Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones

[not_whales]

WHO: Dwei and Veronica
WHEN: Sunday the 22nd, Afternoon
WHERE: Veronika's torture chamber House.
WHAT: The basement. The basement. The basement. The basement. THE BASEMENT.

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[pravdadomina]

Veronika had never been one to shy away from most things. When the time would come for her to reveal her quote-unquote alternative lifestyle to past significant others, she would do so with only the most minuscule hints of apprehension, though that in itself had often been overshadowed by her seemingly nonchalant way of bringing up the topic. However, that was it, not once had she never been the one to initiate that talk. Not once had she ever had to deal with someone accidentally stumbling into things she had not been prepared to touch on just yet.

She was used to breaching this side of her slowly as a way to gently lure in the other - or to at least teach them a thing or two before they ultimately left.

Now, however, Veronika was at a loss.

Swallowing, the older woman offered her horrified boyfriend a shaky smile as she slowly moved towards him. "Ah, Dewi, how should I-" She bit her lip, hastily pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she gently grasped his wrist, attempting to tug him back upstairs. "May we speak about this...elsewhere? I imagine trying to chat while here would prove distracting," she said with a weak laugh.

[not_whales]

She was right. He could not imagine just what direction this conversation would take within this chamber, as the only place to sit comfortably was the bed - and he also would rather not imagine what activities took place there.

Her hand was on his wrist, tugging insistently, and after remaining stubbornly still, he allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs. The kitchen, yes, the kitchen. It was comfortable here. Knives, forks, spoons, plates, dishwasher, table. It took him several minutes to calm down enough to speak. "Veronika, what-?"

[pravdadomina]

Veronika all but threw herself down on top one of her dinning room tables, tempted to bury her face in her arms and perhaps give a brief yell of annoyance. Instead, she opted to sit with a slight slump in her normally perfect posture, smile strained and fingers rubbing at her temples.

"What indeed," She started, chewing on the inside of her cheek before letting out a heavy sigh. "How should I-" A pause. "That is-" Another pause. "Dewi, moje láska, have you...have you ever heard of the terms 'BDSM'? Or 'femdom'? Or, ah, 'dominatrix'-?"

[not_whales]

Well, of course he'd heard of them. In movies, television, books, even plays. He knew such... toys existed, but never gave much a thought towards their purposes or where they belonged or how.

But the important thing was her relationship to them. "...y-yes?"

[pravdadomina]

"I..." Veronika bit her lip, suddenly feeling the urge to shrink against her chair. But she resisted, sitting up a bit straighter in a weak attempt to save some face as she breathed out deeply. Eyes locking with Dewi's, Veronika's lips pursed before she finally relented.

"I actively participate in the BDSM lifestyle." Another deep breath. "Specifically femdom. And I-" Her hand reached out, finger brushing against the top of Dewi's palm as she continued. "I suppose you can say I'm something of a, ah, dominatrix."

[not_whales]

"This... doesn't make sense though," he allowed her hand to trail over his before he pulled away, rubbing the spot still warm from her caresses. "We've slept together... erm, many times times now, but you've never been... erm, that dominating with me before, nor have you used any of those... things with me, either. Do I just not remember, or-?"

[pravdadomina]

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Veronika replied, fingers clenching briefly the moment his hand pulled away. "I didn't...want to scare you away like I've done with the others. And I was going to tell you, mi-ah, Dewi. But I wanted to wait and not...force this on you, really."

[not_whales]

"Uncomfortable? Veronika, I am uncomfortable now. I realize why you would want to hide this from me, but it was going to come up eventually, and now that it has, I don't..." he paused, bringing down his voice to a lower volume. "I don't know what to do about it."

[pravdadomina]

Veronika could feel her fingers twitch, wanting to reach out again but she decided against it. Instead, she swallowed and then forced herself to give the man a faint smile. "Then I suppose you'd want to leave now. I won't be offended if you want to break up, Dewi."

[not_whales]

"What? No, no, Veronika," he stood up from his chair and paced over to where she sat, kneeling on one knee and placing his hands on hers. "I don't want that. I would never want that. I have a few skeletons in the closet, too, and I would be damned if this was a big enough deal for us to part."

[pravdadomina]

"Ce-?" Her eyes lowered, staring at their interlocked hands a she bit down on her bottom lip once again. Shifting on her chair, she squeezed his hand briefly. "Dewi, I do not want to force you into anything that you may regret. And-" Her brow furrowed. "And I am not sure how well I will take it if you decide to leave later because of this proving to be too much for you."

[not_whales]

"We could use a- oh, what is that blasted thing called -oh, right; a safeword? I don't... I imagine that this has become a personal hobby of yours and my introduction into your life has made it incapable of you pursuing it as you would wish," at least he hoped she wasn't bringing strange men home while they were officially dating.

[pravdadomina]

"Dewi-" And here she could not resist leaning forward to place her hands against the side of his cheeks, lips brushing against his own in a chaste kiss as she smiled weakly. "You are too sweet, darling. But we do not have to do any of this. I am perfectly capable of being with you without the added, ah, kinks." Another kiss. "And I have not partaken in...any of this since early March. It would be quite disrespectful to our relationship, I would think."

[not_whales]

Nothing could fill his heart with more warmth than her words and her kisses. "But I would be more than happy to oblige in your... hobbies. As for a safeword, how about... erm 'Romeo'?"

Goddammit why was that the first thing to come to his mind.