Page 4 of Sub Mission

“My playroom is the second door on the right, down the hall. Go inside and prepare for me.”

I started past him, but he stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Whatever you have in the bag, you won’t need it. I like my sub completely naked. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, Sir.”Asshole.

“Landon has sat in on the other sessions. Do you have issues with an audience?” he asked.

I could tell he was just dying for me to fuck this up, to show him a weakness. Oh, he was going to be so damned disappointed. “No, Sir. I enjoy an audience.” I carefully placed my duffel bag next to the door and waited for him to allow me to pass.

He placed a finger beneath my chin and pushed my face up. “Is that so? Did I ask if you enjoyed an audience?”

I swallowed. “No, Sir.”

“What is your role in my playroom, boy?”

“Foryourenjoyment, Sir.” I really did want to punch him in the face. Before the next hour passed, I probably would.

“Second door on the right,” he finally said.

I breezed past him but not before hearing Landon say, “You guys are so fucked up.”

I smiled, understanding how an outsider might not understand or find pleasure in the dynamics of BDSM. That was Landon’s loss. I enjoyed being a sub and couldn’t imagine subbing for a Dom, instead of a Domme, could be that different. I struggled with OCD issues and subbing gave me the opportunity to step away and allow someone to force me to give that control up. Hopefully, Seth was as good as I’d heard, and he would have me flying free within the next hour.

When I reached the second door, I eased it open and stepped inside. I wasn’t sure how long Seth would give me and knew I should hurry into position, but what I saw in front of me caused me to freeze right inside the doorway. Seth’ playroom was…extraordinary. There was more sex furniture in his playroom than there was in the club where Mistress Samantha and I had our scenes. Some of it I recognized, some looked totally new and piqued my interest. Given enough time, I was certain I could figure each of them out, but Seth had made it clear he wouldn’t appreciate if I made him wait.

With just a quick glance toward the King-sized iron bed in the far corner, I stepped to the side of the door and began removing my clothes. Being naked in front of Seth and Landon wasn’t a biggie, I did it all the time with Mistress Samantha. A large crowd usually enjoyed watching us play. While it really wasn’t my thing, I’d learned to deal with it because my Mistress enjoyed it. As I folded the last article of clothing and placed everything in a neat pile against the wall, I assured myself this scene wouldn’t be any different than what I was accustomed to.

I took a deep, cleansing breath, and dropped to my knees. I wasn’t sure what waiting position Seth desired his subs to use, so I went with one I was comfortable with. I’d played with over fifteen Dommes over the years and they’d each wanted different things. My knees were spread, not obscenely but wide enough for my partner to have a clear view of my cock and balls. My ass rested on the back of my heels and my hands were clasped behind my back.

While I waited for him to make an entrance, I studied the furniture a bit closer. I recognized an obedience bench with restraint straps attached, a bondage horse, puppy cage, and another punishment bench with a lot of various attachments, none that really interested me. An enema bag hung above it and there was a place for a dildo attachment. The enema was a definite no and the dildo wasn’t my thing, but I knew Seth would go there directly in an attempt to make me run. A Saint Andrew’s Cross was in the middle of the room and the rest of the furniture was foreign to me. In the corner opposite the large bed, there was a metal cabinet. The items in there should probably worry me.

The turning of the doorknob caused me to drop my head, resting my chin against my chest. When Seth and Landon walked in, closing the door behind them, I felt the familiar calmness begin to wash over me. It was strange how I could be calm and sexually excited at the same time…but I managed. My cock was hard and proudly stood away from my body. If he kept me waiting much longer, I’d drip precum onto his clean floors. Mistress Samantha always spanked me for making a mess.

“Your chair is in the same spot, Landon. Have a seat and enjoy the show,” Seth said. When he was in Dom mode, his voice sounded more like a growl. It was so very different than any Mistress but still managed to make my cock twitch.

“I don’t expect him to last any longer than the others.”

With my head bowed, I was able to bite my bottom lip to keep from telling him to go fuck himself. He was goading me, I knew it and he knew it. I loved being whipped, whether it be a paddle, flogger, whip, or bare hand. He’d have to be incredibly bad to fuck up a session with me.

“Head up, boy.”

I raised my eyes and tried to hide the rebellion I suspected lurked in the depths.

“What’s your safe word?”

Uh oh. He wasn’t going to like this. “Rainbow, Sir.”

He simply snorted…in disgust. “Hard limits?”

“No water play, blood-letting, humiliation…that I know of, Sir.” I hesitated and then added, “No kissing on the lips.”

“Is that always a hard limit or a new one designed just for sweet little me?” Seth mocked.

“It’s always a hard limit for me, Sir.”Seriously? He thought I’d be afraid to kiss him, but letting him cram instruments of torture up my ass would be okay?

“Interesting,” he muttered. Looking around the room, he asked, “Do you recognize most of my equipment, boy?”

I took a deep breath and decided now was as good a time as any. “I prefer not to be calledboy, Sir,” I told him, trying to sound as submissive as possible.

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