by P Nelson
“Where did you just go?” Eric’s voice held a sliver of steel, and it made Elizabeth sit up straighter.
“Do you think you could be my training Dom?” she blurted out as the waitress arrived with the mains. Her face turned bright red as the woman placed a plate in front of her and provided the same service for Eric. She couldn’t read Eric’s expression, and she was terrified she had made a huge mistake.
“Elizabeth, what did I say earlier in the evening?” Eric’s voice wasn’t cold exactly; it made her ass tingle as if he had already spanked her. She went over everything he had said and felt panic rising because she couldn’t grab onto one of her stray thoughts. This was it. After a year of saving and dreaming, even after Jerry had left her, she was about to see her submissive dreams go up in flames.
“Sweetheart, you have to calm down, or you’re going to have a panic attack and won’t enjoy what looks like a beautiful plate of pasta.” Eric reached across the table and had taken her hand. He lightly stroked his thumb over her pulse point in her wrist, and Elizabeth slowly came out of the haze of her panic.
“I’m so sorry.” Elizabeth felt tears forming in her eyes.
“Nonsense, Elizabeth. There’s nothing to apologise for. From what you’ve told me, you’re invested in the lifestyle even if you haven’t played at The Cage yet.” Eric’s tone was sympathetic. “As long as you follow the simple rules, we’re not going to throw you out.” He smiled at her. “Let’s eat our meal, and you can tell me where you grew up. I’m from North Vancouver originally. My family is still there.”
Elizabeth listened as he spoke about his family and the business he ran with the help of his sisters. She could relax enough to let go of his hand and pick up her fork. Once she took a bite of the pasta, she admired Eric even more. It was the perfect accompaniment to her starter.
“Where are you from? I could talk for ages about my family.” Eric watched her for a moment before he concentrated on his own meal.
“I grew up in Kelowna,” Elizabeth answered thinking of her mother’s little cottage on a nondescript street in the crappy area of town. “I’m an only child, so I love to hear stories about brothers and sisters.” She had loved listening to Jerry talk about his big family, and even though they all fought like the devil, they still stuck up for one another.
“Count yourself lucky. It was impossible to date anyone who wasn’t somehow connected to one or both of my older sisters.” Eric shuddered. “I think I got into the lifestyle partly because of the ensured anonymity. Nobody wants to hear about their conquests from their sisters at Thanksgiving.” Elizabeth barked out a laugh and quickly covered her mouth with her hands. The look of indignation on Eric’s face was priceless.
“It must have been horrible for you.” Elizabeth finally got control over her laughter and went back to eating her pasta. Eric watched her as he set his plate back. It was the first time he had heard her laugh all evening. She was sexy and fascinating. There was no doubt they had sexual chemistry. His dick had been thinking up ways to get inside her pussy all evening. The problem was more intellectual. She wasn’t really the type of sub he would play with normally.
An image of Lilith popped into his head. Gaige had allowed him to participate in a couple of scenes with them. She had a liking for two cocks and her Master was indulgent, the sight of Lilith on her knees servicing his dick while Gaige fucked her from behind seared into his brain. She might not have been the perfect sub at first, but she was his ideal in every way. Elizabeth talking away in front of him was no less lovely, but she had some deep scars Eric wasn’t sure he could help her work through, not when half his mind was thinking of Lilith.
“Eric, would you like dessert?” she asked him with wide eyes, and Eric felt like a dick for thinking about Lilith while they were on a date.
“Yes, why don’t you pick something you think I’ll enjoy, too.” he said, and her eyes widened. She was such a responsive little thing. It really didn’t take much to get her craving for approval to rise to the surface. Maybe he could work with her. After all, the reason he was here was to forget about Lilith and move on with his life. Elizabeth needed a training Dom, not a forever Dom. He could show her a good time, and the two of them would eventually go their separate ways. He watched as she studied the dessert menu intently, brows furrowed and her lower lip between her teeth. When she looked up, Elizabeth beamed a smile at the waitress.
“The chocolate fondant please, with strawberries.” Her gaze flicked over to him, and Eric’s erection pulsed at the look for guidance on her face. He nodded abruptly indicating she had chosen well.
“I adore chocolate,” Eric said as he sat back, and the waitress cleared away their plates.
“Oh, me, too.” Elizabeth agreed, caught up in the moment with him.
“What else do you adore, Elizabeth?” Eric asked and was rewarded as Elizabeth’s breath started to come in short gasps. He leaned forward and made sure no one could overhear him. “Would you like it if I lifted your skirt up to expose your pussy? Would you like it if I opened your legs wide and got a good look at what I am sure is a pretty pink slit between your legs? How would you like it if I ran my tongue from your asshole all the way up to your clit?” Eric watched as Elizabeth stopped breathing. She wriggled a couple of times on her seat. She was utterly invested in the image his words painted. “I’d like to do those things to you, Elizabeth.” The waitress came in that moment, and Eric had to lean away from Elizabeth. Her colour was up, and he watched as her beaded nipples moved up and down behind the conservative pink shirt she wore.
“I would like those things very much.” Elizabeth appeared to collect her thoughts as she stared down at the pot of chocolate and the strawberries laid out artfully on the plate.
“Good, because it won’t be long until I have my wicked way with you, Elizabeth.” Eric picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the chocolate. He raised the fruit to Elizabeth’s lips, and she obligingly opened her mouth. “Lick the chocolate off, like you would the head of my cock,” Eric whispered. He knew they were in a crowded restaurant, but no one could hear his words. The other patrons would only believe they were on a romantic date. And they were. He was perilously close to coming in his pants like a teenager.
Elizabeth flicked her tongue out and licked the berry. She groaned as the sweetness of the chocolate hit her tongue. The combination of Eric’s words and his voice had hypnotised her to the point where she didn’t care where he got her naked, as long as he did. She could almost feel his tongue sliding inside her pussy as she continued to lick the chocolate off the strawberry. In a daring move, Elizabeth wrapped her tongue around one of his fingers and sucked for a minute. She watched his jaw tighten with a sense of triumph as she sucked the strawberry out of his fingers and let her teeth sink into the succulent flesh. She felt strawberry juice trickle down the side of her chin, and she watched with further satisfaction as Eric adjusted the front of his pants again.
“You’re going to be a very naughty sub.” Eric picked up his napkin from his lap and pressed it to her chin. Elizabeth worked to finish chewing the strawberry. “I see the best way to keep you quiet is to make sure your mouth is full at all times.”
“Yes, sir.” Elizabeth knew her voice sounded breathless and excited, but she couldn’t help it. “So, does that mean you’re going to take me on?” Eric picked up another strawberry and lifted it to his own lips. Elizabeth’s heart stopped as he licked some of the chocolate from the berry before sliding the fruit into his mouth.
“I think you’re going to need a firm hand, Elizabeth.” Eric’s voice had grown rough with desire and she heard the thread of authority in his voice. It made her want to melt into a puddle on her chair. “And I think I’m just the Dom to give it to you.”
Chapter 3
Elizabeth signed in with the receptionist at The Cage and smiled at Calla who met her at the door upon her arrival. “All ready, I think.”
“Good; come this way.” Calla indicated a door to the
left of the reception area. “Relax, this is going to be fun.”
“Oh.” Elizabeth exclaimed not knowing how to answer. She looked Calla up and down, dressed in her fetware. A black corset and black leather boy shorts. For some reason, the assertive psychologist seemed more like a Domme than a submissive.
“Come on, Elizabeth. Nothing to be worried about.” Calla smiled at her as she opened the door. “Being late for your Dom means a red ass.”
“Eric said we wouldn’t be playing tonight,” Elizabeth replied as she walked into an elegant, well-appointed ladies’ changing room. There were rows of lockers and benches, as well as vanities set up for women to check their makeup and floor to ceiling mirrors to make sure their fetware was perfect.
“He’s going to give you a tour of The Cage and explain what he expects of you for the next thirty days. Pretty standard really for a training Dom and his sub,” Calla explained as Elizabeth hurried to follow her down one of the less busy rows. It was a busy night and there were many ladies changing, laughing, and speaking warmly with one another. Elizabeth watched them wistfully. She wanted so much to be a part of all this. “Here we are.” Calla smiled at her.
“Thank you for helping me out so much.” Elizabeth gave her a genuine smile and made sure the locker was the right one. She opened the door to find a black box tied with a pink ribbon inside. “I think this one is already taken.” Calla frowned and peered inside at the box.
“I don’t think so. Open it up.” Calla’s face lit up with a smile. “He must really like you if he’s buying you fetware.”
“Who’s getting fetware?” A voice from one end of the lockers had both Elizabeth and Calla turning their heads.
“Elizabeth, Master Eric’s new training sub.” Calla replied and a woman with olive skin and green eyes came down the locker-lined hall a bit more.
“OOOHHHHhhhh,” Delaney said with excitement as she peered into the locker. “Open it up, so we can all ogle.” She was practically jumping up and down in excitement.
“Elizabeth this is Delaney, another sub here at The Cage.” Calla shook her head. “As if you couldn’t tell she was a sub.” Calla laughed at the woman who was wearing red pasties over her nipples and a classic genie in a bottle see through pants.
“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.” Delaney smiled at her and held her hand out. “About time that Dom got himself a semi-permanent sub.” Elizabeth’s brows came together as she looked at Delaney.
“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked, the box and her previous enjoyment fading away as the prospect of knowing more about Eric.
“She means that Master Eric is a great Dom, and he deserves to have a slice of happiness for himself.” Calla’s response aimed to smooth over any of Elizabeth’s trepidations about her upcoming training.
“He sure does,” Delaney agreed while still peering inside the locker at the box. “Are you going to open it?”
“Better satisfy her curiosity, Elizabeth.” Calla’s smile was warm as she continued. “The Cage is a hotbed of gossip. Everyone knows pretty much everyone else’s business here. You ‘ll have to get accustomed to not having many secrets anymore.”
“It comes with being naked and vulnerable out there.” Delaney’s voice had turned sympathetic. “Most of the subs are really supportive, and you should know that everyone at The Cage takes the lifestyle seriously and none of your secrets will get out into the vanilla world.” Elizabeth breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That’s good to know.” Elizabeth wasn’t ashamed she was exploring her submissive side, but she wasn’t sure how her co-workers would react or her mother for that matter. “Shall we see what’s inside the box?” The excitement from before started to build up inside her again. Both women nodded as Elizabeth reached inside the locker and pulled out the black box. Using one hand, she undid the large pink bow on the top of the box and let the ribbon slide to the floor. Steeling her nerves, she popped the lid off the box, and Calla grabbed it before it fell to the ground.
“Oh my,” Delaney said from just behind her.
“You’re not kidding.” Calla was fixated on the black lace and satin ribbon garment in the bottom of the box. Elizabeth reached inside as Calla took the rest of the box and the tissue paper from Elizabeth. She held up the flimsy teddy by the shoulder straps and turned it around a few times.
“I really think this is for someone else.” Elizabeth couldn’t breath as she thought about trying to get into the delicate looking teddy without damaging the lace. She was too big to wear anything like this anyway.
“Nope.” Calla set the box aside and read from a card she held in her hand. “A present for your first day as a training sub from Master E.” Calla held the card up so she could read it. “You’re the only new training sub tonight, and you’re the only one Master Eric is training.”
“But I can’t wear this out there.” Elizabeth thought of all the beautiful skinny subs she had seen as she followed Calla into the changing room. “My ass is going to hang out the back and I’m well…, you know.” She looked between Calla and Delaney, willing them to understand.
Delaney pursed her lips. “I know that if you don’t put that on and get your ass out there you’re going to have one pissed-off Dom.”
“Language, Delaney.” Calla admonished before looking at Elizabeth. “She’s right. You’re his submissive, and he wants to show you off. If you can’t walk out there wearing this, how can you see other people dressed in similar attire? You think they’ll judge you, and the fact is some will, but the point is most of the people out there are just looking for a place to feel accepted. The BDSM world is about acceptance of other people’s kinks as long as they’re safe, sane, and consensual. There are all sorts of different body types out on the dungeon floor right now, big, small, old, young, if you can’t get your head around that, maybe this isn’t the place for you.”
Elizabeth stared at the garment in her hands and realised that her fingers were shaking. “I just don’t know if I can do this,” she murmured and felt her face grow hot and her eyelids flutter trying to hold back the tears. “I’m not judging anyone else. Just me.” She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked over at Delaney who smiled at her.
“It would be a shame to have spent the last year saving up and working so hard for you to fail the first test.” Calla’s calm voice had Elizabeth trying to shore up her courage. Calla was wrong. This wasn’t her first test. Elizabeth thought of her dinner last night with Master Eric and how hot he had gotten her over dessert. They had teased one another until Elizabeth thought she might have an orgasm at the table. After paying the cheque, Eric had walked her to her rundown Civic, placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, and watched her drive away. She had been disappointed he hadn’t tried anything further and elated that she would see him here tonight.
“How the heck am I supposed to get this thing on anyway?” Elizabeth tried to smile but gave up knowing it fell a little flat. Delaney removed her hand from Elizabeth’s shoulder and clapped excitedly.
“I knew we were going to be friends.” She held out her hands for the teddy. “Let me sort out the straps while you get all kinds of naked.” Elizabeth flushed even more as she handed the garment over to Delaney who immediately went to work trying to figure out how to make the stretchy lace and ribbon manageable. Elizabeth took a deep breath and began undressing. It was just like all the times she had been in the women’s locker room at her local gym, the one she visited very infrequently. Elizabeth decided that if she was going to be playing here at the club, she had better make a more regular appearance.
Calla took her shirt and bra and folded them before putting them into the locker. The other two women were talking about Delaney’s play partners, and Elizabeth tuned them out while she gathered her courage to undress all the way. She slipped her pants and her panties off at the same time and shoved them into the locker before Calla could fold them.
“Here we go.” Delaney said as she got down on her haunches completely unembar
rassed by the fact her pussy was on display for Elizabeth and Calla. “You need to put your foot in here.” She indicated an opening with her thumbs. Elizabeth nodded and held a hand out to the lockers to steady herself as she placed her foot in the opening.
“Good, now your other foot here.” Delaney held another seam open and Elizabeth obliged by setting her foot inside. “Perfect. Calla just help me get the lace up.” Calla bent over and started to inch the lacy garment up her calves and thighs. Elizabeth tried to think of it like the way women got dressed in the olden days, but her face was still on fire as the teddy was pulled up her ass crack.
“And you’re arms go through these.” Delaney’s forehead was creased as she concentrated on getting all the ribbon straps in place. “Sometimes I wonder how our Masters expect us to get into all of this rigging. There we go.” She patted down a twisted ribbon and stepped back to take a good look. A genuine smile spread across her face. Elizabeth was apprehensive about turning to the floor to ceiling mirror across from her locker, but she let Calla grab her elbow anyway.
“You look sexy as hell.” Calla grinned from behind Elizabeth in the mirror.
“Who should be watching their language now?” Delaney asked with her hands on her hips. “You do look amazing though, Elizabeth.” She turned her attention to Calla. “Is he a mascara guy?” Calla’s face contorted into a thoughtful expression.
“A mascara guy?” Elizabeth asked as she continued to stare at the stranger staring back at her in the mirror.
“Yeah, some Master’s find it arousing when they can see your tears on your cheeks through your mascara tracks,” Delaney answered automatically.
“Oh right.” Elizabeth’s eyebrows had reached into her hairline.
“He didn’t leave any explicit instructions.” Calla looked around her locker before setting the box, ribbon, and card back inside. “She should get going anyway. I’m pretty sure she’s late.” Calla shook her head. Delaney grinned at Elizabeth.