quick
apology.
As
she twisted back around, the red-head found herself face to face with
the man and his black gloves. He held a glass, sipping it as he
seemed to study her. “Hello there, I don't believe we've met.
Are you new?”
“ Um,
uh,” she sputtered, wondering if she could melt into the crowd
and escape. “I... yes, this is my first time here.”
“ I
thought so, normally people should be in the room at the start of the
event. Late comers are discouraged,” he smiled, but he didn't
seem upset. Inclining his head, he gave her a once over. She wished
she could see his eyes. “I'm Master Onyx, and you are...?”
Shit
shit shit shit make something up!
“ Sparrow,”
she blurted, thinking of her last name, how people always compared it
to a bird flying. Oh
gosh, that's a terrible name. She
forced a smile, hoping he would go along with her lies. Onyx paused,
taking a drink before giving a gentle laugh.
“ Sparrow,
that's nice. This is your first time, you said? What about this place
brought you here? Curiosity, perhaps?” Something in his tone
implied wicked humor, making her cheeks warm.
“ Actually,
sort of, yes.” Guess
I don't need to lie about everything.
“ Then,
did you see enough tonight to help you decide which path you would
choose?”
Judith
hesitated, worried she would give herself away if she revealed her
lack of knowledge. “I'm not sure. What path did you choose?”
“ Isn't
it obvious?” He laughed, as if she had made a joke. Flexing a
gloved hand between them, the surface shiny, creaking like leather,
he bent closer. “The life of a Dom is not for everyone, but I
knew right away. We have a few women who do it, but most here are
men.”
She
realized she had forgotten to breathe. His nearness, the reminder of
the show he had put on, was making her flustered. “Aha, right,
I see. So... the other choice, then, is more common for women?”
“ Indeed,”
he said. “Most become submissives. Well, if you decide, there
is a list at the door. Just sign your name on the right page,
indicating you'd like to begin training.” Judith thought, if
she could have seen his gaze, he would have winked. “I'd be
happy to teach you what it means, little Sparrow.”
Her
mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was so tall, hovering over
her, she thought she might be swallowed in his shadow. Suddenly,
someone else called out, clapping Onyx on the shoulder. “Sir,
come along, Helm would like to talk to you.”
Onyx
frowned, but only for a second. Nodding his head to Judith, he turned
and allowed himself to be led away. She breathed out, hard, leaning
on the wall to steady herself. That whole night so far had been
insane, she was ready to leave.
Turning,
Judith walked quickly from the room, heading out through the group of
people gathered in the main area. None of them spoke to her, and she
was grateful. Pushing through the heavy curtain, her eyes fell on the
small table by the archway.
The
clipboard, where people sign in... and make their choices, I suppose.
Peering
side to side, finding herself alone, she reached down and flipped
through the papers. Now that she knew what she was looking for, it
made more sense. There were lists, each of them labeled different
things.
Here ,
she tapped one of them. The top read 'New Subs.' This
is where he told me to sign. There
were only three names, Judith wondered if one of them had been the
blonde she had watched earlier.
Hesitating,
she imagined what it would be like to sign her name there, to put
down 'Sparrow' in that list. Would she end up tied to a table,
spanked and teased, as well?
Would
that man, Master Onyx, be the one to do it all to her?
Trembling,
she wrenched herself away and shook her head. No,
get a grip. This isn't for you.
With
one last look at the clipboard, as well as the curtained arch, the
girl turned and ran up the stairs.
Chapter 7.
The
paint smudged along the wall, long strokes of ebony, smokey and rich.
Carefully, she added
apology.
As
she twisted back around, the red-head found herself face to face with
the man and his black gloves. He held a glass, sipping it as he
seemed to study her. “Hello there, I don't believe we've met.
Are you new?”
“ Um,
uh,” she sputtered, wondering if she could melt into the crowd
and escape. “I... yes, this is my first time here.”
“ I
thought so, normally people should be in the room at the start of the
event. Late comers are discouraged,” he smiled, but he didn't
seem upset. Inclining his head, he gave her a once over. She wished
she could see his eyes. “I'm Master Onyx, and you are...?”
Shit
shit shit shit make something up!
“ Sparrow,”
she blurted, thinking of her last name, how people always compared it
to a bird flying. Oh
gosh, that's a terrible name. She
forced a smile, hoping he would go along with her lies. Onyx paused,
taking a drink before giving a gentle laugh.
“ Sparrow,
that's nice. This is your first time, you said? What about this place
brought you here? Curiosity, perhaps?” Something in his tone
implied wicked humor, making her cheeks warm.
“ Actually,
sort of, yes.” Guess
I don't need to lie about everything.
“ Then,
did you see enough tonight to help you decide which path you would
choose?”
Judith
hesitated, worried she would give herself away if she revealed her
lack of knowledge. “I'm not sure. What path did you choose?”
“ Isn't
it obvious?” He laughed, as if she had made a joke. Flexing a
gloved hand between them, the surface shiny, creaking like leather,
he bent closer. “The life of a Dom is not for everyone, but I
knew right away. We have a few women who do it, but most here are
men.”
She
realized she had forgotten to breathe. His nearness, the reminder of
the show he had put on, was making her flustered. “Aha, right,
I see. So... the other choice, then, is more common for women?”
“ Indeed,”
he said. “Most become submissives. Well, if you decide, there
is a list at the door. Just sign your name on the right page,
indicating you'd like to begin training.” Judith thought, if
she could have seen his gaze, he would have winked. “I'd be
happy to teach you what it means, little Sparrow.”
Her
mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was so tall, hovering over
her, she thought she might be swallowed in his shadow. Suddenly,
someone else called out, clapping Onyx on the shoulder. “Sir,
come along, Helm would like to talk to you.”
Onyx
frowned, but only for a second. Nodding his head to Judith, he turned
and allowed himself to be led away. She breathed out, hard, leaning
on the wall to steady herself. That whole night so far had been
insane, she was ready to leave.
Turning,
Judith walked quickly from the room, heading out through the group of
people gathered in the main area. None of them spoke to her, and she
was grateful. Pushing through the heavy curtain, her eyes fell on the
small table by the archway.
The
clipboard, where people sign in... and make their choices, I suppose.
Peering
side to side, finding herself alone, she reached down and flipped
through the papers. Now that she knew what she was looking for, it
made more sense. There were lists, each of them labeled different
things.
Here ,
she tapped one of them. The top read 'New Subs.' This
is where he told me to sign. There
were only three names, Judith wondered if one of them had been the
blonde she had watched earlier.
Hesitating,
she imagined what it would be like to sign her name there, to put
down 'Sparrow' in that list. Would she end up tied to a table,
spanked and teased, as well?
Would
that man, Master Onyx, be the one to do it all to her?
Trembling,
she wrenched herself away and shook her head. No,
get a grip. This isn't for you.
With
one last look at the clipboard, as well as the curtained arch, the
girl turned and ran up the stairs.
Chapter 7.
The
paint smudged along the wall, long strokes of ebony, smokey and rich.
Carefully, she added
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