It wasn’t that I was a complete idiot when it came to the subject. No, I wasn’t versed on the terminology, and I’d never personally experienced any of it. Not until today. But there was no denying I was interested to find out what the appeal was and more importantly what my own desires and limits were.
Clarissa had admitted she enjoyed impact play, so I had done a little research. I didn’t think that was my thing; however, I did find the idea of being tied up rather intriguing. It was something I could likely get behind, sure.
I also researched masochists to understand what the appeal was there. A few minutes in, I knew that wasn’t for me. I wondered how Brax and Case had come to enjoy that sort of thing. The humiliation, the pain, it seemed a little extreme. Then again, most fetishes would seem that way to anyone who wasn’t into that particular one.
To each his own.
Admittedly, my inner submissive had been piqued as soon as I’d seen the inside of Devotion. The club had been closed down, all the lights off, but there was something about the place, a vibe, I guess you could say. And while it hadn’t seemed as extreme as what I’d anticipated, it was alluring in ways I didn’t understand yet. It made me wonder what Dichotomy was like, what the differences really were.
I could lie and say I was only interested because Master was my employer and I felt it necessary to be up to speed so that I could do my job more effectively, but even I knew that was a waste of breath. I could probably work for Master for the next twenty years not knowing a thing about the lifestyle and I’d do fine. Had I opted to turn down his offer, I knew he would’ve thought nothing of it.
In reality, this had nothing to do with the job. I didn’t feel like his employee when he was demanding my submission.
Still, the question of why he was including me now continued to plague me. I’d been with him for three years, worked alongside him day and night, spending countless hours in his presence. Not once had I felt as though he was interested in me as a man, as a partner, as a … submissive.
Perhaps that was the most mind-boggling of all. Why now? Why did he desire to have me call him Master, to see him as my Dominant, to kneel at his feet, to submit? Not too long ago I didn’t even know what hard and soft limits were. Now, I had started filling out a list at his request, and I was confident in my answers. Most of them, anyway.
I was certainly more captivated now than I had been when he’d tested me in his office. I had started to wonder why I did what I did. Why I thought about it so often. Why I was eager to let him dominate me in every possible way.
Master lived and breathed this stuff and I wanted to understand what made a man of his caliber crave something so many people frowned upon. Being in the public eye, he was often ridiculed for his choices, but it was obvious he didn’t give a shit what the public thought.
I liked that about him.
I’d gotten a few tips from Clarissa. Mostly from simply watching her. The way she carried herself so gracefully had intrigued me as much as Master’s dominance. I was eager to see where this went, to find out what was in store for the three of us.
Part of me wished I’d gone with them to Clarissa’s house. When the alarm system had chimed, sending a signal to my watch to let me know someone was leaving the garage, I’d felt their absence. I’d checked out the cams on my phone, watching as Master’s black Silverado pulled out of the driveway, the gates closing behind him. I knew he was taking her home, would likely spend the rest of the night in her bed.
Selfishly, I wished they had stayed here. It wasn’t jealousy that had me wanting that, merely some inner desire to spend more time with them.
As I continued to peruse the Internet for useful information, a familiar site came up. I smiled to myself and clicked the link to take me to the popular porn site.
“What’s going to sate your urges tonight?” I questioned myself. “Hmm.”
The categories were unlimited. Gay, lesbian, masturbation, orgy, double penetration. Plus so many more.
For whatever reason, I chose bisexual as the category and found myself watching a scene with two men and one woman. While it was evidently staged, I could imagine how they were enjoying themselves, exploring one another and their deepest, darkest desires.
As I thought about what Master was doing with Clarissa, I placed the iPad on the cushion beside me and leaned back, watching the scene on the screen play out before me. Was this what was taking place? Only without the second guy? Was Clarissa naked while Master indulged? What were they doing right now? Was he ordering her to kneel on the floor before him? Was he opening his pants, feeding her his cock?
