The Interview: Master of Subservience

EXCERPT 

Madam Clairette cleared her throat. “Out of curiosity, when was the last time you had sex?”



Bethany’s heart took on a furious beat. Her inner thighs grew wet. She
thought of the last time she’d indulged in carnal pleasures. Daniel had
bitten his way up the spot where her leg met her hips, teasing her
before moving to her core. When had that been? Oh, yes. “A week or so.
Daniel cut me off when you told him you wanted to see me.”



“Oh, now that’s just cruel of him! But predictable. He had tough
teachers.” Madam Clairette leaned back in her chair. “We’ll fix that
soon enough, won’t we, Luke?” The blonde to the Mistress’ left nodded.
“First, we have a few more aspects to go over. Not only do I provide an
excellent environment for our subs, doms, and guests to pander to their
fantasies, I have systems set in place to ensure everyone is kept happy
at all times,” the Mistress said. “If something, anything, is stricken
off the list of what you are willing to do, I can ensure it does not
happen.”



“How can you make this promise?”



“Do you think my men are so nicely built just to ride? There will be at
least one, if not two at every event, strictly there to closely watch
everything and enforce my rules. They are knowledgeable in all their
charges, and these two…” She waved toward the men at her back. “…will
keep a special eye on you until you get into the swing of things.
Everyone who enters my house is carefully screened, so we rarely have
any problems.”



Madam Clairette reached into a drawer of her desk, and pulled out a
beautifully carved wooden box, setting it down between them. “The
contents of this box means of distinction between you, and the rest
under my employ. My clients know on sight what they are permitted to do
to you without having to ask.” She slid the lid open. She pulled out a
thin jeweler’s box and handed it to Bethany.



The box revealed an antiqued silver necklace. The metal encased
brilliant garnets within the elegant ivy pattern. The finely detailed
design was expensive, the weight heavy in Bethany’s hand.



“It is yours to keep. The garnet symbolizes your submission, and how
you’ll be identified by the others of this household. The contrasting
sapphire is set in a strongly colored metal of gold, a representation of
their dominance. I am sure you’ve seen Daniel wear it.”



“Yes, I have. I wondered why he always wore it, though never asked why.”



Her attention shifted to the necks of the men behind the mistress,
noting Luke wore a masculine version of the red one. Keegan’s neck
flashed with blue, the setting brilliant gold and the pattern of harsh
points contrasting the softer version of silver ivy. It was a clear
distinction.



The Mistress’ hand dipped into the drawer again, emerged with thirty or
so colored bangles. A quick check to the men showed neither wore any.



“And these represent something you won’t do. For instance, do you take it in the ass?”



Keegan chuckled at the blunt question.



Bethany prided herself on her lack of reaction. She could be brash when she wished to be. “Yes.”



“Though you insinuated this before, would you care for more than one man at a time?”



“Yes. I have never had more than three, though I’m willing to trying new things,” Bethany said.



“What about women?”



“I’ve never been with a woman.”



The Mistress placed a yellow bangle in front of her. Ahh, negotiations.
Bethany’s breath caught in her throat. Would this harm her chances?



“It doesn’t mean...”



“When and if you feel the need to change it, you are welcome to do so.
No one will tell you differently. Give yourself time to adjust.”



“Thank you.”



“Absolutely no thanks needed,” Madam Clairette said. “If there is ever a
problem, no matter how small, come and tell me. We will discuss and do
what we can to solve it. My door is always open to you, for anything at
all. I want your time here to be comfortable. Promise me that, will
you?”



Bethany breathed a sigh of relief. The mistress had spoken as if she’d
already been accepted. “I promise. I know I will love it here.”



“Oh, so do I.”