Fuck me, this might be the hardest relationship I’ll ever have.
“I’ve sponsored you,” I tell her, deciding it's best to just get right to the fine print so I can carry on with the fun part. “This means that you are now a temporary member of this club. But we still need to come to an arrangement of our own.”
“Okay.”
“Would you like to belong to me?”
Her shoulders jump on an intake of breath and I find I’m holding my own breath, waiting for the words I’m suddenly desperate to hear.
“Yes, Dominus.”
Sweet Jesus, it’s more than I ever dared to hope for.
“You want me to be your Dominant, and you would like to explore taking a submissive role with me. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
I can barely hear past the rush of blood in my ears, but I continue because this is the most important step toward truly making her mine. “Until we both decide otherwise, you will not attend club events without me. You are not permitted to visit the club if I am not here, unless we’ve discussed such conditions prior, and I’ve given permission for you to do so.”
She nods as she hangs the crop back up on the wall, then trails her fingertips through the leather strands of a whip.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says, looking coyly over her shoulder. “Will you use these on me?”
“If that’s what you ask of your Dom.”
Her eyes remain on me for a moment, then she nods and continues perusing.
I take this moment to retreat to my desk and power up my computer. “Were you provided with an activity list, things we might explore together?”
I have everything she filled out tonight in a dedicated folder—each member of the club has their own designated file, accessible only by admin and a few high-ranking staff members. In this case, because I have sponsored Sutton and she is to be my submissive, I have access to her file. But though I know she’s completed every form and am currently looking at them on my screen, it’s good practice to confirm these things verbally. It gets both Doms and subs in the habit of speaking openly.
“Yes.” She turns back to face me, then settles into the seat across the desk from me.
“How are you feeling?”
She smiles, lighting up the room. “Good.”
“Nervous?”
She swallows, then rubs her lips together and gives me a subtle nod.
“Words.”
“Yes. A little.”
I nod. “That’s normal. Listen to your body. We can stop at any time.”
Her eyes widen and I smirk behind my mask.
“I’m not stopping unless you say the word.”
“Okay.” She opens her mouth again, then closes it.
“Speak.”
“Will you ever take off your mask?”
