Kingston, Sara - Grace's Final Submission [Locks and Chains] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

“There are a few minor issues at the moment, but I’m sure Craig can iron them out. God…I want to jack off right now just thinking about her.” Michael took a long, calming breath.

“You. Lucky. Bastard. I’m so jealous of you right now. Is there any way I could meet her?”

“I don’t think so. Craig’s being very protective of her until he has her committed to the auction. She’s going to cost us a lot more than we had previously discussed. But trust me, at any price, she’s worth it.”

“I can’t believe I stayed here to take care of this bloody business crap. I can’t believe I missed it.” Jason was seething with jealousy. For this Grace person to have taken the serious, cautious, and jaded Michael by storm, she must be something really special. Maybe it was better that he didn’t see her. He would’ve tried to take her home tonight. Patience wasn’t one of his virtues. He was honest with himself about that.

“Well, you only have yourself to blame. But we’ll have her, I know it. Craig’s going to try to get her into the next auction. Which, as you’ll remember, is only four days away.” He thought for a moment that the phone had been cut off until he heard the heavy breathing from the other end. He knew then that Jason, just like himself, was dreaming of their home being filled and their world complete. No more hunting for a submissive and finding nothing but money-hungry bitches. At least in this situation they knew the costs. Some might find it a repulsive situation. But he loved the honesty of it now he thought about it. Everything was up-front, and everyone knew the score.

“Jason, I want you to remember, this may not work out. So don’t go getting your hopes up.”

“Yes, Michael, I know. Nothing in life is guaranteed. But my hopes are already up, so let’s just focus on the goal. What did you mean about Craig has to get her to commit to the auction? I thought he was introducing you to slaves.”

“Well, it’s a long story.” Michael described the night in detail from everything he saw to the conversations he’d had, both with Grace and Craig. He also told him about Scott and his interest.

“Grace…I love that name. It brings the image of angels to mind. So a slave hidden in
Domme’s
clothing, wow! Michael, that makes me so hot. You sure know how to pick ’
em
! But seriously, I must admit, she sounds great. I would never have thought you’d be interested in someone so completely untrained and new to the Lifestyle. Are you prepared for us to take on such a huge challenge?”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it, actually, which surprises me, too! If she was trained, she wouldn’t be available. No one in their right mind would let her go.”

Craig considered his options on how to approach Grace. He knew she was no shrinking violet. The direct approach would suit her best. He had a chuckle to himself. If she became Michael and Jason’s slave, he’d finally be able to watch the smug, superior control Michael was famous for falter. This sub would give him a run for his money.

“Grace, thank you for waiting.”

“Mr. Blackwell, let me jump right in before you start. I came to a realization while looking around the club.” She took a deep breath…“Maybe a slave role might fit me! However, I have a few things I want to discuss with you. Firstly, my need for control, I’m not sure how that will fit with the role of a slave.”

“Grace, have you thought that your need for control may be a side effect of you always having to take control and your lack of trust in others regarding your safety?”

“Obviously I’m either easier to read than I thought or you’re an excellent judge of people’s innermost feelings.”

“Grace, people are my business. I try to understand them, better than they do themselves sometimes. So I can cater to their desires before they even know they have them. That skill has made me a very rich man.”

“Look, I accept you may be right. It has been necessary in my life to date to take control, but either way, it still exists.”

Craig lifted Grace’s chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “Take the chance, Grace, trust me, and let me prove to you this path will suit you.

“I’ll show you a sample slave contract. You can see for yourself that you’re free to walk out of the arrangement at any time and your safety and well-being is protected. Your owner cannot permanently alter or mark your body in any way without your written consent. Should your owner push you beyond what you feel is safe, either physically or emotionally, you only need to contact the club and we will immediately have you removed.”

“We have a safeguard in place where you’re required to contact us every week to ensure you are well and content. Owners suffer great penalties for any misdeeds and are thoroughly checked and monitored by our group before being able to bid at any auction. It’s a safer situation than if you were to find a partner yourself and move in together.”

Grace’s mind immediately flashed to Master Michael. To be owned by a man like him, now that would be an experience. “Sandra discussed slave auctions with us. Is that what you think would suit me best?”

“Yes, Grace, I don’t believe you could willingly select your owner. If you did, it would then give you a belief of choice, which would make you feel in control of the relationship. You would then see yourself as the dominant partner. It’s unavoidable.”

“So in other words, I would always see myself as in control because I selected them and could never truly submit to someone of my choosing.”

“Yes.”

Grace pondered the idea. But how could she take the risk of not choosing her partner? What if she didn’t like them? “What kind of Masters or Owners, whatever you call them, would be bidding? I know I don’t get to select the owner, but I’d like to have an idea of the types of people who’d be bidding.”

Craig forced himself not to smile. He had her. All he had to do now was reel in the bait, and she’d be fully hooked. “Well…I normally don’t disclose this type of information. However, you are unique…You remember being introduced to Master Scott and Master Michael?” Craig watched Grace’s eyes flare at the mention of Michael’s name.

“Yes, would they be bidding in the auction?”

Craig could see that Grace tried miserably to hide her enthusiasm. Allowing a sly smirk to slip, he delayed his response.

“Yes, they’re both looking for a slave and will be participating in the next auction. However, I’m not sure you’ll be ready by then.”

Grace shuddered at the idea of Master Michael purchasing someone else, and a wave of jealously and panic flooded through her. She couldn’t allow that to happen. Not if she could do anything about it, anyway. “When is the next slave auction?”

“In four days.”

Grace quickly thought through the situation. She had only just accepted the idea that she could be a slave. Did she really want to jump into it so quickly? “What’s required for me to be ready for auction?”

He was pleased. He would do everything in his power to make sure she was ready. “First, you’ll require a full medical and security check. These reports have to be given to and checked by the club before either party can participate. You’ll be provided with your owners’ documents before the slave contract is signed. You’ll also need to confirm you’re on some form of birth control.

“At the end of the auction you’ll be required to immediately move in with your owner and be available for twenty-four-seven service. That will require you to not have a job or a home to take care of.”

“I quit my job just before my divorce. I wanted a change of career, out with the old, in with the new. I could arrange for my apartment to be sublet. However, I would need some time each month to take care of my financial interests. There is also my family. Would I still be able to contact them and even see them?”

“Some owners will not allow you any personal time, but all will allow you contact with your family, within moderation. As you are completely untrained, your buyer would make some allowances, and to ensure there are no misunderstandings, we’ll put a clause in your slave contract for personal time once a month, say half a working day.”

Running through his mental list for Grace, Craig realized she would still need at least one day of training and education before the auction. “Very well, Grace, if you want to participate in the next auction, you’ve three days to complete the arrangements and finalize your personal affairs for the next six months. I want you here with your bags packed the day before the auction. You’ll need to spend some time at the club, being trained by Master Dan Thomson. He’s one of our most experienced dungeon Masters, and he’ll educate you in the Lifestyle and get you prepared as best we can on such short notice.”

“We have a deal, Mr. Blackwell.”

“Call me Master Craig. From this point on you’ll be called Slave Grace, until such time as your owner names you.” His voice had lowered and strengthened.

“Very well…Master Craig. I have heaps to do, so I’ll leave you now, if I may.” Grace stood to leave.
What the hell have I got myself into? Shit…I have no idea if I can pull this off. Me, a slave, I mean how archaic and barbaric is that? But let’s face it, girl, you’re excited by the thought of being a slave. Imagine a strong Master who’ll care for you while he uses you for his every pleasure. You’ll have no choices, no pressures, and no worries. Your only concern will be your Master’s happiness and fulfillment. In reality you’re about to be a kept woman. Hey! I could definitely do that for six months.

“Good-bye, Slave Grace. I’ll see you soon.” He watched Grace leave the club with a smug smile on his face. He just loved orchestrating people’s lives. It gave him a sense of being the puppet Master.
Now who’s the next puppet on my list?
He snickered to himself.

Chapter Five

Grace had spent the last twenty-four hours learning more than she ever wanted to know about being a slave. She’d learnt slave positions, what a Master expected from her, and about the BDSM lifestyle in general. Such as safe words, and safe practices with regard to bondages and restraints. She had no idea bondage could be so dangerous if done incorrectly.

After a restless sleep in a sumptuous guest room in the private section of the club, she was ready.
It’s auction day. I’m selling myself in a few hours. Hold on, that doesn’t sound right
. She’d spent the last two hours getting her body polished and her hair and nails done by the in-house beauty therapist. She knew she looked good, even with the minimum of clothing slaves were expected to wear.

Grace was dressed in a sexy white lace corset, tiny panties, garter belt, and stockings matched with white high heels. She looked like a virginal vixen about to be sacrificed.

She felt strange to be wearing only underwear. Her breasts were pushed up for maximum cleavage and her waist tucked in by the corset. There was nothing more to do. She was ready. At the knock on her door, she opened it to find Dungeon Master Dan. He held out his hands, waiting for her luggage.

“These will be given to your new owner after the auction. Are you ready, Slave Grace?”

“Yes, Master Dan. I can’t wait.” Truth be told, she was terrified. Would she end up with a nasty or abusive Master? What if she wasn’t attracted to him at all? What if he was some greasy sleaze? She reminded herself that she could walk out of the contract at any time. She also knew each bidder was medically and security checked and that they were all members of the club. They also had been vetted completely and had undergone all the extra checks and tests Master Craig insisted on before they could become slave owners.

Swallowing the lump in her throat and lowering her head, she left the safety of her room
. I can do this, I can do this. I am a strong, capable woman. I may not know any martial arts, but in a bind I can fight dirty. I may be short, but I’m scrappy. Okay, breathe, Grace, breathe…

They walked along the corridor and down the stairs to the main floor of the club, which had been transformed for the auction. The dance floor had been covered by a huge Persian carpet and set with chairs facing the stage, which was decorated with layers of sheer draped fabric resembling an Arabian bazaar. Tonight was an invitation-only members’ night, so as she looked around she noticed there were very
few people. Grace was escorted to a small room off from the stage with the other slaves up for auction. She noticed that there were both female and male slaves in the room. She sat between a male slave and Slave K whom she’d meet yesterday while in training.