Saving My Submission BN (11 page)

“I’m so sorry,
Leagh
. This
was supposed to be fun, not a
flippin
’ catastrophe,”
Sanna moaned with tears in her eyes.

“Are you kidding?”
Leagh
grinned. “How many brides can say that a butt plug caught fire at her
bachelorette party?”

Sanna let out a wail as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Laughing,
Leagh
hugged my sister tight and shushed
her.

“Come on, Savannah. Don’t cry. I thought the plug made
an awesome centerpiece. Besides, it holds a special meaning between you and me,
doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Sanna sniffed. “That’s why I got it. I knew
you’d understand.”

“Well, I will tomorrow night. Tony plans to deflower
my ass in front of god and all the members of the club,”
Leagh
said with a cringe. “And I’m scared shitless… pardon the pun.”

“Tony’s been doing the training on you, right?” Sanna
wiped her tears. Her forlorn tone vanished, replaced by a serious, mothering
tenor.
Leagh
nodded. “Then don’t be scared. Tony
would walk through glass, barefoot before he hurt you, sweetheart.”

Filled with a sense of pride, I couldn’t help but
admire the way Sanna eased
Leagh’s
fears. Not only
had my sister totally embraced every aspect of the lifestyle, she took on the
onus of teaching and sharing her knowledge with other subs. Glancing back at
Dylan and Nick, gratitude flooded my veins. If not for their love, Sanna would
still be lost, closed off, void of the incredible gifts they so freely gave
her. My throat tightened with emotion as I realized my baby sister had come
full circle; she was finally whole.

Scotty marched over to where we stood, his face an
angry thunder cloud.

“Who’s going to pay for fixing my restaurant?” Fury
blazed in his eyes as he pinned an accusatory gaze over the four of us
responsible for the accident.

“Easy, Scotty,” Dylan warned. Clenching his jaw, he
moved in, toe-to-toe with the livid owner. Nick, Mika, and Drake stepped up
alongside him. Shoulder-to-shoulder the
Doms
formed
an imposing barrier between the enraged man and us. “Nick and I will have a
crew here first thing in the morning, man. No matter what it costs, we’ll make
sure it’s better than before.”

“You’re damn right it will,” Scotty barked before
turning on his heel and storming away.

Dylan snarled at the owner’s parting words.

“You can’t blame him,” Nick chuckled, trying to
lighten the mood.

“Wow, he is
pissed
,”
Sanna whispered as she watched the
Doms
filter back
to where they’d stood before Scotty appeared.

“Yeah, I know. What part of ‘accident’ doesn’t the
male population around here seem to understand?” I asked darting a gaze at the
stoic faced
Doms
watching the commotion of the
firemen.

“It’s not that…” Julianna began.

“Oh, I know all about the whole sub code of conduct.
But it wasn’t like you guys purposefully started a fire to make your Master’s
look bad. Even in the middle of all the pandemonium you guys represented them
as best you could. Sure there were a few accidental curse words—which is
totally understandable if you ask me, but all in all you didn’t do anything to
disrespect any of them.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, sister,” Trevor chimed
in. “But trust me. They’ll still find a way to make sure we learn a lesson.”

“What bigger lesson is there than not to mix sparklers
with alcohol-based lube?” I laughed.

“None, but they’re still going to drive home the fact
that we fucked up… most likely over our asses with big mother fucking paddles,”
Julianna whispered with a pensive pout.

Mika let out a low growl. “That’s twenty now, girl.
Clean up your language or I’ll add twenty more to it.”

Julianna cringed and nodded.

Before the fire department had even left, a handful of
workers from Dylan and Nick’s company showed up ready to start repairing the
damaged restaurant. Deciding a change of venue was needed, we drove to Tony and
Leagh’s
house, intent on enjoying the party there.
Once the presents and cake had been situated, the
Doms
left us alone to spend the evening at Tony’s bachelor party. Before they left,
we were banned from using lighters or matches for the rest of the evening.

Decades had passed since I’d been made to feel like a
child. At first I resented the hell out of us being talked down to, but I
realized the
Doms
were simply setting limits for
their subs. I wondered how I’d feel if Joshua were the one laying down rules
for me to follow. Would I be miffed and filled with contempt? Did I still have
it in me to bend and supplicate, or would that stubborn, independent streak of
mine be my submissive demise?

You’re never going to
find out, so stop running stupid scenarios through your head.

The fact that Joshua hadn’t bothered to call stung.
Trailing a fingertip over the phone in my pocket, I swallowed down my
disappointment.

Gathered around
Leagh
in her
living room, we watched as she opened her gifts. I forced myself to focus on
the party and not a certain artist who’d thrown me off-kilter. With present she
unwrapped,
Leagh
squealed with delight and laughed
hysterically at some of the more risqué presents. The rocky start at Maurizio’s
didn’t dampen our spirits one bit. Sipping my margarita through the tacky penis
straw, I realized I hadn’t laughed so hard in years. It was an absolute joy to
be around so many people who were truly happy in their own skin. Suddenly
missing my lifestyle friends back in Kansas City, I reminded myself that it was
another lifetime ago.

Trevor became our “Slave boy of Ceremony” for the kink
games. With dramatic flair and smart-assed one liner’s, he passed around
several tubes of red lipstick. He then instructed us to paint our lips for our
first game, ‘Deep throat the banana.’

 
A pretty
redheaded sub named Tiffany won the contest when she took the entire banana
down her throat. With a collective cheer, we clapped at her deep-throating
skill as her cheeks blushed bright red.

“Now we know why Master
Brax
is always wearing a smile,” Julianna laughed.

After a lot of ribbing, Tiffany preened. “I can’t help
it if I have talents,” she giggled.

Trevor pulled out a blindfold and held up several
cardboard cut-outs of penises. Dragging one toward his mouth, he licked the
image and sighed, dreamily.

“You ladies ready to ‘Pin The Junk on The Dom?’”

“Only if you’re done giving it a blow job,”
Leagh
laughed.

“I’m not sure yet, sis. This one looks pretty damn
tasty.” Trevor smirked.

“Oh, I’m telling Drake on you,” Julianna threatened
with a laugh.

“No you’re not, or you’re going to have to find
yourself another babysitter, sister,” Trevor warned with an impish grin.

“You’re right, I’m not,” she agreed.

Trevor passed out the penis pictures before
blindfolding
Leagh
. After he spun her around and
pointed her in the direction of a poster he’d rescued from Maurizio’s,
Leagh
rubbed her hand over the paper and stuck the penis in
place… on his chin. The whole room started laughing and when she pulled off her
blindfold she screamed.

“That’s where it
should
be,” she laughed. “And we all know it.”

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.
Leagh
was still giggling as she ran to answer it. Tilting
my head, I peered into the foyer. Two police officers stood on the porch.
Leagh
let out a thin cry of fear and crumpled to the floor.

Julianna’s face turned white as she raced to
Leagh’s
side. Looking up at the officer with a pained
expression, Julianna sucked in a quick breath. “James? Oh god, please tell me
what’s happened.”

“Fuck,” hissed the officer she’d directed her question
to. “Nothing. Wait. Listen to me. It’s not what you think.
Leagh
,
honey… Dammit.”

“James. What’s happened?” Julianna’s tone was sharp as
she wrapped her arms around a visibly distraught
Leagh
.

“Nothing. I swear to god,” James repeated before
kneeling and cupping his hand beneath
Leagh’s
chin.
“Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t stop to think we’d scare you like this. As god is
my witness, Tony is perfectly fine. He and the guys are playing poker over at
Dylan and Nick’s place.”

Listening to the exchange, I instantly saw red. Whatever
reason the two officers had for being there had wound up inadvertently scaring
the crap out of
Leagh
. After losing her first Master
so unexpectedly, two officers showing up on her porch had led
Leagh
to the worst possible conclusion: something horrible
had happened to Tony.

Bolting from the couch, I rushed to the door and
pinned an angry gaze on the officer, James.

“If Tony hasn’t been in any kind of accident, what the
fuck are you doing here then?” I planted my hands on my hips and glared at the
kneeling officer named James, seething with a rage I hadn’t felt in years.

Blinking up at me, he stood. Wearing a look of
confusion, James shook his head. “Who are you?”

“I’m Savannah’s sister, Mellie. Who the hell are you?
Are you even a real cop? Did you come over to scare the hell out of
Leagh
for shits and giggles?”
 

Suddenly, Sanna appeared at my side, tugging on my
arm. “Mel,” she whispered tersely.

“Stop it,” I hissed, jerking from her grasp. “You’ve
got some nerve, you know that? Do you have any idea what she’s been through?
What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“I thought this was a
subbie
party. I take it you don’t hang out with these ladies on a regular basis do
you, girl?” James smirked as he squared his shoulders and spread his legs.
Everything about the man screamed ‘Dominant’.

“No, I don’t, and just for the record, I’m nobody’s
girl
,” I spat. “What you’ve done to
Leagh
is careless and cruel.”

“Mellie, stop,” Sanna begged. “James is a switch at
the club.”

“I don’t bottom anymore, sweetheart,” James corrected.
“Arianna and I are still friends; we’ve just both gone over to the Dom side.”

“Oh, wow,” Julianna murmured.

James frowned. Visibly worried, he knelt down in front
of
Leagh
once again. “Hey, Tony is alive and perfectly
fine. Do you hear what I’m saying?”

“He’s not hurt? He’s not dead?”
Leagh
asked in a quivering voice filled with fear.

James issued a heavy sigh and shook his head. “No,
sweetheart, he’s one hundred percent fine. I volunteered to come by with
Officer Hung here to make sure things don’t get too out of control,” he
replied, jerking a thumb at the policeman standing behind him.

Julianna looked up at the other cop and started to
laugh. “Officer Hung, huh? Cute.”

The pieces fell into place, quickly. The cop with
James was a stripper. “Oh for the love of… someone should have hired Commander
Cock Choker instead of a damn cop,” I scolded.

 
“I’ll be sure
to let the guilty party know the policeman was a bad choice.” James shot me a
mischievous grin. “I think ‘Ball Gag Green Beret’ would be the perfect stripper
for your bachelorette party.”

I couldn’t help but snort. “Save your money. I’m never
getting married. Look, I’m sorry for being so harsh and insulting, but…”

“It takes more than that to insult me, pretty lady.”
James grinned. “I still think you need a ball gag, though. You’d look stunning
in one.”

Even though I was still irked at James for frightening
Leagh
, I regretted ripping into him so vehemently.

“You’re here to spy on us too, aren’t you, James?”
Julianna asked, cocking her head and watching his reaction closely. “Yep,
you’re here to make sure we behave like proper
submissives
,
right?”

A guilty grin tugged his lips and he winked. “Now,
would I do that sort of thing?”

“In a heartbeat.” Turning her attention back to
Leagh
, Julianna and I helped the girl to her feet.

“Come on, baby. Tony’s perfectly fine. Officer
Hung
here has a present for you… in his pants,”
Julianna explained with a giggle.

“Oh hell, he’s a fucking stripper?”
Leagh
gasped. “Who got me a stripper?”

“I think Tony did. Come on, sugar. It’s time for you
to sit in the hot seat,” Julianna laughed.

Suddenly, as if a light had gone off in her head,
Leagh
scowled and pinned James with a look of suspicion.
“Tony’s got a female stripper at his party, doesn’t he?” she hissed, wagging a
finger in James’ face.

“How the hell would I know? I’m here with you.”

“Oh, that’s a convenient excuse, now isn’t it?” she
spat. “Fine. I’ll get the details out of him one way or another. Oh, and one
more thing. You do not have permission to record any of this… um I mean,
please, Sir… don’t record this for me?”

“Tony will have a good time breaking you of giving
orders,
Leagh
. And I’m personally going to enjoy the
hell out of watching him do it, too.” James smirked. “I may not have
your
permission, but I do have Tony’s.” James
laughed and slid his cell phone out of his pocket.

“Oh, god,”
Leagh
moaned.

Trevor set an empty chair in the middle of the room
with a giggle, as Julianna and I led her back into the living room. James and
Officer Hung—complete with a 1980s boom box—followed behind us. The subs
surrounded
Leagh
in a big circle, laughing and
taunting her as loud dance music echoed off the walls.