Chapter 11 - 11

I skimmed the top page of the questionnaire but stopped when it left sex positions and started talking about toys, gags, and whips. Embarrassed to be reading something so sexual so openly, and more than a little turned on as each word conjured up an image of Reed and me. I set it aside to look through when I was alone.

"Tell me what the difference is, I want to make sure you understand," he said when I looked at him.

It took a moment to think about what he had said since my mind was completely full of erotic images.

"A hard limit is something you absolutely will not do. A soft limit is something that you are not able to do now but it may be something you can do in the future," I repeated a line from one of the first books I'd read.

This was one thing I thought would be easy to do since I had made up the list in my head after reading so many books. But after looking through the questionnaire I realized how wrong I was, there were things on here they had never ever put in the books, I suddenly felt grossly misinformed.

He handed me another page, this one had a logo on it proclaiming The Dungeon with a picture of a whip and a mask. I smiled at the picture unable to imagine a better-suited logo and name to go with a bondage club.

"The top one is a confidentiality agreement, it means you will not discuss what we are doing, in and out of the club, with anyone unless we both agree it's okay. Lizzie has signed one for the club, it's why she was not allowed to discuss it with you. I will not require you to sign that one since it is understood in the contract itself that you will not discuss anything about the club."

I nodded completely understanding that rule. Bondage was so controversial that it was easily misunderstood as mistreatment of a spouse at the least, out and out abuse at the more drastic levels.

"This one, however, also has the rules and regulations about the club. These are to be adhered to strictly. Otherwise, punishment will ensue and as you can see by rule 12 it's not always your Master that administers the punishment, but it is at his discretion as to who will and how you will be punished," he warned with a pointed look at my backside.

I blushed to remember the light tap he had given me last night when I'd gotten smart with him at my house. I was uneasy at the thought of him punishing me and became even more worried as the knowledge dawned on me that he meant any of the Dom's.

"Now take these things home tonight and look them over. If you have any questions, call me."

He got up and moved back around his desk and began pulling papers from the drawers. I stared at the contracts thinking about what I was going to do with them. I knew at the very least I was going to look them over and see what these were all about, I just couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something.

I decided to put off the worry for later since I was supposed to meet with Lizzie for lunch today which means I can bend her ear. It still blew my mind that she would be submissive in any way, shape, or form. I filed that piece of weird information back as something to inquire of Lizzie later and get back to the most important thing at hand right now.

"I do have one question," I said as I stood up clutching the papers to my chest.

"What's that?" he said looking up.

"Where do I work now? You gave my office to Chrissy and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now."

"Ah, yes. I believe I found the perfect position for you seeing as you were doing all the work anyway, not to mention I want to keep you very close at hand. You are now my secretary and your new desk is right outside my door," Reed said with a huge smile on his face that was way too innocent.

"You aren't implying that we'll be doing things here at the office are you?" I asked shocked.

"Mia, when you become my sub, I want you available 24/7 for anything. If I call you into my office and tell you to strip, that is what you will do because it will please me. Do you understand that?" he said firmly.

My agreement was more hesitant this time, submitting to him outside the workplace was one thing, inside the workplace was another thing altogether and I wasn't sure I was a hundred percent okay with that.

"I'll do my best, I just hope you won't be disappointed in me," I admitted to him.

He came back around his desk putting his hands on my shoulders and gave me a reassuring look.

"Mia, I know you can do this. I have faith in you. You are smart, organized, and definitely hard working. I was going to give you Chrissy's old job to prove it. But then I realized how close you would be working with Jordan and it didn't seem fair if I took up your time with him. Not to mention I do believe he is ecstatic to have Lizzie so close at hand."

I gave him a disapproving look at his assumptions. All I got for my disapproval was to be sent out the door with a kiss and a pat on my butt that made me jump and melt at the same time.

I shook my head at him the entire time I walked over to my new desk then heaved a deep sigh at all the work that was ahead of me for the day. I knew it was going to take a while to get myself organized in any recognizable system. But I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin stubbornly, I was not going to let my Master down on this one.

As soon as those words ran through my head, I felt a jolt of shock run through me. It still seemed so unreal that I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was just imagining things. All I knew was, fake or not, in my head I had already accepted him as my master, and starting now I was going to live up to his expectations.. I smiled happily as I unpacked my stuff and began setting up my desk.