Make Me Believe Ch. 04

The cold metal chain made her shiver as it fell between the valley of her exposed breasts. Liana had never felt more exposed in her life. Master Desmond had laid an outfit out on the bed for her after her shower and careful shaving. If she wasn't at this party with him, she thought that she would have been rather fond of it. The pale blue dress clung to her curves, the top barely cupping her breasts. She felt as if her chest would spill out of the dress at any moment. White lace trimmed the edges of the top of the dress but didn't do much in protecting her breasts from jiggling every time she took a step. The dress fell a few inches above mid-thigh, meaning that anytime she bent over, any person could see her shaved, pantyless cunt. Liana ran her hands down the front of her dress, fingers trailing over it. It flared out at her waist, with more white lace trimming the bottom. All in all, it was a very pretty dress if rather short for her tastes. Desmond had had her put on white stockings with tiny blue ribbons tacked onto the front. He had also had her wear matching white garters that disappeared under her dress. Liana looked down at her peep toe white shoes. They were ridiculously high, nearly four inches she thought but utterly adorable.

"Come on," Desmond tugged on her chain, leading her about the room like a pet dog. Honestly, that's what she felt like: a purebred bitch being shown off to potential dog breeders. Liana followed Desmond faithfully though, sharp blue eyes cast demurely down, her thick blond hair gently curled and spilling over her shoulders and around her chest.

"Evening, Desmond," a man in his late twenties, early thirties grasped Desmond's hand and shook it throughly.

"Nice to see you, Isak!" Desmond clasped an arm on the man's shoulder, "Your house is nice."

"Thanks, man," Isak said, grinning broadly. Liana looked up at him. He was a little bit shorter than Desmond with close cropped, reddish gold hair. Stubble lined his jaws, making him appear younger although his bone structure was fine and almost delicate to a degree. He wore a button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, over dark blue jeans and a pair of loafers. If Liana had seen him outside of this party, she would have probably flirted with him and seen him as a well off business man. She dropped her eyes as soon as he looked at her although she did catch the devilish smirk that twisted his lips.

"Is this your newest project?" Isak asked, reaching out to tilt Liana's chin upward. Her jaw clenched in reaction and her eyes narrowed slightly. If she was to be a complete submissive, then she would submit to Desmond and Desmond only.

"Settle, my pet," Desmond murmured, touching her waist gently. She flicked her gaze to him before forcing her expression to soften. He had to know that she hated being thrust into the world of submission like this. The transition was hard, weird and perverted. Liana bit back a frown although Isak pulled his hand away from her.

"She's a beauty," Isak said, his voice ringing with appreciation.

"She's also my wife and my love," Desmond said, "Her name is Liana and I'm having to do a sort of crash submission course with her. As you can see, she's still defensive with other Masters and has yet to fully submit."

Isak cocked an eyebrow, "Well then, at least you have a willing woman who must love you if she married you. She's in very good hands to have you as Master."

"You would know," Desmond smirked. To Liana's surprise, a soft pink rose in Isak's cheeks and he glanced down at his feet. He cleared his throat.

"Um, have you seen my own sub? I've been working with him for two months now and he's coming along nicely," Isak looked back up, his face now clear of his previous blush.

"What ever happened to Marissa?"

Liana shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The heels were beginning to kill her legs but she knew better than to complain. The conversation had been like this all night and Liana was rather glad Desmond had her walk slightly behind him. She could look at the other Masters and Mistresses and was fascinated by the various levels of submission around her. A few subs were as tentative about it as her, doe eyed and sticking close to their Master or Mistress. Others were incredibly well trained, following the dominant orders of exposing themselves (Liana had even spied one orgasming on command) donning the strangest outfits, elaborate collars and gags. One submissive male had been wearing what Desmond called a cock cage. He explained its function was to basically keep the man from maintaining an erection. Liana looked away quickly from that. Perhaps she was a little bit naive when it came to this stuff.

"Marissa has been expressing interest in becoming a femdom. I hadn't wanted to lose her like that but she promised another two years of total submission if I would help her at least attempt to train a male for herself," Isak shrugged, "I don't know if she'll be able to pull it through but having two sluts two play with is quite fun. It's become an interesting sort of experience." Desmond nodded, looking thoughtful.

He glanced at Liana, before turning back to Isak, "Where are they? I thought you were like me and kept them close at hand." He cocked an eyebrow, making Isak drop his eyes again.

"I had asked Marissa to attend to an old friend of mine actually," Isak said, looking back up again, "And I was about to go fetch Brad. I was having some issues with him earlier today and left him simmering for the last few hours. I suppose his time is up. Excuse me." Isak shook Desmond's hand and left, his head sheepishly bowed until he thought Desmond couldn't see him.

Liana leaned in towards Desmond, perhaps violating her submission, "What was that about?"

He looked at her, "Isak used to be my pet a few years ago. I fancy some wine. Shall we go see if we can find some?" Liana had no choice but to follow, the chain tugging nicely on her collar. They wove through the mingling crowd, Desmond nodding and greeting a few people here and there. Liana kept her gaze down although she could hear the soft compliments to Desmond about his new pet. She wanted to protest and say that she was his wife and not just a pet. She was the love of his life, and he hers, surely that meant something to these people? Desmond found his wine and asked her to sit on the floor, knees bent under her body, hands spread on her thighs. She looked up at him as he sipped the deep red liquid and she licked her lips. She wanted to go home and have dinner then perhaps lie in bed with Desmond and just have him cradle her in his arms. She didn't want to do this anymore.

"Open your mouth," Desmond said, pouring what remained of his wine into her open mouth. She gulped it down greedily, the rich taste sweet in her throat as it spilled into her stomach.

"Thank you, Master," she said, licking her lips clean of the alcohol.

"You're welcome," he replied, running his fingers lightly along her cheek before straightening. Liana yearned for the touch. God, she wanted to kiss him so badly, or at least take his hand. The lack of contact was beginning to drive her crazy.

"I think we should we go. Are you ready?" Desmond asked, indicating she should stand. Liana nodded mutely and followed Desmond back to the car he had rented for the night. She was grateful for leaving. Perhaps Master Desmond had noticed that she was growing weary of this game. He slid into the car after coiling the chain lead into her lap, trusting that she wouldn't attempt to leave.

He shifted the car into drive and pulled away, "Hmm. I probably should have said goodbye to Isak. Ah well. I'm sure he'll stop by the house in a day or two anyways." Desmond placed a hand on her exposed knee. "Liana, as your husband, you did beautifully tonight. I am proud to call you my wife. As your Master, there is still work to be done. I know thrusting you into a BDSM party like that was extreme but I think it simply reenforces what I expect from you. Complete. Total. Submission." As he spoke the last final words, his hands gripped her creamy thighs tighter and tighter, sliding upwards slowly until his warm fingers were pressing against the slick hot folds of her flesh. Liana gasped softly and squirmed against his fingers.

"Settle, my pet," Desmond growled, removing his hand from her cunt. Liana sighed, folding her hands in her lap. She thought about what he had said. 'Complete. Total. Submission.' She could feel moisture leak onto the leather seats. That was exactly what she wanted, even if she couldn't admit it to Desmond, let alone herself. She wanted to give herself completely over to Desmond, wanted to do whatever he said, no matter how twisted or weird it seemed to her, wanted to please him until he cried 'No more!' and continue on until he found himself utterly submersed in the pleasure she could deliver. That was what she wanted.

Wasn't it?