Cyrus Rosemond, the bad boy of the town. Living his best life as the heir of two drug dealers/mafia leaders. Constantly causing mayhem to his parents and the people around him. What could possibly go wrong?
Heaving their last straw, Cyrus's parents...
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"Submissives are basically bottoms. They do whatever the Dominant says. They're basically owned by the Dominant. Like the rules for example, if a Submissive does something that the Dominant told him/her not to do they'll get punished. Punishments usually consist of these few examples; spankings, Orgasm delay/unable to release, No sexual interactions etc.
When the Submissive is being good the Dominant will usually reward them with anything they please or anything the Dominant believes would be a great reward. If the Submissive doesn't like something they're able to tell the Dominant that and the Dominant won't force them to do whatever it is.
There are things called safe words during these sexual interactions. For example, Green means you're good/keep going, Yellow means you need them to slow down, Red means stop. I usually let them pick their own Red word. Red is just basic, unless you want to use red.
Dominants are supposed to take care of the submissive. Making sure they eat, getting them checked up, dentist appointments, etc. To show ownership of ones submissive they collar them. Here's an example." He pulled out a picture from his drawer before sliding it towards me.
It was a picture of him a little younger with a small frail boy next to him in a blue collar with the initials, M.J.L.P.
"What does M.J.L.P mean?" I asked.
"It means, Master Javier Leonardo's Possession/Property." He said taking the photo back. I nodded before looking at the papers.
"You forgot to fill out your safe word." He said while pointing to an empty space.
"Oh, sorry." I mumbled before taking a pen off his desk. I sat there thinking.
"What do people usually use?" I asked.
"They usually use their favorite food, animal, drink the basics." He shrugged. I nodded before thinking again.
"Can I do my favorite color?" I asked. He nodded.
I smiled before putting down pink. It's light and it's not black so, I like it.
"Here you go." I said sliding the paper over to him. He took it with a nod before reading over everything.
"The blindfolded type." He smirked.
"I can change it." I mumbled.
"No no, it's just that you're the first one to come in with that kind of kink." He shrugged.
"And the first to come in with the choking kink." He chuckled.
"This is embarrassing. Can I leave?" I asked while my face began to heat up.
"No. Did you read the warnings?" He asked.
"Of course not." I chuckled. He shook his head with a sigh.
"You should read them. Then come back to me and tell me if you actually meant to sign this or not." He said while handing me the page. I sighed before snatching it.
My lazy ass is too lazy to go to my room. I lift my feet up before setting them on top of his desk before setting the page in my lap. Leonardo rolled his eyes before turning to his computer before typing.
It took me forever to finally finish reading the warnings. By then, Leonardo finished his work and was now staring off into space while sitting back with his hands behind his head.
"Here ya go." I said sliding the paper back to him.
"Did you change your mind or no?" He asked while sliding it into a folder.
"No. It's something new and I'd like to try it I guess." I said with a smile. He nodded before putting it away in a drawer with many more files.
"Well then, get ready. I have a meeting and you're coming with. Gerald put an outfit I picked out on your bed. Put it on and meet me down stairs by the door. We leave in fifteen." He said as he stood up. I nodded before walking out of his office and down the hall to my room.
When I walked in I was met with neatly folded clothes on my bed. At first I thought it was a suit until I saw that the pants were more like shorts that can't be any longer than mid thigh. The shirt is the same color as the shorts, black but see through. Very see through. In fact, looking at it makes me wonder if I should even wear a shirt at all. There was no underwear or anything.
I regret signing that contract.
I hurriedly slid the clothes on. Not going to lie, the shorts felt good against my skin. They were silky but very tight. The shirt was the same, silky but it wasn't tight it was loose probably due to the fact I look anorexic.
I looked around for a pair of shoes and found a white pair of lace less vans. I slid a pair of black socks on before sliding the vans on. I walked to the bathroom to look at my hair and when I saw it, I wanted to cry.
It stood up in so many directions. I wanted to take a shower but I've probably spent more than ten minutes already so I just combed it out, leaving my bangs to fall over my eyes.
I groaned before walking out of my room after a good five seconds of nervousness. As I walked I could hear the soft murmurs of Gerald, Jedrek and Leonardo. When I walked down they turned to me. Well Leonardo and Jedrek did, Gerald nodded before he walked outside.
"I'm starting to regret my decision." I mumbled once I was on the last step.
"You look very different, Cyrus. A good yet a very weird different." Jedrek chuckled as he fixed his tie.
"I'm going to take that as a compliment because I look good in everything." I smirked before following the two outside where a black SUV sat. Gerald sat in the drivers seat. The heater visibly running.
"How long will we be there?" I asked as I hopped in and buckled.
"A few hours." Leonardo hummed.
Hours?! You gotta be joking.
"Remember the rules. Please be very respectful here and do as I say. Call me Sir or Master at all times from here on out." He said in a serious tone making scoff but nod.
"Where are we even going?" I asked as Gerald began driving.
"A bdsm club. In the VIP room where the meeting will be held." Leonardo said while fixing his papers.
"Never been to one." I mumbled before looking out the window.
