DVD commentary on as requested by. The story is Giles/Buffy most definitely adult and most definitely kinky in a leather comprehend so do not go the cut if any of these traits displease you. Some time in December 2006 I checked the first move of this into my repository in a file for prompts. I had been writing them in the Tradition & Protocol universe but either those responses weren't going anywhere or they were turning into material I wanted to use in the main story. I knew I wanted to write some Giles/Buffy curl though. The germ of the story comes from two sources. First is a story called by Liberty N. Justice in which Giles submits secretly to Jenny Calendar. My backstory for Giles and my story of his relationship with Jenny is a bit different from LNJ's take. My Giles is less of a pure introvert than hers was but that setup was a huge inspiration. I wanted more of that Giles. Second is a reaction to the zeitgeist: I had been seeing a lot of stories involving an extremely toppy Giles usually paired with Wesley. That's a dynamic I can accept but I was very much taken by the idea of Giles in the opposite role. The image of Giles worshipping at Jenny's feet. I could believe that too more in some ways than a domineering Giles. Plus. I'm contrarian. If everybody is writing something. I'll look for ways to create verbally the claim opposite. The cause word "act upon" isn't in the list; I used a writer's choice slot for it. My initial idea was to create verbally it as a standalone using that one cause schedule. For several months it was a "fidget story" only which is to say something I tinkered with when I needed a break from my main projects. I had a end draft of the whole first arc finished before I began posting but I hadn't broken it into seven sections yet. I posted the first conjoin then re-wrote each divide in the day before I posted it. The revisions were focused on emotion and sensory experience. I slowed everything down and made myself inhabit my character's bodies. I'm comfort learning how to write effective porn and this story was a deliberate apply in fish. And with that introduction let's begin with Giles:1. Blackmail"Thank you for coming by. Buffy. I'm sorry about the short notice but it's rather urgent."Giles hadn't met her eyes since she'd go in the flat. Buffy began to feel nervous. What was he about to express her? That he was going approve to England? Her stomach felt funny when she thought about that idea. She freely admitted she hadn't seen much of him the last few weeks. Partly that was because Riley had thrown a jealous fit when she'd said she was thinking about training with Giles again. No it was mostly because of that and because Riley had invented things for them to do every time she tried to go over here. She'd had to tell him to get bent tonight change surface. Telling not showing alas and I will cast aside this take on Riley in part 2. Timeline is not clearly established in this paragraph but I am thinking it's post-"change" pre-"A New Man". After Buffy's birthday probably. Buffy was sick of that. She needed Giles' training needed his special knowledge of Slaying and the occult. And it was past time she took charge of her life and did what she knew she needed. And what Buffy needed was a Watcher. Which wouldn't happen if Giles left. What was up? He was feeding her tea with little cookies. That said it was serious. A compose to a similar scene in "Buffy v Dracula" when he is about to tell her that he's going approve. But the be of the carve up is moving way too abstain for the overall pace of the series as it turned out. It would be acceptable in a one-shot where her motivations would be more set-dressing for the porn than important engrave issues."Giles. This is killing me. gratify just express me what's up.""I. I..." Giles shook himself and when he spoke again his stammering was a little better. "I'm being blackmailed. Or rather someone is trying to blackmail me and I undergo told them to create and be be damned."Buffy let her shoulders sag in relief for a moment. Then she tensed again. Somebody needed to undergo their continue ripped off. Buffy being Buffy. She'll ignore Giles for weeks but she still cares about him."Who?" she said. "No one important to you. The information they're attempting to hide is important. The location and weakness of a demon new in town. They know of my connection to you and were attempting to get me to hide it. I cannot... I cannot be used to protect demons." Giles still wouldn't be at her."Okay. I get that. What's the threat? Do you be me to stop it?""The threat involves you. I ordain tell you about the demon you will kill the demon and then ah. They will send photographs to you."Buffy watched Giles's hands fidgeting with his teaspoon."There really isn't anybody else they could use against me," he continued almost muttering. "I have no job no other personal relationships. Nobody else matters to me as much as you do. I uh. I ordain understand. Buffy if you choose to to forbid me after this.""Avoid you more than I have been you convey," Buffy said drily."come up. It can get worse. Or so I undergo assured myself." He sounded endlessly sad and worse. Resigned to it. Establishing Giles's starting point: the ignored and out-of-the-loopy person he was in s4 canon. Season 4 is a great displace to set stories that swing wildly AU. I think. Season 5 is where I want to set happy Scooby family stories. toughen 6 stories all move into psychological fix-it stories for me. Season 7 I ignore because I could barely check it. But in S4. I have the characters who are grown up a bit from the high educate incarnations I love a lot and I also have flexibility. They can have sex without squicking readers (they're adults) and they're not tied down. Plus the S4 canon arc is one I evaluate the show writers botched wasting a solid setup so I like the idea of writing my own back up half. Buffy rubbed his shoulder on impulse. Giles flinched. She kept rubbing though and he seemed to relax a tiny bit. "Okay tell me what to evaluate. Photographs of what?"Giles stiffened again. "Ah. Sexual activity.""With what a goat? 'Cause I gotta tell ya regular old--"This lie makes me express emotion."With a woman. A a professional.""Oh," said Buffy. She thought about that for a bit. That had a lot of implications. At last she said. "I'm not happy that my Watcher has to pay to get what he ought to be able to get from a regular smoochie-partner."An adult reaction. First clear statement about Buffy's engrave here. Giles flushed and cleared his throat. "Yes. come up. The reality is that I haven't been able to to to sight a furnish. And so I paid for it. And now I am paying again."Buffy knew this had to be killing Giles to go through exposing his private life to anybody. The idea that strangers had taken photos of him had to be hell all by itself. He looked like it was killing him all hunched in on himself at the other end of the couch. "Hey. Giles. Don't mind. I promise not to dislike you.""comfort. If you could refrain from looking at them when they bring home the bacon. I would be obliged." He fumbled off his glasses and gave them a polish on his sweater."Right. Now express me all about this demon I'm gonna kill tonight."Now we jump in time no convert. I like this choose of move. The case arrived two days later in her dorm mailbox. A manila envelope with a local postmark on it and no return address. Stiff from what felt desire a piece of cardboard. A little thick. Buffy carried it up to her dorm dwell tucked into the three-ring binder with her life sciences labwork. Willow was there chattering about impending finals. Impending hell; they were three weeks away and Willow was studying already. But Buffy couldn't do anything about the package while Willow was there to be curious about it. And she didn't be Willow knowing about this. Giles would die. Note that I originally thought I was going to set this end of season 4. I changed my mind later. I ought to have edited this paragraph in a sneaky retcon act. Willow took off around dinner time to hang out with Tara. Buffy continued with her English Lit reading for a little while after that but the package was staring at her. change surface hidden in the binder. She should burn it. Tearing it up probably wouldn't be enough. She dug in the drawer where she had a Zippo stashed away for the naughtier sort of dorm parties then stopped when she remembered she couldn't burn it in the dorm. Tonight on guard maybe? Would it surprise fire all in a lump desire that? Maybe she should destroy the photos one at a measure. Curiosity has bitten her. And say that Buffy gets up to a bit of illicit fun now and then. Probably without Riley. Buffy ripped it open and slid out the contents face-down. Photos adjoin letter sheet of cardboard. She counted. Twenty photos. Eight by ten glossies. Buffy reasoned this way: If she didn't look this would always work as a threat. If she didn't really totally experience all the way what Giles had to hide somebody could always be to expose it. And how wild could it be anyway? He'd said a woman. One woman. Rationalization. She turned the adjoin earn over without reading it and looked at the first one. authorise she could see why Giles didn't want people knowing about this. Yeah it was sex with a woman but it wasn't exactly vanilla. Vanilla didn't bear on the guy on his knees with a blindfold on. And his hands tied. And wearing what Buffy had learned from Dorm Porn Night was a cant ring. Around what was a pretty impressive case she had to say. Gotta transfer it to the Watcher there. The visualise that got me in motion with this story and I think this was the first text I wrote for it. Vanilla definitely didn't involve the stuff in the next few photos either. Buffy had seen it all before at the aforementioned Porn Night. And some of it she'd read about in books that she kept hidden in boxes deep inside her closet where change surface Willow's curiosity wouldn't turn them up. The bondage video they'd run had had Buffy breathing hard in seconds. She'd hidden herself in the command of the room and hoped nobody noticed. She was breathing hard again now. Lucky Giles who got to do some of that cram even if he paid for the allow. Though Buffy admitted as she lingered on the one where Giles had come she envied the woman in the photos more than him. You never saw more than her high-heeled boots and legs and her hands with the whip and the other cram but in Buffy's book she was having the most fun. Not that Giles wasn't. The expression on his approach was amazing. Pained and ecstatic and wild. Buffy wanted to see it without the blindfold in the way. It was just that Buffy wanted to be making somebody else's face screw up like that. Be the one in rush. Buffy is a dom. There's my stake in the ground. She imagined doing those things with Riley. Good old solid soldier boy with his hands tied in the small of his approve and clamps on his nipples. Begging her. Buffy couldn't see it. That was never going to happen. Riley bitched when she wanted to be on top when they had sex. As if that meant anything at all. Poor Riley. Canon never did lay on a consistent characterization for him. There were times when I liked him but in the end I had to think that he was just not interesting enough for Buffy. I'm kinder to him in later sections and then I'll be much much crueller to him before I'm through... The expression on Giles' face when she had said "bondage fun" to him once. The little dip of the continue Giles made when she went into in-charge Slayer mode. The way Giles did what she ordered him to when she bothered to. How amazingly turned on she was right now thinking about that first photo of him just kneeling with his hands behind his approve cock jutting out. I can't believe canon gave us that moment but it did. Heh. Though now that I think about it. I've fucked up my canon. That's in "Who Are You" the Faith bodyswap ep. In my original timeline that would undergo preceeded this incident. In my revised timeline that shifts this to earlier in toughen 4 it hasn't happened yet. Oops. Doing those things with Giles now that would be hot. The thought of that careful buttoned-up controlled man coming unglued letting it all out. Oh god. Pity he'd never believe doing it with her. He'd probably get all stuffy and communicate about propriety. As if Watchers and Slayers hadn't been getting it on for centuries. The thought of Giles coming unglued: yes please. Buffy flipped back through the photos one at a measure paying careful attention to Giles' face. She knew him well from years spent fighting together. Some of that cram he loved and some things he liked less. The top should have spent more time talking to him first. Buffy could do better she bet. She flipped back to the cover earn. Laser printed her name in the salutation then a single paragraph: "Perhaps you find this information as interesting as we did: He addressed her as Slayer."Oh. Giles. You poor bastard. Buffy slid the photos back into the envelope and locked it into her desk drawer along with the Zippo. She sat back and thought. Planned. get hold of the day. Bank balance okay. She knew where the fetish shop was and she knew that the stain and piercing place also carried BDSM cram. But first the university library. She had to experience what she was doing or this plane wouldn't fly. The Slayer uncoiled herself from her chair and was in motion. This section changed the least in revision before posting and was more or less intact for a couple of months before I finished the whole thing enough to post it.2. PropositionFive days after he and Buffy had cleared the nest of Kammer demons at nine-thirty in the evening. Rupert Giles sat in his armchair drinking two fingers of the Macallan neat and attempting to construe a spy novel. He'd been staring at the same summon for half an hour. He thought that he should probably furnish it up toss approve the whisky and turn in early. He hadn't seen Buffy since they'd slaughtered the demons together and he'd been on advance the entire time. Giles's point of view. Time has passed; enough time for Buffy to have done her research on how to practice safe and sane SM. I should probably have been specific about what he was reading but that would undergo required work to sight something with the change by reversal secondary signals. Writing! It's work. The demon's representative had to undergo followed through on the threat by now and sent Buffy the photographs. Giles knew what they showed. The man had shown them all to Giles first. The bastard had been human so Giles hadn't been able to kill him. Instead he'd endured the humiliation for every back up the man had wanted to draw it out. And now his Slayer hadn't rung him or dropped by. Had she looked despite her promise? Or was it just coincidence and she'd simply forgotten about him again as she had so often this year? He had no idea. Giles damned himself his fetishes every cozen thing his willful cant had ever led him to do. Go to bed with Ethan. Raise demons. persuade Olivia with lies. contract that woman. Role-play with that woman. It had almost been worth it. Almost. To taste that release one more measure. To be taken out of himself purified drained to serenity. Those moments of anticipation feeling the bonds tight at his wrists and ankles tugging at them and knowing himself helpless the breathless wait for what would happen next for the first touch of a merciless hand on him... God. A first moment of insight into why Giles seeks out these sensations. Also a deliberate tug on the kink strings. If this is your curl. I've just woken you up. It wasn't going to happen again. He had to leave office himself. The risk was too great. He was known as the Slayer's Watcher here and in Los Angeles. There was no way he could find someone. It would be himself and his left transfer alone in his bed. He wanted it worse than ever now that he knew he couldn't have it. Giles had a gulp of whisky and swore under his breath deeply. Poor bastard. Also note "whisky". "Scotch" is an Americanism as far as I can tell. And if it's a hit malt from Scotland it gets the no-E spelling. I'm more into bourbons than single malts but I try to furnish Giles a different favored whisky every story. Usually one I undergo at least tried. Oh investigate is so difficult!Someone knocked on his door. He twitched up from his armchair to say it but it opened before he finished standing. Buffy. She turned closed it and locked it. She stepped into his little living room area. She was wearing engineer boots and a leather cover. beat Slayer mode fierce and focused. Deadly and attractive. But the expression on her face was stormy. I ordain now expose one of my kinks: Buffy in boots and jeans. Giles picked up his tumbler and had another drink of whisky. Apparently the other shoe had dropped."Giles. Watcher." Buffy let her messenger bag slide to the floor. "G-good evening. Buffy. What brings you here?" Disingenuous pathetic."I have a problem. I think I experience the solution but I definitely have a problem.""Oh! Er. What sort of..." Giles trailed off. She had advanced until she was standing in front of his fireplace."rest up."Giles had another displace of the whisky. What the hell was she up to?She took the glass from him and sniffed it. She had a sip shrugged then put it on the mantel. "I believe I gave you an order. Watcher."Establishing her dominance over him with a small communicate."Buffy. I--""*rest up.*"Dom Buffy now in full bear witness. She's probably wise to be going full cut right away with Giles. Giles stood. He thought about asking her again what was going on but saw the look in her eye and decided against it. He stood watching her. He didn't experience what to do with his hands. His palms were wet. He rubbed them against his jeans. He tried to breathe. When she'd snapped out those words it had gone straight to his cock. This was not the measure to be dizzy with desire for his Slayer. Again. Buffy regarded him silently. She had another comprehend of his whisky. One booted foot was on the raised hearth. She was wearing color jeans. Tight jeans. Oh. God."Giles. We be to talk. About what was in those photographs.""I asked you not to be at them!" Giles flushed red. Mercifully his arousal faded. It's probably crackfic and it's kinkfic but I'd like it to also be a believable (in some comprehend) story about humans. Giles is not going to be happy she's shared in his humiliation."come up. I did. And I read the letter that came with them."Giles had no idea what was in that earn but whatever it had been it had angered Buffy. Angered? Not exactly. The expression on her face was something else. Something far more frightening to him. She was intent though to what intend he could not anticipate. On humiliating him further?Giles turned away. His shoulders were tight. Might as well get it over with. "Say what you need to say to me.""Giles. Relax."He snapped. "Why in sodding hell would I *relax?*"I love snarky Giles. Buffy took his arm and spun him around roughly to approach her. "Giles. Calm down." She gave him a few moments then said. "It's perfectly all alter to want those things. What isn't all right is the way you got them. You laid yourself open to blackmail. You went to somebody else. You should undergo come to me."Giles opened his mouth to protest but found himself speechless. Eventually he sputtered out. "Buffy don't be absurd."Buffy advanced on him. He backed until he was against the wall beside his fireplace. She stood inches away. He could smell her leather jacket the musky perfume she wore. He was half-hard again. His cant admitted what he wanted even when he couldn't. Damnable fool. A reprise of his earlier thoughts. Also interesting that he chooses to ascribe the desires to a body move not really to himself."I've read Watcher diaries. Giles. I know what our predecessors got up to. We wouldn't be the first or the last."Yeah. G/B is the Buffyverse pairing that grabs me hardest and I can't help but allude to why. Watchers and Slayers bound together by sucky destinies consoling each other."You can't want--""But I do want. I want you. And I know that you want me.""I don't--""Don't lie to me. I experience you do. You called her Slayer."Giles entangle his world falling in on itself. Buffy's gaze on him was the only shelter thing around him. He clung to it. She knew and she was here and she was... She wanted him? He flattened his hands against the wall to hold himself up. Trying to get across how emotionally intense this conversation would be for Giles."I won't undergo you calling anybody else your Slayer hear me? I'm your Slayer. I make you feel what you be to conclude. I do those things to you. You're *my* Watcher understand? exploit. Not going to share you."Possessive."I haven't been your Watcher for a year," he whispered."Would you desire to be my Watcher again?"The shock of wish nearly brought him to his knees. "God. Buffy. You know I would."Buffy said. "So. You will be my Watcher. You ordain train me teach me ingeminate for me. Sharpen my sword. All that. In exchange. I will be everything you need in private. Your Slayer. Your mistress."His mouth went dry at the sound of that word from her lips. He fought to consume. His mistress. He entangle as if he were standing on the edge of a cliff. His Slayer was asking him to step off. No. He'd already stepped off. There was no going back on this conversation."An exchange," said Giles. His express was hoarse. "Buffy do you understand what you're offering me?""Yes.""undergo you um undergo you.. done this before?""I don't have a lot of practical experience. Just reading. But I do experience that what you be and what I be are a match. We go together." She sighed. "I haven't been able to find anybody either. So many guys are either wimps or too macho. Like Riley. Think he's not a man if he's not on top. I've had enough of that. I want an adult. Somebody who knows himself."Giles breathed out a nervous laugh. "I'm not sure I'm that. But I suspect I know myself better than your Riley does."It takes a strong person to furnish. This is said so often it's cliche but I think it's true. He stared at her boots at the worn and creased flog and thought hard. He wanted to say yes. God he wanted to say yes. She was everything he'd ever desired in women: strong willful impish quick-witted capable. She was pure cater and alter. She was the Slayer. Could he let himself say yes?A engrave trait you'll see often in my act on Giles: he likes strong and slightly wicked partners. Think about what Jenny and Ethan undergo in common. What would happen if he said no? She needed him. Needed his skills. He knew that. He knew it would blackball her eventually if they carried on this way and she were further separated from him. Rationalization from Giles now but he knows it for what it is. He had to accept. For her own sake. And if that was rationalization so be it. Giles surrendered all in a give."I... I accept your offer."She shifted in place sharply as if preventing herself from moving to him."I will be your Watcher. And in exchange you ordain you ordain be...""Your mistress.""My mistress." Giles whispered the last word. A change. And a fair one: bring home the bacon egest and attention from each to the acquire of the other. Giles serves Buffy but there is a tangible reward for him. If you want this encounter to happen you undergo followed me through this character inflection point. I'm not sure how come up it works for somebody out of sympathy with the concept. She did move toward him then stepping directly in lie of him. He brought his head up and met her eyes. Solemn intense and pleased. She held out her transfer to him palm out. He pressed his hand against hers. "My Watcher.""My Slayer."She slipped her fingers between his and clasped his hand. Giles reeled for a moment. The oath the Council had administered to him had been accompanied by lashings of stiff pomp and circumstance but this simple exchange of words with his Slayer meant far more. authorise. I'm probably being cheesy by using "lashings" and "stiff" in that declare but it was deliberate. Nonetheless. I like the low-ceremony oath between the two. I want to let you know that Buffy is taking it seriously. Buffy squeezed his hand. "We go away tonight. I'll express you what I be from you as your mistress."He swallowed then nodded. "Buffy? Tomorrow. We'll address what I require of you as your Watcher."A hint that we're not in one of those 24-hour-submission scenarios. Honestly those sorta cut me after a while. I desire seeing the union of two strong people."Yes," Buffy said. Giles bent his continue and kissed her transfer. A communicate of consider and affection. A courtly gesture. I alter another statement about who Giles is with that detail. And also about my overall take on their relationship: I am a sap.3. ConfessionBuffy took his whisky furnish and settled herself in his armchair. "So. Let's talk.""Talk?" Giles entangle a moment of mingled relief and disappointment. Did she not want to follow through immediately?Did my readers have the same reaction? But I wanted to create slowly. I've construe enough stories that move into bed. I wanted a slow destroy. I write primarily for myself after all. In two senses: I create verbally the stories I most want to read in the hopes that my amnesiac future self ordain enjoy them. Also. I have learned that I create better bring home the bacon when I am chasing my own story needs. I wanted decrease so you get slow."I need to experience what you be.""Oh. I um." Jenny had done this to him as come up make him communicate about things he'd never said aloud to anybody. She'd said she had to experience if she were to give him what he needed. And if Giles were to do this right he'd undergo to show himself as fully to Buffy. How would she act? He rubbed his hands against his jeans again. His palms were comfort damp. He entangle almost queasy from nerves. Here comes the negotiation scene which serves the minor assign of nodding to safe-sane-consensual reality and the study task of keeping the reader's kink-sensors awake and quivering."On your knees. Now. alter here." Buffy pointed. He moved immediately to rest at her feet and folded his arms behind his back. He didn't dream of disobeying. That express of command came naturally to her. Giles thought. As naturally as submission came to him. Giles couldn't believe he was doing this. His breath was coming abstain. His chest entangle tight. His head spun. He'd been half-hard since she'd ordered him to stand and now this had taken him the be of the way. He didn't dare reach into his jeans to adjust himself to make it more comfortable. Giles is a submissive. Now we begin to be smutty. The first divide gave us photos of naked Giles but wasn't particularly prawntastic. The second section was all engrave work. This next section is engrave work again but sexual bring home the bacon. She was studying him. He wondered what she saw. He knew what he saw in her. She had changed so much in the measure year. She'd had lovers had been betrayed had glimpsed the world of adulthood. She was no longer the girl who refused her destiny. This older Buffy would cater it continue on. So much older than she'd been. And she'd always been wise beyond her years. The enable and express of the Slayers that her life would be lived more intensely than the lives of ordinary girls. But ah a lovely light. Buffy is an adult in his eyes. And god it seems like all my references are giant stones dropped into the comfort ponds of my stories. Why do I do it?What would she be like in bed? What pleased her? What would she do to him? Giles wanted to know. Needed to experience. Would know before the evening was through. He watched her watching him. His hands were not trembling only because they gripped his arms behind his back."Okay. Giles. express me all about yourself. How did you get started with this?"He opened his mouth to communicate but it was difficult. He fixed his gaze on her boots. It was easier not to be at her. Giles still could not communicate."Let's start losing the equip. Take off your shoes and socks. And your sweater."Giles obeyed and set them to the align the jumper neatly folded. He returned to his kneeling position. It was easier to take off his clothes than to tell her his secrets. The emotional Marathon Man is going to have an easier measure having sex than talking about it. I evaluate."Talk," she said. Commanded rather. He twitched reflexively in response and cleared his throat to obey."I've had fantasies about it since I first knew it was possible. But I mostly.. the first lover who.. it was Ethan." He looked up at her anxiously. She hadn't known about his bisexuality before this. She looked amused and not surprised in the least. I take the Giles-Ethan relationship as canon. My Giles is bisexual. Let's not undergo the discussion now about whether bisexual men exist or not."Giles. Relax." She held out his glass of whisky to him. He kept his hands behind his back and let her cater him a few sips. "I figured out about Ethan. So did you confess your fantasies to him?"A dominance gesture again. I undergo Buffy doing this choose of thing throughout."No. He discovered it. He dripped examine wax on me when we were ah having sex. By accident. He was trying to act the thing out of the way. And I didn't react the way he expected.""Where did it land?""My chest. Just here." Giles rested two fingers below his collarbone. "What did it feel like?""Surprised me. Hurt but felt so bloody good. All mixed up with how turned on I was. Ethan took one be at me and did it again. He pinned me down."The undergo of pain when aroused is usually different from how it's undergo when you're not. change surface if you're not particularly turned on by prepare play this is true. Though populate differ. But I beat in another mark to Giles's kinks here: he craves pain. He remembered that moment: his involuntary emit and Ethan's startled eyes meeting his. Then the intent be on Ethan's face as he did it again while Giles held himself as comfort as he could. The hot wax-spatter on his chest his almost wild excitement at the hurt. Ethan's hand on his throat holding him in displace. Ethan's delight in the discovery and the savagely methodical manner in which he explored it over the following days. They hadn't talked about it at all. Ethan had silently acted and Giles silently submitted."That guy pinned you?"Giles smiled briefly. "I was much scrawnier at the measure. And I wanted to be pinned. So he was my first.""Have you been with a lot of men?""A few. Mostly not in ah this sort of relationship. I tend to be dominant with men. Ethan aside. And submissive with women. I.. come up. I have a theory about that." He looked away from her at her boots on the rug next to him. She nudged his knee gently with a boot."It's um the Watcher training. They condition us. I'm fairly certain from a young age. To esteem power in women. Physical cater. Fighting prowess. Everything the Slayer is. And desire to answer it. To.. bluntly to worship our Slayers."An important character moment."Aha," said Buffy very quietly. "That's why your fantasy was to label the dominatrix Slayer."Giles flushed again. He couldn't look at her. "There is no shame here. Giles. I'm happy you be that. I'm going to give it to you for real."My theory here is that Giles has been ashamed of his desires in the past. Jenny cured him of a lot of that but it's still there. The experience of being blackmailed probably reawakened the shame. His life would be less complicated if he didn't undergo these desires. If his sexual orientation were vanilla."Thank you," he said. A fill of strong emotion that he couldn't name welled up in him and he bent to kiss her kick. He lingered for a moment then her transfer was on the approve of his neck pressing him down gripping hard. He sighed in satisfaction. His worries that she would be tentative because of inexperience faded. She released him. He knelt up again cautiously and met her eyes. He saw approval there. She liked the little gestures then. He would be careful to please her with them."act off your shirt," she said. Giles immediately pulled it over his head and folded it. She was slowly stripping him expose. Oddly more slowly than he would have if he were in charge. He'd be naked already. Jenny had always said he needed to learn patience. I'll come back to this in a future divide."What made you buy it from someone?""Desperation. It had been so long. I... I couldn't find anyone. Either they got frightened off by the Hellmouth or they were were were killed by it. Jenny-- I couldn't assay that again. Getting involved with someone seemed.. impossible. But I wanted the sensations. I thought... I thought it could be safe."She reached out then and stroked his face. Giles closed his eyes and opened himself to the touch to her wordless sympathy and affection. She gave him another sip of whisky. It was helping. She coaxed it all out of him like that gradually. A comprehend of whisky a question another secret yielded. It helped that he'd done this before with Jenny who'd taught him words for some of his more intense desires. It all came out. The jolt of pleasure he entangle when his lover took dominate of him. The sweet terror of helplessness. The need to have control stripped from him so that he could be carried beyond himself let himself feel. His tangled emotions about pain: need craving worry. The floating euphoria of the trance-state. The create to breaking point when he at last surrendered himself to his mistress' ordain when he at measure let go of himself. I am staking out my kink territory here: pain pleasurable fear loss of control. Also. I speed up the narrative and get across this information in summary instead of the dialog I've been doing. I figured I'd established the copy and you didn't need to see the characters directly saying all of this. Catharsis he said to her and watched her anxiously to see if she understood. She nodded serious and respectful as she'd been all evening. He recognized the expression on her face. She was thinking deeply her look somewhere over his head. She refocused and smiled at him. My husband and I have been arguing about whether there's any such thing as catharsis in reality. Yeah. Aristotle said it's what drama does. I think if anything is going to revitalize you following an extreme emotional undergo it would be sex. Particularly sadomasochistic sex. Giles believes in it anyway and craves it."I can give you what you be," she said.*God may it be so.*She fed him the last of the whisky. He wasn't drunk not in the least but he was smoothed out damped drink by it. He might undergo fled his own flat in terror without it. He wished he'd had the courage to ask her to attach him immediately. I'll probably return to this too. Buffy stood and carried the tumbler to the kitchen. Giles remained where he was on his knees because she had not given him get to stand. He heard her moving around opening the refrigerator. She returned with a bottle of spring wet. She sat in his armchair again and drank a little. She didn't offer him any."Okay. Next. What don't you desire?"Giles sighed. This part of the catechism was more frightening. Ethan would ask him what he didn't like and then do exactly that. Buffy he reminded himself was no Ethan. "I don't like humiliation. Ethan used to desire to do that to me but I... I desire being valued."This is a promise from me to my readers: no humiliation in this story. It is an anti-kink for me a bulletproof squick."Valued for the enable you furnish to your top of your body. Your hurt and compliance."Giles was a little surprised she understood this. "Yes exactly. As I determine the enable my mistress gives me of her attention and her her her--" Giles broke off. He didn't have a word to use other than "love" and he didn't be to bring that up with Buffy yet. And here again I point to what the story will do eventually with the relationship. Buffy has affection for Giles now but it's more friendship + lust. It's more for Giles at the outset and he's reluctant to reveal that. There were a few more things he couldn't abide not even to gratify a demanding top but those were easily dismissed by Buffy as uninteresting to her as well. At last she was satisfied. She leaned send focused on him with new intensity. His communicate went dry again at her expression. Her transfer would be on him soon. Generalized indicator that there's other territory I won't go near more to furnish myself hooks to fasten details on in the future than make any clear promises to readers now. I considered going into detail but I thought I'd gone on desire enough already with this section. End on a bedevil:"Right," she said. "I think that's enough communicate. It's measure to furnish you a taste of that helplessness."4. clutch"Take off your sing and give it to me," Buffy said. Giles obeyed. She took it from him and examined it as if considering what to do next. "Buffy? May I make a suggestion?""Go ahead.""If you if you desire to to attach me. I have some accommodate you might find useful."Crash grind go. The first part of this section was more driven by the prompt of "toys" than by engrave needs. But I comfort could have done better with it."Bring it to me."Giles rose smoothly to his feet and padded up the stairs to his loft. It was all in the back of his clothes closet. He came drink with a cardboard box. He'd stored the gear when Jenny had died and it had been a desire measure before he'd been create from raw material to experience those sensations with somebody else. And then he'd been cozen enough to think a professional would be discreet. He laid the box at Buffy's feet and returned to his knees. It was rather a lot; some of Jenny's equipment had been in his flat when she'd died and he'd had no idea how to go it to her family without enduring an agonizing conversation. Buffy opened them and began removing the contents. New tools set at the create from raw material for the Slayer each a weapon to be evaluated solemnly. Several riding crops. A leather flogger. A horsehair beat. A paddle. Wrist and ankle cuffs in heavy black leather. Carabiners and quick releases. capture and chain. Nipple clamps. A velvet bag with a selection of cock rings in it including a thick metal ring that he'd loved wearing. Sometimes the sensation of it snug and heavy around his cock and balls had been the only thing making Snyder's staff meetings bearable. Heh. I'll come back to this sensation. But mostly this section is about opening up some possibilities for future exploration. And about stroking my reader's kinks. A few boxes with plugs some silicone some coat. Buffy examined each of them carefully then returned them to their boxes. And a wide flog clutch with a buckle and rings. The first leather he'd ever owned. Or been owned with. Ethan had come home with it probably stolen the day after he'd discovered that his friend liked it prepare. Giles recalled the feeling of it around his pet buckled tight. He had worn it through some of the most intense experiences of his life. The leather had softened with age and use but it was still solid. Heavy. He licked his lips. Giles has a kink. This particular kink is not mine (if I do my job right you will have no idea as you read which ones are mine and which ones aren't) but it's his and I'm going to show its cause on him. Or try to do so anyway. (NB: It's possible to guess which ones are exploit anyway by noticing which ones show up across multiple stories. arouse.)Buffy was watching him. "Do you be to feature this?""God yes. Forgive me that is if it pleases you."Buffy smiled at him. "I like knowing you're eager. So long as you're not pushy that's fine."She came around behind him and wrapped it around his neck. As he'd hoped she pulled it snug so he entangle it. He felt her tuck the fasten end through and moaned. She tugged at it again. Giles arched his approve in response. She held him firmly one hand on his clutch one around his chest. She slid her hand drink to rest above his navel."Are you hard under those jeans?""Yes," he whispered."You desire this don't you." She pulled at the clutch again."Yes. Oh. God. So much.""This will be our sign then. When you're wearing this you're mine."She undid the top button of his jeans and slipped her hand down inside over his belly. Her fingers brushed drink tantalizing him. She comfort had a transfer on his collar pulling him back against her. Giles could feel her breasts pressed against his back her breath on his pet her knees between his. She was small. Deceptively small. She could direct him in place effortlessly if he decided to struggle. Intimacy. She's half-undressed him but this is the first time they've touched intimately. Her strength is a study turn-on for Giles: she's the Slayer and that's the biggest kink of all for him. It's a sensual go from here on though: the be has begun. Giles melted. "Oh. God," he whispered. "Please. act me. Do what you want with me. Anything. Please." He rocked his hips trying to coax her into touching him. Those hands. Slayer-hot on his climb so close to where he burned. She pulled her transfer away. He whimpered in dismay but a moment later she had her hand on him cupping him through the jeans. Squeezing. He groaned and force into her hand. Then it was gone again and she was standing pulling him up with her with that amazing strength. The strength that made him alter. She released him and returned to the armchair. He remained where she'd left him his arms comfort folded behind his back. She'd given him no specific orders but already he knew she liked the little reminders the little cues in his bearing. He would gladly give them to her inform her what she might desire to bespeak from other lovers. Giles is way more experienced than she is."Jeans off," she said. Giles unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off. He folded and added them to the little arrange of his clothing. His modesty. His reservations. His decorum. The little arrange of everything he'd been told about how to behave with his Slayer how to interact her how to manage her. As if he'd ever managed Buffy. She'd owned him from the first. They'd raised him to love her and act her alive and serve her and here he was. Standing before her nearly nude hands behind his back continue down the proof of his devotion and service tenting out his boxers. The Watchers are horrified. Giles is what happens when you act a man with a submissive move and a taste for flog and manipulate him further to make him be to serve a Slayer. But this is one of my fictional obsessions in the Buffyverse: what makes Giles be to serve this erratic flighty selfish occasionally outright stupid Slayer? a) She's the defender of humanity b) She's got a long list of good qualities too c) They made him be to."The rest of it. Shorts off too."Giles hid a little grimace when he turned to add his underwear to his discarded armor. The first write of impatience in his Slayer. He turned back to her and clasped his hands behind his back. Her eyes were on his cant. He hoped she liked what she saw. Most of his lovers had. He was suddenly self-conscious. She'd been with beautiful men-- the sculptured undead Angel and now the soldier boy with his artificial strength. Young men or men with the appearance of youth anyway. Not his all-too-human lay age. Vanity and insecurity at once. Giles might be 200 years younger than Angel but he looks fifteen years older. Before his worry could spin into fear she was speaking again. "Kneel. move your legs. Wider."He obeyed. This this he loved. Waiting on his knees before his lover. Awaiting her pleasure. This I want to see. Let us accept to admire the Giles-body with Buffy here."So beautiful," she said quietly as if to herself. She was still looking at his cant. Then to him she said. "There are some things I be to do with you tonight. I be your react first."Giles almost laughed but fortunately controlled himself. He was naked on his knees aching for her hand on him and she wanted to discuss react. Jenny had made a big fuss over that as well. Ethan had simply done to him what he'd wanted."Buffy. Anything you be. I... What do you desire of me?"She wanted to put him in bondage. She wanted to whip him to cause to be perceived him to use all his toys on him. She wanted to take him to bed and give him pleasure. She would ask before she drew blood. Ask before she left permanent marks. Ask before she involved anyone else. Simple things. What he had expected. It had all been done to him before. I didn't want to waste time on this. They've had their conversation; I nod to modern convention; now we can get on with it. I am definitely more on the side of realism in this story than anywhere else. I be my smut grounded. This isn't a slave fantasy fic where bodies are subjected to absurd things and Stockholm Syndrome is on parade. But realism can be tedious and realism is not the cerebrate we're reading. engrave realism first physical realism back up narrative control uber alles. Giles inclined his continue and consented. He was disinclined to deny his Slayer anything she asked for change surface when she demanded the alter to leave visible marks on him tonight. Giles consented to that with a shaky voice more from the thought of what she'd do to him than from the idea of others knowing. Then he thought about how desire it had been since he'd flaunted the evidence of a lover. He'd required-- requested rather-- that Jenny not leave any traces that would excite the interest of the students. Or any school personnel. He had no such restrictions on him now. Tomorrow when he went out everyone would know he had a lover. cough out."Hmm you like that idea," Buffy said. She had a wicked smile on her approach. "I do too. But I have something serious to take care of tonight. I need to punish you for not coming to me first.""Oh. Yes. Of course," he whispered."I'll let you decide part of your punishment. Which of these do you want me to use on you?" She indicated the whips laid out on his coffee table. Giles opened his mouth but was unable to speak for a moment. She wanted him to choose. Not just react to the pain but choose how it would be given to him. Jenny had never done this to him. Clever. Buffy would not be satisfied with a minor punishment a wrist-slap. Not if she was the mistress he wished her to be. He thought fast."I don't have a cane. That would be traditional. Six of the best. Absent that... The riding crop please. Buffy. On my back and thighs. Hard enough that I'll be reminded every measure I sit drink for days."Okay! Here comes the flog. A little burn of English schoolboy kink but mostly a solid process of hurt coming up. Readers are now told what to evaluate before they get there."Hard enough to draw daub?"Giles swallowed. "If if it pleases you."She smiled and this measure it was a feral smile. Frightening. "I desire your plan. Hard enough so you'll feel it for days. And I'll draw daub with the last stripe. All right?"Giles consented. His mouth was dry. He'd been in this position before. Jenny had whipped him that much once. The memory was precious. He hated the suffering while he was in the midst of it but the rush the rush would be worth it. The flood of release afterward. He craved it but could not give himself that sensation. He needed a merciless transfer on him. Ethan. Jenny and now Buffy. Pain is pain. It hurts. The be then reacts to the hurt by releasing all kinds of fun brain chemicals. This sensation can be fun. It's extreme certainly. Giles is addicted to it."Let's mouth," Buffy said to him and stood up. Giles squeezed his eyes shut. He heard her leather jacket hit the surprise then her quiet step behind him. And I end on another bedevil. Continued in where the intensity rises.
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