(Shan's POV - Sat. 2 August 2014)

As Master Mark drives us to the club, I think about the wonderful evening we spent together.

I'm really glad I accepted his invitation. I got to learn a lot of things about Master Mark, and I must admit I'm quite impressed by his career path. I wish I had the same willpower and determination regarding my future and my life in general. I wish I had known from my early childhood what I would do with my life.

The fact that he had caring and devoted parents must have helped too. I don't condemn my own parents because I know I was a burdensome kid and I guess it was really hard to educate me, but I can't say they were role models either for me. As far as I can remember, my mother never worked and my father tried various jobs. Somehow, I just followed his path.

I'm also grateful Master Mark was so open to discuss his lifestyle, the concepts of domination and submission and how all this works. The more I hear about it, the more I am captivated and appealed to it. The more I discover about the lifestyle, the more I feel like surrendering to someone like him. And if I am entirely honest to myself, this is to him I would like to submit, but I know I can't do this yet. He is right when he says I need to take some time to think it over. If I tell him just now that I agree to be his submissive, he will think I am not taking things seriously and that I'm accepting on a whim.

We were at the restaurant for more than two hours, and they just flew by. There are so many questions I would like to ask him, so many more things I would like to know about him. He refused to tell me more about him as a Dominant and the kind of rules he would set up. I saw his impish smile when I asked, and now my curiosity is piqued. I can't help wondering what he has in mind and how he is going to deal with me.

I carefully peek at him while he is focusing on his driving. He is so fucking sexy in this white dress shirt and black jacket. His hair is perfectly done, gelled into his usual long and wavy quiff. His straight nose is perfect, his lips plump and his green eyes locked on the light traffic. The CD player is on and I recognize The Red Hot Chilli Peppers. I love this band, and I am glad to see we share similar tastes in music.

Master Mark parks at the back of the club and walks around the car to open the door for me. I slip out and follow him to the back door. In the end, he decided to send a text to Master Aaron before we left the restaurant to let him know we were on our way to the Black Diamond. As a result, I am not surprised to see him walking our way as we move along the long corridor that leads to the private playrooms. I lower my eyes right away and stop beside Master Mark when we meet him.

"Hey Mark. Good evening, Shannon," he greets us.

"Good evening, Sir," I reply, not sure if he is really too happy to see me here.

"Hey Aaron, how are you?"

"Good. Did you two have a good evening?"

"Yes, very good, and very instructive," Master Mark answers.

"Good! I spoke with Josh and Liam quickly. They don't mind Shannon attending the scene tonight."

Duhhh! I already knew that... It's not like I never saw Liam's little buddy before... Okay, it's not that little, it's just average.

"Shannon, are you sure you want to see this?"

"Yes, I am fine with it," I reply.

"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes then," he says and walks away toward the Black Diamond.

"I need to go to my private room and change clothes," Master Mark tells me, so I silently follow him to his private room.

Shit! Should I have brought something? I hope he is not going to make me wear some of these tiny shorts... I know I will probably have to at some point, but I'm just not ready for that yet.

"Come in," he says as we reach the door. "You don't need to change clothes. As a guest, you can dress in regular clothes, preferably black, so these will do for tonight."

I almost sigh with relief and stand near the door while he walks to a chest of drawers and begins to unbutton his shirt. Oh my, oh my, oh myyyyyyy!!!! That back is so sexy! His muscles flex as he folds his shirt and puts it on the piece of furniture. When he bends down to unlace his shoes, I almost let a moan out. His butt seems to be the firmest, and I desperately try to control myself and not walk toward him to lay my hands these two beautiful jeans-covered globes. He keeps his black jeans on and just slips into black Dr. Martens that he doesn't bother to lace.

"Come on, let's go!" he says with a warm smile as he turns back to me and closes the distance between us.

We walk back the corridor and take the other one leading to the Black Diamond. When we are halfway to the doors, he stops and looks into my eyes.

"Shannon, you remember the rules inside there?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Right! I want you to stay by my side at all times. Don't speak to anyone else apart from Aaron. Keep your eyes down until we reach the couch. You will sit beside me. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir!"

With that said, we walk into the Black Diamond and I let him lead me to the couch where I sat the other day. I'm a bit disappointed that Liam and Joshua are no longer here. They must have gone to get ready. Liam explained me that they always take a moment just the two of them before a scene, to concentrate.

At the couch, I recognize one of the guys I met in the locker room last weekend, but I can't remember his name. He is kneeling beside Aaron's muscular legs on his right side, with his cheek leaning on Aaron's thigh. Master Mark gestures for me to sit on Aaron's other side, and he takes the seat next to me.

"Good evening, Ed," I hear Master Mark say.

"Good evening, Sir," he replies, after Master Aaron has patted the back of his head.

"Where is Camden?" Master Mark asks to his friend.

"He has taken Mathis to his private room for the evening," he answers in a smug tone.

"Hmm, lucky guy..." Master Mark chuckles.

At that moment, all the lights are dimmed in the room and the main stage lights up. Master Mark has put his right ankle on his left knee, like the other Saturday, but instead of having his arm on the back of the couch, he takes my left hand into his and puts both our hands on his thigh. Warmth spreads through my body, and I am mesmerized by the glowing smile he gives me before he returns his attention to the stage.

After a long minute staring at him, I also focus on what is happening on the dais and realize that the scene has begun. Joshua has strapped Liam's wrists into leather cuffs similar to the ones Mark used with me on Thursday. Thick ropes are hanging from the ceiling. Joshua passes one of them through the ring on the left restraint and pulls on it until Liam's arm is stretched upwards. He does the same with his right arm, and Liam's arms are now fully stretched in a V form.

Joshua runs the back of his hand over Liam's cheek, making him smile. He takes a long piece of black cloth on the table next to him and blindfolds my friend's eyes. They exchange a few words that I can't hear from here, but I see a genuine smile on Liam's face.

Joshua then slowly pulls down Liam's leather shorts to his ankles and removes them. Liam is wearing some sort of jockstraps, those that barely hide his crotch and have his buttocks naked. Joshua undertakes a long twenty-minute teasing of his Submissive's body, first with nipple clamps, and then various accessories, all of which I wouldn't be able to name, but that Liam seems to be enjoying if I judge by his moans. Damn! This is so hot!

At some point, the Dominant CEO goes to stand behind Liam and pours a fair amount of lube in his left hand. While the latter obviously prepares my friend's back entrance, the other one slips into the front of his underwear and begins to stroke his erection. Liam is biting his lips to contain his moans but they are getting louder and louder.

After a few minutes of preparation, Joshua pulls down the jockstraps and immediately slams into Liam whose long and loud moan echoes in the room. He arches his back and leans his head against Joshua's chest. They rock back and forth in rhythm, and Joshua's right hand reaches for the Sub's cock to stroke it while he continuously whispers in his ears.

Seeing Liam naked in the showers of the locker room at school and seeing Liam naked while he gets fucked in public are two different things, but I realize that I truly don't care. Their symbiosis is just amazing and they are beautiful. I have such a hard-on that it's getting truly painful in my pants.

A long moment later, the sexy Dom whispers something in Liam's ear, and they both reach their orgasm at the same time. Joshua softly kisses Liam's neck and quickly removes his restraints before he takes a limp Liam into his arms and walks away from the stage, as the lights come back on.

I am absolutely enthralled by what just happened and almost jump when I feel Master Mark's hand squeezing mine.

"Are you okay?" he murmurs in my ear.

"Y.. Yes, fine," I stutter.

I am actually so hot, I'm sure my palms are sweaty. I try to retrieve my left hand from Master Mark's, but he holds it firmly.

"You sure?"

"Yes," I reply with a smile. "It was amazing..."

"It was, indeed," he confirms, smiling too. "Are you ready to go home?"

I nod and we walk back to his private room. Master Aaron and Ed had already left, probably to his own playroom as Master Mark says when I ask him. He quickly changes his shoes and puts his shirt back on, and we return to his car. I am almost disappointed that we didn't use his bed, but it is probably better this way. One step at a time, he said. I will have to learn patience.

The ride back to my apartment is quiet. I wonder what Master Mark is thinking about, but I don't dare ask him. He doesn't ask me either, but I guess it's easy to find out. My thoughts are populated with kinky images of my best friend being fucked by his gorgeous Dominant and I wonder when I will get to experience such pleasure myself.

Once we have arrived, Master Mark walks me back to the front door of my building.

"Did you have a good evening?" he asks.

"Yes, excellent," I breathe out, and I sincerely mean it. I had a great evening. "Thank you very much for the dinner and the show."

I just wish it could last a little longer! Maybe I could propose him to come up for a moment?  I don't know when I'll see him again and I feel an unpleasant sensation in my chest.

"You are welcome, Shannon. I had a very good evening too. It's nice to know you a bit better," he replies with his husky voice. "Are you available on Monday and Wednesday next week to continue your training?"

Wow, I had almost forgotten about that!!

"Yes, of course! 5:00 pm?"

"That works. Now go get some sleep, okay?" he then adds authoritatively.

"Yes, Sir!" I reply cheerfully. "Thanks again for tonight, and see you on Monday!"

"See you on Monday," he replies and turns away to his car.

*   *   *

The next few days are almost as amazing.

After a long, lonesome and boring Sunday, I spend the whole Monday preparing for my evening appointment. I practice what I have already been taught and almost run to the club. Master Mark is already waiting for me when I get there, and we go over a little review of last week's training.

He uses rope this time to tie my hands, which is less comfortable than the leather padded cuffs, but he says I have to get used to it as many Doms prefer rope in bondage. I am tempted to tell him I don't give a fuck about what other Doms like since he is the one I am going to submit to, and that he should mold me into what he likes.

He also says that I need to learn patience and to remain still, so he makes me stay in the kneeling position twice for ten minutes without moving while he remains silent except for the noise he is making while fumbling with accessories in the room. Staying still is really hard for me and each time I shift a little or try to peek up, he scolds me and adds a couple of minutes to the torture.

On Tuesday, I don't get to see him but Liam comes to the apartment to pack some of his stuff. We didn't have a chance to talk after Saturday as Joshua took him on a short business trip on Sunday and they came back only this afternoon. We spend the whole evening preparing boxes and talking about what has become our favorite subject – BDSM. We also discuss the scene he performed with Joshua on Saturday. I am relieved that none of us seems to be embarrassed.

"So, how's it going on with Master Mark?" he eventually asks slightly after 11:00 pm.

"Everything's going fine," I reply casually.

"Oh come on! You didn't even tell me how it went with the dinner!" he whines, and I am tempted to make him marinate a bit longer as a fair revenge for all the things he hid from me, but I decide against it.

"It went well, we talked a little about his youth, and a lot about mine," I laugh. "We got to learn more about each other. He said I could take all the time I need about the contract, and that he wants to take it slow."

"That's good. Master Mark is a great Dominant and you can trust him. But I'm glad he said you need to take your time."

"Actually..." I hesitate. "I already know I want to try it with him. But I'll wait a little longer. Tomorrow I am meeting with another Submissive, Mick I think his name is."

"Yeah, Mick. He's great, you'll see. Don't hesitate to ask him any question. He's been a Submissive for like ten years now. So he knows quite a lot."

"Wow, ten years!"

"Yes, he'll probably tell you about it," he adds with a smile. "Anyway, take your time and give Master Mark an answer when you feel ready, okay?"

On Wednesday, I am right on time for my appointment with Mark. Once again he asks me to strip down to my boxer briefs and shows me a new accessory that he calls a spreader bar.

"Go and sit in the middle of the bed," he orders.

Once I am there, sitting cross-legged, he kneels on the mattress and makes me spread my legs before he straps both my ankles into leather restraints on each extremity of the bar. I notice two unused cuffs in the center, wondering what these are for, but I soon get the answer when Master Mark wraps them around my wrists. Jeez! This is getting hot!

He stands up in front of me and looks at me with a wide smile. He shows me that the bar can be spread wider by operating a metal pin. My feet are now about 30 inches apart, my hands still in the middle.

"This is one of my favorite accessories," he explains with a smirk. "The Submissive is completely in my control with this."

He pushes on both my shoulders, and I fall back on the bed, with my legs up in the air, feet wide apart, while he holds the bar in his hands.

"Oh Fuck..." I exclaim.

Master Mark pushes on the bar, bringing my knees closer to my chest, and leans over me.

"Watch your language, Shannon," he scolds me.

"Sorry..."

"As I was saying, when shackled to one of these bars, you are completely under your Dominant's control. It gives full power to the Dominant to fuck his Submissive in whichever position he likes."

Did he just say fuck!? Can I also chide him about his language?

"Be careful of your head," he says as he tightens his grip on the bar and suddenly flips it around.

Within half a second, I find myself on my knees, with both my arms between my legs and my butt propped up.

"Holy crap!!"

He turns the bar around again and I am back in the previous position, before he grabs my arms and pulls me toward him so that I am now sitting.

"Fun, isn't it?" he asks.

Fun isn't exactly the word that comes to my mind at that moment, but rather embarrassing or... arousing. Fuck! Won't he stop giving me hard-ons?

After another half hour of showing me various accessories, there is a soft knock on the door and a young blond-haired man comes in.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Am I too early?"

"Good afternoon, Mick. No, you're on time, I was just about to set Shannon free from his shackles," he says with humor as he squats down to remove the handcuffs that are linked to other restraints on my ankles. "Shannon, this is Mick. Mick, this is Shannon," he introduces us once I am back on my feet.

"Nice to meet you," we both say as we shake hands. Gay, but still men, we are...

"Shannon, you can dress back," Mark says. "Mick has been a Submissive for several years, and will be able to answer all the questions you may have," he continues as I put my clothes back on. "I will be in Aaron's office, just let me know once you're done."

We both nod and go to sit down on the red leather couch once he has left. We introduce ourselves a little better and I learn that Mick has indeed been a Submissive for about a decade and doesn't wish to change his status.

Ever since he joined the lifestyle, he has been alternating between different phases of stability and wildness as he calls it. There are periods during which he accepts contracts with Dominants for short periods of three months - though one of them lasted for a whole year - and others during which he just jumps from one Dom to another for one-night stands. When I ask him why he terminated the one-year agreement, he explains that said Dom was looking for a more permanent and more affectionate relationship, which he wasn't ready for.

"At the end of the day, what mattered to me was the absence of feelings because I didn't want to get emotionally attached to anyone. I didn't mind a relationship that could last for a few months or more once in a while, but I needed my independence. I could bear with having to stay at a Dom's place for the weekend and a week night once in a while, but I didn't want to move in permanently," he explains.

"I notice the use of the past tense, though..." I comment shyly.

"Yeah..." he chuckles. "This is actually changing a bit. Thing is I'm almost 28 and maybe I would like to settle down at some point. I love this lifestyle and wouldn't drop it, but I'm sure it's compatible with a deeper relationship that involves love. I've seen many of these over the years, and as much as I didn't want something like that when I was younger, I think I might try it at some point. Until I find the perfect Dom, I'll just keep on enjoying myself with one-evening affairs!" he cheers, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Seems like a good plan... Can I ask what submission has brought to you?"

"Sure! It's all about letting go!"

"Letting go?" I ask dubiously, and this makes him smile.

"Being a Submissive is just who I am but most of the Subs would tell you the same. What we enjoy in the relationship is the pleasure to give pleasure, but it's not all. We love surrendering all powers to someone we can trust, pleasing this person and receiving encouragement and praise from him. Personally, I didn't have a very happy childhood. I lived in several foster families and never got strong affection or support from any of them.

"When I'm under a contract with a Dominant, I know I will find what I lacked as a child as long as I please him. I... I just can't explain this huge feeling when a Dom praises me after I have done something good... It makes me feel important. And also, when you've spent your childhood without much education or guidance, having a Dom pushing you to accomplish goals he has set for you is really nice and it somehow fills a void."

What Mick tells me clearly reaches me because we are quite the same on this topic. However, I wonder if it could work in my case. If my parents never managed to educate me well, would Master Mark be able to do so? Will I be able to submit to him and his rules in order to become a better man, like he told me himself on Saturday?

For a full two hours, Mick tells me more about his past experiences with Dominants, either those he used as one-night stands and the ones he had contracts with. He explains how he felt when he was able to give up complete control to them, and how exhilarating it always is during sex. He also tells me how much it is important to start such a relationship with someone I will trust.

"Even if it's not love, it has to be someone with whom you feel comfortable and that you will trust enough to let go of most of your willpower."

After we have found Master Mark and apologized that it lasted for so long, I go back home and relish under a long warm shower. My head is so full of thoughts about the last two sessions and my conversation with Mick that I can't think about something else.

I loved how Master Mark's fingers brushed my skin while he was trying accessories on me. I am becoming obsessed with this man, and I don't know if this is a good thing or not. He has offered me to become his Submissive, but maybe I should take more time before I make a decision? Yet, I'm so scared I might miss an opportunity. I want to be his.

He is such a gorgeous god! So much so that I wonder why he doesn't have a Sub already. There are so many of them at the club and I noticed quite a few ogling him last Saturday. What if one of them suddenly catches his eyes over next weekend? What if I miss the opportunity? Why wait any longer when I know I want it?

I think again about what Mick told me. The giving-up, the power exchange, the trust... all these things I have missed in the past. All these things I want now. I turn off the water tap and reach for a towel before I go back to my bedroom and lay sprawled on my bed. I keep rehearsing the same thoughts for long hours, and it's after 5:00 am when I eventually fall asleep.

The next morning, or rather afternoon, when I wake up, my mind is set. I will do this call. There's no point delaying things any further. I want to be Master Mark's Submissive.

Published on 5 May 2016