Make Me Yours, Master

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Damsels & Nymphs INC. DECISION DAY

"Ok boys, we've got over 30 applicants to review for this month. I've only seen four but they were promising."

I rolled my eyes at her response, Mistress always saw the potential in everyone. She could mold the most straight laced person into a needy slave and have them begging at her feet in days. But I guess that's the difference between male and female subs, men like being dominated to fulfil their deepest, darkest fantasies and women just think they do.

"How do we keep getting so many? There can't be that many kinky ass people in this town."

I looked at the folders in front of me, each one holding a bit of mystery and intrigue. Would these girls be good enough, or would we have another crop of disappointments? Being in the BDSM world was tough, of course we also had the other side which was much easier. Pick a girl or guy, take their virginity then never see or hear from them again. But training submissives was a different story and I was beginning to lose my patience.

Girls these days didn't want to be dominated, they wanted to run their annoying little mouths and defy me at all costs. Pretending to not remember the rules or doing sloppy work just so I could dole out whatever punishments they wanted, none of which were tough enough for me. They wanted rough sex and that was it and no matter how many times they were reminded they just kept fucking up and getting off way too easy. I couldn't even count the ones that we had dismissed just in the last three months because it was becoming such a frequent thing.

"What do you think, Zeus?" Poseidon asked me bringing me out of my own thoughts.

He was holding a folder in his hand and his eyebrow was cocked as he stared at me with his why do we keep doing this look. I folded my hands in front of me and laid them down on the table.

"I'm tired of the bullshit. I'm tired of these pathetic little girls who think they want this lifestyle only for me to come up with a limp dick in the end. When we started this company we had women begging us to show them how good it could feel to be dominated not only in the bedroom but in their everyday lives. But all these prudy people have convinced them otherwise that our types just want to control them."

Ares stood from his chair and walked over to the window. "So what do we do?"

"I want to implement an intern program. Take all 30 of these applicants and toss them in the ring. Show them the full extent of what we can offer and see which ones can really handle it."

"You want us to fuck and humiliate all 30 of them and then weed them out?" Hades asked with a smirk on his face.

He was always the sadist, thinking of the most barbaric pain he could inflict on a woman to bring her to her knees with the most indescribable pleasure she'd ever experienced.

I laughed and said "Not quite. What I mean is we set up a beginners program that allows them to see the full picture. We have all these theatre rooms and we never even used them. We can have a show set up and each of you can do a routine with your sub."

"How will that work?"

"We accept all of these people into the program and keep the same rules but we push them to their limits and see who is willing to walk the line. If they can make it through the allotted time period then we match the correct sub with their dom and then the real training begins."

"But how will we know if they can handle it? We've already been burned by the last group of pitiful excuses for subs, what will make any of these applicants any different?" Ares griped.

"We test them! After each "lesson" they will go through a rigorous test. Same thing as when we are with our subs, hard and soft limits, appropriate uses of a safe word and punishment when they mess up. Only, if they use their safe word to get out of a punishment then they are out. Plain and simple no trying to train people who don't understand our world. They will go through it all! Dominant training and submissive training to see where they better fit but anyone who shows a lack of ability will be dismissed."

"We could even eliminate the other two acceptance times and make this a year long internship. Hey this might actually work." Apollo was always the enthusiastic one ready to try whatever it takes to make us function as one group.

"It's going to take a lot of work but if we want to actually make a profit from this we are going to have to be stricter and stop letting everyone off too easily." I said with guilt in my eyes.

It was no secret that my last sub ruined me. She was perfect in the beginning but after a few years she began to get really needy and manipulative and eventually used our relationship against me so when we split I turned down a bad path and was basically forced to stop being a dom and for the last year I've been doing more mentor type work with my trainers.

They all looked at each other before turning to me and saying "We're in."

"Ok. I'll let Samantha know to send approval emails to them. But this time the response will have to be in by the end of the month. I want to start the first week of November."

We sat there for a while longer discussing rules and regulations, we revamped the NDA paperwork and even drew plans for the layout of the rooms for showings. We've never done an exhibition show so this part was going to take some thought. We finally finished the meeting when my receptionist came in with a message for me. I opened the paper and closed it quickly, tensing my jaw in the process.

Ares noticed my pained look and walked over to where I was sitting. "You gonna tell me what that's about?" He said pointing to the paper.

"Nothing." I slapped him on the back and walked to my office, closing the door behind me.

I sat at my computer and pulled up the internet browser. I typed in the address and waited for the page to load. A blurry picture of two people popped up and at first I couldn't distinguish what I was seeing but when I zoomed out and fixed the image it showed them in a very compromising position. I stared at the screen, not wanting to believe the sight before me when there was a knock at my door.

Ares walked in with a concerned look on his face before he walked around my desk and stared at the screen.

"Is that..."

"Yeah." I replied closing the browser and pushing my chair away.

"Are you going to talk to him about this?" He spat out with anger in his eyes.

I looked at him as my eyes matched the fury in his. Ares never showed when he was upset, so this reaction wasn't what I was expecting. I knew I would have to confront him but I didn't have enough proof of the situation. Sure this picture was pretty incriminating but it could have been something completely innocent and I couldn't go after one of my best friends on something so vague.

"I'll get my P.I. on it. Have him followed before I make a huge mistake and cause a ruckus."

"This is clearly against the rules, Zeus. You have to do more than that."

"And what if this picture was photoshopped or taken at a different time? I can't do anything until I have all the facts, Ares. I'll bring him in and talk to him, get his side then let Matt do his job."

"Fine but he better have a good explanation." He said walking out the door and slamming it shut.

I placed my head in my hands on top my desk and massaged my temples. Could this day get any worse?

"Sir? There's a phone call for you on line 2." Samantha's voice came across the speaker making my irritation raise even more.

"Thank you Samantha, send it through."

My phone rang but the caller ID didn't produce a number so I was hesitant to pick it up. I thought about not answering and just letting it go straight to voicemail but something told me I needed to.


"Hello, Zeus."

Her voice chilled me to the bone and I could feel my heart beating in my throat. The nerve of her to call me after she almost ruined my business and me.

"Why are you calling me? I thought I told you to leave me alone?"

"Now is that anyway to talk to your favorite sub? Come on babe, it's been almost a year haven't you gotten over it yet?"

"What do you want?" I couldn't hide the annoyance in my voice.

"I assume you got my picture? Wasn't it beautiful? I think it really captured both of our good sides, don't you."

"What's your game? I thought we settled this? I don't know why you keep messing with me but if you continue I'll tie you up in so many lawsuits it'll keep you in litigation for the rest of your life and you won't receive a dime from me."

"Is that a threat?"

"No it's a promise. Now whatever you're trying to do, stop it or you will regret it."

I slammed the phone down and threaded my fingers through my hair pulling at the tufts. I let that bitch ruin my life once before and I refuse to let it happen again. If she wanted to play this game, she was messing with the wrong one. I may have been naive the first time but she doesn't know the real me. The me who wanted nothing more than to make a women cum so intensely that her body shook for hours or the me who loved leaving beautiful red marks on a woman's milky white skin or how excited I got when those beautiful pink welts appeared from my favorite rattan cane.

She always said she could handle me but she never let me get too far with her, I guess that should have been a warning sign. But she won't get away with it this time. I'll make sure she doesn't underestimate me again.

Ok what in the world is going on here?

Who is the picture of? And who was on the phone?

I hope Zeus doesn't do anything rash!

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