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Oct. 25th, 2005 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorBelthazor was having far too much fun with the Ethics assignment. Of course, it helped that Phoebe seemed to be enjoying it as well.
Following the rules, he had discussed boundaries with Phoebe and agreed that he would not do anything to cause her harm or humiliation (not that he would want to anyway). The French maid and harem girl outfits were right out (except in the bedroom). Phoebe didn't want any of the other masters to be able to touch her; he agreed and amended it to be no one could touch her without his permission. Phoebe trusted him enough not to want a safe word, but heeding the rules again, they decided on one.
His "Bright One" he decided to call her; she addressed him as "Beloved Lord." That had been her choice, and what could he say, he liked it. "Don't let it go to your head," Beka had warned him sternly. He was trying not to, but at least with Phoebe it was easier to enjoy the assignment than rail against it like others had been.
After class he'd found the gift Phoebe had sent him, the silver bracelet with inset wolves. It pleased him, so he decided to reward her with a special night out. There was a restaurant he remembered in Colorado, a fancy mountainside place where the Brotherhood had once had an above ground meeting. It was private and away from school, and when you could shimmer out to avoid paying the bill, cost didn't matter much.
Following the rules, he had discussed boundaries with Phoebe and agreed that he would not do anything to cause her harm or humiliation (not that he would want to anyway). The French maid and harem girl outfits were right out (except in the bedroom). Phoebe didn't want any of the other masters to be able to touch her; he agreed and amended it to be no one could touch her without his permission. Phoebe trusted him enough not to want a safe word, but heeding the rules again, they decided on one.
His "Bright One" he decided to call her; she addressed him as "Beloved Lord." That had been her choice, and what could he say, he liked it. "Don't let it go to your head," Beka had warned him sternly. He was trying not to, but at least with Phoebe it was easier to enjoy the assignment than rail against it like others had been.
After class he'd found the gift Phoebe had sent him, the silver bracelet with inset wolves. It pleased him, so he decided to reward her with a special night out. There was a restaurant he remembered in Colorado, a fancy mountainside place where the Brotherhood had once had an above ground meeting. It was private and away from school, and when you could shimmer out to avoid paying the bill, cost didn't matter much.
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