Gaining Control

A Possible New Beginning

I sat in Master B's office, checking the time on my phone. 6:03 P.M. He was three minutes late. I sighed. I wanted to be home, watching TV and resting. Suddenly, I felt a whoosh of air as the door swung open.

"Nic, I'm so sorry," he apologized, sounding out of breath. "I was caught up in another meeting."

I shrugged. Let's just talk so I can get home. I heard him as he moved around in his chair. He then sighed.

"So, I heard what had happened Friday. I'm so sorry, Nicolas." His deep voice softened as he spoke to me. "Brittany's dominant informed me of the situation, and that's why she's here to appologize to you."

What the fuck? I heard footsteps as they walked into Master B's office, and then, they stopped.

"Kneel," I heard Terrell's voice in front of me. "Place your hands on Nicolas's knees."

Brittany's hands rested on my knees, and I chewed on my bottom lip as I wondered what would happen next.

"What do you say, slut?" Terrell's voice took on a harsher tone.

"Nicolas, I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry that you entrusted me to help you observe the scenes, and I let you down. My sexual urges came before a job I was asked to complete, and I promise it won't ever happen again."

"Apology accepted," I said, feeling as though her apology was rehearsed and fake.

I heard an intake of breath as the footsteps disappeared from my range of hearing. I turned towards Master B.

"This lifestyle has been something that I've been interested in for a while. I finally felt like I had a home in this club, but I guess I was wrong. I hate it here. I hate that I am the only blind guy here, and no one talks to me! No one asks to play, but why? Is it my eyes? Do they turn people off?"  I could feel tears threatening to fall.

"Nicolas, we want you to feel included here, but I'm unsure how. I could try to get you a mentor, or I could find you a submissive. I just...don't know how to work with someone with a disability in this regard."

I allowed my head to fall into my hands. What made me come to this club in the first place? I found it while doing an Internet search, and on a whim, decided to try my luck. I didn't even call to ask about accommodations for someone who was disabled, but why should I?

"I have a friend," Master B spoke up. "He is the master of a club in Cincinnati that caters to the disabled. Would that interest you more than being here?"

"Are you serious?" I spat. "Why are you trying to box me in? Sure, I have a disability, but what makes you think I'd want to go to a BDSM club just for the disabled? Y'all sighted people always have the answers, but it just makes me feel like I'm not good enough to be around normal people."

"Nic, that's not what I'm trying to do," Master B's voice was soft and sincere. "I want you to enjoy this club as much as everyone else. I'm not trying to be an ass here, I just don't know how to help you."

I let my thoughts wander. If I went to this BDSM club in Cincinnati, I'd have to find a ride every time I wanted to go, and I'd be separated from the sighted world. However, I'd be around people that understood what I was going through. I would feel included and accepted. Could I do this?

"Does your friend also have a disability?" I asked.

"Yes, he's visually impaired, as a matter of fact." He said.

"What about transportation?" I asked.

"He's offered to bring you there and back the first few times."

What? This dude barely knows me!

"I need some time to think this over," I said as I stood up. "I must say though, that I'd never felt so hummiliated, alone, and upset after last week's incident. Not saying it was the club's fault, but if all of your submissives are sex-crazed as Brittany, I don't want any part of it."

Master B's arm grazed the back of my hand, and I took his elbow. As we walked outside into the frigid breeze, I thanked him and dismissed him. As he walked back inside, I took out my phone to check the ETA of my driver. The name was of a woman's, an American one at that, and I couldn't wait to get home. As my phone beeped, alerting me of Serena's arrival, a ding from my phone told me that I had a new message. VoiceOver read Master B's message, informing me of the contact information of the guy in Cincinnati. As a car door slammed and my name was called, I waved my arm to show her where I was standing. I knew that upon arriving home, I would be giving Tom a call.