La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

December 11

Landon

It's my day off, and Frankie asked me to go to the club to help him evaluate another potential new sub. That boy's working himself into the ground, and he's taking it out on Ellis. Despite Ellis' impeccable behavior, he has a leash attached to the d-ring on his collar, which surprises me, as Frankie has never been one for leashing his subs. When I get to Frankie's office, he's working on his laptop, the leash wrapped around his knuckles as Ellis kneels perfectly still by his side, his eyes to the ground, not even glancing up as I walk in.

"No Nikolai?" I ask, slightly disappointed not to see him. He was truly beautiful.

"No, he's at home, practising his positioning," Frankie replies shortly.

"Okay. So why did you ask me to come?"

"I have a potential new submissive coming in. He needs an interview because I think he might be trouble."

"Fair enough." Though I am a bit confused why Frankie would bother with trouble. Clubs sometimes struggle to attract submissives, because the sub community is close knit, and word soon gets around if a place isn't safe for single subs, but Frankie runs La Maison with an iron fist, and he has a waiting list for new members, both sub and Dom, even just for Gold membership, which only allows entry to the main club. He only agrees to actually train the most promising, from either category, and that usually automatically allows them Platinum membership, assuming they pass the training and can pay the fee, which not everyone does or can. But with such an extensive waiting list, and absolutely no complaints from any members about the quality of the single subs available, I don't know why Frankie would be putting himself out for someone difficult.

There's a knock on the door and Frankie calls out for them to enter. My jaw drops when I see who comes in.

"Hey you're the waiter from last night!" I exclaim. He shoots me a side look, grinning, before dropping his eyes to the ground.

"Master François, Sir, thank you for seeing me." I can understand a little better why Frankie might want to train this boy. He's painfully pretty; skin like vanilla ice cream, deep, dark eyes large and elongated, very full, very pink lips, hair a wonderful mess of glossy black strands and spikes, eminently grabbable. His body under an oversized t-shirt is small, finely boned, but you can see some tone through his forearms and the movement of the tendons around his slim neck.

"Thank you for coming, Dae," Frankie tells him. "Can you adopt the waiting pose?" He looks uncertain for a moment, before gracefully dropping to his spread knees, his hands behind his back. "Very nice, you have some grace, I see."

"Thank you, Sir, I used to dance."

"Interesting," Frankie muses, "you must have some good flexibility, then."

"Some," and I see the ghost of a smile on the boy's face.

"Dae, do you have any experience in submission?" Frankie asks.

"No, Sir, but I am very interested in giving myself up in that way," the boy purrs, and I roll my eyes. Yup, trouble.

"You understand some of the concepts though, I assume? You've done research?"

"Some, Sir."

"And you would want to give yourself over to a Dominant to guide you and make your decisions?"

"Yes, Sir," but I see a flash in the boy's dark eyes that easily indicate he may find it a little difficult to give himself up completely.

"Do you have any questions, Master Landon?" Frankie asks me.