Page 20 of A Master's Destiny
Laird assigns us each a tantra chair and tells us to set up our wands and prepare ourselves while we wait for our submissives to arrive. I’m curious to see who they have chosen for me this time.
I take off my jacket and shirt, then remove my belt with its metal clasp to prevent any unwanted shocks. I set out the wand with the mushroom-shaped attachment to start my scene.
That done, I stand with my arms behind my back as I wait for the submissives to enter the room. When they finally arrive, they immediately bow before the panel of trainers and wait for their command.
I noticed that this time, all of the submissives are women.
“Join your partner for the evening,” Master Nosh orders.
I watch as a young woman with an innocent face and a head full of honey-colored curls walks up to me wearing a sweet smile.
The trainers did right by me.
When asked what type of partner I’m attracted to, I’d written, “The girl next door.” The submissive approaching me tonight is the very personification of that wish.
She lowers her eyes respectfully before bowing at my feet. “How may I serve you tonight?” she asks in a pleasant tone.
I place my hand on her head, formally accepting her submission for the evening. “Stand and look at me.”
She moves gracefully as she stands up. I suck in my breath when I gaze into her blue eyes. William Shakespeare said that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and what I see before me is a pure soul.
“Is there a name you would like me to call you by for tonight’s scene?”
“Chastity.”
I smile. “Does that define your spirit or your intentions?”
Her cheeks blush a pretty pink. “Both.”
I cock my head. “How so?”
“I approach every experience with an open mind. However, I am waiting until I’m collared before I give my maidenhood to another.”
“You are still a virgin?” I ask, wanting to be clear.
She stares at my bare chest when she answers. “I am.”
Understanding her boundary, I follow up with another question. “Does the same rule apply to your ass?”
“It does,” she answers.
“And your throat?”
She nods and looks at me apprehensively. “Is that a problem?”
“No, I find it intriguing,” I assure her. Now that I know there will be no penetration, I make a mental adjustment to the scene I will be playing out. “How long have you been a submissive?”
“Three years.”
Glancing at the wand sitting on the small table, I ask her, “Have you scened with a violet wand before?”
She shakes her head with a smile. “I have not.”
“So, you are a virgin in that sense, too?”
Her eyes sparkle. “Yes.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Then I look forward to deflowering you tonight in that area only.”
