Captain, My Captain

by Maddie Taylor

  Megan giggled. Yep, adorable.

  “You will not be expected to know and follow high protocol rules unless I direct you to or the club goes on high protocol for a special event. This is rare. Can you tell me the difference?” Professor Rossi had re-emerged.

  “Low protocol is less formal. I’m to stand in the position you showed me but I don’t have to kneel unless you tell me to. As your submissive, I will remain with you at all times and will ask permission to speak or go anywhere out of your sight. Of course, I will respect the other Doms and address them as Sir, Master or Mistress “so and so”, but only after receiving your permission and an introduction. I must obtain permission before speaking to other subs as well.”

  “Excellent my beautiful, little submissive. You have been studying.”

  Megan beamed up at Tony. His praise made her feel just a little less intimidated by it all.

  “Let me briefly explain high protocol, although I rarely insist on it with any personal sub.”

  He noticed a little frown on her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Well...permission to be blunt, Sir?”

  “You have permission to be honest and stop hiding things from me, sub.”

  “Yes, Sir. I was wondering, how many “personal subs” you have trained and owned.”

  “That is quite a personal question. I don’t usually get into the gory details of all my old submissives and girlfriends but I do believe in honesty and disclosure. But I have never been in a long term relationship with a submissive. You will run into subs that I have played with at the club. I have always been up front, letting my subs know that I was not available for a relationship. We could enjoy each other for the time we were together, but no expectations beyond that.”

  Her eyes dropped to her hands and he watched as she twisted them in her lap.

  “Megan, you know that I haven’t been able to settle down because of my work. First, while serving my country, I didn’t think it was fair to tie a woman down, without any firm expectations of my return. Then when I got home, I was still running around the world in dangerous situations, in war torn and terrorist infested countries. You should also know that I wasn’t emotionally available to a woman or a relationship because a beautiful woman named Megan stole my heart. As soon as I was in a position to make a commitment, I came and claimed my woman.”

  He wiped another escaped tear away and chastised her. “No more tears, baby, or we’ll never get through this lesson and will be too late for dinner and the party.”

  She nodded, too emotional to speak and he let her get by with it for now.

  “You will be able to tell the subs from the slaves by the colors that they wear. Slave collars are usually made of chains or some kind of metal. Although one of our older couples uses gold, but it is a soft metal and can be easily broken. Others have elaborate collars that are custom made with hidden clasps and locks that assert the master’s ownership because only he has the key and can release it to remove the symbol of their slavery. That level of commitment can be truly beautiful but is hard to live with 24/7. I really don’t want to pick out your clothes every day, tell you what to eat, or when you can use the bathroom, Megan.”

  “Me neither, Captain. That would be really exhausting.”

  He chuckled at her expression. The independent career woman inside her obviously had a problem with that as well.

  “The D/s pairs, like us, usually stick with leather although many of the committed couples use fine jewelry for public collars. You will see a wide variety. I have to admit I have played around with a few custom designs for you already. Have you thought more about accepting my collar, Megan? I’d love to see a symbol of your submission around your beautiful neck.”

  “Oh, yes, Sir. I have thought about little else since you told me. I already feel that I belong to you, Captain. I would be honored to wear your collar for everyone to see.”

  “Thank you, my Angel. You don’t know what that does to me.” Their eyes locked in a heated gaze for several moments. Each thankful for finally having come together after so many years of dancing around each other. What fools they had been to waste such precious time.

  Tony cleared his throat before continuing on with his lesson.

  “While protocols vary from club to club, and differ vastly between Doms and communities, High Protocol is always seen as a strict set of rules for submissive behavior. All formal club protocols are invoked. Subs are not allowed speech whatsoever unless invoking a safeword or answering a direct question from their Doms. During high protocol the submissive’s sole function and purpose is to obey and to respond to their Master’s every need and desire. Often the sub is controlled by hand signals and positions are strict and intense. Very often the Dom has the sub or slave refer to them in the third person. I find this rather off-putting and we don’t ever adhere to that protocol at the club, but you will hear it. During high protocol, disobedience is harshly punished. This level of restriction is most often invoked during formal club events such as collaring ceremonies or inductions of new Masters. But, not very often.”

  He looked at Megan’s stunned face. Harsh punishments? Strict positioning? Wow! That was intense.

  “Don’t worry, baby. We will explore this together and you will ease into it more in your training. You are a newbie and expected to make mistakes. It is my job to keep you safe and under control. Did you finish reading the contract I gave you?”

  Megan had spent the last few days reading and re-reading the club’s Dom/submissive contract. Tony had already provided her medical clearance including lab tests showing she was free of STD’s. She had asked many questions and tried to absorb it all. Tony had offered reassurances that he was neither a sadist nor a hardcore master nor was he interested in a 24/7 relationship or owning a slave. He was mainly interested in control, but also liked to spank and have fun.

  Megan already had firsthand knowledge that his natural tendency to take charge bled into their day to day activities. Bossiness oozed from his pores, but she still loved it. She had accepted this as part of his personality. Still, she was relieved that he didn’t want a doormat. He told her he wanted a friend, lover, and partner as well as a sexual submissive. He admired Megan’s talents and success in running her bakery. He enjoyed her intelligence and was happy they shared similar interests outside of the bedroom. He also enjoyed someone who would challenge him with her wit, and in Megan’s case, with her sass. If the sass happened to get out of control outside the bedroom, well he was prepared to take care of that with appropriate discipline. He also expected complete obedience when it came to her health and safety. This had become abundantly clear since the kidnapping and cluster fuck with Creepy Guy and his accomplice. Megan recognized this need in her man and had made the decision to follow his lead. She had done quite well, she admitted to herself, up until this morning with Regan. Usually, Tony gave her the opportunity to voice her opinion. However, his was the ultimate authority and he reserved the right to veto any action or decision that placed her in danger.

  “Any questions?”

  “Millions, Captain.”

  He chuckled. “We’ll take them one at a time and won’t answer them all tonight, baby. Now, let’s have a demonstration before we go.” His Dom voice returned. “Move to the middle of the room and show me standing position, sub.”

  Megan stood in the middle of the area rug in front of the couch where Tony was still seated. She placed her feet shoulder width apart with her back straight. Her head remained high and facing forward, but her eyes were submissively lowered to the floor. She moved her hands behind her back and clasped her hands upon the opposite forearm just above the wrist. This thrust her full breasts forward placing them more prominently on display. Tony watched as this stunning creature responded to his commands with graceful, fluid movements. Beautiful.

  “Excellent. Now, show me kneel.”

  His cock went from hard and aching, to rock hard and ready to pound nails as his su
bmissive gracefully moved to a kneeling position. Knees spread shoulder width apart, ass resting back on her heels. Her hands remained behind her back and her head was bowed with eyes down.

  “Beautiful, my Angel. Have you been practicing?”

  “Yes, Captain. I don’t want to embarrass you. I want to make you proud of me.”

  He rose from his position on the couch and stepped in front of her. Looking down at the woman who submissively awaited his next command, he cupped her chin and lifted her face to his. Bending toward her, he brushed her lips softly. “I am already proud of you, Megan. Remember, you are a newbie. No one is expecting you to be perfect. However, I am happy to say your grace and beauty already surpasses that of most of the subs that have been practicing the lifestyle for years. I am a very, lucky man.

  “Those are the only two positions I will require of you for your first visit to the club. But, in future visits or if you are really being naughty, I may order kneeling present. Show it to me now.”

  He stepped back and watched with satisfaction as Megan’s hands moved to the floor in front of her and she slid forward coming to rest with her forehead resting on the floor between her outstretched arms. Her chest rested on the floor thrusting her luscious ass high in the air revealing her sexy blue panties.

  “Good, little subbie. Just a couple minor corrections.” Tony walked behind, nudged her feet wider apart and took his hand and pressed it against her lower back. “Arch” he commanded. This caused her pelvis to press down and back spreading her thighs, providing full access to her pussy and ass. If done without panties she would display her entire slit, clit to ass.

  “Also, when we’re in the club, bend your elbows and fold your hands so you can rest your forehead on your hands, Angel. Although we pride ourselves on maintaining a clean club, it’s hard to keep a floor clean on a busy Friday or Saturday night.”

  “Yes, Master,” Megan breathed out. The word came easily to her lips when in this submissive position. Damn, she was excited. Her breaths were coming in little pants and she felt utterly feminine and vulnerable, kneeling and spread before her Master.

  “Stand.”

  Megan instantly followed his command. Tony proffered his hand, palm up, an offer to assist her to rise. After she had risen, he pulled her close and gave her a quick hug and a pinch on her rear before releasing her.

  “Captain!”

  He chuckled at her response, tucked her under his arm and gave her a squeeze. “We’re going to have fun tonight, wench! But, if I have to stand here and watch you in your submissive poses for a minute more, I’ll be fucking you and we’ll miss both our dinner reservation and the party. I know you have been anxious to check out the club, so we better get a move on.”

  He kissed her forehead, “Let’s roll.”

  “Yes, Captain!” She giggled as he hustled her out the door.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Megan sat in the passenger seat, waiting for Tony to come around and open her door. Her hand stroked the red leather collar Tony had presented to her at dinner. Her play collar, he’d explained. She’d barely noticed it; after all, it had been snaked around the edges of the gift box, surrounding the stunning gold and diamond choker inside. Her public collar. It was beautiful but it still hadn’t captured her attention. Perched in the middle of the box, surrounded by the stunningly crafted, custom-made collar was a huge 2-carat diamond solitaire. She remembered how the tears had flooded her eyes and her hand had flown to her quivering lips.

  “Ohmigod! Captain? Is that.…” too overcome with emotion, her voice broke.

  Tony left his seat to kneel beside her on one knee. He removed the ring from the box and slipped it onto the ring finger of her left hand. “I love you so much, Megan. Will you do me the great honor of becoming both my wife and my collared submissive?”

  One of Tony’s strong hands clasped her left hand after he slid the ring on her finger. His other hand slid under the long white tablecloth and slid up her covered leg, past her bare thigh and under the skirt of her costume. He touched the damp material covering her core and slipped one long finger inside as she spread her thighs in response to his unspoken command. His finger barely touched her swollen clit before she erupted beneath his hand.

  Unable to contain her cries of ecstasy and euphoria over his proposal, she cried out louder than intended.

  “Yes, Tony. Yes! Yes, I’ll be your wife.” She cried tears of joy in response to both his proposal and her climax. It was perfect. He had commanded her to climax at the same time she had agreed to submit her life to him, as both wife and submissive. Tony kissed her then and they were surrounded by applause as the other diners realized that an engagement had just happened. She leaned forward as the tears rolled down her beautiful face and her forehead met his.

  Her hands slid to cup his handsome face as she whispered low for his ears only. “And yes, I’ll be your collared submissive. I love you forever, Captain.”

  Smiling, as he opened the door, she recalled what had to be the most romantic proposal ever. She held tightly to Tony’s arm as he assisted her from the SUV and relinquished his keys to the valet. A little shiver of apprehension ran down her spine as she looked up at the stairs leading to the large double doors of the first BDSM club she had ever seen. A discreet but beautifully carved wooden sign hung to the right of the doors. In flowing script it read “Decadence” then in smaller script below, “Members Only.”

  “Oh My God! Tony!”

  “We didn’t know how to tell you, baby. I’m really surprised that no one let it slip.”

  “I can’t believe my little bakery shares the name of a private BDSM club.”

  “Fortunately, we are very exclusive. Mainstream folks will never know.”

  “I’m calling the sign shop first thing on Monday!” she declared in outrage.

  Tony threw his head back and laughed. “Come on, wench. Let’s go play!”

  Megan’s distress quickly transformed to awe as she entered Club Decadence, feeling much like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. They entered by way of a brightly lit foyer where a scantily clad woman was checking coats. She was costumed as the slutty bride of Frankenstein. Megan gaped at her as she turned to greet the couple in front of them. She wore a tall black wig with lightning bolts colored at the sides and what could only be described as a shroud. It was made of a thin and translucent material and left nothing to the imagination. She also wore a beautiful, hand-tooled collar snugly around her throat. A fine chain of silver and blue links was clipped to a ring in the collar. The chain then wrapped around her upper body, crisscrossing her full breasts serving two purposes, conforming the loose fabric to her slender body and also exposing her curves and contours, placing them on prominent display. Her erect nipples were clearly visible as well as her bare pussy and ass when she turned to hang up another guest’s coat. She turned back and smiled.

  “Master Tony,” she greeted him warmly. “So nice to see you; you have been missed.” Her eyes switched to his sub. Word had spread quickly through the close-knit community. “This must be your new Sub, Megan right? She is a very lucky girl.” She then gave Megan a bold wink.

  Megan turned eyes up to Tony. He nodded his permission and proceeded to introduce the bubbly gothic bride. “This little imp is Serena. Serena is a club submissive. She has been here for what now, a year?”

  “Yes, Sir. Almost since Decadence opened its doors.”

  “Nice to meet you, Serena. Forgive my ignorance but, club submissive?”

  “Don’t worry, you’ll learn. A club submissive is an unattached sub who enjoys playing. We work the bar, coatroom, or in the office in lieu of membership fees that most of us can’t afford. You can tell us by the blue collar.” She stroked the leather at her neck and Megan could make out the tooling, which spelled out Property of Decadence.

  The doors opened behind them and Serena cut her explanation short and excused herself to help the new arrivals.

  Tony’s hand slipped to Megan’s
lower back as he turned her to a door just to the left of the coatroom marked “private.” Guiding her inside, she found herself in a small lobby with a long hallway leading to several offices. Tony led her down the hall to the large office at the end. When she entered, she saw Dex rise from behind a large desk.

  “Cap, I see you have finally deigned to bring this stunning creature to our humble establishment. It’s about time.”

  Dex approached and shook Tony’s hand while slapping him firmly on the shoulder in a typically masculine greeting that always puzzled her. She couldn’t imagine greeting her friends that way. Women hugged, men pounded each other. She smiled at them, admiring the two handsome friends and co-workers.

  “Megan, greet Master D appropriately.”

  She quickly moved to her standing position, head up, and eyes downcast. “Good evening, Master D. I am very happy to be here for the masquerade tonight.”

  “You are most welcome, Megan. May I, Cap?”

  “Of course, Dex.”

  Dex placed a crooked forefinger below her chin and raised her face so he could look at her.

  “How are you feeling? Are you recovered from your ordeal?”

  “You may relax and answer Master D’s questions, Angel.”

  She stood up straighter and clasped her hands in front of her then raised her eyes and looked into Dex’s beautiful green eyes. A very unusual and stunning emerald green framed by long thick black lashes. She smiled at him.