“Oh, Justin, we’ll have to get you hooked up with a phone too. We all carry one just in case. I’m a little bit of a techie and I like every one of us to be able to get ahold of each other. You never know when you might need something. Like with Molly, we all want to know how she’s doing. Charlie might not be able to pull himself away from the restaurant, but he’ll still like to be in the loop. And he most definitely will want pictures of the puppies. After they’re cleaned up a bit of course. I’ll get you a phone tomorrow morning.”
“How?… Why?...” he looked at me confused. “Do you know how to text?” He shakes his head no, and I think about his “parents” again. Every kid nowadays has a cell phone plastered to their ear. They had the money, or at least it looked like it, why wouldn’t they have gotten him one? Well, that was a thought for a different day.
“Well, we can teach you. It’s not too hard, once you get the hang of it. I’ll hook you up with one first thing, after I get Charlie’s stuff organized at the diner, or if you want you can come with me to get it, then I can drop you back off here before I go to the diner. I’ll have more than enough time to program all of our phone numbers into your new phone, and teach you how to use it. Then, when Simon heads to the stable, you can get to know the house with your own personal shadow, Molly. What do you think?”
Yet again, I remind Justin he has a choice. He needs to know that his opinion matters. I won’t be dictating to him what he does. The confusion is still there on his face, but not as much as before. I can see him weighing up what I’m asking, wondering what the right choice is. I place my hand back on his neck again, this time just laying it there more gently, just for comfort.
“Whatever you want to do, is what we’ll do. You understand?” Looking him in the eye, I let him see that I’m being honest. That I really do want to know what he wants to do.
“Okay, I’ll stay with Molly.” I can see how much it scares him to tell me what he wants. Praying he’s making the right choice. “Thank you, Justin.” I say in a low voice, hoping it comes across as reassuring. “Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me what you want. It’s important to me to know how you are, what you want, and what you need. You're opinion matters to all of us, do you understand? Everyone here wants to know how to help you. We never want to make you do anything you don’t want to, I promise.” Squeezing his neck, just a little, I try to show him I’m telling the truth.
“Okay,” is the almost audible sound, coming from Justin. I smile a very large smile. “Thank you. Now would you like to look after Molly as you explore the house tomorrow? Or you can get Simon to show you how to watch a movie in the theater and rest up with Molly? It’s up to you.”
“Yeah, I can look after her. As long as she likes me. I don’t know how to look after a dog, but I can try.” Shrugging his shoulders he looks away a little, as if ashamed that he doesn’t know how.
“Well, the good thing about Molly, is, she’s really sweet and easy to love. Come hear Molly.” As Molly came around the counter towards me, Justin seems to tense back up a little.
“There's nothing to be afraid of Justin. She’s just one big bundle of love.” Petting Molly’s giant head, I try to show Justin how gentle she is. Molly may be really big, but she’s also a really big baby.
“Let her smell your fingers, palm down. She doesn’t bite, but she does slobber sometimes, so you do have to watch out for that. Especially if she’s been in her water bowl.” I smile at Justin as he holds out his hand to her. Molly sniffs his fingers, licking them, and nudging her head up under them. Justin looks at me confused at first.
“She wants you to pet her. She’ll really love you if you scratch her neck under her chin. That’s her favorite scratchy spot.” I watch as Justin follows my clue, scratching gently under her neck, causing her to doggie moan and close her eyes. Justin's eyes grow big and an actual smile gifts his face. It isn’t a big one, and it doesn’t last long, but it was there. That smile tugs at my heartstrings. Watching the two of them together makes all of us smile. The exaggerated doggie moans keep coming, making all of us laugh. Molly really is special. Already I can see her working her own form of doggie magic. Looking up at Simon, he nods his head, agreeing that the two of them need each other.
“Well, I guess that settles it. Molly will spend all day tomorrow trying to get you to scratch her. I’ll get you a phone after I’m done at Charlie's. Then, I’ll show you how to use it. Okay? Charlie and I will walk you back up to your room for some sleep, this is a big house, it’ll be hard to find you if you get lost.”
************* Justin As I close the door to the room David says is mine, and turn the deadbolt, I don’t know what to think. That hadn't been anything like I was expecting. Sliding the chair back under the knob, I can’t be too careful after all, I stand there and wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.
I’m at a loss as to whether or not they’re playing mind games, and I’m too tired to even attempt to figure this crap out. I’m so confused. And why was Charlie sitting at David’s feet? He’d been… petting him!
Simon is huge, but when he spoke to me he’d been so gentle. Not at all what I’d expected. David just seemed like everything was hunky dory, and when Charlie had finally gotten up off the floor to eat, he looked almost high!
Nobody tried to touch, or even look at me in a creepy way. It was like we were all best friends having dinner together or something. I just can’t stop the thoughts of the strange dinner from circling and circling through my head. I can’t make heads or tails of any of it.
David now wants to get me a phone? Why would he do that? I mean sure, he can just take it back after he throws me back on the street, but phones are expensive. With a house like this though he can probably afford it.
And Molly! I’m thrilled that she seems to like me; but how am I supposed to look after her? I don’t know anything about dogs, especially pregnant ones. She’s huge compared to anything I’ve ever even seen before, only halfway back to a healthy weight or not. Dogs on the street, unless they’d just been dumped on there by someone who’d fed them at least a little, were all gaunt. Their curving spines showing both starvation and abuse and sometimes patches of fur were missing.
Street dogs would sneak up and steal food in a minute. But if you try to pet them, well I have a scar or two from dogs on the street. If they get their teeth into something it's best to just let them have it. You can’t fight the teeth and claws of a starving animal. Plus, somehow I just can’t help but feel for them. Even though I’m pretty much in the same position, sometimes I even left a few scraps for them. I can go to a soup kitchen. They have to eat some things I wouldn’t be able to force myself to touch, much less eat. I always left what I could, but it wasn’t much.
This whole situation is just beyond me. Why can’t these people act like I thought they would? If they did, I could pretend, it's not like I haven’t gone down that route before. Prostitution is prostitution,
when I know what to expect I can handle it. I hideaway while they do whatever, put myself somewhere else in my mind if I have to. At least I have control over my own body for now. But what would have happened on the street with the pimps? It would have killed what was left of me to become a prostitute. It would have been like before. I may as well kill myself now rather than let a pimp control me again. I don’t understand what they want from me? Their kindness and asking me what I want; it’s driving me mad. It’s messing with my head and making me mental. I can’t figure out what they really want with me?
Walking tow ards the bed I shake my head. I’ll think about it tomorrow. I believe them, but why? I don’t know. I would sleep tonight. Really sleep. Without one eye open. Then maybe tomorrow I can figure this all out. I don’t know.
************* David After my experiences with Aaron, training as a sub, I knew what I wanted. As a Dom it may seem a little cliché to have a Basement, but it’s been exactly what I need. Before I’d even taken on my first submissive, I’d created the perfect space. I
now have everything I need.
The re’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross, stockades, a spanking bench, steel suspension bars, cages and a cock and ball pillory. There are so many toys, my wall of treats. I’m always adding something I found to my collection.
The spreader bars, ropes, silk scarves, hogties and cuff sets are near the floor. There are ball gags, collars and leashes of different styles. From satin, leather and spikes, all the way to rough ropes. There’s everything I need to properly take care of my submissives, big or small, I have a little bit of everything.
Whether I’m going light, or trying to break a sub to pleasure them, whatever they need I have it. Anywhere I look there’s something that’ll bring the pain and pleasure of extreme release. All the temptations and paraphernalia to set my sub flying.
In the very back of the giant room is a plush brown suede couch. A very innocuous looking thing, but one of the most important pieces in the room. That is where I hold and cuddle my sub as they come back to earth after their flight. Aftercare is more important than anything. Aftercare makes sure they’re made to feel love and that they’ve done well. They need reassurance, peace and comfort. A small refrigerator contains water, which the sub needs desperately while coming down.
Aaron taught me the importance of wrapping a blanket around the sub, making sure they rehydrate and that they’re just held. Some subs cry or shake, emotionally wrecked. Some just want to cuddle. It’s the Dom’s main mission after a scene to be anything and everything the sub needs. Taking care of my sub is mandatory. It helps make the bond between Dom and sub stronger.
I think back to sitting at the kitchen counter, listening to Simon and Justin talking about how to care for Molly. Well, while watching Simon talk and Justin listen and nod, I had continued to touch Charlie. Light, little brushes across his thigh. Little pinches on his bottom. We started our current scene the moment he walked in the door. Him kneeling to show his need, he wanted to take care of me, his Master. I had been upset and he knew how to comfort me. He always does understand what I need, whether I do or not.
************* Master Watching him now, Charlie kneels in my second favorite submissive pose with thighs apart; having stripped and placed his hands behind his head, he presents himself, open for me, knowing I’ll hurt him. I’ll hurt him so good, and he’ll love it. I’ll make him fly. I walk to my wall of toys. We went down to the basement to play after dropping Justin off at his bedroom door. We heard the bolt slide home and knew he wouldn’t leave his room again for the night. Running my hand over my paddles I look at Charlie.
“Are you here, One?” I ask him softly. We had long ago stopped using names. He is my number One, and I am his Master. It’s as simple as that.
“Yes, Master. I’m here for you.” He almost groans as he watches me caress the paddles, looking up through his eyelashes, knowing I haven’t given him permission to look up. He loves the rules and control he gives me, and he would quickly lose his ability to speak. One would be answering in moans or grunts before I was through with him. Upstairs in the kitchen was just our foreplay. I’m surprised he can still answer at all, as high as he’d been, but he probably pulled himself together for Justin
“Are you, One? I think you might need something to bring your full attention to me. I think you need Master to convince you. To prove to you who is in control. That remark you made...” I hear him gasp as he realizes what is to come. “You told me what to do, One. We were in a scene. And while you may have been right to say that to Simon, you didn’t have permission.” I leave it up to One to see where he was wrong.
“I should have been more respectful, Master. I was flippant and you hadn’t given me permission to speak freely. I’m sorry, Master. So sorry, you must punish me. Do as you please. Teach me to control my mouth.”
“Oh, One. You have no idea how right you are. I’ve been gone too long, and look at what I come home to. You have become a little brat.” One cries out in despair.
“No sir, please! I made a mistake, you are, of course right. But I’m not a brat, Master. I’m not trying to make you punish me or force your hand. I swear. I will obey you, Master, I’m sorry.” One has tears in his eyes, as he trips over his words, still high from the endorphins I’ve teased from him upstairs.
He knows I don’t like brats; disobedient behavior in order to force me to punish them. Brats who are trying to be the one in control? Who top from the bottom? Who try to force me to punish them? I won’t stand for it. That’s behavior that will get you immediately banned from my presence. No second chances. There’s only one Dom in this room. Only one Dom is in charge, and One knew it was me. He may Dom whenever he chose, when I’m not involved. Or at a club, but only with my permission.
If Justin is receptive, if he was to be here; even if I let Charlie be the Dom to help train him, it won’t matter what mischief they get up to when I’m gone, One is still mine, and he’ll be the training Dom for Justin because I say so. Six months out of the year I’m deployed all over the world, it’ll be way too long for my sub to wait. With my permission, and Justin's agreement of course, One will be his Dom.
I am One’s Dom first a nd foremost. I am Master here. Just like if Justin does decide he wants to be with us, in a Dom/sub relationship, he will be Two. He will never take One’s spot. There will be no fighting between my subs ever. No jockeying for position. They will be One and Two. Equals in my mind and theirs. There will be no competition. I will not allow it, or stand for it.
Any misbehaving or fighting will be swiftly and painfully dealt with. Simon has permission to deal with any problems while I’m gone. But there will be a further punishment when I come home. Simon will write the incidents down and place them on the fridge. I have already punished One for the transgressions he made while I was gone. The memories of those punishments send a warm tingle through my body, and put an evil grin on my face. Looking down at One, I know he isn’t a brat. But it has been a long time since I cracked down on him. When I come home we play, but it’s been so long, that One needs to know his place. To know his place is secure, and he needs to be shown.
“You will go to the cross, One. You will stand with your arms up and your legs spread, facing the cross. You will not make a sound. I will cuff you to the cross and you will take what I give you. Won't you, One?”
When we’re here, I don’t raise my voice. I’m calm when I speak to One. One knows that I barely whisper, my voice turning cold when I’m displeased. But I never raise my voice. A sub needs to learn their Master’s voice and body language. Needs to be completely in tune with their Master. The rest of the world, any outside influence, needs to be left at the door. A sub needs to only pay attention to their Master and their body. Nothing else.
“Yes, Master” As One stands up, I can see he’s very excited. He knows I’ll do everything in my power to put him in his place. Show my love through pain and pleasure. He’ll fly for me.
As he stands just as I tell him. I can see him trembling. He knows his mistake will cost him, but he also knows that as soon as the scene is done, everything will be forgiven.
************* One I lay my head against the cross, the padding cool on my forehead for a moment. Master makes sure there’s padding just where my forehead hits. Always, Master makes sure everything hurts, with pleasure not true pain. I stay quiet, arms up, legs spread, just as Master ordered. I patiently wait for his next direction. Master doesn’t like disobedience.
Master’s hand caresses my shoulder, fingers slowly running up my left arm to the padded cuff, tightening it up just right. He slowly drags his fingers, barely skimming the skin over my shoulders, pressing harder in places, relearning all the places I love him to touch. As Master tightens the right cuff, checking with two fingers between the cuff and my skin to make sure it won’t restrict the blood flow, I can’t hold back the whimper flowing from my lips. Master grabs my hair, grips it tight and forces my head back.
“Did I, or did I not, tell you to be quiet, One?” Master whispers
in my ear. I know I’m in trouble now, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Master doesn’t like to repeat himself.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master. Please don’t be mad at me, please.” I tremble in my restraints. “Please.” I don't know what to say, and I know it won’t matter to Master how hard I plead. Punishments were starting to pile up.
“Can you be quiet for Master, One? Or do you need a gag? Master doesn’t want to use it, but he will.” Master is always quiet when he is disappointed.
“Yes sir! Yes, Master. I can do it, I promise!” I hope and pray I can. I’ll do anything for my Master. I have to do it for Master. “All right, One. We will try this again, but you have to be quiet unless I give you permission.” I nod my head, promising Master I’ll be quiet.
Master continues, back across my right shoulder, just his fingertips dragging across my skin, and continuing down my spine. Traveling ever so slowly, dragging out my anxious pleasure, making my skin yearn for more. I want his fingers to go faster. To grab hold firmly. But I know Master is punishing me. I have to wait, let Master decide when and what. Nothing is in my control, Master is my everything. I have to remember that, to know my place. I placed my heart and soul in my Master’s hands, and I was there only to obey and feel. Trust was the key to subspace. That wonderful flight, the disconnect with anything but the pleasure and pain mixed together until all I feel is flight.
As Master reaches the base of my spine, I feel his lips brush the dimples just above the cheeks of my ass. Goosebumps raise all over my body, making me flex and shiver. Such a simple touch, but I tremble from head to toe, I hold back a groan, desperate to keep my promise to Master.
Master’s hand grazes my right cheek as he chuckles. It's just a small noise, almost a breath, but I know I’ve done well. The small hum Master gives as he caresses my ass makes me shiver again. I can feel Master breathing on the flesh of my ass and I have to grit my teeth and swallow the moan again before Master hears it. I press my forehead hard to the cushion, grateful again for Master’s forethought.
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