At His Mercy (Masters Club 1)

Cameron’s cock hardened at her candid words. He needed to be careful. He was too attracted to this one. Yet, Dominique, a founding member of the club, was pressuring him to mentor the girl, should she pass the audition. As a recently appointed Head Master, he was expected to mentor the recruits on a regular basis, and it was definitely his turn.

But personal attraction led to personal connections, and that could be messy. If he did mentor the girl, he would need to be very careful to keep his distance, at least his emotional distance.

The judges asked several more fairly standard questions designed to get at Jess’s underlying submissive nature, level of experience in the scene, perceived tolerance for erotic pain and what her negative triggers were, if any. She told them she had no experience with needles, knives and fire, which wasn’t something she encountered at the public clubs. While she admitted she was nervous at the prospect of that sort of edge play, she was open to trying it.

Cameron filed away this knowledge for possible use at a future date. In his experience, a sub’s deepest desires were often hidden inside their greatest fears. You could take a submissive much further than they thought they could go, given the right training, patience and most of all, trust.

Next, Dominique said, “Let’s review a few basic slave positions so we can assess your comportment. You’re presently in what we call present position. If you are inducted, whenever any Master or Mistress tells you to present, you will instantly drop to your knees and assume the position you’re in now. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jess said softly.

“The second position,” Dominique continued, “is called submit. You will kneel forward, face down, arms stretched out on the ground in front of you, ass high in the air, knees spread wide. Go on. Do it now. Assume the position.”

Jess did as she was told, adjusting her body as directed by Dominique until the Mistress was satisfied. Jess was trembling ever so slightly, though whether it was from exertion, excitement or nerves, Cameron couldn’t know for sure.

He could still see the mark on her hip from that bungled scene at the public club. Hopefully, it would be the last time she was forced to scene with inexpert Doms. At the Masters Club, whatever marks she received would be intentional, delivered by trained Doms who consistently practiced risk-aware consensual kink.

He leaned closer, his nose nearly touching the two-way mirror. With her ass raised high and legs spread wide, he had an excellent view of her pretty cunt. Even from his vantage point, he could see the moisture slicking her labia. In spite of her nerves, the girl was turned on—an excellent sign.

William rose to his feet and walked behind Jess, partially obscuring Cameron’s view. Bending down, he placed his hand over Jess’s spread cunt from behind. Jess grunted softly, the tremble increasing, though she held her position. Knowing William, he had just inserted a finger or two inside her.

After a moment, William withdrew his hand and returned to his seat. He held his fingers to his nose and closed his eyes as he inhaled. Cameron wished he could see Jess’s face. Based on his limited interaction with her so far, he guessed she was blushing.

Ignoring William, Dominique directed, “Next you will assume the position we call kneel forward. Keeping your legs spread wide, you basically assume a plank pose, but remain on your knees. It can be challenging to hold for an extended period of time.”

Jess took a few tries to get it right, with Dominique standing over her and slapping at her body as she directed Jess’s movements. Jess finally got it, arms straight, back arched, hips forward. Being forced to hold that position for more than a minute or two was an excellent punishment for naughty sub girls.

The panel spent the next fifteen minutes or so taking Jess through the rest of the twelve basic slave positions used by Masters Clubs the world over. She did well with them all, even the wheel, which required her to assume a backbend, feet slightly apart, hands firm on the ground. The wheel, not unlike the upward bow in yoga, was the most difficult position to assume and maintain—a true test of strength and endurance. The fact she did them all while constrained in that tight corset made it all the more impressive.

Finally, she was instructed to strip and to stand before them in a wait up position, legs slightly apart, wrists crossed above the head. She did as she was told, first releasing the garter clips and then unhooking the corset from the front. Setting it aside, she rolled down her stockings and removed them, all with considerable grace.

As she stood naked before them, Cameron admired her long, slender curves from behind, and her erect posture. She had to be fatigued from the impromptu workout, but she stood still, her bearing calm.