Thread: What's Your Safeword? (Torrid x I Am Nobody)

Normally Brian Dewalt liked his little brother, but the dumb asshole was really starting to wear on his last nerves. First he cheated on a gorgeous, devoted woman with his whore of a secretary, then he was caught by his wife in their marriage bed with the same idiot blonde, and now he was constantly calling Brian to rant about how the bitch wasn't going to get any of his money. As if she didn't deserve every dollar the little twerp had ever made. When his car at last pulled up to the Safeword he stayed outside for a few moments, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down after listening to another hypocritical rant left in his voicemail. He'd probably see Adam tonight, and then he could pound the dumb shit just like the good old days. Tonight, he promised himself before finally heading into the staff entrance, pulling the silver armband from his pocket. Morning, Brian, Richard called out as Brian entered the locker room, waving a friendly greeting as he squeezed into the ridiculously tight leather straps that turned on his current trainee. Got some newbies today, files are in the office. The training sessions were really more of a probationary period then anything else. Generally members were allowed to mingle together to search for doms or subs that suited their own tastes, with the staff often working as matchmakers. But new members, especially those who were inexperienced, often had wildly different expectations and conceptions of what the club would be like or what would be allowed the process didn't work unless everyone was on the same page. New subs would go through a month or so of training with a Master until they had enough basic training to know what was expected of them, while new doms went through similar training with a Master as their mentor and an experienced sub, weeding out those who wouldn't or couldn't keep things safe. The training kept everything safe, and provided a decent source of income as some would pay extra to repeat the training or continue it indefinitely. With a smile of anticipation on his face Brian headed into the small office used for all of the paperwork and bookkeeping to pick up the three folders, starting to flip through them. He'd been a Master at the club for several years now, long enough that he was given dibs over which of the newbies he would train. A new dom, one who was grinning a bit too widely in the photo and had barely squeaked through the initial questionnaire that served as an informal psych eval. Probably a waste of time. A sub that had recently moved into the area and claimed membership at a dungeon a few states away, obviously experienced enough to make the probation short as she was retaught a few details. And finally another sub, but one with no real experience that fact alone made her much more interesting to him. Casually he flipped over to the photo, and the face staring out at him nearly made his mind shut down in confusion. ...Gemma? Quickly he turned to the profile page Gemma Dewalt. She'd listed herself as married, but he knew just how much of a lie that statement had become. She didn't know that he worked here, no one in the family knew that he worked here they all thought he was in marketing somewhere. Which meant...which meant this might be the only opportunity he ever had. The subs were left kneeling upon the floor for several minutes before a door at the end of the hallway opened up, the masters and a few mistresses beginning to filter into the hall. Their appearances were as varied as the subs they were training some were in full tuxedos while others wore nothing but jeans and a leather vest over their bare chest. The only constant was the silver band around their right arm, the sign of their office. Most of them made a beeline for their assigned sub, speaking a few quiet words before leading them away deeper into the club some walked quietly behind the master, others were led along by a leash or a hand wrapped in their hair. It wasn't until there were only a few left, scattered along the hallway, before at last a man stood before Gemma. Her new Master was tall, several inches above six feet, with light blond hair cut in a short, military style. Blue eyes watched her calmly through a large opera mask that covered most of his face, leaving him nearly unrecognizable. He wore well-tailored black slacks and a dark grey dress shirt over his broad shoulders, the light silver of his armband standing out against it. One arm was behind his back while the other rested at his side, a thin riding crop in his hand as it was idly tapped against his leg. Silence for a few moments as he watched her, a faint half-smile upon his face. Finally he moved, the crop falling to firmly tap the inside of her thigh. Your posture is incorrect, he warned before continuing. Legs further apart, he said in a calm, commanding tone, the crop continuing to move and fall upon her as he continued to correct her never enough to cause pain, but the promise of it lurked behind every gentle touch. Back straight, shoulders back, chest forward. The tip of the crop fell under her chin, a soft but insistent force tilting her head up. Head up to watch your dom, so he can easily command you. At last he seemed satisfied with her corrected posture, letting the crop fall back to his side. This is the kneeling position. Whenever we are together, you will assume this position until I command you to do otherwise. Before we begin, I want to be sure you understand the safewords. If you ever want me to slow down, say the word 'yellow.' I will not stop what I am doing, but it will be scaled down until you are comfortable. If you say the word 'red,' than I will immediately stop and nothing will happen until you are ready for it. There is no shame in using either of the words, you should not hesitate to speak if you are feeling uncomfortable. Tell me the safewords, he ordered it seemed a ridiculous thing to have to repeat, but ever so often there was still a new sub who ran from the club weeping because she didn't realize she could make it stop.