Post by Cyrus Daniels on Apr 6, 2024 6:14:27 GMT
March 20th, 2024
Rodgers Family Residence
Madison, WI
20:12
By his own definition, Cyrus Daniels wasn’t a heavy smoker, but still Vivienne had considered it necessary to advise him of her mother’s strict forbiddance of smoking in her house. Apparently, it had been a rule that she had instituted for Vivienne’s younger-by-two-minutes identical twin brother Chester, who had been smoking since the age of fourteen, mostly as a way of coping with his trauma and abuse at home at the hands of their bastard father, according to Vivienne at least.
As if being dressed up in a black shirt and scarlet tie combination wasn’t restrictive enough, now Vivienne was asking him to sacrifice one of the only vices in his life that truly ever relaxed him and soothed the itchy palms he’d inherited from his father, all in the name of being civil to his future mother-in-law, Orphira. If Vivienne hadn’t already proven herself completely willing and able to serve him in any way he desired, he wouldn’t even be here.
Vivienne stopped him just outside Orphira’s door, took both his hands in hers, locked eyes with him. “Thank you for doing this for me,” she said. “It’ll be so nice if we can have my family at the wedding. There is one more thing, I have to ask?” Vivienne managed a half-smile but it was clear she had some apprehension about her next request.
“What is it, Kitten?”
“Please watch your mouth, Chester is sensitive about homophobic slurs,” Vivienne said. “Dad and grandpa used to throw them at him as a way to casually emasculate him.”
“Is he, ya know?”
“It shouldn’t matter if he is, I’m asking you, please, do not use language that makes him…or me, uncomfortable,” Vivienne said. “Just like you referring to Abby as a —“
“Dyke?” Cyrus interrupted, much more comfortable with the slur than Vivienne was.
“Yes,” Vivienne nodded. “It makes me feel like you must hate the part of me that likes girls too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cyrus laughed, his palm tingled. “If ya didn’t like Shielas, we’d never have met, so how can I possibly hate that about ya? Our mutual mate, Warren plays from the rough and we get along just fine.”
“I know. I know they’re just words to you, but they hurt me. Wherever we stand now, Abby was once a friend and I hope we can be again, someday.”
How dare ya? Cyrus thought. Ungrateful bitch, after everythin’ I’ve done for ya an’ the nippers. Cyrus clenched his itchy palm into a fist, but kept it at his side, clenched his jaw. God, he really needed a cigarette. I’m about ta marry ya, ain’t that good enough? Nobody else wants ta.
“Okay, I’ll try for ya Kitten,” Cyrus said. “But ya owe me, big time.”
“Anything you want Daddy, promise,” Vivienne kissed his knuckles. “Thank you.”
March 21st, 2024
Vivienne’s Secluded Lake Refuge
Madison, WI
19:27
A full three years after they had officially met, Cyrus Daniels and Vivienne Rodgers stood in the lake as nature intended and Vivienne silently pledged herself to him. Her silence spoke volumes of her trust and complete submission to him. Cyrus officiated the private and intimate collaring ceremony himself, as the Dominant. They neither wanted nor needed anybody else for this.
It lacked the formality and wide social acceptance of a traditional marriage ceremony, but it was just as important to them both. Besides, they had agreed to a more traditional marriage later, so Vivienne was incredibly blessed and happy and willing to do this as well. All her life, she had yearned for the kind of love Cyrus gave her. An all consuming possession. Vivienne wanted to belong to him and be owned by him exclusively, and Cyrus vowed to honour her wishes and promised her a lifetime commitment as her Dominant and she in turn promised him a lifetime as his Submissive, exclusively.
“Vivienne Yael Rodgers, I present ya with this Eternity Collar as a symbol of your endurin’ an’ unbreakable love an’ commitment ta me,” Cyrus presented her with a titanium locking collar that complimented his titanium engagement ring. “With it, ya promise to honor an’ obey me forever. Nod if ya agree an’ understand.”
Vivienne nodded eagerly and couldn’t keep the brightness in her heart at having a lifelong dream finally fulfilled, from lighting up her face. Under the same early evening stars where she had spent much of her youth dreaming of a big strong knight to rescue her and take her away from a lifetime of pain and suffering at the hands of her father and grandfather, she now stood as an adult and finally saw him. After nearly thirty years of feeling unloved and unwanted for anything other than her body by most men and even a few women, Cyrus Daniels proved he wanted more. He wanted everything she was or ever would be. Her body, her mind, her heart and her soul.
She nodded eagerly and in so doing surrendered everything about herself, willingly.
“Good girl,” Cyrus praised as he placed the thin metal collar around her neck, purposely discreet so as to be worn as permanently as a wedding ring for it bore much the same significance, they both understood. “Now an’ forever, ya belong ta me an’ me alone, Kitten.” Cyrus locked it and kept the key in his palm. As per their agreement, the key would remain forever in his possession. “Nod if ya agree an’ understand.”
Again, Vivienne nodded eagerly, not a doubt in her mind. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. She wanted to be his and his alone. It was an absolute and constant yearning. One she’d wrestled with for a full two years, and one that refused to leave her heart unfilled, she’d told him. He had no reason to doubt her.
He rewarded her with a deep and passionate kiss, holding her the tightest she’d ever been held as he pushed his tongue down her throat to seal the new everlasting terms of their relationship. They weren’t just dating anymore, this was something far more concrete and non negotiable. A verbal contract signed and sealed with the only kiss she’d ever be allowed to taste for the rest of her life.
“I almost won the Roulette an’ this is the thanks I get?” Cyrus laughed. “Some Japanese girl I’ve never heard of. Ya know Kitten, if I didn’t know better I’d think someone hit Bertie a little too hard on the bonce. Surely, he knows what ta expect come Odyssey. A bloody murder, right?”
“Of course, Daddy. I think he’s rewardin’ ya for your dominance at High Stakes. Most eliminations this year,” Vivienne smiled as she sat back in her seat on their private flight to England for the start of an international tour. “I’ve never been more proud.”
“Thank you, Kitten,” Cyrus smiled. “It’s a nice warm up, I guess. Clearly his way of protectin’ the rest of the roster whilst still feedin’ my insatiable need ta punch someone in the face indiscriminately.”
“Can you blame him?” Vivienne traced her collar gently, she still couldn’t believe she belonged to the most dedicated protector she’d ever known. “Shame that such a nice kid has to be sacrificed, but that’s just the cold and cruel reality of our business.”
“Is she a friend of yours, Kitten?”
“An acquaintance at best,” Vivienne said. “Talked about our shared love of Sailor Moon a few times, but that’s about it, really.”
“Oh good, then I don’t have ta worry about ya bein’ mad at me when I slap the bitch around like she owes me money,” Cyrus said. “Also, what the bloody hell is a Sailor Moon, anyway?”
“Anime protagonist, darling,” Vivienne said. “Like Yusumi’s whole gimmick.”
Cyrus looked even more confused as Vivienne laughed.
“Don’t worry love, it’s not something you need to worry about,” Vivienne said. “I know anime isn’t your thing and you’d likely find the whole deal of magical girls representing the virtues of truth, love and justice, bloody ridiculous.” The words ‘bloody ridiculous’ were delivered in Vivienne’s best attempt at Cyrus’ native Queensland accent.
“Too bloody right, I would, Kitten,” Cyrus smiled. “Sounds bloody ridiculous just from your description, honestly.”
“Yeah, well, Sailor Moon made my childhood a little less lonely and gave me hope that no matter how bad things got at home, things would get better one day,” Vivienne intertwined her fingers with Cyrus’ and squeezed his hand gently. “And now I know that day I was waiting for was the day I met you. So in a way, if it wasn’t for anime I’d likely not have survived long enough to be here with you today.”
Vivienne took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and for the first time in his life Cyrus Daniels was confronted with the reality of every virtue he’d never really believed in.
Truth, love and justice.
Rodgers Family Residence
Madison, WI
20:12
By his own definition, Cyrus Daniels wasn’t a heavy smoker, but still Vivienne had considered it necessary to advise him of her mother’s strict forbiddance of smoking in her house. Apparently, it had been a rule that she had instituted for Vivienne’s younger-by-two-minutes identical twin brother Chester, who had been smoking since the age of fourteen, mostly as a way of coping with his trauma and abuse at home at the hands of their bastard father, according to Vivienne at least.
As if being dressed up in a black shirt and scarlet tie combination wasn’t restrictive enough, now Vivienne was asking him to sacrifice one of the only vices in his life that truly ever relaxed him and soothed the itchy palms he’d inherited from his father, all in the name of being civil to his future mother-in-law, Orphira. If Vivienne hadn’t already proven herself completely willing and able to serve him in any way he desired, he wouldn’t even be here.
Vivienne stopped him just outside Orphira’s door, took both his hands in hers, locked eyes with him. “Thank you for doing this for me,” she said. “It’ll be so nice if we can have my family at the wedding. There is one more thing, I have to ask?” Vivienne managed a half-smile but it was clear she had some apprehension about her next request.
“What is it, Kitten?”
“Please watch your mouth, Chester is sensitive about homophobic slurs,” Vivienne said. “Dad and grandpa used to throw them at him as a way to casually emasculate him.”
“Is he, ya know?”
“It shouldn’t matter if he is, I’m asking you, please, do not use language that makes him…or me, uncomfortable,” Vivienne said. “Just like you referring to Abby as a —“
“Dyke?” Cyrus interrupted, much more comfortable with the slur than Vivienne was.
“Yes,” Vivienne nodded. “It makes me feel like you must hate the part of me that likes girls too.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cyrus laughed, his palm tingled. “If ya didn’t like Shielas, we’d never have met, so how can I possibly hate that about ya? Our mutual mate, Warren plays from the rough and we get along just fine.”
“I know. I know they’re just words to you, but they hurt me. Wherever we stand now, Abby was once a friend and I hope we can be again, someday.”
How dare ya? Cyrus thought. Ungrateful bitch, after everythin’ I’ve done for ya an’ the nippers. Cyrus clenched his itchy palm into a fist, but kept it at his side, clenched his jaw. God, he really needed a cigarette. I’m about ta marry ya, ain’t that good enough? Nobody else wants ta.
“Okay, I’ll try for ya Kitten,” Cyrus said. “But ya owe me, big time.”
“Anything you want Daddy, promise,” Vivienne kissed his knuckles. “Thank you.”
***
March 21st, 2024
Vivienne’s Secluded Lake Refuge
Madison, WI
19:27
A full three years after they had officially met, Cyrus Daniels and Vivienne Rodgers stood in the lake as nature intended and Vivienne silently pledged herself to him. Her silence spoke volumes of her trust and complete submission to him. Cyrus officiated the private and intimate collaring ceremony himself, as the Dominant. They neither wanted nor needed anybody else for this.
It lacked the formality and wide social acceptance of a traditional marriage ceremony, but it was just as important to them both. Besides, they had agreed to a more traditional marriage later, so Vivienne was incredibly blessed and happy and willing to do this as well. All her life, she had yearned for the kind of love Cyrus gave her. An all consuming possession. Vivienne wanted to belong to him and be owned by him exclusively, and Cyrus vowed to honour her wishes and promised her a lifetime commitment as her Dominant and she in turn promised him a lifetime as his Submissive, exclusively.
“Vivienne Yael Rodgers, I present ya with this Eternity Collar as a symbol of your endurin’ an’ unbreakable love an’ commitment ta me,” Cyrus presented her with a titanium locking collar that complimented his titanium engagement ring. “With it, ya promise to honor an’ obey me forever. Nod if ya agree an’ understand.”
Vivienne nodded eagerly and couldn’t keep the brightness in her heart at having a lifelong dream finally fulfilled, from lighting up her face. Under the same early evening stars where she had spent much of her youth dreaming of a big strong knight to rescue her and take her away from a lifetime of pain and suffering at the hands of her father and grandfather, she now stood as an adult and finally saw him. After nearly thirty years of feeling unloved and unwanted for anything other than her body by most men and even a few women, Cyrus Daniels proved he wanted more. He wanted everything she was or ever would be. Her body, her mind, her heart and her soul.
She nodded eagerly and in so doing surrendered everything about herself, willingly.
“Good girl,” Cyrus praised as he placed the thin metal collar around her neck, purposely discreet so as to be worn as permanently as a wedding ring for it bore much the same significance, they both understood. “Now an’ forever, ya belong ta me an’ me alone, Kitten.” Cyrus locked it and kept the key in his palm. As per their agreement, the key would remain forever in his possession. “Nod if ya agree an’ understand.”
Again, Vivienne nodded eagerly, not a doubt in her mind. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. She wanted to be his and his alone. It was an absolute and constant yearning. One she’d wrestled with for a full two years, and one that refused to leave her heart unfilled, she’d told him. He had no reason to doubt her.
He rewarded her with a deep and passionate kiss, holding her the tightest she’d ever been held as he pushed his tongue down her throat to seal the new everlasting terms of their relationship. They weren’t just dating anymore, this was something far more concrete and non negotiable. A verbal contract signed and sealed with the only kiss she’d ever be allowed to taste for the rest of her life.
***
“I almost won the Roulette an’ this is the thanks I get?” Cyrus laughed. “Some Japanese girl I’ve never heard of. Ya know Kitten, if I didn’t know better I’d think someone hit Bertie a little too hard on the bonce. Surely, he knows what ta expect come Odyssey. A bloody murder, right?”
“Of course, Daddy. I think he’s rewardin’ ya for your dominance at High Stakes. Most eliminations this year,” Vivienne smiled as she sat back in her seat on their private flight to England for the start of an international tour. “I’ve never been more proud.”
“Thank you, Kitten,” Cyrus smiled. “It’s a nice warm up, I guess. Clearly his way of protectin’ the rest of the roster whilst still feedin’ my insatiable need ta punch someone in the face indiscriminately.”
“Can you blame him?” Vivienne traced her collar gently, she still couldn’t believe she belonged to the most dedicated protector she’d ever known. “Shame that such a nice kid has to be sacrificed, but that’s just the cold and cruel reality of our business.”
“Is she a friend of yours, Kitten?”
“An acquaintance at best,” Vivienne said. “Talked about our shared love of Sailor Moon a few times, but that’s about it, really.”
“Oh good, then I don’t have ta worry about ya bein’ mad at me when I slap the bitch around like she owes me money,” Cyrus said. “Also, what the bloody hell is a Sailor Moon, anyway?”
“Anime protagonist, darling,” Vivienne said. “Like Yusumi’s whole gimmick.”
Cyrus looked even more confused as Vivienne laughed.
“Don’t worry love, it’s not something you need to worry about,” Vivienne said. “I know anime isn’t your thing and you’d likely find the whole deal of magical girls representing the virtues of truth, love and justice, bloody ridiculous.” The words ‘bloody ridiculous’ were delivered in Vivienne’s best attempt at Cyrus’ native Queensland accent.
“Too bloody right, I would, Kitten,” Cyrus smiled. “Sounds bloody ridiculous just from your description, honestly.”
“Yeah, well, Sailor Moon made my childhood a little less lonely and gave me hope that no matter how bad things got at home, things would get better one day,” Vivienne intertwined her fingers with Cyrus’ and squeezed his hand gently. “And now I know that day I was waiting for was the day I met you. So in a way, if it wasn’t for anime I’d likely not have survived long enough to be here with you today.”
Vivienne took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and for the first time in his life Cyrus Daniels was confronted with the reality of every virtue he’d never really believed in.
Truth, love and justice.
Well howdy there pardner.