Only Subs Need Apply

[LordOfAnarchy]

SUBMISSIVE WANTED​

Dominant male Master in search of willing female submissive. Only true subs need apply. Must be intellectual and stimulating. Immediate vacancy needs to be filled.

Qualified applicants must show willingness to submit to and please Master with disregard to their own pleasures. Applicants must also display pristine, ladylike qualities when in the presence of others, unless instructed otherwise. Not interested in slaves, however applicant may expect to be bound, punished, and disciplined as a slave would. All other terms of arrangements will be discussed and divulged upon acceptance.

Please submit a brief bio, along with a resume, and qualifications to LOA, care of this magazine, or you may fax to 525-555-3121. Prompt responses will be given priority consideration.

Rex looked at the ad he placed in the local alternative lifestyle magazine. He rubbed his hand along his beard, wondering who, if any would reply and what kind of response he would get. Indeed it was time for him to take on another submissive. His latest had reluctantly, had to move back home to take care of family issues, but promised to return when everything was resolved. He assured her she would always be welcome, but also let her know that as a Master, accustomed to being treated as such, he would need to find another to replace her.

He knew she would be difficult to replace, years of training and servancy, walking out the door, leaving him alone. But he did love her, and had to respect her need to go back home. She too understood his position, holding back the jealousy of knowing that there would be another taking her place, sharing his bed, loving him, as she had done for so long. She had only hoped the stay away from him would be brief, so she could return to the sanctity of his mansion. Two againg parents, failing in health, didn't seem to make her feel good about returning any time soon.

Rex closed the magazine and walked through his spacious palatial estate, going room by room, packing away any rememberances of her. All those little items would be packed in a trunk, maybe one day to return to their previous spot. His office was the last room he came to, finally sitting in his chair, his computer at his fingertips. He tapped away at the keys for a bit, checking emails and various links, before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. The long day had snuck up on him and he drifted off to sleep within the comfortable chair.

He was startled awake to hear the fax machine, pick up a call. He watched as the green light blinked and listened to the printhead begin to whir as it ran from side to side of the emerging paper ...

 

[Wanton and wet]

Submission needed

The fax machined beeped urgently as the first fax came in to Master Rex. It was a promising start.

I am willing Master.

My submissive desires are deeply rooted, my experience limited but intense. I once served a master 24/7 seeking only his pleasure, which I strived for every day. I became his kept slave, used by him at his whim, displayed by him at his impulse, punished by him when I deserved it, and in all ways a captive to his desires.

In return he fed me and kept me healthy. His rough treatment of me only showed how much he truly cared for my needs. He knew I thrived on being controlled by him, whether it was for his own gratification, or for the gratification of others. I gladly suffered whatever extreme scenes he desired. I only wanted to serve him.

He is gone now . . . leaving me unfulfilled and longing for more control over my life.

My name is Natasha. I have red hair, pale skin, average breasts, long legs, no piercings, and no tattoos. My classic, innocent look gives the impression I'm part of the upscale Junior League crowd. I redden easily and have continued to follow my former master's desire for me to be clean shaven.

I will willingly serve you if you find me worthy.

Yours obediently,
sub Natasha

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex waited for the paper to fall from the printer into the bin, before stretching to retrieve it. He scanned over the impressive resume, extremely pleased with what he read, despite wondering if any others would reply to his ad? He was positive there was more than one sub who would respond.

In the meantime, he perused his applicant more closely, growing increasingly interested in meeting her. He could already feel his interest being aroused, his pants growing tight in his lap. He picked up the phone and dialed the number listed on the fax. He sighed as a lovley voice answered the other end, "Hello?"

Rex hesitated just long enough to capture her undivided attention. "Natasha?" She acknowledged it was. His voice was deep and resonating as it boomed through the phone. Hers was polite, and almost timid. He introduced himself only as "Master." Even though she didn't say anything, he could hear her held breath as she awaited what he had to say.

If she was as good as she said she was, already well-trained from a previous Master, she would be very attentive. "3225 Bridgeport Lane, Sicklersport. Seven-thirty tomorrow evening. Come prepared." He said it slowly enough to let it sink in clearly, and did not repeat himself. Confident in his approach, he simply hung up the phone.

Again, he sat back in his chair. This time, he was holding the faxed paper in his hand, imagining Natasha and what she was doing at that very instant.

 

[cindythesucker]

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Hello. My name is Virginia. I haven't any experience in being a sub but I am submissivie by nature and want nothing more than to please. I am 18 years of age and it has taken me years to gather enough courage to respond to an ad such as yours.

I am blonde, 5"9, slim, well built, and longing for a master to guide me through life. If you are interested in me (oh, do I hope you are) you may contact me at the number listed bellow. I don't mind sharing my master's love with other subs or being shared by you with other men or women.
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[cindythesucker]

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Hello. My name is Virginia. I haven't any experience in being a sub but I am submissivie by nature and want nothing more than to please. I am 18 years of age and it has taken me years to gather enough courage to respond to an ad such as yours.

I am blonde, 5"9, slim, well built, and longing for a master to guide me through life. If you are interested in me (oh, do I hope you are) you may contact me at the number listed bellow. I don't mind sharing my master's love with other subs or being shared by you with other men or women.
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[Wanton and wet]

When Master called I was breathless with surprise and anticipation.

His voice sounded so commanding and confident. It had been some time since I submitted completely to a master, suffering all the indignities of my place, and providing whatever I could for his pleasure.

"Natasha?" he said.

"Yes, Master," she said softly. "I wasn't sure you would call. I am here for you."

"3225 Bridgeport Lane, Sicklersport. Seven-thirty tomorrow evening. Come prepared." was all that Master had said. Then he hung up.

Natasha was elated, and yet very nervous about meeting a new master. She hoped he would take his domnination of her seriously, as much as she seriously took her submissive role. She was determined to make their first meeting successful.

The next evening Natasha prepared carefully, showering and shaving her pussy so it would be smooth for him. Her red hair and clear pale skin presented a delicate look. Makeup was unnecessary. She decided to wear a few things she hadn't worn since her former master left. The black choker necklace circled her thin neck, and a single ankle chain from which a silver ball dangled, adorned her left ankle. Finally, two silver rings encircled her nipples, causing them to protrude.

Master would always begin their sessions with a sharp slap on Natasha's ass, leaving his mark on her as another sign of his ownership. Natasha aimed carefully and then, as forcefully as she could, smacked her asscheek. The sharp sting and the resulting red handprint on her ass, reminded Natasha of her total submission.

Natasha picked up a long cape, slipped it around her shoulders and drove to hew new master's residence. She knocked and stood before master's door with fear, trepidation, and excitement at the new experiences she would have tonight.

 

[Erin_]

The woman's smooth red hair fell down over her cheek as she wrote out her response to the ad. One knee was drawn up to her chest, her pen tapping the knee thoughtfully as she paused to consider her words.

I am intrigued by your ad, master. More than intrigued...the words you wrote made me breathless, even now my pulse is racing at the thought of what you might think when you read this.

Erin inhaled, her hand caressing her leg lightly, her breathing more rapid.

I have always wished to know what it is to give myself over to someone...strong. I can imagine you no other way master. My name is Erin Lladro, I cannot say for sure if I am a true sub, as you seek. I know I think I am.

I am fair skinned with red hair, only 5'3", and very small framed. Please see the enclosed picture master. I hope that what you see pleases you.

Cherish me, and I will serve your every whim.
Erin Lladro

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was pleased to see that there were so many willing subs in search of a well-caring Master. At first he was only looking for one to replace the one who had departed. Sensing a bit of energy now, though, the consideration of taking on more than one intrigued him. As he reviewed Virginia's reply and Erin's reply, he wondered how many would be enough? He had plenty of rooms inhis estate to accommodate Natasha, and the other two, along with maybe two others, yet felt that he shouldn't rush into having a harem quite yet.

Natasha seemed to be an experienced, well-trained sub; at least he hoped so. He surmised, that she wouldn't need a lot of work, only to break her of her old Master's ties, and direct her in his ways. The other two, however, seemed to be prime candidates for some good, old-fashioned, sub-training. Having conversed with other Masters in the past, he was aware that having multiple subs could be difficult, but the rewards were ten times more stimulating. Rex had learned that the subs can be used as trainers of other subs.

He began to formulate the plan in his head as he reviewed the bios one last time of the three candidates. Erin, was the only one who had submitted a photo, so he was sure her words were true. Natasha's voice on the phone was one he could easily imagine as a faithful, loyal servant. Virginia was the only question in his mind.

He phoned Virginia. The conversation was just as it was with Natasha, yet, he allowed her more leeway, giving her time to get some paper to write down the address and time. He told her to be at his residence at nine am sharp, the following morning, that would give him time to evaluate Natasha. He sensed an air of nervousness, yet anxiety in Virginia's voice as he hung up the phone with her.

Rex then picked up Erin's photo and called her. He spoke to her as he held her photo in his hand. Just as he had done with the other two before, he gave Erin the address and time to be at his place. He told her six o'clock, the following evening, allowing him ample time in between to acclimate each candidate to the new surroundings. Erin's voice almost squealed with delight upon hearing the invitation, which brought a smile to Rex's face.

As Rex hung up the phone, he heard the doorbell ring. Glancing at the grandfather clock in the foyer, he noted that if it was Natasha at the door, she was prompt. It was exactly seven thirty as he passed along the marble floor. As he opened the door he found himself spellbound. He stared for a few moments as the lovely red head, looked down at her feet, head bowed. A black cape covered her body, and from what he could tell, she had nothing else on underneath. In almsot a whisper, she said, "sub Natasha here, at your request."

He ushered her in and took the cape from her as they finally made eye contact. He glanced over the porcelain body, smooth as silk as she stood there before him for inspection. He was pleased with the overall appearance, and her willingness to come totally prepared, albeit in a totally new and unfamiliar environment. He circled her repeatedly, admiring the clean shaven appearance, and the nipple rings, causing her turgid teats to poke prominently forward, begging for attention. He admired the soft, but firm cheeks, held tightly together as she stood motionless, allowing him every opportunity to inspect her. He noted the collar and the ankle chain, reserving comment on those for later.

He directed Natasha into his office located just off the foyer, and had her take a seat in the chair opposite his desk. He circled the mahogony desk and sat in his highback leather chair. He pushed the chair away from the desk, entwined his fingers within themselves and rested them on his abdomen. "So tell me, Natasha, all about yourself. Tell me in more detail about your previous Master. What did he have you do? What did he do to you? What did you like? What did you fear? Why is he no longer your Master? Most of all tell me what it is you want from this relationship?"

He watched as Natasha formulated her thoughts before speaking.

 

[saharibaby]

hello sir, am willing to

 

[Erin_]

Erin bounced happily down the stairs after hanging up the phone, her shoulder length red hair catching the light as she moved, her smile radiant and happy. "Come prepared, come prepared, come prepared..." She bounced into the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of cranberry juice, pausing midsip. "What does that mean?"

From there on in, it was only nervousness. What if she messed up? What if he didn't like her? What if she didn't like it? She finished half of her juice, pouring the rest down the sink and going into the living room. No way was she going to get any sleep tonight.

But she did...

She fell asleep curled up in a little ball on the couch, her cheek pillowed on one hand, the other tucked just beneath the loose elastic of her pajama pants.

When she woke, she did so quickly, as she always did, sitting up with a yawn and drawing open the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight before sitting back down again.

Over the next several hours, she tried on numerous outfits, "Damn, I wish I had a girl scout uniform..aren't they always supposed to be prepared?" Shaking her head, she chuckled, promising herself next time...

The outfit she finally chose was rather suiting for her she thought. It was a very short, pleated plaid skirt, grey with black, red and white plaid, a pair of white thigh highs, polished black shoes with silver buckles, and a sheer white button down shirt over a red lacy bra.

Examining herself in the mirror, Erin couldn't help but chuckle, "I hope this is prepared." She went back downstairs then, to wait until it was time to leave.

 

[Wanton and wet]

"So tell me, Natasha, all about yourself. Tell me in more detail about your previous Master. What did he have you do? What did he do to you? What did you like? What did you fear? Why is he no longer your Master? Most of all tell me what it is you want from this relationship?"

Natasha sat naked on a chair in front of Master's desk as he began to question her. She was very nervous and embarrassed in front of a stranger. He appealed to her, however, and she could visualize herself serving him faithfully.

Now he wanted her to explain her life with her former Master.

"My former Master left me, Sir," Natasha began. "He left me for a woman he brought home one night. She was a Mistress and he wanted to learn from her new ways to increase my submission. Although he controlled me completely, he knew there were things the new Mistress could teach him. But she turned the tables on him and he ended up submitting himself to her totally. She lured him into a life where he was no longer in control. He is her servant now."

Natasha paused for a moment, remembering her old life, hoping she could begin a new chapter and find another dominant man.

"Besides the mundane household duties as a submissive to my Master, I was ready to serve him at all times," Natasha continued. "He would arrive home and I would present myself to him, just as you see me now, only I would kneel at his feet, hands behind my back, knees apart, head bowed. Sometimes he would barely acknowledge me; other times he would stroke my hair and have me follow him to the living room. He would relax in his chair as I massaged his shoulders. Mostly he needed a release from the stress of the day and I would kneel between his legs and bring him off orally, never using my hands which always were behind my back. I would suck him intently as he hardened in my mouth and swallow his cum when he climaxed. It was a ritual we carried out most evenings."

Natasha continued, remembering fondly those nights after her Master came in her mouth when she laid her head on his thigh and cuddled next to his cock.

"Master would use me for his own pleasure and in whatever way he wanted. Most often I was restrained in some way as he took me forcefully in my pussy or in my ass," she said. "He controlled my pleasure, of course, usually denying my release unless I had performed well for him or it was a special treat. He delighted in seeing me helpless and bound, and wide open for his use. It frightened me to be so vulnerable to him, but I soon reveled in my humiliation as it pleased him so."

Then Natasha mentioned the playroom.

"Master had a room at the rear of the house that was designed for our dominant and submissive life. It was elaborate set up that featured many devices on which he bound me, and many implements that he used on me to teach me my place. He could even restrain me, often gagged, standing up by attaching me to a tall X-shaped cross. I spent many hours with my legs wide apart and my arms spread open over my head while Master teased and tormented me. He had a variety of whips and floggers that he used to mark me as his own. I learned to subdue the pain and use it to increase my desire to please him."

Natasha felt familiar stirrings between her legs as she recalled her past life.

"The most elaborate session Master devised involved suspension," she said. "He hogtied me securely on the floor. I lay flat on my stomach as he bound my wrists and ankles to one another behind my back. After securing an additional harness around me, he attached a length of chain that eventually pulled me off the floor until I swung free. When I reached the level of his waist, master stopped the chain and began to caress and slap body. He would spank my breasts as they dangled below me, and swing me back and forth as he used several floggers. It was an intense feeling. He finally drew me to him and forced me to suck him while I hung there, attached to him only by my mouth. He would move around, pulling me with him by his cock as he used the flogger continuously. I remember his climax as one of his most forceful as he filled my mouth with his seed."

Natasha was warming up to her stories and so was her bare pussy.

"Of course on some special occasions, Master would allow me to serve him and his friends, males usually, but often women, too," she said. "I would be naked as usual, just as I am now, and would serve drinks, set up hors d'ouevres and attend to his guests. He allowed both the women and the men to use me for their own desires, usually publicly. It was on these occasions Master liked me to be his slut, allowing others to have their way with me willingly and openly. And, I was used often at the parties. Although I was humiliated to be treated as a cheap slut, inside I was excited by the abuse. It's a feeling I have never understood. I guess it's why I have dedicated myself to a submissive lifestyle."

Natasha was very creamy between her legs by this time. She finished her submissive tale.

"I have come to you, Master, because I saw your ad and hoped there was an opportunity for me to serve another strong man," she said. "I want little more than to serve you, take care of your needs and be the same obedient servant I was for my former Master. I may look naive and proper and innocent, but deep inside there is a yearning for submission and humiliation that burns strongly. My body is yours."

"If you'll have me."

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was very pleased and amused with Natasha's open, frank, and candid response to his personal question. Natasha had, practically , openly given herself to him, to do with as he pleased. He knew, that if he were to take her he would have to do so immediately. He knew instinctively, she would be the one for him. The one to be his left hand, to sit at the floor beneath him, to his left at all times. He felt an animal attraction to her immediately and fed off that hunger.

As Natasha relayed her story, Rex parallelled many similarities with his own previous playmate, and knew Natasha would fit in just fine. He also saw how she began fidgeting the more she talked about the sex and how much it excited her. But there were the other two candidates, that brought an interest to him also, that he needed to consider. Rex laid his cards on the table.

"Natasha. From this day forward, you will be my pet, for not only were you the first, but the most qualified to quickly fill the vacancy I have." I could sense the elation in her as her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. You can rest assured you will find many similarities in your stay with me."

"Speaking of which. You will stay with me tonight, and I will sample your talents, on this our first night. When morning comes, I wish for you to return to your home, and gather what necessities you might need and make arrangements for your transition to my residence. I will have a room prepared for you. There will be no need for you to maintain two residences. I expect you to return no later than the following morning with all your belongings which you desire to bring into this household. I will inspect them and either approve or disapprove of them."

"There is something else I wish to inform you of. Since placing the ad, I have decided that I may take the liberty of acquiring an additional sub or two. Rest assured, neither candidate has the experience you do, and will never take your place as my number One, unless you choose to leave. What I will ask of you, in addition to serving me, is to assist me in the proper training of the new subs. To assist me in teaching, disciplining, and punishing them as we indoctrinate them into our unique lifestyle. They too will have their own rooms. From time to time, I may choose to have one, two, or all three serve me, but again, rest assured that you will always be considered as my number One."

The cards, having been laid out on the table were there for Natasha to see. At first, Rex was concerned that she may be opposed to sharing him with other female subs. However, when he detailed and reassured her that she would be his primary, his number One, her eyes regained that sparkle, that gleam of happiness. Rex just hoped she was up to the task of training. He now wanted to concentrate on something else that had caught his interest.

"Natasha. Having said all that, I will understand if you choose to change your mind. The task I have planned for you will not be easy, yet I am sure it can and will be very rewarding for both of us. I will await your response. If you choose to go, simply stand and walk to the door. I will fetch your cape, and you will be free to go. If you wish to stay, kneel before your new Master, pledge your allegience and devotion to him, and show him how grateful you are to him for accepting you."

Rex sat back in his chair and awaited Natasha's response. He would hate to see her go, but was prepared for it if she so decided.

 

[Wanton and wet]

Although she tried to hide her emotions, Natasha went from the heights of exhilaration, to the depths of disappointment when Master Rex explained what he decided her role would be in his life.

She inwardly cheered his decision to make her his sub and vowed to herself she would do all she could to gain his trust. But when he informed her he would also be taking on other subs, vastly inexperienced ones at that, she was devastated.

Not only did Natasha not relish sharing her Master with anyone else, she wasn't the domineering type. If she would become an assistant to Master rex in his training of two new submissives, it would take time away from her sole devotion to him and his use and abuse of her.

She was so very intensely looking forward to serving a new master, and being shared by him with his friends and colleagues. She thought she had answered his questions well and knew she had the experience to fulfill his needs. Why had he complicated her very easy decision to join him by bringing in others to complicate their lives?

But, maybe it would work, although Natasha would have to be satisfied with only partial attention from her Master. Sharing him would be difficult but his control over her would at least fill some of the void in her life since her former Master left her.

It was a difficult decision, one that she wasn't prepared to make, but one that she was expected to make at this very moment. Her body trembled in its nakedness and goosebumps appeared on her flawless pale skin as she struggled to make the right choice.

Finally, she stood nervously, gazed at Master Rex, bowed her head, and walked to the door.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex watched as Natasha contemplated what he had offered her. He thought she would jump through hoops to accept his offer. So, when she stood, bowed her head and walked to the door, his heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He could not understand why Natasha, such the perfect sub, would turn down such an offer.

He did however, prepare himself for this possibility. He did respect Natasha for who she was, so he escorted her to the foyer. The sadness weighed heavy on him as he watched her naked ass rise and fall with each step she took. As he went to fetch her cape as promised, he asked Natasha for an explanation. "Natasha? I do respect your decision, and as I have said you are free to go if you truly wish. If you would please do me the honor though, of explaining to me what it is that led to your decision?"

Rex listened as Natasha spoke openly and honestly about wanting to serve him and have all of his attention devoted to her, to do with as he pleased. She explained that she felt she could not share her Master with another, likening the relationship to a conventional marriage. She further detailed that she had no desire to be a domineering personality over training new subs.

As Rex listened, he began to understand her dilemma, and why she had made her decision. However, she was only his first interview, and the only qualified applicant at that. He felt he couldn't let Natasha slip through his hands that easily. "Natasha?" He caught her attention as he turned to her, the cape in his hands. "Please remember that you are the first I have spoken to regarding this position. You are by far the most qualified for the position I seek. I do not wish to see you go. I had said I *may* take on another sub or two, and did not say I would. To be fair to each candidate though I owe each of them the courtesy of an appearance before me. If they do not meet my qualifications, I would like to call upon you again. In the meantime, I would hope you would reconsider your decision. Please do me the respect of at least thinking about it some more. If you change your mind, or seek a compromise, please contact me and we can discuss it further."

He held the cape open seeing the pain and torment within her eyes. It was not what he seeked. He contemplated ordering her to stay, commanding her as her Master would, but he had given her his word that he would allow her to go if she so chose.

He held his breath, waiting to see if Natasha accepted the cape and walked out the door, or if she dropped to her knees before him. He also waited to see if she would say any more to him.

 

[cindythesucker]

I heard the phone ring and instantly dropped the glass I was holding. The water spilt on my new couch, but it didn't matter. I knew it could only be one person. I approached the phone and slowly picked it up after the third ring, shivering with every pound of my small body.

"Hello", said the phirm voice from the other side. Knowing it was my future master, and being a nervous young thing, I hung up the phone. It has been two days since, and spent them cursing my arm and my nerves. I'm sitting next to my window right now, wearing my pink shorts that covers no more than my underwear and a loose T-shirt, praying for the phone to ring again...

 

[Wanton and wet]

Natasha listened as Master Rex explained his plans to involve her in training as many as two more submissives. He said he didn't mean he actually would, but it clearly was his desire. If she was to totally submit to a dominant master,as she had in her former relationship, she at least expected him to be "completely" dominant and commit to her. And then to expect her to take part in training two others, well, she was only happy if she was receiving abuse, not meting it out for others.

As hard as it was to make her decision to leave, rather than share her master and therefore share her time under his control, Natasha ultimately had opted to walk to the door, signalling that she intended to leave. Master Rex's explanation was not enough to change her mind.

She accepted her cape from him and, silently, walked out of a life that, earlier in the evening, she had dreamed was too good to be true.

As it turned out, it was.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex sighed as Natasha exited through the door, Once more he extended an open invitation, that if she ever reconsidered his offer, he would be willing to bring her in as His number One.

As it was, Rex was still satisfied, that he had two other qualified applicants to interview tomorrrow. He watched Natasha drive off into the darkness and then locked down the estate, turning off each light as he made his way up the steps and into his, The Master's bedroom. He looked at the empty bed, and vowed that this would be the last night he went to bed alone, and unfulfilled.

His thoughts were consumed with the three applicants, slowly pushing Natasha out of his mind, concentrating on Erin and Virginia. Eventually he drifted off to sleep in his king size, four poster bed.

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Rex awoke the next morning, a new man, full of energy, life and zest. He looked around the sunlit room, smiling, knowing that this was a new day a new beginning. That was when the idea hit him. It was seven am, and Virginia, had been scheduled to arrive at nine. Erin was to arrive at six. He quickly padded down to his office in just his morning boxers, fetching each applicant's phone number.

He dialed Virgina first, listening to the phone ring, and ring, and ring. He had hoped he hadn't missed her already. Finally he heard her voice on the other end, a tingle of happiness singing in her voice, hearing him speak to her. He told her that a few minor things had occurred, causing him to shift times around. He informed her that she had an extra three hours to prepare. He wanted her at his residence at twelve noon, sharp! Virginia agreed, and thanked him for the extra time, happy for the time was drawing near.

Rex then called Erin. It was early for her, but Rex was happy to hear her pick up the phone after the first ring. Again, she had a certain squeal to her voice that rang excitement upon hearing his voice. He also informed Erin of the slight change in plans. Rather than give her extra time to prepare, he took six hours away, moving her appointment to the exact same time as Virginia's. Erin agreed readily, confessing to Rex that she was practically ready anyways.

Rex moved a second chair from the foyer into the office alongside the one Natasha sat in the night before. He then plodded into the kitchen and made a large mug of coffee which he then carried back upstairs into his suite. He lay back upon the bed, relaxing, thinking of how he would approach this day. He luxuriated in the feeling that washed over him as he slowly finished his morning java.

Rising from the bed, he entered the spacious bathroom and took a hot shower, scrubbing every inch of his body, admiring the fact that for his slightly elder years, he still maintained a strong athletic appearance. He exited, dried off and dressed. A nice suit and tie. He wanted the professional appearance today. He had a vast array of clothing to choose from, but he chose the gray suit, with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. Looking in the walk-in closet mirror, he vainly admitted he still looked good.

He meandered down to his office and passed the time reviewing his emails and various business opportuniy sights on the internet. He vaguely remembered the chimes on the grandfather clock announcing it was eleven, but glancing at the time on his computer monitor told him to expect the doorbell within the next few minutes. He closed out all his programs and cleared his desk awaiting the singing chimes of his doorbell.

 

[Erin_]

Where before she had hours to prepare, and was dreading the time that she would simply be left waiting...suddenly she was almost running behing.

In a rush, brushed her shining red locks once more, bending over and shaking them out just after, laughing at herself as she did so.

She applied a rich lip gloss, but no other makeup, considering that decision for a while, looking in the mirror. Her lashes were light, and tended to get lost sometimes, but her clear moss green eyes were wide and bright, the overall effect giving her a rather exotic appearance.

Deciding that exotic was probably good, she skipped down the stairs, grabbing her bag on the way out the door, a bounce in her step, her short pleated skirt flouncing as she walked.

Hopping into her car, she made sure she had the directions handy before turning the key in the ignition.

It took less time than she had anticipated, and so she was a few minutes early when she parked, hopping out of her car and practically running up the walkway to the front porch.

Her small hand trembled slightly when she reached for the doorbell, but she pressed it firmly, squaring her shoulders and biting her lip, waiting.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Right on time! The doorbell rang once more. By the time Rex had risen from his office chair and made it into the hallway, the grandfather clock was striking its sixth bell. He went to the door and looked through the small peep hole. He only spotted one, where he had hoped to see two. "Oh well," he sighed, opening the door, to see exactly which of the two applicants it was that had arrived promptly.

As he opened the doors, he eyed the red hair, thinking immediately of Natasha, but realizing the body was very different, as well as the clothing! 'At least she's a good candidate for training,' he thought to himself as he eyed the gleaming face looking directly at him. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, softly biting down upon it to hide her nervousness. His eyes focused on hers, noting the green hues that colored the cheerful eyes. He also noted, the lack of makeup, other than the shining lip gloss that sparkled from the high noon sunshine above. He also quickly analyzed the school girl outfit, pleased to see the 'attempt'.

He immediately recognized Erin from the photo she had submitted along with her original application. "Come on in Erin. I am glad you are a prompt, young lady." He escorted her to the foyer, taking her bag from her shoulder and placing it upon the coat rack. He left her standing on the marble floor, just as he had left Natasha. He circled her the same way, examining her a little more closely. Erin, however, swung her head from side to side, watching his every move as he circled her. "Training," he muttered to himself, though loud enough for Erin to hear. He studied her outfit more closely now, no longer blinded by the bright sunlight from outside. He scanned the crisp white blouse, seeing the shadow outline of what looked like a red bra hidden beneath. The super short skirt teased just enough, making her legs seem ten times longer. His eyes devoured the shapely legs encased in the white thigh high's, travelling down over her calves to the shining, sparkling, black shoes, and the reflecting silver buckle.

"Follow me," he bade as an order to Erin, waiting for her to do just that. He walked back into his office. He circled his large desk and sat in his throne as Erin chose the nearer seat. She placed her hands in her lap and spoke for the first time...

 

[Erin_]

She shifted nervously, adjusting her weight from one slim leg to the other as he circled her. To stop herself from moving too much, she clasped her hands tightly in front of her, resisting the urge to twist the material of her crisp white shirt.

"Training," he muttered to himself, and Erin winced a little, her full lips pursing in a small frown. Already she hated the fact that she disappointed him.

"Follow me," he ordered.

Erin scampered quickly after him, skipping lightly into the room and settling in the large chair that practically swallowed her lithe form. She settled on the edge of it, placing her hands in her lap and watching him.

"I'm sorry...I'm not sure exactly what you'd like me to do." She remembered his murmured word downstairs. Her clear moss green eyes were earnest, open, utterly without guile, at the moment flickering with fear.

"I learn quickly." It was the best consolation that she had to offer him, and she worried that it wasn't enough. She sat back in the chair, biting her lip again, waiting for him to tell her to leave his office and his home, positive that she had been a disappointment.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

The nervousness is exactly what Rex had wanted to instill. He watched as her bottom lip got sucked in between her teeth, gnawed upon by those pearly whites. He was sure this was an uncomfortable situation for her, yet, didn't ease the tension one bit.

"Erin?" His voice boomed, in the rather small room. He could see the young lass, jerk just a bit from the sound of his voice. Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together and rested his elbows upon his large desk. He peered into the captivating green eyes, capturing her gaze with his stare. His steel grey stare made her obviously feel uncomfortable.

"Tell me a bit more about yourself. Why is it that you came here? What is it that you are looking for?"

Rex was already formulating plans in his head, what he wanted to do to this fine young specimen. He also knew what he wanted her to do to him! However, Rex remained silent, listening to the silence as Erin formulated her thoughts and finally began to speak. He could hear her voice crack as she began telling him about herself, her life, and her history.

 

[landiek]

SUBMISSIVE WANTED

Dominant male Master in search of willing female submissive. Only true subs need apply. Must be intellectual and stimulating. Immediate vacancy needs to be filled.

Qualified applicants must show willingness to submit to and please Master with disregard to their own pleasures. Applicants must also display pristine, ladylike qualities when in the presence of others, unless instructed otherwise. Not interested in slaves, however applicant may expect to be bound, punished, and disciplined as a slave would. All other terms of arrangements will be discussed and divulged upon acceptance.

Please submit a brief bio, along with a resume, and qualifications to LOA, care of this magazine, or you may fax to 525-555-3121. Prompt responses will be given priority consideration.

Tashara read the ad many times before responding. She looked to the dusty cross in the corner and had a shiver that traveled down her spine. The one factor that had her more nervous then not was being dressed to travel.

Thus she wrote the letter that would be faxed.

"Greetings Master,

one hopes that this letter finds You in delighted peace. one is called tashara moonraven by Men but mine by the late Master William BearDancer.

one seeks the honor of serving a Master again and prays that her letter serves proper introduction.

Enclosed is the only picture of one that is available until after the will is read.

one is five seven, weighs about 138 to 145, red skinned, dark caramel brown eyes, long raven hair that graces just above the rounded flesh on the buttocks, one has one birthmark that is darker then her skin on her left breast, and has peirced ears.

one also includes a copy of her STD report and drug testing. A mandatory requirement every six months with Master William BearDancer. Master will find that the test was completed three weeks ago and matches her proir report which is also enclosed.

one is able to relocate which is why her letter may have arrived untimely. one prays that Master might grace her with consideration.

obediantly awaiting,
tashara"

The picture was of her hanging from the St. Andrew's Cross. Her full body exposed and kissing the whip. her dark hair was swirling off the shoulders and a few strands curled about her right breast. Even the dark arowhead shaped birthmark was visible in the 8x10 picture that she enclosed.

Tashara walked to the computer and started to type the letter of agreement that she once signed with her Master. She looked at the words as they appeared on the screen, her limits were unchanged. No scat, no illegal drugs of addictive nature ( cocaine, meth, crack, or speed), no sex with a minor, and above all a contract with the agreements and STD free certificate.

Tashara was proud to be STD free.. it gave her more room to breathe.. and now all she had to do was wait for a response then make a two day journey to New Hope.

"Please Great Spirit, let this be one's answer."

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex had heard the fax signal he had incoming papers to peruse. While waiting for Erin's reply, he allowed his eyes to glance towards the paper inching its way past the print head. Erin was not able to see the papers, but she knew there was something there that pertained to his business.

Rex continued to concentrate on Erin, however, knowing how rude it is to not give someone your undivided attention when they are in your presence. In addition, this was Erin's interview. This is where Rex would find out if Erin was right for him, right to be trained, right to be molded, right to serve him as he saw fit.

Not one, but three pages came through on that fax. Rex's curiosity was piqued, very quickly shifting his eyes, catching each page as it fell upon his tray. The second page caught his eye, a full page photo image of a beautiful woman spread out upon a cross. The picture deserved a lot more attention, a lot more inspection, yet Rex had Erin sitting here directly in front of him.

He realized there was the potential yet for another prospect to be interviewed. He would address that later. For now he wanted to concentrate on what was sitting in front of him. Another fine oung woman, different in so many ways from the one pictured in the recent fax. Rex gathered the three pages and squared them off, tapping them upon his desk, setting them off to the side.

He returned his gaze, his attention and his stare to Erin. "Sorry about the interruption. Now, please continue. I need to know all there is to know about you!"

 

[Erin_]

It was hard to meet his gaze, and she lowered her eyes quickly, beginning her tale. It was not particularly long.

Her curiousity had been peaked in college, during a fling with a professor. He had asked her if he could tie her up, and she had agreed. What she had felt after that though, had been indescribable. Even recounting the story to the intimidating man behind the large mahogony desk made her body shiver slightly.

The relationship with the professor had not lasted long, but something had woken in her, something that she could not seem to put to rest.

"I saw your ad." She paused, seeing him glance towards the hidden fax machine, biting her lip more fiercely, briefly closing her moss green eyes. "And I thought that perhaps I might find what I was missing."

Finished, she fell silent, her eyes intent on her hands, folded in her lap, her fall of lustrous red hair half covering her blushing cheeks.

 

[LordOfAnarchy]

Rex was being patient with her. She was admittedly new to this lifestyle, and he had to keep that in consideration. Her experience was very limited, but it is what he wanted, he reminded himself as he sat back in his chair, interlacing his fingers amongst themselves as he rested them on his stomach.

Rex could sense her naivety regarding her past, and her inability to articulate it to him in detail. That was something that would have to be worked on. He contemplated laying out the groundwork and outlines for her, but opted to change his mind. If she were going to come to him in search of awakening those hidden parts, then he would waken them. He would mold her to be his one, to serve him and attend to him as if he were the only One. He would mold her to learn that His decisions were always the right ones, and it was her duty and obligation to please him in EVERY way possible.

He inhaled, filling his lungs, and thought out his words carefully, speaking to the young redhead that sat across from him. He could see her nervousness as she hung on every word he said.

“Your propensity to be an excellent sub is well noted. It is the sub who seeks out her Master, and not the other way around, even though I did place the ad. So I will take this opportunity to tell you a bit about myself, and what to expect while in my indenture.”

Rex leaned forward once again, catching a glimpse of interest in those green eyes. “I will expect a lot from you. I will test you and your limits to no end. I will make you cry. I will make you hurt, both inside and out. I will show you things that will make you cringe. I will expose you to things you never thought imaginable.”

He continued on. “However, I will also make sure you sing to the high heavens, with such elation and joy never imagined. You will be taken to such zeniths that only I can control. But ultimately the decision lies within you to submit to me. For when you do, you acknowledge that I am in control of your body, your soul, in essence, your life, to do with as I please. Are you sure you are ready for that? I will expect nothing less than utter devotion to me and a strong willing desire to be perfect in every way possible within my eyes. It is not an easy task, nor will the road be paved. You will accept my decisions and trust that I have your best interests in mind with matters that concern you. You will be free, at designated times, to express your concerns to me, but know, ultimately, the ultimate decisions lie with me.”

Rex pushed his chair away from the desk leaving space between the desk and himself. “If this is truly what you desire, then it is you who must beg me to accept you as my sub. You must come to me, kneel before me, profess your devotion and subjugation to me, placing your being into my hands. Once you do so, there is no turning back!”

Rex waited, as he had done with Natasha, to see what the red headed beauty would do.