His Submissive Forever ~R~ (DISCONTINUED)

~Chapter 2~

I squint at the crowd, light blinding me. The applause echoes around me, chanting my name.

"Clary! Please perform!" The man backs away. I walk to the pole on the right of the stage, shaking my hips a little bit. The people in the crowd applaud when I reach the pole. I nodded backstage telling them to start the music. ‘Talk Dirty to me’ by Jason Delüro booms around the theatre. I wrapped my right leg on the pole and start my routine. (A/N- I know nothing about pole dancing, sooo let’s skip!)

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When I finish my act, the bidding starts.

“100,000 dollars!” The man starts the bidding. “150,000 dollars!” The biddings go up gradually until someone shouts,

“3.5 million dollars!” The man looks a bit surprised. I peep at the crowd, trying to find out who the mystery voice belonged to.

“3.5 million dollars! Going once, going twice. SOLD! To number 1212.” I am then nudged off stage and back into the room I was in before.

The same woman hands me some crisp ironed clothes and pushes me into the changing room. I change into the light pink striped button-up blouse and a baby blue pleated skirt. Underneath, I have a pair of matching pink lingerie. I come out and the woman hands me pink flats with a cute little bow on the front. She then leads me out of the room and into the school foyer.

“The man that has taken you is Mr Taylor. Refer to him and Owen, as that is what he prefers to be called.” She tells me. I nod in response. We stop in front of a man in his late 50s with gray-ish hair and a few wrinkles.

“Good afternoon, Ms Everett.” He bows his head at me.

“Good afternoon, Owen.” I nod my head back at him.

“Hi. I’m Kyle Tate, I guess I’ll be your master.” A man smiles at me. He has scruffy-looking brown hair, bright brown eyes and a few freckles. He’s wearing a striped blue tank top and blue denim jeans. He has on blue converse low-tops and a lip ring.

“I’m Clary Everett, master.” I smile back at him and bow my head down in respect. He places a finger underneath my chin and lifts my head up.

“Let’s go home.” He says before turning towards the lobby door, following Owen. I follow quietly about 3 steps behind him. We leave the school I have been in for the past 10 years of my life. When we reach the outside, I’m blinded by the light. Since I haven’t been outside for ages, I take a few seconds to gawk at the outside. People were walking, cars drove past all whilst the sun shone brightly from the sky. I follow master to a red Audi and Owen opens the door for master. I get into the car after master.

“It’s a long ride. Get some sleep.” Something in the master’s voice makes me follow his orders. I feel my eyes shut and I drift off into a light slumber.

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I feel the car jolt to a stop. I open my eyelids and rub at them.

“We are here, Clary.” My master smiles at me. I blush under his gaze. I look out the tinted window and see a huge big mansion. It’s one leveled but probably reaches 200metres (NZ metric) in length. We enter through a silver, polished gate. There is a creme fountain in front of the brown double doors. 2 pillars stand next to the doors. The walls are creme while the roof is light blue.

Owen parks in the garage and gets out of the car. He holds the door open for master and I follow him out. We take our shoes off before entering the house. I follow master into a room. The door is light blue and the walls are creme. The room is really tidy with a black wooden desk and a huge closed closet. A king-sized bed sits in the middle of the room. The sheets are black and white checkered.

“This is my room. You are to sleep next to me every day unless told otherwise. In the closet, the right side is mine and the left side is yours. Your clothes will be sent over from the academy in 2 days meanwhile you can wear my sister’s clothes. Every morning you are to wake up at 8am and get breakfast for me. Wake me up at 8:30am sharp unless it’s a Monday or a Wednesday. On those days, you need to wake me up at 9. You will eat lunch and dinner with me unless I tell you not to. You are to follow me everywhere but the bathroom. I will give you 30 minutes every day to shower et cetra. You will say ‘master’ every time you speak to me. If I ask you a question, you are to answer. No talking back, no running away, no self-harm and definitely no self-pleasuring. If you have any needs, you are to ask me. If you get your period, you tell me and I will give you sanitary products.” He tells me. I nod.

“Yes master.”

“Good girl.” He praises. “Dinner will be in about 20 minutes. I have to sign some forms, you are allowed to explore the house but no going into rooms if the doors are closed.” I nod and he leaves. I take one more glance at the room, and leave to roam the house.

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