stare, Sir. To learn.”
“Good. One day you will be her.”
And I knew I would. The zest for knowledge, the need to push myself, to learn all that I could about myself and the lifestyle was encouraging me to run through Marshall Cottage and soak it all in. I had to see everything—and since he’d spanked me, I felt more a part of this place than I had when I’d arrived. I thought back to the Dahlia I’d been as I’d walked up the steps to the front door. Unsure, worried, thinking that I could never be how other women were, other subs. And I’d almost turned away, gone home, denying myself this experience because I’d had a massive dose of doubt. Yet here I was, beside a man who now fondled my sore arse and watched another man strike a woman who clearly lived for the touch of the whip.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said.
“Yes, Sir. I… I want that.”
“I know you do, saw it from the moment we met. You just needed a nudge in the right direction, that was all.”
I could agree with that. The floodgates had opened and everything I’d thought about, everything I’d wished for, was mine for the taking.
And I was going to take it.
He moved to another door farther along. It was ajar and I couldn’t see anyone inside, but I heard them.
”Look to the corner,” he said. “At the mirror.”
A large floor-to-ceiling mirror had been mounted across the corner, reflecting a bed and a woman on it, spread out into a star shape. Her wrists and ankles had been bound to the posts with what looked like coarse rope, and a ball gag filled her mouth. She was blindfolded, and her Master was licking her cunt while twisting her nipples. She moaned and I joined her, letting a surge of pleasure ripple through my cunt.
“You want that, don’t you, pet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered. “Except…I wouldn’t be happy with the blindfold on. I’d like to watch you in the mirror. Watch you licking my cunt.”
“And you shall, but first I’d prefer to finish the tour. I want you so wet and turned on that by the time we return upstairs you’ll be so ready you’ll beg for me to spank you, whip you, lick you, fuck you.”
His words were so raw. I hoped he’d speak to me like that some more. To set me off with words that brought images and primal need.
“So, downstairs we go,” he said. “And then, my beautiful Newbie, we must let the rest of our lives begin.”
Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
Marshall Cottage: Master Stephen
Natalie Dae
Released 29 th August 2014
Excerpt
Chapter One
He was subless—again. And I was Masterless.
I could have been offended that he hadn’t appeared to have seen me over the past few weeks, but I wasn’t. Maybe I wasn’t his cup of tea. Maybe he wanted to go around sampling every other sub he could get his hands and mouth on for a while. Maybe I was just hoping a little too much that he’d notice me.
I’d had my eye on him for a while, and if I hadn’t been coming here for so long, I doubted Mr M would have let me through the front door, knowing I had no Master to meet once I got inside. The same must have gone for Master Stephen—and I knew that was the case because he’d been coming here for as long as I had. Longer, I suspected.
He was sucking a sub’s nipple, her bound to one of the crosses, spectators standing around enjoying the show. I wondered if everyone thought of him as just a tart—and whether he cared if they did. Or maybe he just wasn’t a particularly nice person, hence him having no permanent sub. He might be married ‘out there’ and only came here to indulge in something he couldn’t get at home. So many potential reasons for his behavior, but ultimately, what he did was his business, really. Nothing to do with anyone else so long as he played by the rules.
And as far as I could see, he always did.
The sub on the cross tried to writhe, but she’d been bound so tight she could barely move. Not