“You are a force to be reckoned with, Little Dove,” Adrian says softly. “You deserve this more than anyone here.”
Everyone is clapping as tears roll down my face. I’ve always wanted to make a difference in the world and save people from the pain that I have endured my entire life. This is my chance to do something real and for my suffering to have purpose.
Chapter Twenty Four
Alania
One Month Later
The last month hasbeen insane, but incredible. During the day, I work with Adrian, Brent, Fiona, and Raul. At night, I am a fuck toy.Literally. Adrian and Brent take turns fucking me several times a day. They play with each other too, and I love it. We live together with Raul and Fiona because they found it easier with everything happening. Raul is very blunt with his attraction towards me, but he hasn’t made any moves. Fionawill occasionally annoy Adrian, and he will throat-fuck her, but that’s as far as it has gone. I hope one day we can all play together.
The transition of power has gone surprisingly well. A few protested, but both Adrian and Brent have led with a sense of compassion that no one has seen in twenty years. Expectations are held firmly, but they explain everything. Even when they had a man executed for beating his wife, Adrian explained why he had to die. I think everyone seeing the man die put a lot into perspective because people started outing abusive doms.
They made both the submissive school and the submissive services for unwed doms voluntary. I expected all of the women to run, but most of them stayed once they saw that they were truly safe. From there, all programs have been rewritten and all doms evaluated. The dom training is more intensive, and they’re now required to experience submission because you cannot know what a submissive experiences otherwise.
A new class is due to start today under the new rules and regulations. Jax is leading security, but he is also one of the trainers. We decided that we should have a group of dominants that rotate through and help train. This way, the masters can focus on their submissive andonlytheir submissive. They all take a test and are paired based on compatibility and can only switch if both parties agree. If one doesn’t, everything is reevaluated. It could be a mitigation to work through a disagreement, but if one party isn’t content, then they are matched with a new partner. In short, no one is forced to be with anyone. Everything is based on consent. At the end of it, a master must be chosen by a submissive in order for her tobe hunted. She could give consent to no one, one person, or several. The choice is up to the submissive. This also plays into anyone being able to be dominant, submissive, or even a switch. We have made sure to make space for switches because they do exist.
Edward is in the wind, but we are closing in on who my biological family might be. We’ve narrowed it down, but we have a few things to cross off before we can say for certain.
I walk down the corridor toward the living quarters, and I can hear the buzz of excitement echoing down the hallway. When I walk in, a hush falls over everyone.
I’ll never get used to that…
All masters and submissives turn and look at me, but it’s Adrian and Brent that catch my attention. They’re smiling brightly at me, and it makes happiness flutter in my belly. “Good morning,” I say.
“Good morning, Mommy!” All of the submissives say happily. Raul bursts into laughter when I punch Brent in the arm.
“Do not call me that,” I laugh and look at one of the girls. “Which one told you all to call me that?”
“Uh… Master Adrian, ma’am,” she says sweetly.
“Well, if Master Adrian wants to be a good boy, he….” I stop and squeal when Adrian wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back.
“As you can see, Mrs. Santos is a brat,” Raul says. “Master Adrian is a switch but doesn’t want to admit it.”
“He’s not being a very good boy!” I laugh as I try to escape him. Adrian pushes me over the table next to us and yanks my dress up. “Naughty boy!”
“Brat,” Adrian grunts before smacking my ass over and over while I giggle. When he stops, I wiggle away to stand with Brent.
“Before Alania gets herself into more trouble,” Brent chuckles and kisses my temple. All of the masters and submissives are smiling. Everyone is relaxed. This is how it should be. Calm. Safe. Consensual.
“Hi everyone,” I say sweetly. “Today is just about getting to know one another. You will be paired based on compatibility. Submissives, you will be staying in a room with your master. Across the common room, there is another sectioned-off area that both the master and the submissive will make into their personal area. You can make this anything you want, such as a kink area, aftercare area, a punishment room, or whatever else you’d like it to be. You’ll receive your schedule for the duration of the program, as well as all testing dates.”
“We are operating on full transparency, so it is important that we operate in a way that everyone knows what to expect. Wepractice what we preach, so we want to offer you all a chance to watch a scene with Alania,” Adrian says.
“Wait,” I laugh nervously. “Right now?”
“Right now, Little Dove,” Adrian says with a smile. “Anyone who wants to join us, follow Alania upstairs to the classroom… Alania…”
“Yes, sir?” I ask, turning to him.
“Present yourself with your head down. We will set up, and then go to you.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a sigh.
“Little Dove,” he says with a smirk. “Present yourself properly, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a deadpan expression.
