The Induction

New Dawning International Bookfair Presents Book Two of

Master of Subservience By

Kayden McLeod Copyright © 2012 Kayden McLeod

The Induction Chapter One Daniel

Daniel slipped quietly out of his bedroom at the mistress' house, leaving Bethany content in the arms of sleep. Before he pulled the door closed, he took a quick peek at her, sprawled in his king-size bed, her naked body shrouded in his silk sheets. He strolled down the hallway to the mistress’ office. They both rose early so he knew she'd be up. As he passed one of the rooms, moans from a couple having a morning romp reached his ears. Further, down the hall, a rhythmic banging hinted at a headboard getting a good workout. The lazy indulgence of the house's occupants would continue throughout the day. No one had much to do, as the preparations for this Saturday's biannual event wouldn't begin until tomorrow. It was a rather huge function, with all of Madam Clairette's friends and associates invited for a formal dinner, then a ball and "gettogether." Madam Clairette's version of formality. But soon enough, the excitement would ignite and spread. Every submissive and dominant, even the household staff would glow with anticipation. And Bethany would see just how close a family this household could be. Daniel stopped at the wide double-doors of Madam Clairette's office and knocked softly. “Come in.”

He opened the door, and crossed the threshold. The mistress looked up from the mess of papers on her desk, smiling at the sight of him. "Daniel, it's good to see you up." "Good morning, mistress." He walked to the chair. "I have to say this, my dear boy, Bethany is an absolute delight! She is a sweet thing for the most part, but the fire inside her pleases me. She's very respectful and astute, unlike so many of the girls who come my way. She wants to learn, and understands there is a process. I just know she will flourish in so many ways." "I've always believed that." Daniel looked away, biting his lip. Madam Clairette’s lighthearted charm dimmed. "Speak, my boy. I know you want to. You have something on your mind, and it isn't like you to hold your tongue." "She told me you've chosen Keegan as her master. Isn't he a little harsh for her?" Madam Clairette folded her hands on her desk. "You wanted it to be you." "I’m hoping…" Daniel trailed off, knowing it wasn't his decision what happened during Bethany's training. He understood that fact before the interview, but he still hoped. "To select you above all my doms would've been a conflict of interest, Daniel. You have a very deep, personal relationship with her, I respect and adore. I’m thankful that she makes you so very happy. Your eyes shine when you speak of her." The mistress shifted forward and rested her chin on her fists. "But that isn't all of it. Yesterday, I saw Bethany for what she really is. I sense what she needs. A master like Keegan will take complete control from her, and give her what she needs by breaking her. Just as any true submissive, above all things, requires. Not only that, but Keegan will show her how a master of this house should act, if she chooses to switch from bottom to top. He will not allow her any delusions, nor will

he coddle her like you would. He will not hesitate in the areas you haven't grown into yet." "You seem very sure about your selection." Daniel stared at the floor, hands clasped at his back. "Daniel?" "Hmm?" "Look at me," the mistress said softly. With reluctance, Daniel compiled. Her sharp gaze suggested she could see into his soul. "Tell me, this anxiety you feel—is it concern for Bethany, or are your own issues overshadowing this conversation?" "I don't know what you mean." "Come now, my boy. Have we resorted to lying to one another? We are above such petty instances." Madam Clairette sighed, but he’d barely tapped into her well of patience. "Keegan is the one who broke you when you first came here. His strength and techniques overcame you?" Daniel's cheeks burned. Should he say the words he never allowed himself to utter aloud, except when he stared at himself in the mirror, alone? To admit while he'd craved his master, at the same time, he’d been repelled by Keegan's methods? Such disrespect to one's dom wasn't acceptable. "Whatever you say will stay within these four walls, Daniel. I swear it. This is just between you and me. Not Bethany, or Keegan—no one. Have I ever betrayed your trust?" "No, Mistress." "Then, let's talk about this." His mouth opened with a quick retort, then thought better of it. He took a breath. "Keegan is too much, too soon. One day, I was just me, and the next, the

round peg being forced into a square hole. The demands he made of me broke me alright, and not in the right way. He both tantalized and terrified me with every breath I took. And if I failed…" "He punished you." Daniel looked up to see the sympathy in her eyes. He remembered when he'd come here. As did she. "Do you know why, even when you came to me wanting to be a master, I decided to make you a bottom first?" He never asked. He wanted to be here, with his friends, and he would've been anything the mistress asked—even a submissive, something he had no desire to be. His personality never worked in a submissive role. Daniel shook his head. “No, why?” "Because you needed to see what it’s like to be dominated before I released you on anyone. You had too much fire—but not like Bethany's. While I love so much about you, you possessed arrogance, almost a God complex, which I had to extinguish. If permitted, I could see it spiral out of control, and you would take someone too far. If a submissive craves something that isn’t good for them, emotionally or physically, you wouldn't hesitate, you wouldn't think, and break one of my rules. To be a responsible master in this house, you have to understand those in your care. I knew Keegan would teach you that lesson better than anyone else. Yes, he may've been harsh—as he is likely to do—but it did the trick with you, didn't it? Your fire changed and matured with you. You became a well-rounded dominant, who will seek to take control, but not push the too-fine limit. A responsibility and control you must have." Daniel nodded. This made sense to him, put like this. But now he felt too soft, opposed to too hard. Would there ever be a middle ground? "I am not master enough for my girlfriend, anymore."

"So you think my decision set you back in your path of dominance?" "Hasn't it?" "No. As I've said, Keegan trained you in ways you needed to be. Now, you're in a transition period to find yourself. You will find balance, dear. The dom you are meant to be. You couldn’t know this, but both Keegan and I are proud of how far you've come. Keegan showing you by example with Bethany, might be the key to unlocking the last piece inside of you." The mistress tilted her head to one side and studied him. "So you really think Keegan is a good choice?" "The absolute best. You just wait and see—alright?" Daniel smiled, unsure of his level of confidence being any higher than when he’d walked in. "Yes, Mistress." "Then, off you go. Keegan will be retrieving Bethany shortly, and I want you to be there for her training." Madam Clairette bent over her desk and took his hand. "I admire you, Daniel, for finding yourself a woman who you can be your complete self with, and allow the same of her. You care enough to watch her back when I've seen many relationships fail because of petty jealousies, or they couldn't handle these kind of decisions. You and Bethany are very special, trusting and understanding people." "We've talked a lot about it, and learned from one another well. I don't think I could've found a better woman." Daniel paused. His eyes burned again, but not a single tear fell. His sincerity showed when he spoke next. "Thank you, mistress, for understanding—for always being there, and for believing in me." Madam Clairette blinked back tears. She walked around her desk and hugged him, her voice thick when she spoke, "You would do the same for me, and anyone else under this roof. You are a true blessing to us all. Never hesitate to ask anything of me—you know you will always have what you need here."

Chapter Two Daniel stared at his feet while he walked back to his room, humming a tune he only half remembered. Dazed after he’d bared his soul to the one woman who could read him better than any human alive, he didn’t know what his next move should be. "Hello, Daniel." A deep masculine voice penetrated his little slice of the world. He stopped short. His gaze met with a set of brilliant cerulean eyes. "Good morning, Keegan." Daniel hadn't meant the greeting to sound so stiff and formal, but his time as Keegan's submissive instilled certain things into Daniel's mind. At least now, he could finally call him by his given name instead of master. "Bethany is still sleeping," Keegan stated, not asking a question. The slight note of disproval, to which Daniel had become accustomed, was obvious. Nonetheless, Daniel stiffened. "I turned off the alarm, and allowed her to sleep, while I went to see Madam Clairette." Keegan smirked. "Undermining me already, Daniel?" "How do you figure?" "I don't have to be there, to know why you went. You don't want me as Bethany's master—I knew this would be the case the moment our mistress told me of her intentions." Keegan leaned against the wall. "And in a way—as a man—I get that. But as a member of this household, I demand you readjust your attitude. Either we are accomplices in Bethany's training, or the training does not take place at all. So, let me make this very clear from the get go, and do not mistake me.

Bethany needs to understand the food-chain the moment I walk through the door, with no mistakes. Training is black and white. I am the master. Bethany is the submissive. You are the observer. Should there be any mixing of those roles, I will wash my hands of all of it—no questions, no offensives or defenses. It's over. Are we clear?" Daniel sighed. "Quite." "Good." Keegan clapped his hand on Daniel's back. Though his voice maintained the undercurrent of authority, his stern expression gentled—a rare occurrence. "I understand a lot more than you think, and I promise you, I will know should Bethany cross a line. Whether she mentions it or not. If you continue to feel uncomfortable, you can talk to me in private. But please refrain in front of my new bottom. I don’t plan to shut you out—I want you to know that." "Understood." "Shall we begin then? Madam Clairette would like Bethany to attend tonight's dinner party. I would like to prepare her a little, even though she won't be subject to the same things as the rest of us are, and especially before Saturday when the real wolves descend and Bethany is subjected to the full lifestyle." "Right this way." Daniel went to open the door and Keegan stopped him. "Dan, you aren't my submissive anymore. Our conversation is nothing more than one master to another, friend to friend. That's all. I don't expect you to bow to me in any way, only to respect my part in Bethany's life." Daniel cocked his head to one side, knowing he flirted with fire. "And if I wanted to slip into another role?" Keegan blinked, the only show Daniel's words had any effect on him at all. A certain delight entered his eyes. "You were a great pleasure to break—an exotic taste I rarely get the chance to experience. And if that is what you want, say the word. Until then, we're cool with how things are."

Keegan followed too close as Daniel reentered his bedroom, as if to tease him. His heart beat just a little faster, as he felt the man's eyes on his back.

Chapter Three Bethany still lay in bed, just as Daniel left her, a blonde angel in sleep. Granted, a naked one, but angelic nonetheless. Her vivid blue eyes blinked open. Her full, dark pink lips tugged into a smile when she spotted Daniel. But then she saw Keegan, and her eyes widened, sitting up faster than a coiled spring. The silk sheet fell from her full breasts, crowned with rosy nipples. Sideswept bangs partially obscured her expression. Bethany stilled like a deer caught in headlights. "Get up, submissive. And greet your master properly," Keegan said in a low, husky voice. After a second of hesitation, Bethany slowly moved to the edge of the bed. Daniel winced. He would've allowed this impertinence, so Bethany wouldn't know she did wrong. When Keegan smirked, Bethany cocked her head, looking him right in the eye. Daniel looked at the floor, and bit his lip. At that moment, he understood exactly why Madam Clairette chose Keegan to break Bethany. While she acted as a submissive, she still didn't understand the extent of what she should be doing, and how she should react—but she would. He saw the flash of that knowledge in Keegan's eyes. "Kneel before me, sub. And be quick about it this time," Keegan barked. The coiled muscles in his shoulders and back well defined through his tee. Bethany obeyed, knowing well enough to stare at the floor as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her thighs parallel with his calves.

"I can see you lack in areas, but we'll fix that." Keegan crossed his arms, his thick-as-tree-trunk biceps bulging. His long, tapered fingers tapped the elbow of his other arm. "Let's start off with the basics. I speak, you listen. Only my words mean anything to you now. That means when I give an order, you immediately obey without question or complaint. You do not speak unless spoken to, and only if I give permission first. The answers will be as short as possible. If I am displeased with how you handle yourself or disobey me, there will be a punishment of my choosing." "Like a spanking?" Bethany said with humor. Daniel’s brow cocked. Another mistake. Mistake number two. Daniel knew that had been a test. And her first punishment would soon follow. "Did I ask you to speak?" Keegan said. A test. Would she answer him? Bethany shut her mouth and kept it that way. He reached out, and ran his fingers down her tousled hair. "Daniel, would you please get my backpack I left in the hallway?" "Of course." Daniel retrieved the package, handling the bag with care when exchanging hands. He had only a vague idea what would be in the bag. With Keegan, one could only be so sure about what tricks would come out. Keegan pulled out a collar with shiny spikes protruding from the collar at regular intervals, reminiscent of something a Rottweiler would wear. Also, a fivefoot leash. Without saying a word, he lifted Bethany's hair from her neck, coiled the collar around her neck, and attached the leash. With flashing blue eyes, he straightened. Bethany stared up at him with a "Now what?" look clearly etched on her face. That was as good as actually speaking the words themselves.

Keegan's smile turned predatory. He reached to yank down his shorts, allowing his already stiff cock to bounce free. His hand clutched in her hair the same moment he said in a husky voice, "Suck it." He pulled her closer, and she opened her mouth to accept the thick girth. She moaned low in her throat as she took more of him. Daniel's lips parted at the sight, feeling his own shaft twitch while Bethany worked Keegan. Keegan's hips surged every once in a while. Daniel knew personally Bethany's skill combined with erotic eagerness would bring the best man to his knees— something no master would ever be caught doing. This gave Daniel a spark of selfsatisfaction as Keegan struggled not to react overly much. Even so, the lack of control showed in Keegan's white knuckles bunched at the back of her blonde locks, the subtle shudders going down his spine. He lost himself, allowing Bethany's hands to steal up his thighs, stopping right underneath his ass to pull him in faster, deeper. A proper submissive wouldn't have done so without the master's permission. And Keegan didn't seem to notice. Daniel knew the moment Keegan orgasmed. His mouth opened, nothing coming out save a strangled moan. When Bethany slowly retreated off his softening cock, she licked her lips, looking up at her master for approval. The fire in his eyes gave her just that. "And now, for breakfast," Keegan said, unable to catch his breath.

Chapter Four Daniel followed Keegan at a leisurely pace, while the master swaggered with confidence. He watched contently how Bethany's ass rolled, while she crawled down the hallway. Her toned body was sheathed in a mid-thigh length silk dress. The black material rode up her legs, revealing a choice portion of her backside for Daniel's greedy attention. "Are you going to the party on Saturday as a Master, or guest?" Keegan's voice stayed conversational when he spoke to Daniel. As if this was any other day. Keegan's large fist gripped a thick nylon leash attached to a collar around Bethany's neck. Bethany's head turned just enough that Keegan didn't notice her action. He hadn't given permission to, but Daniel knew she awaited his answer. "Not sure yet. Madam Clairette will let me know, I'm sure. You?" Keegan grinned. "I'll be looking after Bethany, of course." The house's inhabitants began to enter the dining room with increasing frequency. They took notice of Bethany with curiosity and hopeful lust. Their interest increased with every confident movement she made. Keegan's hand trailed down her back in an absent manner, a subtle mark of territory. He sat at the head of the table—his regular place. Bethany rested on her knees and the balls of her feet, her hand flat on the oriental rug to steady her. Luke walked in from the kitchen. He stared at the floor, until he got to his seat, to Keegan's right. He folded his hands in his lap and looked no one in the eye.

Keegan's gaze flicked to Luke for a brief instant, before he reached for the morning paper the maids left at his setting every morning. "How are you this morning, Sub?" "Good, Master." Luke's hushed tone came out hoarse, though pleasant to the ear. "Your evening went well?" Keegan's lips pursed before they stretched into a smirk. "Not as fine as this morning. Bethany is a spitfire waiting to ignite, and I am eager to begin." Daniel sat at Keegan's left, leaned back in the chair and cracked his neck. The slight pressure in his head eased. A few masters strolled in, with their subs trailing behind them. Some of them knelt on the floor in the same way as Bethany. Others sat in chairs. When everyone settled, Madam Clairette strolled into the room like a refreshing ocean breeze, bringing smiles to several faces. The mistress let her hiplength black hair fall around her, in a thick, shiny cape. Her unadorned face was fresh and bright—only at events or meetings did she wear makeup—and she wore a thin dress made of silk, with no bra beneath. Her high, ample breasts swayed with the slow rhythm of her step. "Good morning, my lovelies." Madam Clairette looked at each in turn and finally at Keegan. "Did Bethany make it down?" Daniel bit his lip when Bethany raised her face over the high table to look the Mistress in the eye. Keegan let the directness slide, and petted her loose blonde locks. Bethany pressed into the caress. Keegan's perpetual smirk softened, and Daniel released a sigh of relief. "She is ready to learn, quite eager for attention." "Very good. Nice to see you my dear." The maids brought the food into the dining room, and served everyone a full bounty of plump maple sausage, their choice of eggs, and hash browns cooked to

just the right, browned texture, smelling of white onion, garlic and rosemary. Their glasses contained either orange or apple juice, cups filled with coffee hinted with caramel crème and cinnamon. Keegan, along with the masters who had their subs on the floor, received a larger portion than the rest, as custom. He picked up his knife and fork with impeccable manners, as he sliced into a sausage. He picked up a bite size piece, then shifted to Bethany. Unbidden, Bethany parted her lips, so Keegan could place the sausage in her mouth. She licked his fingertips with a slow stroke. "Naughty girl." Keegan's voice turned hoarse. His face promised retaliation. Technically, she hadn't done anything he could punish her for, and she knew it. Daniel knew this game too well. Bethany could be the perfect submissive, but she would push boundaries to the point of breaking them, once she understood the rules. Granted, Daniel's old master could be a strict man, but soon Bethany would learn his tells and the house rules. Then, there'd be erotic hell to pay for them all. Bethany pushed backward, the movement simple, although every man in the room observed her with longing. Her lush, toned body made everything she did a pure joy to watch. The sounds of forks on china met quiet conversations on both sides of room. An excited buzz started. Even though the big-bang party would be Saturday, there'd be the more intimate gathering this eve. Keegan snapped his paper to reveal the crisp lines when she leaned against his thigh. Madam Clairette didn't miss Keegan's reaction. Daniel could read her amusement as she watched the pair. Keegan didn't look up from the news. "How is the bi-annual event coming along?"

Conversations hushed to listen to the Mistress, whatever she might say. "Splendid! I think this one will be far better than the one earlier this year." Another Master sat up straighter—a known opportunist. He constantly bragged that sitting on Madam Clairette's left made him more important than any other, except Patricia, the mistress' leading female Master, who sat at her right—a self imagined fantasy on Matt's part. Keegan sat at the other head of the table, where the Madam Clairette's late husband once reigned in this dining room. No one could sit there, not even in Keegan’s absence. Daniel hid his sneer behind his napkin when Matt leaned over his breakfast plate to get closer to Madam Clairette. Keegan snickered. "Whatever you have planned will be as extraordinary as the last bi-annual, if not more so, Mistress," Matt said. Madam Clairette glowed with pride and patted Matt's hand. She didn't respond to him, and went back to the meal. Keegan continued to feed Bethany, who took each morsel with a delicate flare. Her gaze only strayed from Keegan or Daniel, to the mistress, as if, for her, no one else in the room existed. And the other Masters did quite a bit to get her attention. “Quicker than I expected,” Keegan muttered. “What?” Daniel said. "Matt seeks to take Bethany from me. I've caught him taking sly glances at our sub twice now, and like the sleaze he is, when I catch him, he looks the other way, as if I am too stupid to notice." Matt whispered into the mistress' ear, and his gaze cut to Keegan every so often. But Madam Clairette didn't look happy about whatever he said. Daniel tittered. "Fat chance." Then he straightened. "Unless you wanted to…"

Bethany whimpered. "Please, no." Keegan reached down to cup her chin, then kissed her on the lips. "No talking unless spoken to first, my submissive. Or I'll put you over my knee right here." Bethany had the decency to blush. She shifted to sit on her butt on the floor, and she laid her head in Daniel's lap with a contented smile. "Shall we retire to the parlor?" Keegan stood, leash in hand. Luke rose without having to be told. "Of course." Daniel pushed his chair back. "Mistress, we are going to begin Bethany's training and perhaps, have some fun." The twinkle in Keegan's eye promised more fun than work. Madam Clairette broke off Matt mid-sentence with a causal wave of her hand. "Yes, of course, dear. Bethany, darling, do come see me later this afternoon. I want to see how you're feeling about everything so far." Bethany rolled her head back to watch Keegan's discreet nod, which indicated his permission for her to speak. "Yes, Mistress." "By the way, your things will be delivered before the morning is out. I hired help, who packed up your belongings, like we discussed yesterday, but do tell me if there is anything else they forgot you need immediately. I can send someone to fetch the item, or have it for you by this evening." "Thank you, mistress." "Off with you then, my preciouses."

Chapter Five Keegan sat like a king of his castle in an oversized club chair, his thick-soled leather boots propped on the coffee table in front of him. Bethany knelt in beside him, hands on her knees, her expression blank as she stared at the floor. Luke sat cross-legged on the opposite side, on the floor. Daniel reclined on the long sectional couch, facing Keegan. "Matt is going to cause a problem." Keegan threw his head back and laughed. "The pipsqueak doesn't have anything on me. Trust me. Clairette isn't going to take our girl from me." Daniel nodded. He knew better than to think twice about his old master’s power in this house. But Matt could cause problems no one needed. As they left, the conniving son-of-a-bitch had the balls to shoot them a calculating look at their party. Didn’t he understand the forces he went up against in Keegan? He strung an arm over his face. His breath huffed from his lungs. "Bethany," Keegan whispered. "I believe your boyfriend needs some stress relief. What do you think?" "I agree, Master." Bethany's soft, sultry voice stayed demure. "Then you oblige him by giving him a blow-job worthy of your preceded stature. The sound of rustling cloth met Daniel's ears. He didn't remove his arm to watch Bethany's approach, but his cock swelled all the same. In fact, he felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin.

Her hand ran up his thigh. The feathered touch ended at his belt, which she removed faster than he could process. She yanked his jeans down to his mid-thigh, and released his straining erection. His shaft bounced when her heated breath worked over the smooth head. Her tongue touched him and his entire body jerked. "Don't tease him, Sub," Keegan said. Daniel removed his arm from over his face, and met Keegan's eager gaze. Luke twitched, but his head didn't rise from his vigilant observation of the carpet's fibers. Daniel's attention shifted to Bethany when her mouth closed over him. On impact, his hips pushed him up into her mouth. Her tongue made a leisurely circle. She rose up on her knees, to gain a better purchase. Her throat worked as she took him deeper. "Harder, Sub. Make him scream for me." Keegan pushed his upper body from the chair's back, to rest his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together. Bethany's mouth tightened around him, and she swallowed more of him. When her lips met his groin, Daniel shuddered. His lungs struggled to keep up with his frequent, harsh intakes of air. His vision went blurry. His balls constricted, got heavy and ached. His girlfriend knew him too well—exactly how to tease him. She used every ounce of her understanding on him, for her Master's benefit. But, Daniel wasn't the screaming type. A loud groan, yes, but a scream? Not so much. Keegan got tired of waiting. "Mount him, Sub." Daniel turned his head in time to see Keegan undo his zipper. He stroked his enormous cock, the engorged head a shade of purple beneath the silky skin. Veins drew a map over his shaft, thick with blood.

Keegan caught Daniel's observing him, while Bethany's mouth pleasured him. With a wicked smile, he reached out to grab Luke's head, who didn't fight him. Luke allowed his mouth to be led to Keegan's eager shaft. A stab of remembrance went through Daniel. He too had been in the same place Luke currently resided. He remembered the salty taste of having Keegan in his mouth, the feel of him pushing himself in and out. The sight of the Master's head thrown back as he snapped orders of how he wanted to be pleased, made Daniel wonder if he'd feel the sensation again. Bethany stood up at his side, blocking his view. Her blonde hair flicked out when she turned her head to see what he watched. From her profile, she saw fire light in her eyes as she viewed the men together. Daniel's gaze raked down her body like a homing beacon, right to her moist clit. "You're not obeying me, Sub." Keegan pushed Luke further down his cock, and his throat readily accepted the mass. He groaned, as if he enjoyed this just as much, if not more than his master. With shaky hands, Daniel slipped a condom from his pocket. Bethany helped him put the sheath on him. Bethany gripped Daniel's shaft, then swung her legs over his torso, and tucked her calf between him and the couch. Keeping one foot on the floor, her pussy hovered right above him, and the muscles in his stomach clenched as she dropped herself down over him. With her so wet, he slid inside of her in one smooth move. Her channel erupted with small quakes as he drove further. He growled as the damp material of her clothing covered his view of him entering her. His hands ripped the offensive cloth. The flimsy shoulder straps

snapped, allowing the ruined gown to pool around her waist, where he ripped it completely off. Trembling above him, she must've seen something on his face, which mirrored the sexual desperation he felt come to a peak inside of him. Being inside of her, Keegan being inside of Luke, both did something to him. He fucked Bethany more than once this past day, but their romps had done nothing to slake his hunger. He took hold of her hips, and thrusted upward, brutal in his need, but he loved her. The lips of her mouth parted to release a ragged moan, matched only by the joyous sounds Keegan made behind her. Her body started to move with his, as wild for release as he. Aided by her previous oral expertise, he knew he'd come in no time. He felt the blood pool low in his body as he reached for her large breasts, and deep pink nipples. She fell down on top of him, to nip his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around her ass, and ground up into her. The first shot of his orgasm burst from him and he groaned. Her body primed to come… "Get off him," Keegan yelled at Bethany. "If you can't follow the simple order I gave you." After a long moment, Bethany reared off him. Her dazed eyes shifted to her Master. Keegan's other sub resumed his position at his Master's feet. Luke had a huge smile on his face. Bethany stood naked and barefoot in the center of Madam Clairette's parlor. A group of men passed by in the hallway, and several gawked at her with open mouths. She didn't register anything other than her Master, but one glare from Keegan made them scurry away just as fast as being verbally chastised. "Come here." Keegan pointed to the small spot between him and Luke. He relaxed into the chair as Bethany compiled. "Lay over my knees, stomach down."

Bethany's face displayed her confusion as she did as told. Once she settled, her breasts hung free, past Keegan's thigh. Her ass faced Luke. The silence shattered when Keegan's hand flew down to smack her butt. His palm caved at the right second, so he achieved maximum contact. Bethany bit her lip in an effort not to cry out. The second one came down harder. Daniel's cock twitched again. He enjoyed giving or watching a good spanking. The activity wasn't necessarily sexual, but more basic, and an event that happened often in this household. Some occupants didn't have sex with anyone, at any time. For many people, fetishes like spanking, age play, or pony play replaced sex for an orgasmic pleasure. Those people wore one of Madam Clairette's orange bangles on their arms to signify what they would not do: a plain and simple approach to ensuring no one had to deal with unwanted harassment. The two sides under the Mistress' wing, both readily accepted this practice. Those who adored fetish on its own. And those who mixed sex and pain/threat of pain. Keegan had an intent look about him as Bethany squirmed, and to her credit, she didn't make a peep of protest—at first. As the punishment continued, he would allow a finger to wander between her ass cheeks, to stroke her soaked clit. Before she could register what he'd done, he would spank her again. After the third time he repeated the gesture, she cried out. "You don't deserve to moan, Sub. You can't make your own boyfriend scream for you, then you aren't granted the privilege." She clamped her lips together, and Keegan grinned with a plain evil edge. Daniel witnessed this look on Keegan's face a million times. He knew how far his old Master would drive his girlfriend, all too well. And this was only the beginning.

Bethany's butt cheeks turned a cherry red, which warred with her reddened face as she fought not to scream. Her hips shifted back and forth, a hypnotic rhythm Luke watched from the corner of his eyes. Just when anxiety began to plunge into Daniel's hot, lust-filled world, Keegan winked at him. This made him take a closer look at Bethany. A really close one. No matter how far Keegan pushed her, no matter how ruthless he got, Bethany loved the dominance. By now, Daniel would've caved. Bethany never complained, her small noises and erotic movements, enticing him to push her to new limits. Bethany isn't me. She wants different things. Letting your own fears and insecurities ruin this for her, would be cruel. He relaxed with this realization. He understood all too well the concept of diversity. He would get over what he couldn't handle. And when he examined himself, deep down inside, he found trust for Keegan, and his methods. Keegan pushed people to their limits, then past them, to break them. The definition of true dominance. "Sub," Keegan spoke to Luke, who snapped to attention. "Lick her pussy." With a quick grin of satisfaction, Luke darted forward. His face disappeared between her thighs, but the soft, wet sounds started. Bethany lurched forward, but she still didn't make a sound. Keegan's hand thundered on the cheeks of her ass, harder than any other. Her legs parted, as if her strength left her. Her head tilted forward and Daniel thought she must be hiding her face. But then Keegan yelped. Daniel sat up. "What?" "The little minx bit me!" Keegan's eyes went wide as silver dollars. Daniel burst out in laughter. Luke's face reappeared with triumph written all over his features. "She also came."

"Well, Keegan, I'm sure Mistress would be just delighted to hear that both your subs are disrespecting your position." Everyone looked over to see Matt in the doorway. He leaned on the frame, with his muscular arms folded over his broad chest. Keegan's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" "One sub biting you, the other speaking without permission. Tisk, tisk." Matt waggled a finger at him. "Is the all-powerful Master losing his edge? An old horse, ready to be put to pasture, if you ask me." Bethany, with an elegant movement shifted around until she sat in Keegan's lap. Luke draped an arm over her thighs. Along with Daniel, they stared at Matt. "No one asked you," Keegan said with complete nonchalance. "You don't think anyone else is thinking it? How long have you been with the Mistress now? Six years? Perhaps, it's time for someone else, someone younger to stand by Madam Clairette's side. Especially, to handle new cases, such as the beautiful and ample Bethany." Keegan went to respond, but Bethany laid a hand on his forearm. He froze, and then gave a nod: a silent permission to speak. "I wouldn't let you touch me, even if you consider yourself the best Master here—which by the way, you pale in comparison to those in my company, and both have a hand in my continued training. Keegan is hand selected by the mistress—or perhaps you don't trust her judgment? So, stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat, or a whore. I am neither. I don't fuck anything that crosses my path. I bed only who I chose to, whether it's a member of this house, or Madam Clairette's outside visitors. I am in this for the enjoyment and freedom to finally live how I want to live. You and your haughty attitude can go stuff it somewhere else." "Control your sub, Keegan," Matt snapped.

Bethany smirked. "I'm off the clock. If you don't get out of here, I'll clean yours. Got it?" Matt's jaw dropped at the threat of Bethany decking him. Daniel sputtered with laughter. Keegan and Luke both hid smiles. Clapping sounded from the hall. Madam Clairette rounded the corner. Matt reeled back, and inclined his head. "Mistress, welcome." "Welcome I may be, however, you are not. I already told you, Matthew, Bethany belongs to Keegan and Daniel, until she chooses otherwise. How dare you think you can interrupt their activities with your banter. I will see you in my office in five minutes. We need to have a little chat." Matt looked chastised, but Daniel wasn't fooled. "Yes, mistress." He didn't move. "Now, scoot." Madam Clairette made a pushing motion with her hands. He scrambled from the room as fast as a cat being chased with a broom would. "I'm sorry you had to overhear that, Mistress." Keegan tracked Madam Clairette's progress across the room. She stopped at his side. Matt would never match his devotion as Keegan looked up at her face. They had a special relationship—one no other person could match for the other. The inferior Master could never touch Keegan, for that fact alone. "Do not be sorry. None of you did a thing wrong. Matt has become increasingly aggravating. Something drastic will be done. I keep hoping the eloquent, fine man who entered this house for the first time would return, but instead, his arrogance increases." Madam Clairette brushed a hand over Bethany's hair, as she leaned down to kiss Keegan's cheek. "Bethany, I am so pleased to have, well, overheard—that you're happy with your situation." "Very much, Mistress, thank you."

Madam Clairette smiled a soft, familiar smile everyone grew to love, and craved to see often. "Excellent. Your belongings arrived and the maids put them away. When do you have to be at work tomorrow?" "Three p.m., Mistress. And it should be fine. I can drive my car." Daniel smiled. Bethany decided to keep her part-time job, even after acceptance into the household. Many subs and doms held outside jobs. They didn’t pay to live here or for the adventures they had, nor did they get paid. The Mistress cherished having the likeminded around her. Simple as that. "Excellent. Lots of time to rest up after the intimate gathering this eve. There are so many people I want you to meet! We'll have great fun." Bethany beamed. "Oh, yes, Mistress, we will! And thank you again, for everything you continue to do for me." Madam Clairette touched Bethany's cheek. "I just want you to be happy with yourself and who you are, just like anyone else I welcome into my home. You all are the children I've always wanted, but wasn't fortunate enough to have. Every one of you brings me such joy in your discoveries of yourself and each other. I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world." She straightened. "Now, if you will please excuse me, I have a rogue dominant who needs a tongue lashing of a verbal sort." Their mistress left with a twinkle in her eye, but a grimace set to her mouth. Who knew what Matt had in store for his future?

The End

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