I can see how stressed Cass has been while trying to deal with everything that's happened to Rosie. He's desperately trying to hold it all in, and that's not good. One day, he's gonna break down, and I don't know if he will be able to put himself back together. But I'd like to be there to help in any way I can when he does. I know what it's like to have to go through everything that Rosie went through. I’ve gotten so used to all the abuse that hearing her story only triggered me more to act in the moment. After ridding the world of those two fuckers, I knewIwould be the best person to help Rosie cope with everything after that.
I'm not a professional, and I’ve never gotten any help to deal with my own trauma. I just learned to cope and deal, all on my own. Not really the healthiest way to survive, but the point is that's exactly what I'm doing. Surviving. And that’s exactly what I want to help Rosie do too, only without carrying the trauma with her as she grows up. I want her to have a happy, safe, carefree life, basically everything I never got to have. But she deserves it, more than anyone I’ve ever known. And I desperately need her beautiful, innocent spirit to remain pure, and I’ll be by her side every day to make sure that it does.
I had Trixie and Mouse to help me stay grounded in the group home, and the guys helped me through all those times when my PTSD was triggered; even though, I don't think they ever knew that they were such an anchor to me. I know that they all had a basic idea about my past, but the one guy who knows every dirty, little secret, or at least the ones I was strong enough to tell at the time, is Cass.
When I told him everything, he never once looked at me as broken. If anything, I think he loved me more, maybe because I trusted him enough to bear the burden of my trauma with me.
I think that's whyhewas the one who ultimately broke me when I left. He didn't tell me to leave specifically, but he wasn't there to stop me either.
Only, now I find out that he had no clue... So, here we are. Well, wish me luck with all this bullshit, and pray I don't kill the wrong person by the end of it.
After I’m done helping the girls practice for tonight's show, I take a quick shower at my place, giving Rosie a big hug and a kiss goodbye before I leave her and Penny on my bed to watch movies while I head back down to the club.
To make it up to my pet, I’m gonna bring him down to my dungeon and show him just how much I appreciate him. It takes a unique kind of human to be able to withstand my level of crazy, let alone crave and need it as he seems to do.
I went down there earlier this morning to set everything up. I’ve never used it. I bought everything in case I ever found someone who I felt comfortable enough to play with, but no one has so far. So, I'm really fucking excited to have Neo be my first, and I’ll be okay with him being my last too.
“Hey, Pet,” I purr, running my hand down his spine. He's facing away from me, wiping down the bar stools. His body quivers at my touch, and he lets out a little moan.
“Mistress.” His growl is filled with lust and need.
“I have a surprise for you,” I whisper into his ear before licking the shell of it and biting hard on his earlobe. He lets out a grunt that sounds more like a moan.
“For me?” he breathes.
“Only for you,” I grin as he turns around to face me. His pupils blown wide with desire and excitement.
I cup his proudly erect cock, giving it a squeeze. “You have been a very good boy, My Pet. From the moment you signed yourself over to me, you have never once disappointed me. Never once disobeyed me, and you have been a very eager pet to please your master,” I say seductively as I feather my lips against his stubbled jaw. I won't kiss him, but the pulse in his cock shows me that this is just as good for him.
“How, Mistress?” he breathes in a shaky breath.
“How would you feel about a session in my dungeon? I've been dying to use it. But it's just been sitting there waiting for me to find the perfect Pet to play with.” I look him in the eyes, wanting to see his reaction.
“Please, Mistress, take me to your dungeon. I'm yours to do with as you please,” he practically begs, and fuck if my pussy doesn’t flutter at his raw desperation for me, and at the thought of all the potential dirty, fun, and kinky things I’m gonna do to him.
Without another word, I take his hand and lead him past the others who are working in different sections to clean up the club. They all look at us, taking in Neo’s smug and excited face. I give them a wink and a wolfish grin before disappearing down the hall with the feel of their hungry gazes burning into my back.
We go through the door that leads down to the showroom. He looks around confused, like he's wondering why we are here.
I lead him to the other side of the room, to the door in the very back corner. Opening the door, I flick on the dimmed light switch, and the room lights up in a low, red hue. Neo steps into the room and takes a look around, running his hand over all the equipment, taking in everything.
In the far-left corner, there is a king-size bed made up in red, silk sheets with arm and foot restraints installed.
A sex swing hangs from the roof not too far from the bed.
I also have a wall of props, with a variety of things like a collar and leash, cuffs, whips, paddles, ball gag, and flogger; and on the table, I even have something more unconventional laid out to play with. I bought some new daggers just for Neo and our time here. He mentioned a while back that knife and blood play turns him on. Although we never really did it, I’m betting he would do anything to be able to do it with me.
On the other side of the room, there is a sex bench and a St. Andrews cross.
“Sorry there's not much here. I never had anyone to play with until now, and I didn’t want to go out and spend a bunch of money on things I may never get to use, so... I only got what I thought I’d have the most fun using with my Sub,” I tell him, running my hand across the bed.
“It’s perfect,” he grins, eager to get started, looking around like a little kid in a candy store, not sure what treats he wants to try first.
“There are a few things you need to know before we take this next step,” I tell him, taking a seat on the bed, while he takes a seat on the padded bench.
“Of course,” he nods.
“I need you to know that this won't be a regular Dom and Sub relationship. That requires a lot of trust on both ends, and that's just not something I can give you right now.”