Bodie slid his finger upwards over the face of his smart phone, The words scrolled smoothly towards the bottom of the screen, one page, two pages, three pages and four pages for Louise to read, digest and hopefully not panic and cancel like some other hopefuls before her.
He carefully read every word and checked the spelling, not trusting the spell-check and predictive text apps. Not because they were faulty but he knew from experience that whether it was English or American, they would occasionally and erroneously substitute key words that bore no resemblance to the meaning of what he had typed!
One rule to abide by at all times regardless of where we may be and regardless of circumstances is, you must ALWAYS ask me for permission to orgasm!
Fourty eight hours before assessment: You must consume 200ml or water for every hour you are awake.
Twenty four hours prior to any assessment the following rules MUST be observed:
1. Hair must be washed, conditioned and styled in whatever manner has been decided by me.
2. All hair from armpits, full length of legs, pussy and arse must be completely removed.
3. Finger nails and toe nails to be cleaned, trimmed smooth and be polished/coloured (optional).
4. The following foods/fluids must not be consumed: Onion, garlic, asparagus, chives, curry, soya sauce, olives, fish including any shellfish or canned fish products and cheese.
5. Absolutely no pleasurable stimulation of clit, pussy, nipples or arse in ANY way.
Two hours prior to assessment the following rules must be observed:
1. Enema then douche thoroughly followed by shower or bath.
2. Floss and brush teeth followed by mouthwash.
3. No consumption of any food.
Adding, 'Do not masturbate! Goodnight'. Bodie pushed the 'send' key, turned off his phone, switched off the light and quickly drifted off to sleep.
The alarm was set to the Jazz station on level three volume. That way he was awoken gradually and rhythmically. It was usually set for six o'clock but today he had set it an hour earlier so he could get to the beach and do some laps as the sun rose above the dunes.
Ever since the temporary installation of the shark-proof net at Cottesloe, Bodie had changed his swimming and walking routines during the summer to match the period the net was in place. Between December 1 and March 31 he would swim two kilometres, then walk three kilometres along the beach three times a week and finish off the morning with breakfast at the 'Blue Duck Café' on Marine Parade. Outside of this period, Bodie would swim at 'Beatty Park' or walk around 'Hyde Park' prior to breakfast at one of his favourite Cafes in nearby Mount Lawley.
Today was a little different as the meeting he had arranged with Louise in the afternoon had shortened his day considerably and he had some errands to run before seeing her. The Post Office, Bank, some grocery shopping, all would be ticked off his list by lunchtime.
The water was exceptionally calm this morning and at 5:20am there were only three other swimmers as he waked out past the line of breakers and began a leisurely freestyle north, and 40 meters off-shore. Twenty minutes later his six foot tall, lean and toned physique was walking at a brisk pace along the soft, chocolatey white sands that were Cottesloe Beach. His hair and knee-length bathers drying naturally in the light easterly breeze. It was just coming up to 6:30am when he rinsed off near the recently built wading pool and showers and changed into board shorts and a black cotton button-up, short-sleeved 'Rusty' shirt. He then made his way to the 'Blue Duck Cafe', a short way down the parade. He arrived just as the doors were being opened.
He chose a table directly overlooking the beach and ordered his usual breakfast of bacon, mushrooms, fried eggs, with bananas and strawberries on the side, with a large skinny cappuccino. Bodie had turned on his mobile shortly after getting out of bed saw the four messages from Louise even though he had told her not to reply to his last text from the night before. He smiled, and frowned at the same time as he opened them up. The first read,
"Oh my gosh....you bad, bad man!". The second read,
"How could you do this to me? Do you realise how scared and how horny I am right now". The third said,
"What do you mean I can't masturbate????".
The final one read,
"You are evil!" Bodie did not reply.
Now as he sat in the "Blue Duck" waiting for his breakfast he mused as to whether he should look at his phone again or wait until later. He decided to leave his phone in his pocket, on silent and with vibrate off. As he looked out over the shimmering blue Indian Ocean, his constantly busy mind drifted off momentarily to the last seven years which had been filled with adventure after decadent adventure in the world of Dominant-submissive encounters and relationships.
Bodie had never been shy and had found quite a few girls at nite clubs and pubs who were willing to explore their sexuality through his natural aptitude and quickly acquired skills in the area of BDSM. He had researched it at the library, online and had also picked up various information through images in some old hardcore pornographic European magazines although they were now outdated through the proliferation of websites.
Commencing work and earning money immediately after finishing school enabled Bodie to have the cash to spend on whatever he liked. He would always buy rope from the hardware store as it was reasonably priced and of good quality compared to the dubious and over-priced material found in sex shops and online. When time was an issue, he would not think twice about entering a sleazy sex shop in Northbridge just so he could purchase the latest vibrators, dildos, floggers and restraints otherwise he would order online and wait for the item to arrive in the post although this could be a bit of a headache whilst still living at his parent's house!
Being the son of a builder Bodie had spent many hours playing around in his dad's garage using hammers and nails, screwdrivers, glue, nuts and bolts and various saws, files, rasps and planers to create things like coffee tables, chessboards and bird cages with wood and as he grew older, with steel using a welder and a oxy-acetylene torch and soldering irons. He enjoyed using his hands to create and make just about anything so it wasn't surprising that he experimented with replicating sex toys and restraints he purchased into items that were stronger and quite often with interesting add-ons.
He often wondered what happened to his beautiful, childhood sub Angela, the special girl who had contibuted to exploring and developing his natural aptitude as a Dominant. He had heard some second-hand stories via his mother and apparently Angela was still single and pursuing her career in Medicine. They had seen each other a few more times after that very memorable afternoon at her mother's house seven years ago but opportunities thereafter became fewer and fewer due to their study and work commitments respectively. The last time they had seen each other was seven years ago and he mused that it would be an interesting exercise to track her down and see if she was still interested in Ds.
The morning sun rays made the surface shimmer as he looked out across the calm sea towards Rottnest Island. So clear was the air and sky that the island seemed only half of the eighteen kilometre distance from the shore in front of him. He was twenty three years old and his body was in great shape. As he sipped the cappucino, he smiled to himself and imagined what he was going to do with Louise.
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Handsome Deviant
RomanceIn primary school Bodie knew he was different from the other boys. The way he thought about girls and how he spoke and played with them was way beyond his years. As a teenager and then into his early twenties his escapades evolved and matured into...
