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“Excited for which part? The party itself, coming out to everyone, or Sadie’s amazing baking?” Thatcher asked, wiggling his eyebrows with a grin.
“All of it, but honestly, I’m excited to come out fully. After coming out to everyone at work, I have found myself wishing I could be as transparent here at home. I think it’ll be freeing.”
“I’m still scared shitless, but I think I agree with you. There’s something freeing about just putting all the cards on the table and letting what is going to happen, happen.” I agreed.
“I think it’ll be good in the end. I’ve found that while you always get haters, most people will surprise you with their acceptance and openness to something different. And if they don’t, fuck ‘em.” We all laughed at Thatcher’s words.
“Were you two heading out early to Haven, or would you be interested in having dinner together first?” Jamie asked us both.
“Actually, dinner would be great. Something light and easy, I think. Maybe a chicken caesar salad? I could whip one up real quick.” I suggested.
“You’re awfully good at whipping.” Thatcher teased.
“So I hear,” Jamie said, joining in on the moment. “Sadie, why don’t you relax and let me put dinner together for the three of us? You’ve got a ton of cooking to handle for tomorrow’s big night, and you’ve already been baking your little ass off.”
“That’s sweet of you, Jamie. Thank you.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning up to kiss him softly.
“Let me give you a hand, Jamie. We’ll let Sadie go relax, and pamper our princess.”
“Hey now.” I playfully argued. “I’m a motherfucking Queen.”
“Damn right!” They both agreed in unison.
There was something beautiful about being here, the three of us. It gave me a sense of home and happiness, more so than I had even felt before with only Jamie and I. It was good. We were good.
And tonight would be even better.
* * *
Thatcherand I got ready in one of the aftercare rooms before our scene was to begin. We had enjoyed the last hour and a half at Haven, mingling with friends. Introducing him as my submissive gave me so much pride, I felt my chest would explode from it. Seeing him interact with Bex and Jester was even better. The three of them got along beautifully, and it was adorable to watch them all gush about watching each other's scenes. I stepped away to go talk business with Max for a few minutes, giving my three submissives a chance to keep chatting away.
But now we were alone, readying for the scene for tonight.
“Pet?” I called to him. He had gone into the bathroom for a moment. He had a ritual of preparing for a scene in front of a mirror with mantras. I found it poetic and beautiful, though I had never seen him do it.
“Yes, Mistress?” he replied, coming out of the bathroom.
“I’d like to start tonight a little differently. Would you be willing to wear something for me?” I turned, holding a simple black leather collar in both hands. His eyes fell to it and widened, but the smile that spread across his face gave me my answer. “This is to signify the trial period in our dynamic. We will use it for play. When and if we both decide to enter into a formal contract, I’ll have one made specifically for you. Would you be willing to wear this for me tonight?”
He dropped to his knees without a word, a perfectpresentposition with his hands behind his back, knees spread, and head bowed.
“I would be honored, Mistress.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and roughened with emotion.
“Do you accept this trial collar as you accept my Dominance?” I asked him, standing before him with the collar outstretched and open.
“Yes, Mistress. With all that I am.”
“By placing this collar around your neck, I accept the honor and responsibility of caring for your safety and submission.” I fastened the collar around his neck, latching the buckle into place as a sense of duty, pride, and something else, still undefined, settled over me.
“Rise, pet.”
I ran my hands over his chest for a moment, looking into his soulful eyes.
“Let’s have a beautiful scene together.” We shared a smile, and then made our way out into the main event space, ready to begin. When we entered the play space we had reserved for the evening, there was already a crowd waiting. Jester, Bex, her husband, and Thomas stood front and center, smiles on their faces and excitement in their eyes. I pushed aside every single thought outside of Septus and the scene we had begun the moment I had placed that collar around his throat.
I stopped us in the very middle of the space, turning to face Septus.
“Disrobe.” The word was meant only for him, whispered softly. He obeyed, removing his boxer briefs and placing them on the table as he knew to do, before returning to face me.
