Semua Bab SIR: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Nobody that I know in my real life knows I work here as well as Reid Global, except for Sel and Nico. My wig and my mask see to that. Even after my first few days, I decided to keep it a secret. Not just for my own personal safety, (in case any angry regulars catch me in the street and expect something just because I do it in the evenings), but because I'm fully aware of the assumptions that would be made.I mention fetish club to anyone that doesn’t already work in the sex industry, and I know I’d be asked whether it means I'm a prostitute, or a porn star, or whether I do all the things from that god-awful infamous film that made everyone think they are suddenly into BDSM.No, these clubs work very differently. There's a process, a procedure, that enables Sel (and sometimes me) to screen potential members. There are fees to ward off the drunk ‘lads’ thinking I'm just a stripper. There are introductory sessions, matching the workers with the clients' interests. There are security meas

I am not surprised at his vague answer. He's never been open about his personal life in all the time I've known him. “How does it work, with getting assigned someone?” he asks. I lean forward to pick up my drink again. “If we get to the point where we’d consider your application, we have some forms that you need to fill out.” I take a sip. “We ask you about your experience, things that you’re interested in, things that you’re not.” His eyebrow twitches at that, and I wonder if there is much that he wouldn’t be interested in trying. “Then we have profiles for everyone that works here, and we match you to someone who is the most suitable to your… needs.” I explain. “We complete background checks, and as long as nothing comes back, you can begin as soon as your first payment clears.” “I'm sure it’ll clear.” “I have no doubt. I am not oblivious to who you are, Mr. Reid.” This time his eyebrow does raise at me. I give him a closed-lipped smile, suddenly feeling a lot more confi

The whole of Monday, and the whole of Tuesday, I find myself watching David at the office. Trying to work it all out. He matches with me on everything. Sel has emailed me a copy of his responses. Every single question, his answers are perfectly aligned with mine, and of the (very) few that don’t, he's only one scale away from me. He’s had the Dom/sub relationship before. He isn’t interested in Tickle Torture, but rates Wax Play highly. He ticks almost all the bondage subcategories, except mummification. Sensory Play, Impact Play, Worships, all on the high end as well. Needles are a no. Knives are a maybe. Surprisingly, the circle he’s put around ‘Average’ for voyeurism/cuckolding seems different. The ink is lighter. As though he isn’t sure. Denial and Edging are also average for him. They aren’t average for me, but I have easily pushed clients my way in the past. Sel is right. He is fucking perfect for me. And now, sitting next to him at the office while I diligently type no

I direct him to finding Selena once we both leave the room, him following me closely behind. Selena will arrange his payments, his schedule, and the NDAs (yes we have those here). Once that is sorted, I will be given the times that he will come to the club, and I’ll officially start being a sub for Mr. Reid.The thought brings me mixed emotions. I feel angry that I’ve fallen so easily into the role after all these years.I feel aroused every time I remember how easily I can submit to him.I watch him discuss the finer details with Sel, but I can’t ignore the fact that he keeps looking over at me, with an incredibly pleased look on his face, as I’m sitting at the bar sipping a drink.“He must be very good.” Nico says from behind me, making me flinch in surprise. I swivel round to face him. Then I sigh.“He is.” I admit. “It’s going to be a shit show for my personal life, but god... even Evan didn’t make me feel like that in the first session.”“Bold statement.” Nico whistles.“Exactly.

Over the next week, I get into a stride with both of my jobs. At the office, I work out a new dynamic with David, still being my usual self but holding back on some of the jabs, some of the banter, where the meaning could be a little dubious. I don’t want to be thinking that way around him in the day.At The Red Room, David comes three times a week. Every time, he chooses something new, tests it, tests my reactions. I don’t refuse a single time. I find that I haven’t wanted to. He still hasn’t touched me again, not with his hands, instead using all the toys, whips and ropes available to him. I also restart my sub regiment of aftercare, ointments, electrolyte drinks, the works, anything that helps me recover faster, and help me to avoid anymore ‘squirmy’ moments at the office.I no longer wear the wig, at his request. I’ve opted to have my hair tied up in a ponytail, as I never wear my hair up at the office, and I have to glue my mask to my face using eyelash glue. It seems to work tho