Bridgette Moore

I don’t believe we’ve met yet, I’m Xander Gilbert, Dominant, new to Dalton and interested in doing other things besides watching the game. Would you like to join me for take out?

No, I don’t believe we have. Pleasure, Xander Gilbert. I’m Bridgette Moore. I’ve been here for some time, though haven’t really felt the need for much socialization until recently. Fantastic. Take out sounds lovely. Just let me know where and when.

Hearing the praise from Bridgette sent a wave of warmth through Simon’s body. He’d been praised since Isobelle, of course, but somehow praise coming from a doctor felt very different than coming from Bridgette, like it wasn’t just lip service coming from a professional but from someone who actually thought he deserved it. He felt like it was an accomplishment in the moment and couldn’t help but smile lightly as he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly into Bridgette’s hand. “I… I’d like that, miss… working, uh, building trust… together.” Swallowing thickly, Simon could feel his throat tightening and he took in a slow breath to help keep his anxiety down. He was relieved when the Domme said she’d still like to cuddle, he’d been looking forward to it even though he was still about 97% sure it wasn’t what she’d meant. It was more difficult than he’d expected but he also knew that all he needed to do was take one step. Just one. He’d really already done it by asking to not watch the movie but if he was serious about wanting to build any sort of trust with Bridgette that meant he had to put his money where his mouth was. He swallowed again and cleared his throat quietly as he shifted his weight slightly to get out a little bit of the anxiety physically. One thing. Just one thing. What did he want outside of cuddling? Glancing up at Bridgette, Simon took in a deep breath and smiled nervously, “Uhm… could we.. could I k-… could we maybe.. kiss a little? If.. if you wanted?”

Bridgette smiled as Simon leaned into her touch, looking fondly down at him while they spoke. “Very good. I’d like that as well. You’re a good boy, Simon. I’ve said it before, but I sense that extra reassurance will do you well. It’s a good thing for you to remember, to focus on. Building trust is an excellent step as well. It means that, should we so choose, we’ll have something to work upon, and to keep building upon.” Although she sensed his anxiety building, Bridgette decided to ride out the moment. Her intention wasn’t to push Simon too far out of his comfort zone, however, not pushing at all, or allowing room to test a few boundaries, meant they’d be stagnant. Giving him the time he needed, Bridgette waited patiently for Simon to gather the words he intended, her hand never leaving his back. When the suggestion came, a slight flush made its way up Bridgette’s cheeks, her smile widening. “I’m proud of you for asking, Simon. I know that was a tough thing. I know what I asked you to do was a tough thing. But, you did it. I want you to see that you did it, and I’m still here. We’re still here. You’re still safe. Even if you would’ve said something different, the situation would be the same. Of course, sweet boy. We can kiss as much as you’d like.” Shifting, Bridgette patted the empty space next to her on the bed. “Why don’t you join me, Simon, as soon as you’re comfortable. We can kiss now, if you want, or just start off talking. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.”

Murmuring out a quiet ‘yes, miss’, Simon moved and set his back against the dresser, fingers fiddling with drawstring on his pyjama pants now that they had no bag to hold. Now that he was here, he was even more sure that Bridgette wanted or needed more from him but, as always, her words were comforting him, reassuring him that he was safe and they’d only do what he consented to. He stood at the end of the bed for a moment, watching her fidget with the comforter, making sure he didn’t make a rash decision. It would be so easy to turn on Spiderman and keep on how they’d been going for the last week or so but was that what he wanted? He had barely been able to look at other people when he’d returned back from Italy but he’d made leaps and bounds even though he had a ways still to go, he didn’t want to keep himself back. He hadn’t been interested in anything else really before Dalton but now that he was here it felt like a new page. Like he had more control in his life and what he did. “Thank you, miss…” he started quietly, eyes dropping to the bed for a moment before looking at her again, “I… uhm, I feel very safe here, miss, and I…” he hesitated for a moment before mustering every ounce of courage he had and taking a few steps to move to the side of the bed she was laying on and sinking to his knees. Keeping his eyes down and his palms up, Simon took in a slow breath, “Is it okay if we… don’t watch a movie tonight, miss? I think, maybe, if… I mean, maybe we can… do other… stuff?” he shifted his weight, not sure how to even ask for what he was asking for, unsure how to articulate it, Isobelle had always taken the lead on things and he’d followed, it was different but he hoped his uncomfortable demeanour wouldn’t be misconstrued. He wasn’t entirely sure what he would be able to do but the conversation had to start somewhere even if it was awkward as hell for him. 

Bridgette’s eyes made their way slowly up Simon’s figure. She took in his hands as they fiddled with the drawstrings, the nervous tone in his voice, and the way he stumbled over his words. When he moved into a submissive kneeling position at her bedside, she was shocked, though she did her best not to show it. A smile made its way across her face, as she looked down upon him with a rare tenderness in her eyes. “You’re a very good boy, Simon.” Bridgette reassured, reaching to once more card her fingers through his hair. “I’m glad to know you feel safe here. I give you my word, nothing bad will happen. While you’re in my care, I will do whatever it takes to ensure your comfort and safety. I know we’ve only just met, but you can trust me.” Shrugging a bit, her smile tightened. “I know that’s easier said than done. I hold no expectations, really. I just...Want you to know, we can work towards that at the very least. Building trust, I mean. If you wanted.” Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she did her best to decipher what Simon was asking for. “Sure, sweet boy. We don’t have to watch a movie. We can do anything. Whatever you’d like. ‘Other stuff’, as you put it. Whatever that entails.” Bridgette lowered her hand from Simon’s hair to run lightly over his shoulder and back. “I know articulating your wants and needs is a tough thing, right now. But, I can promise this is a judgement-free zone. We’ll talk through this, together. Piece by piece. We’d agreed to cuddling, and I’d still like to do that. I...Can you name one thing outside of cuddling you’d like to do tonight, Simon?” Bridgette guided the man gently, wanting to help him to better express himself through his communication. 

Simon didn’t waste much time, gathering a few things that he’d need for a sleep over and shoving them haphazardly into a backpack. He was pretty sure that Bridgette hadn’t meant just cuddling but he also knew he could trust her. The last couple of times they’d watched movies together, she hadn’t pushed him or said anything that made him feel like what he was doing wasn’t enough but there was something that was eating at him. Maybe it was withdrawals that were feeding into the anxiety he was feeling, he hadn’t even thought about it until Miss Lorelai mentioned it. With the doctor’s back home, it had been part of the treatment, nothing sexual but serving to make sure he wouldn’t withdraw while he healed. It had been a while, though, and while he knew that there were staff available at Dalton, it was still difficult to ask for and maybe he could try and push himself a little more with Bridgette. Maybe. He got to Bridgette’s room in record time and heard her call out from the bedroom as he entered. Following orders, he locked the door and headed in, hesitating at the doorway with a smile, “Hi Miss Bridgette… may I put my bag somewhere?” his grip tightened on the bag slightly, she looked so good it was hard for him to keep his eyes off her but he didn’t want to be rude. 

Seeing Simon appear in the doorway brought a small smile to the Domme’s face. “Good evening, Simon. I know it’s late, so I do apologize for that. I’m glad you decided to come, though.” Bridgette’s eyes fell to the bag he was holding, and she nodded. “Of course. You’re welcome to put it wherever you’d like, wherever you’re most comfortable with.” As always, she watched as Simon moved around the room, doing her best to get a read on him. It had occurred to her more than once that the man was incredibly good looking, though it was a thought she’d kept to herself. “I’ll let you choose the movie tonight. I know choices can be difficult, but I give you my word I don’t mind whatever you choose. If you’d like a drink or anything, you know where my kitchen is. Otherwise just...Make yourself comfortable.” Dipping her head, Bridge fidgeted with her comforter, doing her best to seem nonchalant. “As always, know that nothing happens here that you don’t consent to. I never want you uncomfortable, Simon. You are safe.” Although she’d said it many times during their interactions before, it had become somewhat of a mantra, and it was definitely something she wanted to make sure he remembered. Bridgette was a lot of things, but a bad Domme she was not. 

Simon: I'll come now, Miss, I just need a couple mins to finish up. I think I'd like to stay over, Miss.

Simon: If you mean lay like cuddling laying, yes, absolutely. Is that what you meant, though, Miss?

Simon: No, Miss, I'm not doing anything important. How can I help?

Bridgette: I'm going to be blunt, Simon.

Simon: Thank you, Miss, I'm trying to be more mindful of myself so its good to hear feedback like that. Maybe you can show me in person? It's usually better in person, I think.

Simon: I'm not entirely sure, Miss, I apologize. I don't think im able to serve much beyond what I've already been doing for you like the tea and popcorn and stuff, you might need more htough

Bridgette: You're doing well. Continue on that trajectory and you'll continue receiving this type of feedback. I can do that, if you'd like. If that's what you'd prefer.

Hello there Miss ( If there’s another title you prefer, please let me know.)  I’m Melody Dupont, a switch.  I’m very eager to consent to service, I’m comfortable with most forms of service. I’m an excellent cook and baker. I’ve been feeling very subby lately so I would really appreciate the opportunity to serve you.

Hello. Alright, you’re polite enough. We’ll see what you can do. You may report to my suite at 5:30 PM sharp, not a minute later. You may make dinner. Keep in mind that I do not eat red meat of any kind, pork of any kind, or anything containing more than 80 carbs. Impress me, and we’ll see where the night goes. 

Aaron raised his eyebrows as he watched the door fly open, followed by Bridgette walking back towards where he assumed she’d been before getting up to answer the knock. Quietly, he stepped inside and pushed the door closed behind himself, then promptly followed her further inside and set the travel cup on the table in front of her as he was instructed to. Sinking to his knees on the pillow that had been placed for him, he watched the Domme cover up in the blanket and press the heel of her hand to her forehead as she spoke. As he listened, a deep-rooted need to submit and fix began pooling in his chest, and before he could even think twice about it, he was titling. “Thank you, Miss,” He said, keeping his tone on the softer side to avoid perpetuating the headache she so obviously had. He wasn’t immune to what this all meant. The truth was, he didn’t submit easily at all, so withdrawals were a pretty common occurrence for him. However, being somewhat isolated in his dorm since arrival had him a lot more malleable than he normally would be. “Well, Miss, I’m consenting to all of that. I’m okay with anything but my “no list,” which is just nonsexual body fluids, cutting or lacerating, vore, permanent marks or scarring. But within those limitations, whatever you need from me, I’m happy to offer. Are… you okay?”

Lowering her hand, Bridgette’s eyes fell to Aaron’s figure in front of her. A half-smile crossed her lips. Leaning forward, she took the cup he’d placed in front of her and brought it to her lips. “Thank you for this. Good boy.” She listened as Aaron spoke about what he’d be comfortable with before nodding. “Very good. Thank you for the clarification.” Clearing her throat, Bridgette tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I’m...Fine. I’ll be fine, thank you. Though, the company is highly appreciated.” Placing the coffee back on the table, she extended an arm to allow her fingertips to move lightly down the side of Aaron’s face, her eyes searching his as she took in his body language. “I do, admittedly, have quite the headache. I’d like you to go into my bathroom and bring me the pain relievers, just there, in the medicine cabinet. Once you have completed that, you may join me on the couch. You will give me a massage, as I am rather tense, while we decide how the rest of our time together will go.”

Simon: Definitely not, Miss! Keeping things fresh is important for sure. I'm really only taking the intro course right now, I can't decide which other ones I want to take but I'm trying not to put too much pressure on myself, you know? Oh, wow, Miss, that's amazing! Having lots of dedication to something can be so rewarding, do you have any like videos or something of a routine that you can share? I'd love to see

Simon: I just saw your post about looking for someone to serve, did you find someone already, Miss? Sorry I didn't see it sooner

Bridgette: I'm glad you recognize that. Good boy, Simon. I can tell you're a hard worker. There's nothing wrong with that. If you'd like to keep your course load at one until you feel more comfortable with your footing here, I wouldn't blame you. Too much pressure is never a good thing, so I'm proud of you for considering what you can handle. Thank you, sweet boy. I do, if you'd like to see them. I'd be happy to put them up, or to show you privately. You're cute.

Simon: They do, yeah, a lot of stuff I sorta know already but there have been some new things too, which is cool. Cheerleading looks like it's hard, having to be in front of everyone, what's your favourite thing about it, Miss?