Never Let Me Go

Adam fussed at his tie in the mirror for the tenth time and then told himself again that he was being silly. There was no reason to be nervous. Turning from the mirror, he scooped up the bouquet of flowers that were lying on his bed and surveyed the room one last time to make sure there wasn’t anything he needed from home before heading back to his Mistress’s house. Satisfied that he hadn’t missed anything, he strode out of the house, got into his BMW and tried to drive the seven miles to her place in a reasonably calm fashion.

It had been three months since Adam had begun his service with Lucinda and there was no doubt in his mind that he had made the right decision. Adam had never questioned his desires, believing that there was no point in fighting them, but he felt that he hadn’t really known what he was looking for until Lucinda had given it to him. Adam had tried to role play with past girlfriends who either hadn’t taken him seriously or had taken far too much delight in degrading him. That had been when he had decided to go to a professional. Christine, at least, had shown some finesse, but even so he had dreaded coming home each night to be played with, though at the time he had assumed that the feeling was part of the lifestyle.

But with Lucinda it had been different. She had trained him to please her, teaching him how to earn approval by correctly performing his duties. And she had tested his devotion, requiring him to suffer exquisite agonies and burn with helpless desire at her delicate hands. She had brought him to the revelation that a being a slave didn’t mean living in humiliation. Slavery was existing in a state of complete trust and submission. And in exchange for his surrender, she cherished him as no woman had before.

Adam pulled into the driveway of Lucinda’s house and nervously checked his tie again. Getting out of the car, he collected his things and let himself into the front door. Once inside, not being able to wait another minute, he set down everything but the flowers in the entry hall and headed straight for her sitting room. Knocking lightly at the door, he heard a muffled voice say “Come in” and then he put a sweaty palm on the doorknob and let himself in.

Adam stopped in his tracks with his gift behind his back when he saw his Mistress with a naked slave at her feet. Jealousy flared across his features as he took in the scene. It was several seconds before he noticed the other woman sitting in a chair across from them, the man’s true Mistress, but even then he could not take his attention away from Lucinda’s hand on the other man’s shoulder.

“You’re home early, Adam,” his Mistress said to him, her voice calling his eyes to her face. It was Saturday and he had been granted several hours to himself to take care of personal business, but he had returned early this afternoon with a proposition.

Adam brought forward the bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums, favorites of hers as he had learned in their hours alone together, and moved towards his Mistress with a confident stride that his slave self did not possess. Lucinda rose automatically to meet him as an equal, thinking that there was something wrong, but when he reached her, Adam knelt. As a practical matter, Adam didn’t have to kneel when he was wearing clothes but he did it anyway, offering up the bouquet.

Lucinda blinked at him and said nothing.

“I would like to take you to dinner tonight,” Adam announced.

Clearly flustered, Lucinda responded, “Go to my room and wait for me there.”