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He noted that even though she had questions, she was remaining in place. “The easiest way to explain it is an agreed upon mode of etiquette that submissives are to follow. In this club, if a Dom determines his submissive should be on high protocol, it means she is not to speak unless spoken to and given leave to answer by her Dom. If and when I invoke high protocol, I will explain it to you.”
This time when he reached back to remove the corset, he looked to ensure he would not find another nasty surprise. Finding none, he opened up the corset and approached her. “Let’s get this on you.” He stroked down her body, brushing over her erogenous zones. “You made me very proud the way you held position. You were a very good girl. You can put your arms down.”
Viktor finished unlacing the corset before wrapping it around her body, lifting her breasts into the correct spot before beginning to lace her into the thing. He began to work the laces, tightening them little-by-little so she could get used to it. He would only cinch her tight enough this evening that she would feel the support a corset could give her. His hands moved swiftly and smoothly and each time he let her accommodate herself to the constriction of the corset he rubbed her upper arms and shoulders.
“Did I make you leave your arms up too long?”
“No, it’s fine.”
“You must tell me when something hurts. I may not stop, but I need to know.”
“What about a safeword?”
He chuckled. She’d done some research. That was good. “For now, we will use the stoplight system. Do you know what that is?” She nodded. “Good girl,” he whispered kissing her shoulder and lacing her a little tighter. “Does that feel secure?”
“Actually, it’s far more comfortable than I thought it would be.”
“Good. Then we’ll go downstairs to the lounge. We’ll have something to eat, and you can look over the contract.”
“What contract?”
“The D/s contract that grants me exclusive rights to you and vice versa. We’ll go over your hard and soft limits. I have to warn you I won’t tolerate many hard limits. You can put things in the maybe column. Each contract is unique to the parties involved. Mine with you will require you to agree to consensual non-consent. That’s fairly standard here around certain issues like discipline.”
“And with you?”
“It also means that while you may say no, unless you safeword out, I will most likely do as I please.”
“And if I use red?”
“I will double check to ensure you mean it, and if so, then all play will cease, and the contract will terminate.” He let that sink in. When she didn’t try to slap him again, he nodded. “Good girl. Let’s go downstairs.” Emerson reached for her dress. “No, Emerson, the dress remains here.”
“I can’t go downstairs around a bunch of people dressed like this, sit on a barstool, and discuss a contract.”
He chuckled and stroked her cheek. “You have so much to learn. You will not be sitting on a barstool. Submissives rarely use the furniture in the lounge. Most Doms prefer to have them in their laps or at their feet. You should know I plan to be most persuasive about getting you to sign.”
“Planning to threaten me with some kind of punishment if I don’t agree?”
“Of course not. I plan to have my hand between your legs reminding you how much pleasure you will have in my care.”
Emerson blushed. “Viktor, I can’t go down there like this. It leaves nothing to anyone’s imagination.”
“That’s not true. They won’t know the color of your nipples or areola and will only be able to guess at the beauty of your mound. But if you’re uncomfortable, I can remove the corset and thong.”
“Let me guess; I can go down naked.”
He kissed the side of her head. “Beauty, courage, and intelligence. I am blessed. Corset or home?”
“You’re enjoying this,” she accused softly.
“Of course I am,” he said brushing his hand across her nipples and chuckling when she moaned. “And so are you.”
He extended his hand to her. “How do we proceed?”
“Corset.”
“That’s corset, Sir. You will address all Doms in this club as Sir or Ma’am, whichever is appropriate. Once you have signed the contract, I will collar you, at which point you will call me Master. Understand?”
“Yes,” she said not looking at him. She gasped in shocked discomfort when he tweaked her nipple through the corset. “Yes, Sir.”
