SarahH: 5:35 PM:  SIMPLE swats? Is there such a thing?

S.M.: 5:36 PM: I suppose there isn’t, but don’t let the word confuse you. Even though I’m not fond of delivering punishment in any form to someone as beautiful as yourself or any female for that matter, it doesn’t mean I won’t follow through. Like I said before, promises mean a lot to me, so if one has been broken, I WON’T be lenient.

Sarah: 5:37 PM: I have to admit to feeling a little giddy at the moment from your authoritative words and even though I don’t like punishment, I look forward to your first ‘swat’:D


Sawyer laughed as if sincerely amused. He was actually looking forward to delivering his first swat to Snowflake, too, though he hoped it was merely for pleasure.

S.M.: 5:38 PM: I’ll be envisioning your sweet body tense with the need to cum at 9 pm. We’ll be in contact soon and I’ll let you know how things are going with Ciara. Sweet dreams, my precious Snowflake.

SarahH: 5:40 PM: *sigh* Have fun this weekend, Domly One. Ciara is one lucky slave girl to have u all to herself for an entire weekend.

* * *

Twenty-five minutes later Sawyer pulled into Kerian’s expansive drive way. His estate was enormous and resembled an old castle with its old stone construction, gothic architecture and gilded wrought-iron fencing. The only thing missing were the gargoyle statues in the front yard. Sawyer grabbed his bag and walked around the property. The sun had already set so he dug out a flashlight from his bag and scanned the perimeter for any breaches in security while making note of all the points of entry and exits. As he stood in the backyard studying the tall fence for any breaks, he heard a gentle laugh ripple in the air from behind him and felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Damn, Sawyer, you’re always on the job, aren’t you?”

Sawyer shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation and swung his head around to face Kerian. “It’s in my blood. You have an amazing place.”

“Thank you, it’s been my pet project for around ten years and it’s nearly cost me my entire kinky fortune from the Dark Asylum to fix it up. It was in pretty bad disarray when I bought it, but I think I’ve made some nice progress. Come inside and see for yourself. Ciara is anxious to meet the Dom in training everyone is talking about.” Kerian’s tall figure turned and headed toward the mansion, leaving Sawyer to follow behind and ponder what everyone was discussing about him.

When Kerian and Sawyer entered the large foyer that was decorated with several of Isabel’s risqué artwork hanging on the walls, they were greeted by two topless women who looked almost identical in body shape and hair color, kneeling by the door. Their wrists and necks were ornamented with thick, black leather cuffs, their arms outstretched in front of them with their heads down in a praising position. Each had raven black hair pulled into a high pony-tail and donned only red ruffled panties. Their olive skin looked magnificent under the yellow-hue of the overhead chandelier.

“This delicious piece of fuck-cake is Ciara,” Kerian stated, bending down and touching the top of the head of the woman furthest from Sawyer. “Say hello Precious.”

Without raising her head, Ciara spoke softly. “Hello Master Morrison.”

“I’m not a Master, yet, Ciara.”

“Soon, Sawyer. From what I’ve been told, you’re training is coming along well. Your scenes have been the talk of the club and the feedback from the other patrons has been good with only a few pointers and suggestions mentioned. I’ll pass those along to you in writing before you leave. So tell me: do you have an interest in obtaining and caring for a slave?”

Sawyer rubbed his chin as he eyed the two stunning women. “I don’t know yet. I’ve never considered it. From what I’ve read, it seems like a lot of work.”

Kerian laughed jovially, his eyes smoldering as he tugged the pony on Ciara’s head, forcing her head up off the floor and gazed down into her deep brown eyes. “Yes, they’re most definitely a lot of work and require the utmost attention. But it’s the kind of work that brings nothing but pure enjoyment. Perhaps after this weekend you’ll have a taste for collaring your own slave. It’s like nothing else, Sawyer. Julia is my most prized asset and I can’t imagine my life without her. I would give all my material belongings for her, including this house, if I were forced to choose only one thing on this Earth to keep.”

Sawyer stood staring at Kerian, astounded and wordless at the sheer love he was exuding while talking about his slave. Kerian caressed Ciara’s cheek causing a soft gasp to escape her lips. Ciara’s beautiful Asian eyes were dark and unfathomable, and the look shared between the two was compelling and magnetic.

“Ciara makes the most amazing love, Sawyer. Not to say my Julia doesn’t either. And their obedience is unsurpassed,” Kerian stated, gliding his fingertips down Julia’s spine. “Ciara’s training is nearly complete and she’ll make someone a very lucky Master someday. I’m a very blessed man to have found such devotion and sexual prowess in not only one, but two women. I’ll be sad to see Ciara go, but such is the fate of training - to learn to satisfy, be gratified, and then set free to journey the path of BDSM and enjoy all the wonders held within this lifestyle.”

Sawyer wondered when his time would come to be set free and what things awaited him. Would he find ‘the one’ submissive that was right for him? Perhaps even a slave? He had no idea.

Kerian’s deep green eyes met Sawyer’s and a devious smile touched his lips. “It’s worth mentioning that these two beauties fit well together; like two puzzle pieces,” he waggled his eyebrows. “It would be their pleasure to give us all a show later. Isn’t that right, my dirty little whores?”

Sawyer winced at what Kerian had called the pair, but both women nodded obediently and without so much as a hint of offense.

Kerian moved toward a large room that looked to be a library of sorts. “Everyone else will be here shortly. Venire,” he spoke firmly causing the two women to jump to his command.

“I didn’t know you spoke Italian,” Sawyer commented.

“Yes, my mother was Italian, my father American. All commands for my slaves are in my mother’s native language. I’ve written them down for you.”

“I speak Italian, as well, so that won’t be necessary.”

Kerian’s brows rose in surprise. “Very well. How many languages do you speak?”

“A great many; my work with the CIA necessitated it. Now, let’s get down to business shall we?” Sawyer stated resolutely, moving the subject along.

Kerian guided Ciara over to Sawyer by her shoulders as Sawyer’s eyes roamed over her 5’6” frame, small breasts, slightly protruding, soft belly and firm thighs.

“I am loaning you my slave in training until Sunday evening, 5:00 p.m. with strict instructions on her treatment. She is in no way to be harmed physically or mentally. Even though she is merely one of my trainees, she is a cherished belonging and I do not loan out my slaves frivolously. I believe experiencing the hand of another Master is essential to her training, even if the Master is still in training himself. It will be a learning and growing experience for the both of you.  She demands great care and attention and I expect nothing less from you as her temporary Master. Am I clear?” Kerian pushed his shoulders back squarely and puffed his chest out as he spoke fiercely and protectively, and his masterful and unambiguous statement resonated and echoed, filling the large room with the deep timbre of his voice.

Holding a tight grip on Ciara’s shoulders, he waited for Sawyer’s acknowledgement of what was expected of him.

“Of course, Kerian. I’m honored that you and Ciara have allowed me to enjoy her company so that we may learn together what these complex roles entail. I would never harm this exquisite specimen in any way or take advantage of the gift you have both given me, even if it is only for a short while.”

Sawyer took note of Ciara’s full bee-stung lips curving upward ever so slightly.

Kerian smiled broadly, flashing his crooked teeth. “Well said, Sawyer, but before I hand over the reins to this stunning slave, I should disclose an important bit of information: the effects of a woman's willing surrender can be mind altering and life changing. I guarantee you'll never look at another woman in the same light after you've been given complete control over such a docile being. You’ll also never view yourself the same after being granted such a privileged opportunity. Now, shall we make our way to the dining room to prepare for dinner and discuss what kind of sexual activity is permitted with her?”

* * *

Dinner had been enjoyable and Sawyer’s brain was still buzzing from the heated conversations about sex, politics and everything BDSM. He and Ciara retired to a large suite on the third level with a picturesque view of the distant Denver cityscape and the large tract of land that Kerian’s home sat on. He stood staring out at the fall colors barely visible in the darkened sky. With the silence that enveloped him, he momentarily forgot he wasn’t alone. When he turned, Ciara was standing near the door with her eyes downcast.

“Are you chilled, Angel?” Sawyer asked, grabbing a light blanket off the massive king-sized, mahogany canopy bed.

Ciara tipped her head back to peek at Sawyer and smiled. “A bit, Master Morrison. How did you know?”

Sawyer was baffled by Ciara’s question. “What are you referring to?”

She turned her back to Sawyer, revealing large, beautifully detailed, black angel’s wings tattooed on her shoulder blades. She had never turned her back the whole evening, and followed several feet behind Sawyer up the passageway to the suite and he hadn’t seen them until that very moment. Sawyer dropped the blanket and rose from the bed, moving stealthily toward Ciara. The wings were glorious on her flawless skin. She was a true angel if he had ever seen one and the wings only proved his assumption. He rubbed his fingers over both blades to reassure himself they were ink and not real. When his fingers swept over her back, her skin prickled and she inhaled sharply.