Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 7

Mistress

We met on the rooftop of his apartment ten minutes later. Instantly upon seeing him, I dropped to my knees.

"While I appreciate your show of respect, Lauren, you are no longer my submissive. I have trained you to be a Dom."

"Master, I don't feel like a good Dom," I replied. "Stand, Lauren. Address me as an equal." "Thank you, Mike," I said, getting to my feet.

"Now, what has happened to get you so flustered after all these years? It has been over a century since you've knelt before me."

Mike had trained me in BDSM a few decades after I had reached maturity. Since he was my father, there was no sexual component to our relationship. Right from the beginning, he knew I was a Dominant, but thought that all Dominants should experience what it was like to be a submissive.

From Mike, I learned the basics: inspection poses, how to address a Master or Mistress, the difference between calling someone Ma'am or Mistress, what it felt like to have instruments like whips and floggers used on you and eventually how to use them.

Of course, over the past century or more, I had taken these techniques and guidelines and made them my own. I then adapted them to work with humans.

"I heard that Lucy is no longer your submissive."

"Ian is taking care of her needs now," I answered in explanation.

"Was she not serving you well? Is that what you would like help with?" "No, she was the perfect submissive. This is about someone new. Well, it's not really about her, it's more about me. Well...the way I react to her, so I guess it is about her. But more about me."

Mike chuckled, and I realized I'd been rambling. "Lauren, what specifically has you concerned?"

"I'm not in control of myself when I'm around her, and I want to be with her more than I've ever wanted anything. I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her, though."

Mike's smile faded. "Hurt her? She is human, I assume." I nodded.

"You have had human submissives before. How is she different?"

It was true; over the past century, I'd had dozens of submissives, both Nermac and human. Yet with all of them, I'd always been in complete control. I couldn't begin to explain how butterfly was different, but she was.

"I don't know, Mike. I can't explain it. It's just different. I don't have the self-control that I should."

"Did you harm her?"

"No!" I said loudly, surprising both of us. "Mike, I haven't even met her, though I'm desperate to. Half of me, the animalistic side, wants to go over there right now and ravage her body—to hell with the consequences." Mike's eyes widened. "Don't worry, I won't. I'm still in control."

"Good, Lauren. What you do with your submissives when you are in control is fine. But you must know your limits—what you can and can't do with a human."

I knew what he meant. He meant that while I could enjoy her in many ways, it wasn't possible for me to have sex with her. First, I was much too strong. It would be similar to a German Sheppard breeding with a Chihuahua— not very good for the Chihuahua. In addition, Nermac not only secreted a toxin from our mouths through our retractable fangs, but we also secreted it from our genitals. If any of the toxins from either my mouth or my penis came into contact with my butterfly, it would result in immediate paralysis most likely followed by death.

In the past, I'd kept my human submissives blindfolded. It was in both of our best interests that they didn't see me. First, I wanted to know that they served me because of how well I dominated them, not simply because they were drawn to me due to my appearance. And second, it was for their safety. Because of some humans' fear of the unknown, there were many Nermac who would kill anyone who knew we existed. While we were far superior to the human race, we were not indestructible and could easily be eradicated with the use of modern warfare. While I never had true feelings for any of my submissives, I didn't want to be the reason for any of their deaths.

Actually, I thought that I was very good to my human submissives. I would have them serve me for one to two years. During that time, I would make sure that all of their needs were met, both sexually and financially, if that was relevant. I would touch them, spank them, humiliate them—whatever they desired. I would use my fingers or vibrators on them, but never my cock. As for my needs, I would either masturbate while I was in the room with them, or go and recall the scene later, while I was with one of my Nermac submissives.

When I decided to move on, I would find each woman a new Dom. Six of them had not only accepted their new Doms, but had married them, and one of the women became a Domme herself.

"What is it that I can help you with?" Mike asked, drawing me from my thoughts.

"I know how you feel about Clara. I know how much you must want her. How do you stay in control?"

There was a huge difference between Clara and butterfly. Clara wasn't human. He really couldn't hurt her, but he knew what I meant. How did he maintain control of the scene when the desire was so strong?

"I simply imagine what could happen if I lost control. What would happen? How would she feel? Would her needs be met? Would mine? Would I hurt her? All of those things keep me in control."

I took in what he said and then nodded. "Thank you." "Good luck," he called after me as I leapt from the rooftop.

After talking to Mike, I went back to the apartment and watched my butterfly for the rest of the night. It gave me time to think about what I wanted to do with her, how I wanted to proceed. I knew that I would have to take it slowly because I wanted to maintain control, not only of myself as a Nermac, but also as a Dom.

I watched her sleep all night; she barely moved, clearly worn out from our evening. I couldn't see the puddle that she'd created because the blanket was over it, but I was glad that she had slept in it and hadn't changed the sheets. To me, it meant she treasured her reward, and I fantasized about her falling asleep wearing my come on her body.

When she woke, she seemed disoriented for a moment and then looked to the spot on the sheets she had created the night before. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink as she looked at the outline of the now dry spot.

I loved how sexy she had been while serving me last night, yet how modest she was in the light of day. I knew what a vixen she could be, yet as she dressed for work, she transformed into Camila, the professional.

I watched her again on the monitors while she worked silently at her desk. When I saw that Candy was approaching, I headed out into the office so I could listen to their conversation. I was amused at how annoyed she seemed to be with Candy, who had been bragging about her newest boyfriend's oral skills. Camila didn't seem even remotely interested.

After work, I was pleased to see that she went straight home and read a book before climbing into bed. She was fitting right into my plans, and I couldn't wait for tonight, though I had something to take care of before calling my butterfly.

I picked up the phone and scrolled through the numbers. "Hello," I heard the familiar voice answer.

"Hello, Lucy, I need a favor."