Ch 3. Mary Accepts Some Rules

It was the day afterwards. Mary woke earlier than usual. Dan was sleeping soundly beside her.

She was not feeling as rested as usual. If she was honest, she had been lying awake fitfully during the night. She was thinking about how things had ended yesterday with Dan. She was happy with how things were developing, but she wondered where it was going next. Dan had been more forceful with her than he had ever been. She was content to acquiesce, yet she wondered what he had meant when he said, "We'll have to set some proper, permanent rules."

Her mind had been racing ever since. She could not stop thinking about what that could mean? What would he want? What could she take? What did she really want?

She had never been like this in a relationship before. It made her feel small. Yet it also gave her a sense of comfort and purpose. She had not been expecting that.

Her mind had been considering things that she would have found unspeakable just a few weeks before. She was not sure how her thoughts and desires had been opened so much so quickly. Had she been corrupted? Mary was a little worried that she might be losing who she was before. Yet she knew there was no going back, for either of them. This was how they had become, together.

Mary had spent much of the night trying not to worry. She was happy, even delighted that Dan was taking the lead. She knew now that deep within her, this was what she had always wanted. However, she was worried about her happiness, that somehow she would end up just his plaything, with no respect from him or self-respect for herself.

She got up and went downstairs to make some breakfast. She was sitting in the kitchen when he came down some time later.

"Morning, beautiful," he smiled.

She could not help but smile back at him, coyly, as he leaned in to embrace her. He took her into his arms, holding her close. She felt herself melt into his warmth, and rested her head lightly on his shoulder.

"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked, carefully.

"I'm OK," she replied, surprised that he looked slightly concerned. "Yesterday was intense, but we both knew what we were doing," she said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"Do you mean it?" he asked, hesitant still. "I want us to be OK, more than anything."

She pressed into him, nodding. "Yes," she whispered.

"I'm glad," he breathed.

They stayed like that for a while, just being together. After a moment, Mary broke away slightly and looked up at him.

"Last night, you said we needed rules. What did you mean?"

He took her hands and led her to the kitchen table. He sat next to her, looking serious.

"We can't go on like this," he stated, "or something could go wrong." He looked at her intently. "Don't get me wrong. How you have reacted to my instructions has been beyond my dreams, but we need to be very careful not to break what we have."

Mary thought her heart would burst. Somehow, he had caught her mood, saying just what she was afraid to speak aloud.

"I'm so glad you said that," she cried. "I've been awake for hours, just thinking the same thing."

She hesitated: "How can rules help us?"

He grinned. "Didn't you like the rules I gave you so far?" He was looking at her suggestively.

She blushed. "Well, I think you know how I reacted, at least to most of your demands."

He looked straight at her. "Mary, that's my point. I loved guiding you. You loved being instructed. But you felt that it was unfair and oppressive at some points, didn't you?"

She nodded.

She nodded.

"Well, as much as I like getting what I want, I also have to understand that this needs to work for both of us. It can't all be bondage and kinkiness. We have to keep ourselves or we'll end up hating each other. You have to get what you need too."

He paused. "Do you think that's a good way forward?"

She smiled, demurely. "Yes, Dan," she said. There it was, the code, the respect.

He raised his eyebrows. "That's a good start," he said. "What I think is that we need some sort of contract between us, a set of rules to live by. We won't get it right completely to begin with, but at least we'll both know where we stand. More importantly, what's expected of us."

"Where do we start?" she asked.

"Let's talk about what has happened so far. We can build on that."

She saw the sense in that, but she thought it was a bit difficult just to speak about what they had done.

"Think back to yesterday. What felt right to you?" he asked.

She found it was difficult to get the words out, but she had to start somewhere.

"The sex, obviously," she offered.

"What about it?"

"You know," she said. "I loved the fact that you were so dominant, so in charge. I didn't have to think. I just had to obey. That was liberating, but I also felt like I was important, the centre of your world."

They were quiet for a moment. Mary filled the silence.

"I think I need you to take on my emotional burdens. Your strength can be a source of solace for me.

"I am hoping you can shoulder the burden of decisions for me so that I can focus on being the best version of myself for you.

"I see my submission as the ultimate gift. I give myself to you, to reflect your position. You deserve my respect and earn the right to take what you need, even if that means pushing my limits. I give you the right to decide for me as long as I get what I need too."

He smiled warmly. "That makes me so happy to hear," he said.

He went to the cupboard and pulled out a note pad and pen. "Let's start to get some of this down on paper. If we make it official, it will feel more real. This is a first draft. We can always add to it later." He paused, looking sternly at Mary. "But, this is a serious commitment."

She nodded meekly. "Yes Dan."

He drew a line down the page. On the left side he wrote "Mary's rules". On the right side he wrote "Dan's responsibilities".

They discussed a number of ideas, settling on a range of rules for Mary, with corresponding responsibilities for Dan.

On Mary's side the list read:

1. I freely give up control in this relationship. I expect to be considered in big decisions but understand the final choice is Dan's to make

2. I submit to Dan's will yet my submission is a gift that can be withdrawn

3. I will always respect Dan and work my hardest to be a good girl

4. I accept and expect Dan's guidance

5. I will always be ready for Dan's needs

6. I accept that Dan will push my boundaries

7. I am ready for sex on command

8. Dan's cum is a gift that must never be wasted

9. I accept that failure to live by these rules will lead to consequences so that I can learn to improve my understanding

On Dan's side the list read:

1. I freely accept responsibility in this relationship. I will consult Mary in everything, but the final decision is mine to make

2. I expect submission to my will yet I will always respect when this gift is withdrawn

3. I will always do my best to deserve full respect

4. I will lead with compassion

5. I will be sensitive to Mary's needs

6 I will not push Mary too hard

7. I will take the lead in sex

8. My Cum is a gift that must never be wasted

9. I accept that for Mary to live by these rules will be a challenge that requires support and understanding. Errors will be tolerated if they are genuine, yet corrections can be imposed with consequences used as a learning opportunity.

The list was finished, at least for now. Mary looked at Dan, excitedly. "What do we do, sign it?" she asked.

"Perhaps first some symbolic proof of acceptance," he suggested.

She kept her eyes low. "What do you have in mind, Dan?" she asked demurely.

"Go and put on your sluttiest red lipstick," he commanded. "We can seal the arrangement with a loving kiss."

"Of course, Dan," she agreed. She immediately rose to her feet and went upstairs. He waited for a few minutes, but she was soon ready.

When she returned, she was dressed in bright red lingerie. The thong was tiny and adventurous. lt accentuated the curves of her behind. The bra was revealing, showing a deeply plunging cleavage. She was wearing stockings and red high heels. The look was finished off with bright red lipstick, which drew his gaze to her full, round lips.

"Is this what you had in mind, Dan?" she asked, suggestively running her hands across her body.

"Good girl," he growled. "Now, on your knees. You know what I expect."

She walked over to him, dropping to her knees on front of his crotch, while he remained standing, looking down at her imperiously.

She furtively went to work on his belt, undoing his jeans, then allowing them to drop to the floor. His cock was clearly hard inside his tight underwear. She looked up at him from her position in front of him, biting her red lower lip in anticipation.

"You know what I want," he told her.

She ran her fingers lightly over the underwear along his length, causing his member to buck outwards in anticipation. He groaned slightly as she used the tips of her fingers on the end of it.

She took the band of the underwear and pulled the garment down, releasing the proud penis. She kept her eyes on it, licking her lips.

"First the balls," he told her. "We want every last drop of it to be released."

She went to work. First, she cupped the balls in one hand, while lightly stroking the shaft with her other. She pulled lightly on the testicles, then moved her mouth to take each one in. She ran her warm, wet tongue over each, before taking them wholly into her mouth. The warmth was remarkable and his cock was throbbing now.

She was looking up at him, carefully taking in her power. He was at her mercy, yet she was subservient to his desires. It was an intoxicating mixture. She knew and felt his desire for her and she ached for him in return.

She felt his impatience grow and knew it was time to change her focus. She took out her tongue and ran it from the bottom to the top of his member, stopping just beneath the glans.

Next, she used the red lips to full effect, gently parting them to lightly kiss every part of it, apart from the tip.

She took her fingers and lightly began to rub the bulbous part of the glans and tip. He was starting to lose control now, and pulled his hands into her hair, pulling it slightly. She did not resist, but took her cue.

This time, when she reached the top of it, her scarlet mouth parted. She took her hands away from it, resting them lightly against his legs. She took one look at him, waiting, her eyes locking with his.

"Do it," he insisted.

She smiled just slightly, waited just momentarily. She gradually lowered her lips to take him in. She worked her wet, warm mouth as slowly and softly as she could, wrapping her urgent tongue around it. She took her time, teasing as much as she knew he could bear. Then she took a deep breath and engulfed his member as far into her throat as she could. This was still new to her, but after the first time when she was tied to the table, she knew this was the way. He grabbed the back of her head and helped her go back and forth. She resisted slightly and he let her pull away. She went back to teasing him with her bright lips and tongue.

Eventually, his groans took on a fevered rhythm. She knew it was time. As he started to grunt, she pulled back with her mouth open, ready to receive his gift. He came hard, spurting his hot, sticky load into her mouth, over her lips and across her cheek and nose. She was prepared, yet it was still shocking nonetheless. He was like an animal marking his territory. She realised that he possessed her fully now.

She was looking at him, expectantly, waiting for his direction.

"You know the rule," he said.

She smiled slightly. "Oh yes, I remember, Dan," she said. "I must not waste your gift."

She touched her face, scraping the cum towards her mouth. However, she did not quite act as he expected; she did not swallow it. Not yet.

What she did next surprised him. She stood and walked over to the piece of paper with the rules. It was still there in its formality, unsigned yet fully active nonetheless.

She leaned over, her mouth full of cum, and kissed the document at the bottom, underneath her side. The result was the mark of her lips in faded a red lipstick mouth, mixed with the remains of blobs of his jism.

She stood up, looking directly at him, while calmly scraping the cum from her face into her mouth. She licked her mouth, swallowing the remainder of the cum that was left behind. Her eyes were shining.

"I thought I would seal our agreement symbolically, as you suggested," she said. "What more appropriate way of formalising it could there be?

"Did I do well?"

He was full to the brim, bursting with pride.

"Good girl," he said.

She sauntered out of the room, and he watched her go with hunger in his eyes.