Page 89 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“I—uh—well, um. Did you say next time?”

Her unguarded expression held hope and excitement. How could I say no?

“Yes, next time. Punishing you was pure heaven.”

“Master Clay, I have a confession.”

She dropped her eyes then and fidgeted with her hands.

I placed my large paw over hers. “Confess away, little one, I am a safe zone for you.”

“I have wanted to play with you for so long. Then when Master Loki told me to pick which Master would punish me, I was so excited at the thought of spending time with you. But that’s not my confession. What I wanted to say is that it was different than I ever imagined and even the punishment that really hurt was different. I mean I felt the rightness in it, and I realized that how I act is not exactly who I am. Does that make sense?”

When submissives realize they cannot top from the bottom, they usually have this epiphany. What they considered playful before, they now see for what it was, a power play. Like many wanna-be Doms, there are many wanna-be subs and the intimate dance between what is real and what is pretend can be razor sharp and one of the reasons I loved working for Master Thor, and his band of brothers. They were the real deal and did everything in their power to keep the crap out of their clubs.

Without realizing it, Melody had been tried and tested and the only thing she left wanting was my libido.

“It makes perfect sense. You are not unique in this realization, and this is a great launch point from which to find out what your particular kink is.”

“What do you think my kink is? I have never considered myself to have one. Do you mean like people who are really into shibari and that gets them off? So that is their kink?”

“Exactly, it’s the one thing that really identifies the lifestyle for you. What drew you to want to check out a dungeon club in the first place?”

Her face went beet red with my question. She already knew her kink, she just hadn’t admitted it aloud before was my guess.

“I get hit on a lot at the restaurant I work at, but they are so obvious that it repels me. They just want sex. That’s not what I want.”

She dropped her gaze again. Saying that much made her squirm. I loved watching her; the experience was better than any movie could ever be.

“What do you want, Melody?”

“I want a lover who is present and can play my body with skill. I don’t want to spell everything out. I want someone who pushes my boundaries but also knows when to pull me back. I want a Dominant who wants me, and who will one day claim me. I want a preacher teacher who can guide me and keep me safe as we navigate this incredible world together.”

She sighed in resignation. “But from what I have seen at Midgard, that doesn’t happen very often. I get the sense that many people go to play to get away from their real lives for a time, but I want this to be my real life all the time.”

“So, to summarize, you want a Master who will look after you and make you their 24/7 submissive to punish and reward as they see fit?”

“Yes.”

“Understood. And maybe, in time, you will have that, after you have developed and learned a bit more. As you scene, you will learn more and more about who you are, who your shell has been harboring, and as she comes out of hiding, what you really want and need will also self-efface. Does that make sense to you?”

She nodded and snuggled into my side, where she fit perfectly.

“What do you want, Master Clay?”

“A submissive of my own to cherish and punish.”

She smiled up at me. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirmed.

Hours later when I had her in an Uber, her number programmed into my phone I headed out of the club, one of the last to leave, feeling well satisfied.

Epilogue

Two Months Later

Melody

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