EXTRACT FOR
Arranged Submission
(Faye Valentine)

"Your home is beautiful, Master," Marlee said as she looked around a living room decorated with plush modern furniture, marble topped stands and artwork hanging on the walls she was certain cost more than she could ever hope to afford.

"Two things. First, thank you. And second, you do not need to call me Master unless you're planning to submit to me."

"You said nothing would make you happier and the last thing I want is to spend the rest of my life with a man I don't make happy so if that's what it takes then I'll gladly call you Master. Though, to be perfectly honest I have no idea what that actually means."

"I'll introduce you to all of that once we've gotten to know each other a bit better."

"Why wait Master?"

"Because there's a lot more to the bdsm lifestyle than just calling me Master and despite training my entire life for this very moment I don't want to scare you before we've even had the chance to take each other's virginities. Anyways, please take a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm fine thanks. So, I'm confused. Should I not call you Master?"

"I'll leave that up to what makes you happy."

"Thank you Master," Marlee said with a smile, the way the word made her feel inside confusing and exciting her to no end.

Several minutes later Sara returned with five other women all dressed as incredibly sexy French maids. They all greeted their Master and then gave Marlee a polite smile before kneeling in a row on the carpeted floor opposite the recliner where Damian now sat. He got up and offered Marlee his hand. She took it and he helped her off the couch and to his side where she stood with her head slightly bowed.

"Ladies, this is Marlee." No sooner were the words out of his mouth then the ladies smiled. "Long story short, she is the woman I've been arranged to marry and she's here to not only consummate our upcoming union but to live as well. So, which of you has the key to our chastity devices?"

"That would be me, Master," a young, round-faced brunette woman answered.

"Ah, Lana, just the woman I wanted to see. I'm going to need you to go shopping for a few things for Marlee."

"Yes Master."

"I have the other key, Master," a buxom petite woman with pixie haircut in shades of blue said. "Pretty sure mine is for her chastity belt."

"But I'm not wearing a chastity belt anymore," Marlee said. "My mother never put it back on me this morning because she thought he was going to have sex with me earlier."

"That makes my job easier Mistress," the woman smiled as she got back down on her knees.

Lana removed the silver necklace she was wearing and approached Damien. "May I Master?"

"You may."

"Thank you Master."

"Wow! They are so polite, Master. I thought I was the only one with that kind of manners."

"Oh, is she to be your submissive too, Master?" Lana asked as she knelt and unzipped Damien's pants.