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be looked after. That’s
strength of a different kind.”

 
    Chapter Six
     
    “You
don’t have to do this, you know,” Tula said as they walked from the car park to
the lecture hall. She held a heat-retaining mug of coffee in each hand as Dario
used his crutches to manoeuver his way across the tarmac. He’d been told if he
carried on the same way he’d be off them soon and be able just to use a stick.
That was a real incentive to do everything by the book.
      Except for their play times. And as he’d said
to his consultant, who was also a member of Dommissimma, and a fellow sub, that
was as good as any tablet or tonic. Stefan, the doctor, had laughed and agreed.
“It’s a pity I can’t prescribe it on the NHS.”
    “Hold
on, let me get the door.” Tula put both mugs in the crook of her arm and pulled
the heavy door open as wide as possible. One mug had the words ‘Dommes wield
the whip hand delicately’ in cursive script around the brim. The other was
inscribed ‘A good sub is worth his weight
in floggers’. As they’d been a present from Athol and Edan when Dario had been
collared, it seemed apt to use them on this occasion. “I won’t blame you if you
don’t.”
    “I’d
blame me,” Dario said firmly. “Look, love, unless we go into Domme and sub mode
and you forbid me to, I’m coming in with you, standing—or well sitting—by you,
and if need be putting my side of the story over. And you never know, for once
my profile might do some good. A bit like when someone famous comes out as gay
and people go yeah okay, so it’s no biggy. I can admit my sexuality and still
be the same person to everyone that I was. If, with me, it doesn’t happen, so
be it. I’m not playing any more. I’ve accepted the coaching job with the up-and-coming
teens to start in the summer and I’ve got a nice striped ass, and a couple of
interesting red welts on my chest. What more could I ask for?” He gave her a very
over the top, eyes wide open innocent look. “I’m sorted.”
    Tula
laughed reluctantly. They’d had the discussion so many times over the last week
with the same outcome. She wasn’t going to pull the Domme act. The decision had
to be Dario’s and he’d never swerved from his first declaration. “What more
could you ask for?” she repeated. “How about nipple rings?”
      He shuddered. “Er maybe not, thank you. That
is still a big fat red.”
      “It doesn’t hurt much, you know, and they’re damned
arousing.” She’d had hers done the previous year for a Valentine present for
him, knowing how much he loved the idea of silver rings to tug on. It had been
coincidence that the night he’d greeted her as her sub, she’d caught one of the
rings on her lacy bra and taken them out just before she’d got home. That would
have been interesting if anyone had seen her. Thank goodness for private loos.
    Now,
though, they were firmly back in and would stay there. They’d been hell to get
back in. It was easier just not to wear a bra and say sod it if people didn’t
like it. It was her body. They didn’t need to look.
    “Yeah,
well.” Dario went sideways though the door and began to move along the corridor
towards a door at the far end. “Never say never but it’s like a Prince Albert
in my cock. Redder than red.”
    “You
wuss.” Someone clapped him on the back and then grabbed his shoulder to steady
him. “Go on, I dare you.”
      “Have you got one?” Dario asked Athol Donaldson,
Edan’s partner and a Dom both he and Tula liked and respected. “Are you all
Alberted up?”
    Athol
grinned at him and put his hand over his own cock very theatrically. “Me? Oh no
not on your nelly, or in this case not in my willy. No one, but no one, except
Edan puts their hands on my family jewels. And as luckily for me learning to put
body jewelry in isn’t something he’s qualified to do, my dick stays as at is.”
    “But
you do have nipple rings,” Tula said as they reached the door to the