"The Phoenix's Roost" - A BDSM training facility and club

PhoenixPrime

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It was a typical early summer day in Florida. It was in the mid 80's and humid, but the breeze made things balmy. I left The Roost heading for town and Home Depot to order lumbers, hardware and other supplies need to construct some 'equipment'.

I listened to the radio as I drove and went over the list to be sure nothing had been forgotten. All seemed in order.

After the hour drive it was another hour in the store ordering everything and arranging for it to be ready for an end of the week pickup.

As I strolled back to the car I was deciding whether to stay in town for supper or to return to The Roost...
 
Daisy

I was waiting for him by his car. I had heard of him, and knew that he had much land, and was very wealthy. I needed a place to stay. I had left my foster family weeks ago, and was penniless, sleeping in parks and abandoned cars. I was dirty, and tired, and hungry. I could only hope that he would be kind enough to take me in.

I knew there had been whispers about his place, but I knew nothing about them. I had watched him for a while now. He seemed caring and gentle. He had to be better than my drunken fosterfather, that was for sure.

I saw him come out of the store and almost lost the courage. I ws sure I would look like a child to him, but I was 22. Average height, and tanned, my reddish brown hair usually complimented my face and body. Now, I stood, dirty, and surely Oliver-esque, as I waited to beg a strange man to take me in. I didn't think I could stoop any lower than this.
 
As I approached the car, I noted a young woman or perhaps older teenager kind of hanging around it. Since it was shut up, locked and the alarm armed, I was rather sure that theft from it was what she was doing there.

As I grew closer I noted the less than clean clothing and rather worn clothing at that. Her hair looked as thought it hadn't been washed in several days and I figured that also included a bath or shower. She was about half a foot shorter than me and even through the dirt I could see that she could very possibly be an attrative woman or girl if she was cleaned up and properly dressed.

"Hello young lady," I said as I reached the car, "is there something I can do for you?"
 
Daisy

I looked at him, unashamed at the begging that I was about to do. "Mister, I, um, well, I have no place to stay. I heard some people say that you had a pretty big place, and I thought that you might help me. I work hard. I would work real hard for you." Shit, she thought, I sound pathetic. "Please, mister, I will do anything...anything."

Daisy didn't know what she was promising...
 
"Do you know what you're committing yourself to young lady? Anything takes in a lot to things.
"Tell me when was the last time you had a good meal, a bath or shower and slept in a bed?"

As I spoke I looked at her more closely. Her breasts poked against the loose top and appeared to be of a nice size. She stood erect, but with her head lowered. I wondered if this was a sign of a submissive personality or just her current state.
 
Daisy

Daisy answered quickly.

"It's been days, maybe a week or more. I've been sleeping outside and eating what little i can bear to out of a dumpster or two. As for my willingness, if you take me in, I will be wholly indebted to you."

She could only hope that he would take pity on her. His suggestion that anything might be more than she bargained for frightened her a little, but not nearly as much as living on the streets.
 
"I'll make a bargin with you young lady. If I do take you in it will be on a trail basis for a week. During that week you follow any and all of my instructions without hesitation or you will be punished as I decide is appropriate.
"In return for your obedience, I will provide you with a place to stay, I will feed and clothe you and I may even give you some instruction in my chosen Lifestyle if I feel you are suited to it.
"At the end of the week we will talk and if I decide you have potential I may make you a longer term offer.
"If I don't make you the long term offer I will pay you a suitable wage for the week and the work you will do during it and send you on your way.
"Now before you make a decision I will need to see some type of official picture id card so I can verify that you aren't a minor. After all I know you wouldn't want me to have any problems with the police and I damned sure would if you aren't of age.
"Take a bit of time and think about it and understand that if you agree you become subject to my will and my rules and that breach of any will cause you to be punished as I've said."

As I finished speaking I unlocked the car, opened the door and stood leaning on it awaiting her decision.
 
Daisy

Daisy thought for a moment. Why was he so concerned with her being a minor? And what was this talk about punishment. She didn't have much room for debate, though, and shuffled through her backpack.

"Here, proof. I'm not a minor." Even if he didn't let her stay, at least he would pay her wages. That was at least something.

She opened the car door as she readied herself to get in. "You're not a raving lunatic, are you?" she asked, only half joking.

His stare was piercing. It was difficult to discern whether his stare was chastising or friendly. Sometimes there was a fine line.
 
"You said you'd heard about me. Did anything you've heard indicate I was a 'raving lunatic'," I said as I entered the car and started it. The a/c cut the heat and humidity making the interior of the car a lot more comfortable and this was only June.

I turned off the radio and as I drove out of the parking lot toward "The Roost" used my cell phone to call there. Luckily it was slow this week and there were just the permanent 'staff' on site.

"Hello Mark know who this is?"

"Un huh, well I've a young lady in the car who's apparently homeless and has asked for assistance and in return will follow my instructions and work for her keep.
"Tell angel and bridgit that things need to be condition yellow by the time I arrive. She a vanilla as I imagine you can guess.
"Also tell angel to prepare the second bed in her room they'll be sharing space for a week or so and I'll decide what'll happen after that."

"Okay see y'all in about an hour. By the way, all's in order for you to make the Dom Depot, I mean Home Depot, pickup next Saturday."

"Okay that's fine. See y'all shortly."

"Now young lady lets begin your instruction on what I will not expect, but demand while you stay with me.
"First of all you will address me as "Sir" any time you need to speak to me.
"Second I require you, as do the others, show me absolute and total respect at all times. Breach of this rule will either result in harsh punishment or I'll kick you out.
"Third, for as long as you remain with me, you will leave your past behind. You will answer to 'little one' for that's all anyone will call you.
"I'll introduce you to the others who serve me on our arrival. You may address them by the names I give, but you won't pry into their past as they won't into yours.
"Fourth, from this moment on, unless you wish me to stop so you can get out, you will be permitted no secrets from me. I'm taking you into my home and I wish to learn all about anyone who lives with me. I never lie to anyone and won't tolerate being lied to.
Any lies or theft and you're out faster than you can imagine and perhaps with the police waiting for you if it's theft that causes it."

There was a pregnant silence before I spoke again.

"Now think it over and tell me if you agree to all of those rules and ask questions if you need any explained further. Decide before I leave town and if you choose to get out I'll give you twenty dollars for meals and you're on your own again."
 
Daisy

Daisy's mind reeled from his list of instructions. Dom Depot? That was NOT a slip of the tongue. It was definitely an inside joke. And little one? She wasn't sure what may be in store for her at his "estate", but the idea was formulating slowly in her mind.

What shocked her most was that the oddity of his statements excited her. She could have taken the money, hidden inside a rig and hoped to make it to New Orleans, where she could make money stripping. But the idea was exciting, going to a new, strange place. And she was hungry--and tired. He did say something about a bed on the phone.

He looked expectantly--no, demandingly--at her. She felt the words form in her mouth as if she had no control. "Yes, sir. I will obey your rules, sir."

She had only one question...

"Sir, what's a vanilla?"
 
Laughing at her question, I said, "Well first of all you've chosen to remain so for a week you are mine and will obey or be punished. I have a contract for you to read and sign assigning me those rights and acknowledging that you will abide by them all, including the punishments I feel you may earn.
"Now as to your questions," I said still chuckling, " all of those in my chosen Lifestyle refer to those not in it as 'vanilla' because vanilla is the most bland flavor of ice cream, without topping of course.
"By the way, everyone currently at The Roost, my home, is in my Lifestyle and has made the conscious decision to be in it. No one was forced or coerced. The same will be true of anyone you encounter there. If you're unsure how to address someone you haven't seen before you will address them as "Sir" or "Ma'am" always. You'll be corrected if you err, but I wouldn't make the same error twice were I you."

Now that the decision was made and we'd passed the outskirts of town I sped up and drove silently awaiting any further questions, if any, that she may have.
 
Daisy

Daisy may have been limited in her real life sexual experiences, but she was not oblivious to the world of fetishes and the like. She had caught on to his vague language pretty quickly. She had a million questions: would she be acting sexually? If so, would they restrain her? Would pain only come with punishment? What exactly was involved in a "Lifestyle" like this? The answers she formulated in her mind excited her. She imagined herself shackled and naked, awaiting punishment.

They drove in silence as she decided which questions were most important and which would be more easily discovered as she drifted from the vanilla label he had given her.

"Sir, will there be much pain involved in this...um..*****style of yours?"
 
An eyebrow arches as I glance at her, again speculatively.

"Well lil one that depends on each individuals wants and needs. Some desire more and others less, but that excludes punishments. Those are always either humiliating or painful or perhaps both depending on the infraction. After all the point is to correct behavior and teach a lesson.
"There are also those who, as time passes find that they wish to experience more pain and that is doable within the limits they set forth.
"Have you ever heard of the tri-part acyronym BDSM lil one? Do you know what it means and how each can relate to the other?"

My foot lifted a bit and we slowed appreciably as I spoke. Her question was more revealing than I believe she knew.
 
Daisy

She shivered at his answer. So matter-of-fact in his answers to questions that she viewed as strange. She suddenly felt panic grip her, but she didn't let it hang long.

"Well, sir, I have an idea, but could you explain it to me?"
 
"This time lil one I will allow you to not fully answer one of my questions, but just this time. Keep that in your mind always. Next time it occurs I will punish you.
" 'Having an idea' means you have some knowledge, right or wrong, about it and you should have told me what you know.
"However, as I said I'll answer you this once without you're answering me first.
"The 'B' stands for Bondage. A fetish many, many enjoy. Even those who won't admit it.
"The 'D' stands for Domination and Discipline. A Master or Mistress are Dominants. They met out Discipline as they feel it's warranted.
"The 's' stands for submission. There are a vast number of men and women who prefer to take a passive or submissive role in sex and for many in their daily lives. It also stands for sadism as some are truly sadist and can derive sexual pleasure just from the infliction of pain.
"Finally the 'M' stands for masochism. A masochist is one who can derive sexual pleasure just from having someone hurt them within the limits they may or may not set before hand.
"Therefore it's truly B&D, D&s, and finally S&M, but it's much easier just to use BDSM.
"I, lil one, am a Master and have been all of my life. It took years to understand why, in children's games I always tied the 'helpless captive girls' and enjoyed it so much. I've come a long way from those innocent years of discovery."

Again I drove quietly and waited, for I was sure that there would be more questions now that I'd opened the flood gate, so to speak.
 
Daisy

She listened carefully, making sure he had no questions which she would not answer fully. She surely didn't want to be punished before she had a chance to get accustomed to this place. Not that she wanted to after, but one step at a time. He turned a corner, and her stomach leapt, grumbling with sickening hunger.

She asked the next question tentatively. "Is it true...um, I mean, sir, is it true that people have code words to let their...um...masters know that they have had enough?"

She couldn't believe she almost forgot the sir, but her mind was as weary as her body.
 
With a little smile I answer, "Very happy you remembered the Sir lil one. Not a good thing to ever forget I assure you.
"To answer your question yes there can be code words or gestures, etc to let a Master or Mistress know that the submissive has reached their limit in Lifestyle play.
"However, those can never be abused. That would be like the little boy in the fable crying 'Wolf!' when there was no wolf.
"They are only to be used if the sub or slave feels they are in immenent jeapordy physically.
"Also as time passes and Master or Mistress and a sub know each other better they are usually foresaken. Trust has built to the point that the sub knows that the Dom/me will take them to their limits when they play and perhaps push those limits, but never to the point of injury.
"As you will be answering to Me and Me alone, at least in most areas for the first week, the 'Safe Word' as their called you will use if you feel it's absolutely necessary is 'Kumquat' just like the tart citrus fruit. Apt I thought since we're in Florida and also I like the little pun where the 'Kum' is involved." I concluded chuckling and grinning at the pooor joke and pun.

Again I waited, but The Roost was only about 2 miles away now. As I waited I called again and changed the code to 'green' before hanging up.
 
Daisy

Daisy leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. The nausea was overtaking her. She had so many more questions. She did not know what his threshold was for her juvenile requests for an insight into this "Lifestyle". But, she pressed on, eyes closed to limit the carsickness. It wouldn't do to get sick. There was nothing in her stomach to give her relief.

"Sir," she asked wearily, "may I ask what the colors are? Green and Yellow, I mean."

She tried to listen intently, as she concentrated on his voice rather than the bumps in the road.
 
"If you mean the ones I've been using on the phone they are to alert those at The Roost that I had a vanilla coming to dress appropriately and behave the same way.
"Now however, since you broached the subject and we are openly discussing the Lifestyle I've told them to dress as I require.
I have all of Mine dress as I find attractive, pleasing to My eyes and arousing.
"You'll very quickly learn that nudity or partial nudity is just a fact of life while you're mine and with me."

Glancing over I saw that lil one had grown pale and seemed to be hanging on by a thread. Was it to her consciouness, her stomach or what she committed herself to?

"lil one, what's wrong? Are you sick or have you had a change of mind?"
 
Daisy

"Sir, I apologize. My stomach cannot handle these bumps and curves. It has been so long since I have eaten, and I have slept so little in the last few days."

She feared him a bit in this moment. She was still not sure what was acceptable and unacceptable. Her stomach lurched as the car took a curve down a hill.

She bent her head forward and dry heaved. Tears came from the corners of her eyes. She brushed them away frantically.

"I am so sorry, sir. Please, sir..."
 
"By all of the Gods, sometimes I'm as dense as a post," I said as I slowly pulled over and stopped. Carrying the cell phone and hitting speed dial for The Roost, I hopped out of the car and hurried to her side.

I pulled open the door and turned her so if she really vomited it would be outside.

"I'm about a mile from home. Have one of the girls prepare a pot of chicken and rice soup and make a couple of light sandwiches.
"Meet Me as soon as I park with a bottle of Gatorade and bring Me a robe.
"lil one hasn't eaten in so long she's ill and I want the drink to restore her electolytes if it's needed."

I ended the call and held her gently rocking her and stroking her lank hair until her stomach settled.
 
Daisy

Daisy relaxed a bit as her stomach settled enough. She was very confused. This man, who could seem so hard, was stroking and rocking her as if she were a child. She half wanted to stay there forever in his arms, and half wanted to pull away.

"I am all right, Sir. I apologize for this."

He got back in the car and drove the mile to "The Roost" as he called it. Daisy would have been amazed if she had taken the time to look around, but her head was spinning...
 
I drove slowly onto the grounds and into the garage where they were waiting as instructed.

When I stopped I got out and took the Gatorade and went to her side of the car followed by all of the subs. Opening the door I had lil one turn and sit with her feet on the garage floor and slowly fed her the drink in little sips.

I wasn't even aware of the various states of undress that was on display as I tended to her.

The females wore thigh highs, heels, a thong and a half bra the supported without covering their nipples. He wore a thong and sandals. Nothing else.
 
Daisy

Daisy sipped on the gatorade for a while before she noticed the women and man standing near them. She gasped audibly as she saw such a display of flesh and sex. She looked at each woman's breasts discreetly, and eyed the man's crotch. This was definitely more than she could have expected, even after the Q&A session.

She looked at him questioningly.

"S-sir, will I be dressing like that...for you?"
 
"Perhaps in time lil one. Remember what I said about nudity and partial nudity?
"Now lil one stand up and undress. Don't be concerned about lack of clothes or cleanliness. That'll be taken care of as soon as you've eaten."

"angel, give me the robe."

angel took the two necessary steps and extended the hand holding the dark green satin robe and said, "Yes Master. As you command."

She took two steps backward and stood waiting any further instructions.

I waited for lil one to obey so I could help her with the robe.
 
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