Chapter Two - Cole

I eyed my best friend sitting across from me all dressed up in a black suit and white button-up shirt.

Tristan had an odd choice in lifestyle, but so did I. The only difference: Tristan got to fulfil his needs and I couldn't. I haven't had a sub in more than a year and I belonged to the most exclusive BDSM club in Dublin.

Tristan, the owner, patted his slave's head as she knelt in front of him presenting him with the drink he'd ordered moments ago. He mentioned his sub to sit between his thighs and she happily complied, presenting me with her ass and barely covered sex as she crawled forward.

"I can help you with a training position." Tristan broke the silence that stretched between us. I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.

"You need release, my friend. We're getting a new wave of waitresses in the next week or so and we need someone to train them." He explained.

The waitresses at Embers went through a training process to set their limits for when they are out on the floor. Some Doms didn't have Subs, like me, and the waitresses were there to provide them with one for the night. They got paid a lot more than your average waitress, mostly because they had to endure Doms whose hands itched for punishment. Drinks had to be presented a certain way or they got punished. They could pass a Dom and grab his attention and be dragged to a room to be subjected to punishment. Once they passed the training stage they consented to all single Doms. They got paid extra for joining a Dom/Sub pair.

I won't lie and say the thought didn't intrigue me a little. I heaved a sigh and met Tristan's amused eyes.

"Fine. Explain the hiring process." He grinned at me and patted his wife and sub, Zuri, on the head. She looked up at him and he nodded. The change from obedient sub to a confident businesswoman was like flipping a light switch.

"Cole, wonderful to see you." She said with a grin as she stood up from between her husband's thighs and dropped onto the seat beside him.

For the next hour, Zuri explained to me what the new waitresses would be going through and the types of training according to their limits.

I nodded in understanding by the end of her explanation.

"You will be looking at them to see if they will be able to handle it?" I confirmed and she nodded. Zuri had the amazing talent of spotting a natural submissive and seeing the signs of potential. She could also spot a Switch a mile away.

Her confirmation was enough to ease the last of my concerns and I agreed to start training the next wave of waitresses.

***

I took the week to sharpen up my whipping, flogging and paddling skills. I didn't want to pick out one of the existing waitresses but I had to find someone with a high pain tolerance just for the first two days.

I watched as she dripped on the concrete floor leaving dark grey circles. Her ass an angry red from the wooden paddle gripped in my hands. She dared disobey the order to come.

I switched to the flogger laying on the table next to me and brought it to her slit in an upward swing. The splat of leather on wet flesh sent an excited shiver up my spine as I got back into my Dominant role.

"Whore! Why. Do. You. Disobey?" I brought the flogger up with every word and took it away with every pause. A strangled cry left the woman's throat as the concrete darkened with her come.

I dropped the flogger and walked up to her. I untied her wrists from the stocks I'd tied her up in. I slid the pummel horse away from her stomach and caught her as she fell.

She looked up at me with a blissful look on her face and knew she was in subspace. No wonder she'd disobeyed.

I sat with her a while as she came down and the realization hit me that I didn't get hard during the session. I'd been excited but not turned on. That was bad. The waitresses had to be able to handle penetration both vaginally and anally.

After a few moments, I stood and helped her up.

"Thank you, Sir." She said softly not meeting my eyes. A natural sub I thought with a smile.

"Go. The clientele will start coming in soon." I said as she nodded and all but sprinted from the room to obey. I chuckled to myself as I moved the pommel horse and stockade back to their places before standing at the door.

I pushed the button to summon a cleaner and left the room.

"Cole! Do you have a minute?" Zuri popped her head out of her office as I passed. I turned and walked back a few steps.

"Sure. What's up?" I asked leaning against the wall. She looked me up and down for a second, grinned and mentioned me to follow her into the office.

"I might have the perfect sub for you." She said as I entered. I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest.

I knew she just wanted to help me find someone so that they could do scenes with people they trusted, but I haven't been comfortable with any sub. I'd let my previous one go because I didn't feel anything anymore and I was afraid I'd start hurting her out of frustration.

"One of the new waitresses?" I asked sitting on the chair opposite her desk as she planted herself on the edge.

"No. It's Owen's old sub. He'd broken her in with every type of play you can think of." She explained placing her hands on the desk beside her hips.

Owen Kerry was a renowned Dom in the community. He was known to take one of the waitresses from the club for a year where he breaks her like a horse. By the end, she's the most obedient little thing with little fight. The perfect sub for most men here.

"I let Julianne go because she'd become like that. I don't want a sub to disobey me because she has to, Zuri. She has to disobey because she wants to. I don't want a sub with no fire in her soul. I want the tears of degradation to be real when I call her a slut and a whore. The sweet tears of suffocation and the cherry lips to be out of actual desperation and not faked." I spat the last word. My eyes had gone unfocused and my cock had hardened at the image I painted for her. I focused back on Zuri and her eyes were glazed. I chuckled at her expression and brought her from her reverie. She flashed me a grin and nodded in understanding.

"I get it. That's quite the picture you painted there." She laughed. I grinned at her and stood.

"Get me that. But until then, I'll do the training." She nodded and tapped her calendar.

"We're starting on Monday. We have some good ones in the mix." She grinned mischievously at me.

"You know how most waitresses are against penetration when they start?" I nodded knowing that those are the ones who are afraid and do it for the money. Her grin widened.

"Well, two girls consented to it." That got my attention and I looked at her questioningly. She lay back and pulled two folders from her desk drawer. She opened them and pulled out the limits page of each contract and handed them to me.

The first was quite bare of consent items. The items checked were quite vanilla but could be seen as BDSM.

Light bondage, vaginal penetration, private humiliation, toys, spanking.

I lifted my eyes from the paper and she shrugged apologetically indicating to go to the next one. I flipped the vanilla list at her with a scowl and looked down at the second.

My breath caught in my throat as my eyes darted around. The comment section was neatly divided into three.

No issues: private humiliation, light bondage, heavy bondage, suspension, spanking, flogging, whipping, vaginal penetration (foreign objects i.e vibrators) semi-public humiliation, orgasm denial, degradation, suffocation, strangulation, anal penetration (penile).

Soft limits: Anal penetration (foreign objects), blood play, role play, edge play, fisting, sadism, public humiliation.

Hard limits: In all honesty, there are only two that I can think of right now, the rest will have to be explored, scat play and golden showers.

I flipped my eyes to Zuri and the grin that she'd been holding back erupted.

"She's completely open to anything except those two. Her soft limits can be explored and moved to the non-issue column." She explained as the tapped her finger, over the top of the paper, against the soft limits column. She met my eyes and shook her head denying my unasked question.

"I'm not telling you either of her names, Cole. Figure out for yourself." She folded her arms over her chest as I smiled at her. She shook her head at my attempt to wear her down and I shrugged in defeat. I returned the paper to her and tried to sneak a peek at the name on the folder. She scowled and covered the name with her thumb and I sighed, earning a small laugh.

"As much as we love you, Cole, you have to find your sub. Her limits meet your needs, but you never know if her personality is what you need." I was about to open my mouth when she added, "need not want, Cole. There's a difference."

I scowled at her and left her office walking into the showroom. The toys on display tonight were perma-structures, meaning they were not mobile enough to move around the room. I passed a bench with a vibrator attached in the middle, a stockade-type contraption with ankle braces stood along the wall close to the door. I scowled at it before passing into the bar area.

No alcohol was served as Doms and Dommes needed to be sober at all times. Members were tested for anything that might numb their inhibitions and potentially cause harm to their trusting subs.

"Have you seen the new waitresses yet?" The bartender asked as I sat down on a stool and I shook my head.

"They're here for fittings today." He continued as he poured me a Rock Shandy. My head whipped to him and he nodded in confirmation pointing toward the staff rooms where I had just come from. The bartender placed the drink in front of me adding the lemon wedge garnish before meeting my eyes.

"All of them. Fucking gorgeous. Even the few waiters." He laughed at his joke and wiped down the bar.

I knew that meant the tour was going to start in a few minutes if they were in the fitting room. I stayed in my seat, drinking the bittersweet soda as I waited.

My patience was rewarded an hour later as a gaggle of women in leather harnesses passed through the staff door. A few men dressed in leather thongs were scattered in between.

The bartender hadn't been wrong; the women were all gorgeous. Zuri stopped in front of me as she led the women into the room where they will find a Dom for the night.

"Ladies! Gentlemen." She focussed their attention on her. She grinned at them easing the slight tension in the room.

"This is a good start to test your instincts. All of you can be submissive, some are natural submissives and some need a little push." She explained to them. As she spoke a few looked over at me and cast their eyes down immediately. Natural subs. Two in particular looked at me and met my eyes. I gave them a dominating grin and I saw them fighting to keep their eyes on me.

"Master Cole!" Zuri's voice pulled my focus to her. I flicked my eyes to her face and she didn't look amused.

"Sorry. What were you saying?" I asked as I focused my attention on her, putting the two women at the back of his mind.

"I was saying, you should give them an order and see how much they already know." Zuri watched my reaction to her statement as a sly grin broke over my face. I pretended to look around at the group and 'randomly' selected two women. The men weren't my concern as a Domme would be training them.

I chose a tall thin woman near the back and my eyes found the brunette that fought to keep her eyes on me. I couldn't see much of her from where I was standing, but I knew this was going to be fun.

"You. Tall redhead with pierced nipples." I pointed at the thin woman and she dropped her eyes. "Crawl to me and kneel." She immediately dropped onto all fours and I watched as she crawled painfully on her bony knees to me. None of the Doms are going to like her. I looked at her disapprovingly and she inhaled sharply. I met Zuri's eyes and shook my head, she took a file and made a note.

My eyes found the brunette again and the look on her face hardened my cock. One of complete and utter disgust. I grinned.

"Curvy brunette." Her eyes widened and so did my grin.

"Yes, you. Crawl." She looked at her companion, who nodded enthusiastically, and sank to her knees disappearing behind the crowd. I watched as the woman came crawling out, full hips swaying. She reminded me of a predator stalking its prey, her shoulders rolling with every step.

I'm going to love turning her into the perfect sub.

She stopped beside the redhead and tilted her head up to look at me. I felt the desire rise in my body at the unprecedented eye contact and I reached down wrapping my hand around her neck.

I looked at Zuri, who nodded and tightened my grip on the brunette's soft throat raising her to her feet and bringing my face to hers. Lavender filled my nostrils as I leaned close to her, her blue eyes darkening as her oxygen-depleted. The whites turned a nice shade of red around the irises and her pupils dilated.

"Did I say 'Crawl and look at me'?" I demanded from her loosening my hold on her neck enough for words to come out.

"No." She whimpered and I tightened my grip once more, my eyes drawn to her lips. The oxygen deprivation was just enough to keep her conscious but little enough to bring on the early signs of strangulation. Her lips parted and I could see the faint swelling tinting her pink lips red. My cock twitched against my jeans.

"No who?" I lessen my grip once again. She inhales sharply before answering me in the most arousing voice I'd ever heard. Rough from the pressure of my hand around her larynx and full of spiteful defiance.

"No, Sir." The phrase fell disrespectfully from her pouting lips and I tightened my grip. I felt Zuri's hand on my shoulder and she whispered the girl's safeword into my ear.