Dexter (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (5 page)

“What do you
have to say for yourselves?” His voice is low and deadly. His tone of voice would be perfect as a narrator or a
s he sang the blues while fucking
your wife.

We turn as one to our Master in confusion. We have no clue what this meeting is about. He gives us calm eyes and shrugs.

He snaps his fingers at Katya and she immediately drops to her knees at his feet. My eyes widen as he unzips his pants and nods at her. I watch her face as she tries
to obey
. I can tell there’s a war raging inside her head. Cort grabs my hand underneath the table asking me to restrain him. Ezra gazes back at us wor
ried. He shakes his head no- no,
do not interfere.
Finally after Katya concludes her internal struggle she promptly sucks her Master’
s cock with voraciousness
.

My cousin and I hold our gaze in silen
t communication. This is his form
of a power play, proving that he plays his d
ominants as puppets to his will.
That
he can make the strongest of us do his bidding. I’m sure Conrick has th
e ability, but not many of the M
asters in this country can.
I surely can’t. A true, trained dominant is as control
lable as a pissed off bear. It takes
an impressive a
mount of power
to gain their submission.

I watch in fascination as Katya’s head bobs up and down. A heavy hand stops her from moving when her lips meet his body. She is held for a long moment without air. I watch her fingers tighten on his arms, fingernails biting into his skin until it breaks open. He grunts from the pain and still he holds her. Her struggles weaken from the lack of oxygen. I can hear her trying not to choke. The muscles in
her
throat are visible
as they
convulse
trying
to expel the cock lodged deep within. I begin to worry as Cort’s fingernails press into my skin. 

Our Master shouts at the ceiling taking his pleasure from the convulsions of her gag reflex. His hand tightens in her hair and a moment later he abruptly pulls her away from his cock. She kneel
s gasping for breath while her M
aster holds her hair as if
he’
s
presenting a beheaded victim
in victory
.

He stares down at her with absolute pride. Her eyes are glazed and a satisfied expression spreads across her face. I look to her husbands in shock and find that they
,
too
,
are surprised that she so thoroughly enjoyed her violation. Katya is a different woman from the newbie I trained.

“Go share with your husband, girl.” He says when she regains her breath.
Cort freezes next to me and releases my hand. I have the feeling that if he is the husband she chooses to kiss he will
make a
run for it. He releases a sigh as she stays on her side of the table.

She leans in
and kisses Ezra sharing the trace of Marcus
within her mouth. Both groan as the kiss lengthens. I look at Cortez to gauge his reaction. His lips are parted as he watches his spouses inhale each other. I wonder how often Ezra consumes our Master’s spending
s
.

“Thanks for the show, but it doesn’t answer my question,” Conrick says as Katya resumes her seat.

“We have nothing to say for ourselves since we’ve done no wrong.” He replies arrogantly.

“Explain why I keep getting complaints as members
leave your area in droves. You’
re the only club in a hundred mile radius that provides a dungeon
for
its members as well as the option to train.
You hold one of the largest cities in the country. It’s a position of power and you’re doing a lousy fucking job.
” His voice is low and seething.
“We have no issue keeping members. Me
mbership is at an all time high,
”
he says smugly.
“Ye
s, you do have a lot of members.
It’s
the quality of the member
ship
that disturbs me.
We’
re an exclusive club, allowing riffraff to join our ranks is an embarrassment to the community.”
Conrick’s fist hits the table once per word of his last sentence- boom… boom… boom
…
echoing throughout the room. He needs a lesson in emotional restraint.

“Our club provides all the amenities that a master could dream. The influx of
new
customers means a greater variet
y of prey to choose from. I can
not turn people away who wish to apply for membership. If they meet all the requirements I allow them to join. Tha
t is why we have rules. I will
not
change
the rules on a person
-
to
-
person basis. This goes against the covenant we live by.”
Our Master gets calmer as Devlin Conrick loses his cool.
“The publicity that your M
asters have brought down on our community is sickening. The more members the weaker the pool, you’re w
atering down the system.”
“We’
re going to have to agree to disagree on this issue. If you want a smaller pool you will have to place a
vote on more restrictive rules.
”
Marcus hides behind the rules that Devlin’s Master put into place.

“Fine, I agree on this concession. However, the publicity is a huge issue among your membership. Many members have gone underground because their anonymity has been compromised. They were contacted by the press and publicized in print and film.
You may have no issue with your lifestyle being on display, but many do. Parent’s don’t like it when their child’s teacher
likes to be tied up and fucked,
”
Devlin spits.
“
My son and his family didn’t wish to be in the limelight. They wanted anonymity because of their jobs. I, surely, didn’t want my dirty laundry aired. I’m an elected official running for Judge.
My campaign advisors said it’s ridiculous to run because of the recent controversy. So don’t tell me about anonymity.
It is an unfortuna
te
incident
and all we can do is
wait
it out.”
Master waves his hand in a gesture that says
W
hat
can you do?
“You fucking, arrogant Zeitlers piss me off. You think because of your clout, political standing, and financial backing that you ar
e without consequences. Losing
your
affiliate
, billionaires or not, is nothing compared to
mass of people who have left our organization. I don’t give a
shit
if we lose your money and least we would gain some privacy. This is beyond ridiculous.”
“Hate me all ya want, Conrick, but I
agree with you- this is ridiculous. You’
re complaining about a small part of your life. Try living ours for five minutes. If we sneeze it hits the paper.”

“Your membership needs training an
d you’re doing nothing about it,
”
Devlin counters.

“I a
m currently training a dominant,
”
Marcus admits.
“Oh, and what a dominant he is
.
He’s a sixteen-year-
old minor who will tie
you up for the next two years.
He
also happens to be the nephew of the
cunt
who
outted
our organization. Excuse me if that p
isses off the membership,
”
he says snidely,
“H
e was brought to us by one of our Masters. He needed the guidance my
strong hand can provide.”
Devlin
levels a stare on Whitt. Wow, he did his homework before he called this meeting.
“I need reassurance that he’s nothing like your sister, that neither of y
ou were involved with this shit-
storm. She published a book detailing private s
ituations that she had no way of
know
ing
without inside information.
My money is on you, pretty boy,
”
he says as he points at Whitt.
“I would never
betray our Master. He’
s
like
a father
to me, more so than my own. He’
s doing wonderful things for my nephew. I apologize for my sister’s actions.” Whitt drops his gaze uncomfortably. I feel bad for the kid. His family is just as screwed up by Adelaide’s actions as the rest of us. I trust him, but Devlin is correct- we have a mole.
“Alright back to the topic at hand- training.
You can’t train one member every two years when you have ten new members a week. It will be disastrous.
I watched the idiots in the dungeon before I came in here. Someone is going to ge
t hurt and you have no monitors,
”
he chastises.
“
No monitors,” Marcus snorts. “That’s rich, considering you pulled all of us away from our duties and then judged us for not being there. The climate in the club has caused us to yank many
of the monitors away. We had to switch companies that provided us with security services. The last three were compromised. I bel
ieve we have a handle on it now,
”
Marcus says confidently.
“Yeah, a handle on it,” Conrick s
ay sarcastically. “That’s why a riot team was called in last night.”
“We believe all these incidences are tied together. Our compromised security causes us to have a shortage of manpower and the fights being incited pulls everyone from their posts. I believe someone wants us to remain the top gossip. During these times things have gone awry in the dungeon as well. It can’t be a coincidence.” Marc runs a hand through his curls out of frustration. None of us knew any of this.
“Do you have proof?” Conrick inquires.

“Nothing concrete, I’m working on it,” Marcus sighs.
“Back to the training: If you had more Masters, you’d have more help. Clearly this is spiraling out of control. You have to see that.” Devlin flashes his eerie, pale stare down the table and challenges Marc. 
“
I can train three simultaneously, will that appease you?”
Master puts on a helpful face. I’ve known him since his birth
- he’
s the best actor I’ve ever see
n. I never have a clue what he’
s truly thinking. Even as we played as children I couldn’t read h
im.
“
Yes. What about him?
” Devlin points at me. “He
hasn’t trained anyone in over two
year
s
. His delicate sensibilities
prohibit it.”
His sneer informs me that he finds monogamy with your submissive ridiculous. I tend to agree with him now. I shake my head in defeat.
“I have a new
trainee as of this evening. We’
re starting tomorrow night.” I state plainly.
Everyone in the room turns their gaze of disbelief on me. I smirk. It’s nice to shock the masses. My Master scrutinizes me for long moments
and then smiles at me as if he’
s proud of me- proud that I finally grew a pair.
I
arch an eyebrow in his direction. He outwardly laughs. I smile in return. It lightens my heart when I can get a true reaction out of the asshole.

“I can take on one other if it’s necessary. Each trainee needs different levels of instruction. I also was thinking of starting a course for submissives as well. A lot of the untrained
dominant members train their
submissives incorrectly. I think training to become a Master dominant and as well as a proficient submissive
is necessary.”
“I like you,” Devlin says cheerily. His white teeth flash bright against his dark skin.
“
You will stay after the meeting. The three of us will sit down and discuss a way to fix this mess.”
“Understood, Sir. Perhaps another Master could further their training.
We could use a third instructor,
”
I offer.
“Good, good. Me
eting over- everyone who has a M
aster get the fuck out of this room.”

The room empties before he fi
nishes the
sentence. He’
s a power to be reckoned with, but he allows his emotions to get the better of him. Our Master hasn’t wavered from his steady coolness.
It makes me respect him all the more.

“I’m staying in the area for the unforeseeable future. I want
daily
meetings between the three of us scheduled. I need progress re
ports on your training sessions. Your current trainees will need to meet with me on our next meeting. We will go over the waiting list and pick one more for each of you. I a
lso want you both to take on a few
submissive trainee
s
. I know
this sounds
like a lot, but if you can train one during a session you can train three.
If you can train three dominants then you will need submissives for them to train with. You can train the submissives in their craft as well.
If you need a hand ask one of the other Masters to sit in on the session.”