Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page A

shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind your back, head and eyes down. You will not speak unless asked a direct question. Understand? Your response should be ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No, Master.’ If you need to ask a question, you will say, ‘Permission to speak, Master.’ You are not to volunteer your opinion unless you are asked. What do you say?” Con had a naturally deep voice that he intentionally lowered another octave when addressing the subs. It just let them know they needed to pay closer attention.
    They all dropped into the slave position. “Yes, Master,” they responded in chorus. They all looked to be in awe of him, which was the whole purpose of the exercise. He walked around the trainee subs, who wore bras and thongs, adjusting their position, which consisted mostly of spreading their legs wider.
    “It is important that you obey your Master quickly and without hesitation. This is for your safety and well-being. Hesitation and disobedience will be punished. Orders are not to be questioned or negotiated. Your only recourse to obeying an order is to use your safe word. On this ship the safe word is ‘Kingfish.’ Repeat the safe word.”
    “Yes, Master. Kingfish.”
    “Excellent.” He turned to Casey. “Sub, demonstrate the proper manner of standing at attention.” He watched as Casey gracefully rose to her feet and assumed the standing position. “The purpose of these positions is to show your submission to your Master and the availability of your body to his needs and desires at all times. Casey, strip.”
    She immediately removed her short tunic and stood naked, completely at ease in the situation. He smiled slightly. Even though they had not discussed what he would be doing, she had obeyed him without hesitation. She was a well-trained sub and very pleasing to the eye. Her long red hair was bound in a ponytail and hung down her back. He inspected her body. She was of average height and pleasingly curved. He didn’t appreciate skinny women. Her breasts were plump and high, and she had a heart-shaped ass. He was going to enjoy this. And, best of all, he’d beaten Alex Dragados to the punch. They’d been friends and colleagues for years and had attended BDSM clubs together all over the world. That did not preclude a little friendly competition, however, and Con was currently one up.
    “We will now demonstrate the proper usage of the various pieces of equipment in the dungeon. You will find most of these items in the theme rooms as well. Casey, put on your cuffs.” He waited while Casey put on the padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Then he carefully checked them himself to be sure they were properly fastened, were not too tight, and did not chafe. “It is the Dom’s responsibility to see to the safety and well-being, both emotional and physical, of his sub, during and after a scene. Discipline is the Master’s responsibility as well. Aftercare is the Dom’s responsibility and privilege, as well as his pleasure. No good Dom leaves a sub in distress, either after a scene or after discipline has been administered. Physical comfort and pleasure are privileges to be conferred by the Master, if earned by the sub. They are not rights, but emotional care is a right. Any questions?”
    “No, Master.” The subs looked enthralled.
    Con and Casey demonstrated the restraints on the spanking bench, the proper use of a spreader bar, the application of nipple clamps, and various other pieces of equipment.
    When they had gone over all of the equipment in the dungeon except the St. Andrew’s Cross, Con went to the storage wall and picked up a soft suede flogger. He returned to Casey and motioned for her to mount the St. Andrew’s cross. He fastened her wrists and ankles to the cross bars and checked to be sure she was secure and comfortable. He demonstrated the mechanism that controlled the hydraulic step on which she was standing, and raised it to just the right height.
    “Casey has earned a