Captured Effortlessly (Ain't Nobody)

Chapter 3 - I've Been Waiting for You

Most of the lights in the club had gone out, except for one spotlight on a petite announcer in the middle of the catwalk. She wore an impressive retro dress reminiscent of the 1950ies and was so tastefully made up that Tin couldn't take his eyes off her beauty.

She explained the program of the evening to applause of the excited guests:

After her introduction, she would welcome Master Kirakorn to the stage – Tin could hear the buzz of excitement around him – and he would walk around the subs on the club floor and choose the lucky person he would invite for his first demonstration later. If the person accepted – for everyone in the room it sounded like a mere formality that whoever would be chosen would accept – the Master would retire to his private room with the lucky chosen one to discuss and prepare the demonstration.

In the meantime, another Mistress, Tin didn't quite catch her name, maybe Aim or something, would use the catwalk to present the latest puppy fashion with her newest litter of freshly trained puppies. For just a moment, Tin was thinking of real dogs and was confused, before he remembered the tail-plugs and shook his head.

This place was weird.

Then, there would be a break, and after the break, the long-awaited demonstration by Master Kirakorn would happen. To finish the program off, there would be a showcase of the latest bondage class' skills – and finally, as a grand finale, Master Kirakorn would execute a long-prepared public judgement and punishment of another Master's unruly servant, at that Master's request.

Despite his lack of real interest in the program – and Tin was rather apprehensive of the idea of witnessing a public punishment, no matter how much Pete insisted it was what that person wanted – he couldn't help being just a little bit curious to see this Master in person now and see for himself if he lived up to all the hype.

Thus, he kept his eyes on the catwalk and watched the beautiful announcer leave the spotlight. The light moved towards a white, translucent set of curtains behind her.

The curtains parted and revealed... not the kind of person Tin would have thought the fabled Master to be.

The man who stepped through the curtains looked young, almost like a boy still and he seemed to disappear into the wide, flowy pants and the matching shirt he wore. At first, Tin thought the clothes were white, too, but then he saw that they had a light, green shimmer to them.

For a moment, Tin automatically looked behind the young man, concluding that he must be part of the entourage of the Master – but the visibly excited and reverent reactions of the people around him, the silent gasps at his appearance made it clear that this was... Master Kirakorn?

Against his resolve, Tin... couldn't take his eyes off him, either.

Just a few slow, deliberate steps on the catwalk and a wide smile into the audience was enough for Tin to see the glowing charisma the Master possessed; how easily he overcame that wrong first impression once he was fully on stage.

There was just something about him that kept everyone focussed on him – it looked effortless, natural. It wasn't he who commanded the entire room to look at him, everyone wanted to look, like they all yearned to bend to his will.

You could probably turn off the spotlight and people would still follow the faint shimmer of his light clothing with admiration.

The Master stepped off the catwalk at his own pace, slowly, deliberately, and Tin watched as the crowds of people parted in front of him like the red sea, their gazes respectfully lowered for the Master without his command.

Tin didn't want to look, he didn't want to stare – but he also couldn't... suddenly, the Master turned around and their eyes met.

Unlike all the other people around him, Tin couldn't lower his gaze, he felt like he was caught in a spotlight – only to realise that he actually was, literally caught in a spotlight. The Master was walking towards him, with a soft, inviting smile on his lips, his eyes wandering over Tin as if he could look right through him, at who he was inside.