“No.” I stood tall. “Or rather, that would’ve been my answer if you’d asked me that last week.” I sighed. “Truth is, I’m just going with what feels right.”
Ben turned to face me. “The only advice I can give is for you to follow this.” He patted his heart. “Not this.” He tapped his bald head. “And remember, there’s no box that we all fit perfectly in. Your heart wants what it wants.” Ben smirked. “Your body, too.”
“I don’t want to be dominated,” I admitted. “But I want Edge.”
“Then why would you think you’re anything but a Dominant?”
I shrugged. “I’m questioning it, I guess.”
“Well, don’t.” His tone was brusque. “Go with what your heart tells you.”
Another rap on the door had me turning to see Justin standing in the doorway.
“Hey. Need to borrow him for a minute,” he said, motioning toward Ben.
I grinned. The look in Justin’s eyes told me this had nothing to do with business.
“Give some thought to the apartment,” Ben said as he walked dutifully toward the door. “I’ll catch up with you on Monday.”
“Sure thing.” I grinned as Justin put his hand on the back of Ben’s neck and steered the man down the hallway.
Did I want that from Edge? For him to lead me around, command me?
No, deep down, I knew I didn’t.
Did I want him to fuck me?
Absolutely. Last night had been enlightening.
Did I mind being tied up? Tormented?
No. It was an interesting twist.
Did I want to bury myself deep inside him, to feel him give in to me the way I had to him?
Yeah. I fucking did.
Which answered the lingering question, resolved the doubt that had been hanging over me for the past couple of weeks.
No, I wasn’t a submissive. And I wasn’t a switch. I didn’t want to submit to Edge.
But I did want him. The same way I wanted Jamie, only different.
The question was, how would this play out?
And could all our needs be met in the long run?
THIRTEEN
EDGE
Tuesday, November 6, 2018
“BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR THE EVENING,” I informed the group of submissives kneeling before me, “I expect to have your limits list. Do not leave until you have it completed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Edge,” they said in unison.
“Good.” I motioned for Cambria to open the door. “I’d like to introduce you to your Masters.”
I paused for a moment as the training Masters walked into the room, my eyes grazing the submissives, ensuring no one looked up. They’d been instructed to keep their eyes down at all times, unless specifically told otherwise.
“Please take your places behind your submissive,” I instructed the trainers. “And place the blindfolds over your submissive’s eyes.”
Do not look at Jamie. Do not look at her. Harder than it sounds, huh?
I ignored the voice, observed everyone except for Jamie.
The eleven trainers—eight assigned to submissives, three on the panel alongside me—made their way across the room, stopping behind the submissive they’d been assigned to.
Gave her to Master Chaos, did you? Safe bet?
There were seven men and four women, all handpicked by me for this session. While we had more Masters at the club, I tended to utilize the same ones for training. And once or twice, I would shift them around, remove one, add another. No one took it personally because they all knew I was catering to the needs of the individual submissive. As for the panel, I rotated them out every class because I wanted the variety they each brought to the training. Plus, I respected their opinions and the panel would be the final decision-maker as to whether a submissive graduated or not, ultimately garnering membership to Dichotomy.
Once the blindfolds were in place, I asked the submissives to stand. Their assigned Dom assisted them to their feet, then turned them so that they were face-to-face.
I walked around the room, observing each person. “Your first task for tonight is to get to know your Dominant. Not only can you not see them, you’re not allowed to use taste or sound to identify. In a few minutes, all of the Masters will line up at the front of the room. You will be required to pick your Dominant using only touch and smell. Should you select incorrectly, the Dominant you’ve picked will be responsible for your punishment. So, I suggest you take your time and think it through. You have three minutes. Begin now.”
I walked through the room as the submissives began their quest to identify their Master by touch and scent alone. As I expected, most started with their hands, placing them on their Master’s head and working their way down. Knowing they’d do this, all four women had their hair pulled back into ponytails and all the men had left their hair unstyled so as not to give themselves away.
“Remember, this is your Master. You’ll be intimately acquainted with them. Do not limit yourself here.”
