Reporting to Master

Chapter Two

Beta'd by princess07890

I sighed as I set my keys down. I was so tired, but ecstatic at the same time. I had found my Dom, my Master.

Maybe it seemed a bit early to say that, but I knew. We hadn't talked a lot about our limits, but we had talked enough to know that we seemed to match up nicely. We mostly kept it light, as it was our first meeting.

I knew that we would be addressing deeper matters on Thursday, our next meeting.

"Oh," I sighed in relief as I stepped out of my heels. I was more of a flats kind of person, but I knew those heels would do more for my legs.

I yawned as I glanced at the clock in my kitchen; it was 1:32 am.

Sir and I were nearly the last two to leave, but it was well worth it.

I didn't bother wiping my make-up off before stripping down to only my underwear. I was much too tired.

"Oomph," I sounded as I plopped into bed. I was so tired. I sighed in relief and as my head rested on my soft pillow.

Bing! Bing! I heard my phone beep, just as my eyes were closing.

"What?" I whined as I rolled over to retrieve my clutch. I yanked my phone from the inside and slid it open. My annoyance immediately turned to excitement as I saw what was on the screen.

I hope you sleep well, Isabella; I'm sorry that I kept you so late. -Sir

I smiled lazily as I typed in my reply.

It ws worth all th sleepiness in the wrld. I M sorry if im cheesy, Sir; I had 4 glases of wine, and am only hlf wake. I M usally wordily corect too. -B

The text was horribly misspelled, but I was exhausted; I could barely see the letters as I typed. As much as I wanted to wait for a reply, I was too sleepy.

I tucked my phone under my pillow, and drifted off almost instantly.

…

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep! The obnoxious sound of my alarm clock sounded.

"Shut up!" I groaned, even though I was only talking to a machine. My hand whipped over to press the snooze button, but it landed on the off button instead.

"Damn it!" I growled. I angrily shot into sitting position, and whipped my head around to my clock. Eight o'clock; that's when I usually got up to get ready for the office.

Why am I so tired?

My questions were answered when my eyes landed on my little black dress strewn across the floor. The gala. Wait…Master Edward!

Sir, he said call him Sir, I chastised myself. I smiled widely as I realized again that I'd found my Master. Well, my Sir… for now.

You've got to remember that! It could get you in a lot of trouble! And don't judge too early! I huffed at the clock, and pushed myself off of the bed. I was thankful that I had written my article before the gala; I was prepared in case something happened. However, I still had to submit it.

"Ow," I muttered. My feet were still quite sore from those heels. I stumbled my way to the bathroom, hoping that I had some make-up wipes left.

I sighed in relief as the little green package came into sight. I did not need to stain my pillow any more than I already had.

After successfully removing my make-up, I returned to my bed to retrieve my phone. It was then that I remembered the texts. I eagerly flipped it open to find that there was one unread message in my inbox.

Ah, it was, it was…It's quite alright, Isabella, as long as you will forgive me for being so irresponsible. –Sir

Sir, there is nothing to forgive! :) It was my fault; I should have at least watched my wine intake. –Bella

I was just about to call the office, when there was another reply. I couldn't help but look before I did anything else.

Hmm…well, here is where we agree to disagree. –Sir

I chuckled as I typed in my reply.

Oh, so I should have drank more wine? You needed me a bit more drunk, huh? –Bella

I pressed send, and then proceeded to press 2; the office's speed number.

"Hello, The Seattle Times newspaper, how may I help you?" I heard on the second ring.

"Angela?" I checked.

"Oh, hey Bella!" She greeted excitedly. Angela and I have become very good friends since I started at The Seattle Times. She was the one who helped me around the building in my starting weeks.

"Hi! Hey, I won't be coming into the office today; I had to go somewhere last night and ended up staying late." I explained. "I have the article ready to submit, though."

"Alright, just a minute, let me put you on the phone with Rose." She paused. "Hey, are you still coming over for Tuesday movie night tonight?" Why we made movie nights on Tuesdays, I don't know.

"Uh, yeah! Of course, I'll be there." I confirmed.

"Awesome!" She rejoiced. After another pause,

"Ms. Swan?"

"Oh, hey Rose! I won't be coming into the office today, but, I do have the article ready to submit." I assured.

"Oh, hey honey! That's fine, as long as you have the article in by 9:00."

"Great! I'll submit it now." I told her.

"Alright, is that all you need?" She questioned.

"Uh, yeah, I just wanted to let you know." I answered.

"Alright, then, have a good day!"

"Alright!" I hung up. I sighed in relief as I eagerly checked my texts for a reply from Sir.

Cheeky, aren't you? –Sir

Hehe, quite. –Bella

Thursday…

"Hmhm," I groaned at my very annoying alarm clock. I reached over, and slapped the snooze button, and then drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

…

Ah…that was a good sleep…I mentally sighed. Wait…wasn't my alarm clock supposed to wake me? It's Thursday, isn't it? That's my off day…

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I shouted when I noticed the time. It was 11:34 am!

I'm supposed to meet Sir at 12:00!

I shot out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom. Thankfully, I had already set out my outfit for the date, and showered right before bed.

"Really fucking good impression, Bella. REALLY NICE!" I yelled to myself as I yanked my sweater over my head, not bothering to unbutton it. If I was quick, I would make it to the coffee shop just in time.

After slipping my hat on, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure that nothing was backwards, or missing.

"Alright," I sighed. I brushed through my curls as quickly as I could; it was hard, though, as my hair was almost down to my butt. I had put it up for the gala, hopefully, it wouldn't come as too much of a shock.

Oh, my precious flats, how I have missed you! I thought as I sped out of the door.

"Oh god," I sighed when I finally made it to my truck. Now that I was ready, I had time to get nervous. What would I say? What if he didn't show up?

He had turned my mind to that of an anxious teenager.

I quickly turned the wind-shield wipers on as it started to pour. I bit my lip as I got my phone out, and attempted to text Sir while still keeping my eyes on the very busy road.

I wll be thre in 5 mins. –B I managed to type in.

"Ugh," I sounded in annoyance at the traffic. I glanced down at my phone clock. It was 11:56. "Come on!" I punched the steering wheel, managing to set off horn.

"Shit." I cursed, settling my hands safely back onto the wheel.

Thankfully, after a little while, the cars started to pick up again. If there was one thing I don't like about Seattle, it is the traffic.

"Which one is it…?"I had been to this coffee shop before, but it had been a while.

Ah! There.

"Ok," I sighed in great relief as I miraculously found a parking spot. I pulled the keys out of the ignition, and stored them in my pocket before carefully stepping out of my truck.

I pushed into the coffee shop door. My stomach felt like it had butterflies in it as I anxiously looked around for Sir.

My heart-beat picked up as I spotted him at a table in a secluded corner. His eyes were on his watch, slightly narrowed.

Shit! I almost sprinted over to the table. I didn't want to be any later than I already was.

His head snapped in my direction before I made it to the table. His eyebrows immediately rose, which made me more nervous. Was it out of anger, surprise maybe? I couldn't tell.

I swallowed as I stepped forward, and I was right in front of Sir.

"U-um, I'm sorry I'm late, Sir, it won't happen again." I apologized timidly. He smiled warmly.

"It's quite alright, Isabella; it was only 3 minutes. Every second counts in play though, you know that, right?" He checked. I felt a flutter in my stomach at his velvet voice.

"Of course," I nodded smiling slightly. I stared into his eyes, mesmerized at their forest like color, as he continued,

"And I must say Isabella, you look gorgeous. I very much love your hair down," He complimented, causing me to blush scarlet.

"You don't look so bad yourself, Sir," I cracked a small smile. That was a lie; he looked like sex personified, and I could barely hide my shock.

I moved to sit down, but hesitated. It was a four chair table.

"W-where would you rather me sit?" I asked, desperate for his preference. He got the strangest glint in his eye. He stared for a moment and then ordered,

"Sit there." He pointed to the chair straight across from him. His tone had an authoritative quality to it, slightly hypnotizing. It made me a little weak to my knees.

I nodded and immediately pulled the chair out and settled myself into it. My leg immediately started to shake out of nervousness.

"So, I trust you got here safely?"

"Yeah, did you get my text?" I stupidly asked.

"Your text? When did you send it?" He narrowed his eyes.

"On my way here…." I answered nervously. Did I do something wrong?

He sighed, and his features molded into that of an angry expression.

"Why…were you texting and driving?" Sir asked calmly, though his eyes said differently.

"U-um…W-well, I was already late, a-and…well, I was only trying to multi-task…" I stuttered, now very worried of his disapproval.

Shit. I already did something wrong!

"With all of that traffic?" He asked sharply.

"I-I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…" That was my sorry excuse.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"The next time that we get together, I will be picking you up." He decided, looking up at me, a disapproving look on his face. I bit my lip and dropped my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I just wanted to let you know that I'd be here." I murmured. His eyes softened a bit.

"Why don't we change the subject?" Sir suggested. I nodded eagerly.

"Well, let's discuss your last relationship. Is that alright with you?" He asked.

"Yeah, that's fine." I nodded. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it, but if that's what he wanted to discuss, we would.

"How did this 'Jacob' introduce you to BDSM?"

I paused, and thought about how of how I would answer this question. It was a bit difficult to find a reply when I watched his lips.

"Well…it started off with light spankings, and then he confessed that he was a Dominant. He never told me about the whole lifestyle, but he discussed some things briefly, like our hard limits/soft limits, safe-words…and then we did a small scene. I just….after that, I couldn't get enough of it. He only dabbled, as I said, so he didn't do them all of the time, much to my disliking."

"What do you mean, 'Much to your disliking'?" Sir questioned.

"A few scenes and mild power play just isn't enough for me. I was constantly begging him to scene with me, or to dominate me more often, but he wasn't that into it. It got to the point where I had to earn the scene." I explained.

"What sorts of things did you do when you did scene?"

"Um…not much, actually. He had a couple of riding crops, a whip, a um…butt plug, some nipple clamps, rope…and…that is about it. I didn't really like the whip, mostly the riding crops, but he rarely got either of them out. When we did 'scene' it was mostly just a bind and fuck thing. Maybe a few light taps." I sighed.

"He sounds like he's more into light play." Sir observed. I nodded.

"Yes, and I'm not." I said.

"What would you be willing to schedule; what sort of relationship? Weekend, 24/7…"

"To be honest, every weekend is just not enough for me. I want to…live for my Mas—Dom, to be His always; I don't want to just be His sub on the weekends. Though the weekend schedule works for some, it wouldn't for me." I said.

He smiled approvingly.

"So far, it seems that we are much the same in our preferences." He noted. I nodded and turned to the front, where the coffee menu and front desk were.

"They don't have the Chai Latte anymore." I commented randomly.

"I'm sorry?"

"They don't have the Chai Latte anymore." I repeated, turning back to him. "They used to have it."

"Was it your favorite?" He was confused, probably as to why I was bringing up such an off topic thing.

"No, I just noticed it." I shrugged. My eyes went towards the big window at the front of the shop. "It's raining harder now."

Did I bring my umbrella? I asked myself. My leg still hadn't quit moving.

"You're very un-focused today." Sir said. I was….

"Yeah, I, um…" I then realized.

"Fuck." I cursed, and then set my head in my hands.

"What is it?" He asked, sounding a bit concerned.

"I…forgot my stupid meds." I sighed. In my haste, I had forgotten to take my Adderall.

"Why do you take medication?" Sir wondered.

"I, um, have ADD." I informed him.

"Ah," He nodded in understanding. "That makes sense."

"Yeah, sadly."

"You could drink some coffee." He suggested.

"W-why would I do that?" I asked, confused.

"Caffeine can be a substitute for those with ADD. Like Adderall could slightly subdue you, but make another jittery, caffeine works much the same way." He explained. I just stared before finally speaking.

"Well, now you tell me!" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead. I was the one with the disorder, yet he knew that helpful information. I had a feeling that he would know exactly how to take care of me…

"How do you know this?" I asked him.

"My cousin Alice has the same problem." Sir answered. "And my father's a doctor."

He stood from his seat.

"W-where are you going?"

"I am going to get you a coffee."

"I-I can get my own, you don't have to do that." I stopped him. He shot me a disapproving look, and then asked,

"Sugar and cream?"

"One cream, one sugar," I huffed. He nodded, and then walked off. I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he did. Ugh, those jeans!

I wonder how he looks naked… I thought. You don't need damp panties, stop!

It wasn't like it hadn't crossed my mind before, but that was not the appropriate setting to be thinking those things. I really didn't want damp underwear at the coffee shop.

I wondered what he thought about me having ADD. Would he deem me too difficult, and then move on? I hoped not. He looked nonchalant, but that could have just been his poker face.

He seems to do a great job of taking care of you already. I mentally pointed out. I couldn't wait until I got to take care of him, if this all went well. I hoped that I wouldn't be too hard to train. Jacob wasn't too strict on sub poses, or being verbal in our make-shift playroom. I knew without any input from him, that Sir would be different. I liked the idea, since what Jacob and I did wasn't nearly enough for me. I still didn't know how far I was willing to go on some things. There would be many question marks on my limits checklist.

"Here you are," I heard, pulling me from my thoughts. My eyes snapped up to Sir's handsome face. I smiled as I took the coffee from him.

"Thank you, Sir." I thanked him respectfully. He settled himself back into his chair across from me as I set the hot coffee down in front of me.

"I have a question, Sir," I spoke.

"You may ask, but, of course, be respectful."

"Of course…um, are you a sadistic Dom, or just a Dominant?" I questioned. I had been wondering about this, and I caved into my curiosity. I leaned forward, waiting for his answer.

He paused before answering,

"I'm a sadist." His voice was cautious. "Does that bother you?"

I immediately shook my head.

"No, Sir, I was wondering though." I answered. "If it bothered me that much, the community probably wouldn't be the place for me." For some reason, that newly learned information made my lady bits tingle slightly.

He chuckled slightly as I took my first sip of coffee, blushing in embarrassment at my growing arousal.

"Why do you blush do beautifully at this moment?" He questioned me, leaning back slightly. Fuck, his words…

I was felt more heat flood to my face as gulped my coffee, stalling my answer. I couldn't look into his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow.

I swallowed my last drop of coffee, taking a sharp breath as I pulled the cup away from my lips.

Great, now he is going think I am a pig. I mentally huffed. I cleared my throat.

"Um, it's just the laughing." I answered nervously, referring to his chuckles. I am a horrible liar; though, his laugh is sexy.

"Isabella, lying is not a good habit at all," He chastised, irritation mixed in with his tone.

"I-I'm really sorry, Sir," I apologized immediately. "It's just; I don't want to seem too forward…"

"When I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer. I will not be offended by the truth; I asked for it, but I doubt what you are thinking is too forward."

I took a deep breath.

"I-it's just when you, uh, your answer, um…turned me on a bit…" I mumbled the last part, putting my coffee cup to my lips again, only to be reminded that it is empty. I frowned as I set my coffee cup down, saving myself from more embarrassment. If I got anymore red, I'd be purple.

A teasing smile spread across his face. I sunk down a bit further into my chair.

"You aren't the only one, Isabella; do not feel alone in that." He had no problem with admitting it. I bit my lower lip. My leg had finally quit shaking, at least.

I needed to find a way to change the subject.

"S-so, um, when are we going to, um…our limits lists, when are we going to fill—I mean, you probably already filled out your—…" I rested my forehead in my hands, and sighed in irritation at my impaired speech.

"Isabella, it's ok. There is no need to be nervous right now," I didn't miss the "right now" part, "It's not as if I am planning to lock you in my dungeon and ravish your body until the only word you think of is 'Sir'." He smirked. "Yet." The tip of his tongue teased his bottom lip, leaving a slight wet trail behind.

Oh, come on! This isn't fair. I mentally huffed. I unconsciously pressed my thighs together, attempting to find some sort of friction between my legs. He was on the verge of making me more aroused that I had been in years, right in the middle of a coffee shop full of people, with only a few sentences.

This is not how I planned on this meeting going, though I should have expected something to happen. He is handsome, charismatic, smooth, dominant, intelligent, and just about everything I am attracted to. I had to remind myself that it was not just for those traits that I was there. We were there to discuss things, get to know each other, and enjoy our time. I knew he was just having a little fun messing with me, though his fun made my panties wet.

Though, I'm almost sure that was his goal.

"You have a dungeon?" I questioned, after taking a deep breath. He chuckled and nodded.

"My estate is quite large. It is located in the basement, though I also have a playroom." He answered.

"So, I'm guessing you keep all of your toys in your playroom?" It would be a bit difficult to have two places to memorize whenever I cleaned them.

He nodded in confirmation, and smiled slightly.

"So, Isabella, out of the 5 levels of power exchange*, what level are you willing to go up to?" He asked, leaning back, an expectant look on his face.

I sat back and pensively bit my lip as I thought.

I really hadn't had my limits pushed at all with Jacob, though I didn't know exactly what those limits were. I didn't know particularly how far I was willing to go when it came to my Master.

How much of myself was I willing to give?

I already knew the answer. My desire was to give myself over fully, to be dictated by Him. But…what exactly did that entail? Was I really willing to go up to level 5? I had heard of the psychological damage that a failure of that kind of relationship could bring. This was the level that was played out in the famous Ann Rice novels, fantasy levels. I didn't know if I was willing to make my submission limitless.

"I…don't know." I finally answered. "I don't know how far I'd be willing to go for my…future Master. Level 4, hands down, but past that…I don't know. As feelings develop, I might be willing to do more for that certain person." I looked into his eyes as I said the last part. "I want to give more of myself, but I am not sure I am able to offer all of myself. I'd have to be sure that y-….that person could handle that much power, and, um, loved me…"

"You'd have to build trust to go past level 4." He clarified. "That is a given, it takes quite a lot of it to enter this lifestyle with someone."

I sighed in relief at his understanding.

"If we take this a step further, I will experiment with you on certain things that you are curious about. You will be able to get a better idea of what your limits are, for now; what you can handle at the moment, what you don't think that you could ever endure; things of that nature."

"That would be so helpful," I smiled thankfully.

"As the Dominant, it is my duty," Sir shrugged.

So far, I have detected no red flags. He seemed very genuine and caring already. I knew that he would take good care of me, and I would give him myself and my submission in return.

I bit my lip once again as he watched with eyes almost hungry. He gaze traveled slowly from my face, down to my breasts, admiring them. I did not mind at all like I had with Mike, for many reasons, mostly because Sir didn't look at me as just a piece of meat.

I crossed my legs to try to cause more friction, but the growing lubrication was making it difficult. I swallowed nervously.

"Something….wrong?" Sir's eyes snapped to mine as he alluringly licked his lips. I knew that I must have had a helpless look on my face. I clamped my lip between my teeth for what must have been the hundredth time that day.

"Fuck," Sir muttered in a voice barely intelligible.

The half hour following was tense with sexual desire as we discussed our pasts, our preferences, our next meeting (which, to my satisfaction, was very soon)…

"S-so, um, have you ever collared a sub, Sir?" I asked, watching his delicious looking lips move as he answered. Even in my sexually aroused state, I was eager for his answer.

"No, I have not." His hand mysteriously disappeared under the table for the fifth time.

I licked my lips.

"And why is that?" I uncrossed my legs, and then crossed them opposite of what they were, searching for fresh friction.

"I travel, as a photographer." He answered. "Most of them refused to give up their occupations, even though I can afford to support more than ten people at once." His voice was slightly irritated. "So, it never worked out. Subs need attention, and it is my job as their Dom to give it to them, to guide them, and to be their Top. I could not do that properly without them joining me in my occasional travel."

His choice of words brought up a small panic in me.

"U-um, you don't have more than one sub at a time, do you?" I asked hesitantly.

"No, I do not. I am sorry, I should have made that clear on our first meeting." His features molded into a frustrated expression. "Again, please forgive me."

"Oh! No, don't be sorry, it…I mean, if anything, it was my fault…." He shot me an irritated look.

"It was not." He replied in a tone of finality.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just…I'm used to…I mean, I just don't like for others to take responsibility…" I paused and shut my eyes for a moment, attempting to clear my head.

"I understand, Isabella," Sir assured. "And we will work on that. When we are…in our relationship, what I say is law. You will not argue with me, especially when it comes to who is at fault. Though you may think certain things don't make much sense, I am the dominant, and you are the submissive; keep that in mind. I will cherish your opinion, though, know that. And I will use my judgment responsibly."

His words brought me both comfort and excitement. I anticipated our next meeting more and more every second, and we hadn't even finished our first one yet.

"Thank you," I murmured. Sir's reassurance was much needed, and I am glad that he sensed that.

"Any time, Isabella…" He smiled stiffly.

Why…?

My question was answered when his hand disappeared under the table again.

I was having a bit of a problem of my own; I just hope I didn't leave a damp spot on my seat….

No amount of throat clearing or elephant in the room avoiding could break the thick sexual tension.

Every time he moved, I visualized him reaching over to yank me onto the table, and taking me right in the middle of the coffee shop.

As much as I didn't want to go, I hoped that this meeting would end soon. I need to relieve myself, and soon. I wouldn't be surprised if I was dripping. His effect on me in such a simple environment made me wonder what he could do in the playroom…

I sucked in a slow breath and held it for a moment before letting it out.

"S-Sir, I'm sorry, but I have to go soon. My friend is having this birthday thing for her boyfriend, and I promised I would be there…" I bit my lip in fear of his disappointment.

"I understand," He checked his watch. "I have a photo shoot in a couple of hours anyway."

"Um, thanks for the coffee; and that useful information…" I thanked him as I stood from my chair. His eyes dropped down from my face to my body, running over my figure.

"Anytime, Isabella."

He stalked slowly towards me before lightly grabbing my shoulder, and pulling me towards him. At first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but he instead put his lips to my ear to whisper,

"I very much look forward to our next meeting, Isabella." He voice was smooth, with obvious intent to seduce. My eyes widened, and my arm shot out to grab the table for support as he let go of my shoulder.

"Have fun with your friends," Were his departing words. I didn't realize that I was holding my breath until I saw black spots. I immediately forced myself to breathe. He had left me in a state of shock. He hadn't even touched me in an intimate way, yet he made my body beg for it.

I shook my head back and forth, trying to clear it. I was slightly wobbly as I made my way out of the coffee shop, not bothering to throw the coffee cup away. All I knew was that I needed to get home; I needed friction that just pressing my thighs together couldn't cause.

I nearly considered running after him, and begging him to touch me, but I knew I couldn't do that. It was too fast, and I didn't want to come across as desperate.

I took another deep breath, and walked as smoothly as I could, as not to attract weird looks.

"Mh." I sounded as I climbed into my truck, and sat on the soft cloth seat. The sudden pressure that it caused made me want to grind, but I would just have to wait.

*Levels of Power Exchange:

Level 1 Power Exchange: Conditional Compliance (Basically the equivalent of a one night stand in vanilla terms, with very strict pre-discussed limits.)

Level 2 Power Exchange: Limited Ongoing (kinky fuck-buddies, with limits)

Level 3 Power Exchange: limited submission (Dominant is allowed to make minor restrictions, feelings are there, scheduled visits)

Level 4 Power Exchange: Profound emotional connection, and reciprocal devotion. (The Dom has much power over the sub, what she wears when she wears it, when they play, orgasm control, etc. Limits are still in place, and safe words always used.)

Level 5 Power Exchange: Complete Possession (The Dom has ultimate control over the sub. Sometimes, the subs don't even have the right to safe-word. The sub is completely dependent on the Dom. This is consensual slavery, very risky.)

Well, I hope you guys like it. I'm working on the third chapter as you read this. What kind of things would you like to happen? What level of power exchange* (see above) do you think both will end up working up to? Review!