It only took a few short minutes to get to his apartment. When we got there he stopped the car in his parking spot, but didn’t get out. He just sat there with his hands gripping the wheel, taking deep breaths. Like he was trying to calm himself down or something.

“Do you need help getting out or getting up stares?” He asked, sounding as if he were forcing himself to be calm right now.

“I can manage.” I answered meekly. This was a change for me. I haven’t felt this submissive since I was with my last Dom… I don’t know if I’m ready for whatever Vincent thinks he’s about to do to me.

“Vincent… Clearly you’re upset with something I’ve said. I don’t know where this is headed, but I need you to understand, since it’s very clear that you are a Dominant guy, I won’t be a submissive. I am not okay with it.” I stated clearly.

“You do know that submissive and bottom don’t always go hand-in-hand, right? Because I’m assuming you really mean you aren’t okay with being a bottom. Which is fine by me, I enjoy bottoming.” He countered. I took a moment to think about it. I guess I’d never experienced that. When I was a sub, I was a bottom, and as a Dom, I’ve only topped. I never really thought about being a top sub, or that there were Dom bottoms… I guess I still have a lot to learn… But either way, my last experience as a sub wasn’t good… so I don’t think I can do it again.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll feel comfortable being a sub. Whether it’s as a top, or as a bottom. Being submissive is hard for me.” I finally answered.

“And if I promise you that I won’t hurt you?” He asked.

“Vincent…”

“Roy. Look at me.” He ordered, I obeyed. His entire demeanor change, as if my aprehensions made him become more gentle, less frustrated with me. “You are so good at following simple commands.” He complimented, making me blush, “I can promise that I will not hurt you. I simply desire your obedience. I want you to be the top, but I also want you to follow my orders.”

“Can you make me one more promise then?” I asked, cautiously considering letting this happen.

“Possibly. What is it?” He asked in a gentle tone.

“Promise me you won’t ask about my scars? I don’t want to talk about them. I’m not ready to share that part of my past with you yet.” I asked sincerely.

“That’s easy enough. I promise you I won’t ask about them today.” He promised.

“Fine. Go slow with me. Let’s do this.” I said in a rush of confidence.

“Get out of the car.” He demanded, “Go straight to my door, don’t speak, unless you need to ask for help, don’t stop between here and there. Do you understand? Yes or no.”

“Yes.” I answered.

I opened the door to get out, and just as I turned back around to get my crutches from the back seat, Vincent had already pulled them up and was handing them to me. I wanted to say thank you, but he’d told me I wasn’t to speak. I was slightly conflicted, but I kept my mouth shut. I stumbled the best I could up the two flights of stairs to Vincent’s apartment on the third floor. Vincent walked behind me one or two steps, I assumed it was to catch me if I stumbled backward… not that his small frame would be able to stop my much larger body from falling.

“Don’t block the door. I can’t unlock it from behind you.” Vincent said, bumping his hip against mine and making me wobble out of his way.

“Give me your phone. I don’t want any interruptions. And you wallet too.” I handed him my phone with no arguments. It’s not like I had anyone who needed me right now where I would need to keep it near me at all times. He put both my phone, and his phone on a shelf near the door, along with our wallet and his keys.

“Go sit at the table. Before we start anything, I want to know your hard and soft limits.” He ordered, or more accurately, he stated firmly. I guess that was a good idea.

“I’ll be right back. You stay there.” I nodded because I still haven’t been given permission to speak yet.

I sat alone at the table for a few minutes. It was quiet, so I could hear Vincent rustling around in his room. I looked around the dining room to pass the time. This wasn’t the first time I’ve been to Vincent’s apartment, but it was the first time it was just me and him here. It was easier to take in my surroundings without other people here trying to party. The ceiling and walls were all made of brick and wood. One wall in the living room area was a floor to ceiling book case full of mostly decorations, and only a good handful of books. From the looks of it, all the books were something any normal person world read, not just pretentious decorative books. When I took a closer look at the decorations on the shelves, I realized they were all very vulgar. Penis shaped book ends, a handcuff statue, a mini sculpture of what looked like a man blindfolded and tied in rope, and several other similar mini sculptures, pictures of Vincent in different types of harnesses and pole dancing, framed pictures of hand signals I assume Vincent uses on his Subs, and in the very center of the book case was the largest square opening with a neon light up letter sign of the letter “V.”

“The neon sign isn’t a permanent fixture there. Ideally, when I find myself the right sub, the one I want to keep, I’d really like to put his photo there. To show him off.” Vincent said, taking note of me studying everything I saw on the book case. I looked at him, and saw that he’d changed his attire.

“Like it?” He asked, smirking at me. It was almost as if he were trying to get me to speak and break his rule. But I’m not that easy to trick. I simply nodded while keeping my eyes on his body.

He was wearing low rise black leather pants with a silver zipper over the crotch, a black mesh top, black leather platform combat boots. He looked extraordinarily sexy. I’d never seen him dress like this before. Even at the club, he never wore leather, and he never wore all black. It suited his pale skin tone and white-blonde hair.

He sat down next to me and turned his chair to face me more, “Here’s a list of some of the things I enjoy doing. I want you to mark off your hard limits, and put an X next to your soft limits. After that, I want you to write down what you enjoy, if it isn’t already here, on the back of this paper, and I will do the same. This isn’t quite as formal as I prefer, but we haven’t discuss anything past tonight. So we’ll just use this method for tonight, and if we decide to continue this, we’ll work on a more formal contract. Understood? Yes or no.”

“Yes.” I answered in a gentle tone.

The list he gave me wasn’t long, but it was organized in an easy to read way. The first section was labeled “General” and listed what I would consider more vanilla stuff; blowjob, face-fucking, hand-jobs, fingering, fisting, cream pie, swallowing, facials, masturbating in front of Sir, rim job (giving and receiving), and plugs and dildos. I crossed off fisting, and dildos, and put and X next to fingering and plugs then moved to the next section labeled as “Dynamics.” Which included preferred ways to be labeled by one another and informed me that the first label of each choice would be Vincent title, and the second would be mine; Daddy/Baby, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Lord/peasant, King/servant, Sir/*sweet name, and Sir/*humiliating name. I crossed off Daddy/Baby because I could not see Vincent and I ever being in that type of relationship. I also crossed off Master/Slave. I won’t be a slave. I put an X next to Sir/*humiliating name because I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, and it would also depend on what humiliating name we chose. The rest I was fine with. The rest of the list included “Kinks”, where I crossed off the weird shit, like foot job, and put an X next to penile catheters and chastity devices,  “Pain” where I crossed off all impact related pains,  but left the rest, “Clothing” where I crossed of crossdressing because let’s face it, I would not look good as a chick, and “Extreme Kinks” where I crossed off basically the entire section because it was way too extreme for my taste. I was honestly shocked that Vincent liked some of these more extreme things, like mutilation. I didn’t mind pain, or a little blood play, but mutilation is taking it way too far.

After I finished going over his list, the only things I wanted to add were “Switch” in dynamics, and a section of “Planned Play Scenes” which included romance, teacher/student, boss/employee, videotaping, stripper and client – not that that would really be fun for Vincent since it’s his job anyway, doctors, and maid service. I didn’t mind how the scenes went, I just sometimes enjoyed role play. Vincent did end up crossing off the stripper and client scene and explained that he doesn’t like bringing work into his sex life, and he put an X next to “Switch” because he prefers to be the one in charge, but understands that I’m more accustomed to that roll than being a sub, but otherwise agreed to role play if that was in the cards tonight.  After that, we also discussed safety precautions specifically related to my leg, and safe words.

“Great, now that that’s settled, why don’t we try a little more soft play tonight, and go from there?” He suggested. I nodded in agreement. “I think for the rest of the evening, you may speak only when spoken to, or to use your safe word. Will that be okay with you?”

“Yes that’s okay.” I answered, grateful he finally gave me permission to speak.

“I see you put and X next to plugs here. I’ve set out a few different size tail plugs, if you’re okay with it, I’d like you to pick the size you’d be most comfortable with, then I help you put it in. Tonight I think I’m in the mood for a little light pet play, and I’d like you to be my good little puppy. Can you do that for me?” The thought of having him put a plug in me was slightly intimidating, so I shook my head no.

“What is it then?”

“I’m okay with the pet play, even okay with being the good little puppy. But I don’t want you to put the tail in. I would prefer to do it myself if I have to wear one.” I answered honestly, because in this situation, honestly is always the safest.

“You don’t have to wear one, Roy. I simply enjoy when I see my puppy wagging his tail for his master. You can skip the tail if you really don’t want to wear it.” He smiled, and ruffled my hair, “You did a good job being honest with me. Good boy, Roy.” Hearing him praise me made something inside me feel weird… like butterflies of excitement. I wanted to be praised again. It wasn’t a foreign feeling to want this, but it was weird feeling it again after so long.

“Thank you, Master.” I let the words roll off my tongue as if it were a natural instinct.

Vincent smiled at my obedience, “Now, go to my room, strip off your clothes, put on what I’ve set out for you on my bed, and if you think you feel okay with a tail, pick out a tail, if you really don’t want that tonight, it’s okay. I’ll give you five minutes to do as you’re told.” He ordered.

“Yes, Master.” I answered, then got myself up and hobbled my way to his room.

On his bed he had set out a wide leather collar, a matching set of harnesses for my chest and legs, and a set of puppy ears with fur relatively close to my hair color. I smirked, thinking of all the reasons he could possibly have something like that, concluding that it’s probably because he’s been waiting for this day for some time. On his dresser were the tails, all matching fur to the ears, and with different sized plugs like he told me. The smallest plug was maybe the size of two fingers. I decided if I wanted to wear a tail, that would be the one to wear. I stripped off all my clothes, put on the harnesses, collar, and ears, which were all pretty simple and easy to get on. Then I stared at the tails a little longer. I was a bit apprehensive about anal play on me from anyone other than myself since my last Dom partner, but Vincent wasn’t like him. Vincent was someone I knew I could trust. So I picked up the smallest tail, used the lube he’d set out next to them, and gently worked the plug into my ass. I managed to get the tail in just in time for Vincent to walk in, looking very pleased with the sight before him. Even that made me feel good.

“What a good little puppy you are.” He walked over to me, “Do you think your leg will be okay if your crawl?” He asked, taking out a leash from the first drawer of his dresser.

“Yes, I think so. If it starts to hurt, I’ll tell you.” I got down on all four, assuming he wanted his puppy to walk like a dog. Then he hooked the leash to the collar around my neck.

“Follow.” He ordered.

He pulled me along behind him, when he stopped, it was so he could sit in his Master’s chair. After he sat down, he spread his legs open, and gently yanked me between his legs.

“Up.” He ordered, patting his chest. I kneeled up and put my upper body in his lap. Vincent leaned forward, grabbed my jaw in one hand, and pulled the leash forward with his other hand. His got his face closer to mine and looked at me with lust filled eyes.

“Roy. I’ve waited a long time to finally have this chance with you.” Then he kissed me. Now, this wasn’t our first kiss, we’ve shared many small pecks here and there, but this was the first time we’ve shared anything this passionate. And it set the mood for what was to come.

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A/N:  I started to psych myself out about the over discriptive "contract" paragraphs, but untilmately I decided to just stick with it and hope for the best! Who's ready to see how this goes?!