countertops. But what I really wanted to see was what he'd hidden down the hall to my left, past the living room.
I flinched when Daniel caressed my cheek.
"Relax," he said, taking my unused bottle of water from me. "You were kind of zoning out. You okay?"
I nodded. "I've never been in a penthouse before."
"Trust me. The luxury of it doesn't last long."
I frowned when I recognized a few of the images on his television screen. "Is that ... Journeys?"
He smiled and guided me over to the living room. "Sure is. It's how I keep tabs on things—guests, Doms, subs, employee performance—stuff like that."
"Can you do that?"
He inclined his head. "My staff knows I have cameras in place. They record everything that happens in the dungeon, outside the playrooms I mean. I have a live feed here so that if something happens, I can see it firsthand without having to go down and review the footage for that evening."
"So if an employee calls and says there's a problem, you come in here?"
"Pretty much. This not only gives me an idea of what's going on, but it also allows me to help my staff in handling a situation before it gets out of hand. Luckily, most of my staff can pick up on a guest's tension before things have a chance to escalate, but we still need to be careful."
"You weren't kidding when you said anything that happens in the dungeon is on you."
"No, I wasn't. And like I said when it comes to my subs, I do everything in my power to keep our guests safe. Going to Journeys should never be a bad experience." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You ready for tonight?"
"Shit, I just realized I forgot to bring back the cuffs and flogger." Hell, I'd even written myself a note to put the box in my car, but when I was getting dressed, I forgot. "I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I have spares." He set my bottle of water on the coffee table before looking back at me. "Are you okay to continue tonight?"
"Yes."
He gestured at the hall to my left. "This way, please."
Remembering what I'd read on submissive behavior, I waited for him to take the lead before following behind him. Some subs kept a certain distance behind their Masters, but because Daniel hadn't given me an exact number of feet, I tried to keep two feet between us.
We passed two doors to either side of us, stopping at a set of double doors way at the end of the hall. I bowed my head and stared at my purse.
"Before we go inside, I must warn you. This isn't tame at all. You'll see stuff in this room that we more than likely will never use during your training. Try not to get overwhelmed." Daniel tugged on my ponytail so I'd look up at him. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"No, Master."
"You'll tell me if this is too much, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
He went back to the door and turned the knob. "I'll explain things once we get inside."
I nodded even though he couldn't see it, and as soon as the doors at the end of the hall opened, I followed him inside. I didn't look up. Instead, I studied to floor. Unlike the living room and hallway, the floor here was wooden, and given how loud our footsteps were, it seemed as if the room was pretty empty.
Lifting my gaze, my vision swept from one corner of the room to the other, noting a few pieces of furniture. There was a sofa, a plush chair, a rack with floggers on it, a dresser, a bed and a strange looking X to the one side of the room.
I pointed to the odd piece of equipment. " Saint Andrews cross ?"
"Not to be used during your training unless it’s needed for support," Daniel assured me as he made his way over to the rack of floggers. "These, on the other hand..." He held one up for me.
I closed the space between us and accepted the flogger. Much like the one he'd sent me the other day, this one had soft tails, which meant it delivered just as much bite. I shivered and handed it back to him.
"What's in the dresser?" I asked.
"A few odds and ends. Cuffs and nipple clamps mostly.
I flinched when Daniel caressed my cheek.
"Relax," he said, taking my unused bottle of water from me. "You were kind of zoning out. You okay?"
I nodded. "I've never been in a penthouse before."
"Trust me. The luxury of it doesn't last long."
I frowned when I recognized a few of the images on his television screen. "Is that ... Journeys?"
He smiled and guided me over to the living room. "Sure is. It's how I keep tabs on things—guests, Doms, subs, employee performance—stuff like that."
"Can you do that?"
He inclined his head. "My staff knows I have cameras in place. They record everything that happens in the dungeon, outside the playrooms I mean. I have a live feed here so that if something happens, I can see it firsthand without having to go down and review the footage for that evening."
"So if an employee calls and says there's a problem, you come in here?"
"Pretty much. This not only gives me an idea of what's going on, but it also allows me to help my staff in handling a situation before it gets out of hand. Luckily, most of my staff can pick up on a guest's tension before things have a chance to escalate, but we still need to be careful."
"You weren't kidding when you said anything that happens in the dungeon is on you."
"No, I wasn't. And like I said when it comes to my subs, I do everything in my power to keep our guests safe. Going to Journeys should never be a bad experience." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You ready for tonight?"
"Shit, I just realized I forgot to bring back the cuffs and flogger." Hell, I'd even written myself a note to put the box in my car, but when I was getting dressed, I forgot. "I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry about it. I have spares." He set my bottle of water on the coffee table before looking back at me. "Are you okay to continue tonight?"
"Yes."
He gestured at the hall to my left. "This way, please."
Remembering what I'd read on submissive behavior, I waited for him to take the lead before following behind him. Some subs kept a certain distance behind their Masters, but because Daniel hadn't given me an exact number of feet, I tried to keep two feet between us.
We passed two doors to either side of us, stopping at a set of double doors way at the end of the hall. I bowed my head and stared at my purse.
"Before we go inside, I must warn you. This isn't tame at all. You'll see stuff in this room that we more than likely will never use during your training. Try not to get overwhelmed." Daniel tugged on my ponytail so I'd look up at him. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"No, Master."
"You'll tell me if this is too much, won't you?"
"Yes, Master."
He went back to the door and turned the knob. "I'll explain things once we get inside."
I nodded even though he couldn't see it, and as soon as the doors at the end of the hall opened, I followed him inside. I didn't look up. Instead, I studied to floor. Unlike the living room and hallway, the floor here was wooden, and given how loud our footsteps were, it seemed as if the room was pretty empty.
Lifting my gaze, my vision swept from one corner of the room to the other, noting a few pieces of furniture. There was a sofa, a plush chair, a rack with floggers on it, a dresser, a bed and a strange looking X to the one side of the room.
I pointed to the odd piece of equipment. " Saint Andrews cross ?"
"Not to be used during your training unless it’s needed for support," Daniel assured me as he made his way over to the rack of floggers. "These, on the other hand..." He held one up for me.
I closed the space between us and accepted the flogger. Much like the one he'd sent me the other day, this one had soft tails, which meant it delivered just as much bite. I shivered and handed it back to him.
"What's in the dresser?" I asked.
"A few odds and ends. Cuffs and nipple clamps mostly.
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