Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (3 page)

Michael knew all about slave contracts, but he let Jason prattle on. He could see the excitement and hope in Jason eyes, and couldn’t bring himself to disappoint him. “Are you sure you could handle this? I remember when you first heard about these auctions ten years ago, you told me you thought it was like a prostitute auction,” Michael questioned gently.

“Yes, but I also thought whipping a woman was abuse as well, Michael. You know it took me a while to understand the Lifestyle, and once I did, I embraced it.”

“I know. I’m just concerned that we might take on more than we can handle,” Michael said with a sigh.

“Look, I know now that these women are submissive and looking for fulfillment in their chosen lifestyle. It’s their free choice. The money is only payment for the time they provide. They cook, clean, and manage households. Some even work in the businesses of their Masters. In reality it’s a wage that’s provided to them at the end of a contract, just like any other job. And before you say anything, I’m aware that sex is not a guarantee in the contract. It must be freely given and can be refused at any point by either party.”

“Okay…let’s talk to Craig about the auction and see if he has any interesting slaves he thinks may suit us,” Michael said in a resigned tone.

“Excellent…thanks for considering this, Michael. I know you’re not keen on the idea.”

Michael
had to admit the idea interested him. It would allow them both more time to focus on business and on relaxation. Although he didn’t hold out much hope of finding just the right woman.

He knew there wouldn’t be any love in the relationship, no real connection. However, their lust could be fulfilled, the house taken care of, meals cooked, and having a woman serving their every desire sounded pretty good,
too. After the Karen debacle, he felt so jaded that maybe this was worth a try.

The biggest question however was could he handle having a twenty-four-seven slave? He needed a submissive woman to satisfy his needs, but having a mindless toy? It was great for a night or even a weekend, but long-term? Would the novelty wear off, and would he feel cramped having her round all the time?

Craig Blackwell was surprised to get a call from Jason Smith. He knew him and his partner, Michael Cooper, loved to play with subs, but he didn’t think Michael was interested in a Master-Slave relationship.

His mind drifted to Slave K. She had agreed that their time was at an end. She was no longer getting what she needed from him either. He wanted to find her a good home, and he knew she’d accept Michael and Jason’s relationship.

He was, however, unsure of Michael’s understanding of how deep a slave like K could get into submission. They really didn’t get any deeper than Slave K. Craig was sure she no longer remembered what her real name was. But she’d be well cared for and protected with Michael and Jason. The duo would provide extremely well for her and both men were successful, wealthy, and good
Doms
, especially Michael.

They had met her on a number of occasions, although they had never played with her. Michael was also a very possessive Dom. He never allowed others to share his subs. Slave K, however, liked to be shared. She had a fondness of exhibitionism with multiple partners.

If another Dom even tried to touch Michael’s subs, he growled at them, like a half crazed Werewolf. But strangely he shared them all with Jason. He shared everything with Jason. He never saw any sign of jealously between the pair. It was a contradiction he couldn’t understand. Unless Michael and Jason were lovers, which Craig had suspected for a number of years.

Craig’s thoughts then turned to Grace, his new trainee member, who’d be coming tonight for her trial. She hadn’t yet accepted the concept of becoming a slave, but when he mentioned the idea to her the other day, the flicker in her eyes…
hmm
.
He just didn’t know.
However!

“Look, Jason, I have a couple of slaves that’ll be coming up for auction soon. You and Michael could come take a look. No offers could possibly be made yet, but you’d get an idea of the stock available.”

“That’s great. When could we see them?”

The excitement in Jason voice amused Craig. This was interesting. He wondered what had changed. He sounded like one keen Dom. “I know of a couple that will be in the club tonight,” Craig replied.

“We’ll be there. Thanks, Craig.”

“Great, I’ll see you both tonight then.” He knew physically Grace suited what the boys preferred, more so than any other of the slaves he had available. Although, it concerned him that she would be so new to the Lifestyle. Maybe she needed to settle in a bit before even considering going up for auction. He knew in his gut that she was strong enough to handle it. Although, could she let go of society’s conventions and accept a slave relationship with two men? More importantly, how could he get her to come across the line and agree to be auctioned?

Maybe he should also make sure Scott Kennedy, a Dom with a very short attention span, was here tonight, as he also was
slaveless
at the moment. Scott had bought a number of slaves from him in the past. He was always very generous with his slaves at the end of their contracts, and he treated them very well. It was just that he got bored easily. Variety was definitely his spice of life. It really was time to talk to Scott about multiple slaves. With a constant nightly variety, Craig thought Scott would be happier in the end. It hit him Slave K would fit into a multiple slave environment perfectly. Yes! Scott needed to be here.

Finally, Friday night, Grace was very proud of herself. She had struggled with her confidence the past few days, and on numerous occasions, she had the phone in her hand ready to cancel tonight. Now here she was, dressed in a tight black knee-length skirt, teamed with a black corset that pushed her breasts up and out, like an offering.
God, is this really the size of my boobs? This thing is better than any push-up bra. Take that, gravity!

Sandra from the club had asked her to wear a ribbon tied round her neck. This showed the other members of the club she was an unattached submissive. She’d decided to wear her long hair in a high ponytail to show off her neck.
After all, it pays to advertise, and I’m old enough and confident enough to admit that I’m willing to wear a billboard saying, “yes, I’m single and looking.”

Examining herself one last time in the mirror, she repeated, “You deserve to be loved. You are a desirable, sexy woman. Who, yes, may be a tad older, but is still in her prime. So shoulders back, boobs out, suck in that stomach, and make them all fall to their knees and beg.”

Chapter Three

When Grace walked into the club, she was shocked at how busy it was. With the personalized service she’d received from Craig, she’d assumed the club had a limited membership. But there had to be over two hundred people here, and it was still early.

She walked over to the bar where Sandra had asked her to meet. Sandra had explained the other day that she’d be giving the group of new potential members a tour of the club first. She’d also introduce them to the dungeon masters and mistresses who worked there. Grace heard her name and turned, looking for who had called.

Craig Blackwell was walking toward her. “Grace, I’m so glad you made it. Before you join Sandra for the tour, I’d like to introduce you to a few friends of mine. I’d like to get their feelings on the image you project so I can best help you find your way.”

Grace was surprised by Craig’s statement, but understood most people presumed her to be an extremely dominant woman, so perhaps Craig doubted his initial perceptions of her and needed confirmation.

They walked over to a group of people in a seating area. “Masters, Mistresses, subs, and slaves, I would like to introduce Grace. She’s a new prospective member, and it’s her first night,” Craig announced to the group.

He stood back and waited to see who approached her first. It would assist him in confirming his impressions of her slave potential. He was shocked when Sam was the first to approach her. Sam was a long-term submissive.

As he approached Grace, Sam lowered himself into an extreme submissive stance. All his body language screamed, “dominate me, I will submit.” When Grace took his hand, very obviously distancing herself, she
showed instinctually she understood his offer, but at the same time rejected the role to dominate.

Frank, a Dom he’d known for many years, then approached her. He projected his domination by staring straight at her while invading her personal space. Grace immediately showed her submissiveness by lowering her eyes and rolling her shoulders forward, but also a measure of defiance to his domination by taking a slight step backward. Grace was a very interesting specimen. She had the armor of a dominatrix but the soul of a true natural submissive.

Sandra then approached the group to extract Grace so she could begin the tour. After they’d left, Craig couldn’t wait to see what both Frank and Sam’s thoughts were of Grace.

“So tell me what you think of Grace?”

“Craig, I honestly thought she was a
Domme
. She carries herself with the air of a Mistress, but obviously, she’s a submissive, through and through. Shame really…I’d have loved to submit to her.” Sam’s face showed genuine regret.

“She’s an extremely strong submissive, Craig. She could easily be psychologically damaged. She would have to submit willingly, I can see. But to be on the receiving end of that submission would be something. She would give pure devotion.” Craig could see the envy in Frank’s eyes. It had been two years since Frank’s sub and wife had died. She’d been killed behind the wheel of her car by a drunk driver. Frank had not been the same since. He needed someone to get him out of his rut.

Grace followed the group to the basement level of the club. Sandra explained that this was the dungeon and what was allowable here. Grace looked around. She had no idea of the purpose of half the equipment in the room.
The group watched as a dungeon master had a submissive strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross. He was in the process of placing strike after strike of the crop against her ass.

Seeing the sub restrained at the mercy of the dungeon master sent a shiver of jealousy through Grace. She wished it were her there instead. Even though part of her was terrified at the image, she still longed to submit to the erotic punishment. To let herself go, to know she was safe in her Master’s hands, to not have to be responsible, to not have to take care of anyone. Until this moment, Grace hadn’t been aware of how right this Lifestyle felt to her. She realized then this was her destiny. It would fulfill her as nothing else ever had.

How light could I travel without the weight of the world on my shoulders? Maybe Craig was right. Maybe I should consider a slave contract?

It would only be for six months. Sandra had explained that was the best timeframe. Not so long as to be bored in the relationship, but long enough to settle into the role. Imagine all the knowledge she would gain and the training. It would be like a paid vacation. However, could she really trust anyone that much to let them control her life? Could she truly let go completely? She could always change her mind if she found it wasn’t for her. It would be a business arrangement. There was no failure in terminating a
nonsuitable
business venture. She needed to talk to Craig. Maybe he could help her with some of her fears.

On the opposite wall, a Mistress had a male sub kneeling at her feet, demanding that he lick her boots in thanks for the punishment she has just given him. Considering the scene, Grace felt no desire at all to be in the Mistress’s place. To be truthful, she’d never respect a submissive man. It wasn’t in her nature. She knew she’d treat him cruelly and not with the love a Mistress should give.

Michael walked into the club alone. He was still seething that Jason couldn’t come with him. Thanks to a deal that had started to fall apart at the last minute, Jason was stuck at the office. This whole thing wasn’t even his idea. But here he was, wasting time just to placate Jason. At the moment he felt like he was gay and Jason was his wife.
That sounds about right. I feel like we have a vanilla marriage, demanding, tedious, and annoying, with no sex.

As soon as he found Craig, and checked out these slaves, he could get out of here. He’d head home and sit on the deck with a scotch, looking out at the night sky and letting all his stress melt away. The only thing that’d make it picture perfect was a submissive on his lap or maybe sucking his cock. Definitely the blow job, he thought. He needed release and bad. Maybe he could pick up a sub while he was here. Sighing, he knew the trouble just wouldn’t be worth it.