Safeword: Arabesque (Safewords Book 9) (60 page)

He followed them to his old apartment over the garage, where they all sat in the living room.

“You’ll keep this apartment clean and ready for guests at any time,” Frisco told him. “If any of us have out of town visitors, they’ll be welcome to stay in either our personal bedroom, or in this apartment. We’ll need to have a serious discussion about someone moving in or being here longer than a week or so, but for less than a week? Are we all in agreement that as long as we don’t have big plans, it’s okay to invite someone without checking with the group, should we need to on the spur of the moment?”

“Fine with me,” Isaac said, “though if it doesn’t need to be spur of the moment it’d be nice to discuss it before the invitation’s made.”

Frisco nodded and said, “Cam, if you ever need to have a conversation with any of us outside of your slave role, you can ask to come here. Unless you’re here to clean, when we’re in here, you’re our equal. You can ask to come any time. Clear?”

“Thank you. Yes, it’s clear.” Cam didn’t want the ability to step out of his slave role, but knew from experience that arguing this point with Frisco would be useless.

Frisco looked at the group. “I’ve occasionally had a boy I trained need a place for a few nights when things fell apart with a Master. In the past, I’ve let them crash on the sofa if I’ve had a boy living here, and let them have the apartment for up to a week if I didn’t.”

Cam wasn’t sure how he felt about the other boys Frisco had trained, much less having them stay here, but Isaac spoke before Cam had a chance.

“You know the boys, and will know if they truly need a roof over their heads or if they’d be okay without help. We’ll leave it up to your discretion. I’m willing to give them two nights, maybe three, but longer? We’ll need to talk.”

“They’d be here as a guest,” Cassie said. She glanced at Cam and added, “They wouldn’t be here in the same capacity as before. They do none of the things assigned to Cam, except maybe keep the apartment clean. If they’re invited to eat dinner with us, they won’t help clean up. That’s Cam’s job. He’s our slave and we don’t let anyone else in.”

Cam breathed a sigh of relief Cassie knew what he was thinking. Frisco looked at Cam a few seconds and said, “Okay. I’ll be sure they understand.”

He opened a small drawer in a side table, pulled out a stack of papers, and handed several of them off the top to Cam. They were stapled neatly, and it was a long bulleted list. Four pages of items.

“These are the things you’ll be responsible for.”

Cam started down the list, and damned if his dick didn’t get hard just reading it.

On the third page, though, he quickly realized how much time all of this was going to take. It’d been a lot to do everything for Frisco when he’d lived here before, but now he’d be doing the same for Isaac, and some of it for Cassie as well.

He looked up and Frisco handed him another sheet, this one with contacts and numbers. “These are the people who’ve been handling the yard work and the cleaning. You’re responsible for making sure everything is handled to our specifications, but if you’re making enough money to hire it out? Your choice.” Frisco leaned back and added, “If they don’t do it to the level we expect though, you’ll be punished, so you need to be sure they do a good job if you hire it out.”

“Speaking of money,” Isaac said, “I’ll be taking charge of your accounts. You’ll need to go to the bank with me next week to set me up as a signatory.”

Cam nodded as his pulse raced. They were really going to give him what he wanted? Slavery in all ways? Even financial?

“You won’t touch the money in your account unless it’s an emergency. For the time being, I’ll distribute money in your account on your behalf. You’ll get a cash allowance for meals outside the house and gas for your car. I’ll make your student loan payment plus an undetermined amount, because I don’t know how much you’ll be bringing in. The rest will go into a savings account. If you need dance shoes, dance clothes, or regular clothes, one of us will take you and purchase them for you with your debit card. I’ll also pay your car insurance out of your account. If you have enough money coming in to pay for lawn maintenance and a housecleaning service on top of these expenses, I’ll let you know. If you agree to pay them, you’ll tell me and I’ll handle the check writing.”

Isaac paused to get a drink of water before continuing. “If you need to use your debit card in an emergency, you will text me immediately, or as soon as possible. If I don’t agree it was an emergency, you’ll be in deep shit.”

Frisco picked up with, “We figure it’ll take approximately five years for you to pay back your student loans on an accelerated payment plan. At the end of the five years, if we’re all still together then you’ll lose the ability to access your own money. You’ll have a credit card for emergencies, and cash we give you for an allowance. Your savings account will still be there, but you won’t have access to it. If you want to leave us, you’ll need to tell us and ask for your money.”

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“Cam,” Isaac said. “Frisco needs to know you aren’t staying because you have no choice. He’s agreed that after a time he’ll take the savings account away, so it no longer exists. At that point, what you make will be entirely ours, and we’ll give you what we feel you need for an allowance.” He tilted his head, compassion showing in his eyes. “We know you want the feeling of having no choice, but I’m siding with Frisco on this. We need you to have the choice for five years, or until you’ve paid off your student loans. If you make enough to pay them off in two years, I’ll be comfortable enough with your income ability to strip you of all financial stability, knowing you could still walk away if you wanted.”

“I won’t,” Frisco said.

Isaac glanced at Frisco and then looked back to Cam. “We’re promising you’ll have it at some point between when you pay off your student loans and three years later.” Isaac said. “We don’t normally let you see when we disagree, but have decided you need to see it now, when we’re in this apartment.”

“Isaac and I have made a few changes to your rules,” Frisco said, “and we’ve let Cassie see a copy. They’re much the same as before, with changes because I love you now, and because you’re an important and cherished part of the household.”

“And because you’ll be serving two Doms, and we’ll occasionally also demand you serve Cassie, too,” Isaac added.

Cam looked down and took a breath. It was a lot to take in at once. It was what he’d dreamed of, but he was overwhelmed and wasn’t sure what to say.

Cassie went to her knees in front of him, coming into his field of vision. “It’s all written down. You don’t have to remember everything right now. You okay?”

He pulled her from the floor up into his lap. “I’m wonderful, it’s just a lot and I needed a minute.”

Cassie curled into him and let him hold her. “I’m above you in the hierarchy, but I can’t give you orders. They’ll require you do my laundry and a bunch of other things, but you have to follow their orders before you do something I ask you to do. If you’re doing something for me instead of following their orders, we both get in trouble, so make sure you get Frisco and Isaac taken care of first, okay?”

She took a quick breath, as if she realized it hadn’t come out right, and said, “I mean, I’m not going to ask you to service me or anything, but if I wanted you to go to the range with me, or take a walk, or just go chill out and talk? You can’t unless we either get permission for you to put off your work, or all of your work is finished.”

“You have a week to live under these rules before we sign anything,” Frisco said. “We’ll meet back here in seven days, and at that time you can let us know of any changes you need to make to the contract. We’ll negotiate and hopefully sign it, but if you aren’t ready we can give you more time to live under it before you make it official.”

Cam pulled Cassie to him tighter and said, “Thank you. It’s good to know I’ll have a chance to live under them a while.” He hoped they’d let him add to the rules if he needed more.

Frisco nodded. “You’ll find sheets for your bed in your closet. We’d like you to spend a few hours in your room tomorrow looking over the contract and becoming familiar with it. Meanwhile, we’re all going to go to the living room, and you can meet us there after coming through the side door. Nothing’s changed with those rules. Do you need to talk about anything before we go?”

“No. Thank you.”

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Frisco stopped Cam at obeisance and had him kneel up.

“We’re going back to the original light/dark protocol training, but we won’t be touching you when the lights are out. You’ll go through twenty minutes of it tonight. If you can last the entire twenty minutes in the dark, you’ll be allowed an orgasm later in the evening. Last twelve minutes and you’ll get an orgasm tomorrow.”

Isaac had handled the light/dark stuff before, but they’d agreed it needed to come from both of them this time. Cam wanted to sleep at the foot of the bed, but it wouldn’t happen until the boy could survive the dark without touch.

Frisco waited for Isaac to drop the boom on the next part, and tried not to look apologetic as Isaac spoke.

“You’ll either sleep at the foot of our bed, or in your own bed, two nights a week. Cassie will get our undivided attention on those nights.”

Cam closed his eyes and looked down, but said, “Thank you, Masters. It’s as it should be.”

Frisco had known it was the right way to go, but it still broke his heart. He liked having the boy near, but he knew Cam needed immutable rules.

Cam had let them know he needed his time in their bed to feel like a privilege, and the only way to do it was to make it so. This meant taking it away from him, so the time he had it was special.

“Go to Isaac’s room downstairs and put your cuffs on. Wait for us on your knees.”

When he was gone, Frisco pulled Cassie to him. “You sure you’ll be okay up here?”

“I’m positive. I know what you have planned after the thirty minutes, and…” She shook her head. “I have a book I want to read, and I don’t get a lot of free time these days.” Smiling, she added, “I’m good. Don’t worry about me.”

* * * *

Cam waited for his Masters with a combination of excitement and trepidation. He wanted this, needed it…but he also knew they’d need to remind him he was owned.

He wanted the reminder, though, and looked forward to the pain.

His fear was palpable, but he welcomed the adrenaline rush it created. He wasn’t afraid of being harmed, he knew he’d be safe with them. His fear was because of the pain he knew wasn’t far away. They’d left the suspension cuffs out, which set his mind racing as to the possibilities.

Isaac walked in and grasped the back of Cam’s head with the self-assured hands of someone who knew they owned the person they held. “No safeword tonight, boy. Not just for your conditioning, but for the whole night.”

“Thank you, Master.” Cam gasped as he realized this meant Cassie wasn’t coming down. Frisco never played without a safeword when she was around.

Unless the stubborn-headed man had changed his mind, but Cam doubted it. Cam missed the excitement of knowing he couldn’t stop a scene and was at his Masters’ mercy, and his pulse quickened even more.

The electrodes went on his cock and balls, and the plug went up his ass. Cam moved as they told him to.

He was slave. They owned him.

Isaac attached his wrist and ankle cuffs to rings set in the wall — hands and legs positioned as if he were on a cross.

“Frisco and I will be on the bed making out. If you get in serious trouble let us know, otherwise, try to keep it dark as long as you can.” Isaac touched his back, caressed his shoulder, and took a firm, reassuring hold on the back of Cam’s neck. “The doors are locked. Nothing in the room will change just because the lights go out.”

Cam nodded and took a breath at the loss of Isaac’s hand. He didn’t turn to watch them walk across the room, though he could hear their footfalls, and then the mattress moving as both men sat.

Isaac’s voice was solemn as he said, “Lights out.”

The dark suffocated Cam. No matter how hard he tried to calm his body and force air into his lungs…the darkness was all-consuming.

“Lights on!”

They came on and, as before, he immediately felt silly. And then his balls, cock, and ass were zapped — not too bad for the first round, and he quickly composed himself so he was ready to turn the lights back off before the intensity began to ramp up.

This time he refused to let the panic take control because of the dark. He focused on the air coming into his mouth, going out. He could do this.

He needed to turn them on twice more, and the TENS was turned up enough the final time that he screamed a few times as he endured the pain so he could see his surroundings — only ordering the lights off when he could no longer handle the current to his genitals and ass.

However, when the lights gradually came up on their own to signify his time was up, he felt as if he’d done well.

Isaac held him from behind as Frisco disconnected him from the wall, and then from the electronics. The plug was the last to go, as Isaac needed to move out of the way.