3. Preparing for the sub

Rowan

I sit in my office overlooking the club. My one-way window allows me to watch the masses of people who crave to be seen, touched or used in whatever way previously consented. This is my dark side. The one very few people know about. I run a billion-dollar company during the day. On our monthly club weekends, I am part owner of the Hidden Chamber. An adult’s club for people needing to give or be controlled. BDSM and other depravities that may be frowned upon are welcome here.

     As I drink my bourbon there is a knock on my door. Like clockwork my assistant Paige enters. Her blonde hair slicked back into a ponytail. Perfect for me to grip onto. Her dark green corset, a tiny skirt with stilettos is the attire she likes to wear. I approve of such. She is a beautiful woman.

     “Paige…” I speak without turning around people watching down below.

     “Good evening, sir. Your sub has arrived. Her bracelet was locked into place three minutes ago. Her identity is a secret as is yours. Here is your mask and also the item you requested.” She places a velvet lined box on my desk. My mask sits on top of the gift. She remains stoic awaiting my next word. She had been a well-trained sub for me for a year now. She enjoys the element of being at my will. She is also an excellent assistant.

     “Thank you, Paige. Is there anything else?” I ask my voice leveled and in control as always.

     “I am available for you if you require it, sir.” She doesn’t make eye contact, but I can feel her heartbeat increase as I come closer. I glide my hand around her neck giving just the right amount of pressure that makes her part her lips to breathe. Then my hand moves to stroke her cheek.

     “No thank you. I’ll wait for my new client. You are free to enjoy yourself tonight.” I lean in and kiss her cheek. She smiles, still maintaining her eyes lowered and her arms behind her back.

     “Thank you, sir.” She backs out of the room as I give her a nod. I check the bracelet that is linked to my watch. It’s a perfect way to keep the mystery of the night. People want an escape and for the right price they can get it. That is where I come in. I also co-run a Dom and sub matching service. People get a secret rendezvous. No names given. Sometimes no faces seen. Just a release to experience what they really want.

     I usually don’t take on clients. I cost in the six-figure range for one night. Usually, we use any of our highly vetted male or female Doms but this was a request from our sister company. A rich female came to her looking for the best for her female friend who was a control freak in need of a good training session. She will be begging for me to break her soon.

     I exit my office running into my best friend from college and part owner in this company with me, Camden.

     “I can’t believe how much they paid for you man!”

     “When you want the best, money is no object.” I smile as we step into the elevator.

     “Well. All networks secure. Blocks are up in case anyone snuck in a phone and security it tripled.” He smiles. Camden is a computer whiz. He runs our software and security.

    “Great. Make sure you get out from the control room and have some fun yourself.” He nods with a wiggle of his eyebrow. We place our masks on like fucking superheroes. Mine is black with gold accents to match my sub for tonight. We walk out as women smile showing their interest. Some remain in the subservient position hoping I claim them. I however am on a job for tonight. I check my watch seeing I’m headed towards her. I stand near the dance floor seeing a beautiful woman in a floor length gown. A split on both thighs reaching almost to her panty line. Her jet-black hair down her back with her matching mask. Then I get a message for an issue with the back warehouse. I head that way as Allister stops me. Allister is Camden’s identical twin. I’ve known them for half my life so I can tell them apart. Others not so much.

     “Hey man. I got it. You go get to work. Make us that money.” He teases heading down the hall. I turn and track my prey. She has no idea what she has gotten herself into. I may have total control in all aspects of my life but even I need to release sometimes. Tonight, my mystery lady will get all of it.

     Tracking her down the hall of voyeurs I find her standing just inside the door of the couple’s performance room. The velvet box in hand to present her with her gift from me.