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A day in her life (momma X QB)

A few years ago...​

Nathaniel was among the few in his neighborhood who said that he loved it when the snow fell from the sky. Yes, everyone hated being outside shoveling snow from their driveways or the chilling temperatures that would leave some shivering even when bundled up. When it snowed, it was almost...calming to watch the snowflakes fall from the sky, to cover the world in white. As if...purifying the otherwise dirty and unattractive world they lived in for a moment of solace. Nathaniel had many ghosts in his past, some that made him openly regret the choices he made, but for the young 26 year old bachelor, that was mostly behind him now...

It's beginning to look alot like Christmas~

Yuletides songs often calmed him down. Nothing like sitting on a recliner, watching the fireplace with a blanket and a mug of Wassail to sip away to. Akin to meditation, sitting like this before the fireplace to reflect on the past was almost a Christmas tradition he would do year after year to perhaps distract him from the gloomy and lonely household. His brother lived overseas in Thailand and his parents remained at England. He really wanted to visit them, but flights going to Warwick were delayed by the snow storm yesterday. Opting instead to stay at home, he sipped the mixture from his mug until he looked outside...

He didn't mind the homeless much, having given his dues for the Salvation army charity drive just months ago, but he heard something creaking open and then closing. Was it the tool shed? Did He forget to lock it again? Nevertheless, he put on his coat, walking towards the back exit when he saw...a person huddling beneath his gazebo, clearly affected by the cold despite how well he pressed the jacket. Closing the door behind him, his slippers stamping against the cold, he endured the bitter frost as he looked up to the person, saying

"Are you looking for a place to stay? Why not come inside? I got some hot cider on the kitchen range if you want some..." he said, holding out his hand to the person, completely unaware that she was going to change his life...

Now​

He worked hard to smuggle the cake inside. Things have really changed since he had invited her inside. The girl, whose name he found to be Trista matured to a very beautiful and intelligent young lady. Ever since that day, she lived with him in his household, having started attending school two years ago. She looked absolutely gorgeous, enough to remind him of... "Good morning, Trista." he greeted, smiling as he picked up a roll of newspaper and his coffee, "We're all out of cereal. Remind me to pick some up on the way back from work." he said, opening the newspaper to read about the daily news.

Nathaniel treated Trista as a father would have treated his daughter. He heard about the things she said to her psychiatrist years ago. It was almost...tragic to hear that she grew up in an abusive household, adopted by a Step Father who seldom cared for her...but as he would often say to her, such times were behind them. "Say, how did that Fundraising go for your class?" he asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Yes, life was good. In fact, he looked forward to teaching as well!

But when she returned home, he wanted to celebrate the day they first met...he hoped she liked ganache chocolate cake!
 
Trista was just getting out of bed and dressed for the day with a smile on her face as usual. It was amazing how her life had changed so much over the last fer years. Three years to be exact. Oh the years before she found her new home were harsh to endure. Her real father had been killed in a car wreck with a drunk driver on his way hoe form work one late night. She had only been 8 at the time, she would never forget that night. It was on a new years of all days and she and her mother had stayed up waiting on him so they could bring in the new year all together with fireworks and cake and lots of other goodies. Sadly all they had gotten was a late night visit from an officer telling them regretfully that he was not coming home. Her and her mother had been devastated that night and to be honest no new years had ever been the same since. Shortly afterwards, her mother had gotten bad into drugs and alcohol trying to drown her pain. in the mix of it all her mother had ended up with a new lover, one of her drug dealing buddies. he had manipulated her into marrying her and let him adopt her daughter and he would take care of them for life. at first it had been fine, however after her mother had sealed the deal he became a new person. he was cruel and had a tendancy to think anytime Trista didnt do as she was told that she deserved to be punched or kicked. her mother was too intimidated by the guy to do anything about it and kept saying it would be okay that it was no big deal. for years Trista put up with it and even had be his little drug runner for him just to keep from getting hit. however after she had turned 16 it got worst. the sorry bastard had come into her toom late one afternoon and tried to rape her. that had been the last straw for Trista. she somehow managed to get away from him and made it out the front door. it was the dead of winter at the time and he thought she would come running back from the cold and allow him to have his way with her after he hurt her, after all the only thing she had left with was the clothes on her back. at the time she had decided that freezing to death in the cold was better than staying with him. so she never returned. that was how she came to be at her new home. scared, broken, cold and hungry she had made her way into a shed several blocks away from her home and taken shelter as the storm grew worst. it was the best thing she had ever done with her life as she had been found by the owner of the shed, Nathaniel or Nathan as she sometimes called him. he had been so kind to her. he took her in and made her welcomed. he listened to her troubles, giving her comfort and had helped her ever since. she owned him more than she thought she could ever repay.

now she was 19 and he had given her more than just a safe caring home. he had become her friend, her companion, her life's mentor, her comforter, and her protector. He wasnt filthy rich yet still he fed and clothed her and spoiled her. she now went to a private school so her family couldnt and wouldnt find her and he even helped her get into dance school to pursue her dream as a professional dancer or at least a choreographer. because of his encouragement and support she worked hard. she kept her studies up and never missed a practice. she helped take care of his house and make it clean and did anything she could to make him smile. it was the least she could do as he gave her a reason to live. finishing getting dressed, she headed downstairs. it was a nice chilly saturday morning which meant she had plenty of time to spend with Nathan until he had to go to work and then she would have to go to her dance class. afterwards she had plenty of stuff to do around the house to help him out but she would enjoy it all the same.

hearing his good morning, she smiled as she came into the kitchen. "good morning" she said cheerfully as she went to get herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge then sat down at the table a minute to talk to him before cooking her some breakfast. "Ill try my best to remind you" she answered him then laughed at his asking about the fundraiser. "it went rather well. Cassandra fell flat on her face in the middle of it and one older guy feeling bad for her and donated an extra 100 dollars. i think he just made the extra donation because where he was sitting im sure he got a nice view" she chuckled lightly at the memory of the fundraiser for her dance school. they were trying to get money to buy new dance uniforms for the recitals that they put on. "i believe we made enough to get what we need and have a little extra for other things" she then told him sobering as she sipped her orange juice. "how about you? you got another long day of work ahead of you today?" she asked making conversation while waking up enough to be hungry.
 
Trista was nothing short of breath taking. While it was not in his place to think lecherous thoughts, even he admitted that the girl was rather beautiful, with her impertinent chest and her curvaceous form that made any male drool. Sometimes people even considered her to be his sister. For sure, Dr. Mcmillan made that mistake when she first met with her. Christmas days were no longer lonely with her presence, watching her dance and attending their school's performances gave him something to do in between sleep and work. He chuckled as well. He wasn't overly rich nor was he in poverty, so he had nothing more than a paltry sum of $20 to donate given that was the entrance fee. "Is your school planning to refurbish the room? I heard they're trying to get their name out for some funding." he said. Nothing like brand-new facilities to get the name out!

"Thanks, Honey." he said, smiling as he sipped the last drop, placing it into the sink as he turned on the tap. With some soap to lather, he asked her "Going out today?" Her friends would often drop by to go out. He always wanted to meet her friends, perhaps even invite them over. Given how...in her story her true father was claimed by a fatal car crash, he had become more and more careful, to the point where he didn't allow her to leave when they wanted to go clubbing. Putting the wet dishes onto a rack to dry, he set off, taking his jacket, coat and car keys. "Yeah. I'll be at work for today, we're going to have a meeting about the curriculum. Be good and keep the house clean, alright?" he asked, kissing her cheek playfully as he walked to the garage. "Bye~" he said, waving as he drove away, closing the garage door behind him.

That's right, they had planned to do some spring cleaning around the place, mostly the basement. The community was having a charity garage sale at the end of the month and he wanted to contribute. Sighing, he thought only of his beloved Trista, wondering just how she was going to spend her day. Parking his car and entering into Jameston Public school, he breathed deeply as he walked into the meeting room...
 
Trista smiled at his questions. "Yes we have more fundraisers coming up for different pledges on updates. In all they are hoping to raise just enough money to hold a big recital which will actually be a popular musical, and with the money they raise from admission to the recital they should have enough to update the rooms and floors. They already have half of what they need in government funds so it shouldn't be too big of a deal i dont think." she explained then shrugged at his next question. "our dance class is nominating a student committee to take over minor things such as helping plan smaller recitals and events. Who ever is chosen will get to help design the new outfits and have a voice in what the musical should entail and things like that. They are announcing the ones who got the seats on the committee today so Alexis is giving me ride so that she can come hang out here after practice. It shouldn't be long today so ill probably start on some spring cleaning later" she told him as he went to leave. as he headed out the door she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek and wished him a good day at work.

Once he left she got busy getting ready for Alexis to pick her up. She liked riding with her best friend when she could. For one Alexis came from pure wealth so she drove a candy apple red Audi which Trista loved. For two it gave her plenty of time to relax and enjoy her feisty red headed friend's company. She knew she could be open and honest with her and not fear her telling any sectets or trying to hurt her. They were like sisters in so many ways as they were so close. Alexis was the only one of her friends that she how much she loved Nathan and that she had a secret crush on him,a major crush to be exact.

"Why dont you just confess to him what you feel? Im sure he is not going to turn you down. I have seen how he looks at you." Alexis said for the umpteen time in months once she picked up Trista and headed to the school.

"I've already told you. I cant handle if he does reject me and in that event I would feel weird living with him. I couldn't handle that." She told her friend straight forward. "Now enough of that. We need to hurry to the meet up. I hope we both made counsel. It would be so cool" she added changing the subject as she did so well when she couldn't handle the current topic. Luckily Alexis took the hint and instantly started chattering away about all the things she would love to make happen if she made the cousel.


Three hours later Trista, Alexis, and 6 other happy dance friends all sat in Trista's living room making plans for their next event. The 8 girls in total had made the dance committee with Trista, Alexis, and their good friend Deisa all as head leaders of the committee. Life was perfect for the group of girls who had big dreams for their dance class as well as their school. Their plans they began putting together could not only help fund the dance class but would also help take care of the rest of the school. Together they pledged to help other groups and classes get what they needed to succeed and be recognized. On top of things their was an opening in the national dance competitions and after months of begging for the chance, their school had joined. Now they had to figure a way to put together a 20 person team out of the 35 students of the class. They had already decided on a dance off. They would have 5 teams of 7 dancers each and they would all come up with their own routine to present to the public. The top dancers would be chosen by the public and would be sent to first a district competition and then regionals and finally Nationals to represent thier school. The winner of the competitions would be awarded grants to their school to help update them.

Trista was so thrilled and anxious she thought she may explode from this awesome day. But all in all she had other responsibility to take care of. Seeing a few extra hands to help out, she convinced her friends to help her straighten up the house a bit and they could stay til Nathan got home. So together the girls did simple cleaning as Trista had also said she would sweet talk Nathan into letting them have regular counsel meetings here at the house. After all he was a nice guy and he worked allot so he wasn't always home and all of the committee was girls except for two guys. But both guys were very well mannered and was not into parties and such. Like the rest of them the guys were dedicated to thier dancing and had dreams of making a nice career for themselves.

In the midst of their cleaning Trista remembered she had a small box of books in the basement that Alexis wanted. So heading down there she and Alexis decided to dig then out. Trista had planned to clean the basement today but now that was kind of side tracked. She would have to tackle it tomorrow. However as she rummaged through the boxes she stumbled on something that shocked and excited her. It was a trunk of kinky instruments such as crops, canes, whips, and bondage gear. She gasped at her findings which got Alexis attention.

"What did you..." Alexis words trailed off as she saw the kinky trunk. "Oh yea girl you need to seriously talk to Nathan about your crush in him. I had a feeling he was secretly wild but this just confirms it and if you don't snatch him up i know someone damn sure will" she said knowing well what this trunk meant as she had her own little secret life.

Trista was still shocked but she knew her friend was right. She also knew Alexis was a total freak behind closed doors and had always wondered what that would be like to experience herself. After a quick conversation with Alexis over what everything in the trunk was and what it was for, she closed the trunk and made up her mind that Alexis was right. She needed to talk to Nathan and if she didn't at least try then she may well loose him. That was not a reality she could live with. Moving on they got the books for Alexis then went back to join the others.

Once cleaning was done, they still had a couple of hours til Nathan would be home. Wanting to do something special for him when he got home, she decided to cook supper. She still had time before starting it so in the mean time she hung out with her friends and practiced a few dances. Deciding everyone would stay til he got home at least, Trista headed to the kitchen to cook while watching her friends have fun as they talked on more committee ideas.
 
The curriculum was something that shouldn't be taken lightly. At a time when children's futures could be decided by the actions of the teachers. He sat in the conference room with 5 other teachers, mostly talking about the expectations, the Parent-Teacher council results and of course, the budget. Mrs. Derleth was the first to speak, mostly about the new union rules to be enforced starting with the upcoming school year. Something about a fee hike and mandatory party loyalty, but Nathaniel didn't really care much of it. He knew that Vernon, the Physical Education teacher did, but he paid them no mind as they discussed a scenario with less government funding.

"We could do a fundraiser. Perhaps a play?" suggested Mr. Bateman, the English teacher. "I have a small group of eager students willing to perform Othello, Midsummer Night's dream or even Hamlet. I'm sure they'd love to help out raising funds for the school." While the council seemingly had no problem with that, Nathan did find it to be a great idea. Nothing like involving the student base in helping out! After a few more discussions with regards to retirement savings they had a break, allowing Nathan to take a brief break as he drank some coffee. He had a chance to mingle with Samuel Brightman, a friend of his and the head of the science department.

"Going steady with Laura?" Nathan started out, prompting a smile from him, "Very. She plans on introducing me to her parents in Muskoka during the Holidays. Supposedly they have high expectations of me." Nathan chuckled. "I'm sure any parent's gonna be like that. I wouldn't want anything less for my dear Trista." While most of the faculty knew that Trista was his adopted daughter, no one knew he had taken her off the streets to be raised like a daughter to him. Samuel took a pastry, leaning on the countertop. "Heh. Tell me about it, Laura's really considering an RESP already. University costs ain't cheap now, is it. Oh, speaking of which, what do you think about St. Andrew's Private School? Isn't Trista attending it?"

Ahh yes, St. Andrew's. He wanted nothing but the best for his beloved Trista, especially since he knew a teacher there who recommended it. "It's a great place, but I feel it's worth the bill." He said. Beyond the orientation and the bustle, the uniformed student populace was quite professional: he was worried at first that Trista might feel out of place surrounded by the children of the affluent or the wealthy, but from what she had been describing they were quite friendly towards anyone, particularly her Dance classmates. With a few more pastries the break time had ended and they returned, convening to round off their meeting.

Ms. Cunningham then told the group about the results of the parent-teacher meetings. There were some concerns about conservatism and the exclusion of the theory of evolution in some books, which meant that Samuel did have to compensate with a few handouts. Otherwise the entire cirriculum looked rather sound and the principal bid the faculty members farewell. "Hey, do you wanna go over for a drink at O'Reilly's tonight?" asked Samuel. The two had known each other ever since he had taken a teaching job at Jameston, nothing like a few bar runs to get each other acquainted. "I'll consdier it. I've got some cleaning to do for today, but I'll call you to let you know." waving farewell to Samuel, he got inside the car and returned. It took quite some time, in between processing files and discussing a few things, but Trista should be home by then!

With the garage door opening, he got off the car and was surprised at the chatter indoors. "Ah. Hello there." Samuel said, "Good afternoon, ladies." When he saw Trista with a red-haired girl he knew that it must have been Alexis, the girl that Trista had made ample mention of. "You must be Alexis. A pleasure to meet you. My daughter Trista made good mention of you." he said, holding out his hand. "Are you comfortable here? I'm going to go off and buy some groceries. Did you want anything for me to pick up there?" he asked, looking through the pantry and the fridge as he set down his briefcase.
 
Trista was still beyond excited when Nathan came home. Seeing him she smiled big as he noted her friends and greeted her best friend.

"Yes i would be she" Alexis said with a smile "it's good to meet you face to face finally. I hope you don't mind all of us being here. Trista had told us this would be best for our little pow wow for the school so as to not drive the rest of our parents insane" she chuckled as she quickly liked hin even more. Even though she hadn't met him face to face til now she had liked him because unlike the others, she knew Trista's story and tried to protect her shoulder her step dad pop up ever. "Oh and Trista has lots to tell you" she giggled as she grinned to her friend. "Oh yea speaking of which, I should get everyone home so we can share the good news with our parents" she said as she went to hug Trista "call me later and let me know if our plans are cool to go forward with and then we will work out the rest" she told her.

Trista smiled watching Alexis interact with Nathan. It was a happy moment for her. As Alexis spoke the truth of the late hour, Trista gave her a big hug. "I will, I'll call you before i head to bed" she assured her as Alexis rounded up the bunch of friends to see that they all got home safely.

As they left, telling Nathan and Trista bye for the night, Trista let a happy sigh as she went to check the supper she was cooking. She looked forward to tonight and was eager to talk to him. However that seemed like it would have to wait as he mentioned going grocery shopping. "Yes im good here. As far as i know just mainly milk and cereal is out" she told him checking her steaks in the oven she had broiling. Thanks to him teaching her, there wasnt much that she couldn't cook and she had come to love trying out new dishes. Tonight she was doing smothered steaks for them with a fresh salad and baked potatoes. All of which was almost done and had the house smelling wonderful. "Do you want to wait til after supper to go, its just about ready" she asked him hoping he didnt have any more plans she didn't know about tonight. If so she would not have as good of a night as her day had been.
 
Alexis was a name that he heard Trista mention often, but had a hard time picturing a face for her. For some reason a celebrity keep popping up in his head when he tried to envision what the fiery redhead looked like. While he was told of her attitude, atleast her cheeriness and her devotion to her friends was something worthy of praise. Nathaniel smiled. "I don't mind at all. I'm more concerned if you ladies needed something, perhaps some refreshments?" he offered. Company over at home did make him smile, to be surrounded by many new faces yet all remained so friendly to everyone. He did, however, raise his eyebrows in curiosity when Alexis mentioned that Trista had something to say to him. Was it a test score, perhaps? Something that would make him even happier? Regardless, he couldn't wait!

"Ah. Well, drop by after school at any day, Alexis." Nathan said, waved watching the two embrace as the group soon departed, leaving the two alone. "Mhmmm~ That smells good. What's cooking tonight, Trista?" he asked, hoping that she dint see the chocolate cake he prepared! Writing down a brief list, his mouth almost watered when she mentioned what she had made for Dinner. "My, that is quite scrumptious! Ahh, I'll go to the grocery after dinner then, I can't wait to taste what my lovely Trista had cooked up!" he said, kissing her forehead.

He helped prepare the table, pouring some water onto a pitcher and set it beside them. Dinner was rather simple yet absolutely delicious, savoring every bite. "Mhmmm~" he commented, "A little on the tough side, but I do love what you've done with the sauce!" He couldn't help but be the critic, but he truly loved what she had made for him! She didn't even need to cook, but she did so regardless. Then, for the dessert. "Ahh, I remembered. I bought some cake to mark that successful fund raiser. Congratulations, Trista." he said, smiling as he placed it before her, cutting a slice and serving it up for her.

"Oh, I just remembered...what did Alexis mean by you wanting to tell me something?" he asked curiously, leaning forward. "Is it another excellent test score you got?"
 
Trista was tickled as they sat down to eat and he commented on her food. Oddly enough she welcomed his criticism as it gave her more venues to learn and grow. She could tell he enjoyed her meal by the look on his face which was satisfaction to her. Eating her own plate of food she agreed with his criticism. It was a little tough and immediately her mind concocted ways to improve its texture. Though his words brought her mind to a halt as she was finishing her meal and he congratulated her and mentioned a cake. She was shocked yet happy. "Thank you, I cant believe i didnt notice it earlier but then again its been a very busy day"

As he served her a piece of the chocolate decadence she took a bite and purred at its soft richness. "Mmm...that is perfection in chocolate" she chuckled as she ate more of it. However as he remembered Alexis words of her wanting to talk to him, her emotions suddenly went awry. She was over eager to tell him about dance class but she was nervous about telling him how she felt about him. She wasn't really sure when to spring that on him. For now she focused on the other news as she fought to contain her excitement.

"Its something better" she assured him with a smile as she then began to tell him her great news. "Remember this morning i told you i had a meeting at school about the dance committee..." she started, giving pause for her words to sink in. "I not only made committee i made one of three spots as committee leader. Alexis and Deisa got the other two spots. Becky, Amy, Sasha, Kevin, and Mark made the committee. That is who all were here. We get to be in charge of future events to help impact not only the dance class but the whole school. Oh and our school is now entered into the Dance competitions. We get to make a team of 20 of us and compete against other schools for grants to improve the school. If we make it to nationals Ms Hayworth said there is always scouts there looking for young dancers for professional studios to persue a career in dance. Im praying i make the team and we make it to nationals. If do then I'll be so close to my dream." She told him excitedly as she guaged his response to all of this knowing he would be happy for her and that she was succeeding from all of the hard work she put forward. "Oh and because of the whole parent and other siblings issues, my friends on committee wanted me to see if it would be alright to have our meetings here and maybe some practices for the dance team once its formed." She asked him hopefully. She already figured he would sau yes but still she asked out of respect and love for him.

But that last part made Alexis words echo in her mind. Letting him diguest all of her news she thought to herself for a moment. She knew she needed to tell him. She knew the more time she took to tell him the more likely he would find a lover and her chances would be gone forever. "And....." her words died as her nerves took hold of her. She wasnt brave enough to take his rejection. She just couldn't handle it if he turned her away. Even though he was not her father he still seemed to take on that role in his mind and she feared that would be what made him turn her down. Worried over the fact she had started to speak but stopped and kmowing her voice had lowered a few octaves she now worried he would fuss over what she wasnt saying. Trying to cover it she managed a "nevermind its nothing " as she attempted to make her voice cheerful again as she went back to cake in an attempt to play it off. However she knew her eyes told the truth that what she had to say was more than nothing and meant allot to her. She just hoped he didn't notice. If he did then she would have to confess her love to him and ruin everything as there was no way she could ever lie to this man. He had done too much for her and meant too much to her for her to insult him like that.
 
"Ah! That's wonderful, Trista! I am glad I bought this cake to celebrate!" he commented, smiling as he took another bite. She was so focused on her dream that it made him proud. She talked about the Committee with such passion that showed she took it very seriously. He knew he made the right choice accepting her request to go to St. Andrew's Private school! He really wanted to meet the other people she mentioned, wondering if he had seen them when they were over. "Of course, of course! I'm more than alright with your friends using the house as a meeting area. The basement gets cold at times, but there's plenty of open space if we clean it out just in time for that charity drive garage sale." Little did she know, he had...forgotten about the equipment he had stashed down there, even though he had a bigger cache up in the attic.

He raised an eyebrow when she said that it was nothing. Ever the curious type, he couldn't help but wonder just what she wanted to tell him. He was very open and all, but he could guess that even a girl kept her own secrets. "What's up? You're blushing~" he whispered, softly tickling her chin playfully. "Come on.... Tell me!" he said, softly standing up as his hands softly tickled her arm pits, chuckling. Such playfulness bordered towards intimacy, but he just loved teasing her like that. "You know...I always wondered if you were ticklish at the soles of your feet..." He whispered, softly tickling her before stopping. She could be running out of breath, but that was enough fun!

"Well, I'm going out for some groceries. If you don't mind washing up that'd be great. When I come back, want to watch a movie? I can go rent a DVD on the way back, what do you want to watch?" he asked, quickly pocketing a small piece of paper that had all of the groceries they needed, taking his coat and the keys with them. Oh, such idylic life...if only these days would go on forever... "Well, I'll be back soon!" he said, waving as he left through the garage.
 
alexis
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deisa
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open npcs

becky
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sarah
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amy
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kevin
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mark
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Trista was glad to see him so proud of her. She worked hard to try to please him and make him happy and proud. Though hearing him mention cleaning the basement instantly brought her mind back to the trunk. However her thoughts on the trunk quickly faded as he moved to tickle her.

Tickling her chin had just made her ache more as it was almost an intimate guesture and made her look over at him fondly. God she wanted to tell him but did she dare? Fortunately he didn't let her think long on that notion as he moved to tickle her arms and commented on tickling her feet. Oh lord no. She was highly ticklish and he if got ahold of her feet he could pry every secret in the world from her to get him to stop. Luckily after laughing and squealing a few minutes he stopped and let her breath. His repreive was welcomed as she was about to give in and tell him. But he mercifully changed the subject giving her a way out. "I dont mind cleaning up at all" she breathed trying to calm herself from being tickled. At the question of a movie she perked up. Maybe she could talk to him then. "How about world war z I hear its supposed to be good" she said as she moved to start clearing the table as he left.

Being upset with herself she scolded herself for being such a coward. But in the same token supper wasnt really the place for such a discussion. Thinking on him saying they could use the house for their meetings and practice she dug her cell phone out of her pocket of her jeans and called Alexis. "hey can you talk" she asked as her friend instantly picked up. 

Alexis laughed through the phone. "of course i can. now tell me did you tell him, whats up" she rambled off fast in excitement as she waited for her friend's response. 
Trista sighed into the phone as she carried dishes to the sink and cleaned up everything while talking. "no i didnt tell him that yet. 
“seriously what are you waiting for? I promise you the man is not going to just have an epiphany and automatically know you love him. Come one you have got to tell him or you will spend the rest of your life never knowing and wondering on what could have been. That is a miserable life. Im only trying to look out for you.” Alexis quickly countered as she pushed hr friend a bit more.

“I know I know, but Im just scared is all and plus supper was not the right time to tell him. Instead I asked him about the committee meetings and told him about dance class. He said we can use the house with is great and he also said we could use the basement to practice in once we get it cleaned out. So I have allot of cleaning to do the next few days to get that ready for the community charity sale.” Trista told her trying to divert the conversation. However Alexis wasnt taking now for an answer on the forner topic.

“That is great and if you want I'll come over and help you clean and keep you company.” Alexis offered then added “so are you going to tell him? Because if you dont then I will and that may make things awkward for you.” she threatened as she didnt want Trista hurt either way but she knew from experience that not taking a chance and never knowing royally sucked. She had already been down that road and not even Trista knew of it.

“Alright ill tell him” Trista shot back to hush her up knowing good and well she would make good on her threat.

“are you sure you are going to tell him? Dont lie to me. You can do this. Just have some faith and roll with the punches if you have to and above all I'm here for you. All you have to do is give me a call and ill be right over” Alexis offered once more still pushing her.

“yes ill tell him. Ill do it tonight while we watch a movie I promise” Trista said giving in as she then bid Alexis a good night and finished cleaning the kitchen. Once she was done she looked at the time on her phone. If she hurried she had just enough time to go take a shower and change into her pajamas before he got home. So with a plan in mind she headed upstairs to do just that.

Twenty minutes later, Trista made her way downstairs in a pair of black happy bunny night pants and a matching t shirt. It wasnt attractive as lingerie would be but after a long day of dance and cleaning it was comfy. Plus underneath she did wear a nice black lace bra and thong but she really didnt plan on anyone seeing it anyways as she feared what would happen when she told Nathan what she felt. She wasnt totally sure why she was so nervous about this since they had both been so open with each other but in the same token it all depended on how he would look at things. If he stayed in his role as her father then things were not looking good. Making her way to the kitchen she made herself a glass of cold tea and then made her way to the couch in the living room to wait for him to return.
 
Driving helped comfort him. When life was just overwhelming he would just jump to the front seat of the car, drive somewhere else and just sit back to enjoy nature. It worked especially well if it was winter, watching the snow fall ever so slowly in a place that seemed to belong only to him. Well, those times were behind him now because he had a person to confide with: Trista was always there to give him encouragement even when she openly admits that she doesn't know what to do or what to say. It was because of Trista he had something to work for: her career, her future and her smile...coming home weary from work and seeing her beaming and happy was all the consolation he needed.

A right turn there, a left here. He took out his wallet and picked up a parking receipt before hauling a few bags with him to the grocery store. Loblaws in the Downtown was his go-to place, but when he was a little more adventurous he'd head on down to the Sun Wa Chinese Supermarket. Looking through the shelves, he remembered the first time he brought 16-year old Trista into the supermarket: just watching her eyes curiously admire a cantaloupe or even a grapefruit, all the things she had never seen before. Of course that meant he brought home alot of groceries but not once did he regret getting her into eating fruit snacks instead of junk food and such. After all, a dancer needed to keep her composure!

Stopping by the isle, he picked up some corn flakes and placed it onto a hand basket. He picked up some Sealtest milk, but stopped when he saw a few Fuji apples on sale. "Hmm...maybe Trista would like this." he said to himself as he picked up a pound and a half. He also flipped up his cellphone upon noticing a line-up, going directly to Samuel's voicemail. "Ahh, hey, this is Nathan speaking. Sorry I can't make it to the bar...gonna spend some me time with my daughter...long overdue, heh. But oh! Anyways, I'll treat you to some Starbucks tomorrow instead, okay? Bye." He placed his basket closer, holding out his Mastercard to the seemingly bored night shift cashier. Once the transaction was made he loaded up the groceries and then moved onto his car, placing the things into the trunk.

He continued to drive, catching a glance at Kave, a nightclub he had known so well. Memories returned to him, particularly one painful thought that had him distracted until he swerved out of control, almost crashing right into an SUV prompting angry cusses from the driver that was sidetracked. Yes, such memories he had long hidden away, but regardless, he continued to drive back. He wasn't sure if World War Z was out on Netflix, but one couldn't hurt to try and check! Opening the garage, he hauled the groceries and opened the door. "Ahh. I'm home." he greeted out, seeing his lovely Trista in a playful set of PJs. Smiling, he walked upstairs for a bit, changing into something more comfortable such as an undershirt and some track pants for added warmth.

He rummaged through Netflix but found that World War Z was not out yet. Despite the disappointment, he made a suggestion: "What about...Wreck-it-Ralph?" he asked, "I know it's a kid's movie but apparently it was really good!" To be honest, he didn't care what movie they watched, as long as they watched it together...
 
Trista smiled hearing Nathan come home. Getting up and discarding a book she had been reading, she went to help him. While he went to change and get comfy, she put the groceries up. Once done she went back to the couch and waited for him.

As he returned she looked him over with an appreciative gaze and smiled as she told herself she was brave enough to talk to him about how she felt. But still she waited. With him sitting down to flip through Netflix she couldnt help but laugh at his idea to watch wreck it ralph. "Im not sure my brain can handle a kids movie" she chuckled as she looked at the choices. "How about the new Wizard of oz or the Hobbit or even the new twilight movie." She suggested not totally caring about the movie but totally resistant to a kids cartoon movie. She didn't need him to be in father mode. Not if she was going to tell him what she had found and how she longed to be with him forever. Once he decided, she did as she always did on chilly nights and snuggled close to him. He had always been the best cuddle buddy to her and the feeling of being close to him made her feel safe and secure. As she leaned into hin she couldnt help but lay her hand across his stomach and ever so often lightly moving her fingers back and forth as she lay her head on his shoulder. He felt good to her in so many small yet important ways, he always had. God if she ever lost him she didn't think she could ever go on in life as he really was her world.

Waiting til the movie started and played for a bit she finally decided she needed to speak up otherwise she may never do it. Sighing she slid him a small glance then forced herself to speak. "Can we talk about something" she asked a bit nervous and waited for his response.

Once she felt a little more self assured by him she sat up and away from him. So that she could face him. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves she continued. "I need to confess something to you and i dont know how you will take it. Ive kind of worried about it for a long time now." She said watching his expression carefully. "I....I love you ....a..and I dont mean like a father daughter love either." She paused studying his face letting her words sink in as she prayed he felt the same way. "You have done so much for and you didn't have to do any of it. You saved me and i know you have always seen me as a daughter and for a while i looked to you and loved you as a father. But as time has passed its grown to more. I wont say what ive dreamed and fantasized about though with what I found today in the basement I dont think it would shock you but I will tell you that I want to be with you forever. I want to love you and explore so much more with you. But I've been afraid to say anything because out of anyone in this world I don't think i could handle your rejection." She told him as she worried her fingers together and awaited his response with abated breath. not knowing how he would take things she didn't want to outwardly tell him just yet that she wanted to be his pet and play toy. that would have to come afterward.
 
While he wasn't quite sure why she was quite...resistant towards the idea of watching a Kid's movie, he did smile. "Alright, alright...let's go watch the Hobbit then." Going through the menus they watched the narrative about the Dwarven Lands and the descent of the dragon Smaug as he felt Trista cuddle up to him. It took quite some time for Trista to learn to trust him: since the day he invited her inside she was always so defensive, looking at him with distrust and almost avoiding any form of contact. Only when he found out that she was almost raped did he understand just why she wanted to be...far away from him. But all that changed one day when he told her that she could attend the school she wanted. From that day onward, a shy Trista said her thanks and even...cuddled close when they watched Inception on a cold December day. The fact they were...this close reminded him that it came with a bit of patience and of course...trust.

Just when they got to the part with the trolls and the dwarves being trussed up for dinner while Bilbo tries to distract them, she spoke up, wanting to talk to him about something. He paused the movie, then turned to look towards her. "Yes? Is something bothering you, Trista?" he asked curiously. When she appeared nervous, his look softened and he whispered "It's fine...you can share anything with me. I'll listen to anything, even if you hate me." The encouragement did the trick as she, with a flush on her cheek, admitted that she loved him. But what caught him more than that was the trunk in the basement. Did sh-

There was a look of complete panic upon his face, which could have dreaded the possibility of a rejection, but he closed his eyes and meditated deeply. It was true that he had loved her as a father would to a daughter...but could he ever see her as more than that? It was a question that rested heavily in his mind. And of course...the guilt of the past... After a moment of silence, he placed his hand over her head. "I would say that your words truly surprised me, Trista." smiling, he gently turned her to face him. "I don't want you to feel like you're indebted to me. Out of my freewill I took you in and I intend it that way. There is no need to worry about that." The BDSM aspect really did unnerve and almost...made him feel uncomfortable, but he sighed softly.

"I guess the secret's out, huh. Yes, I was into that when I was a bit younger, but I sort of stopped for personal reasons." he ended that sentence on a sad note, but manned up as he turned to her saying "It is true that I always have loved you as a Father would. In fact, I felt it was impossible for me to love you as a true lover, but...that can change, can it?" he said, softly leaning in close and telling her "I never loved you as such, but...maybe you can teach me how to love you more intimately." He admitted. There was quite an age gap, but it wasn't something he was concerned. It was true that he never loved her as she had for him, but he pretty much opened it up for her, telling her that he was alright with it. In other words...he agreed.

But, when she mentioned the toys in the basement he sighed "You know, BDSM isn't like what people say it is. It will take dedication, devotion and of course, submission to my words. I feel that you should consider it before making a choice. Like I said, you don't owe me anything, so don't feel obliged to accept just to make it up to me." he told her softly. For now, the idea of watching the movie was completely forgotten, instead the two just looked at each other. A kiss would be redundant at this moment, eyes fixated upon each other's...
 
Trista smiled at his words though part of her wanted to die in the same token. She noted the flicker of something in his eyes almost as though she had triggered a bad memory in his mind. She didnt like that feeling as she knew how it felt. She couldn't count the times an old song would come on the radio or she would catch a scent of something on the breeze and instantly she was back in that horrible place and time when she had been beaten and starved and nearly raped. Even now after all of this time it was still hard for her to handle when it happened.

But what was even worst was that because of her choice of words he thought she just felt indebted to him. He missed the point totally. She wished she could just take all the words back now or just do something simple to show him what she meant but sadly that wasnt possible. Sighing she sat back against the side of the couch feeling frustrated as she thought of what to say to him. It was then she realized she would just have to be blunt which usually wasnt her style if there was a more polite way to say things. "You missed the whole point" she sighed again looking down at her hands for a moment to gather herself then continued. "I didnt mean in any way that i was oblated to you. I meant that because of you I have grown. Ive learned to dream again and not always be afraid. I learned to trust and love others instead of hating them for turning thier heads and ignoring what they saw. At the point you found me I refused to be touched by anyone, not even you but that's changed. I want to be touched by you. I want to continue to learn fron you. Im not afraid to embrace the idea of BDSM the ideal behind it excites me. Alexis has been apart of it for two years and she and I share almost everything so Im not totally naive to this concept. I want to and I want it to be with you whom I know I can trust to never truely hurt me. I know how you think of me and what I want may never be but if i dont at least try then Ill never know. And I realize now that you may never get over the age gap between us but its something I can hope on. I dont know all of your past but as you told me several times its the past, it over and done and cant be changed so it doesnt matter. All that matters is today and tomorrow." She said hoping he understood and realized how much she had listened to him and how much she had grown. And if he didnt and couldn't accept that she wanted to be intimate with him then she would have to figure a way to move on which she didn't want to do. Sighing she looked up at him as she nibbled her lip in nervousness over the conversation as she needed him to fully understand and if he didn't then she would throw in towel for the night and go lock herself alone in her room.
 
He was guilty of thinking that it was a simple whim that she had said so, but the resolve in her words...even though she was pretty much wanting to lock herself up in her room and weep throughout the night, there was a strength in her heart that reminded him of the resilient girl that braved the winter tempest to find sanctuary away from her abusive household. It was quite something she was asking for: to change their relationship from a warm and familial bond to that of the loving embrace of a couple. He moved closer towards her, hands behind her own back pressing her close to him, resting his head against her scalp. "I was wrong, Trista." he whispered, "I was wrong to assume that this was what you wanted. I didn't understand you and I am sorry..."

While it was subtly cruel, he did test her with such an answer, thinking it was simply out of impulse. While he would have to review her agreement to exploring BDSM, he whispered to her ear "All this time I've always seen you more like a daughter to me, distant yet so close to me...but...I didn't say I didn't want to love you...I want to learn how to love you like I would my lover...I want...to learn how to love again." Ominous, almost eerie words that hinted at perhaps a past memory. Rejection? Perhaps desertion that left him heartbroken? Nevertheless, like Trista, he had to learn to move on...and perhaps, he could start doing so with her.

Then, in a quiet reverie, all alone in the couch, he softly lowered his gaze to look right into her eyes as he leaned in, softly touching her lips with his own, pressing into the loving embrace as he flustered, eyes closed as he softly pinned her to the couch. W-woah! They weren't going that fast! "A-ah. Forgive me. Lost my balance there." That was a lie, but he was quite flustered with the confession he had given her. In a snap, all those bad memories almost faded away from his consciousness, not forgotten but still there, yet he could only focus in the moment he was on at the moment. "Well...let's continue watching, shall we? We can talk about BDSM and all while we finish. Tell me, what did Alexis tell you of?" he asked, wanting to know just what she knew about BDSM for starters.
 
Trista gave him a small smile as he leaned towards her. She was glad of his being understanding and the way in which he went about everything. Most would probably fly off the hook at her but he didnt. She saw him control himself and she admired him all the more for it. However as he whispered into her ear she began to understand him more but in the same token she learned something that she hadnt realized yet. In his voice was an undercurrent, one of which she was familiar with. He had clearly been hurt in some form in the past and that made him weary of her. She could understand him wanting to keep a distance and not know how to love as she wanted now. It was when he pulled back slightly and their gazes met that she had her confirmation. There in the depths of his eyes hiding behind so much control and refinement of emotion was pain. The realization cut her like a knife. All this time she had always had him up on a pedestal in her mind because of how he treated her. She had never really stopped to realize that maybe he was able to help her so well because he had known what she felt in the past. She had just seen him as a kind, caring man who had pulled her away from an eerie fate and set her on the right path and who loved her in a strange regard as a daughter. But now she knew there was more to things then she knew. There was some reason why the mention of the toys in the basement affected him and why he was against the idea of BDSM with her. It was an unintentional trigger but one she would have to deal with in a manner of compassionate patience if she wanted this to work.

She had been caught in the moment so lost in her thoughts that when he moved to brush his lips lightly against hers, if caught her off guard. It was a feather light kiss but a kiss none the less and it ended too soon. Seeing him pull back and be flustered as she went to respond to him she knew she was still dealing with something from his past that he couldnt fully deal with at this point in time. It made her want to press the issue and get him to talk about it but that would be unkind to do. Feeling slightly let down as he lied to her she quickly put her own emotions in check. She would not be a self centered brat like a few people she knew who would go about this situation in a whole other manner. She would handle this with the confident grace he had taught her over the years. After all over reacting had never done anyone any good. So she gave him a kind loving smile as he pulled away. However that didnt mean she was going to let him fully get away from her. Moving to cuddle up to him once more, wanting to give him comfort as he had always done for her, she glanced up to him with understanding in her eyes. “I can tell you have been hurt, and Im sorry for that. I wont push you in the matter and Im not going to push you in this situation either. However if you want to talk about it Im here for you” she told him nearly quoting what he had told her 3 years ago when they had met and she was afraid of him and everyone around her.

As he slowly returned to some semblance of his usual self and unpaused the movie she sighed softly at his question of what had Alexis told her. Alexis had done a little more than tell her about BDSM, he just didnt know about it. A phantom of the past flashed in her eyes as she remembered the event a year ago when this all started. She had been at war with her emotions that summer and needed to get away form Nathan to clear her mind and get herself together. So she had asked him to let her go stay the weekend with Alexis. He had given in after some reluctance and parental worry of course but none the less she had gotten to go. That weekend she would never forget. They hadnt stayed at Alexis house all weekend and watched movies as she had told him they were going to do. Instead Alexis had dolled her up in a sexy outfit consisting of leather, silk, and lace that she was sure at the time Nathan would ground her for life over if he saw her, and they had met up with Alexis' Master and gone to a kinky club about 3 hours away from town. The club was called Dark Sanction. She hadnt totally known what to expect but Alexis and Azreal, her Master assured her it would be fun and that they would not leave her side as they would be her protector for the night. She hadnt understood that terminology fully until she got inside the club. Every where she looked there was girls and guys tied up in bondage or restaints all wearing in appropriate outfits. Some were being beat with a whip, others were being flogged, some played with fire, some played as pets, and some played with needles and knives. It had been a scene that triggered some bad things within Trista at the time and she had had nightmares for over a week afterward, especially after seeing one girl suspended from the ceiling with thick ropes and hooks in her skin. That had chilled Trista to the bone and added a twist to her usual nightmares. She never would tell Nathan back then of what had really upset her during that time frame, she simply lied and said she was having flash backs from her past and didnt know what was causing it other than possibly the time of the year. She had hated lying to him at the time and still she hated that she had lied to him, however she wasnt willing to tell him the truth back then and risk his anger towards her.

However she had confided in Alexis afterward of what was going on with her. That was when Alexis had sat her down one day after school and explained her the truth of the lifestyle and proved to her that it looked and sounded allot worst than it really was. She had called Azreal and had him come over and bring his toy bag with him. He had also talked to her about it all and sincerely apologized for unintentionally upsetting her. But at that time he had not known of her past either, if he had of he never would have allowed her to go with them to the club that night. None the less he and Alexis had allowed her to see first hand the instruments used and allowed her to mess with them herself without their help. They understood her trust issues clearly and wasnt about to make her worry by putting her into a position to use anything on her. They did however, with her okaying the idea, do a short play scene in front of her and showed her it wasnt so bad. Though she had to hand it to Alexis, she was one cray freak but she still loved her. From that point on she ha been curious about BDSM but not trusting enough to attempt any of it. However finding the trunk earlier had triggered that curiosity in her once again. She did want to know what if felt like to be flogged and tied up for the reason of pleasure but there of course was only one person she trusted enough to do it. Which now led her to this moment.

Letting out a long breath she hadnt realized she had even been holding as she was lost in thought, she suddenly brought her mind back to the question at hand. She wasnt sure how much she wanted to tell him just yet. She really didnt want to get into the details of her lie to him but knew if he pushed her she would spill her secret as she always did where he was concerned. “What I know of it is basically text book knowledge really” she told him starting off to solidify her claim that she had never done anything along those lines. “Alexis has explained to me the safety rules and guidelines. She has warned me of the dangers involved in certain forms of play. She has explained to me of the different dynamics within the lifestyle and everyone is different depending on the people in the partnership and each has their own set of rules or protocols as she put it. She has explained to me the difference between a Dominant and a submissive person and the roles. I know basics I guess you could say and I know that it seems worst than it actually is.” she told him being a little casual not wanting to tell him too much about Alexis unless he requested more about her and her Master. "As far as the dedication, devotions, and submission you warn me of, I am not worried about that as I know I can do that. I am already devoted and dedicated to my career I can handle being that to you as well. As far as submission in some semblance I have already tiptoed on that line with you just not the in the same mannerism of BDSM. Ive submitted to your rules and listened to all that you have told me even if i didnt agree with it at the time. I believe i can do more. Also in a sense I already try to care for you as a slave would by helping take care of the house and cooking for you. This isnt something Ive taken without any consideration or research." she then added wanted to instill more faith in him that she knew what she was getting into as she tightened her inner resolve that she would save him in a similar manner that he had saved her. She would somehow help him through his past hurt and teach him how to love and trust again.
 
Nathan was no fool, feeling a sense of...disappointment about when he had spoken his words. Worry and sadness...there was quite some emotion going on in their little in-movie exchange, perhaps because they meant so much to each other. There was nothing in the world he'd trade for his beloved Trista. Even though it was rather...awkward for the transition from loving her as a daughter to a lover, he was willing to bear with it. He did have such strong feelings for her...it was just he never saw her as anything more than a big brother or a father.

But that was about to change.

"I...If it's alright...do you mind if we speak no more of the issue?" he asked with regards to his past. He sounded sombre and...solemn, as if wanting for her to say no more than simply asking. It brought him under quite some emotional pain to remember it...the sirens, the angry accusations...the beeping... Oh it brought him much turmoil just remembering it. He even tried to mask the sudden sadness, by trying to sound sincere when he requested it. Even so, his disposition was quick to change as he returned to smile towards her.

When she talked about BDSM he knew he didn't really need to refresh her on the basics. Perhaps he should move on past the explanations... "Hm. it sounds like she knows quite a bit. Care to tell me about her Master, if she has one right now?" he asked curiously, turning off the TV and pausing the movie momentarily. He was...feeling quite uneasy about this all, but he wasn't deterred at all. If she was curious, he was willing to try it out. But of course, there were things he would and things he wouldn't do.

"Well, let's start off with the basics. Since you already understand the rules, let's set a few things before we get to the more basic things: how far do you want to take this?" Preferably, he didn't want to have sexual contact with her, but it was her choice entirely. "I really want to test your pain tolerance, but that can come later. Now, I'm sure she explained it to you about safewords, but let's set ours to...pudding. Is that alright?" he asked, almost chuckling at the thought. If she agreed, he'd teach her more about posture and behavior...
 
Trista noted the sombre tone to his voice as he asked her to leave his past alone. She nodded quickly as,she didn't want him upset and there was plenty of time in the future to deal with his demons. As he turned off the TV and movie and asked more about Alexis, she figured she might as well fill him in. After all if she really wanted this relationship she had to openly communicate with him or it wouldn't work. "Alexis is a masochist slave. Her Master is Micheal but goes by Azreal. He is 30 and been in the lifestyle since he was 15. He is Sadist. They go to the meetings and events and clubs every weekend. They are also in a poly relationship. He has been her Master for two years that i know of and mentored her the whole time. Ive met him a few times. He is a good guy and likes to educate others on all of this." She explained as she was glad he didn't know she had already been to one of the clubs.

As he then asked her how far she wanted to go with all of this she wasn't certain how to answer. But thinking back to some of the talks she had with Alexis and Azreal before answering. In all honesty she wanted it all but she would still have to clarify her limits. "I want to try all of it. I want to go all of the way. I just dont want to do any of the toilet sports or extreme pain that goes into bloodplay. Ill leave that for the extreme people" she said with a loving smile to him as she noted he was getting a little more okay with this concept with her. As he mentioned his choice of safewords however she had to chuckle and shake her head no. "Though that is not a common word in play i dont think, i think i would rather go with what i already know. Alexis drilled the universal safe words and guestures into me that weekend i spent with her in case i needed them." She said then realized she had just slipped up and told a bit much. She hoped he didnt notice as she tried to get back on track and not fidget over her slip. "Green is go yellow is something is wrong and red is i want to stop the play for that time being. If i cant speak then pointer is green, pinkie is yellow and as Alexis loves, middle finger is red." She told him watching closely once more as she was surprised he was seeming to want to start tonight. Though the idea tickled her, she didn't want to push him. "If you are not up for this tonight I understand" she said softly as she knew he didn't seem 100 percent himself tonight with her hitting triggers she didn't know about .
 
Azrael, hm? From his old days he believed there was a name like that floating around, but he was sure he was from another club. There wasn't that many clubs outside of Club Kave but the last time he checked there were two: the Citadel and Dark Sanction. He didn't really know much about other Doms save for Mistress Devine. It had been almost years since they last connected, he wondered if that redhead was still putting her heels on men's testicles over at Club Kave. Nevertheless, he looked with curiosity asking her "Ah. He got exposed at quite a young age, I feel. You really shouldn't get into this until you're of legal age, but that's just me talking~" he said, softly stroking her beautiful ebon black locks. "A masochist, hm? I could make a joke on how she was meant to be a slave but that could be out of place. But, it's good to see someone who acts civil. We need more people like that instead of those who are into pain like flesh hook hangings or hard leather." He was unaware of her little escapade, saying all that with expectation that she wouldn't know of such things.

All of it? Wow, she was quite exposed to something if she was giving him very little limit to work around with! He hoped that she knew just what she was desiring, softly wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Well, I feel we should take it slow first. I wouldn't want to do something you don't like. But at the same time..." he softly pressed her closer, "We would never know until we try!" he said, tickling her belly button a little bit. He kept note of the things she didn't want which makes them on the same page. "Hm. I'd agree to that. Can't really stomach those things either."

He raised his eyebrows when she mentioned 'weekend'. "Hm. That seems like a good system." Of course, her mention of that weekend didn't escape his inquisitive and curious mind, instead shelving it just so that they could focus on the topic at hand. "Did she wear plenty of gags? Usually you'd be able to go with just the words unless you're gagged up." While he did imagine the beautiful Alexis wearing a gag, for some reason the image of a ball-gagged Trista came to him. To see her lips pried open, strands of drool dripping from the corner of her lips as sultry moans came from her gagged mouth...just a picture too irresistible! Then again, his beautiful Trista would look so great wearing any kind of Gag!

"You know, we could do some basic things, but first let's get a few basics out of the way. I'm sure this one is simple, but you refer to me as master. Master Nathan works well. Is that understood?" he asked, wondering if she would call him by that immediately. Smiling, he then helped her down on the carpet. "There is also what some consider the submissive pose. Try to kneel and sit on your ankles. Legs together, back straight, arms behind your back and your head bowed. Whenever you are invited into a room or when waiting for your master, this is the position you take. Unless you have been instructed to stand or otherwise, you do not do so. Am I clear, Slave?"

When she had done so, albeit with a few slight errors, he smiled as he sat down. "Now, slave, tell me about this 'weekend' you had." she should know not to lie when speaking to him, but seeing as this was her first time he was going to take it easy on her.
 
Trista smiled at his words and his curiosity over Azreal. Granted there wasnt a whole lot she could say on the man on his past but she knew him to be good none the less. However as he commented on Alexis she couldnt help a soft chuckle and shook her head lightly. “Alexis is quite the slave even though she is masochist and does have a bratty side very rarely. However Azreal is rather high protocol so she minds pretty well anywhere that he could be concerned. But that is mainly that he is strict in his rules. Even though Alexis is crazy enough and trusts him enough to do the harder stuff he tends to make sure they dont go that far.” she explained about the couple who were good friends to her. Then feeling him place his arm around her shoulder and moved closer while warning her they needed to go slow she happily nodded all the while enjoying his closeness which told her he was warming up to her, which just made her happy as a lark. “I understand that we need to go slow, I agree whole heartedly. Im simply saying Im up for trying almost anything at least once and going from there” she smiled at him as she locked her gaze on his and paid special attention to him.

She didnt fail to notice though that he may have caught her slip just then as his eyebrows perked up a bit. That wasnt a good sign in her book. However he didnt say anything so she considered herself lucky and delved into the next part of his words. Hearing his commentary once again about Alexis once again made her chuckle as she clarified. “yes she has from what I hear which is why she taught me the signs just in case I got into this” but then she laughed more as he moved to tickle her belly button. God if that wasnt fun torture on a minimal scale. Why she had to be born so ticklish she didnt know but it was a definite disadvantage some days. However as he stopped then told hr he wanted to go forward with a few things tonight she was surprised. Stopping her laughter she once again met his gaze and smiled at his direction to call him Master. She was officially happy that she had been bold enough to talk to him now. It may just prove worth it as he was warming up faster than she had anticipated to her in some sense.

“yes Master Nathan” she then answered him softly while smiling as he motioned her to the carpet and explained what he wanted of her for now. She wasnt worried even to start with on positions or posture. With her dancing she always had to manipulate her body in ways many couldnt. She also had to be able to hold difficult poses and then instantly move from one to the next without hurting herself. However considering work had always kept him away on the days that she had public recitals and dance events, he had never seen her dance. The thought shocked her as the realization came to her. No wonder he questioned her on dedication and devotion earlier. He had never seen the end result of her current forms of it. She may have to remedy that later on. But for now she listened to his full instructions of how he wanted her and then moved into position for him. She would have to commit his words to memory on when he wanted her to use this pose but she wasnt too concerned there either. She usually was good at remembering things which was as much of a curse as it was a blessing in some cases. Giving him a nod and a respectful smiling “Yes Master” to his commentary as she stayed put and acknowledged him.

Hearing him sit more than seeing it fully with her head bowed, she was about to wonder what else he had planned for her until she heard his next words. Dread quickly consumed her at him commanding her to tell him about the weekend with Alexis. Damn her for slipping. But then again it was two years ago so surely he couldnt do too much to her. Fighting back the lump in her throat she gathered herself then met his gaze, forcing herself at this point as she wasnt proud of lying to him and now having to admit it. “First off it was two years ago and in my defense I didnt know all of the plans at the time I told you I was going to spend the night with at Alexis house. But …. we didnt stay home like I told you.” she admitted with a sigh as she then continued knowing good and well she could not hide the lie any more and didnt want to. She had hated lying to him to begin with. “I knew we were meeting up with some of Alexis friends and going out somewhere. I knew it was a club but not what kind until we got there. But her and Azreal took me to Dark Sanction. I never told you because I didnt know how you would react and at the time I was already dealing with the fact I was starting to like you and I was confused with myself, which is why I wanted to go with her that weekend so I could clear my mind of you for a bit. But some of the stuff I saw in the club at the time scared me since I had no idea what it was back then. That was why I got little to no sleep for a few weeks afterwards. It wasnt just my past bothering me, it was a twisted version of it that mixed with what I had saw that night. I ended up talking to Alexis about it all and that was when she told me the truth and her and Azreal who didnt know of my past back then or he wouldnt have let me go, showed me truth behind it all and helped me to understand.” she explained quickly as she watched him closely for any signs of anger or any clues as to what he may say or do now that he knew about her lie. The worst part was that she knew he never liked her to go to clubs so no matter how she put it she had still gone behind him back. Even though it wasnt a huge offense like going and doing drugs or robbing a bank, it wasnt good and she knew it.
 
He really should talk to Azrael sometime. Perhaps the two could toast while watching their two slaves serve them refreshments wearing skimpy lingerie! But all jokes aside, he wanted to meet he young man. Perhaps he could learn a thing or two given how he had been in the lifestyle longer than he had been. It made him all the more curious to know, forgetting all about the painful past as the invigorating curiosity returned to him. Like when he, watching his first bondage show...completely entranced by the ropes... "They sound like the perfect couple...Now I'm more intrigued. I'll look forward to meeting them in due time." He didn't want to meet the couple right away, but he did tell her of his desire to. He was glad that they were on the same page with the progression of their little relationship, smiling wonderfully.

She was following his rules quite well right up until she began to reply back to him. Now that was a no-no. "Hmmm...and you were off to such a great start too!" he said, smiling as he softly lifted her chin up to look at him, "Even when you're unsure you must still refer to me as master. The only time you are not to call me master is in public or in front of others. Even when you're angry or being scolded, you must still call me that. Those are the rules of being a slave. Am I understood?" Like the old Nathan, he was always caring and ever so kind. He wasn't going to just punish her, he wanted her to learn and to grow in being his slave.

"You know, Trista, I'm not angry for you, because it had passed. Even if you told me I wouldn't be angry, I would have just been concerned for you since you were under aged at the time." he said. He could have reported Master Azrael for bringing a minor into Dark Sanction, but he wasn't going to do so. He didn't even seem angry in the slightest. "If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have been traumatized. Know that I am only looking out for you, Trista." But, what had passed, had passed. "But, from now on, you will never lie to Master. You can keep secrets, but you must tell me that you prefer to keep a secret as such. Am I understood, slave?" Normally, for a beginner her punishment was to sit facing the corner in the submissive position she assumed and to count from one to two hundred and fifty. But given how she was still new to this, he was going to let her off the hook.

"Now, tell me, Slave, what sexual acts don't you want to undergo?" he asked, wanting to get the awkward things out of the way first. While they were moving quite fast, he wanted to establish the limits early so he could reduce the chance of traumatizing her. "And remember...from this day forward, I will no longer take it easy on you. I will say things only once and you will be punished. But, at the same time, I will reward you also..." he whispered, kissing her forehead. This was a good place to leave for the day, perhaps they'd continue her training tomorrow.
 
Trista was part happy part worried about him being so eager to meet Azreal now. She was sure that she could arrange a meeting of the two in a few days if he really wanted it but for now she put that in the back of her mind as she listened to all he had to say. Inwardly she scolded herself as he pointed out a mistake she hadnt realized she had made. Mainly due to the fact she was worried about him being upset for hr going behind his back like she had and with him pointing out that she had been underage at the time didnt help anything. She just hoped that he didnt confront Azreal on that as it wasnt really his fault. He had not been given all of the facts and she wouldnt let him get in trouble for her stupid childish mistake. Her and Alexis hadnt seen any harm in it since no alcohol was being served as alcohol with such a scene didnt go well with each other, and it was only a week til her birthday anyways so she was overly close to being 18 at the time. As he laid down the rules upon her of when to address him and how, she took mental note and nodded, allowing him to finish his speech before she would say anything as she didnt want to interrupt him. He was right on many things and so she had to agree with him on all of it. However he didnt understand what had gotten to her so badly at the club which she would explain to him just so they understood each other clearly. With them entering this type of relationship she knew there could truly be no secrets between them other than something harmless like her doing something special for him on his birthday or Christmas and such. That was never a lie but other than that she knew there could be no secrets as doing so could and would hurt their relationship.

When he then moved on quickly to asking her preferences once more as he wanted to be clear on what she would not do, she couldnt help but smile at him. She was glad he was letting her off the hook for what she had done. That told her right off that she had been right in choosing him all along. He could be the strong Dominant man she needed yet he still held to his compassion to understand. That would mean allot to her in more ways then he would ever know.

As he finished up his speech she smiled up at him, feeling comfortable and happy being in this position now at his feet. It just felt right to her. “Yes Master I understand” she replied softly as he kissed her forehead, the sweet gesture letting her know everything was alright. “AS far as sexual acts I still stay to my original answer. Im up for trying anything with you as long as its not toilet sports or extreme play. And as far as that little incident that weekend, the underage thing was not Azreal's fault. He didnt know all of the facts so that blame falls mainly on me and Alexis for talking me into it and that it would be alright. Though honestly the only thing that really freaked me out at the club was the beautiful woman suspended with hooks in her skin and one of the scenes of degradation which was just more on the extreme part which reminded me of nearly being raped. The rest dint bother me as much even though I didnt understand it back then Master” she explained as she looked upon him with admiration.

With it growing so late, she knew they would not do much else if anything at all. So when he dismissed her so she could get ready for bed she was not surprised. Besides she still had to call Alexis and let her know she had told him the truth of things and fill her in. Otherwise Alexis would more than likely be calling her at 5 am threatening to come over and tell him what he now already knew. Getting up she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek as she told him good night, being sure to call him Master still, then headed upstairs to her room for the night. In some ways she was glad for them to stop as she was tired from such an active day. However her mind was still excited so she knew she would not go to sleep immediately. Climbing into bed, she took her cell off of charger and checked her messages. Sure enough she had a text from Alexis reminding her to call before she went to bed. She chuckled to herself as he quickly dialed her friend and then spent the next 30 minutes telling her everything. By the time she got off the phone with Alexis she had made plans for Alexis to come over tomorrow around lunch to help clean the basement. She didnt know what Nathan's plans would be with it being Sunday but she knew they had to get the basement done in the next 2 days or they would miss the upcoming community sale and she knew that event meant something to Nathan so she wouldn’t let him down. Setting her alarm for 5 am, she then settled in her warm bed and fell asleep with her plans already in her mind. She would get up before Nathan and fix him breakfast and have his newspaper and coffee ready and waiting for him. With him normally getting up a little after 630 am on Sundays she knew if she got up early enough she could get a shower and cook him breakfast and evaluate the basement before he got up. Then they could deal with the plans of the day once he got awake.


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The next morning, Trista woke up with her alarm. She hadnt slept too well through the night and she wasnt sure why. She didnt know what was bothering her but it was something. She didnt remember having any dreams but something was pulling at her making her feel almost weary of the day. Inwardly she kept telling herself she was just anxious to see what Nathan's plans were for the day and what his reaction would be to waking up to breakfast prepared for him. But still her mind kept nagging her for some reason that she needed to slow down or go back to bed or something. Pushing that all aside, she climbed out of bed and made her way to her bathroom to take a hot shower to help her wake up. Once out, she slipped on a pair of her tight black workout/dance capris. They were like slacks that ended in the middle of her shin. They were tight enough to show off her curves yet loose enough to move around in without any hindrances. Slipping on a black sports bra, already intending to workout some this morning to help ease her mind, she pulled on a short red small sleeved shirt that ended at the top of her pants so that if she raised her arms over her head her stomach would show. Granted it was chilly in the house as usual this time of year, however she had grown used to the cold and it never really bothered her. Plus she knew that in no time she would be moving around and she would warm up easily. Leaving her hair down, to be wild about her shoulders, she padded downstairs barefooted to start her plans. Looking at the clock it was 530am. She had plenty of time to do all that she had already planned. Heading to the kitchen, she poured herself some orange juice and sipped on it as she headed down to the basement to evaluate what needed to be done.

It was chillier down here, making her shiver slightly as she sighed. Not bothering with the cold though she looked around and noted to herself it wasnt really as bad as one would think. If she worked hard and had a little help she could clean this entire room in a few hours. Without help it would more than likely take her all day to do it herself. But if something happened and she had to then she would do it. Turning off the light, she headed back upstairs to the kitchen and started the coffee making. It seemed time was not on her side today as it was already nearly 6 am and Nathan could be up at anytime. Getting to work she started cooking his breakfast of bacon, eggs, and toast as she hummed to herself. By 615am she had everything cooked and on a plate waiting for him. With any luck he would be a up just in time for it all to cool so he could simply enjoy. There was just one more thing she needed to finish her plan. Stepping out the front door, she spied the newspaper amidst the snow covering everything. Wasting no time she stepped out on the frozen porch and grabbed it and headed back inside. Shaking off the cold, she pulled it out of its blue bag and unrolled it. Tossing the bag in the trash she went to lay it open in front of his plate of food. Everything was perfect, that is until she spied the headlines of the large Sunday paper. There on the front page under a big bold header entitled 'Search for Runaway Inheritance” was a picture of her when she was 16.

Her heart fell into her stomach as she scanned the picture of herself taken right before her step father had turned into a total asshat. Though even in the picture her smile was false which was evident by the pain her eyes. The picture had been taken on the anniversary of her fathers death and she had been the only one to really portray the event at the time as her mother was too strung out on meth to note the date and her step father didnt even care. Fighting back those hard memories, her eyes moved to the writing to the side of the picture. Reading quickly the story to find out what this was all about, she felt tears sting her eyes as she read that her mother had died of an overdose two nights ago. Now the government was looking of her as a will had been left declaring her the heir to everything in hr parents name, her real parents. Apparently the will had been made up before her father had died and it had never been changed. That was good news but still she was cut into by the news that her mother was gone forever. In the back of her mind she had always hoped that one day her mother would straighten up and they could reunite and make up for what had gone so horribly wrong. But now that was not possible, her prayers had been denied and her heart steadily broke over the realization.

Putting the paper down, she fought within herself as she dashed her tears away. She didnt need this, not right now. She had so much going on, it was too soon for her past to come back to bite her like this. Her emotions were at war as she felt angry over the fact that she had left her mother to the hands of that wretched man who was no doubt responsible for her death even though the paper claimed it an accident on her part. She was broken over the loss and yet determined to not let the past hurt her anymore. Not able to sit still any longer and not wanting Nathan to see her like this, she left the paper on the table and headed to the living room to grab her mp3 player and small portable speakers she had used yesterday for the others and headed to the basement. She knew if Nathan saw her upset he would go to comfort her and at this moment if he touched her she would break.
She didnt want to burden him with her problems right now, not when he had his own demons to face and things were just starting to go right for them. She needed to get a hold of herself and she knew it so she would do what she always did when she was upset, she would get lost in the music and let it be the balm to her pain and her strength to push forward.

Once down in the basement, she pushed the boxes in her way to the edges of the room, she wouldnt need much space. Setting up the mp3 player and speakers, she found the song she wanted as she pulled her top shirt off, knowing even though it was cold she couldnt feel it as she was already numb. It was a song she had always loved but had never related to it til now. It was Cry by Rihanna and it was about two lovers. However as she thought on the words and the mellow, strong beat to it she knew it was perfect. Setting it to repeat she moved to the space she had cleared and pushed away any sounds around her as she let the melody fill her and cover her raging emotions. She didnt want to break, she wanted to remain strong and dammit she was going to do so somehow. As she moved to the beat of the music she mixed both ballet and hiphop as she moved in fluid graceful movements as she still kept her frame of body strong, thinking on each word and how it played into her life. The part of never hurting when saying goodbye and feeling the victim played hard on her past. Most of the lyrics did. It was how she felt about her father's untimely death, about her mother abandoning her to drugs and selfishly drowning her sorrows while forgetting about her daughter. It told of how she was the victim of it all and how she had to leave even though she was broken inside for running, of how she had come to be with Nathan and things had changed and how she had felt about him and how now she refused to break and cry. As the tempo picked up she felt her inner strength rise as she gave herself over to the music and forgot about the time or where she was, of what she was doing, and the fact that Nathan would no doubt be awake soon and be wondering where she was. She allowed herself to slip into a passionate trance within herself as she sorted through her own problems, not willing to ask for help and not willing to give in to what she felt as she fought back her tears. No doubt if Nathan were to find her down here in the cold basement barefooted and scantly dressed he would be upset with her but at the moment that thought was far from her mind.


((Here is a link to a video very close to what she would be doing dance wise and its set to that song i mentioned to. Just thought i would share as I got lost in writing and trying to describe the dance would take about page worth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaBWmtZm-7w ))
 
"Ahh. Then, I shall keep note of such. But for now, let's get some rest. It is quite late and I want to wake up a tad early tonight." The time was getting quite late so he had to dismiss his new, hopeful slave. Perhaps tomorrow he'd start discussing times, hours and her schedule, if such permitted. He wondered if she would still be alright with such a thing, wondering if his lovely Trista would accept him becoming a major guiding hand in her life. Still, he did intend for her to carry on with her life such as going out with friends or discussing Dance class committees. Even if she was to become a slave, he didn't want to destroy her social life! "Well, that's all for tonight; a shame we didn't get to finish the Hobbit but I'm sure things ended on a good note tonight. Well, Good night, Trista." he said, softly kissing her forehead as he sent her off as he turned down the TV and the receiver.

He didn't really sleep immediately, instead turning on the lamp light and reading through a few novels that he had promised to pick up. For a Weekend it was his habit to wake up a bit early, just so that he could condition his body to waking up early on demand. Instead, he had his mind on his lovely Trista, in all sorts of positions, many of them demurely kneeling before him, calling him master behind a wide blue ball gag that stretched her full lips apart. With a sigh, he closed up the book, wondering just what Trista was dreaming of as he fell to a deep sleep...

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While any dream involving ropes, bondage and Trista would have been enough to harden his member during rest, he found himself waking up, somewhat startled with his heart pounding within his chest. To see her, wrapped in ropes suspended with her eyes wide with arousal, cheeks painted a slight pink did indeed call out to a primal lust within him, but at the same time disturbed him. A part of Nathan didn't want her to be in bondage, lest she shared the same fate as a departed love of his... Panting, he soon tried to regulate his breathing, so much as to turn and look at the time: 6:10AM. The smell of bacon sizzling was unmistakable, something that made his stomach water at the thought. After doing his stretches and gargling, he walked downstairs after he had freshened up.

"Morning, Trista." he called out, walking downstairs to hear music coming from the basement. The food was prepared quite nicely, almost as if she had predicted correctly when he would awaken. Smiling, he wondered where the newspaper was, seeing how when he opened the door he did not see it at all. Perhaps Trista herself had gotten it for him, that girl never ceased to make him smile as he closed the door. Walking downstairs, he made his footsteps subtle and quiet. "Ah. There you are." he said, sounding rather pleased as he looked towards her, not having noticed the paper she had taken. Trista was ever so dedicated to her dream, practicing in her spare time to improve her choreography and her natural suppleness!

He walked closer, softly embracing Trista. "I love what you have done for breakfast, but something was missing...you." he said, softly leaning before releasing in their embrace. "While I do love a great breakfast, I couldn't imagine having it without my beloved Trista. Why don't you come upstairs and we could eat together. Maybe after I can watch your dance routine!" Due to unfortunate circumstances and tight schedules he had never seen her dance in public, but he hoped that her next dance he could attend. "But...before that, do you have any plans for today?" he asked, not making any mention of her new status as a slave or the newspaper that was missing. Most of it was gone because of the happiness he felt from her devotion and her initiative!
 
Trista had not heard Nathan call out to her fron upstairs. She was too lost in the music as she fought her turmoil. She actually didnt notice him until she had stopped at the end of the song, having just stood up and was catching her breath before starting again. Before she could, he moved to her and pulled her into a hug. It took her a few minutes to process his words as she had slipped into a trance. She was barely holding her emotions together and as he embraced her, her body was tense and rigid feeling as she closed her eyes and diverted her gaze downward from him to hide the red rims from the tears she fought. She didnt even register the chill to her skin against the warmth of him. As he let go she wasn't sure how or if she could respond to him. That small touch and the softness of his voice was already undoing her. But she knew better than to ignore him.

Taking a deep breath and forcing some semblance of a smile, she tried to steady her voice knowing he could tell too easily when she was upset so she tried to hide it. "A..Alexis is coming over around lunch to helo clean t..the basement." She managed as her voice shook more than sounded breathless from dancing. Even her gut screamed she couldn't hide from him but still she tried. "Im glad you like it ...b...but I don't feel like eating. P..please go ahead...Your paper is already on the table for you" she told him still refusing to look up at him as she repeated over and over in her mind that she wasn't going to break even though she heard the tremble of sadness in her voice. Sadly as much as she loved his soft compassion right now she wished he was the opposite. Maybe if he commanded to not break then maybe just maybe she wouldn't. Even as she thought it she knew in her gut it would probably not work. In the end even though her mother had done her wrong she still loved her and remembered all those great times before her life fell apart. She didn't know if she could face the paper again. She didn't want to. However if he insisted she would do so and deal somehow. She knew she needed to eat and had planned to do so but right now she wasnt sure that she could.

Hearing the song start over she took another deep breath. He more than likely was not going to take no on her going upstairs with him. Maybe she could do this. Somehow finding her strength again she forced herself to look up at him bravely. "okay lets go upstairs and warm up at least" she said softly giving in slightly as she moved to cut the music off for now and left the player there but pulled on her over shirt. she had to stay strong. Running away from problems didn't solve anything. she would face this and keep her head up.
 
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