My slave in I finally moved into together and this was a big step for us both. You see neither one of has been able to stay focused on the D/s dynamic because she lived with her folks and I had a non-kinky roomate. It's hard to grab a handful of hair, or bend someone over for being mouthy when in such circumstances.
So, soon after moving most of the stuff into the new apartment and getting the playroom set up we had a talk where we each discussed the new situation, what each hoped to get out of it. The gist of it was that we aggreed that the day-to-day accountability needed to be stepped up. I want to shape her into a pleasing and eager slave and she wants me to be consistent at doing that.
So today we were and there was this great moment that went completely sideways. We had finished doing a sensory reassociation scene that involved lots of kissing a stroking when she threatened, albeit playfully to bite me.
"If you bite me, it will be bad." I said it that you-better-not-push me Dom voice.
"Or what, Sir?" CHOMP! right on my right cheek.
I got up immediately and got the paddle. She struggled almost the whole time until I reminded her "If you do not assume the position, this will that much harder, and take that much longer."
So she settled down. I paddled her five times and told her it was done. Right away she did her best to shove me out of the way so I pinned her down.
"Didn't you agree to this?" I asked, angry.
Nothing. Stone cold silence paired with that stare that purposefully misses direct eye contact.
She wouldn't look at me, and went into an angry place.
"I don't what's going on, Slave, but I am going to leave the room for you to process this." I gently stroked her hair. "Come out and see me when you are feeling better or ready to talk."
About an hour and half I hadn't heard a peep from the bedroom. She was napping. I laid down next to her and kissed her shoulder. "I love you so much." I whispered.
That woke her up. She came out of the room not long after that, sleep addled and groggy. She decided to start making brownies. Then we talked.
She was abused in a previous D/s relationship and has some triggers that I do not fully understand. Indeed I was not aware of them. But we talked about it briefly.
Later. "You know I would never punish you for no reason."
A smile "Yes, Sir."
"So you trust me still?"
"Of course, Sir. You just don't know my ways."
Not all of them to be sure. But I look forward to each step on our journey; the uphill parts too.
