by Gail DeYoung
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Damien went directly to his office every day after a full day of training. He spent as little time as possible in his bedroom. He couldn’t stand being there for long periods as it held too many memories of the time he spent with Kaitlin. The two training sessions he had with her this week were awkward. Both he and Kat went about the session in a very professional manner and did not speak of anything other than what was being taught.
He had passed her several times in the hallway while leading a new sub to the dungeon. She was always busy doing her chores, but the moment he came close, she raised her head to look at him as if she sensed his presence. There was sadness in those incredible eyes that he could sense. She was so beautiful that his heart wrenched each time he saw her. He smiled politely and looked away for otherwise he might have said something he would regret later.
He had plenty of work to keep him occupied. Without Corinne to assist him, he had to handle all aspects of planning and training. The pressure of the auction date hung over his head also.
The three owned subs were progressing nicely in their training. By the middle of next week, their Masters would take them home. He would miss Dolly the most. She had been very helpful in mentoring the two new girls and Kaitlin during her short time there. She also had given him some advice that touched his heart and made him think. Did he really want to be alone the rest of his life? Wouldn’t it be great if he could be in love again and have one sub by his side instead of a stream of impersonal relationships with women who passed through his life?
As a sub, he knew Dolly would never tell a Dom what to do, but she had cleverly made comments about what she would do with Kaitlin if she were him. Because of her close connection with Kat, she was able to have some serious heart-to-heart talks with her and shared a perspective about Kat that he hadn’t considered.
The community of people who lived the 24/7 lifestyle was limited and most everyone knew everyone else. The Dominants were always very grateful for his assistance and he liked what it did to his bank account. Each time he took his trainees to auction at the Castle Dungeon, he became richer. His subs always brought the highest bids because of their impeccable training, a fact of which he was very proud.
He tried not to think about how hard it was going to be to see Kaitlin on the auction block. Could he watch her walk away, never seeing her beautiful face again? Never hearing her lilting laughter? Never feeling her warm, sensual body against his?
Damien had hoped to keep her around a little longer, dragging out her lessons, pretending that she needed to learn more. There was no hard and fast rule that said that once a submissive had finished training, she automatically had to go to auction. Indeed, other girls had spent an additional week or month in the house in order to meet more potential mates at parties. He tried to be as accommodating as possible so that no one could ever say that they were unprepared for the lifestyle or that they didn’t have enough exposure to all aspects before they went to auction. Everyone who had gone through his training praised him. That’s why it bothered him that Kat had been so affected by her experience at the party. He regretted that there was nothing he could do to take back what happened with Sir Victor. Now every encounter they had seemed strained.
He missed the affection they shared. Perhaps he shouldn’t have gotten so close to her. Yes, that was his mistake—treating her special, breaking his own rules. It was a hard lesson to learn, but in the future, he would be careful to not let down his guard.
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Damien stood in front of his mirror Friday night arranging the bow tie on his black tuxedo. He had taken care to make sure he looked exceptionally fine tonight and added a splash of Kaitlin’s favorite aftershave to his face. Clearing his throat, he said to his mirrored self, “All right. Looking good.”
Kaitlin met him at the front door at exactly nine p.m. She wore a long black cape, a black fishnet stocking body suit and stilettos - the required attire for subs going with him to Club Exotica. Her hair was swept up in an attractive hairdo and her heavy makeup was applied correctly. He walked around her, giving her a studied perusal. She wore the cologne he gave her…it brought back bittersweet memories of an intimate night.
“Very good,” he said, grabbing a whip from a post at the front door and attaching it to the clip on his belt. He attached a leash to her collar and led the way to his vehicle.
Damien opened the back door of the black Lincoln Navigator and she climbed into the second seat, eyes trained forward. Without a word, he slid the door shut and climbed into the driver’s seat, tossing the whip onto the passenger seat.
“Do you remember the instructions I gave you for tonight?” he asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. We’ll be there in about fifteen minutes. Try to relax. You’ll do fine.”
He popped in a Tim McGraw CD and listened to “I Like It, I Love It” as he drove to get his mind off the beautiful submissive in his backseat. Occasionally while waiting at a red light, he peered into the mirror to look at her. She looked absolutely stunning, with soft tendrils of curls framing her face. Her makeup brought out her best features. He had almost forgotten how full and luscious her lips were, how mesmerizing her eyes were, how delicate and perfect her features were. She would surely draw a lot of attention to them tonight. They made a very handsome couple.
Arriving at the club, Damien grabbed the whip then gave the keys to a valet. Another valet opened Kaitlin’s door and assisted her out of the car. Damien led her into the establishment. The attendant at the front counter greeted them with a big smile as they approached. The man’s dark hair was slicked back from his narrow face in a style reminiscent of the 1920s. His suit even looked old-fashioned.
“Sir Damien. Nice to have you back again.”
“Thank you, James. Good to be back.”
Damien removed Kaitlin’s cape and handed it to the gentleman along with the fifty-dollar entry fee.
“I’ll check that for you, Sir. Here is your coat check ticket. Enjoy.”
“Thank you. We will.”
Damien proceeded into the smoke-filled room. A mirrored ball cast droplets of dancing colored light against the pieces of equipment set up around the room. TVs in all four corners played repeat movies and harsh music blared in the background. Though it was early, a good crowd had already gathered.
He led Kat to a table near the stage and took a seat. She stood next to him with her head lowered as he had instructed. He laid the whip on the table.
“I’m going to the bar. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait here.”
The bartender, dressed in a diaper and bow tie, promptly greeted him. Damien nodded to him.
“Two diet colas, please.”
“Yes Sir.” The bartender returned a moment later with the drinks. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
He handed the man a tip and turned to survey the room. Besides a majority of Dominants in the crowd, the room was also filled with several cross dressers tonight, a few lesbian and gay couples and a mixed-race couple who seemed to have a major shoe fetish. They crawled on their knees, begging to kiss the shoes of every patron they met. He smiled. The crowd was never the same and that made it interesting. To his surprise, Sir David was there. Good. He hoped to have an opportunity to talk to the Dom and find out more about him. He carried the glasses back to the table where Kat waited for him. Damien offered her the drink and smiled at her.
“I brought you some cola.”
She nodded and accepted the drink.
He noted Sir David’s approach out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it wouldn’t take the Dominant long to spot Kaitlin in the crowd.
“Evening. Mind if I join you?”
Damien regarded the impeccably dressed man standing before him and indicated the seat next to him. “Certainly, please have a seat.”
“Thank you.” The Dom sat across from Damien at the small cocktail table a
nd gave Kaitlin a thorough inspection. “I see you’ve brought my favorite sub tonight. How nice.”
“I try to give all of my girls an opportunity to visit the ‘real world’ before they are thrown into it so they know what to expect. Tonight is Kat’s turn.”
“You’ve done a fine job of training her. She obeys quite well. Do you plan to exhibit her tonight?”
Damien turned to Kaitlin.
“Yes, we discussed doing a scene the other day. I’ll be whipping her at the cross later tonight.”
Sir David smiled. “Then I shall have to stay around to see that. I’d like to learn the technique.”
Damien took a swig of his drink while observing his guest. The man definitely had an air of sophistication and seemed well-to-do. He noticed the man’s Rolex watch and the fine quality of his suit. His nails were manicured and his white teeth were perfectly straight and appeared to be his own. From all outward appearances, it seemed that he could afford to pay a good price for a sub. But would he really be right for Kat? Why didn’t he know the proper whipping technique?
“Mind if I ask how long you’ve been in the lifestyle?”
“Well, I’ve had an interest in it for years, but I just recently decided to become active. This area is into the lifestyle much heavier than my hometown in Canada.”
“And of course, since you’re living here, you might as well take advantage of it,” Damien added.
“Absolutely. I want to enjoy it as much as possible before I go back in January.”
“You’re heading back to Canada?”
“Yes. This is just a temporary job assignment. I don’t live here.”
Damien didn’t like the sound of that. He had hoped that whoever purchased Kat’s training package would live locally so he might have the opportunity to train her further if needed. If Sir David bid on her and she accepted his offer, she would possibly never return.
“So have you ever had a submissive of your own before?”
“No. But I’m quite sure that I’m ready for one. I’ve watched a lot of videos and read up on it. I figure I’ll get someone who is rather new at this and we can learn together.” He nodded and smiled at the sub. “Like Kat, here. She told me she’s a novice.”
Sir David’s statement bothered Damien. He looked at Kaitlin. Yes, she was a novice, but she had learned from an experienced Trainer and had been exposed to real-life situations. He worried how well she would fare with someone who had no experience.
“Yes, she’s been in training for a couple of weeks now. She’s quite good.”
“Have you bedded her?”
Damien thought the question rather odd. Usually, interested Doms asked what type of submissive the girl was and what things she liked to do, but he had never been asked so directly about their physical intimacy. Indeed, this was the first time that his training had reached that level with a sub.
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. I noticed chemistry between the two of you at the party last weekend. And even though you two haven’t spoken to each other tonight, I still sense a strong connection between the two of you. I was just wondering if her training had been thorough.”
Sir Timothy arrived at the very moment Damien opened his mouth to answer the question. He was grateful for the distraction. He turned to greet his apprentice.
“Hi. I was waiting for you at the bar, Sir. I didn’t notice you at first because your back was to me.”
Damien cleared his throat. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure you were coming tonight. Sir David, have you met Sir Timothy?”
The two men stood and shook hands.
“Yes, I believe we saw each other briefly at the party last weekend. Didn’t actually get a chance to talk, however,” David offered.
“Well, then, here’s your chance. Kaitlin and I are going to circulate the room. Public relations, you know. It’s been nice talking to you, David. Girl, come.”
Damien stood and she immediately turned and followed him. He sighed in relief. The conversation was getting just a little too personal for him. Spotting a former client, he led Kaitlin to the pool table, which had been transformed into a makeshift bed at the backside of the u-shaped bar. Two female submissives were performing on top of the table for a group of onlookers. When Damien and Kat arrived, one sub was moaning her orgasm as the other sucked vigorously on her mound. The crowd nodded their approval.
“Damien!” A thick-waisted, balding Dom in his late thirties grabbed Damien’s hand and shook it. “Glad to see you here tonight. Did you see my girls?”
“Yes, I just caught the end of their scene, Joseph. Very nice. I see you’re still into ménage a trois.”
The Dom laughed heartily and his belly shook. “You bet! It’s the only way to go. At least for me, that is.” He gave Kaitlin a quick once-over from head to toe. “You always amaze me, Damien. A new girl every time you come here. Your business must be doing quite well these days.”
“Couldn’t be better. This one’s going to auction in a couple of weeks.”
“Pretty.” The Dom reached over and tweaked one of Kat’s nipples sticking out from the fishnet stocking. The flesh immediately bloomed into a stiff bump. “She’ll fetch a good price. I’d buy her training package myself, but I’m totally happy with the two I got from you last year. You do a fine job.”
Damien smiled. “Thank you. Happy customers are always my best references.”
Joseph raised his bottle of beer. “Hey, everyone! Here’s the best damn Trainer in the area. He’s the one responsible for my girls here.” He pointed to Damien. The Doms and Dommes close to them all turned to regard Damien. He saw a lot of them first look at him, then at Kaitlin, who was perfectly poised.
“Thanks, Joe. Always knew I could count on you for some free advertisement.”
“Hey, you’re welcome, buddy. My pleasure.”
Joseph was interrupted by two Dommes who had questions about the scene they had just watched. As he turned to answer them, Damien noted several unfamiliar Dominants headed their way.
“Evenin’,” the tall, slender man spoke first. His Gothic look, complete with pasty skin, long, black hair, black leather pants, chain mail shirt and buckled boots, was quite authentic. His shorter companion complemented him with matching black leather pants and lace-up boots. His eyes had been heavily outlined with mascara to intensify them. He had two red spots on his neck. When they shook hands, Damien noted their fingernails were painted black.
“What can I do for you gentlemen?”
“We’re a gay couple looking for a submissive who likes to scene Gothic. Do you have any of those?” They didn’t even look at Kaitlin. She apparently wasn’t their type and Damien was grateful for little things.
Damien shook his head.
“No, sorry. Not at the moment. But I never know who will show up at my door. If you’d like to give me your card, I’d be happy to call you if I get one.”
The tall Dom reached into his sleeve and pulled out a card, flourishing it before Damien. “Yes, please do so. We’d be eternally grateful.” He turned to his companion and laughed, displaying his fake pointed teeth.
“I’m sure you would.”
Flashing lights indicated that the show was about to start. “Well, we have to go. We’re in the show tonight. Nice to meet you.”
The short Dom offered another limp-wristed handshake to Damien. “The pleasure was all ours.”
Damien escorted Kat back to their table. Timothy was still sitting there, but Sir David had left.
“Hey.”
“Hello, Sir. I was wondering if you would be back on time. Sir David was pumping me with lots of questions about Kaitlin.”
Damien picked up his glass and finished the drink. He looked over his shoulder at the crowd, trying to find David.
“Sorry about leaving you like that. He was just getting too personal with his questions and I needed to get away. Thanks for bailing me out.”
“You’re welcome. Unfortunately, he’s co
ming back. He decided to make a quick stop at the men’s room before the show begins.”
“Oh, well in that case, I guess we’d better get started.” He turned to Kat. “Go to the ladies’ room and take off your clothing and return to me.”
She bowed and walked away.
Timothy gave him an analyzing look.
“What?”
“Well, Sir. I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but are you sure you’re up to this? She isn’t just any sub. This is the one you defended at the party.”
“Yes, I know. Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. Things have changed between us since the party. It’s all very professional now.”
Timothy’s brows lifted in wonder, but he didn’t voice any further concern. “Then I’ll wish you good luck, Sir.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Damien patted Sir Timothy on the back.
Kaitlin returned to the table wearing only her birthday suit. Damien admired her beautiful curves and those amazing breasts. She was a visual feast, dressed or not dressed. She draped her bodysuit across the back of a chair. He took off his jacket and placed it on another chair, slipped out of his bow tie and loosened the collar on his shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, he turned to Kat.
“Ready? You may answer.”
“Yes Sir, whenever you are.”
“Then let’s begin. Watch our stuff for us, Tim.” He picked up the whip. Tim nodded.
Damien walked Kat to a St. Andrew’s cross on center stage. There were several other subs being tied to crosses also. He acknowledged the other Doms’ presence with a nod and looked back at Kat.
“Front, as we discussed the other day?”