Page 5 of Sating the Satyr

“Good.” Something between a smile and a smirk crosses her face. It’s professional but seductive. “I would like to get started if you are ready now. We have a lot to discuss in this session.”

She picks up a tablet and goes through my test results, humming over specific topics, but not giving away what they are. “My goal for you is to explore each of these interests. This relationship will be based on clear communication, mutual respect, and trust. If you don’t enjoy something in a session, please speak up. We will use a stoplight system. Green means everything is good, and you would like to continue the scene. Yellow means you are doing well but approaching your limit. This can also mean the scene is getting intense, and it tells me to stay at that level or slow down. Red means you no longer wish to continue the scene. I will stop and check in with you at that point. If there is ever a need to end a scene immediately, you will use an agreed-upon safeword. Do you understand?”

I nod, palming my dick to keep it down. The authority in her voice is lighting up my body like a Gods damn Christmas tree. Still, she doesn’t show whether she notices or not. “I have here that you are interested in edge play, spanking and bondage. Is that correct?”

“Yes-” she cuts me off curtly.

“Yes, Mistress. You will address me as Mistress in this room and any other agreed upon spaces.” I blink, still adjusting to being spoken to in such a way. I’m used to being in control.

“Yes, Mistress.” I finally grit out half annoyed. Mostly annoyed at my dick that doesn’t seem to respect that this is a serious meeting.

“Good.” She hands me a black velvet folder. “This is our contract. I would like you to read it over in a moment. Do you have any amendments to this list or questions for me?” I open the folder, scanning the pages before looking back up at her.

“No, Mistress.” A seductive smile paints her plush lips, which makes my whole body pulse with energy.

“I’m going to give you a bit to look this over. If you agree to everything, please sign on the last page and knock on the door to let me know you are ready for me to come back in and start our introductory session.”

Without sparing a second glance, she stands and exits the room, leaving me alone.

I avoid looking at the wall of leather and tools. I don’t need a repeat of earlier. I skim through the contract, and everything appears to be fine and up to standard. I get ready to sign when a section catches my attention. Pegging. I didn’t select that. ‘Suggested kinks to explore: pegging, role play, praise.’ I consider whether these are things I am even willing to try. Her lithe body worms its way into my thoughts. My cock answered for me. Signing the documents, I close the folder and walk to the door, knocking to seal my fate.

Chapter 7

Fylis

The door opens, but Mistress Jade is not there. A tall ogre in what I now recognize as staff uniforms stands before me.

“Where-”

“Mistress Jade will be here in a moment. She has asked that you kneel at the end of the bed while you wait for her.” His voice short and brusque.

Rebellion roils in my stomach. Kneel? Me? No chance. I get ready to tell this ogre my exact thoughts on this command, but the door closes in my face. Calm down Fylis. You signed up for this, remember? My feet drag as I move to the end of the bed, forcing myself into position, grumbling. I’m not going to enjoy this. I prefer to be in charge, rather than being ordered around.

Heels clicking against the tile pull me from my thoughts. Mistress Jade stops before me, her hand reaching out delicately, threading her fingers through my hair. Fuck, that feels so good. My body twitches, and she hums in approval.

“Good boy.” Her praise cuts through the noise in my head, stirring something that feels disarmingly safe. There’s a battle in my mind. Pride bristling, yet soothed by the warmth in her voice.

“Color,” she says, her tone low, confident, a quiet command laced with care. I expect the question to chip away at me, to make me feel small or stripped of something. But it doesn’t.

“Green,” I reply, steady.

“On the bed. On your back.” The words snap into place like a lock turning. My body responds before thought can catch up. I move quickly, obediently sitting back onto the edge of the bed.

A sudden smack cracks against my thigh, sharp enough to steal my breath. A bloom of pain. “That’s not what I asked,” she scolds, a soft tsk punctuating the correction.

My brain stumbles, then rights itself. I shift, scooting back until I’m lying down properly, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Good boy.” The words ripple through me like electricity, tingling low in my stomach, blooming outwards.

She moves across the room, toward that wall. I keep my eyes on the ceiling, my thoughts on lockdown.

Trust. Mutual respect. She won’t hurt me. She won’t cross the lines we’ve drawn. And I believe her, almost.

“Yellow.” I blurt out in panic. My head sounds like a race track as my heart thumps wildly in my chest. Mistress Jade pauses and turns back towards me.

“Come here.” The words land softly, yet there’s no mistaking the authority behind them. Firm, but laced with an intimate gentleness.

I slowly peel myself from the bed and walk to her side. My body was buzzing with nerves again, making my ears twitch.