Page 4 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
“No.” I couldn’t believe this god of a man was nervous, and it ignited something in me. “I’ll call you master if you want me to. So now what do we do?”
“I’m going to take you out and show you off. You’re the most exquisite Sub I’ve ever had. We’ll go through the main area, then we will go into a private room where I’ll show you some of the tools of the trade.”
“Okay, then. I’m ready when you are.” I dropped my head the way I thought would be appropriate and felt his hand touch my chin.
He drew it back up. “I’m going to do things differently with you, Blyss. Hold your head up high. I don’t think you need to be broken. You don’t seem to have anything that needs correcting, in my opinion. You only need to be taught.”
“Thank you, master.” I was happy to hear he thought a lot about me already.
“You will walk just a step behind me.” He turned away from me and led me out of the room I’d been waiting in for him.
It was an odd feeling, being led on a leash like an animal. No one was around us at that time to look at me, but I felt the slightest bit of shame. I was a smart and accomplished woman, who was nearly at the end of her education and on the verge of becoming a psychologist. I was all these things and now I belonged to a man. I was a submissive woman and I was on a leash.
I could hear the sounds of people talking and glasses clinking and it frightened me. Was I about to be put on display again? I hadn’t liked that feeling at all. I’d dealt with it. I hadn’t let it take me over, but I didn’t like it. That was the one thing I wasn’t going to do again, especially seeing how the other women had to be treated in ways I wasn’t. If I sought another Dom, if this man didn’t wish to keep me after the three-month contract was up, then I might find one without being put up for auction.
I was fairly certain, at that point, that I would seek to stay some Dom’s sub. The truth was that belonging to someone had already made a pleasant feeling pulse within me.
My owner stopped and turned to me. “I want you to know that I’m extremely proud to have you, Blyss. Hold your head high and be proud to be mine. You’ll be rewarded for your efforts.”
“I’m proud to belong to you, master.” It wasn’t a lie. I was elated to find the man to be so appealing to me. Not only physically, but I admired the way he talked to me too.
He nodded, then opened the door and walked into the crowded room. I was astonished by the odd-looking people who had converged there. Many men were there, clad in black tuxedos much like the one my owner wore. And the women wore skimpy little leather straps that barely covered anything. I saw a few of the women I’d been in the auction with. A couple of them wore blue dresses, telling people they were BDSM virgins. The other actual virgin, Caity, was there with her Dom. She looked pale and visibly ill.
She and I had talked a little while we were put on display. She needed money very badly. Her home had burned down to the ground and she didn’t have any insurance. She’d inherited a small, wood-frame home from her grandmother. It was all she had.
I felt sorry for her as she saw this as the only opportunity she had to get back on her feet—feet she’d never really been on. The fact was, she liked women, not men. I’d asked her if she’d thought about putting herself in the lesbian auction, but she thought men would pay more for her than women since she couldn’t call herself a virgin in that respect.
The man who’d won her was good looking and any woman would love to have him between their legs. But Caity didn’t want a man. It was sad that she thought she only had that way to make money. After my initial experience, I’d most likely write about other subs. Delving into the psyche of others was what I did, after all. And I was searching the faces of those we walked past, wishing I was a mind reader. Some of the women were in their element, their faces seductive and sultry. Others looked frightened and embarrassed. I figured I looked somewhat aloof, as I often did according to the people I knew at school.
My master stopped as a man with salt and pepper hair acknowledged him. “Might I kiss the hand of the fairest Sub I’ve ever seen?”
My master turned to me. “Extend your hand, Sub. Allow one of the club’s founders to meet you.”
It struck me odd that a founder of the club would call me the fairest Sub he’d ever seen. After all, he’d seen many of them. I extended my hand and he took it in his. His lips pressed against the top of my hand as he looked into my eyes. His eyes were a deep blue and there was a fair amount of sorrow in them.
I gave the man a smile and he returned one to me. “You are a true beauty, Miss Danner. You’re in good hands with this man. I look forward to seeing you at the end of your contract. You’re pure as snow right now, but you won’t be when we next meet. I think I’ll find it interesting to see if you blossom or wilt as you discover our world.”
“I like the way your mind works, sir. I’d love the chance to discuss what I’ve learned and how I feel about this world once my contract is over.” I bowed, as I felt it was the thing to do.
The man sighed and let my hand go. “Treat her right, Mr. M. She is precious.”
“I’m well aware of that. Thank you.” My owner gave me a brief smile, then led me on.
In all my twenty-two years, I’d never been looked at so much. And most of the people in that room looked at me with awed expressions, especially the men who looked at me. More than a few women turned down their noses at me.
It was obvious to me they thought I was a liar. Never having masturbated was something I couldn’t prove. Even some of the women I was in the auction with had made comments about that.
There wasn’t a thing I could do about what anyone thought. I didn’t waste any time on trying to get any of them to believe me. What did it matter in the scheme of things anyway? When the crowd began to thin, I found a black door that my owner was heading to. The door to the private rooms, I guessed. The strangest combination of hot and cold ran through me as we came to the door.
Was he going to just go for it, tie me up, and begin hitting me with things? Was he going to take my virginity with great speed and get that out of the way? What was he going to do to me? He opened the door and led me into a long, dark hallway. It was only lit by red and green lights that were up high. The walls were black and it was other-worldly in the corridor. I heard noises that definitely reminded me of what one might hear if they found themselves in a dungeon.
“This place is aptly named,” I commented.
I got no response from the man who led me to a door with a green light above it. He opened it and a dim yellow light highlighted a few ghastly sights the room held.
He took me inside, closing and locking the door behind us. “Your first thoughts, Blyss?”
“The room inspires fear. Is that one of the basic emotions BDSM is based on?” I looked him in the eyes and saw his sparkle.
