times.
''Calm down,'' he said, firmly. ''There is no reason to be angry at Nancy because she was simply following my order.'' Elizabeth continued to fume, but he kept her hand in his and his eyes on hers, and she finally nodded.
''Good,'' Jason said, and then grinned. ''I do need to say that I am really quite proud of you, Nancy. I know how hard it was to obey me in this matter.'' Nancy smiled at the praise and then giggled when he continued. ''At least I know that you are capable of obeying me on some things.'' Nancy flushed, thinking about all the spankings since her wedding. It seemed her new husband was determined to start obedience training the moment they had finished their vows, both sets.
Jason turned back to Elizabeth. ''You know it is protocol not to go around outside any club environment and start dropping names of who is involved in the scene. It would not be proper of either Elizabeth or me to speak of it outside our own home. Imagine someone you were unaware of had witnessed a scene you were involved in and then begin talking about it to friends that weren't in the lifestyle or committed enough to follow protocol. It is a respect and trust issue that is vital in our community,'' Jason finished, and Elizabeth knew he was correct.
''I understand,'' Elizabeth said. ''But, if that is protocol, then why are you telling me now?''
Jason smiled as he squeezed her hand. ''Because, Liz, you are part of this family and I feel responsible for you and will, until one day you allow another man the honor,'' Jason said, and Elizabeth felt a rush of love flow through her. ''I am telling you so that you know not to be afraid of Garrett or what he might say. He is too highly respected to dishonor anyone that way. Until today I was not sure he had seen us at the club because we were only two of many watching. His speaking to Nancy and commenting on her collar was his way of alerting her that he had seen her, knew she was a collared Submissive, and it was okay that she had discovered his own tastes.''
''Wow, I still can't believe I didn't pick up on him,'' Elizabeth said.
''Liz,'' Jason said softly, ''Maybe it takes a Dom to understand another one. The man is a man of authority; he has employees under him that not only enjoy working with him, but respect him as well. He employs very creative people—artists, really, who are known for their love of life, art, and are very passionate people. It really shouldn't surprise you in the least. It is obvious he enjoys art and creative people, while still needing to maintain control. His being a Dom is probably as much a part of his genetic makeup as it is mine.''
Elizabeth finally understood and relaxed back in her chair. Jason released her hand, and she quickly picked up her glass and drained it. The iced tea helped cool some of the heat she was feeling, as she thought about all she had just heard. When she giggled, Jason and Nancy looked at her, as if expecting her to become hysterical.
''So, what about the ottoman?'' she said, as she giggled again. ''Now every time I see one, all I'm going to think about is exactly what he might use one for.''
Nancy looked at her husband and smiled, as she turned back to Elizabeth. ''Gee, I don't know,'' she said, ''probably the same things we do?'' She started laughing, and soon Elizabeth was laughing harder, as well.
Jason just shook his head. He stood to bring out the dessert he had prepared but turned before stepping into the house. ''Women,'' he said, softly, looking at the two. ''God knows we can't live without them but He also knows that no man, dominant or not, will ever be able to understand them.'' He entered the house, smiling at the sound of laughter.
Chapter 8
Elizabeth and Nancy were in their office, facing Garrett Foster, who was seated on their small sofa. They had been a bit surprised when he called and asked if he could drop by but were anxious to hear his
''Calm down,'' he said, firmly. ''There is no reason to be angry at Nancy because she was simply following my order.'' Elizabeth continued to fume, but he kept her hand in his and his eyes on hers, and she finally nodded.
''Good,'' Jason said, and then grinned. ''I do need to say that I am really quite proud of you, Nancy. I know how hard it was to obey me in this matter.'' Nancy smiled at the praise and then giggled when he continued. ''At least I know that you are capable of obeying me on some things.'' Nancy flushed, thinking about all the spankings since her wedding. It seemed her new husband was determined to start obedience training the moment they had finished their vows, both sets.
Jason turned back to Elizabeth. ''You know it is protocol not to go around outside any club environment and start dropping names of who is involved in the scene. It would not be proper of either Elizabeth or me to speak of it outside our own home. Imagine someone you were unaware of had witnessed a scene you were involved in and then begin talking about it to friends that weren't in the lifestyle or committed enough to follow protocol. It is a respect and trust issue that is vital in our community,'' Jason finished, and Elizabeth knew he was correct.
''I understand,'' Elizabeth said. ''But, if that is protocol, then why are you telling me now?''
Jason smiled as he squeezed her hand. ''Because, Liz, you are part of this family and I feel responsible for you and will, until one day you allow another man the honor,'' Jason said, and Elizabeth felt a rush of love flow through her. ''I am telling you so that you know not to be afraid of Garrett or what he might say. He is too highly respected to dishonor anyone that way. Until today I was not sure he had seen us at the club because we were only two of many watching. His speaking to Nancy and commenting on her collar was his way of alerting her that he had seen her, knew she was a collared Submissive, and it was okay that she had discovered his own tastes.''
''Wow, I still can't believe I didn't pick up on him,'' Elizabeth said.
''Liz,'' Jason said softly, ''Maybe it takes a Dom to understand another one. The man is a man of authority; he has employees under him that not only enjoy working with him, but respect him as well. He employs very creative people—artists, really, who are known for their love of life, art, and are very passionate people. It really shouldn't surprise you in the least. It is obvious he enjoys art and creative people, while still needing to maintain control. His being a Dom is probably as much a part of his genetic makeup as it is mine.''
Elizabeth finally understood and relaxed back in her chair. Jason released her hand, and she quickly picked up her glass and drained it. The iced tea helped cool some of the heat she was feeling, as she thought about all she had just heard. When she giggled, Jason and Nancy looked at her, as if expecting her to become hysterical.
''So, what about the ottoman?'' she said, as she giggled again. ''Now every time I see one, all I'm going to think about is exactly what he might use one for.''
Nancy looked at her husband and smiled, as she turned back to Elizabeth. ''Gee, I don't know,'' she said, ''probably the same things we do?'' She started laughing, and soon Elizabeth was laughing harder, as well.
Jason just shook his head. He stood to bring out the dessert he had prepared but turned before stepping into the house. ''Women,'' he said, softly, looking at the two. ''God knows we can't live without them but He also knows that no man, dominant or not, will ever be able to understand them.'' He entered the house, smiling at the sound of laughter.
Chapter 8
Elizabeth and Nancy were in their office, facing Garrett Foster, who was seated on their small sofa. They had been a bit surprised when he called and asked if he could drop by but were anxious to hear his
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