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He'd eventually accepted that about himself after years in the community, but at first, he’d struggled with feeling like an imposter because he wasn’t hardcore. Funny enough, that had led to him being seen as something of a mentor by the other submissives as they went on their own journeys of kinky self-discovery.

Mistress Camille nodded thoughtfully.

“Then let’s get started, unless you have any objection?”

Freddy immediately shook his head. His excitement and anticipation jumped, happiness billowing through him.

“Good. Strip for me, then fold your clothes and put them next to the door to the bedroom. I’m going to find some toys to play with.” With that order given, she smiled beatifically at him and turned, heading for one of the cabinets.

Grinning, Freddy got to his feet.

Tonight was turning out to be so much more than he would have ever hoped it could be.

Chapter Three

Camille

With her back to Freddy, Camille took several slow, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

This felt easy. Too easy? Or was she just distrustful because everything had been such a struggle for so long? Or maybe it felt easy because she was finally able to relax and be herself. To embrace her dominant side and let it free again.

Hearing the rustle of clothing behind her as Freddy followed her instructions, she smiled and opened the wardrobe. She’d looked in it earlier, so she’d known it was full of toys, but she hadn’t looked too closely. Part of her hadn’t believed she would need to know what it contained.

The assortment was vast. Clamps of various sizes and tensions, insertables of all shapes and sizes, an entire basket full of lubes, cock cages, oils, masks, restraints… pretty much any of the standard equipment a Dominant could ask for. Julie had told her if she had special requests—things for edge play like fire or needles—she would need to call in to the front desk. Just like a regular hotel, except they delivered so much more than toothpaste.

She was fairly certain it was also for safety reasons, which she approved of.

Despite the temptations the wardrobe offered, she kept her choices judicious. She and Freddy had just met, and she still needed to get a feel for his likes and dislikes, his turn-ons and tolerances. Not because she thought they were going to play again, necessarily, but she never wanted to push a sub past what they could handle, and that was impossible to know during a first scene.

Was she playing it a little safe? Absolutely. If things went well, the next time she’d let loose a little more.

Next time?

Yes. Definitely.

I’m not going back.

The thoughts slid through her head in the background, an acknowledgement she’d reopened a door she hadn’t realized she’d closed, and it felt too good to go back through it. One night of being herself wasn’t going to be enough. Maybe she had to close herself off and shut herself down at work, but she could come to Stronghold or Marquis when she was done for the day.

She didn’t have to live like that.

And she didn’t want to anymore.

“Insertable toys are okay?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” There was no mistaking the eagerness in his tone, so that answered that.

Holding the package of a brand new anal probe—Julie had explained that any packaged toys opened would be charged to her card—and a small tube of lube, Camille closed the wardrobe door and stepped to the side to pick up one of the floggers hanging on the wall. The long, thick leather strands were knotted at the end and should give Freddy the ‘thuddy’ sensation he said he liked.

When she turned around, Freddy was completely naked and kneeling next to the spanking bench, where he’d previously been standing. Seeing his legs spread, hands resting palm up on his knees, his cock standing at attention, with his head bowed, waiting for her… something clicked in her head, like a puzzle piece locking into place.

This was what her life had been missing. What she’d been craving. What she’d needed. She felt right, in a way she hadn’t in months. Years.

No, I am definitely not losing this part of me again.

Julie had been right. This was exactly what she needed. And they hadn’t really gotten started yet.

“Good boy,” she said, calming even more as she drank in the sight of him—a man willingly kneeling at her feet who meant it. Not something easy to find, though it was admittedly less difficult when in a kink club, but not guaranteed. “I like seeing you waiting there for me. You have a very nice pose.”