Slave To Love

by Bridget Midway

  She turned her head to see him.

  “Answer.”

  She stopped moving. “Surprise.”

  Jace patted her shoulder before moving away from her. “Flogging would be a good scene to do.”

  “I don’t know if I could handle a full scene like that.” She wrung her hands together.

  Each time she thought about the way he touched her, the stroke of the flogger tails, and his absolute control over her during dinner, her stomach compressed into a ball. Her flesh felt electrified. She experienced the same feeling she had when Jace had taken her to Club 4400. She needed to get out of this room or she would make a huge mistake.

  “Why couldn’t you handle a flogging scene? Are you afraid?” Jace moved to the other side of the room and started looking through drawers at everything the show had to offer.

  “Afraid? Yes. But not in the way you think.”

  Jace turned around to her. He stared at her. He looked like he studied her.

  “Flogging. Caning. All of it. It’s all so personal. There’s a connection I didn’t expect to feel from it. It’s knowing that a person is inflicting the discipline that—” She hesitated, trying to find the right word to describe her feeling. “—excites me.” She drew her knees together and paced in her spot if only to rub her clit without touching it with her hand.

  Jace continued on his scavenger hunt as though he hadn’t heard what she’d said. Suddenly he stopped searching. His hunt ended.

  “Take off your panties.” Jace didn’t turn around. He kept his hands on top of the counter in front of him.

  Taren slid her hands down the sides of her panties and eased them down her legs. She no longer cared that camera crews watched her every move. If Jace wanted to fuck her like Eagan had with his final two contestants, she would welcome it. She would want it.

  Jace turned around holding something that looked like leather straps with metal lining them. He stood in front of her. Now in his mask, he no longer looked sexy. He appeared menacing, like he wanted to do her harm.

  Taren took a step back.

  “Lift up your foot.” Jace held the contraption in his hand as he waited for her to comply.

  She lifted her foot. He lowered himself and slid the object up her leg.

  “Lift the other foot.” He tapped her leg with his hand.

  She braced her hand on his shoulder as she picked up her other foot. He did the same for that leg. Before she knew it, he pulled up the harness-looking thing that went around her waist. A strap with a large, flat cup lay nestled against her clit and pussy opening.

  “Wait, Master. What are you doing?” Kitty said from behind him as the cameras rolled.

  Taren didn’t worry until Kitty broke the scene by talking. Now her heart thudded in her chest.

  “A little insurance.” He smiled.

  Taren did, too, until she heard and felt a snap. She peered down and noticed that he had her outfitted with something that looked like a thin leather, strappy diaper. It covered her vagina but had straps that went under her ass cheeks. The snap came from a small padlock.

  “Fuck, no! Cut!” Kitty stormed into the scene.

  By the time she reached Taren, Jace snapped on another padlock at the belt portion around her waist.

  “You can’t do this. You don’t own her.” Kitty grabbed the waistband of the contraption and pulled on it. “Who told you that you could outfit her with a chastity belt?”

  Taren sobered to the moment. “Chastity belt?” She looked down at it.

  It hit her, what Jace attempted to do. He must have recognized the signs that she wanted more than just play after experiencing the flogger and cane. She reached her hand down between her legs and touched it.

  She rubbed her hand over the plate that covered her vagina. She felt the small holes in it, which would make it possible for her to go to the bathroom but not much of anything else. Here she thought he had outfitted her with some sort of vibrating device. He didn’t want her fucking. Period.

  “Get this off me.” Taren grabbed Jace’s arm.

  He stopped moving and looked down at her hand before glaring in her eyes. “You will wear that until you can figure out the difference between discipline and desire.” He held up the keys. “I hold the key.”

  “In more ways than one.” Taren pulled on the belt portion. It sat snug on her waist. “You ever think that maybe my need has more to do with the person than the act?”

  Jace stared at her for a moment. “You have a good evening.”

  She grumbled. The man drove her crazy in the best and worst ways.

  Kitty paced in front of Taren. “We’ll get you out of that thing.” She stopped moving to look at the belt. “It’ll have to be in the morning when we can get some bolt cutters. I doubt Master is willing to give up the keys just yet.” She stomped her foot. “Fucking Doms.”

  Yeah, fucking Doms.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Kitty had enforced a short break in filming to edit the first few episodes. Although the three days of not filming had surprised Jace, considering he had been told that filming would happen quickly to get the show done, it had given him time to think.

  Since the dinner, Jace hadn’t seen Taren at all. He wondered if she still had on the chastity belt he’d put on her after dinner when he noticed she’d started getting hot and bothered again over a couple of demonstrations.

  Jace kind of liked her passion, but he wanted her to be that passionate about him. If anyone else played with her, he couldn’t take it if she got just as turned on with someone else as she had with him.

  “Dude, I didn’t even know there was a chastity belt in this place.” Bruiser shook his head while the contestants ate breakfast. “I would have put that on Taren if I had known.”

  Breeze slammed more scrambled eggs on Bruiser’s plate and stood behind him.

  “You need to get your slave in order.” Fear pointed to Breeze. “Looks like she has a bit of an attitude.”

  “Mind your business, Fear.” Bruiser leaned back in his chair. “You’re not the king of all of us.”

  “Maybe I should be.” He turned to Jace. “This one is putting restrictive bodily mandates on our prize.” Then he turned to Lord No. “And this one is a useless waste of space.”

  Lord No jumped up from the table and charged toward Fear. If Jace hadn’t caught him in time, it would have been bad.

  “Hey, hey. Easy.” Jace patted No on his shoulders as he looked at him. “He’s fucking with you. Don’t let him. You do your thing and let him do his.”

  “Yeah, don’t mind me.” Fear picked up a biscuit from his plate and took a bite. With the fluffy white bread still in his mouth, he said, “I’ll be the one winning this whole thing. I’ll get Taren straight and then I’ll get Bubbles and straighten her out, too.” He peered at her and blew her a kiss.

  Lord No tried getting to Fear, but Jace and Sire Swift held him back. He shook his head, pushed his chair down to the floor, and stormed out of the room.

  Kitty walked in the dining room as Lord No stomped his way out. “What the hell is going on?” She picked up No’s chair. “Where is he going?”

  “Getting some air.” Mistress Night sipped on her coffee. “Fear got him riled up already.”

  “Keep that shit contained. There are six of you left and a few more days of this.” Kitty rubbed her hands together. “After breakfast, we’ll be doing a challenge that will go into an elimination challenge.”

  “What’s the challenge?” Sire Swift asked as he wiped his hands.

  “You’ll see. Anyway, finish up. I’ll make sure Taren is ready.” Kitty darted from the dining room area to talk to her crew.

  Jace went after her, curious about Taren. “Hey, Kitty. Can we talk?”

  She glared at him and shook her head. “I’m still pissed at you for that belt stunt. I fired the fucking asshole who brought that shit into the house in the first place.”

  “I did it to protect her. Plus you can rest assured that
there will be no funny business between me and her.” Jace also didn’t want any of the other contestants touching her.

  In his mind, she belonged to him.

  “Clever. Then again, you hold the key, so not really as secure as you think. You ever try just keeping it in your pants?” She moved over to the camera crew and gave them some instructions.

  “Speaking of keeping it in the pants, did you get the belt off her? I heard you say you were getting some bolt cutters.” Had they asked Jace for the key, he would have given it to them…eventually.

  “Strangest thing.” Kitty screwed up her lips. “We get the cutters. We’re all prepared to break her free. She asks to keep it on.”

  Jace’s heart stopped for a moment at that news. When it started back again, it pounded out of control. He heard the sound of a door opening. He looked up the stairs and saw a vision in white.

  Today they put her in a white jumpsuit with a plunging neckline. Jace took a few steps closer to the stairs and gazed at her. The longer he stared at her, the more he could see the outline of the belt around her waist. Thanks to the white fabric, he caught a shadow of it between her legs.

  “I told her to let me know when she’s ready to break free. Of course that meant I had to rehire the guy I fired.” Kitty scratched her head making her spiky hair move around. “It’s really not healthy for her to keep that on for very long. She won’t listen to me. You need to tell her. Better yet. Unlock it.”

  Jace wanted to do just that right now. He started going toward her when he felt a hand on his arm. He looked back and saw Kitty holding him.

  “Later. Let’s get this episode done and then you can work your magic.” She pushed him toward his room to get into wardrobe and makeup.

  Jace didn’t give a shit about the show anymore. He wanted Taren. Each time he encountered her, he learned something new.

  An hour had gone by and Kitty had Jace and all the key players in place. Madame Macabre sauntered into the room wearing a ridiculous top hat, which Jace guessed went well with the black tuxedo with tails that she wore without a shirt underneath.

  “Okay, folks. We’re doing another challenge and an elimination later. Look alive, ladies.” Kitty pointed to the house slaves. “We’re about to roll.”

  Kitty took her seat next to the camera. “And action!”

  “Hi, welcome back to Slave to Love, a show where this submissive is searching for her Dominant.” Macabre turned to Taren. “I understand you had an interesting dinner the other night with Master.”

  “Yes, I learned a lot about him.” Taren smiled.

  Jace went back to wearing the full hood after breakfast. He needed to keep his face hidden as much as he could.

  “And we learned a lot about you.” Macabre plucked her finger twice against Taren’s waist. A slight clinking noise sounded at the strike. “So you are still wearing the chastity belt.” She leaned down to Taren. “Is that because Master won’t let you take it off?”

  Jace saw the uneasiness etched across Taren’s face. “It’ll be off today.”

  The group of them turned to Jace when he spoke.

  “She wore it today for the show.” Jace hoped his lie convinced the group.

  If they fell for it, the viewing audience would, too.

  “Bullshit.” Fear laughed.

  Good thing this show would be aired on an online streaming site with little to no censorship.

  “Whatever the reason, it’s good to see you embracing this new life.” Macabre wrapped her arm around Taren’s shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. “Okay, let’s get started. Today’s challenge will deal with trust. Each of the slaves will be blindfolded. Dominants, you will each have to do something to push the boundaries of trust.”

  “What does that mean?” Mistress Night put her hands to her hips. “They don’t know us. Everything we do pushes the boundaries of trust.”

  “Exactly. So let’s see how far you get with your slaves. And since you spoke up first, Night, you can start.” Macabre led Taren to a couple of barstools off the side of the main play area.

  The slaves and other Dominants left the main play area to give Night and Beauty some room. Mistress Night put a black blindfold over Beauty’s eyes.

  Beauty stood still in the center of the room as Night circled her.

  Taren remembered when Jace pushed the boundaries of trust with her the night he grabbed his knife and acted like he wanted to do her harm. He hadn’t, but she didn’t know he wouldn’t hurt her. She could only imagine what these women felt.

  Without a word, Night started unbuttoning Beauty’s top. Taren saw Beauty flinch like she wanted to stop her, but she didn’t. She let her arms dangle down to her sides while Night opened her blouse and slid the garment down her arms.

  Night walked over to the counter where the smaller toys sat. She picked something up in her hand that Taren couldn’t see. She left it behind her back until she reached Beauty. When she brought the item in front of her face, Taren recognized it as being a Wartenberg Wheel.

  Mistress Night held the device over Beauty’s shoulder and she carefully placed it on her skin. Beauty gasped and turned her head in that direction, but didn’t run. She didn’t call her safe word.

  Night rolled the spiny wheel down her arm to the back of her hand. She rolled it back up her arm and traveled it across the back of Beauty’s neck to go to the other side.

  “Do you know what this is?” Night continued rolling the medical device over Beauty’s bare skin, over her chest, between her breasts, and down her stomach.

  “I don’t think you’re pricking me with needles or syringes.” Beauty smiled. “I’m guessing it’s a pinwheel kind of thing.”

  “Take off your blindfold.” Night continued moving the device around Beauty’s body even as Beauty removed her blindfold.

  Beauty peered down and smiled. “A Wartenberg Wheel.”

  “You like it?” Night’s husky voice dipped lower.

  Beauty stared at her temporary Mistress for a moment before she answered. “Feels heavenly.”

  “And that’s how you establish trust.” Macabre applauded Night’s efforts.

  Mistress Night put the wheel back on the counter while Beauty slipped on her shirt and buttoned it back up.

  Bruiser went next. He also put a blindfold on Breeze. He went to a locker in the room that had his name on it, unlocked it, and pulled out a lethal-looking sword that had an intricate handle and a foot-long blade.

  Instead of removing Breeze’s dress in the traditional way, he used his weapon to slice it down her back. Only the slightest touch from the sword caused the fabric of her garment to shred and fall open.

  Breeze stood in the center of the room wearing black lace panties and the blindfold.

  “Don’t move,” Bruiser said as he circled her body. “I’ve got a pretty dangerous dagger against your skin. One false move will cause me to cut you severely. Do you believe me?”

  Breeze nodded as though speaking would cause her to move more than she should. He continued moving around her, keeping the blade mere inches from her body.

  He stood off to the side of her and, with a deft hand, managed to slice the side of her panties without touching her skin. Her panties flopped open. Breeze started to move to hold it together, but then she stopped.

  “Very good. Remove your blindfold now.” Bruiser stood in front of her.

  Breeze removed her mask, then looked around her at the carnage. Her dress lay in pieces on the floor. Her panties had been cut on the side. She covered her bare breasts with her hands.

  “Thank you for trusting me.” Bruiser kissed her temple.

  While he stored his weapon again, she picked up her dress and held it in front of her body while she resumed her spot along with the other slaves.

  Taren had to hold her breath while she watched that display. In her heart, she knew Bruiser wouldn’t hurt her.

  “I’d like to go next.” Jace walked to the center of the room with Sweetheart following
behind him. He stopped and turned around to face her. “Take off your top. If you’re wearing a bra, remove that, too.”

  “Yes, sir.” Sweetheart did as instructed while Jace went to the wall filled with whips of all shapes and sizes.

  He pulled down one that looked to be about three feet long. The handle comprised a foot of that. He returned to Sweetheart, who now had her large breasts exposed.

  Jaced looked down at her. In his hood, he looked like an executioner. “I’m not going to lie. It’s been a few years since I’ve thrown a whip.”

  Sweetheart swallowed hard. So did Taren. She had assumed that Jace had been active in the lifestyle. Taren chewed on the soft flesh inside her bottom lip as she listened to him.

  “I want to try something with you, but I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?” He put his hand on Sweetheart’s shoulder.

  “Of course, Master.” She smiled but it twitched to the side. Her nerves showed.

  “You don’t have to trust me if you don’t. It won’t hurt my feelings.” Jace shook his head.

  “But you could get eliminated.” Sweetheart looked at Taren.

  It almost felt like Sweetheart glared at Taren. Wow. Taren never thought Sweetheart would get so territorial over Jace. Taren understood. Jace started to become a hell of a Dom in front of her eyes.

  “Let me do some practice throws first.” Jace moved a few feet back from Sweetheart.

  He swung his arm back and forth like a pendulum. He raised it in the air and flicked his wrist. The standard snapping sound that Taren had expected to hear didn’t happen. She noticed right away how the other contestants and slaves looked at each other when Jace couldn’t make the whip pop.

  “Told you I was rusty.” He swung his long arm again. “Let’s try it one more time.”

  He built up some momentum before he raised his hand in the air and attempted to crack the whip. Still nothing. When he took a step over, putting Sweetheart in the line of fire, Taren noticed the worried look on Sweetheart’s face.

  Jace swung his arm like before. When he raised his hand in the air, Sweetheart put her hands up in front of her body.