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CHAPTER 052: EMILY
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MY MASTERS CHAPTER 053: EMILY
Mat had parked just outside the café, and he was leaning against the car fiddling with his phone until he saw me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey jumper, the sleeves were rolled up, and I might have drooled. God, why were men's forearms such a big turn on for me? I couldn't be the only one who thought so. He tried to hide his laugh behind a cough when he first saw me come out of the café in my uniform. I should've definitely asked him to pick me up at my apartment instead."The dress is awful, you can admit it," I said when we got inside the car."Okay, it might not be the best outfit out there, but you would look good in anything, even bird poop," he stated.I laughed, "Bird poop?""It was the first thing I could think of!" he chuckled.Mat was the one I felt more relaxed with out of the three of them. There was just something about his personality that spoke to mine. We could talk about silly things and have a good laugh. Then again, the other guys had something else t
MY MASTERS CHAPTER 054: EMILY
Mat drove us to an Italian pizza restaurant not far from his house. The restaurant wasn't some fancy, over the top place, and I felt more relaxed here.No matter how much I loved trying out Zaveri's food—this was where I belonged; in some old-fashioned pizza place with lively voices coming from the people a few tables from our booth. Here, I was more in my element. I didn't fit in with the rich and powerful, no matter how fun it was to experience that world for a little while."Mr. Wright!" A man in the restaurant's uniform walked towards us with a big smile on his face. He was on the older side, maybe in his late fifties. "Good to see you again."Mat smiled back. "Carlos, how many times have I told you to call me Mat?" he greeted."Enough times for it to be ignored instead of forgotten," Carlos replied, his eyes widened as they connected with mine. He looked surprised to see me. "Who's the lovely lady?""Carlos, this is Emily. Emily, this is Carlos, he owns the restaurant," Mat intro
MY MASTERS CHAPTER 055: EMILY
*This chapter will contain exhibitionismHoly. Fuck.Mat's words and the feel of his hand gliding up and under my dress made me freeze. Whatever thoughts I might have had went out the window.My breathing hitched as every muscle in my body tensed. I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't help but look around the restaurant guiltily like I was doing something naughty—which I was. I didn't stop Mat from inching towards my sex or when he finally made contact with my damp panties."Relax," Mat whispered in my ear. "As long as you stay calm and quiet, they will never know. Can you do that for me? Can you pretend like you aren't going to be finger-fucked and have an orgasm in public?" I shivered at his voice, husky and full of authority."Y-yes, Sir," I whispered back, forcing myself to sit still while he pushed the panties to the side and slid one finger inside my wet pussy.Our booth was in a U-shape, hindering anyone but those right in front of us to see us. The table had a tablecloth th
MY MASTERS CHAPTER 056: EMILY
We arrived at Mat's place not long after we'd gotten into the car. The drive had been short—way too short—but also way too long. My mind couldn't decide if it was more nervous or more excited about what was going to happen.As soon as we walked into the house, Mat's demeanor changed. He wasn't the sweet guy I'd come to know but seemed sterner and more commanding.Goosebumps appeared on my arms like I could feel the change in the air. It stirred something in me, that part of me that wished—needed more than anything—to submit."Follow me." His voice had lost the gentle tone of his and instead came out harsher, deeper than usual.Swallowing nervously, because, of course, my mind had decided to let the nerves win, I trailed behind him. He'd given me the house tour the last time I was here, which contained two guest bedrooms and two bathrooms along with the kitchen and living room. But, there was one place he hadn't shown me. A door he'd said I would see later, and I guess later was now.W
MY MASTERS CHAPTER 057: EMILY
I heard him before I saw him, and I felt him before even that. My skin prickled whenever I was close to him; to any of them, really. It was like the air grew electric, and I remember I felt the same the first time I met Chris."Such a good girl, Gorgeous, following my orders so perfectly." He sounded satisfied as if this had all been a test—and now that I thought about it, it probably was a test, seeing if I would listen to him or not while he wasn't in the room.He moved closer. Having him near me made me want to look up at him, but I stayed with my head bowed down."Whenever we're alone, or in a scene, I want you to call me Sir. If we're in public and people might hear, Mat will do," he informed me while he walked slowly around me. I felt his eyes inspecting me in my pose. Was he looking for faults? Or was he simply just looking?"Remember your safeword and remember it well. Yelling out stops, will not make me stop. Use the safeword, however, and everything stops at once. Is that cl
MY MASTERS CHAPTER ONE: EMILY
For the first time in my life, I was pushing myself out of my comfort zone. My heart was beating like crazy, both from excitement and nervousness. I was on my own, having told no one about this, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing as I stared ahead of me.The door in front of me looked dark and ominous, but I knew exactly what was behind it—hot and delicious danger.My skin was clammy under the coat, the only outward sign of my nerves. I stood straight and proud, but on the inside, I was a wreck.I couldn't believe I was doing this. It wasn't too late to turn around; I hadn't entered yet. But I knew I wouldn't. This was something I had wanted to do for a long time.Having lived my whole life in a little town in Greenport, NY, I hadn't had the opportunity to do this until now. Well, that might not be entirely accurate. I moved to New York two years ago, as a transfer student, but it was only now that I had worked up the nerve to come here.Most of the time, I was
MY MASTERS CHAPTER TWO: EMILY
Someone opened the door from the other side, and with a few extra steps, I was inside.Following the receptionist, or whatever she was—welcoming committee?—further in, we walked towards another woman standing off to the side, talking to a man. This woman was older, with leather everything. Thigh high boots, in leather. A body suit, in leather. Gloves, in what also looked like leather."Mistress Claire, I have a new one. Would you show her around and inform her on how we do it here?" The brunette spoke with respect, but as she turned to look at me, her eyes once again showed signs of judgment.Why? What could possibly judge me off? It couldn't be because I was considering joining, not with her working here. That would've been double standard."Of course, Jennifer. I'll take good care of her." Claire, or Mistress Claire, looked at me with warmth, the complete opposite Jennifer had. It immediately put me at ease, or at least, a little.Jennifer gave Claire a nod before moving back to the
MY MASTERS CHAPTER THREE: EMILY
"It's fine, we can continue." I gave her a grateful smile, happy about how understanding she was. She made me feel welcome."Alright. Where were we? Oh yes. Not every scene is staged here. As you can see, we have several doors that lead to rooms, both private for those who don't wish for anyone to watch them and others for members who want to watch. We also have private viewing rooms, where you can see a scene undisturbed behind a one-way mirror. No one will be able to see you, but you can see them." It was a lot to take in; I almost felt dizzy from the amount of information I was getting.I didn't know much about Desire's den, only that it was exclusive and that they didn't have much information made public. The website had also mentioned that it was a cross between a dungeon and a sex club, seeing as public sex was permitted there, while a dungeon normally didn't allow it. I honestly didn't know why I chose this club when there were many others available in New York, but the anonymi
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