dreaming of their home being filled and their world complete. No more hunting for a submissive and finding nothing but money-hungry bitches. At least in this situation they knew the costs. Some might find it a repulsive situation. But he loved the honesty of it now he thought about it. Everything was up-front, and everyone knew the score.
“Jason, I want you to remember, this may not work out. So don’t go getting your hopes up.”
“Yes, Michael, I know. Nothing in life is guaranteed. But my hopes are already up, so let’s just focus on the goal. What did you mean about Craig has to get her to commit to the auction? I thought he was introducing you to slaves.”
“Well, it’s a long story.” Michael described the night in detail from everything he saw to the conversations he’d had, both with Grace and Craig. He also told him about Scott and his interest.
“Grace…I love that name. It brings the image of angels to mind. So a slave hidden in Domme’s clothing, wow! Michael, that makes me so hot. You sure know how to pick ’ em ! But seriously, I must admit, she sounds great. I would never have thought you’d be interested in someone so completely untrained and new to the Lifestyle. Are you prepared for us to take on such a huge challenge?”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to it, actually, which surprises me, too! If she was trained, she wouldn’t be available. No one in their right mind would let her go.”
Craig considered his options on how to approach Grace. He knew she was no shrinking violet. The direct approach would suit her best. He had a chuckle to himself. If she became Michael and Jason’s slave, he’d finally be able to watch the smug, superior control Michael was famous for falter. This sub would give him a run for his money.
“Grace, thank you for waiting.”
“Mr. Blackwell, let me jump right in before you start. I came to a realization while looking around the club.” She took a deep breath…“Maybe a slave role might fit me! However, I have a few things I want to discuss with you. Firstly, my need for control, I’m not sure how that will fit with the role of a slave.”
“Grace, have you thought that your need for control may be a side effect of you always having to take control and your lack of trust in others regarding your safety?”
“Obviously I’m either easier to read than I thought or you’re an excellent judge of people’s innermost feelings.”
“Grace, people are my business. I try to understand them, better than they do themselves sometimes. So I can cater to their desires before they even know they have them. That skill has made me a very rich man.”
“Look, I accept you may be right. It has been necessary in my life to date to take control, but either way, it still exists.”
Craig lifted Grace’s chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Take the chance, Grace, trust me, and let me prove to you this path will suit you.
“I’ll show you a sample slave contract. You can see for yourself that you’re free to walk out of the arrangement at any time and your safety and well-being is protected. Your owner cannot permanently alter or mark your body in any way without your written consent. Should your owner push you beyond what you feel is safe, either physically or emotionally, you only need to contact the club and we will immediately have you removed.”
“We have a safeguard in place where you’re required to contact us every week to ensure you are well and content. Owners suffer great penalties for any misdeeds and are thoroughly checked and monitored by our group before being able to bid at any auction. It’s a safer situation than if you were to find a partner yourself and move in together.”
Grace’s mind immediately flashed to Master Michael. To be owned by a man like him, now that would be an experience. “Sandra discussed slave auctions with us. Is that what you think would suit me best?”
“Yes, Grace, I don’t believe you