Love My Way

by Bridget Midway

  “Done. How do you feel?” Eagan helped her stand erect.

  “Fine.” She stared at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “I’m just fine.”

  “You can go to the living room or your bedroom until you feel ready for it to come out. But at the two-hour mark, I will come find you and take it out myself. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

  She nodded. “I understand.”

  “Let Meadow know she’s next.”

  Eagan tossed his gloves in a trash bag Willow held. By the time he slipped on a second pair, Meadow crept into the room.

  “Come to the table, Meadow.” Eagan signaled for her to move forward.

  She scanned the room as she took each precise step.

  Although he didn’t want to scare her, Eagan needed her to break out of her shell. “Get over here now. I don’t understand why you’re taking your time.”

  She stood in front of him and kept her gaze down. “I’m afraid.” Her mouth twitched in to an awkward smile.

  The hairs on the back of Eagan’s neck stood at attention at her admission. “After all of these weeks, everything you all have been through with me, why would you still be afraid?”

  Meadow hunched her shoulders.

  “I don’t understand you. You came into this competition like a lioness. Why are you getting so skittish now? Has someone said something to you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Is there something I have done?”

  She gazed at him for a moment before finally answering. “No, sir.”

  “Do you really want to be in this competition and be my submissive?”

  It was the only question that made Meadow look him in the eyes. “Yes, of course. It’s just that I don’t look like the other girls.”

  “And you don’t have to. I’ve told you that before. My interest is in your desire not your appearance.”

  She let out a long breath and nodded.

  “Do you still want to do the anal plug?”

  Meadow waited a beat before nodding again.

  “Bend over on the table, lift up your dress and hold your cheeks apart.” Not very romantic, but romance had very little to do with this lesson. It was all about training the right woman.

  Meadow did as she was told. Her small star-shaped hole squeezed in tight.

  “I need you to relax, Meadow.” Eagan rubbed his finger over her hole to help ease her tense body. “If you stay wound up like this, it’s going to hurt and you won’t enjoy it.”

  “Yes, sir.” She took a couple of deep breaths.

  Her puckered hole opened a sliver, but it was better than before. Like with Sunny, Eagan had Apple apply lubricant on his fingers. Then he massaged her hole, sliding in the tip of his finger.

  Meadow jerked off of the table.

  “Easy. Settle back down. That’s it.” With his free hand, he rubbed her back.

  Her body melted onto the table, just enough for Eagan to slide the tip of the anal plug into her hole until he got the entire short apparatus inside of her.

  “Stand. Tell me how you feel.” He helped her stand up straight and smoothed her dress down.

  “It feels weird.” She twisted her backside from left to right. “I guess it’s okay. I can get used to it.”

  “Go sit down or go to bed. Come to me when you’re ready to have it taken out, or at the two hour mark.” He patted her hand. “Send in Venus.”

  When Meadow walked out of the room, Phil whispered, “I’m surprised she let you do it. She has been kind of squirrelly lately.”

  “It’s coming down to the wire. Of course she’s going to do it.”

  Venus nearly skipped into the room. She would be easy to do, Eagan thought.

  Without prompting, Venus stripped off her clothes. “Where do you want me?”

  “Bend over here.” Eagan barely had a chance to change gloves by the time she’d bounded into the room.

  “I hope I make you proud, Master.” She faced the camera when she made her proclamation. She jiggled her backside then bent over and spread her cheeks apart without him asking her.

  “I guess you’ve done anal training before, or did you listen to the other contestants?” Eagan asked as he lubed up her hole.

  “Uh, no. I just thought I would help you out. I want to be accommodating for my Master.”

  Eagan rolled his eyes and shoved in the plug. He always knew there was something different about Venus. Her statement sounded too forced, too phony.

  “Good girl.” Eagan snapped off his gloves.

  Venus stood and held her clothes in her hand, but was in no rush to wear them. “I can take a bigger plug, Master Eagan.”

  He stared at her manufactured smile. “No, we’ll just start you on this one for now. If I feel you can do a larger one, I’ll change it.”

  She bowed her head.

  “Tell Poppy to come in here.”

  “Yes, Master Eagan.”

  Once she walked out of the room, Phil whispered, “I don’t care what you think about her, the camera loves her.”

  The camera may love her, but Eagan still had his doubts. Perhaps this time his intuition failed him. Maybe she was the real deal.

  After waiting five minutes, Eagan wondered if Venus told Poppy to come in or if Poppy changed her mind and decided not to say anything to anyone.

  “Where is she? I don’t have all day.” He turned to Willow. “Go bring her in here now.”

  As soon as Willow hit the doorway, Poppy pushed her way through.

  “I’m here.” She bounded over to Eagan, smacking gum, and not looking him in the eyes.

  “Why did you keep me waiting? My time is extremely valuable.” Sweat rolled down between his shoulder blades.

  Poppy put her hand to her stomach. “I’m not feeling well at all. As a matter of fact, I had to go several times, if you know what I mean.” She patted her backside. “I don’t think I can do this challenge. I’m sorry, Master Eagan.”

  He stared at her, trying to read between the lines. “Are you unable or unwilling to do the challenge?”

  “Take your choice. Either way, I’m not doing it.” She crossed her thin arms over her chest.

  “Ask Begonia to come in here. You can wait out in the living room.” Eagan ground his teeth together as he watched Poppy walk out of his dungeon.

  He didn’t know which was worse: acting afraid of him or lack of respect. Not trying the plug at all showed a huge lack of respect, one thing that he didn’t take lightly.

  Eagan changed his gloves and prepared the table. Without turning around, he knew Begonia stood at the doorway. Her scent gave her away first. He smelled her intoxicating light flowery aroma from across the room. Her sexual energy took over the whole room, bowling over everyone in her path.

  Eagan turned around and came face-to-face with her. Her eyes were full of trust and wonder, not fear like Meadow’s or fake like Venus’s.

  “Hi.”

  That one word from her erected every hair on his body. He couldn’t show her that, not in front of the cameras.

  “Bend over and spread your cheeks.”

  Begonia didn’t falter. She did as she was told, turning her face to the side and spreading her cheeks wide for him. Her dark brown ring invited him to touch it, play with it, invade it. Eagan applied lubricant to his fingers without his slave’s assistance. Then he slathered the clear gel between her cheeks. For Begonia, he circled her hole with his middle finger. He licked his lips before easing the tip of it inside of her.

  Begonia arched her back. The deeper he got with his finger, the more she writhed in pleasure. She curved one foot around his leg. By the time he got his finger down to the hilt inside of her, Eagan forgot the cameras were around him. He pulled his finger out to the tip.

  He should have substituted his digit for the plug, but he couldn’t resist delving deep into her again. This time, she let out a whispered cooing cry. Her foot pulled him in more. Her reaction sent goose bumps all over his body.

  Th
e camera light snapped him out of his alternate reality. Eagan had almost forgotten he was doing a show right now. This time when he pulled his finger back, he substituted it with the plug, sliding it in slow enough to tease the viewing audience…and Phil.

  After the insertion, Eagan removed his gloves. “Go lie down or sit until you can’t take any more. But you cannot have it in you longer than two hours.”

  Begonia did something she’d never done before. She took his hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you, Master Eagan.”

  Her words were sincere and heartfelt. She wanted to submit and serve him.

  “Begonia,” he called when she reached the door.

  She turned to him. “Yes?”

  “Good luck today.”

  She smiled as sweetly as Willow and disappeared.

  “What the hell was that?” Phil shook his head. “That last one was a killer. Did you get the vibe coming off of her? She wants you, man.”

  If only Phil knew.

  “And what’s up with that Poppy chick? She doesn’t want to do jack. And whenever you try to get her naked, she refuses, well, except for her tits. Those she’ll show you all day long.”

  Eagan thought about Poppy’s previous actions. Phil was right. She had hidden a part of herself for the entire show. Made him wonder if she was hiding a scar or maybe an artificial leg that she hated. As he’d told Meadow time and time again, the look didn’t matter. What mattered was the heart, the will, the spirit.

  * * * *

  At the thirty-minute mark, Meadow gave up and asked for her plug to be removed. The rest of the women, including Begonia, did two hours without complaints. Venus continued to ask for a bigger plug to be inserted. There was no need to go on any further with the contest. Eagan knew who he wanted to kick out of the house and who should win.

  Apple gathered the contestants into the foyer area. Eagan, now dressed in slacks and a button-down shirt, stepped in front of the small group of women.

  “So how did the plugs feel today?” he asked.

  Both Sunny and Venus responded enthusiastically. Meadow shook her head and Begonia kept her sultry stare on him. Her gaze told of how she felt. Poppy just made a disgusted sound through her nose.

  “Thank you to all of the ladies who participated. However, I do have to send someone home tonight.” He turned to the two ladies at the end. “Poppy and Meadow, please step forward.”

  Poppy had no problem storming up to him. Meadow hesitated, but eventually made her place next to Poppy.

  Eagan addressed Meadow first. “You couldn’t last a full hour with your anal plug in place. You have to understand that I do expect anal play in my submissive relationship. If you’re unable to be trained, then I have no use for you.”

  Meadow bowed her head.

  Then he addressed Poppy. “And you, you wouldn’t even try it. I’m not sure what’s going on with you, Poppy. You volunteered for this contest. I didn’t drag you here. If you find certain aspects of the BDSM lifestyle degrading, demeaning, or boring, then you shouldn’t have signed up for the show. Because you actually refused to try the anal plug, I’m sorry, Poppy, I’m releasing you.” Eagan held out his hand.

  “Whatever. I was ready to get off this show anyway.” Poppy put her collar in his hand. When she removed her mask, Eagan took a step back.

  Poppy had braids in her hair and wild blue eye shadow covering her eyelids. Her full lips had been painted red. There was still something about her that Eagan found troubling. She was different. Her striking cheekbones stood sharp on her hard face.

  “Here.” She slapped the mask into his hand also.

  Eagan held her hand, then stared at her. He intertwined his fingers with her long ones. Within a blink, she broke from his hold.

  He suspected something about Poppy, something that, if he wasn’t right, would get him a slap across his face. Who was he kidding? Even if he was right, she would slap him. He had to know.

  “Hug and kiss goodbye?” Eagan held out his arms.

  Poppy sauntered to him and kissed him on his lips. Then she gave Eagan a hug. During the embrace, Eagan slipped his hand down and in between Poppy’s legs and brushed against a large bulge … or two.

  Poppy jumped back at his intimate, if not intrusive, touch. Eagan stared at her, awaiting her reaction. His heart pounded and it shook his upper body. Thank goodness his feet kept his lower half grounded.

  Poppy tried to look angry and indignant. She gave up on that ruse and put her hands to her hips.

  “How did you know?” Poppy asked, her voice an octave lower than what it had been in the contest.

  “How did I know you were really a man?”

  The secret must not have been apparent to the other women. They all covered their mouths in shock and huddled among themselves. Then they shook their heads in disbelief.

  Eagan said, “It wasn’t until Phil pointed out that you had done all of the contests where you could take your top off and nothing else. Then I started putting it all together. So what’s your real name?”

  In a dramatic fashion with her fingers splayed in the air, Poppy announced, “Saffron!” Then she snickered and brought her hands down. “But my friends call me T.J.”

  Eagan moved closer to T.J. and kept his voice low. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you try to pass as a woman? I must admit, you had me and, apparently, my producers fooled.” If Nina was still there, he would have to have a talk with her on her selections.

  “I was hoping to win this thing so that I could get my surgery. I’m on the hormones. I’ve had the ol’ Adam’s apple removed. Then I had ‘the girls’ done.” She lifted her shirt to show off her impressive breasts. “I just love them.”

  “They are nice. But don’t you think if you had won this that I would have found out?”

  “I fooled your producers. I went seven weeks without anyone finding out. I thought that if you chose me that you would learn to love me and would help me get the surgery.” Her voice broke on the last word. She ran her hand under her nose. “Who am I kidding? Eagan Morton would not have a tranny as a submissive.”

  “You don’t know that. Being a pre-operative transsexual doesn’t bother me. Lying to me does. Had you said from day one, I’m going through gender reassignment, I would have thought so highly of you to tell me that up front. Although you were annoying at times, I did enjoy you in this competition.”

  T.J. smiled and laughed through her tears.

  Eagan wiped a tear away from her cheek with his thumb. He hooked his hand behind her head and pulled her forward.

  In her ear, he whispered, “You’ll leave here with dignity and grace.”

  T.J. cried harder and attempted to wipe her tears, but they kept flowing. Eagan had Willow get tissues and makeup so that T.J. could adjust herself.

  “You trash that film in between when she gives me back her necklace and then walks out the door. T.J. will not be outted this way.”

  Phil’s bottom jaw unhinged. “This is a goldmine. Are you kidding me? Eagan Morton has a tranny in his contest and you want me to just turn my back on that?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Eagan wasn’t down for humiliation of any kind. T.J. would walk out of this competition with her head held high. When the camera started rolling again, Eagan said to her, “Good luck finding the right Master for you.”

  T.J. put her hand on Eagan’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much. For a whip-wielding Dom, you’re pretty cool.”

  With that, she sauntered out of the house.

  “That was an interesting surprise.” Eagan turned to the contestants and the crew.

  “No, this is.”

  The familiar voice behind Eagan petrified the hairs on his neck. He kept thinking and hoping that what he heard was only his imagination. No way could she be here in his house. From the expression from the crew and, especially from Phil, Eagan knew he hadn’t imagined the voice.

  With a slow and deliberate pivot, he blinked at who he saw
standing in his doorway.

  “I’m home, Master Eagan,” Ophelia said.

  “Surprise, buddy.” Phil patted Eagan on his back.

  Some fucking surprise.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ananda didn’t know exactly who the woman standing in the door was, but her tingling suspicions told her that it had to be Ophelia. From the confused look on Eagan’s face, she could tell he was shocked to see her, too.

  The woman took a few steps into the house. “Aren’t you going to kiss me? Should I get naked for you?”

  Eagan held up his hand to her. “Don’t move.”

  She stopped in her tracks, but continued smiling, as though Eagan was happy to see her. He turned his back on her and faced Ananda and the other three remaining women.

  “There is no immunity for this challenge. From here on out, you’ll have to win on merit. And I have another surprise for you. From now on, you all will sleep in the dungeon. That will be your new home for the remainder of the show. As long as you’re escorted by either Willow or Apple, you can go to the bathroom. You will eat in the dungeon. You will get acquainted with all of the toys. And I can come down at any moment to play with any of you.” He strolled past the women. “Follow me.”

  Ananda glanced behind her at the woman he left standing in the middle of his foyer. She should have looked hurt. Instead, the woman carried a confident expression. Had to have been Ophelia. She was one hell of an actress.

  Eagan went into the dungeon with Ananda and the other ladies behind him. He pointed to a platform across the room. “Meadow, you’ll be there.” He directed his attention the platform across the room from the one Meadow had been assigned. “Venus, you’ll be there.”

  “Thank you, Master Eagan.” Venus bowed her head.

  “In this corner will be Sunny.”

  She, too, bowed and smiled.

  “By the door will be Begonia, however, tonight, Begonia, you will come with me.”

  Ananda felt her eyebrows furrow under her mask.

  “Since I have to get to know you all, I’m going to be spending some quality time with each of you. Tonight will be Begonia. The rest of you ladies, get acquainted with your space. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” He turned to the door then stopped again. “By the way, aside from having to sleep in the dungeon from now on, you’ll also have to do one other thing.” He held up his long index finger. “Take off all of your clothes and give them to my slaves. From now on, you will be in your masks and collars and that’s it. You will be naked twenty-four-seven, as I expect of all of my submissives.”