours it was safe to leave. Ben drove to Big Boy in Fenton, which was filled exclusively with old people and screaming toddlers. One look, or earfull of the racket, was enough to send them across the street to Burger King where they chose the safety of the drive through.
They discussed which shady sex toy store they wanted to visit- Pricilla's had a smaller slection, but Lover's lane had horrid, pushy sale's people. Emily told ben of a few times that she'd been in there thinking of buying and the overly-agressive sale's staff had driven her off.
"I don't understand it. Who actually wants to be pestered when they're looking at dongs? I don't. I want to buy my toys in peace and get the hell out of there, not have a 20 minute discussion on silicone Vs. rubber. Bleh... Sir."
"I heard that Lion's Den on 69 has a good selection. We could drive out there."
"Is there a plan of attack, or are we just going to see what catches our eye? Sir?" Asked Emily with a sigh. This 'Sir' business was getting a bit awkward. She could understand it if it was being used to replace Ben's name in conversation, but it wasn't. It was just kind of tacked on at the end of things, awkwardly hanging there.
"I have some toys..." Ben started.
"Brand new, in the box, never used on anybody?" Emily asked, raising her eyebrows so high they merged with her hairline.
"No, but I washed them..."
"Red. No. Full stop. NOT happening." At Ben's confused look she shighed heavily and explained, "Do you want to wear my ex husband's underwear?"
"Gross, no." Ben said with a disgusted look.
"Right well I'm not using anything you used on your ex. Not even if you bleach it for forty days, throw it in an autoclave, and... Ew, gross." she shuddered.
"Not even if it's a Hitachi?" he asked, steering the car through traffic on 23.
"I'll buy my own, thank you very much... What's a Hitachi?"
Ben smirked at her. "You'll find out."
The visit to the toy store was a lot of fun. The first things they saw when they walked in was the Wall O Boxed Lingerie. Emily raised an eyebrow at a buxom lass in what appeared to be black dental floss with rhinestones.
"No." said Ben. "I like sexy stuff, and to me that stuff's not sexy. It's kind of desperate."
As they meandered past the dental floss, latex, lycra, and fishnet boxed goods Emily asked, "So what's sexy to you?"
"Corsets." Ben said, eyeing a red satin number on a hanger.
Emily felt it, and flipped it over. "Not that. Plastic boning, cheap material, eyehooks in front and it uses eyelets in back instead of grommets." When Ben raised his eyebrows she explained, "I know a thing or two about corsets."
Reaching a display Ben grinned, "Give me your hand." He said, and when Emily complied, he picked up a funny-looking thing with a cord, put the round bit of it on her palm, and flicked a dial on the part he was holding. It sprang to life with a very intense vibration. "Imagine that down there." he said, with a meaningful look at her crotch.
"Goodness." She said, imagining it only too well.
Ben picked up a box and put it in her hands. "There's your purchase for the day. Unless you want to get other things, too."
On the wall of Remote Control Goddies Ben saw a purple egg-shaped doo-dad (garenteed to work from up to 50 feet away!) that he wanted, and the Wall of Dongs provided him with a plain faux weeine with a suction cup base.
Vibratey Bliss section got a pass when Emily explained that she had more than her fair share of battery operated boyfriends.
They passed by the dirty mags with some immature snickers at the titles, and reached the Kinky Fun Stuff section. Emily oogled they toys and reached for a pair of little clamps connected by a short chain. They were the adjustable kind and she figured they might be OK to start out with.
Ben looked at a set of four velcro cuffs but passed by them when Emily suggested that she'd rather have leather ones. Velcro seemed kind of wimpy to her, and with a shedding dog in the house it wouldn't remain velcro-y for very long. Next he moved on to a bright red ball gag with a leather strap. Emily felt herself turn a shade of red seldom found in nature, but she managed a nod that somehow managed to look strangled.
They played with the floggers and crops, taking turns whapping each other because Ben wanted some idea of what it felt like before he was willing to try it on Emily. They passed on the crop but did pick out a brick red suede flogger. Emily motioned to a box that contained silk rope and ben shook his head. "We can get rope a lot cheaper at a home improvment store" he said.
Emily zipped past the wall of butt toys, but Ben lingered and finally held up a pink one with a moderate girth and a flared base. When she made an incredulous face he reminded her, "You said you'd be willing to try one."
"After you said you had no interest in anal!"
"I don't have an interest in anal sex, I do have an interest in a little ass play."
She grimaced, but nodded reluctantly. Glancing at the next sections, the Toys For HIm she suggested, "There's lots of stuff for you to use on me, what about something for me to use on you? A nice tug toy?"
He seemed intriqued by the idea and looked through the racks, finally settling on something called a Tenga with all sorts of ripply-sticky-outy things on what would be the inside surface when it was flipped right side out.
In the center section Emily found a book on rope bondage with all sorts of easy-to-follow directions and pictures and added that to her selections, along with a set of those silly "lover's dice" that might be fun to play with one drunken night.
Once they'd paid for their purchases and were back inside Ben's Buick he said, "So I've been thinking..." Emily nodded, encouragingly, "That we save the 'Sir' thing for when we're playing. I don't want to wear it out and it makes conversation with you kind of stilted, and I don't like that. I like talking to you."
"It was just weird. Kind of like how saying 'Ben' after everything I said would feel weird. So I'm glad you think there's something a little off about it too."
On the drive back they stopped at Kroger in Swartz Creek for groceries, and then since Emily had suggested they take Seymour Road home, Ben decided to stop at a little restraunt on the corner of Miller and Seymour. It was called "The Country Carriage" and Emily was thrilled that he decided to stop there because they had the best omlette she'd ever tasted. Plus, they had this cinnamon apple jelly that she'd never seen in the stores and it was pretty tasty too. She may or may not have slipped an extra packet into her purse.
Talking on the way back, Ben mentioned that that his cousin was getting married on the 17th, and did Emily want to save him from flying solo, even if his family was a little nuts?
Em checked her calendar, and said, "You're in luck. The wedding I had on the 17 was cancelled- The bride's mother needed to vent when she called me and said that the groom was sleeping with the best man. It sounded like a right fuck-a-row. Bad for them, good for you, though."
"Cool. Well, not cool that the groom was a douche, but cool that you can go. It's in Traverse City, though, so you might need to find a sitter for Holly."
"My mom will watch her, she loves her grandpuppy. What about Skippy?"
"I was going to kennel him..." Ben started.
"You'd put that poor old dog in a cage for a weekend? Poor Skippy. He'll probably have a heart attack and die. Good thing he can hang out with Hol, because my mom won't mind. Of course that means you'll have to meet her, but I figure that's only fair."
"Meet your mom?" Ben said, not sounding thrilled.
"I'm meeting one entire side of your family. You can meet one person in mine. And think of poor, poor old skippy, alone in a cage. All by himself. Wondering why his dad abandoned him to the cruel fates..."
"Ok!" Ben said with a reluctant chucke, at Emily's melodramatic imagining of events, "When should I meet your mom?"
"Next Monday? I'll let you pick what we'll have for dinner..."
"I already get to pick what's for dinner, remember?" he said, glancing at her, "But that works."
"Great. And now I have an excuse to call up Trace and convince her that I need her mad shopping skills. And fancy frou-frou girly drinks."
"Who's Trace, and you dress OK so why do you need her help?" Ben asked, confused by what he sensed was some sort of girl time ritual.
"Ha!" Emily crowed, "If it wasn't for Tracey, who is my best friend since freshmen year of high school, I'd run around in jeans and ratty old concert tee's all the time. She's the one who makes me look presentable when I need to look presentable. Trace has a clue."
"So she's who I should got to if I want the dirt?" Ben asked, his interest sparked.
"Yeah, but she'll never tell. At least not without the proper bribe and I don't think you want to buy her three or four pairs of Louboutins. You'll meet her too, she's awesome."
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