“Good morning, Sir. This is Catherine calling to schedule a time with you?”
Closing his eyes in a moment of relief, Jayden gathered his wits and pressed his palm against his crotch to adjust himself before speaking. “Quite prompt aren’t you, Catherine? I like that. But first, please clear up why my secretary called you Erin?”
“Catherine is this girl’s full name while Erin is her nickname. It was remiss of this girl to introduce herself in an informal manner. Please forgive her, Sir.”
Her answer was crisp, concise, and provided with utmost respect. Jayden wondered if her lack of fault would be the undoing of their arrangement before it even began. How could he punish her if she never erred? A lascivious grin stretched his lips; felicitous that he would have to push her.
“Ah, I see. I will risk assuming you prefer Catherine while in submissive mode?”
“Aye, Sir.”
“Very well, Erin,” Jayden emphasized her causal name. “We are under no contract yet, nor are we in a scene at the moment. While I appreciate your respect, let’s proceed as just Erin and Jayden for now, shall we?”
“As you wish, Sir.”
“Erin . . .”
“Oops, sorry. That sounds great, Jayden,” she answered with a shaky laugh.
Jayden’s breath stilled in his chest at the sound of his name coming from her lips. It was something he wanted to hear more of, and often. He wanted to tell Samantha to clear his schedule for today to make room for Erin, but knew he had to snap out of this infatuation he seemed be under.
When they ended their call ten minutes later, they had settled on two nights hence to meet. Jayden would have Samantha courier over the necessary paperwork,
and Erin knew to expect Micah to collect her at seven sharp for dinner and cocktails while they reviewed the forms. In addition, Jayden left instructions on Samantha’s desk to order two-dozen, mixed white and coral roses to be delivered to Erin.
He’d all but forgotten Samantha was waiting for him until he walked into his inner office and saw the playroom door ajar.
Oh yes, my kitten waits,
Jayden thought while he moved toward the door – releasing his pant fasteners as he went.
~oOo~
Becoming Catherine
It was with a nervous air of excitement that Erin found herself pacing while waiting for Micah to arrive. She had a tight grip on her purse knowing how important the forms inside were. It would be horrifying to have them fall into the wrong hands for they showed in black and white just how depraved she was.
The woman she hid from general society lay bare on those pages. Her answers penned with utmost care revealed her naughty side: the side that enjoyed a thick cock down her throat and that flooded with need when her nipples were taunted by pinching fingers and crushing clamps; the dirty girl who craved anal attention, and who found ropes and chains arousing even while she found their restrictive embrace comforting.
However, all of that just scratched the surface of how debauched she wanted to be. She longed to be properly used for her Master’s pleasure while earning his respect in return. Erin had the desire to see pride in his eyes while she did whatever he asked of her.
She’d gotten a taste of the mutual respect a Master and submissive could have during her time with Andrew. Even with Spencer, as much of a monster as he turned out to be, she had found that peace in the beginning when she fell for the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
A shudder racked her body just as Micah pulled up in a sleek, white Town Car.
He hopped out and came around to open her door for her with a polite, “Evening, Ms. O’Chancey. You look splendid tonight. Sir will be pleased.”
Erin beamed at his compliment even if she was thrown off for a moment by his referral to his boss as “Sir”. She slid across the soft leather settling into her seat and buckled her belt.
Micah told her to help herself to any of the refreshments in the console cooler which he opened to display bottled waters and single serve mixed beverages. She grabbed a water bottle and sat back.
Thirty minutes later, Micah guided the car into the drop-off zone at the Gaylord Texan Resort. Erin had heard of the place, but never thought she’d get to experience it. Her delighted smile grew when her door opened and Jayden’s well-groomed hand reached in to assist her from the car.
“You look good enough to eat, Erin. Stunning,” Jayden murmured, presenting Catherine with a single long-stemmed rose. “The white is for your humility and service given with pure intentions. Kissed with coral for the desire that simmers deep within – which I look forward to bringing to a frenzied boil.” His blunt approval pleased Erin. So did his establishing they were still on neutral ground by using her nickname.
Erin had decided to go with a softer, more sensual look, rather than molten sex – that needed to be reserved for playtime. She’d chosen the black knit, wrap-around dress because she knew that while it hugged her body like a glove, the playful dots of assorted bright colors added just the right amount of innocence to her appearance. When paired with bold green shoes and accessories she knew her eye color popped.
“You look quite handsome yourself, Jayden. Thank you for the roses you sent, they were beautiful,
”
she responded taking in his charcoal polo and black dress slacks.
With this outfit his hair bordered on black and his eyes reminded her of well-oiled English oak. He flashed a smile at Erin that caused a wave of heat to rush through her. When he offered his arm, she took it, laying her palm atop his forearm and resisting the urge to bury her nails in and never let go. Being tucked against him felt good and right — peaceful.
A warm glow tickled her insides, and she allowed him to escort her to a quiet corner of the atrium. Though situated in the center of a heavily-trafficked lobby, Erin felt like they were in a private garden. Assorted vegetation littered the space around them. A small stream wove through and around the trees, flowers, and sitting areas – some of which were secluded islands accessible by quaint, arched bridges.
They were seated on one of the islands.
Within moments they were joined by a tiny lady dressed in a pristine, pressed resort uniform. “Good evening. Welcome to the Gaylord. I’m Sylvia, the atrium attendant tonight. I’ll leave you with this pager. If you would like to order something from the bar or kitchen just press the button and I’ll check on you. Otherwise I’ll leave you two to your privacy,” she delivered her well-rehearsed greeting with zeal.
“Thank you, Sylvia. We’ll each have a Thai tea to start along with a pitcher of ice water with lemon. Also, please bring us the Taste of Asia sampler platter for two,” Jayden placed their order with familiar ease.
Erin wondered if he was a frequent patron.
“Very good, Sir,” Sylvia said with a warm smile before she hurried off to put in their order.
Erin’s initial reaction was to feel her feathers had been ruffled by his audacity in ordering for her without asking her input like she was a dependent, non-thinking possession. Almost as soon as she’d had the thought she reminded herself that Jayden wasn’t Spencer, and she relaxed.
For all she knew this was a small test of sorts, and throwing a tantrum wouldn’t have gone over well. She was here applying to be his submissive after all. Erin was hopeful that before the evening ended, they both would have signed their names to the contract in her bag, which she had all but memorized from reading so many times.
“How have you been?” Jayden asked, breaking her free of her thoughts and starting their meeting.
For the next two hours, they reviewed the limit checklist Erin had filled out with painstaking precision. Sylvia had returned with their order, but then vanished into the garden as promised, leaving them to their business.
She extracted the paperwork from her purse and Jayden pulled out his own limit list, explaining to Erin that he’d updated it the night before as was common practice for him whenever screening a potential new sub. Erin’s respect for Jayden grew while he went on to indicate that it was important to him to revisit the list before he risked being swayed by seeing theirs, and vice-versa. He claimed that he didn’t want any woman completing their list to match his if they weren’t comfortable with certain actions.
Erin listened with rapt attention while Jayden recanted how he’d had one submissive – his platinum-blonde Jenny – who had been so desperate to become his that she’d flat-out lied about her fondness for rope bondage. Shibari, or Kinbanku, was the Japanese art of binding one with rope to create visually dynamic patterns. Erin’s heart went out to him when Jayden relayed how he’d had gotten about halfway through the process of weaving the intricate patterns over Jenny’s body one night before realizing something was wrong.
“So it turned out that she was claustrophobic, and the act of blindfolding and binding her brought on a panic attack. The end result was that we spent the evening at the ER in lieu of seeking mutual satisfactory sexual release.” He shook his head at the memory.
“Wow.” What else could Erin say?
“Yeah. Needless to say, our arrangement didn’t last much longer and the encounter was enough to teach me a lesson and change my approach. Initial lists are now done independent of one another, and if the arrangement continues, then I’ll insist on us reviewing our lists together every six months or so – minimum. After all, likes and dislikes tend to change along with wants and desires when you begin pushing limits and gathering new experiences.”
Her body began to warm at his words and what they suggested.
Erin gave herself an internal fist pump while they proceeded with their discussion. Jayden smiled like a kid at the circus when they went over the fact that she didn’t have any qualms with exhibitionism, but rather enjoyed the idea of it a lot.
To that Jayden admitted he couldn’t wait to explore that side of Erin because he thrived on being envied for having a beautiful, well-behaved submissive, and in his own words, “It has been too long since I’ve been able to stroll the club with a leash in hand on Demon Night.”
This had led Erin to ask what a Demon Night was, and she became excited at his description: named for the fact that everyone dresses in skimpy black and red BDSM-wear on designated
demon
stration evenings.
“You’ve never been paired up and played with another submissive?” he asked her in surprise when she made the confession.
They were going over the section of her soft limits.
“No, I haven’t, and at some point, I also hope to have the experience of playing with another woman,” she added almost bashful until she saw the pleased look on his face. Also under ‘never tried, very interested’ she’d listed things like whipping, candling, and body modification.
“I’ll be more than happy to guide you in trying these. However, we’ll take it slow and work you into them. Challenges I look forward to, I assure you, Erin.”
When Jayden attempted to get the scoop behind her fear of canes, Erin felt the blood drain from of her face, and whispered her request to save that talk for a sunny, warm place. Complying with her wish, he moved onto another topic. “I have to discuss something with you before I can allow you to sign your name to that contract. Consider it full disclosure.” Nervous from the foreboding words, she nodded for him to go on, and then stayed quiet while he laid it out for her.
Erin could admit that she was taken aback while Jayden explained that she wouldn’t be his sole submissive. That in fact, she’d be his third. However, when
he went on and explained that she would be his regular submissive because his and Samantha’s agreement was an ‘as needed’ basis, and the arrangement he had with Micah was complicated, more introductory dabbling for Micah than anything else, Erin was able to accept the situation for the time being.
In addition to defining the social structure of his three submissives, Jayden made sure to emphasize the fact that he required the three of them to be monogamous to him. Also, STD screenings would be done every three months to assure everyone’s health and safety.
Jayden also stressed to her that he didn’t do relationships. She had to understand that he would be more than happy to dominate her and accept her submission, but romantic feelings had no place in his playroom. Erin pondered his words reflecting on her time with Andrew and Spencer, and acquiesced to his terms with ease when she tried to picture what a romantic interlude would have been like with one of them and found
herself unable.
Their business coming to a close Jayden pressed the pager button so that he could settle the tab. There was no hesitation from either one of them while they signed their names with a flourish at the bottom of the contract. They both knew it wouldn’t hold up in a court of law. It was more of a ritual that materialized their verbal commitment to each other.
Erin had just opened her mouth to ask when they would begin when Sylvia reappeared with the bill.
Jayden glanced at it, and after a sideway look at Erin, he told Sylvia to bill it to room 343.
Erin’s eyes widened for a brief moment before she composed herself.
“Of course, Mr. Masterson.” Sylvia bowed her head, wished them a pleasant evening, and disappeared again.
“Do you have a regular room here, Sir?” Catherine asked, turning to face Jayden. He nodded with a smirk and a lick of his lips.