“Master Chaos, would you like me to kneel at your feet?” I asked politely.
He smiled, a sexy smirk that I figured had turned quite a few submissives’ heads over the years.
Master Chaos, whose name I knew to be Timothy Triton, was probably in his mid- to late-thirties. His eyes were a soft green, his hair almost black, which was board-straight and hung loose around his face, resting on his shoulders. His lashes were incredibly long and thick, his lips full. And that jawline…
It had actually been his strong jawline that I’d identified during the previous assignment. I had brushed my cheek against his, noting the way his jaw flexed slightly when I had.
“Thank you for asking, Miss Lautner. I would prefer you to stand for now.”
“Yes, Sir.” I remained where I was, awaiting his instruction.
“Class,” Master Edge began, “I’d like to introduce you to the training panel. Along with myself, you’ll be reviewed by Master Cav, Master Harris, and Mistress Jane. If at any time you have questions and your Master is unavailable, feel free to reach out to one of us. For the next four weeks, we’ll be updated on your progress by your Master, which will allow us to determine any additional training you may need. Our objective is to help you successfully complete this class in the allotted time.
“Each week you’ll be assigned two different Masters or Mistresses, alternating between them through that week, ensuring you have the opportunity to get to know each of them, understand their practices, and so forth. Keep in mind, they are very different in their practices. So, something that might be all right for one could be a serious offense for another. Punishment will be dealt with by your assigned Master, with one of the panel members overseeing. You are not, under any circumstance, to meet with any of the training Masters outside of the club. If your Master decides to give you a means of communication—text, email, whatnot—then you may utilize it. However, your communication should be kept professional at all times. Should you overstep, that is grounds for immediate termination from the class roster and Dichotomy. Understand?”
“Yes, Master Edge,” we all agreed.
“Good. Now your Master will go over his or her expectations for the week.”
I turned my attention back to Master Chaos.
“Thursday night,” he began, “you’ll join me in this room at eight o’clock sharp. Your clothing will be selected for you and placed in your locker. For your safety, I’ll expect your hair to be pulled up in a ponytail.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Trainees are required to sit at a desk while in the classroom during the training sessions. When we’re out on the floor, I expect to you walk in front of me. I will guide you where I expect you to go. Do not leave my side for any reason. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may refer to me as Master Chaos or Sir while we’re working one-on-one. Either is appropriate. However, when I’m conducting the class and I call upon you, I expect to be referred to as Master Chaos.”
“Yes, Master Chaos.”
“You’ll only be in my care for two nights. I’m not sure that will allow you much time to get to know me all that well. I can tell you, I’m not a hard-ass. I don’t have any rigid rules or instructions. Any punishment you receive from me will be geared toward humiliation, not pain. Not from my hand at least.”
That was interesting. I wanted to ask him why not, but I kept my mouth shut and nodded.
“Have you turned in your limits list as requested?”
“No, Sir.” I never looked away from him. “But I promise to complete it before I leave tonight.”
“Very well, Miss Lautner. For this week, I look forward to being your Master.” He offered a brief smile.
“Thank you, Master Chaos.”
“If you’ve finished your discussions with your Master and you’ve turned in your paperwork, including the limits list, you’re free to go for the evening. Class will begin promptly at eight tomorrow night. I expect to see you on time and prepared.”
When Master Chaos left the room, I went over and retrieved the manila folder with my name on it. I pulled out a chair at the long table and took a seat. It didn’t take long for me to complete the necessary paperwork, including the nondisclosure agreement as well as my limit list. When I was finished, I placed it in the stack and made a beeline for the door. I didn’t look back as I double-timed it to the locker room, where I quickly changed into my street clothes. And before I risked running into Edge or Cav, I discreetly made my way through the club and out into the night.
I didn’t breathe easy until I was pulling into my apartment, and by then, easy wasn’t the word I’d use to describe my mood. There was a tightness in my chest I could only attribute to the disappointment I felt at the way the night had gone.
