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you could practically read matt like a book. every little motion of body language, soft sigh that fell from his plump lips, and pouty gaze went noticed by you. he was your sub, after all; your job. you knew when something was okay or when it wasn't before he even told you.

hence why you paused the circles that your tongue was currently making on his dick, pulling away from matt's plushy thighs to get a better look at his face. "are you okay, baby?"

matt nodded, giving you a tiny smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "'m fine, mama. really."

"are you sure?" you asked, palming his still-hard cock. "you know you're supposed to tell me when something's wrong."

matt knew what you were referring to. on the fridge in the kitchen, hung up with a heart-shapped magnet was his list of rules for when he was at your house. at the top of the list, in bold, red letters read "always tell mommy when something is wrong or when you're hurting". he knew it was a rule, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to ever actually apply the rule, terrified of disappointing you, of disappointing his mommy.

"i'm sure." he said, trying to keep his voice even.

you let it go for now, not wanting to push him too hard. you kitten-licked his pretty, pink tip once more, slowly sucking his dick until the head hit the back of your throat. you loved it when matt tried to impress and please you, but you loved pleasuring him even more. his twitches as he came closer to orgasm and cries of pleasure were like music to your ears.

which is why when matt hardly reacted to you sucking him off, and the grunts he did let it out sounded more like grunts of pain, you pulled back again. you glanced at the calendar on your wall before looking back at him. "it's september the 8th, sweetheart, still in the one month trial period. if you want to leave, you're free to do so."

"it's not that!" matt huffed. normally matt would whine at the loss of contact and the fact that he wasn't was concerning you. "it's just. . ."

you waited expectantly for his answer. "go on, baby. you can tell me."

"my tummy hurts." matt mumbled very softly, bottom lip wobbling.

matt wasn't a crybaby by any means, but as he processed the fact that he admitted to not enjoying your pleasure as he was literally naked and vulnerable with an aching stomach, a few small tears made it their way down his cheeks.

"shh, shh. it's okay, c'mere." you whispered softly, pulling the comforter over his body and holding him close to your side, massaging his arms and sides.

"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry, mama. don't be mad." matt whispered.

"i'm not mad, honey. i'd never be mad. why didn't you tell me, sweetie?"

"didn't wanna disappoint you." matt sniffled.

"i'm never disappointed in you," you whispered, kissing his forehead. "i'm gonna go make you some tea and then we'll talk."

matt just nodded, curling in on himself and too embarrassed to look at you. you pattered to the kitchen, making him a steaming mug of peppermint tea in a snoopy cup. by the time you returned to the bedroom, his tears had ceased, but you could tell by the way that he watched you carefully that he was still apprehensive.

"we need to talk, sweetheart," you said, sitting on the side of the bed and passing matt the mug of tea before continuing. "this dynamic is based on trust. if i can't trust you to tell me when something's wrong, i can't keep you safe and then this dynamic falls apart."

"are you. . .leaving?" matt whispered.

"no, baby," you murmured, brushing some hair off his forehead and smoothing your hand over his stomach. "but i wouldn't be a very good dominant if i didn't take care of you. i need to know how you're feeling in order to do that."

"i'm sorry," matt mumbled. "i should've told you."

"it's okay, honey. the past is in the past, yeah?"

matt nodded, curling up beside you. you knew he'd need more time to adjust and get used to a dynamic like this one, but for now, you'd made a breakthrough today and that was all that mattered.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hi babies! sorry for the lack of posts lately! i was traveling for a concert and then i just moved. feel free to send in asks or requests for this au or anything else! mwah 💋

you stared at the plate colby put in front of you. it wasn't much; some penne pasta, tomato sauce, and a singular meatball. and yet, you couldn't bring yourself to pick up your fork. you stared at your boyfriend with wide eyes, silently trying to convey your fear.

"eat up, honey," colby said firmly, but not unkindly. just enough to not give into your fear. "you got this."

"i don't want to." you mumbled.

"it's not a choice, y/n. you have to eat dinner."

"i'm scared. . ." you whispered, gnawing at your bottom lip.

"i promise nothing is going to happen to you, baby," colby sat down beside you at the table and rubbed your knee. "your body needs the strength."

"i can't," you said, your voice cracking. "please don't make me, colby."

your little pleas broke colby's heart, but he refused to let you get off without having at least something in your stomach. "five bites. that's all you have to eat, sweetheart."

that seemed to agree with you. you slowly picked up your fork, stabbing at the pasta. when you put a bite in your mouth, colby smiled encouragingly. "good girl. you got this, honey."

as you ate, colby continued to praise you, his smile never wavering. as soon as the fifth bite was in your mouth, you pushed the plate away, crashing into colby's arms as a little sob left you.

"honey," he whispered softly tucking a piece of hair behind your eear. "why're you crying?"

you shrugged, feeling overly emotional. "i'm sorry you have to deal with this and i'm scared of eating and--"

colby cut you off with a gentle peck on the lips. "shh, shh, shh. it's okay, baby. i'm not upset, you're not a burden, and it's a work in progress. some days will be better than others, right?"

you nodded, shoving your tear-stained face further into his chest. you knew you wouldn't magically feel okay right away, but having someone by your side, who stood with you through thick and thin, made it so much easier to conquer your fears.

matt shifted in his seat, fiddling with his hands. he was at the agreed upon coffee shop early, but he couldn't deny that he was anxious you would ditch on him. he wasn't even sure what someone like you wanted with someone like him.

"hi sweetheart."

he was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't even notice you towering over him. your stilettos clicked on the marble floor as you walked around the table to sit at the other chair.

"hi." matt mumbled, suddenly feeling very shy under your gaze.

"first thing," you sat down and steepled your red manicured nails. "you will not mumble when you walk to me."

matt gulped. "s-sorry, ma'am. . ."

"that's better," you cooed, eyes shining with adoration for him. "now, you explained to me that you were interested in being my submissive?"

the boy nodded quickly. your profile had been one of this first things he'd seen when he began to use a BDSM website he'd found, and he couldn't deny that the thought of you determining his every decision turned him on. he'd immediately liked you as soon as he read your profile.

looking for a little boy between the ages of 21 and 30 it read. your care is my #1 priority and you will be treated as such. must be willing to follow agreed upon rules.

"now, i know i had told you about agreed upon rules," you said. "are you still interested?".

"yes." matt said quickly as you slid a piece of paper across the table to him.

contract

-the submissive will make himself accessible to the domme from friday afternoons until sunday evenings and other agreed upon times

-the submissive will follow a set of "house rules" (page 3) when staying at the domme's home

-the submissive will discuss hard limits and use the stoplight system with his domme

-the submissive will not be seeing other women romantically or sexually

-the submissive agrees to STD/STI testing and will keep his domme updated on matters of his health

matt shrugged. all the rules seemed simple enough and honestly, they seemed like something he needed. flipping to page three, matt skimmed through the list of house rules.

house rules

-the submissive will have an agreed upon bedtime and will get 8 hours of sleep per night, excluding travel or special events

-the submissive will engage in 1 hour of exercise, 3 times per week, excluding illnesses or other bodily concerns

-the submissive will eat at least 2 fruits and 2 vegetables per day and consume at least 6 cups of water

-the submissive will tell the domme when something is wrong or hurting

-the submissive will engage in at least 1 hour of reading, personal work, or otherwise intellectually stimulating activity before using computers, television, or gaming consoles

-the submissive will, under no circumstances, touch himself without the domme's explicit permission

"umm," matt whispered. "this seems like. . .a lot."

"you either take it or leave it, baby," you hummed. "house rules will not be changed."

matt bit his lip. on one hand, he didn't need a bedtime or someone to tell him not to jack off. he was an adult for god's sake. but on the other hand, the idea of someone making all of his decisions was tempting. he looked up at you under his lashes, blue eyes wide.

"will you hurt me?" he asked quietly.

"never," you stated. "in fact, i don't even touch you until i have your hard limits and written and verbal consent."

"really?"

you nodded, analyzing matt's body language. you could tell he was anxious, but you could also see the pull towards the contract. "we can start slow."

that seemed to ease the tension in the boy's body. "umm, if i don't. . .like it, can i leave the contract?".

"yes, sweetheart," you said gently. "there's a one month trial period. if you're not happy, you're free to leave."

with that knowledge, matt officially, fully relaxed. "where do i sign?".

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omg my first blurb on here! i hoped you all liked it :) if you have a specific request for them, send it my way! mwah 💋