Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (9 page)

He takes hi
s seat without being asked. He’
s a fellow Master even if he’
s lower on the food chain. I will respect h
im while he’
s in my care.
“Gre
ta
Wilson, join me please.” Her expression is serious as she approaches m
e.
“Class, this is Greta. She’
s training to become a Master. It’s a curious situation since she has no prior experience and usually we only train those who have been members of Restraint for awhile. But, Greta is one of the club
in a different sense.
She’
s Ray Hunter’s last victim.”
Greta looks to me with daggers in her eyes and I give her calm ones back. She will not intimidate me, but I think she could afte
r she is properly trained. She’
s going to be epic.
“Greta, we all have been impacted by Ray Hunter or kn
ow someone who has. My family was
directly impacted by him. There is no need to keep this information private among us. My cousin’s entire family is
his victims. We all understand.
W
e walked this path before you. Trust
us to walk it with you now.”
She shakes her head in agreem
ent and takes her seat.
“Monica
,” I call.

Monica rushes up to
me with an expression of confusion
. I haven’t seen her in almost twenty-four hours. I did check on
her constantly, she just didn’t know it
. She was a good sub
and did everything on her list with Tobias’ supervision. I’ve missed her greatly. I smile at her and take her hand. I wrap my fingers around hers marveling for the billionth time how our hands are exactly the same size. I feel the tension leave her body as our hands connect. Good, I have to be her lifeline.

“Thi
s is Monica James. She is mine,
”
I say in pride.
I kiss Monica on the forehead because I just can’t help myself. She leans into my touch, but doesn
’t try t
o touch me back.
“Monica, you’
re training as a submissive.
You will be used to train other submissives, not to offer instruction
,
but as the instruction. W
here Tobias may join Whitt or
me
while training Doms and subs, you will only join
me until I can trust you to
heel
only
at my c
ommand. Do you understand, Monica
?”
“Yes, Sir. Tob
ias knows only to listen to you.
I have yet to learn that. When I do I will become more useful than I currently am.”

I like the fire that burns in her eyes. Maybe this will really work. She will see her
true
value. She will
learn there is no value in
demeaning herself
.
“Please take your seat, Monica
,” I say softly.
I notice Greta’s calculating stare as she watches Monica. She turns to me and nods. Already she sees more than most trained dominants. I can almost guarantee
that she see the issues that lie beneath Monica’s surface
.

“We’
re going to play a little game- the opposite game. This is so we can see how the other half lives. I need you guys to loosen up and lose yourselves a little bit. Right now a few of you are hiding behind your images.”

“Whitt, I need you to dress as if you don’t have a roman numeral after your name. Maybe add some leather or style your hair differently. You need to add some bad-boy to your image.” He smirks at me, but I know that he will join us.
“Tobias, I want you to pick something out for yourself. Go to the store and buy something that isn’t in your closet. Make it something that has always caught your eye or the opposite of what you’ve always worn. Don’t change the hair, though. It took me forever to get that hair looking so healthy and pretty.”
I
t
would be a shame to muss it up. Tobias’ hair is golden waves flowing around his ears.

“
Monica
, you’
re getting a makeover. No more hiding behind pencil skirts and tightly bound hair.
You don’t think you’re pretty so you hide yourself. Katya is taking you shopping after work tomorrow- mind her. I want you to look as sexy and beautiful as I think you can be. And here-”

I toss her an energy bar to eat as a snack. I have her eating every two hours. Since we began dating she lost even more confidence in herself causing her to diet more. It actually had the opposite effect on me. Thin isn’t
necessarily
pretty to me, it’s what your actual body size is supposed to be.
If you’re meant to be thin it’
s attractive. If you’re meant to be bigger y
ou’ll look alien. We’
re not created
from the same mold. Right now Monica is borderline anorexic. I don’t find it attractive on her nor is it healthy.

“Greta, you’re going shopping too. Don’t
worry.
I think you’ll love Katya. You two have a lot in common. I need you to dress differently as well. No more
hiding your sexuality behind
khaki and
floral prints. I understand you work at an elementary school; both Monica and
Katya are professional women as well
. Kat will know what to pick for you both. I also think that both you girls need some socializing.
”
“Yes, Sir,
”
she replies.

I want to shake some fun into Greta. She reminds me of how Monica was when I met her years ago- extremely
uptight. I failed Monica, but I’
m working on it. I won’t make the same mistakes with Greta.

“Now me- you’ll have to see when you come into class tomorrow.” I chuckle to myself. “Everyone must wear their new clothing all day, every day until I say otherwise. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” they say in unison.
“We have to meet for cl
ass every night at eight pm. I’
m sorry for the inconvenience this causes. But we have a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time. Our Master is busy with a sixteen
-year-
old boy, Daniel III
-
aka Niel.
He’s training his Protégé, Alex, to be another Trainer.
He has also taken on
Kri
stal Harris
, our fiery bartender. So he has his hands full too.
We’
ll combine forces a few times over the next few weeks, so beware.
”

I smirk at the thought that my four are a lot
easier to deal with than his three
. Niel is a manipulative demon and Kristal is- no word describes her better than fiery.
She and Alex have been dating for years, but Marcus doesn’t even trust her with her own boyfriend. Kristal has two Masters, Queen in all things and Whitt in the dungeon.

“Whitt, thanks for joining us and I’ll see you tomorrow. Greta, sorry, sweetheart, you have a date with the Devil. His office is two doors down- Devlin Conrick is on the door. Just knock and go in.”
“What does he need with me?” She asks in confusion.
“It’s standard issue now. He’
ll be very nice to you, I promise. Go on now. Katya will find you when you’re through and set up a time for shopping tomorrow afternoon.”

“I’ll walk you,” Whitt says as he takes her elbow, ever the gentleman.

“Well, kids, let’s go home. I have some more ga
mes to play.” I say to my submissives
. I’m in the mood to see if my Master and Katya were telling the truth.

Chapter
Nine

I sit in my baseme
nt dungeon waiting for the sub
s to shower up. Sometimes I feel as if I have multiple personalities. My dungeon at Restraint was one style and this one
is
another. I mix the industrial feel of Restraint’s main dungeon with soft comforts. The soundproof walls and ceiling are dark gray.
The flooring is made of rubber
like in a gymnasium. The rubber offers its own form of soundproofing. It’s perfect for sensory deprivation- they can’t hear you coming for them. It’s also fun as hell to fuck on.

Only two pieces of furniture are in the space, a round bed raised on a platform to match my height, and a chaise lounge. Both are wrapped in
thick plastic for easy clean up.

The rest of the basement holds some of
my favorite tools of the
trade. Two
S
t
.
Andrews crosses are on display at center stage in the room- Tobias’ favorite. A spanking bench and
a
swing are off to the side for Monica’s pleasure. My tools are proudly displayed on one wall in neat and tidy rows.

I guzzle a bottle of water as I wait. I never drink alcohol before I play. I have to be in control of all my senses. Some of my favorite activities are on the edge. One slip or too much pressure and I could bring long lasting harm or even death to my submissives. Tonight this is especially
important because
it’s the first time I will take two subs at the same time. I’ve d
reamed about it for so long. I’
m rewarding myself and when I am finished I will reward the pair as well.

Monica pads silently across the floor and kneels at my feet. I pet her unbound, damp hair and pr
ess her face against my leather-
clad thigh. I stroke her for my own satisfaction. I allow my hand
to roam anywhere it wants. She’
s nude for my enjoyment and I caress her small breasts reveling at how her nipples pebble in reaction to my touch. I murmur approvingly when she presses her breast farther into my hand.

She was never one to initiate affection. She would freeze up as I touched her. She would enjoy it, but would only return the gesture if I asked or if she begged me to tell her to do it. She never had the confidence that I would want her touch as much as she wanted mine. She
has
never understood that I’
m crazy with the need to feel her skin. I’ve often wondere
d if she felt the draw of me as
I do her.

She rubs her cheek against my thigh and my body ignites. My God, this is what it feels like to have her touch me without requesting it first. And it’s such a small touch. My cock fills with blood so fast I feel faint from the loss of blood to my brain.
I reach down and adjust him
so that he’
s no longer choking on the seam of my pants. Just the feel of my hand on my dick and her face on my thigh has me breathless.

I spread my legs farther apart in silent invitation that she would usually ignore. She slips between my thighs within seconds. Her small hand fists my ankle and holds on as I play roughly with her nipples.

We stay like this f
or a few moments. Monica rests
her head between my thighs caressing me with her cheek as I fondle her breasts. I hum my pleasure under my breath.

She abruptly turns her face to the side and bites my cock through my leather pants. My hips rise off the lounge chair as I hiss between my clench
ed
teeth. My
skin runs with goose bumps as
pressure builds at the base of my spine
.
“Ah- good girl, you
r
Master loves
it
when you touch him freely. How proud you make me.” I pet her head with obvious adoration.
“You almost made me cum,” I chuckle out.

Us
ually she would freeze up at this
point afraid that she crossed a boundary or that her touch wasn’t welcome. She surprises me. Her little, pink tongue flashes out and licks a long line over the bulge of my pants until they are shiny with her spit.

I whimper as her hands tighten on my ankles and her teeth graze over me.

Movement draws my gaze up. Tobias is sitting on the edge of the spanking bench loo
king to the floor unsure if he’
s welcome to watch. I’ve never played with them at the same time, but I’ve also never allowed them to watch as I play
ed
with the other.

I’
m not big on
voyeurism
. Oh, I love to watch. I
just
hate being the center of attention. I feel that a scene is
between the participants, just M
aster and sub
- a true connection
. This is
one of the reasons
why I gave Heidi to Aaron
just after Monica joined us. I was also afraid that Monica would feel like a third wheel. That was my first mistake of many.