CHAPTER 13 #2
It took Maeve less than a minute to correctly identify Mistress Cameron. Once she had moved to the side of the room with the others, I had Cambria assist Drew back in line with Jenny. I offered Jenny an opportunity to select her Master, but she did so incorrectly.
Which meant there were two submissives who would receive punishment, one of whom I didn’t expect to make it through the week.
Not too bad for the first day.
Jamie
From the first second I touched the Dom who would be training me, I knew it was not Edge or Cav. Although I couldn’t stop the disappointment, I thought I did a relatively good job at disguising it.
Why I thought one of them would be dominating me during this training, I wasn’t sure. Neither of them had ever said they would, but considering how far we’d come…
Yeah. I was an idiot.
Needless to say, I was feeling shunned. They could’ve at least given me a heads-up. All day, I’d been looking forward to tonight, unable to concentrate. I’d chatted with Cav via text earlier in the day, but even then, he hadn’t mentioned what I would be walking into tonight.
Granted, I’d also told them I didn’t want any special treatment, so perhaps my panties were in a twist for no good reason.
As far as I could tell, there was no favoritism in the class.
That was easily discernible based on the fact that Miles had stormed out, obviously discontent that he’d been paired with a Master and not a Mistress.
The only person who seemed happy about the pairings was Maeve.
I’d heard her mention in the locker room that she hoped she would have the opportunity to work with one of the Sadists, which Mistress Cameron apparently was.
When my new submissive friends had tried to chat me up, I’d interacted politely, never once mentioning that I was here with Edge and Cav.
So when Jenny had gleefully explained how she was in love with Master Edge and hoped that he would pick her, I’d had to bite my tongue.
Yeah. I was jealous. So what?
Not that it mattered how I felt. Disappointment be damned, I was here for the long haul, which meant I needed to offer my new Master the appropriate respect.
So here I was. After watching as Jenny and Drew endured their punishment, then being told who their Masters were, we’d been herded together so Cambria could provide us with a tour of the club.
Oddly enough, it hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought.
She provided a significant amount of information regarding the various zones, covering emergency protocols, identifying the floor monitors, showing us the aftercare rooms, and then explaining the rules for the class before returning us to the training room.
“Submissives, please join your Master,” Master Edge instructed when we stepped into the room.
I did.
Since I had no idea how I was supposed to approach a Dom, I took my cues from Kelly, who seemed rather knowledgeable on protocol.
“Master Chaos, would you like me to kneel at your feet?” I asked politely.
He smiled, a sexy smirk that I figured had turned quite a few submissives’ heads over the years.
Master Chaos, whose name I knew to be Timothy Triton, was probably in his mid- to late-thirties.
His eyes were a soft green, his hair almost black, which was board-straight and hung loose around his face, resting on his shoulders.
His lashes were incredibly long and thick, his lips full. And that jawline…
It had actually been his strong jawline that I’d identified during the previous assignment. I had brushed my cheek against his, noting the way his jaw flexed slightly when I had.
“Thank you for asking, Miss Lautner. I would prefer you to stand for now.”
“Yes, Sir.” I remained where I was, awaiting his instruction.
“Class,” Master Edge began, “I’d like to introduce you to the training panel.
Along with me, you’ll be reviewed by Master Cav, Master Harris, and Mistress Jane.
If at any time you have questions and your Master is unavailable, feel free to reach out to one of us.
For the next four weeks, we’ll be updated on your progress by your Master, which will allow us to determine any additional training you may need.
Our objective is to help you successfully complete this class in the allotted time.
“Each week you’ll be assigned two different Masters or Mistresses, alternating between them through that week, ensuring you have the opportunity to get to know each of them, understand their practices, and so forth.
Keep in mind, they are very different in their practices.
So, something that might be all right for one could be a serious offense for another.
Punishment will be dealt with by your assigned Master, with one of the panel members overseeing.
You are not, under any circumstances, to meet with any of the training Masters outside of the club.
If your Master decides to give you a means of communication—text, email, whatnot—then you may utilize it.
However, your communication should be kept professional at all times.
Should you overstep, that is grounds for immediate termination from the class roster and Dichotomy. Understand?”
“Yes, Master Edge,” we all agreed.
“Good. Now your Master will go over his or her expectations for the week.”
I turned my attention back to Master Chaos.
“Thursday night,” he began, “you’ll join me in this room at eight o’clock sharp. Your clothing will be selected for you and placed in your locker. For your safety, I’ll expect your hair to be pulled up in a ponytail.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Trainees are required to sit at a desk while in the classroom during the training sessions. When we’re out on the floor, I expect you to walk in front of me. I will guide you where I expect you to go. Do not leave my side for any reason. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You may refer to me as Master Chaos or Sir while we’re working one-on-one. Either is appropriate. However, when I’m conducting the class and I call upon you, I expect to be referred to as Master Chaos.”
“Yes, Master Chaos.”
“You’ll only be in my care for two nights.
I’m not sure that will allow you much time to get to know me all that well.
I can tell you, I’m not a hard-ass. I don’t have any rigid rules or instructions.
Any punishment you receive from me will be geared toward humiliation, not pain. Not from my hand at least.”
That was interesting. I wanted to ask him why not, but I kept my mouth shut and nodded.
“Have you turned in your limits list as requested?”
“No, Sir.” I never looked away from him. “But I promise to complete it before I leave tonight.”
“Very well, Miss Lautner. For this week, I look forward to being your Master.” He offered a brief smile.
“Thank you, Master Chaos.”
“If you’ve finished your discussions with your Master and you’ve turned in your paperwork, including the limits list, you’re free to go for the evening. Class will begin promptly at eight tomorrow night. I expect to see you on time and prepared.”
When Master Chaos left the room, I went over and retrieved the manila folder with my name on it.
I pulled out a chair at the long table and took a seat.
It didn’t take long for me to complete the necessary paperwork, including the nondisclosure agreement as well as my limit list. When I was finished, I placed it in the stack and made a beeline for the door.
I didn’t look back as I double-timed it to the locker room, where I quickly changed into my street clothes.
And before I risked running into Edge or Cav, I discreetly made my way through the club and out into the night.
I didn’t breathe easy until I was pulling into my apartment, and by then, easy wasn’t the word I’d use to describe my mood. There was a tightness in my chest I could only attribute to the disappointment I felt at the way the night had gone.
If I didn’t know better, I would’ve sworn my heart was broken.
“Stupid,” I admonished as I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on my pajamas.
I had some studying to do for my early class tomorrow, and though I would’ve preferred to hide under my covers and cry, I decided it was the distraction I needed.
And when my phone chirped with a text message, I didn’t bother to look.
I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I needed some time for my own pity party.
Thursday night, I would return to the training class and I would follow Master Chaos’s instructions.
And I would do the same with whoever was assigned to me for the next four weeks.
After all, I was the one who’d agreed to this class. Edge and Cav owed me nothing.
Too bad my expectations had been so high before tonight.
Had they not been, perhaps I wouldn’t be wiping away a stray tear right now.
CAV
“Did you see Jamie leave?” I asked Edge as he was closing down the club.
I’d stayed back, chatting with the others, discussing the outline for the training class and the submissives who were participating, while Edge and Cambria had talked to the submissives who had questions and followed up to ensure they had all the necessary paperwork.
“Did you not talk to her?” he asked as he flipped through a notebook on his desk.
“No. I saw her head to the locker room but never saw her after that.”
“I saw her head downstairs,” he said, his tone clipped. “She looked determined to leave, so I let her go.”
I frowned. “Without saying anything?”
“Yeah.”
Well, fuck.
I had been hoping to talk to her before she left, explain what she could expect for the training class, and reassure her that we were in no way brushing her off, merely ensuring she had the same opportunity as the other submissives.
Considering she hadn’t looked at me once during the training class, she had needed that reassurance.
Only she had disappeared.
Edge turned to look at me. “You ready?”
“I guess.”