I didn’t leave my subs with just an education of the mind and body, I also left them with enormous chunks of money to let them live the rest of their lives any way they wanted to. Along with their newfound freedom to explore their minds and bodies in ways others condemned, the financial freedom I gave them allowed them to live life on their own terms. So far, every Sub I’d bought was happy with what she’d received from me.
We’d end our contract with smiles, handshakes, quick hugs, and maybe a kiss if the chemistry was there. The truth was, I hadn’t found intense chemistry with any of the subs I’d had. I’d found nothing to hang on to in the dating department, either. But I wasn’t freaking out over that just yet. I was still young, at only thirty years old. I had time to meet a woman, marry her, have a family, and all that jazz.
I wanted those things someday. I had faith the right woman and I would cross paths and both know we were meant to be together. I never told a soul about my secret thoughts. I didn’t like to be made fun of, and if I spouted off that crap, I’d be ridiculed, there was no doubt in my mind. Until that time, though, I would take my vacations in Portland, making memories that would last me a lifetime. I wasn’t sure I’d ever tell the woman I eventually fell for about my little secret. How many wives want to hear that their husbands were Doms, once upon a time? How many kids want to think that way about their daddies? Not many, I thought. When I found Mrs. Right, my Dom days would be over. I was all right with that. I could put that all behind me. I could be normal.
Until then, I’d be the savage who could take a woman, bend her until she thought she’d break, then reform her into a superwoman, able to take care of herself and feed her desires. I had been thanked by all the women I’d taken on. I had to be doing something right!
Blyss
Nerves were never something I’d dealt with. But that night at the BDSM club I’d found online, The Dungeon of Decorum, I was shaking uncontrollably. After filling out lots of online paperwork and going to a doctor to get not only a clean bill of health, but a certificate of virginity, I was in Portland, Oregon.
The lady from the club, Isabel, was happy as a clam when I told her I was a virgin. She asked me if I was a virgin to BDSM or an actual virgin. When I told her I was an actual virgin, she was ecstatic and told me I’d end the summer a wealthy woman. It never occurred to me that I’d get so much money that it’d make a difference to me. But she assured me that if I brought a certificate of virginity with me from the doctor, then I’d probably have more money than I’d ever dreamed of. On top of that, I’d be fought over at the auction.
The idea of money was novel to me. I had a job as a tutor at Stanford that didn’t pay a whole lot. My apartment was one of those studios with sparse furnishings. My car was ancient and I barely used it, as walking could be faster at times than trying to drive the backfiring rust bucket anywhere.
When I’d left my apartment in Stanford, California to head to Portland, I’d told the manager of the complex I’d lived in for five years to sell what was in it. And I’d given her the rust bucket that was parked under the covered parking area designated to me. Leaving her the signed title to the car, I’d gotten into a cab and headed out to the airport to start my new life as a Submissive partner to a complete stranger. I was leaving it all behind. Every bit of it. When I returned to go to school in the fall, I’d have enough money to get myself a new car and a nice place to live.
That knowledge had kept my chin up as I waited for summer to come. Bonus news just kept coming from the BDSM club. I was to bring only what I absolutely needed—my birth control if I took oral pills, which I did, and any other personal things like glasses or contacts. The Dom who won me would put me up in a place to live. It might be with him or it might not. And he’d cover all the bills and keep me fed and clothed. Now the clothing would be his choice, mind you, but I was down with that. My usual attire of lab coat and slacks would never do as a sexy Sub anyway. My new man could dress me any way he pleased. Or not dress me at all. I was cool with nudity.
I’d worked on sculpting my body once I’d made the decision to become a sub. I wanted everything about my appearance to please men. My hair had been down to my ass. I rarely cut it as I put it into a tight bun each day. I’d gone to a beauty salon to have it shaped up, and I loved the loose, layered waves that hung from being freshly cut. And they’d fixed up my eyebrows and waxed up my body, telling me that was what women did all the time. They’d even taught me how to put on makeup and sent me home with an entire bag full of it. It had all cost me a small fortune of about five hundred dollars, but I was a new woman when I’d left there.
Having no luggage to check on the flight was great. I had so few things that everything fit into a large purse. I was given a gorgeous white dress to put on when I got to the club that night. My hair and makeup were done by the club’s stylists, and I was sent to walk around a large room with other women who had high hopes of becoming subs to the many Doms. The men who were doing the bidding were supposed to be sitting in an area behind a large, two-way mirror.
Isabel was hurrying here and there, helping us. There were twenty of us in all. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that the other women were being subjected to all sorts of things I wasn’t. And boy, I was thankful for that. The trainers were all huge men with sculpted muscles, and they did all kinds of things to the other women, including showing off the want-to-be subs’ genitals to the mirrored wall. I hadn’t been aware of all the things that would have been done to me if I wasn’t a virgin in both ways.
No one expected me to take any kind of punishment, as I’d not been trained at all. Whoever got me had to do all my training. I thought that might be something Doms wouldn’t want, but Isabel and the other women who were on the auction block with me assured me the men would be putting their homes up for third mortgages to get me.
It was still hard to believe that to be true. Without being able to see the guys at all, it was like the whole thing was make believe. We were paraded around so much, it seemed ridiculous. I wanted to take a break and write down all the feelings I’d had through the whole process, but there seemed to be no time for that. Time went on, women got called and left to meet their Doms, and I was getting left behind. Isabel came to tell me there was a bidding war going on for me as the only other woman who was left with me was taken away.
Isabel took me with her to a small room. It was lavishly furnished and there was a bottle of wine on a small table. “Take a seat, Blyss. We’re out of sight in here.” She poured a couple of glasses of red wine, and I looked at my white dress.
Klutziness was my middle name. “I better not. I’ll most likely spill it all over this dress and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Nonsense.” Isabel pushed the long-stemmed glass toward me as I sat up, preparing to lean over the table as I took a drink of it.
She walked away and came back with a small tray of fruit and cheese. “That looks good. I haven’t eaten since early this morning.”
“Eat up, Blyss.” She sat down and joined me as she took some yellow cheese and a chunk of apple. “I’ve never seen anything like what’s going on upstairs.”
I was more than a bit surprised. “How long have you worked here?”
“Since it first opened. I was one of the owner’s first subs. He and I tested the waters as the men made up their long list of rules.” She sipped her wine, and I tried to follow the way she did it, without making a mess.
Holding the wide bottom, I lifted it and put only a small amount in my mouth. I was successful and placed the glass back on the table as I held the liquid in my mouth for a moment to taste the first bit of alcohol I’d ever had. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I’d thought it would be. It was actually quite good. “That is a long list. That’s the only thing I read about this whole thing. I had to read the rules and sign off on them, or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“No, you would not.” Isabel’s cell went off and she looked at it. “Oh, good. My assistant sent me a message.
You’ve been won, Blyss Danner. Are you ready to go meet the man who’ll teach you things you never dreamed of?”
My heart was pounding, my knees were knocking, and I had the sudden urge to run like hell.
Troy
I had decided to drive to Portland, instead of flying. I wanted to have my Jeep, so my new Sub and I could do a little backcountry traveling. With camping gear ready to go, I was planning on having some fun in the deep woods. I’d always been more at home in the outdoors. My parents called me Tarzan because of it. My brief visit with them—I’d only spent two nights—wasn’t enough to make them happy. And they never understood my vacationing in Portland. I told them I liked the forests of Oregon.
It wasn’t a complete lie. I like the forests too.
My drive was supposed to take around ten hours, but due to some gnarly thunderstorms, I was three hours behind schedule. I had to head straight into the club, borrowing a tuxedo from the rentals they had available. The Dungeon of Decorum had a strict dress code, which I found kind of funny, as they also allow various states of undress by the subs and prevalent sexual behavior, rendering body parts exposed.
The auction had already begun as I entered the bidding room. A bevy of beauties were walking in a figure-eight pattern on the stage floor below us. The women were paraded around different areas to allow us to see portions of them at different heights, and allowing us to eventually see all of them. With them on the lowest stage, we could see their posture, the tops of their heads, how narrow or wide their shoulders were, and their gait. Not that any of that shit mattered to me. But it was what the men who founded the BDSM club came up with, so it had remained the same throughout the years.
Slipping into the dimly-lit room, I found it was nearly full. One of the owners caught my eye and I took a seat next to him. “Finally going to grab you up a Sub for the summer, Grant?”
“Me?” He looked at me with a grin on his face. “Not me. I’m here to catch a glimpse of the virgin all the men are talking about.”
“A BDSM virgin?”
He nodded. “But also an intact virgin. She hasn’t even had an orgasm before, from what her report says. And she’s absolutely gorgeous.”
I keened my head a bit to find the woman. “She’ll be in white, right?”
“There are two of them down there. One is blonde. That’s her, Blyss Danner. The other is a brunette—Caity Cavanaugh. The brunette is a virgin, but she’s had a lot of oral sexual experience with women. Blyss is untouched in any way. She claims to have never masturbated.”
“How can anyone know if that’s true or not?” I had to stand up to find the elusive woman who moved around with the others in a way that left her looking ghostly.
“I suppose one can’t be certain. That is what she put on her information sheet, though. And to add to the glory that is Miss Danner, she also refused to mark even one thing on the list as a hard limit. She’s up for anything and everything.”
“And who trained her?” I caught a glimpse of her and found her hair was long and braided in one long, ropey length that hung down her back. The light caught the strands of pure gold that ran through her light blonde hair, making it sparkle and shine, captivating me.
“She hasn’t been trained. That’ll be left up to her Dom. She’s a blank slate. And the men are salivating over her like wolves who are starving to taste the little lamb.” Grant licked his lips as he looked around the room of men who belonged to his club. “I expect to see a stellar auction tonight.”
The news about the pure woman had my blood beginning to heat up. She would be perfect for what I wanted. A fresh body to work with. I was hooked already. “Looks like I should elbow my way to the front so I can get a better look at the woman who will soon be mine.”
Grant laughed as I got up to ease my way through the men. There were over fifty bidders and only twenty women to win. I saw a few faces in the crowd and knew I’d be up against some high bidders, as they were as wealthy as I was. But one of the men was married and he had a limit, I was sure. He always hid his purchases. His wife would miss an obscene amount of money. I was sure of that.
By the hushed words I was hearing, around thirty members were hot for my girl. The rest didn’t think they had the time or desire to train a Sub from the ground up. I was in for a fight, but I was ready for it. The night went on and I watched men who were in competition with me give up and bid on other women, winning them and leaving our midst. The ladies were finally brought up to the stage that was right in front of us, and I got a real view of my would-be princess.
I sat behind a two-way mirror, knowing she couldn’t see me. But she looked directly at me for a few moments. I could see into her baby blue eyes. The innocence that resided in them stirred my soul. The young woman was gorgeous. Her skin was creamy and her golden hair accented it perfectly. Pink, plump lips that had never been kissed, I supposed, had mine tingling with desire.
The trainer made her move and I watched her luscious body as it moved underneath the gossamer fabric of the flowing white dress. She looked like an angel—one who wanted to visit the dark world I was a part of. I had to wonder why she’d want such a thing. Did she have no idea of the caliber of men who made this world their domain? With no hard limits, was she aware of the things that could happen to her at the hands of the man who would win her?
She was innocent, that was certain, and she needed a Dom who would do right by her. Not use or abuse her, but care for her like the angel she was.
I had to have her.
The night moved on more slowly than usual. It came down to four of us who were left, and Miss Danner was the only woman to be bid on. The others had been won. Isabel had taken her away as we made our bids and I prayed mine was the highest. Our envelopes were in the hands of the man who’d be telling us who won. His eyes roamed over us all, then stopped on one man in particular—John G., the married man who was looking for a Sub to hide from his wife for a few months.
My heart stopped as his name was said and the rest of us groaned with our loss. My head dropped like an anvil and felt just as heavy. I’d lost her. And what was worse, I’d lost her to a man I knew wouldn’t even appreciate what he had in her. The sound of a cell phone had me looking up and I watched the man who had won my girl answer the call. He stammered and his face flushed. It was his wife, and she was on to him.
We all sat and watched the man as his life was ransacked by his behavior and his wife’s revenge was on the verge of ruining him. He ended the call, telling her that he’d see her soon and that he had to deal with something first. “I can’t take her. Take my bid out.” He got up and left us as elation spread through me.
I still had a chance!
The envelopes were picked back up, and the next highest bid was picked out. My eyes were looked into the reader’s as my name was said.
I’d won her!
Blyss
Isabel showed me how to kneel correctly as I waited for my owner to come and take me away with him. I wasn’t to look up until he directed me to. My stomach was a mess. It felt as if a thousand butterflies were in a tornado and a fist was clenching my gut at the same time. If I made it through everything without throwing up, I’d count it as a win.
“I’ll take her from here. Thank you, Isabel.”
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his deep, velvety voice. I could tell he was tall before I even looked at him, and I was sure he was handsome. His voice told me that. But I was still a bit worried about what I would find when I got to see him. It had occurred to me that a man I didn’t find attractive might win me. But I was willing to accept that. I was willing to accept whatever was thrown at me.
A strong hand touched my shoulder, sending chills through me. “You can stand up, Blyss.” He took my hand and helped me up. Then a silver collar clamped around my neck and a white leash snapped to it. I gulped at how permanent it felt. Shock went through me, as I had no idea that would be happening. My eyes traveled from his shiny, black dress shoes, up his lo
ng, lean legs, to his wide chest, and then stopped on his extremely handsome face. “Hi.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Hi.”
His eyes were green mixed with brown—a hazel color I found comforting. He was about 6’3” and his dark blonde hair was short, cut in a military-looking style. Although he had on a tux, I could tell that he had a muscular build. “What should I call you?”
“Master?”
“You sounded like you asked me that.”
He licked his lips as he looked at mine. “I might’ve asked. To be honest with you, you’re the first woman who has ever made me nervous. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“No.” I couldn’t believe this god of a man was nervous, and it ignited something in me. “I’ll call you master if you want me to. So now what do we do?”
“I’m going to take you out and show you off. You’re the most exquisite Sub I’ve ever had. We’ll go through the main area, then we will go into a private room where I’ll show you some of the tools of the trade.”
“Okay, then. I’m ready when you are.” I dropped my head the way I thought would be appropriate and felt his hand touch my chin.
He drew it back up. “I’m going to do things differently with you, Blyss. Hold your head up high. I don’t think you need to be broken. You don’t seem to have anything that needs correcting, in my opinion. You only need to be taught.”
“Thank you, master.” I was happy to hear he thought a lot about me already.
“You will walk just a step behind me.” He turned away from me and led me out of the room I’d been waiting in for him.
It was an odd feeling, being led on a leash like an animal. No one was around us at that time to look at me, but I felt the slightest bit of shame. I was a smart and accomplished woman, who was nearly at the end of her education and on the verge of becoming a psychologist. I was all these things and now I belonged to a man. I was a submissive woman and I was on a leash.
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