Chapter One
He was subless—again. And I was Masterless.
I could have been offended that he hadn’t appeared to have seen me over the past few weeks, but I wasn’t. Maybe I wasn’t his cup of tea. Maybe he wanted to go around sampling every other sub he could get his hands and mouth on for a while. Maybe I was just hoping a little too much that he’d notice me.
I’d had my eye on him for a while, and if I hadn’t been coming here for so long, I doubted Mr M would have let me through the front door, knowing I had no Master to meet once I got inside. The same must have gone for Master Stephen—and I knew that was the case because he’d been coming here for as long as I had. Longer, I suspected.
He was sucking a sub’s nipple, her bound to one of the crosses, spectators standing around enjoying the show. I wondered if everyone thought of him as just a tart—and whether he cared if they did. Or maybe he just wasn’t a particularly nice person, hence him having no permanent sub. He might be married ‘out there’ and only came here to indulge in something he couldn’t get at home. So many potential reasons for his behavior, but ultimately, what he did was his business, really. Nothing to do with anyone else so long as he played by the rules.
And as far as I could see, he always did.
The sub on the cross tried to writhe, but she’d been bound so tight she could barely move. Not only was she tied at the wrists and ankles, but her Master had roped her middle. I counted fifteen rotations of rope, and they went from just above her pubes to sit below her breasts. I felt like the hemp chafed me , and I experienced the delicious sensation of not being able to move. For a second or two I envied her. I hadn’t had rope play before, but imagination was a powerful thing.
I sighed. One day my Master would come. One day I’d meet the man I was supposed to be with. But something inside drew me to Master Stephen. Perhaps he was the one for me. Or had I just convinced myself that he was the perfect partner because no other had arrived in my life and had wanted to stay? Quite possibly and—as hope had a tendency to do—it had sent me off thinking that fate had planned for us to be together.
I shook off my fanciful musings. After all, it sounded like a load of rubbish even to me. Inside I was a girl longing to be noticed, to have a Master who would take my life in the direction it needed to go. Take me where I needed to go. A friend of mine had said that if you went looking for The One you’d never find him, but my answer had been that if you didn’t look, if you didn’t put yourself in the places where a Master would notice you, how the hell were you supposed to meet anyone?
I frowned. It might be time to put myself right in his line of vision—to get eye contact with him—and if he looked away, at least I’d know I was wasting my time. The sad thing was, though, I was prepared to wait however long it took. He might find a new sub, but I’d still wait. Some would say I was bordering on stalker material, but when I knew something deep inside, when I had that feeling…
He was mine. I wanted him. And he wanted me—he maybe just didn’t know it yet.
Go over there. Make him see you—really see you.
I wandered closer to the cross, slipping between two people and jostling others so I came out at the front of the crowd. The sub appeared to be asleep. She’d hung her head, chin to chest, looking for all the world as if she were truly out of it. Master Stephen sucked her nipple so hard it lifted her breast, elongated it, yet she didn’t groan or seem to be getting any pleasure from it at all. Maybe she was in sub-space, that wonderful place where body and mind separated.
Her Master stepped to her side and whispered something. She didn’t react except for the slight flicker of her eyelashes. He plunged four fingers into her cunt, right up to the second set of knuckles, his thumb tip covering her clit.
He was subless—again. And I was Masterless.
I could have been offended that he hadn’t appeared to have seen me over the past few weeks, but I wasn’t. Maybe I wasn’t his cup of tea. Maybe he wanted to go around sampling every other sub he could get his hands and mouth on for a while. Maybe I was just hoping a little too much that he’d notice me.
I’d had my eye on him for a while, and if I hadn’t been coming here for so long, I doubted Mr M would have let me through the front door, knowing I had no Master to meet once I got inside. The same must have gone for Master Stephen—and I knew that was the case because he’d been coming here for as long as I had. Longer, I suspected.
He was sucking a sub’s nipple, her bound to one of the crosses, spectators standing around enjoying the show. I wondered if everyone thought of him as just a tart—and whether he cared if they did. Or maybe he just wasn’t a particularly nice person, hence him having no permanent sub. He might be married ‘out there’ and only came here to indulge in something he couldn’t get at home. So many potential reasons for his behavior, but ultimately, what he did was his business, really. Nothing to do with anyone else so long as he played by the rules.
And as far as I could see, he always did.
The sub on the cross tried to writhe, but she’d been bound so tight she could barely move. Not only was she tied at the wrists and ankles, but her Master had roped her middle. I counted fifteen rotations of rope, and they went from just above her pubes to sit below her breasts. I felt like the hemp chafed me , and I experienced the delicious sensation of not being able to move. For a second or two I envied her. I hadn’t had rope play before, but imagination was a powerful thing.
I sighed. One day my Master would come. One day I’d meet the man I was supposed to be with. But something inside drew me to Master Stephen. Perhaps he was the one for me. Or had I just convinced myself that he was the perfect partner because no other had arrived in my life and had wanted to stay? Quite possibly and—as hope had a tendency to do—it had sent me off thinking that fate had planned for us to be together.
I shook off my fanciful musings. After all, it sounded like a load of rubbish even to me. Inside I was a girl longing to be noticed, to have a Master who would take my life in the direction it needed to go. Take me where I needed to go. A friend of mine had said that if you went looking for The One you’d never find him, but my answer had been that if you didn’t look, if you didn’t put yourself in the places where a Master would notice you, how the hell were you supposed to meet anyone?
I frowned. It might be time to put myself right in his line of vision—to get eye contact with him—and if he looked away, at least I’d know I was wasting my time. The sad thing was, though, I was prepared to wait however long it took. He might find a new sub, but I’d still wait. Some would say I was bordering on stalker material, but when I knew something deep inside, when I had that feeling…
He was mine. I wanted him. And he wanted me—he maybe just didn’t know it yet.
Go over there. Make him see you—really see you.
I wandered closer to the cross, slipping between two people and jostling others so I came out at the front of the crowd. The sub appeared to be asleep. She’d hung her head, chin to chest, looking for all the world as if she were truly out of it. Master Stephen sucked her nipple so hard it lifted her breast, elongated it, yet she didn’t groan or seem to be getting any pleasure from it at all. Maybe she was in sub-space, that wonderful place where body and mind separated.
Her Master stepped to her side and whispered something. She didn’t react except for the slight flicker of her eyelashes. He plunged four fingers into her cunt, right up to the second set of knuckles, his thumb tip covering her clit.
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