“See you tomorrow, Beau.”
With a forced gulp, I stare at her face as I reply, “Yes, ma’am.”
Rule #12: When you’re unsure, consult the professionals.
Maggie
I need help. I have no clue what I’ve gotten myself into or what to do next.
I’ve been around the community enough that I know the basics—it must be safe, sane, and consensual. But beyond that…I’m lost.
Lucky for me, I know exactly who can help.
Eden St. Claire is sitting across from me at one of the VIP tables upstairs, and since it’s still early in the night, it’s quiet. In about two hours, having a conversation at this table will be difficult, considering the people behind the curtain next to us will be in full orgy mode.
“This isn’t business-related, is it?” she asks, sipping on her martini.
I force myself to swallow. “Not exactly.”
That makes her smile as she leans forward. She’s in a sleek black dress that is surprisingly buttoned all the way up to her neck. And I nearly die with envy at how much sexuality she can exude without even trying.
“Tell me everything,” she replies with a gentle sincerity that calms me. It’s what I love about Eden. She is open and approachable, so nothing is intimidating about coming to her and asking questions about the lifestyle.
“I took the kink quiz,” I say, and her interest suddenly piques.
“Let me guess. It told you you’re a Domme.”
My eyes widen. “How did you know?”
“Maggie, I’ve been watching you for the past year and I see how much you require control. You handle everything on your own, instead of delegating to anyone else. You’re not spontaneous in the least, and for a long time, I just assumed you were vanilla. And if you were having sex, it was probably unfulfilling and unsatisfying.”
My jaw hangs open. Does everyone around here know more about me than I do myself?
“That’s incredible,” I whisper.
She laughs, taking another drink. “It could be my circus act. Guessing people’s kinks based on their personalities.”
While that is impressive, I’ve seen Madame Kink in action through the voyeur hall enough to know that probably wouldn’t be her only circus trick.
“So, technically, my results were Domme, Mistress, Brat Tamer,” I say, suddenly wishing I brought a pen and paper to take actual notes.
“Oh, Brat Tamer. I can see that one, and I love it.”
“Eden…I have no clue how to do any of this.”
When she reaches out a hand and places it over mine, it’s immediately calming. “Okay, first of all, relax. It shouldn’t be work. It’s supposed to be fun.”
Air leaves my lungs in a rush as I nod. “Okay, okay. I know.”
“You do know how to have fun, right?”
I respond with a sarcastic glare. She lets out a clipped laugh.
“So…have you found someone willing to play with you?”
And I’m tense again.
“Yes,” I reply tightly.