Setting aside a few minutes for Sarah before he left for Kerian’s, he texted her some of his thoughts on the contract and some of his wishes.
S.M.: 5:22 PM: I’ve been thinking about you today and wondering what you do with your time when you’re not with me. It got me thinking about tasks/chores that can keep us connected.
SarahH: 5:24 PM: I’ve been thinking of u, too, Sir. I’m super excited for your upcoming weekend and what it holds for u.
SarahH: 5:25 PM: It’s a great opportunity to really study Ciara and, of course, take advantage of her knowledge ;) What did u have in mind for my tasks/chores?
S.M. 5:28 PM: Dinner is scheduled every evening for 6:45. I would like for you to eat at the same time so in spirit we will be together sharing a meal. For you, I would like you to save me the last bite of every meal you eat, regardless of whether we are together for me to actually eat it.
S.M.: 5:29 PM: Only one other thing (for now): set a reminder for 1and 9 pm. I expect you to find somewhere private, remove your panties and finger yourself to near orgasm while you think of me. BUT, do not cum. Am I clear? I will set my watch to the same times and be imagining how glorious you look.
SarahH: 5:33 PM: I love it, Sir. I will set my reminder right this instance. Do we start tonight?
S.M.: 5:34 PM: Absolutely. Even though I will be very busy the next few days, I will still be thinking of you and the contract. Also, I haven’t decided what form of punishment will be delivered when (if) you fail to follow my rules, but I’m thinking simple swats on the bottom will suffice or even a time out. The number of swats will be dependent on how severe the offense is.
SarahH: 5:35 PM: SIMPLE swats? Is there such a thing?
S.M.: 5:36 PM: I suppose there isn’t, but don’t let the word confuse you. Even though I’m not fond of delivering punishment in any form to someone as beautiful as yourself or any female for that matter, it doesn’t mean I won’t follow through. Like I said before, promises mean a lot to me, so if one has been broken, I WON’T be lenient.
Sarah: 5:37 PM: I have to admit to feeling a little giddy at the moment from your authoritative words and even though I don’t like punishment, I look forward to your first ‘swat’:D
Sawyer laughed as if sincerely amused. He was actually looking forward to delivering his first swat to Snowflake, too, though he hoped it was merely for pleasure.
S.M.: 5:38 PM: I’ll be envisioning your sweet body tense with the need to cum at 9 pm. We’ll be in contact soon and I’ll let you know how things are going with Ciara. Sweet dreams, my precious Snowflake.
SarahH: 5:40 PM: *sigh* Have fun this weekend, Domly One. Ciara is one lucky slave girl to have u all to herself for an entire weekend.
Twenty-five minutes later Sawyer pulled into Kerian’s expansive drive way. His estate was enormous and resembled an old castle with its old stone construction, gothic architecture and gilded wrought-iron fencing. The only thing missing were the gargoyle statues in the front yard. Sawyer grabbed his bag and walked around the property. The sun had already set so he dug out a flashlight from his bag and scanned the perimeter for any breaches in security while making note of all the points of entry and exits. As he stood in the backyard studying the tall fence for any breaks, he heard a gentle laugh ripple in the air from behind him and felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Damn, Sawyer, you’re always on the job, aren’t you?”
Sawyer shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation and swung his head around to face Kerian. “It’s in my blood. You have an amazing place.”
“Thank you, it’s been my pet project for around ten years and it’s nearly cost me my entire kinky fortune from the Dark Asylum to fix it up. It was in pretty bad disarray when I bought it, but I think I’ve made some nice progress. Come inside and see for yourself. Ciara is anxious to meet the Dom in training everyone is talking about.” Kerian’s tall figure turned and headed toward the mansion, leaving Sawyer to follow behind and ponder what everyone was discussing about him.
When Kerian and Sawyer entered the large foyer that was decorated with several of Isabel’s risqué artwork hanging on the walls, they were greeted by two topless women who looked almost identical in body shape and hair color, kneeling by the door. Their wrists and necks were ornamented with thick, black leather cuffs, their arms outstretched in front of them with their heads down in a praising position. Each had raven black hair pulled into a high pony-tail and donned only red ruffled panties. Their olive skin looked magnificent under the yellow-hue of the overhead chandelier.
“This delicious piece of fuck-cake is Ciara,” Kerian stated, bending down and touching the top of the head of the woman furthest from Sawyer. “Say hello Precious.”
Without raising her head, Ciara spoke softly. “Hello Master Morrison.”
“I’m not a Master, yet, Ciara.”
“Soon, Sawyer. From what I’ve been told, you’re training is coming along well. Your scenes have been the talk of the club and the feedback from the other patrons has been good with only a few pointers and suggestions mentioned. I’ll pass those along to you in writing before you leave. So tell me: do you have an interest in obtaining and caring for a slave?”
Sawyer rubbed his chin as he eyed the two stunning women. “I don’t know yet. I’ve never considered it. From what I’ve read, it seems like a lot of work.”
Kerian laughed jovially, his eyes smoldering as he tugged the pony on Ciara’s head, forcing her head up off the floor and gazed down into her deep brown eyes. “Yes, they’re most definitely a lot of work and require the utmost attention. But it’s the kind of work that brings nothing but pure enjoyment. Perhaps after this weekend you’ll have a taste for collaring your own slave. It’s like nothing else, Sawyer. Julia is my most prized asset and I can’t imagine my life without her. I would give all my material belongings for her, including this house, if I were forced to choose only one thing on this Earth to keep.”
Sawyer stood staring at Kerian, astounded and wordless at the sheer love he was exuding while talking about his slave. Kerian caressed Ciara’s cheek causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. Ciara’s beautiful Asian eyes were dark and unfathomable, and the look shared between the two was compelling and magnetic.
“Ciara makes the most amazing love, Sawyer. Not to say my Julia doesn’t either. And their obedience is unsurpassed,” Kerian stated, gliding his fingertips down Julia’s spine. “Ciara’s training is nearly complete and she’ll make someone a very lucky Master someday. I’m a very blessed man to have found such devotion and sexual prowess in not only one, but two women. I’ll be sad to see Ciara go, but such is the fate of training - to learn to satisfy, be gratified, and then set free to journey the path of BDSM and enjoy all the wonders held within this lifestyle.”
Sawyer wondered when his time would come to be set free and what things awaited him. Would he find ‘the one’ submissive that was right for him? Perhaps even a slave? He had no idea.