Free Safewords: Davenport and Chiffon by Candace Blevins

included), and no permanent marks. He wanted the ability to have her pierced at his whim, and they negotiated it down so he could require genital and nipple piercings, in whatever number and location he chose.
    She agreed he'd have control of her orgasms, she'd spend time kneeling before him in the evenings to tell him about her day, and all disagreements would be discussed rationally and respectfully, with any name-calling or other disrespectful behavior resulting in punishment.
    She also agreed to stay with him for the next two weeks, at which point they would discuss her moving in with him.
    They ate at a downtown restaurant before dropping by her condo to pack a week's worth of clothes and her laptop, along with more toiletries. In the car on the way back to his house, she finally said what she'd been thinking. “It doesn't feel any different, yet."
    "Do you want it to?"
    "Yeah, a little."
    "I can invoke a scene at any time, as long as it doesn't interfere with your work. Once I do, I can micromanage just about every aspect of your life—the food you eat, whether you feel pleasure or pain, whether you have freedom to move about or are locked in the cage or chained to the bed, all at my discretion. I'm choosing to allow you to walk and talk normally right now. It may seem the same, but it's not. When we get home I'd like you to take your clothes to my closet, I cleared a section of the bar this morning. You'll also find another empty drawer in the bathroom under the one you're using now; the rest of your toiletries should go in there."
    When she didn't say anything, he continued. “Once you've put all of your things away I'd like you to take a quick shower, lube your ass, and come to the bedroom."
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    Chapter Six
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    The two weeks passed quickly, with lots of communication, lots of sex, and a little pain here and there. Dana's back and ass were finally healed and she craved the kiss of the whip again.
    The first couple of days of kneeling and telling him about her day had been awkward, but by the end of the first week she found herself looking forward to it. Kneeling before him, having his undivided attention, telling him of the good and bad, and anything that tweaked her emotionally—she understood it gave him information he needed about her state of mind, as well as putting her back into submissive mode after being in charge at work.
    She asked him about his day during dinner, and tried to give him the same attention he gave her. She was amazed at how much she was learning about electricity, but also how much she discovered about him as a man.
    At the end of two weeks she had no doubts about moving in with him. Her closet was built, with shelves, bars, and drawers ready for her things, but the bathroom still had a long ways to go.
    The morning of the move, Dana and Zach drove to her condo to meet the movers, and she found herself looking at the largest man she'd ever seen.
    "Dana, this is Ethan Levi. Ethan, I'd like you to meet my Dana."
    She looked at Zach, wondering at his phrasing, and Zach smiled and said, “Ethan's in the scene, pet. I've known him for years, from when I spent time in Atlanta. He came to Chattanooga temporarily to expand his moving business and met the woman of his dreams, so he lives here now."
    Ethan shook her hand, and hers seemed to disappear in his. She tried not to gawk at his size, and his muscles, but it was hard. He said, “I understand you're an interior designer, I'm considering adding design services. Would you be interested?"
    "Sure, though I think you may want to have someone like me for your upper end clients, and possibly a less expensive designer for everyone else."
    Nodding in agreement, he said, “That's what I've done in Atlanta. I've been asking around and your name has come up a few times, so I was pleasantly surprised to discover you belong to Zach. He wouldn't care about someone who wasn't honest, so if you want the job it's yours.