Chapter 1 - Absolute Submission

"Master, what are you doing?"

Completely exposed, with pink silk ribbons strategically adorning every sensitive part of the young man's bare body, he looked like a carefully wrapped gift. His legs were spread, revealing a pert bottom, and with a slightly flushed face. He knelt before Luna Cruz.

It was the position of absolute submission.

Luna Cruz chuckled lightly. She crouched down and secured a metal nipple clamp onto him.

"Mmm…"

Daniel Quinn let out a muffled moan, his hips unconsciously swaying. Whenever he got passionate, his reactions were just like this. His large, round eyes sparkled, and his gaze involuntarily followed every small movement of Luna Cruz.

"Does it hurt?"

Luna adjusted the angle of the clamp with an almost overly serious expression as if she were doing something extremely important. Danny, however, found himself gazing at her long, curled eyelashes and suddenly wanting to kiss her.

But when she glanced in his direction, Danny awkwardly turned his head away and stammered,

"N-no, it doesn't hurt."

They had agreed to only BDSM sessions. Kissing was not permitted.

Luna Cruz laughed again, mischievously tapping the end of the nipple clamp with her fingertips. A slight tremor passed from the cold metal clamp to his brown nipple. Feather lightly danced unpredictably around the areola, inducing slight shivers and irresistible moans.

Ah, it does not hurt. It's just pure pleasure!

Daniel Quinn's eyes glistened with moisture, and the neon lights outside shone into the window, making his pupils gleam like gemstones. For some reason, Luna Cruz thought of a rare and precious breed of cat.

"Master, do you want to continue?"

His voice was very soft, but his tone was full of anticipation, an unmistakable invitation.

"It's not time yet," she caressed his chin, where stubble had yet to grow.

"Of course, let's continue."

In the crowded subway.

Luna Cruz, who had just squeezed onto the train. She caught her breath, unlocked her phone, and checked the time.

8:15.

Luckily, it was only seven or eight stops away, and it wouldn't delay her internship interview at the game company, which was scheduled to start at nine.

Thinking about how this morning she had a cute little puppy clinging to her waist, Luna smiled silently.

You stand on a bridge to admire the scenery, while the people in the building above admire you.

At this moment, Luna was the scenery in the eyes of others.

She had a tall and slender figure, long limbs, jet-black eyes, and sharp features, and she stood out among the office workers who were exhausted from work.

"Luna, let's celebrate your upcoming new internship. I invite you to dinner tonight."

A message popped up on W******p, and Luna replied quickly with a smile on her lips:

"How do you know I'll pass?"

As expected, the other end of the screen sent paragraphs of excessive praise, making even the thick-skinned Luna feel a bit embarrassed.

She had always kept her relationship with her "puppies" very clear. She had never blurred the lines between her real life and the online world like she had with Daniel Quinn, who was ambiguously caught between the two.

But that was it.

She didn't have any further plans with Danny. Whether he did or not was not within her consideration.

Luna put her phone back in her pocket, leaned against the corner of the carriage, and closed her eyes to rest. As soon as her eyes closed, the image of the young and beautiful body from last night, bound in various pleasing poses and played with by her, appeared in her mind.

The carriage swayed like a ship sailing on the sea but with no clear destination.

Perhaps she had expended too much energy the night before. Luna found herself drowsy. When there was only one stop away, she suddenly felt her body lurching downward and jolted awake.

Luna, with sleepy eyes, yawned and her eyes were involuntarily drawn to the man in front of her.

He was dressed in a stylish suit, had a slender waist and long legs, and his face was exceptionally handsome, perfectly matching Luna's aesthetics and preferences.

However, she wasn't that desperate. Besides, dealing with inexperienced submissives was only a waste of her time.

Luna Cruz contemplated taking her eyes off him but accidentally glimpsed at the screen of his phone.

"Bandage Artisan #411?"

"The Most Popular BDSM Media Account."

Really? This attractive young man seemed to be so engrossed in the posts with sensational content. Wasn't that excessive enthusiasm for a frivolous account? Luna Cruz's inner monologue was less than flattering. She was certain that he was a newbie, but his expensive suit and watch suggested otherwise. To honor Benjamins, she decided to indulge this inexperienced pup.

Amid the crowded subway, Luna Cruz smiled and handed him her business card. She whispered to him:

"All that's written there is for the novices. If you want to experience the real thing, come find me."

The man in the suit suddenly looked up, a surprised expression on his face, clearly taken aback by Luna Cruz's words.

BDSM was already a niche interest, and in the male-dominated society, the combination of a female S and a male M was exceedingly rare. How could you just casually encounter someone from the community on the subway?

The man in the suit stiffly accepted the business card and opened his mouth as if to say something, but after looking at the name on the card, he fell silent.

CR Dew?

This ID represented the most renowned bondage trainer in the community. Not only did she have an extraordinary following on Chirp, a social network platform exclusive to the BDSM community, but she also had an impeccable reputation among male M circles. Even newbies, as long as they set foot in the community, would know of her.

However, the girl in front of him, who appeared to be in her early twenties at most, couldn't possibly be the famous dominant.

Luna Cruz had never distributed business cards in person before, but it was all about making money, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. She glanced at the man with subtly reddened ears and, at the moment the subway arrived at the station, quickly disembarked and left.

After a passionate night with Daniel Quinn in a five-star hotel, she encountered such an extraordinary M in the morning. Luna Cruz was in an excellent mood, humming a tune to the office building. After registering at the front desk, she smoothly made her way to the 23rd floor.

"Hello, I'm here for the copy-writing internship interview today..."

Guided by a friendly lady, Luna Cruz reached a meeting room with frosted glass walls.

This place seemed like a great place for a session.

The exquisitely handsome face of the man from the subway flashed in her mind, but Luna Cruz suppressed her more lascivious thoughts. She pushed open the door to the meeting room, and her gaze fell upon the man she had met on the subway, now sitting at the opposite end of the long conference table.

"Hello, Miss Cruz, I'm Alex Quinn, your interviewer."