PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  “Ashley’s not coming.”

  Damn. He’d been thinking the blonde’s generous curves would be the perfect distraction. “Okay. So are there other applicants? Someone who might be able to make time to replace her?”

  “No. Most of the people who sent in applications this time were unsuitable.”

  “Maybe you have to change your standards.”

  Roger shook his head. “No, I don’t think so. My judgment’s not perfect but I’m going to trust it. I called Rhonda—you remember her from a few times ago—but she can’t get the time off.”

  He did remember Rhonda. Sweet girl. Eager to please. And she liked having two men at once, which could be a lot of fun. Nothing like a Dom sandwich with a sweet sub in the middle. “So only Megan.”

  “Who is going to be late. I didn’t mention it to you before because I figured I’d let you have Ashley.”

  He wished he’d read their applications better. He usually did but he’d been putting it off. Roger would have said it was because he was mooning after Kelly, and Roger would probably be right, although he’d get an argument. Tom never got that hung up on a single submissive. There were plenty of fish in the sea. Regardless, he hadn’t focused when he read them so he’d have to reveal his ignorance. “So is Megan into threesomes?”

  Roger looked at him oddly. “Not much. A one out of five. Didn’t you look at the apps?”

  “I skimmed them. I was figuring on cramming the night before.”

  “You’re welcome to Megan when she gets here,” Roger said. “I can stay in the shadows or we can take turns.”

  Tom nodded. “Take turns,” he said. Fair was fair. The subs weren’t there for a relationship, and two men could do a better job than one at keeping a sub busy and happy. Whatever was going on with Kelly or Ashley, it wasn’t Megan’s fault. He’d give it his best. “Thanks for keeping me posted. You don’t have any other ideas? Because I think we all agree it works better with more than one girl. I remember you saying that they learn from the example of others and it makes them feel less isolated to not be the only sub on the island.”

  “Natalie will be here with Carter.”

  “Not exactly the same but it’s something. Well, if you come up with anyone, go for it.” He’d take the selection process out of Roger’s hands if he could get away with it, but he knew he couldn’t. Besides, Roger had some expertise. As a psychologist, he had an awareness of the psychology of all four Submission Island Doms, and could often accurately predict how they would match up with the subs. He hadn’t always been spot on, but Tom trusted his judgment. He just wanted it to produce a better result. There wasn’t any lack of women who wanted to come to Submission Island—the resort was legendary in the BDSM community. But it was hard for most people to get two weeks off with only a few days’ notice.

  Roger smiled an odd little smile and nodded. “I’ll do that.”

  “I’m going to take my shower now.” Tom turned and walked upstairs, wondering if Roger’s devious expression should bother him, but by the time hot water was pounding the sweat off his shoulders, he’d forgotten it.

  If only, he thought, I could forget a certain policewoman.

  * * * * *

  Julia pulled the envelope out of her recycle bucket and tossed it on her makeshift dining room table—a card table with a big circular piece of wood that fit on top and a fancy tablecloth that hid its humble underpinnings. She took the five pages of folded paper out of the envelope and spread them out on the table. Then she got a pencil and sat down on one of the mahogany chairs she’d spent a good part of a paycheck on. Someday she’d get a table to go with them.

  I can’t believe I’m even considering this.

  The application to attend Submission Island had a due date on it—12 June. It had been the 18th already when it arrived. The two-week getaway would start in a few days. She was owed a week off after the undercover assignment but not two. There was no point in filling it out. Even if she did, she wasn’t sure she wanted to go. She’d come to terms with the fact that she had a taste for kink. And the Doms on Submission Island were all hot, even if one of them was taken. And one of them was Tom. Still, that left three Doms by her count. And no doubt a bevy of women would be going too. It could all get very complicated, even if Tom and she hadn’t had a relationship. Or a fling. Or whatever the hell it was.

  Do I really want to see Tom with another woman? The answer was an emphatic no. But if she went she probably would. And she’d probably end up with another Dom. Which might do me the world of good. She frowned at the papers again.

  It doesn’t matter. It’s too late and I was sent this by mistake. She turned the envelope over. The return address was Roger Taylor’s. She’d met him when her job had called her to investigate some crooks who intended to use Submission Island, or Fleury Island as it was in the police reports and on the official maps, for drug smuggling. Even among the Doms, Roger tended to take charge, so it made sense that he sent out the mailings. But even the postmark was past the due date for the application’s return. It didn’t make sense.

  I’ll fill it out but I won’t send it. It’ll be an opportunity to figure out what I want and what I don’t. She wrote her name and address in at the top and then moved on to fill in the bubbles. There was a long list of activities and a chance to rate each one from zero to five, with five meaning “yes, please” and zero meaning “not under any circumstances”. She remembered the flogging Tom had given her and filled in the five. She did the same for bondage. She wasn’t sure about role-play, that covered a lot of ground. Electrical play she gave a two. Breath play she filled in as a zero, and pressed extra hard on the pencil. She wondered if they were willing to do all the things listed, or if part of the point was to weed out unsuitable applicants. She kept filling in bubbles, trying to take time to consider each one, but after a while she started speeding up.

  She needed to get out of the habit of imagining Tom doing each of the things to her. It was turning her on when it wasn’t making her angry. She knew she owed him an apology for not returning his calls, even if she had been out on assignment. She could have found a way to do it without blowing her cover, and she certainly could have called him right when her assignment was done, but she had put it off. It got more awkward with each passing day. She could stare a drug dealer in the eye and walk right into a deal knowing she might be killed if her cover was blown, yet facing Tom scared her.

  She worked her way through the rest of the bubbles and got to the section where she was asked to fill in her fantasies. She thought for a moment. She had more than a few of those. She scribbled in “kidnapped” and “two men”. The last she supposed was a real possibility on Submission Island. That will get Tom out of my head.

  Maybe I should get him back into my bed instead.

  She winced at the rhyme and went back to the application. “No begging” she wrote in big letters and added a few exclamation points for good luck. Even though sending in the application would do no good, she wondered if Tom would end up reading it. Why wouldn’t he?

  This is a chickenshit way to let him know what went wrong. She put the application down and picked up the phone. She dialed the number he’d given her and waited for him to pick up. And got his voice mail. She hung up. Was he not answering on purpose? Possible, but she was being paranoid. Probably he just couldn’t get to it. She tried to compose a message in her mind to give him and then dialed again.

  Watch him pick up now that I’m ready for him not to. But she got through to his voice mail and spoke clearly into the phone. “Hi. This is Kelly. Julia. I was out of town on police business and I’m sorry I didn’t return your messages. Maybe we’ll talk sometime.” She paused. “It’s not you, it’s me. Sorry.”

  She hung up. Frankly, I’d rather face a crook than voice mail. It was too cold and impersonal. She knew she hadn’t told him what had gone wrong but he’d have moved on anyway. A guy like Tom could find a woman anytime he wanted. A submissive woman even. Probably o
ne who didn’t mind saying “Please, Master, fuck me”. All she’d been able to manage was “Sir”, and at that, she’d tripped over the “please”.

  She folded the papers and stuffed them inside the return envelope that came with the initial mailing, noticing for the first time that postage was prepaid. The address was a post office box right there in the city, near the airport. She wondered how often the men from the island picked up their mail. Well, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to cost her anything to send it.

  * * * * *

  There were two messages waiting at home for Julia when she finished her last shift Saturday night. One was from Tom. She’d heard other women complain about the calls they’d gotten after breakups. “I still love you. I can’t live without you. Please come home. Please.” She didn’t find begging any more attractive in others than she found it in herself. She wasn’t looking forward to rejection either. Both thoughts made her hesitate before listening to the message. But in the end it was simple, short and to the point.

  “I want you.”

  The words tugged at her heart. Hell, they tugged elsewhere too. She knew what his want meant—kinky sex and explosive climaxes. His voice sounded so hot and sexy she could practically feel his lips on hers.

  He saw my application. I’ve got to call him.

  She took a deep breath and decided to listen to the other message first. Maybe it was from him even though it was from a number she didn’t recognize. He traveled a lot, and even a satellite phone wouldn’t work everywhere. She pressed play.

  “Hello, Julia. This is Roger. Come to general aviation at the airport at eight in the morning and Carter will pick you up and take you to Submission Island. Don’t bother to pack any clothing, but you may bring whatever else you need. I look forward to seeing you when you arrive.”

  She blinked. “What the fuck?” Didn’t Doms ever ask? She supposed that was part of what made them Doms, although Tom had asked lots of questions when they’d first met about what she liked and didn’t. The two calls had something in common. Neither man had asked her to call back.

  Calling Tom back seemed less urgent now. Clearly he and Roger had seen her application and decided they wanted her to come. She wasn’t sure which man would end up topping her there, but she knew that going meant submitting to one of them. Maybe both. Maybe the other guy too, Carter. She wouldn’t want to live her life that way, but for a week it would be an exciting adventure. She shivered in anticipation. The whole idea gripped her with anxiety but after the undercover mission she knew she could deal with that. It also made her wet and tingly all over.

  I may have to make snap decisions and give orders at work, but my submissive side isn’t going away, and this is the perfect chance to find out more about it. And to see Tom again.

  I want you. He’d said it. And if she went to Submission Island he could have her. No begging. He’d seen what she wrote and he still wanted her.

  She got out her suitcase. No clothes. Was she going to wander around naked the whole time? When she had gone to Submission Island before, some of the women there had been naked some of the time but not all. Then again, they’d been expecting the police, so it wasn’t normal circumstances. She wasn’t sure she wanted to wander around nude. She didn’t think she had a bad body. She had to stay in shape for her job. But she knew she wasn’t a fashion model either. She looked better with a little coverage. Something over her tummy especially. A skirt did a good job of disguising her hips, which she thought were too wide.

  She tossed a couple of skirts into the suitcase. She remembered when she’d disobeyed Tom once and wore panties on a date. When he’d discovered it he’d spanked her. She suspected he’d known she would disobey and set up the whole thing in advance, but either way she’d liked it. She wouldn’t mind him doing that again.

  Then the thought of Roger spanking her entered her mind and she took the skirts out. Orders are orders, she told herself. And I’m going to be a good submissive. But she knew that wasn’t it. She wasn’t at all sure she wanted a spanking from Roger. Or Carter. It was a fun idea and they were physically attractive, but she had a feeling it would be different.

  She sat down and thought about it. It wasn’t that she objected to them spanking her under the right circumstances. That could be fun. But that was it, she wanted it to be fun. Not punishment for having misbehaved. Working her way through the ranks of the police department had made her strong, but it had also made her hard. Tom had made her feel soft again, but the idea of getting physically punished had all her defenses going up inside. No, best not to go there. She put the skirts back on their hangers and worked on packing up her other personal effects.

  She looked at the slim vibrator that sat in the drawer under her bed where she kept her pajamas. She hadn’t thought of it as particularly slim until she met Tom. In any case, if she needed it at Submission Island, the vacation would have gone totally wrong. Why go if she wasn’t in for a sexual feast? She was about to close the drawer when she changed her mind again. Best to be self-sufficient, and while she could do the job with her fingers, the vibrator was better. She was not going to be in a position of begging.

  Of course, Tom is a lot better than the vibrator.

  She wasn’t used to being indecisive. Her job often required her to make snap decisions. She’d learned to trust her instincts. But now I’m dithering about packing. That wasn’t the worst of it though. Her mind was made up about going, but she still wasn’t sure for which reason. Am I going there to get over Tom or to see him again?

  The worst part was that it was out of her control.

  * * * * *

  She didn’t get a great sleep but she did manage to get to the airport a few minutes before eight. In the end, all the things she needed packed into one oversized purse that her mother had bought her years ago and had gone largely unused until now. Purses were convenient but she didn’t carry one with her on the job and a small one was enough for her commute to and from work.

  If I did carry this thing around all the time, I’d be seeing a physio for my back. She looked around the domestic terminal and spotted a face that looked familiar. The bespectacled woman with auburn hair walked toward her. Julia tried to place the woman.

  “Hi. I’m Natalie. You’re Julia Kelly, right? We met, briefly.” The woman had an American accent although it didn’t sound like the ones on the telly.

  “Yes.”

  Natalie offered a hand and Julia shook it. Around Natalie’s neck was a snug golden chain with a little lock on it. A collar, however discreet. Julia placed Natalie now. The last time she’d seen the woman was on Submission Island. Natalie had been sucking on the cock of one of the Doms there. Carter, Julia thought, not Roger. She hadn’t had much to do with Carter—it had been Kyle and Roger she’d had to interview for the case, and Tom she’d ended up chatting with, but she was good with names and faces.

  Julia realized she was blushing.

  “Nervous?” Natalie asked.

  “Yes. Are you going to Submission Island for vacation too?”

  “Yes.”

  The thought of the pretty woman with Tom made her gut turn. It was one thing to think of an abstract woman and to think it would help her get over him. A specific one was another thing entirely. She gritted her teeth and said nothing. “You’ve been before.”

  “Yes, many times,” said Natalie. “Come, my Master is waiting for us.”

  My Master. She said it so easily and without a hint of shame. In fact, she sounded proud. Maybe there was a hint of hands off this one, he’s mine in her voice too. In any case, Natalie had turned and Julia followed behind her. The flash of a pass and a sturdy push got them through a heavy steel door that led directly to the tarmac. There they weaved past a corporate jet until they got to a medium-sized turboprop-driven sea plane. A helicopter was spinning its rotors nearby, the sound making conversation impossible and creating an unpleasant artificial wind. A ladder was extended from the door and Natalie gestured Julia up the stee
l rungs. Eager to get away from the dust the chopper was blowing up, Julia scampered up the ladder. Carter was waiting for her with a hand to help her into the passenger cabin, which seated six. He was a tall man with short black hair and deep-brown eyes, and he wore a leather bomber jacket.

  “May I ride in back with her, Master?” asked Natalie.

  “And leave me all alone in the cockpit without my slave girl?” Carter chuckled. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea. You two have a good talk.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Natalie curtseyed and Julia couldn’t tell if it was meant ironically or not. From the look of Carter’s raised eyebrows, neither could he.

  Julia put her bag on one seat and then sat in the one behind it. Natalie slid in across the way. No need to choose between an aisle seat and a window seat. They’re all both. There was even a little bathroom in the back. The cockpit wasn’t fully separate and Carter could have turned to say something to them if he’d wished, but he was soon focused on talking to the control tower for clearance to head to the runway.

  “So what would you like to know? It’s your first time, right? I mean, as a submissive, rather than a policewoman.”

  “Yes. Tom and I— Well, I’m not totally inexperienced. But this is new.”

  “Are you anxious?”

  Julia kept her face neutral while inwardly frowning. She was used to interrogating witnesses and suspects, getting the innocent and the guilty alike to talk. It started with a smile. Usually that wasn’t hard because she had a natural empathy for people. Natalie had been entirely nice to her, and she had no reason not to feel that way toward the other woman.

  Well, yes I do. Lots of times, she said. She probably slept with Tom. Well, I don’t own him and he doesn’t own me, so I can’t let that get to me.

  “A little bit,” she admitted, realizing belatedly that Natalie was still waiting for an answer to her question. If Julia was going to get more information, she was going to have to start doing the asking. “Have you always had a good time?”

  “Always.” Natalie paused. “Well, almost always. There were a few awkward moments at first, and Master Kyle scared the hell out of me. But they’re good people, and Tom and Roger have a sense of honor that won’t let them let a woman down. Especially given what they charge!”