Vincent and Kyle are Dom and sub, they live the master and slave life full-time, they have a formal contract, and one day Vincent discovers Kyle's secret fetish for the medical experience.
Kyle has hidden it, embarrassed, but Vincent arranges for Kyle to experience his desires behind locked doors, giving them a weekend they'll never forget. Each story explores a day of their time together, but will the weekend help or hinder their relationship?Your appointment is at 4 pm sharp. Your entry code is my birth date -- month and day. When you enter, the door will lock automatically behind you.
You will go to Exam Room 2. There is a cabinet for your clothes. It has a time-release lock set for Sunday evening, 6 pm. You will undress and sit on the exam table.
I will join you in due time.
Master Wolfe
I stared at the slip of paper in my hand, then up at the nondescript red brick building before me. If there's one thing I've learned in the seven months since entering the contract with Master Wolfe, it's don't ever keep a fetish hidden, no matter how embarrassing it is to admit. I swallowed hard. Master Wolfe's note -- written in tight, precise script -- felt like a weight in my palm. Almost as heavy as the hand that turned my ass bright red the day he found the secret porn collection on my computer. That had been a week ago, and I still felt a sting when I sat down.
***
I'd gotten in the shower, per Master's orders. We were at home and, like everything else in my life, my computer was his to use as he wished. His laptop was in the shop, so while I showered, he checked email and whatever else he needed to do. When I came out, one towel around my waist and using another to dry my hair, I just knew something was wrong.
"Down!"
My knees hit the carpet the second the command was barked. Eyes downcast, I waited. Shivers moved through me -- not because I was cold, but because I knew he'd found them. That one folder of fetish pictures and video clips. I'd never told anyone about it. Now, I was going to pay dearly for not telling him.
A firm grip seized my chin, jerking my head up to meet a steel-blue gaze that was just as hard as the metal itself. "I own you."
"Yes, Master."
He pointed to the computer, which was in plain sight from where I knelt. A video clip was playing -- a man in stirrups, a doctor sitting on a stool between his spread legs. "Perhaps you need a reminder in that."