Desire's Awakening (24 page)

“Sir Damien. Nice to have you back again.”

“Thank you, James. Good to be back.”

Damien removed Kaitlin’s cape and handed it to the gentleman along with the fifty-dollar entry fee.

“I’ll check that for you, Sir. Here is your coat check ticket. Enjoy.”

“Thank you. We will.”

Damien proceeded into the smoke-filled room. A mirrored ball cast droplets of dancing colored light against the pieces of equipment set up around the room. TVs in all four corners played repeat movies and harsh music blared in the background. Though it was early, a good crowd had already gathered.

He led Kat to a table near the stage and took a seat. She stood next to him with her head lowered as he had instructed. He laid the whip on the table.

“I’m going to the bar. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait here.”

The bartender, dressed in a diaper and bow tie, promptly greeted him. Damien nodded to him.

“Two diet colas, please.”

“Yes Sir.” The bartender returned a moment later with the drinks. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.”

He handed the man a tip and turned to survey the room. Besides a majority of Dominants in the crowd, the room was also filled with several cross dressers tonight, a few lesbian and gay couples and a mixed-race couple who seemed to have a major shoe fetish. They crawled on their knees, begging to kiss the shoes of every patron they met. He smiled. The crowd was never the same and that made it interesting. To his surprise, Sir David was there. Good. He hoped to have an opportunity to talk to the Dom and find out more about him. He carried the glasses back to the table where Kat waited for him. Damien offered her the drink and smiled at her.

“I brought you some cola.”

She nodded and accepted the drink.

He noted Sir David’s approach out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it wouldn’t take the Dominant long to spot Kaitlin in the crowd.

“Evening. Mind if I join you?”

Damien regarded the impeccably dressed man standing before him and indicated the seat next to him. “Certainly, please have a seat.”

“Thank you.” The Dom sat across from Damien at the small cocktail table and gave Kaitlin a thorough inspection. “I see you’ve brought my favorite sub tonight. How nice.”

“I try to give all of my girls an opportunity to visit the ‘real world’ before they are thrown into it so they know what to expect. Tonight is Kat’s turn.”

“You’ve done a fine job of training her. She obeys quite well. Do you plan to exhibit her tonight?”

Damien turned to Kaitlin.

“Yes, we discussed doing a scene the other day. I’ll be whipping her at the cross later tonight.”

Sir David smiled. “Then I shall have to stay around to see that. I’d like to learn the technique.”

Damien took a swig of his drink while observing his guest. The man definitely had an air of sophistication and seemed well-to-do. He noticed the man’s Rolex watch and the fine quality of his suit. His nails were manicured and his white teeth were perfectly straight and appeared to be his own. From all outward appearances, it seemed that he could afford to pay a good price for a sub. But would he really be right for Kat? Why didn’t he know the proper whipping technique?

“Mind if I ask how long you’ve been in the lifestyle?”

“Well, I’ve had an interest in it for years, but I just recently decided to become active. This area is into the lifestyle much heavier than my hometown in Canada.”

“And of course, since you’re living here, you might as well take advantage of it,” Damien added.

“Absolutely. I want to enjoy it as much as possible before I go back in January.”

“You’re heading back to Canada?”

“Yes. This is just a temporary job assignment. I don’t live here.”

Damien didn’t like the sound of that. He had hoped that whoever purchased Kat’s training package would live locally so he might have the opportunity to train her further if needed. If Sir David bid on her and she accepted his offer, she would possibly never return.

“So have you ever had a submissive of your own before?”

“No. But I’m quite sure that I’m ready for one. I’ve watched a lot of videos and read up on it. I figure I’ll get someone who is rather new at this and we can learn together.” He nodded and smiled at the sub. “Like Kat, here. She told me she’s a novice.”

Sir David’s statement bothered Damien. He looked at Kaitlin. Yes, she was a novice, but she had learned from an experienced Trainer and had been exposed to real-life situations. He worried how well she would fare with someone who had no experience.

“Yes, she’s been in training for a couple of weeks now. She’s quite good.”

“Have you bedded her?”

Damien thought the question rather odd. Usually, interested Doms asked what type of submissive the girl was and what things she liked to do, but he had never been asked so directly about their physical intimacy. Indeed, this was the first time that his training had reached that level with a sub.

“Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I noticed chemistry between the two of you at the party last weekend. And even though you two haven’t spoken to each other tonight, I still sense a strong connection between the two of you. I was just wondering if her training had been thorough.”

Sir Timothy arrived at the very moment Damien opened his mouth to answer the question. He was grateful for the distraction. He turned to greet his apprentice.

“Hi. I was waiting for you at the bar, Sir. I didn’t notice you at first because your back was to me.”

Damien cleared his throat. “Sorry, I wasn’t sure you were coming tonight. Sir David, have you met Sir Timothy?”

The two men stood and shook hands.

“Yes, I believe we saw each other briefly at the party last weekend. Didn’t actually get a chance to talk, however,” David offered.

“Well, then, here’s your chance. Kaitlin and I are going to circulate the room. Public relations, you know. It’s been nice talking to you, David. Girl, come.”

Damien stood and she immediately turned and followed him. He sighed in relief. The conversation was getting just a little too personal for him. Spotting a former client, he led Kaitlin to the pool table, which had been transformed into a makeshift bed at the backside of the u-shaped bar. Two female submissives were performing on top of the table for a group of onlookers. When Damien and Kat arrived, one sub was moaning her orgasm as the other sucked vigorously on her mound. The crowd nodded their approval.

“Damien!” A thick-waisted, balding Dom in his late thirties grabbed Damien’s hand and shook it. “Glad to see you here tonight. Did you see my girls?”

“Yes, I just caught the end of their scene, Joseph. Very nice. I see you’re still into ménage a trois.”

The Dom laughed heartily and his belly shook. “You bet! It’s the only way to go. At least for me, that is.” He gave Kaitlin a quick once-over from head to toe. “You always amaze me, Damien. A new girl every time you come here. Your business must be doing quite well these days.”

“Couldn’t be better. This one’s going to auction in a couple of weeks.”

“Pretty.” The Dom reached over and tweaked one of Kat’s nipples sticking out from the fishnet stocking. The flesh immediately bloomed into a stiff bump. “She’ll fetch a good price. I’d buy her training package myself, but I’m totally happy with the two I got from you last year. You do a fine job.”

Damien smiled. “Thank you. Happy customers are always my best references.”

Joseph raised his bottle of beer. “Hey, everyone! Here’s the best damn Trainer in the area. He’s the one responsible for my girls here.” He pointed to Damien. The Doms and Dommes close to them all turned to regard Damien. He saw a lot of them first look at him, then at Kaitlin, who was perfectly poised.

“Thanks, Joe. Always knew I could count on you for some free advertisement.”

“Hey, you’re welcome, buddy. My pleasure.”

Joseph was interrupted by two Dommes who had questions about the scene they had just watched. As he turned to answer them, Damien noted several unfamiliar Dominants headed their way.

“Evenin’,” the tall, slender man spoke first. His Gothic look, complete with pasty skin, long, black hair, black leather pants, chain mail shirt and buckled boots, was quite authentic. His shorter companion complemented him with matching black leather pants and lace-up boots. His eyes had been heavily outlined with mascara to intensify them. He had two red spots on his neck. When they shook hands, Damien noted their fingernails were painted black.

“What can I do for you gentlemen?”

“We’re a gay couple looking for a submissive who likes to scene Gothic. Do you have any of those?” They didn’t even look at Kaitlin. She apparently wasn’t their type and Damien was grateful for little things.

Damien shook his head.

“No, sorry. Not at the moment. But I never know who will show up at my door. If you’d like to give me your card, I’d be happy to call you if I get one.”

The tall Dom reached into his sleeve and pulled out a card, flourishing it before Damien. “Yes, please do so. We’d be
eternally
grateful.” He turned to his companion and laughed, displaying his fake pointed teeth.

“I’m sure you would.”

Flashing lights indicated that the show was about to start. “Well, we have to go. We’re in the show tonight. Nice to meet you.”

The short Dom offered another limp-wristed handshake to Damien. “The pleasure was all ours.”

Damien escorted Kat back to their table. Timothy was still sitting there, but Sir David had left.

“Hey.”

“Hello, Sir. I was wondering if you would be back on time. Sir David was pumping me with lots of questions about Kaitlin.”

Damien picked up his glass and finished the drink. He looked over his shoulder at the crowd, trying to find David.

“Sorry about leaving you like that. He was just getting too personal with his questions and I needed to get away. Thanks for bailing me out.”

“You’re welcome. Unfortunately, he’s coming back. He decided to make a quick stop at the men’s room before the show begins.”

“Oh, well in that case, I guess we’d better get started.” He turned to Kat. “Go to the ladies’ room and take off your clothing and return to me.”

She bowed and walked away.

Timothy gave him an analyzing look.

“What?”

“Well, Sir. I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but are you sure you’re up to this? She isn’t just any sub. This is the one you defended at the party.”

“Yes, I know. Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine. Things have changed between us since the party. It’s all very professional now.”

Timothy’s brows lifted in wonder, but he didn’t voice any further concern. “Then I’ll wish you good luck, Sir.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Damien patted Sir Timothy on the back.

Kaitlin returned to the table wearing only her birthday suit. Damien admired her beautiful curves and those amazing breasts. She was a visual feast, dressed or not dressed. She draped her bodysuit across the back of a chair. He took off his jacket and placed it on another chair, slipped out of his bow tie and loosened the collar on his shirt. Rolling up his sleeves, he turned to Kat.

“Ready? You may answer.”

“Yes Sir, whenever you are.”

“Then let’s begin. Watch our stuff for us, Tim.” He picked up the whip. Tim nodded.

Damien walked Kat to a St. Andrew’s cross on center stage. There were several other subs being tied to crosses also. He acknowledged the other Doms’ presence with a nod and looked back at Kat.

“Front, as we discussed the other day?”

“Yes Sir, you said the audience likes frontal whipping. I want you to have the most attention tonight. So frontal it will be, Sir.”

“Good. We’ll do it just like we practiced on Wednesday. Remember to use your safe word if it gets too intense.” He massaged her breasts, stomach and thighs to get the blood flowing before he tied her to the cross. The lights dimmed and a spotlight was focused on her and the rest of the exhibitioners. Damien stepped back into his position. He noticed that the other three subs were tied with their backs to the audience. The bartender announced the names of the participants in tonight’s show over the loud speaker. The audience grew silent. He cracked the whip on the floor for effect.

“You may begin,” the announcer said.

He took aim and flicked the whip at Kat’s breasts, applying just the right pressure so as not to pierce the skin, but to bring forth some pink stripes. Her body flinched outward the moment she was struck and relaxed once the whip had left her body. The audience cheered them on.

Once again he flicked the whip. He knew it stung a little more because she had a greater sensitivity on her breasts. Her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she reacted to the momentary pain. Since they had already practiced this on Wednesday, he knew exactly how hard and long he could whip any area of her body without causing her undue harm. The object, after all, was to bring forth a reddening on the skin and the appearance of pain, but not to truly harm her. His strokes were slow and deliberate for he would never want to hurt her.

The Dom standing next to him was much harder on his sub. He wielded the whip hard and fast. The poor girl hardly had time to brace for the next blow before it landed upon her buttocks. Damien saw tears streaming down her face within the first five minutes of the show. Yet she uttered no safe word, so she apparently was a pain slut.

Kaitlin performed very well, giving the crowd what they wanted. Damien heard them cheering him on and clapped every time Kaitlin arched into the whip. A dozen red lines crisscrossed her breasts when he changed to whipping her thighs. Those were her strongest asset as far as acceptance of the whip. She could take a great deal of discipline on her legs without complaint.

He focused on her lower lips. This time he moved closer and twirled the strands of the whip as though it was a fan, just hitting the very tips. She had told him that was most pleasurable to her. She moaned as he treated her to the light whipping.

No matter what he did to Kat during the next twenty minutes, the audience loved it. But when her responses slowed and her gaze drifted upward, Damien realized that Kat had gone into her subspace. Concerned for her safety, he approached her to ensure she was all right.