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Laughter broke the tension, and for the next hour, we all sat and chatted, getting to know one another. They were all the sweetest woman. Their careers ranged from a first-grade teacher to a marketing executive.
“What draws you to the life?” Wendy asked.
I sank back into my beanbag. “That’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot. I didn’t know I was submissive until James pointed it out.
“He’s attentive and can give me what I need before I even realize I need it. I trust him. Fully and completely.” I glanced around, all the subs nodded knowingly. “I love that I can be passive but also the one who’s fully in control. I’m the one who can stop everything with one word. And that’s empowering. James and I are still learning about one another, but I know he would never do anything to hurt me or anything I’m uncomfortable with.”
Each of them shared their reasons for being in the life. Kate worked as the CEO of a hedge fund company. She explained in her everyday life, she was a ball-busting bitch. And she was also responsible for getting her younger siblings through college and her mom’s medical bills.
She had so much to take care of every day, in bed, she wanted a man to make the decisions and take care of her. She made us laugh when she said she’d made Dax prove he was worthy of her submission and surrender.
Wendy shared she was a submissive in the bedroom only, and she needed the stress relief of Caleb ‘using and abusing’ her. That being a sub made her stronger and helped her do a better job as a grief counselor.
Camille said she was still relearning her reasons why, but she loved it when Silas told her she was a good girl and a good sub. She wanted to be cared for and loved.
Talking to these women had pulled my head out of the sand. There was no doubt, I was one hundred percent sexually submissive.
The Masters all sauntered over. Caleb was the first to talk. “Why so somber over here?”
“Not somber at all,” Wendy said. “We’re just figuring out the meaning of life.
The music lowered, and the chatter stopped.
Caleb clapped his hands, the sound as loud as an avalanche.
“If everyone’s ready, it’s time to get the festivities going. You all know the rules by now, but I’ll go over them one more time. Safe words are and must. If you want to jump into a scene, ask permission first. If you’re interested in playing with any sub other than your own, you must also ask for permission. If the sub says no, respect that. If you think the sub’s refusal is part of gameplay, check with their dominant first before proceeding. With that being said, I hope everyone gets their holly jolly rocks off this weekend.”
Cheering and whistling followed, and everybody made their way down to the basement in a cacophony of noise.Chapter Eighteen - PearlThe basement expanded the length and width of the house. Upstairs might have been a cozy cabin, but down here, it was anything but. My eyes tried to take in everything at once and darted all around.
There appeared to be private cubicles with curtains on each side, and all sorts of contraptions sat around. Some I recognized like the St. Andrews crosses, spanking benches, sawhorses, and the occasional cage, while others looked like medieval torture devices.
My throat dried, and I had a hard time catching my breath. James, who stood behind me, placed a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped.
“There’s no need to be nervous, pet. I’ll take care of you.”
“I know, sir,” I murmured. “This is all so new to me. I’m not sure what half of it is for.”
“Come with me,” he said. He walked ahead, and I followed. The atmosphere differed from the one upstairs. Upstairs had been lighthearted and filled with laughter. In the dungeon, it was serious and sexy, almost dangerous.
The couples had changed their dynamic. Whereas they were playful and flirty, upstairs, they were now stern and subservient. The Doms were all in charge, and the subs gazed at them with reverence.
“Come,” James said, “We have a busy night ahead of us.” He led me to a bench near the back of the basement. Chains hung down from beams, and a cushioned bench sat between them.
“It’s called an exposure bench,” he explained. “It’s designed so your pussy is spread open and is completely at my mercy.” He lifted a chain and ran it through his fingers. “I can position you and make you watch everything I do. But since one of your fantasies is being blindfolded, I won’t. Next time, though, I’ll make you watch every single second, and there won’t be a thing you’ll be able to do about it.” He tapped a lever at the side of the bench. “I can use this to lift your ass up for better access.”
