I'm nervous as I sit in the chair waiting. I've done this before but it feels like I'm on my own now. I've been in training for 4 years but now I'm on my own, now the choices are all mine and I've chose to apply for this job.
I've been at the same BDSM club for 4 years where I've been trained. It's been an amazing experience but now it's time for me to move on. I'm a submissive now and I'm fully trained.
It's time to find myself a master.
I chose to apply for a new job as a waitress at this BDSM club because after I've been at the same club for 4 years then I need to meet some new people. I pretty much know all the men who came at the old club and it wasn't really exciting anymore.
I hope to find my new master here because I heard it was a great place.
My old master, him who trained me wrote me a recommendation and I really hope it will help me today.
I hope they will hire me. I'm very submissive, I have a great tolerant to pain and I love BDSM.
I've always loved pain and I've always craved it. Growing up in a religious family then hard discipline was a part of me growing up and so was punishments when I was bad. I never minded it, I was never afraid of the punishments and I was sometimes bad on purpose.
My mom and dad didn't mind to find tools to punish me and my siblings. As I said then I often got the worst ones because I was very often a brat.
I guess growing up like that made me very submissive. I've always been used to strict rules and to raised strictly. My parents would lose their mind if they knew what I have been doing for the past 4 years.
The curiosity came early for me when I started searching on spanking videos and punishments videos. I always found them very interesting and I wanted to be those girls.
As soon as I turned 18 then I started to dig more into the environment. I found dominating men who wanted the same thing as me and then I found a guy who actually advised me go in training, so I did.
It's been the most craziest 4 years of my life! Normally you're not in training for that long but I wanted to be the best, I wanted to train myself to take a lot of pain because I admired the girls who could. I'm finally satisfied and I finally feel confident enough to be on my own now.
The door finally opens and in walks a tall masculine guy. He sits down across from me before he speaks.
"Anika travadi." He says and leans back in the chair. "I'm Daksh Khurana but hopefully you already know how to address me properly."
"Yes mr. Khurana." I say as it's either by last name or sir.
"Good." He says and he looks down into a piece of paper which I assume is my resume. "I found your resume very impressive."
"Thank you, sir."
"And you recommendation." Daksh adds. "Why are you applying for a job here?"
"I'm looking for new challenges." I tell him. "I'm done with my training and I just wanted something new but I still wanted to be in the bdsm environment. During my training I had a full time job and it was very difficult, so now I'm looking for new opportunities and I'm trying to make it easier for myself."
"Sounds good." He says. "I found your training very impressive. It's not often a submissive chooses to go into training for that long."
"I wanted to explore it all." I tell him.
"I see." He says. "Are you hoping to find a master here?"
"Yes, sir." I admit.
"I don't doubt that you're gonna be popular around here." He says. "You're hired."
"Thank you so much mr. Khurana." I say and I'm truly grateful for getting the job.
"We have some rules around here." He says. "But first I want to introduce you to our tags. Every submissive have to wear a tag which shows dominants what kind of level you are."
Daksh now hands me a red tag.
"You're differently on the high level so therefore you have to wear a red tag." Daksh says. "Yellow is for medium, green is for light and white is submissive under training."
I take the red tag in my hand and look at it.
"It's a smart idea." I tell him.
"Thank you." He says. "About the rules; then it's like any other BDSM club. Show the dominants respect, be polite and do as you're told. If you break the rules then the dominant is allowed to punish you unless you're owned."
"Got it." I say.
"If you feel uncomfortable or anything with a dominant then tell me." He says. "I'm not interested in my employees feeling uncomfortable."
"I will." I say.
"I assume that you can start right away?"
"Of course." I say.
"Good." He says as he gets up. "I will get you an uniform then. What's your shoe size?"
"6." I say.
Daksh walks out but he's back quickly with a tight black dress and some stilettos.
"You're not allowed underwear unless when you're on your period." He tells me as he hands me the clothes. "Get dressed and meet me in the bar."
"Yes sir." I say.
I get dressed and meet Daksh in the bar who stands with a woman.
"This is my submissive; Romi." Daksh says and I see that she's wearing a red tag like me. "She will teach you everything you need to learn."
"Sounds good." I say.
"Good." He says. "Have fun."
Daksh leaves and I grab the chance to introduce myself.
"I'm Anika." I say.
"Hi." She says smiling and I see her look at my tag now. "There's not that many red girls around here."
"Really?" I ask.
"There's a lot of yellows but out of the girls who works here or comes here often then we're not a lot." She explains. "Men likes red tags so if you're looking for a master then you're gonna be drowned in men."
"I am looking for a master." I tell her. "So that sounds good."
Romi teaches me everything I need to know. She's really sweet and we're really getting along.
I get to learn that Romi has been Daksh' submissive for almost 6 years now and that it's not just a strict dominant/submissive relationship but they're actually in love and married.
This is a very interesting club and there's a lot of interesting people. I like all the plays and the fact that I can watch them all up from the bar for those who chooses to play in public is awesome.
It's my first day and I like this place already.
"So what are you looking for in a master?" Romi asks me when I'm hallway through my shift.
"I want a real man." I say. "A real masculine domestic type. A man who understands do discipline me but also a man who understands how to take care of me. I need a master who's in completely charge and always reminds me that I'm the submissive. I can't have him slagging on his dominance because then he's not the man for me. I want him to push my limits and take me new places. At the same time I always want him to be affectionate and threat me like a lady."
"A lady in town but a whore in the bed?" She asks.
"No, I'm his slut at anytime but he also needs to make me to feel special and make me feel like a lady anyhow." I tell her.
I don't want the bdsm part to be in the bed only. I'm a full time submissive and it's in and outside of the bedroom. I love to not have control and hand it over to a master instead.
"You'll find someone fast." Romi says smiling. "You're what most men are looking for."
"I hope so." I say as I look out in the room trying to spot something interesting.
I stand just looking for awhile before a man walks past the bar over to Romi who's now cleaning a table.
He's hot. He's tall, has dark brown hair and he's dressed in a nice pants and a t-shirt.
"Romi, where's Daksh?" He asks.
"I think he's in his office." Romi tells the guy.
The guy now looks shortly at me before he head down to Daksh' office.
I wonder who he was so I walk down to Romi.
"Who was that?" I ask Romi.
"Shivaay Singh Oberoi." Romi says. "Is he your type?"
"I don't know." I shrug. "He's good looking."
"I think he's what you're searching for in a master." Romi says.
"So he doesn't have a submissive?" I ask.
"He hasn't had that for awhile so I don't think so." Romi says. "He likes to dominate girls here but he hasn't collared a girl in awhile."
"Do you know him?" I ask becoming more curious.
"Not that well." I say. "It's Daksh' friend but I don't really know him that well."
"Okay." I nod as I walk back to the bar.
I'm shy so I would never walk over to a guy like shivaay so I just hope he'll talk to me.
30 min later shivaay comes back and I'm just trying to pretend like I'm working as he walks closer to the bar.
He sits on one of the bar chairs and that's when I get a little nervous.
"Can I get a water?" He asks.
"Yes, sir." I say. "With ice?"
"Yes." He says.
I pour him a glass of water with ice and place it in front of him. He's sitting with his nose down into some papers so I just go back to pretending I'm working.
"Anika travadi." He suddenly says which makes me turn around. He knows my name? "I read your resume and your recommendation. It's very impressive."
Does Daksh just hand my papers out? Can he do that? Well, I don't mind when it's shivaay.
"Thank you, sir." I say.
"Are you looking for a master?" He asks.
"Yes I am." I say and he just nods. I wanna say something but I don't know what. Shivaay is like really hot and I honestly get a little shy.
"Have you been owned before?" He asks.
"Only by the master who trained me." I say.
"What do you like the most about it?" He asks.
"I like that there's an authority. I like that there's someone to discipline me and one who makes sure I do the right things." I say. "It just feels good that someone owns you and takes care of you and you don't have to think about anything than pleasing your master."
"There's very few girls like you around here." He says.
"Like me?" I ask becoming a little curious.
"Yes, a girl who really knows how to submit and you seem to care a lot about pleasing your master." He says.
"I do." I say. "That's the most important thing for me if I'm owned."
"That's a good thing." He says. "And then I can see that your pain level is really high."
"That's what I aimed for during my training." I admit.
"Why?" He asks.
"I guess I just liked the thought about being marked and I liked that a man wouldn't feel the need to be light handed with me." I tell him. "I guess I didn't wanna miss the opportunity for the right master because of the fact that I couldn't take it, so I wanted to be sure that I got trained to withstand it."
"Good girl." He shows a smirk now. "So you don't mind a sadist?"
"Not if he's good to me." I say.
"How old are you, Anika?" He asks.
"23." I say. "May I ask how old you are, sir?"
"Yes." He says. "I'm 27."
"Shivaay." I now hear a man's voice and shivaay turns around looking at the man.
"Jacob." He smiles. "What's up?"
"I need your help." He says.
"Alright." Shivaay says and gets down from the chair and collect the papers in front of him. I now see that it's my resume together with the recommendation and pictures. Shivaay now makes eye contact with me. "See you around, Anika."
I get so shy that I can't even say anything.
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