Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Sara Kingston

  He had shown Grace his dominating gaze, and he was very pleased when she looked away. As strong as she was, and she was strong, her submissive nature couldn’t be hidden for long. As he looked at her, he recognized most people wouldn’t see her as a submissive.

  She carried herself with an air of dominance. No wonder she hadn’t had a successful relationship in the past. “Grace, I’ve been going over your application, and I want to confirm a few points.”

  “Of course.”

  Smiling to himself, she was definitely a sub in Domme clothing.

  “So you see yourself as a submissive. I’m sure most people would mistake you as a dominatrix. Is my assumption correct?” Craig watched the shock of his statement crossed her face.

  “Yes! Is it that obvious? I guess to somebody in your line of work you’re pretty good at judging stuff like that.”

  “I know you’ve put on your application that you’re new to the Lifestyle, but do you know what a switch is, Grace?”

  “Well, kind of…I’ve done quite a bit of research on the Lifestyle even though I’ve never lived it. A switch is a person who is both dominant and submissive. The person switches between the two roles.”

  “That’s correct, good girl. Are you sure you’re not a switch, Grace?” He noticed the slight dilation of her eyes when he’d told her she was a good girl. Grace Sinclair was a born submissive, and his gut was screaming that she was slave material. Her true pleasure could only be fully realized by pleasing her Master. She needed her Master’s approval and permission to allow herself to completely let go.

  “I’ve thought long and hard about it, due to people’s impressions of me. I could easily play the role of a dominatrix. But it’s not what I enjoy, it’s not what I need, and it doesn’t turn me on.”

  Craig tapped his pen against the desk. He was impressed that she’d researched the Lifestyle. So many people just wanted to express their kink but not actually appreciate the true meaning of this lifestyle. The Lifestyle was not just about cheap thrills or darker passions. It included deep psychological needs and connections. He had seen more honest, loving, and successful relationships in the Lifestyle than he’d ever seen in the vanilla world.

  “Grace, have you looked into the concept of a slave role?”

  “Well, no. I don’t think I could become a mindless, subservient toy!” Grace tried to stifle the repulsion she was feeling at his implication but failed. Her, a slave? This guy has got to be kidding?

  “Ah…Why do you believe all slaves are mindless toys?”

  “Well, aren’t they?”

  “As with any role, there are many variations. The best way to describe a slave in a BDSM relationship is a twenty-four-seven submissive. A submissive not only in the bedroom, but outside it as well.” She started calculating the likeliness of her accepting such a situation, the risks and rewards churning over in her brain. Could she tolerate the out of the bedroom part?

  Chapter Two

  “Grace, I’m happy to offer you membership to the club. Of course you’d have to attend a trial night, but I’m sure there’ll be no problems with that.” Craig watched Grace relax in the chair.

  “I would, however, like you to think about the possibility of being a slave. I think you may find you’d be most suited to the role. Try the concept out in your mind. I have some information regarding our slave program should you be interested. I do want to assure you that our program here at the club is heavily monitored. You would be well cared for and safe. In addition, you can break a slave agreement at any time. It’s a misconception that slaves have no power. In the Master-Slave relationship, it’s the slave who has final control.” Craig handed her a folder containing the information.

  “Now, go on down to Sandra at the bar and she’ll give you all the information you’ll need for the trial night. Thank you, Grace, for considering the Locks and Chains club. It’s always a pleasure to meet new and very beautiful submissive women.”

  Grace stood and offered her hand. “Thank you very much, Mr. Blackwell.” She felt a flush of embarrassment flood her face. She was sure he told all women they were beautiful, but she didn’t mind taking the ego rub, so she decided to enjoy the compliment.

  After getting all the information about the trial night from Sandra, Grace decided a trip to the beauty salon was in order for tomorrow. She wanted to pamper herself as a reward for taking control of her destiny, the first step in her new life. With her trial night this Friday, she had only two more days to hold on to her newfound confidence before she got a taste of the Lifestyle.

  Michael Cooper was studying the latest financial report from his accountant. He knew he should be excited. He’d made a twenty percent increase in profit from last quarter. In this tough economic climate, that was huge. He found it hard to keep focused on the pages before him though as his mind kept wandering back to Karen, the second submissive this year to walk out on Jason and him.

  It wasn’t that he was interested in a long-term relationship with her. She was too plastic to hold his interest for long. What bothered him was that she had walked out on them. He knew he could have gotten her to stay for money, but he and Jason wanted more than that. They wanted an emotional connection. They shared a joint vision of the future, and that involved the love and devotion of the woman who would share their lives.

  Jason’s words from last night still haunted him. “Michael, do you really think it’s possible to find a sub who would accept a relationship with the two of us? A permanent relationship with two Doms is a hell of a lot more than a playful couple of months.” He and Jason were a package deal. Neither could sacrifice the other and be happy. The both knew it, ever since the beginning of their friendship.

  They had become friends in college. Within the first week of meeting each other, they became inseparable. Many people mistook them for gay or even bisexual. But he and Jason didn’t have sex with each other. They were both heterosexual. They did, however, share women together, and what they wanted most was to find a perfect partner, a wife to share for always.

  He and Jason shared a closeness, a bond that went way beyond simple friendship. They loved each other, pure and simple. With both of them being extremely tactile beings, he could see how their hugging and touching each other could be seen as a sexual relationship to outsiders. Although, the idea of sucking on Jason’s cock, or being fucked up the ass by him made him flaccid. He loved watching Jason getting sucked or fucking a submissive woman, but he could never take her place. It grossed him out. If they could just find the perfect sub, someone to complete their relationship, their life would be perfect.

  Scolding himself for his melancholy, he left the office, heading for home. Give it a rest. The magical answer is not going to present itself in a blinding flash of light. This is the real world, not some sci-fi fantasy with guarantees of a perfect ending. Fuck! I’m really starting to lose it now, talking to myself. That’s the first sign of madness. “Only if you answer yourself back.” Fuck, fuck!

  Parking his car next to Jason’s, he stormed into the house. “Michael, I’m glad you’re home. I have some bad news.” Bracing himself, he leaned against the kitchen counter.

  “Hit me with it.”

  “Well…it seems we’ve lost another housekeeper. Rose quit today without notice. She just up and left,” he blurted out, waiting for Michael’s wrath, and he didn’t have to wait long…

  “God damn! Another one! Did she give a reason?” Michael said as he paced the kitchen. He could feel his anger boiling over.

  “No, she just said she was leaving. I think Karen may have had something to do with it,” Jason said, lowering his voice and head simultaneously. He hated to remind Michael of Karen. He hated watching the frustration of his friend. He’d never liked Karen in the first place, and he knew Michael didn’t love her either, but it had wounded his male pride being rejected by her.

  “Okay then. Let’s call the temp agency. We need someone to fill in until we can find another permanent one! U
nless, of course, you’d like to take over the housekeeping?” Michael said, raising one eyebrow in query, waiting for Jason to take the bait. A good argument would be a great way to vent his frustrations. God, I’m an asshole. I’m purposely trying to start a fight.

  “I think I may have a better idea.” Michael knew that tone. Jason was trying to manipulate him into a scheme. “Look, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. After Karen left, I thought about bringing it up, and now with Rose gone as well, it’s perfect timing,” Jason said.

  Silently counting in his head so as not to show his irritation, Michael waited for what was to come next. Here we go again. Let’s buy some magic beans. Crap! What’s wrong with me today, all these magical thoughts? Double crap, asking myself questions, so as I can answer them. Is this how multiple personality disorder begins?

  “Craig from the club has mentioned a couple of times about the concept of us taking on a slave. You know, a submissive that’s twenty-four-seven.” Jason’s excitement at the idea had him speaking at twice his normal speed.

  “I know what a slave is, Jason. Remember, I bought you into the Lifestyle, not the other way round,” Michael ground out through gritted teeth, his control slipping.

  “Okay, okay. No need to get snappy. Anyway, I think this would solve all our problems. No more Karens and…a full-time housekeeper. She could clean the house, cook the meals, and sleep in our bed, the perfect arrangement. I don’t know why we haven’t tried it before.”

  Yeah and money grows on trees, and unicorns are on the endangered species list.

  “Jason, I don’t even think we’ll be able to find a slave willing to accept us, two men, and two Masters!” Michael huffed. He felt like he was kicking an excited puppy, but he needed Jason to see the reality of their situation.

  “Okay, I agree our chances aren’t high of finding what we want, but Craig said he has slave auctions at the club four times a year, and I know there’s one coming up shortly. At the auction, slaves are bought and sold with three-or six-month or even one-year contracts.

  “The slaves don’t get to choose who their Master or Masters are. So we don’t have to go through the courting process. There’s a grace period and a trial first week, for slave and Master to make sure everyone’s happy. At any time the slave can break the contract, but they forfeit the purchase price, or we can break the contract at any point, but we still have to pay the full amount.”

  Michael knew all about slave contracts, but he let Jason prattle on. He could see the excitement and hope in Jason eyes, and couldn’t bring himself to disappoint him. “Are you sure you could handle this? I remember when you first heard about these auctions ten years ago, you told me you thought it was like a prostitute auction,” Michael questioned gently.

  “Yes, but I also thought whipping a woman was abuse as well, Michael. You know it took me a while to understand the Lifestyle, and once I did, I embraced it.”

  “I know. I’m just concerned that we might take on more than we can handle,” Michael said with a sigh.

  “Look, I know now that these women are submissive and looking for fulfillment in their chosen lifestyle. It’s their free choice. The money is only payment for the time they provide. They cook, clean, and manage households. Some even work in the businesses of their Masters. In reality it’s a wage that’s provided to them at the end of a contract, just like any other job. And before you say anything, I’m aware that sex is not a guarantee in the contract. It must be freely given and can be refused at any point by either party.”

  “Okay…let’s talk to Craig about the auction and see if he has any interesting slaves he thinks may suit us,” Michael said in a resigned tone.

  “Excellent…thanks for considering this, Michael. I know you’re not keen on the idea.”

  Michael had to admit the idea interested him. It would allow them both more time to focus on business and on relaxation. Although he didn’t hold out much hope of finding just the right woman.

  He knew there wouldn’t be any love in the relationship, no real connection. However, their lust could be fulfilled, the house taken care of, meals cooked, and having a woman serving their every desire sounded pretty good, too. After the Karen debacle, he felt so jaded that maybe this was worth a try.

  The biggest question however was could he handle having a twenty-four-seven slave? He needed a submissive woman to satisfy his needs, but having a mindless toy? It was great for a night or even a weekend, but long-term? Would the novelty wear off, and would he feel cramped having her round all the time?

  Craig Blackwell was surprised to get a call from Jason Smith. He knew him and his partner, Michael Cooper, loved to play with subs, but he didn’t think Michael was interested in a Master-Slave relationship.

  His mind drifted to Slave K. She had agreed that their time was at an end. She was no longer getting what she needed from him either. He wanted to find her a good home, and he knew she’d accept Michael and Jason’s relationship.

  He was, however, unsure of Michael’s understanding of how deep a slave like K could get into submission. They really didn’t get any deeper than Slave K. Craig was sure she no longer remembered what her real name was. But she’d be well cared for and protected with Michael and Jason. The duo would provide extremely well for her and both men were successful, wealthy, and good Doms, especially Michael.

  They had met her on a number of occasions, although they had never played with her. Michael was also a very possessive Dom. He never allowed others to share his subs. Slave K, however, liked to be shared. She had a fondness of exhibitionism with multiple partners.

  If another Dom even tried to touch Michael’s subs, he growled at them, like a half crazed Werewolf. But strangely he shared them all with Jason. He shared everything with Jason. He never saw any sign of jealously between the pair. It was a contradiction he couldn’t understand. Unless Michael and Jason were lovers, which Craig had suspected for a number of years.

  Craig’s thoughts then turned to Grace, his new trainee member, who’d be coming tonight for her trial. She hadn’t yet accepted the concept of becoming a slave, but when he mentioned the idea to her the other day, the flicker in her eyes…hmm. He just didn’t know. However!

  “Look, Jason, I have a couple of slaves that’ll be coming up for auction soon. You and Michael could come take a look. No offers could possibly be made yet, but you’d get an idea of the stock available.”

  “That’s great. When could we see them?”

  The excitement in Jason voice amused Craig. This was interesting. He wondered what had changed. He sounded like one keen Dom. “I know of a couple that will be in the club tonight,” Craig replied.

  “We’ll be there. Thanks, Craig.”

  “Great, I’ll see you both tonight then.” He knew physically Grace suited what the boys preferred, more so than any other of the slaves he had available. Although, it concerned him that she would be so new to the Lifestyle. Maybe she needed to settle in a bit before even considering going up for auction. He knew in his gut that she was strong enough to handle it. Although, could she let go of society’s conventions and accept a slave relationship with two men? More importantly, how could he get her to come across the line and agree to be auctioned?

  Maybe he should also make sure Scott Kennedy, a Dom with a very short attention span, was here tonight, as he also was slaveless at the moment. Scott had bought a number of slaves from him in the past. He was always very generous with his slaves at the end of their contracts, and he treated them very well. It was just that he got bored easily. Variety was definitely his spice of life. It really was time to talk to Scott about multiple slaves. With a constant nightly variety, Craig thought Scott would be happier in the end. It hit him Slave K would fit into a multiple slave environment perfectly. Yes! Scott needed to be here.

  Finally, Friday night, Grace was very proud of herself. She had struggled with her confidence the past few days, and on numerous occasions, she had the phone in her hand ready to
cancel tonight. Now here she was, dressed in a tight black knee-length skirt, teamed with a black corset that pushed her breasts up and out, like an offering. God, is this really the size of my boobs? This thing is better than any push-up bra. Take that, gravity!

  Sandra from the club had asked her to wear a ribbon tied round her neck. This showed the other members of the club she was an unattached submissive. She’d decided to wear her long hair in a high ponytail to show off her neck. After all, it pays to advertise, and I’m old enough and confident enough to admit that I’m willing to wear a billboard saying, “yes, I’m single and looking.”

  Examining herself one last time in the mirror, she repeated, “You deserve to be loved. You are a desirable, sexy woman. Who, yes, may be a tad older, but is still in her prime. So shoulders back, boobs out, suck in that stomach, and make them all fall to their knees and beg.”

  Chapter Three

  When Grace walked into the club, she was shocked at how busy it was. With the personalized service she’d received from Craig, she’d assumed the club had a limited membership. But there had to be over two hundred people here, and it was still early.

  She walked over to the bar where Sandra had asked her to meet. Sandra had explained the other day that she’d be giving the group of new potential members a tour of the club first. She’d also introduce them to the dungeon masters and mistresses who worked there. Grace heard her name and turned, looking for who had called.

  Craig Blackwell was walking toward her. “Grace, I’m so glad you made it. Before you join Sandra for the tour, I’d like to introduce you to a few friends of mine. I’d like to get their feelings on the image you project so I can best help you find your way.”

  Grace was surprised by Craig’s statement, but understood most people presumed her to be an extremely dominant woman, so perhaps Craig doubted his initial perceptions of her and needed confirmation.