was
missing cues from his sub.
His
brother, Sweet, was just as good as he and could easily become a Master
trainer. However, Sweet had lost his edge, his focus. Masaun did not believe
that Sweet lost his commitment to the lifestyle, but even when Sweet was at the
dungeon, he wasn’t.
“You
have your hands full tonight.” Master Zach, the owner of The Dollhouse moved up
beside him.
Masaun
glanced at the man who had not only rounded out his education on how to be a
proper Dom, but also selected and trusted him as a trainer. The slim, silver-haired
man was not quite as tall as he was or built as broad but he could wield any
and all the tools of the trade better than anyone Masaun knew.
“I
was supposed to have four tonight, but one of the female subs did not show up.”
“Ah,
no dedication. That’s what I love about the training course that new submissives
and couples have to go through before they can become full-access members. It
weeds out those who can’t commit the time. Some just want a place they can pop
in and out of when the mood strikes.”
“True.”
Masaun surveyed the female sub he’d named Bambi, whose light-brown eyes were large
with long lashes. The only things big on her tiny, short frame were her
nipples. Currently, he had vibrating clamps attached to them and a sign around
her neck that read TURN ME ON FOR FIVE SECONDS, PLEASE.
Bambi’s
job was to take drinks from the Dom at the bar and carry them to the tray held
by another trainee in the middle of the floor. The only problem she was having
in performing her duties was that every time she passed a dominant dungeon
member, they flicked the switch and in that five seconds she was trembling and
close to an orgasm, which she was not allowed to have. Most times, she ended up
spilling at least one soda and had to return to the bar. During the few weeks
she had been in training with him, he’d discovered her nipples were ultra-sensitive.
Tonight he capitalized on that to help her work on her control.
The
male he’d named Pup was the trainee holding the tray. He had shaggy brown hair
and pale skin. Blindfolded, the tall, husky man was on his knees in chaps with
his ass pushed out and bare, as he extended his hands with a tray awaiting
sodas. Masaun could clearly see that Pup’s ass was already a rosy hue from the
dominants who were doing everything from pinching his ass to spanking it with a
paddle. After someone would strike his cheek and take a soda from his tray, Pup
would respond as instructed “Thank you, Sir.”
Pup
was in search of a Mistress; he wanted to be owned and dedicate his life to the
service of a woman.
His
third and final trainee of the night was presently strapped to the St. Andrews,
naked except for the body glitter on her skin and the butterfly vibrator held
against her clit by straps around her thighs. He honored her with the name
Seondeok, after the first reigning Queen of Korea. The sub was a full-figured
Korean-American woman who was shy and ashamed of her body. In the weeks he’d
been working with her, he noticed that anytime he’d have the trainee select
things from his wardrobe chest to wear for the night, Seondeok would garb
herself in whatever covered the most and at times added extra layers.
Before
her was a table with feathers of different types and sizes. Anyone was allowed
to stroke and caress her body with the feathers. Masaun held the control to the
vibrator and he turned it off and on periodically, bringing her to one
screaming orgasm after another. He told her on the first day that BDSM wasn’t
about the body, but the heart and soul of the person dominating and submitting.
Now, he was proving it to her by allowing her to connect with light sensations
all over her voluptuous form as she sparkled and took her pleasure before
people who would not judge her.
“The
three in this batch will make the person dominating them extremely blessed. They
all have servant hearts and a willingness to be led.” He
missing cues from his sub.
His
brother, Sweet, was just as good as he and could easily become a Master
trainer. However, Sweet had lost his edge, his focus. Masaun did not believe
that Sweet lost his commitment to the lifestyle, but even when Sweet was at the
dungeon, he wasn’t.
“You
have your hands full tonight.” Master Zach, the owner of The Dollhouse moved up
beside him.
Masaun
glanced at the man who had not only rounded out his education on how to be a
proper Dom, but also selected and trusted him as a trainer. The slim, silver-haired
man was not quite as tall as he was or built as broad but he could wield any
and all the tools of the trade better than anyone Masaun knew.
“I
was supposed to have four tonight, but one of the female subs did not show up.”
“Ah,
no dedication. That’s what I love about the training course that new submissives
and couples have to go through before they can become full-access members. It
weeds out those who can’t commit the time. Some just want a place they can pop
in and out of when the mood strikes.”
“True.”
Masaun surveyed the female sub he’d named Bambi, whose light-brown eyes were large
with long lashes. The only things big on her tiny, short frame were her
nipples. Currently, he had vibrating clamps attached to them and a sign around
her neck that read TURN ME ON FOR FIVE SECONDS, PLEASE.
Bambi’s
job was to take drinks from the Dom at the bar and carry them to the tray held
by another trainee in the middle of the floor. The only problem she was having
in performing her duties was that every time she passed a dominant dungeon
member, they flicked the switch and in that five seconds she was trembling and
close to an orgasm, which she was not allowed to have. Most times, she ended up
spilling at least one soda and had to return to the bar. During the few weeks
she had been in training with him, he’d discovered her nipples were ultra-sensitive.
Tonight he capitalized on that to help her work on her control.
The
male he’d named Pup was the trainee holding the tray. He had shaggy brown hair
and pale skin. Blindfolded, the tall, husky man was on his knees in chaps with
his ass pushed out and bare, as he extended his hands with a tray awaiting
sodas. Masaun could clearly see that Pup’s ass was already a rosy hue from the
dominants who were doing everything from pinching his ass to spanking it with a
paddle. After someone would strike his cheek and take a soda from his tray, Pup
would respond as instructed “Thank you, Sir.”
Pup
was in search of a Mistress; he wanted to be owned and dedicate his life to the
service of a woman.
His
third and final trainee of the night was presently strapped to the St. Andrews,
naked except for the body glitter on her skin and the butterfly vibrator held
against her clit by straps around her thighs. He honored her with the name
Seondeok, after the first reigning Queen of Korea. The sub was a full-figured
Korean-American woman who was shy and ashamed of her body. In the weeks he’d
been working with her, he noticed that anytime he’d have the trainee select
things from his wardrobe chest to wear for the night, Seondeok would garb
herself in whatever covered the most and at times added extra layers.
Before
her was a table with feathers of different types and sizes. Anyone was allowed
to stroke and caress her body with the feathers. Masaun held the control to the
vibrator and he turned it off and on periodically, bringing her to one
screaming orgasm after another. He told her on the first day that BDSM wasn’t
about the body, but the heart and soul of the person dominating and submitting.
Now, he was proving it to her by allowing her to connect with light sensations
all over her voluptuous form as she sparkled and took her pleasure before
people who would not judge her.
“The
three in this batch will make the person dominating them extremely blessed. They
all have servant hearts and a willingness to be led.” He
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