He walked back into the garage. Ron must have taken to the submissive introduced to him by Dena, as he had her bound to a wooden bench. Unlike William, Ron was using only his hands. Daniel planned to introduce toys at their next training session, so until then, he was restricted to working with his hands. However, judging by the sub’s moans, he was doing well with his limited resources.
Daniel knew he needed to work his way upstairs, but he hesitated. Sasha would be up there with Peter and he knew his thoughts would drift to Julie if he saw her best friend and business partner.
Like your thoughts aren’t already on her.
He didn’t know Sasha all that well. What he knew came mostly from other Dominants who’d played with her. She was friendly, but had a slight insolence about her that would require a certain type of Dominant to control. He hoped Peter would be the type to do it.
Julie, though, while being strong-willed, wouldn’t be considered insolent. There was a fine line between the two. Some Dominants enjoyed walking that line; he just wasn’t one of them.
He stopped in the kitchen on his way to the stairs to have a glass of water and spent a few minutes chatting with the people hanging out. A young Dominant asked for advice on a scene he was planning and Daniel set up a time to talk with him early the next week.
After making it upstairs, he first checked on Kelly and her caning session. The Domme had finished, it seemed. Her submissive for the evening was kneeling at her feet and she had her hands in his hair, whispering something to him. He gazed up at her with worshipful eyes, seemingly oblivious to the massive erection he sported.
Daniel knew Kelly; he’d watched her play before. The caning might be over, but she was far from finished. Another night, he might have stayed and watched, but his Dungeon Monitor duties dictated he move on.
In the next room, Peter had Sasha bound to a padded table. She was on her back, spread-eagle, while Peter stood at her side with a crop. Jeff stood by observing, and Daniel joined him.
“All good with the closed door,” he told him. “How’s Peter doing?”
“Competent.”
Daniel nodded and the two men watched the scene before them for a few minutes. More people trickled into the room, as part of the play at the party was being allowed to observe other couples. When it became more crowded, Daniel caught Jeff’s eye and motioned his head toward the hallway.
Jeff followed him and they went downstairs.
“Listen,” Daniel said. “I wanted to thank you for trusting me yesterday at the meeting. I know it wasn’t totally by the book, but it was the best thing for the situation.”
“I trust you know what you’re doing.” Jeff’s voice was deep and rough. “But she was an unknown to me. I was looking out for you.”
“I appreciate that, but I know Julie and I knew there wasn’t anything to worry about.” He wondered how much to share with Jeff. Technically, he didn’t owe Jeff any explanations, but he respected the guy.
“She came with Sasha,” Jeff stated.
“Sasha’s her best friend and business partner. Julie is . . . new in her interest in our lifestyle. I feared having an unknown Dom listening to the conversation might be too much.”
“That’s why she’s not here tonight?”
“Yes, but she decided on her own not to come. Probably a good thing since Sasha’s busy and I’m DM.”
Jeff gave a curt nod.
Maybe next month, though, Daniel thought. If everything went well and Julie was still interested, he would ask her to attend. He wouldn’t be DM, so he could be by her side while she took everything in. He imagined whispering to her as they watched a scene. Maybe he’d take her back to his house after for some private time in his playroom. . . .
“Master Covington?”
He snapped back to attention at the sound of his name.
“Yes?” he asked the man who’d called out to him.
“There’s a scene in the garage I think you need to check out.”
“I’m coming.” As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder to Jeff. “Might want to find a sub and play. Next month you’ve got DM duty.”
FIVE
“So,” Sasha said late in the morning on Saturday. “You’re going out with him again?”
Julie had called her first thing when she woke up following a late night of Internet research. She finally felt ready to discuss submission with Sasha. Thankfully, even though Sasha had planned to spend the day with Peter, she’d rearranged her schedule to talk with her.
Sasha lived in a cozy, eclectically decorated apartment above the flower shop. Julie brought over muffins, since she knew Sasha probably didn’t have anything edible in her kitchen. The only thing Sasha made on a regular basis was coffee.
“I’m doing more than going out with him,” Julie answered, putting her blueberry muffin down and wiping her hands. They were sitting in Sasha’s living room, spread out on her couch. “I’m going to have dinner at his house.”
“Ohh . . . really? He has his own playroom, you know.”
“He does? In his house?”
“Yes.” Sasha hid a sly smile while she took a sip of coffee.
Something about the thought of that made Julie’s belly quiver with excitement. She wanted to see his playroom and wondered if he’d show it to her. She’d like to see if she could imagine herself in it, because she had a feeling she could. As it was, the more and more she thought about it, the more and more she believed she might like to see if she was submissive.
“Wow,” Sasha said.
“What?”
“No freak-out? I’m impressed.”
“I spent hours online last night reading up on all this stuff. It’s going to take a bit more than finding out Daniel has his own personal dungeon to freak me out.” She had no idea there was such a wide variety of kink out there. Her research had definitely been eye opening. Kind of made her feel like a virgin all over again. “But before we talk more about me, I have a few questions for you. Like, how did you find out you were a submissive?”
A big grin covered Sasha’s face and excitement filled her voice. “I’m so happy you’re finally admitting you’re curious. I’ve seen the way you look when I talk about it. I kind of thought you’d come around eventually.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Julie waved at her. “You’re always right. Now tell me how you knew.”
“Honestly”—Sasha’s forehead wrinkled—“I’ve known for a long time. The second guy I slept with restrained me with his hands while we had sex. I didn’t know what it was called at that point, I just knew it really turned me on. After that, vanilla sex just didn’t do it for me. I just drifted for a while, but finally found the group a few years ago and things got better after that.”
“From the little I saw, it looks like a good group.”
“Our group’s dynamics are a bit different from most. We have the senior members, who oversee everything, but we’re not like a club or anything. Mostly, it’s just known as a group with members who abide by certain guidelines. For a submissive, it helps ensure safety, knowing a Dominant can’t be a member unless they comply.”
Julie nodded. “That makes sense.”
“I guess it works that way for a Dominant, too. Knowing a submissive is serious about the lifestyle and follows group mandates.”
“Daniel said you had a meeting for just subs?”
“Yeah, if you want, you can go to one. It’s a good place for support and everyone’s real open. Chances are if you’re going through something, someone else has already been through it and can help.”
“We’ll see. I don’t want to jump into anything. I’d rather take it slow.”