BDSM (Larry)- English translation

Chapter 17- more rules

Louis paused in his movement and nodded.

"I got it, sir," Louis sighed, wrote it down and even wrote down three exclamation marks behind it. Now Harry should be even happier right?

"Okay. So there are Doms who do the thing with a dress code. I don't want that in everyday life. Wear what you want. But it may also be that I demand something else. For example, that I want you to be at home here, that you are naked, or that you wear something specific when going out. Especially when we go to the handcuffs. If I say something, I expect you to implement it. Without complaining or throwing a tantrum.

"Yes, sir," Louis murmured and wrote it down nicely. He was quite glad that Harry didn't want to put clothes out for him every day or demanded that he suddenly wears schoolgirl skirts every day or something. There were probably Doms who did something like that. Louis was rather the cozy and practical type. He had less left for unusual patterns and cuts. All the better if he could normally decide for himself. After all, if he had violated a rule, he could just walk around naked and then Harry would forget that, right? It would be worth a try.

"The next point is your professional career."

Louis immediately wanted to open his mouth. No! Harry had nothing to decide!

"Hold on for a moment and let me stop. It's not your turn right now. You decide what you want to do for a living and what your career should look like. I'm not stuck in between. But and that's a big but: I expect you to do what you do right. If I notice that it's half-hearted, or you somehow want to cheat yourself or something, I'll get involved. And in the way I think it is appropriate. Got it?"

Louis nodded, then realized what he was doing and wanted to shake his head directly. So it became more of a spinning of the head on the neck. He quickly acted as if he only wanted to stretch and then said as casually as possible: "Yes, I understood."

"Never consider me inattentive or try to lie to me. Believe me: That doesn't work."

Okay, I guess I really didn't have it.

"Because you recognize something like that at first sight?"

"No. Because you can't lie."

"How do you want to know that?" Louis asked and looked up innocently from below.

Harry smiled and stroked his cheek with his hand.

"Because you can still smile, like a child," he said quietly.

Louis blushed heavily. But he didn't expect anything like that now.

Harry himself didn't know what had happened to him, but it was true. In addition, there was Louis' desire for praise and recognition. Harry had already noticed this at their first meeting in the bar. Louis liked to be praised very much. Harry didn't try to analyze this directly, but admittedly it was difficult for him.

Louis had reacted immediately to instructions and always did it quite carefully. Even if, as before, he didn't really feel like taking care of his clothes. This site had something incredibly cute and innocent. Harry wanted to protect them, they were always hidden. He wanted to be there for them.

But someone who had such a childish side usually didn't particularly understand lies. It just stood in the way. He considered Louis more as a cheeky guy. But he would get to know him even further and the better he did that, the more reliable the picture of what he made himself would be.

Both from a professional point of view and out of private interest, he was of course also trained to analyze a person's physical expressions.

Did anyone really have permanent stomach problems for physical reasons, such as the consumption of spoiled food or could the number one sick person, stress, also be the reason?

He had taken some further training on topics such as body language and what should he say? It was quite useful both professionally and privately.

"Okay. Where were we?" Harry looked for his thread again and then continued: "I attach great importance to greetings. If I come home, you come to me. You interrupt your activity if it is somehow possible and when you come after me, you come to me first. You get into your basic position until I say something else."

"Yes, sir," Louis hummed and wrote it down. That was quite time-consuming. Well, he would have to get used to it. After all, Louis also saw a benefit in it. He liked to talk about his day. Currently only his artificial bamboo. But Harry could now take over his task and if he always had to dance with him anyway, that was a very good situation, wasn't it?

"You will plan two sports sessions per week for yourself."

"What?!"

"I'm sorry, what that means. We already had that."

"But why is that?"

"Sever positions require a fit body. In addition, Dr Scott also noted that sport would do you good. And a healthier diet, which I would have ordered anyway, too."

"But me and sports... That doesn't fit so well." Neither did the healthier diet, Louis immediately thought.

"Is that a no?"

"Uh....no.... Because that probably wouldn't be so good for me...."

"So it's a yes?"

"Probably.," Louis sighed heavily.

"Good. Then tell me by today in a week what exactly you want to do. I'll pay you everything. And since it's my rule, we don't discuss it."

Louis really didn't discuss. He sympathized with himself. He was a sloth. He had always been. He was relatively slim because he sometimes can't take it.

But sports? Well, Harry didn't look as if the point was negotiable. He would probably have to go through that. After all, he was allowed to choose what exactly he wanted to do. There was dart-sort there. Maybe he could darten or something. Saturday evening in a nice pub.

Harry wanted to leave it at that for now. He didn't want to kill Louis, but at the same time he wanted to get in with him as directly as possible. A narrow degree.

"Is there something you can spontaneously think of that you want in it?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes... I want us to take each other in our arms every night before going to bed," said Louis with his chin defiantly stretched out.

"All right. Write it down, too," Harry smiled reassuringly. He would never rule negatively on such a thing. He would much rather take Louis directly in his arms and never let go again. And then know how he got to this point of all things.