Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (24 page)

“This is my show and now I’ll tell,” he chuckles. “This is our opportunity to put the rumors to rest. When you take your turn you may say and
do
whatever you wish up here, but you will take a turn,” Marcus threatens us.

“Ezra is my adopted son. I’ve loved him from the moment
we met
. No, he isn’t my lover, his wife isn’t my lover. Yes, I do engage in sexual contact with Cort and on occasion with Katya. I’ve had a hard time coming to terms with this since I hold the father role for Cortez as well. I never saw him as my son, but the guilt is still there. Also, it’s
in
bad form to touch your son’s spouses. Tsk-tsk,” he chuckles.

“
The ridiculous nature of the baby rumor,” he shakes his head. “NO! I do plan on having children in the future. But I think my lover would be pissed if I knocked up my daughter-in
-law. This was my show and tell.
Who’s
next?” He stares us down looking for a victim.

Monica crawls from my lap and stands. Marcus beams at her and I join him. She slowly makes her way to the stage. Marc
grabs her by the waist and places her on the dais.

“Hi, I’m Monica,” she says quietly. “I’m not really a huge bitch, honest. My dad was a drunk and he used to say some really bad things to my mom and me. That was my childhood and I allowed it to control my adult life. I use anorexia as a coping mechanism. I test my loved ones constantly to prove that I’m worth their time. I’m not going to allow the ghost of a horrible man to push the one man
away
that truly loves me.” She looks to the ground and blushes. “It’s not happening, Master Marcus. My skinny ass is staying dressed,” she laughs and jumps off the stage in defiance.
I wear the hugest grin imaginable while I hold Monica. I’ve whispered
I’m
so
proud of you
a billion times in her ear while the members do their show and tell.

It takes me listening to ten different stories before I unders
tand Marc’
s
diabolical plan. He’
s using this as a way to release our sins and to
tightly
bond us together in our time of trial. But the underlying reason is so delicate that I almost missed it. He’s testing us. Every member is telling their secrets. If those secrets are released then one of us is the mole. Whoever holds back will be suspect.
I have no doubt that Marcus already knows our deepest and darkest shames.

“I have a crush on one of you,” Whitt snickers at us from the stage. He winks and jumps down. He laughs tauntingly as he swaggers back to his sofa.

Queen nervously stands in the middle of the stage. She fingers the bottom of her t-shirt like she’s going to pull it off and smirks.

“Nah-uh, you guys don’
t wanna see
my
she
-male body,” she chuckles. “I’m putting my shit on the table. One of you named me Queen. I’m married to one of you. I’m not a les
bian. My best friend betrayed us all
. I’m a mother. I grew up
in a one-
bedroom walkup
and I never knew where my next meal was coming from. I spent my days at Hillbrook with the city’s elite and my nights
sleeping with a baseball bat tucked to my chest for safety.
I’ve knelt down before a drug dealer and prepared to suck cock to pay for my mother’s pain medicine. He became one of my best friends when he pulled me to my feet and said I was worth more than that. I sold my body by becoming a married man’
s mistress and that’
s why I refuse the term. I’ve
earned every dollar I have and I have more money than all of you combined. I donate more money in a week then some of you will make in a lifetime. I’
m not bragging. I
t is what it is.
I could earn a trillion dollars and I’ll still doubt my worth because once you’re a whore, you’re always a whore and forever alone…”

“Excuse me,” she says politely with tears in her voice and walks to her private room. Alex runs after her and I can tell that each and every one of us is trying to figure which person he is in her list of realities. Is he her husband, did he name her Queen, or is he the father of her child?

“I’m not taking my clothes off, asshole,” Syn growls at Marcus and he laughs, but I hear a manic strain in his voice.
“I like this better. Whitt and Queen started a trend. I will say truths but not really give the truth.” She laughs and it’s genuine and one of the most intoxicating sounds I’ve ever heard. I know all my protégées secrets. I can’t wait to see how she spins this.
“My given-name isn’t Syn. A long time ago I was a sweet, innocent girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. My sister is a submissive and she’s sitting with us right now.
The incredible woman who just fled the dungeon used to play Barbies with me. She was always Ken. And I know the answers to all of her truths,” she winks and jumps from the dais.

Member after member plays show and tell. No one holds back as I try to figure out if one of these people will betray our trust.

“I don’t want to be here,” Dalton says to no one’s surprise. “I love and hate my true Master in equal measure. I know why Marcus is making us spill our guts up here. I may be an asshole but I’m not your leak,” he glares at each and everyone one of us. “I will tell you my ultimate secret. I murdered my grandfather and I’m not ashamed.”

“Wow,” I breathe. Either he doesn’t care if that information gets leaked or he knows it won’
t because he’
s the one doing the leakage.

“
Since you guys are being
depressing
,
I won’t add to the angst,” Ezra smirks at us. “I’ll give you some romance. We all know how much I love my wife, but I thought you’d like to know how I feel about my husband. Cort this is an apology.” He points at the man in question and fists his hand over his heart.
“When you’re twelve the world is huge and exciting. Every small gesture is epic. Cortez was crushing on this girl named Faith and I was crushing on him. Long story short, he eventually got the girl, but I got my guy forever.” He blushes and casts his eyes to the floor.
“Aww,” all of us croon to his embarrassment.

“It was the summer I turned thirteen. We were running through the woods hunting and stalking invisible prey. It was hotter that hell out and Cort was running around in a pair of swim trunks. This was the day I found out that I love cha
sing my prey. I hi
d behind a tree and when he ran
by I tripped him. I tackled his ass to the ground. It was innocent play, wrestling around, and I liked it way too much,” Ezra’s pale skin burns bright in the dark of the dungeon.

“I thought he’d kick my ass, but his reaction was the same as mine, so I kissed him. I took my very first kiss and he kissed me back. It was sweet and innocent and you only get one of those in your lifetime and I couldn’t have dreamed of a better person to share the experience with. We’ve ruined each other
,
time and time again
,
since that day, but nothing will ever take that kiss away
…”

We all gaze at him misty-eyed as
Ezra struts back to his seat with a shit-eating grin on his face
. A
nd I know he just manipulated the lot of us, but it was directed at Cort. When Ezra’s in arm’s reach Cort tackles him to the chair and devours his lips. The temperature in the dungeon reaches molten lava on the hotter than hell scale.

“No,” Ezra declares in his Master Ez voice
and sits up
.
“Please,” Cort begs. “I want you now.”
“Too bad,” Ezra says, but smirks. I laugh at the genius of his plan.
If you can’t catch your prey by stalking them, you lie in wait
and
then you make them beg for you to chase them
.

“I’ll wear you down, Ezra,”
Cort vows and tries
to
take Ezra’s lips again.
“I’ve no doubt about that, Cortez. You made me beg for a decade. If you think I’ll give you what you want the first time you ask then you don’t know me very well. Master Ez is pissed at you, so no matter how badly I want to make love to you, you have to earn it.”

Ezra grabs Cort and kisses him until the man is begging and pleading. He pulls away with a smirk on his face and doesn’t relent.

Marc points at me and mouths
last man standing.

“Well, I can’t top that. I’m an open book
so I don’t have anything to tell
. You’ve all seen my bare ass. You’ve seen me in every position imaginable, so I have nothing to
show. I will make a vow instead. I promise to find
the person who has betrayed our
trust. It won’t solve all of our problems, but if our secrets are secure then so are we. I care for each and every one of you and I hope to God that it isn’t one of you. It will break my heart. May our bond be strong enough to take the impact of the shit-
storm.
The members
of Restraint may bend, but we will
never break.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Generation Next

Your
BDSM Lifestyle Insider

We at GN strive to bring you the juiciest information possible. We have scanned the world looking for the most high profile Masters. We love the Masters that own their lifestyle and do not hide behind their money. We hold high esteem for the below mentioned Master. Some day we hope to meet with this inspiring woman.
 

Master Olivia Fontaine

Master Fontaine
’s
grandmother
was the originator of the National BDSM Lifestyle Authority.
Her family began with a single club known simply as KINK. Their members’ only club spread in popularity across the world as participants in the lifestyle didn’t want to hide
in their basements
any longer. The Fontaines created the system of training that we use today. Master Olivia, while a woman, refuses the term Domme or Mistress. She simply is referred to as M
aster. Do not call her by any
other name, including her given name unless you want her wrath to fall upon you. Master resides in Las V
egas, Nevada with her seventeen-year-
old daughter. Master retired as head of the Authority one month ago when she named Devlin Conrick as her predecessor. He was promptly sent to babysit the fine Masters of Restraint.
We at
GN contacted Olivia Fontaine. GN enjoyed the lovely French accent she possess
es
, but we were promptly hung up on. No worries, we were not offended. We called back a few hours later requesting the daughter. She was a joy to speak with and offered up a fount of information. Spyder- no last name. When asked why she has no surname she replied with, “My mother refuses to say who my father is. Until I know who he is I will not take a last name. Please call me Spy.” We are more than happy to call Spyder, Spy.
We asked for more information on her father more than happy to offer research. He was a trainee of her mother’s
and that’s all she knows
. Spyder refuses a surname since by her mother’s account it was
Immaculate Conception
.

Spy describes her mother with the term Vampy Kitten. She says that the woman never ages, that her forty-two year old body resembles a woman in her late twenties or early th
irties. We were mystified by the agelessness of Master
and Spy immediately sent us a picture of Mother and Daughter.
The picture is outside of the KINK clu
b in Las Vegas. Spy was correct;
Ms. Fontaine is stunning. She’
s almost six feet in height and extremely curvaceous. We understand the vampire reference now. She doesn’t age, her skin is as white as paper, her black tresses fall in a thick wave to her waist, and her lips are an unnatural shade of crimson. The emerald green eyes blazing from the page are captivating. She must stun her submissives with her gaze. We asked Spy for permission to print her attributes since she is a minor. Spy is several inches shorter than her mother. She has the same pale skin
, vibrant lips, and captivating eyes.
Her inky
,
black hair falls in impossible ringlets to her waist. Th
e resemblance stops there. Her father’s features are prominent on the young woman’s face
. My breath was taken when I studied the picture. I informed Spy that she does in fact have a father and I know who he is. I did the research and can back up my guess with facts. I offered Spyder, surname not revealed, to join us at Generation Next. We would love to have her and I feel a deep connection with her and wish to
further
explore our bond.

We sign off as usual…
Adelaide Whittenhower
,
may you rot in hell!

Please visit
www.generationnext.com
for subscription details.

May dominance and submission feed your
needs.

Happy controlling and kneeling, boys and girls

I wait in my private room at Restraint reading the newest cop
y of Generation Next. It’
s no longer a weekly publication. Several times a day information is released on masters and submissives across the country. Wh
oever the publishers are, they’
re respectful of members who embrace the lifestyle and attack those who hide. Today’s posting is evident at how far reaching the tendrils of Generation Next’s information gathering extends. I didn’t even know the name of Master. We always called the head, Master. We didn’t even know she was a woman.

The postings are gathered on a weekly basis and printed into a brochure style pamphlet. Subscribers receive the publication e
very Saturday morning. I hold the
impressive copy in my hand. The Fontaine story wasn’t sent out during the blog emails. I was surprised to see it on the cover, along with a blown up, cropped photo of Olivia Fontaine. Yeah, stunning doesn’t cover it. I can’t believe Marcus and Devlin trained beneath this woman. She scares the hell out of me in the picture. Her force must be suffocating in person.

What’
s going to bring the Devil down on us is the new addit
ion to the back of the pamphlet,
Waters
-
Edge Publishing ;)
.
This implicates both Katya and the entire Zeitler family. And what the fuck is up with the wink
ing smiley face? I get that we’
re the mice to their
cat. I’
m sick of being toyed with. We’
re not the ones wh
o are printing this and yet we’
re being executed for it. I hope we can keep Restraint after this stunt. I’m waiting for the day I enter the building and learn our Chapter has been dissolved.

I’m using my annoyance over Generation Next and the mole to avoid the butterflies tearing up my guts. I was ushered into my private room to await instructions. Monica’s two weeks are up and our wedding is happening somewhere outside this door. I was told to dress as per usual. I’m in my favorite leather
s
and a new t-shirt-
submit
is scrawled across the front in muted black letters against the gray of the fabric.  

“Cold feet,” a smooth voice says from the doorway.
“Nah- I can’t wait to marry her. I have no doubts we are meant for each other,” I say to my best man.
“How is she with her self
-
esteem?” Marcus asks as he sits atop a desk.
“Good, actually, I think that the stamp of owne
rship a marriage provides is reassurance
enough that I love her and want to keep her. She
’s
no longer tests my motives. How’s your family life?” I cock an eyebrow at him when I see his wince.
“Not good?” I say in surprise. “I would think after w
hat I saw two weeks ago that they
’d be all over each other every second of the day.”
“Cort
was
into it while it was happening, but by the time we got home his fears reared their ugly head.
The guy love
s to say his feelings while he’
s in the
heat of the
moment.
It’s what’s keeping Ezra sane,
” Marcus smirks at me and his brown eyes twinkle with mischief.
“Oh, I remember. When he and Kat attacked each other he was professing his undying devotion. What did he say to you?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” He pulls his fingers through his black hair. He hasn’t cut it in a while and those dreaded ringlets are back.

“Cort is being a bi
gger ass than ever. I swear he’
s testing my limits. I think he wants me to lose it and snap. He can’t accept that he enjoys our company. Ultimately he feels control over all of us as he withholds his affections. We follow after him as puppy
would,
lapping up any touch he will offer. It makes me furious and fucking horny.”

My eyes rove down to his cr
otch on their own volition. He’
s bulging painfully from his trousers. I can’t help the laugh that bubbles from my throat.

“The boy is going to get it if he keeps pushing me. I barely hold the monster at bay. I found an outlet with Katya when it comes to the force part of my nature. She loves the thought of force and I love to chase her. But since Cort has enacted the no fuck policy I can’t release my beast and
it’s
building. It no longer sees Kat as the catch. Cort better watch out or someday
I will chase him around Shadow
Haven’s grounds and fuck the life out of him.” Marcus’ body
shivers as
tremors
roll
from his feet up
as the images play
out in his mind. I can
tell that he’
s fantasizing when he grabs himself and moans.
“Shit, just the thought has
me almost popping. I swear he’
s pushing me on purpose. He wants me to attack him, to take his decision away. He doesn’t want to own that he isn’t a straight man.”