16. You will not hesitate to obey your Master.
17. You will always be ready to please your Master.
18. You are my greatest treasure, and your trust in me will not be taken for granted.
19. You will never reach an orgasm without explicit permission given. Should you do so, you will be swiftly and severely punished. I own your pleasure.
20. Through discipline and reward you will learn to behave properly and become a better slave for your Master.
21. You are allowed to suggest ways to further your training or your preferences, so long as you address your Master properly.
22. You must always respond both physically and verbally to whatever I choose to do with you. Your expressions are important to me, and you will not hide them.
23. If you choose to be marked by your Master, you will never tighten your body when you are being whipped, caned, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, spanked, or anally or vaginally fucked. I want to see your flesh squirm and when you tighten your body, it hurts more. You will be proud to wear the marks I give you.
24. You will not be shared at any time, and you will not offer yourself sexually in any way to anyone else.
25. In my bondage, you will be made free. In submission you will find your true self.
These rules are specific to Katia’s needs. I understand it’s quite soon for her, but I’m not interested in having a different sort of relationship with her. The is the only relationship I’m able to give. And it’s the one she desperately needs. In time, she'll come to see that.
I have a contract ready for her to sign. The rules are included in there as well, but I wanted them written down to give to her. So she could see exactly what I want from her. It’s not uncommon for the Masters and Dominants of Club X to provide contracts. We’re men of power and wealth. We need contracts for everything. This one though, is more for her benefit than it is for mine.
As I fold the list in my hand, readying myself to slip it back into my pocket, my eyes hone in on her walking toward me. Her hips sway gently, and I swear I can hear her heels clicking on the ground as her eyes take in the sight behind me. My breath stops short as she sees me, halting in her path. Her breath hitches, and her eyes fall to the floor as she slowly lowers herself to the ground, kneeling and waiting for me.
Submitting to me.
Chapter 10
Katia
My heart’s racing as I press my cheek against the floor, the bass of the club music thrumming against my body. As I lie there in submission, I sense several men walk around me, causing the skin on my neck to prickle. They’re watching me, almost taunting me. But I dare not move. I don’t belong to them, and I’ll stay like this until my Master says I can move. To do anything else would be disrespectful. He saw me coming over. I know he did. When his eyes met mine, I felt the same shock, the same awe I felt yesterday.
My heart pounds in tandem with the heavy beat of the music, my limbs trembling with anticipation. I can’t wait to serve him. To please him.
I hope he doesn’t make me wait long. I feel insecure without his collar, without his mark on me.
I’m ready to give him more. I shiver as I wait for him to come to me, my mind on the displeasure he must feel that I didn’t submit to him yesterday. My heart skips a beat as I wonder, What if he’s pissed off and doesn’t want me tonight? It could be his first punishment, his first lesson for me.
But he told me to come. And so I did. And I’ll obey. I’ll do anything he wants me to do to please him. Even if he doesn’t want me tonight, I’ll do as he says. I need him. I want him as my Master. And I’ll do anything to show him that I’m willing to obey.
My eyes pop open and my body tenses as his strong hand cups the back of my head, sending sparks down my neck and back. “Look at me, kitten,” his deep voice growls over the bass of the music.
Chest heaving, I look up into those gorgeous green eyes as he brings his full lips against mine and parts the seam of my lips with his tongue. I deepen the kiss, loving his possession of me. How he didn’t hesitate to take me. He pulls away before I’ve had enough, leaving me breathless. I instantly crave his lips back on mine, but I don’t say anything. I’ll take what he’s willing to give me.
“Do you remember my name?” he asks after he pulls me up off the ground and steadies me.
“Isaac,” I answer immediately, almost panting. My heart sinks at the flash of disappointment in his eyes. Fuck! He wanted me to say Master. How stupid am I? I’ve disappointed him already. Worry flows through my chest as doubt sets in. Maybe I was never a good slave, and this will end up being a major disappointment, leaving me with a broken heart.
Isaac splays his hand on my back and cups my chin, bringing my focus back on his masked face. “What are you thinking?” His tone is harsh, and I can sense his irritation. I’m already fucking up.
“I’m not being a good Slave for you,” I say weakly, my voice nearly cracking and my body trembling. I’m afraid of failure.
I feel so hot, so vulnerable. The excitement is gone, and fear is very much present.
Isaac squeezes my chin and his words come out strong, but soft. “You are perfect for me. And I will not have you think otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer obediently, and the word almost slips out. Master. I want him, so badly. But I can’t push myself to say it. So long the title belonged to someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve it.
He stares at me for a moment, his magnificent green eyes searching my face before nodding and leading me down the hallway and into the ballroom.
I have to keep my jaw from dropping as we enter the large room.
The vibe of the club is so much different today than it was yesterday.
The thick curtains to the stage are open tonight, with scantily-clad dancing women and gilded cages swinging from the ceiling. There are women in each cage, dressed in those same beautiful gowns as before, some even in bondage gear gyrating, twirling and dancing within the few square feet of room on the floors of the cages.
Some of the women are even in the acts of masturbation, their cries and moan overlaying the soft beats of the rhythmic music being played as powerful men watch from the tables below. My eyes widen, and my heart beats faster at the realization. I don’t get time to marvel at the incredible scene in front of me because Isaac continues on through the ballroom and down the hallway and past the playrooms.
My heart begins to race frantically as I follow him. Is he taking me to the dungeon? A feeling of pure panic surges through me and I almost pull away. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating, but scurry forward when Isaac turns a raised eyebrow onto me. I will obey him.
Placing a hand over my throat, I try to calm my rapid pulse and chaotic emotions. I don’t know if I can handle the dungeon right now, but I’m willing to take whatever punishment Isaac deems necessary. If he’s taking me there, it’s because of a greater good. I have to believe that. Trust and submission are key to this relationship. I have to obey even when I don’t want to, trust even when I have doubts.
We reach another long hallway that’s dimly lit with shades of dark red. I can hardly see, and move closer to Isaac as he leads me through the darkened corridor. Up and down the hallway, there are men in suits who look like the fucking Secret Service, guarding the doors we pass.