“You need to get ready for tonight,” Kade says as I brush my hair. I set it down on the vanity. It’s filled with new makeup and expensive perfumes and lotions I’d never dreamed of having. There are clothes in the closet too, although I’ve barely worn any of them.

Kade prefers me in the same handful of dresses when we’re outside of the bedroom. But he said we’ll be leaving soon. And I’ll need them once we leave here.

I haven’t forgotten what this place is. It’s a gilded cage. Although it is a comfortable one.

The thought of getting away from here brings back my desire to run full force. I keep the thoughts at bay as best I can so I don’t slip up. I need to be perfect and leave this place unscathed. I’m so close, just days away now until he takes me back. I know his guard is down, and I may be given the chance to take my own freedom, rather than waiting for him to gift it to me.

“You look beautiful, angel.” His soft praise interrupts my thoughts, and I look up into his blue eyes as he grips the top of the chair behind me. My heart swells. I don’t know how fucked up I am, but there’s something wrong with me. I crave his approval. And I love it when he gives it to me.

* * *

I kneel on the floor next to Kade. There are several chairs in the large room, although most people are standing closer to the stage. We’re on the side wall with an unhindered view. To my right is Kade, his hand on my shoulder, rubbing soothing circles as I sit perfectly still in the kneeling position. Gabriel is on my left, and next to him is Talia.

I keep wanting to look at her, but I don’t. I haven’t had a moment to talk to her since… my punishment. I want to thank her; I haven't had a chance to though.

In the center of the stage is a slave and her Master. I’m not certain if she’s like me and Talia, or like Master W’s wife. I know not to ask.

She’s shackled to a post in the center of the stage. Her Master’s fingering her and she’s pulling against the chains. His corded muscles ripple as he shoves his fingers into her soaked pussy. He pumps them in and out and kisses her neck, biting and moving up her jaw. Her back tries to bow, and she screams out sounds of pleasure.

The dim lights are centered on them, and the rest of the room is practically pitch black. But I can see the audience just fine. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Some couples watch as the Master covers her eyes with a sash and pulls a toy from his pocket. Other couples engage in their own activities. The man on stage commands her to open her mouth, and she does so eagerly. She sucks on the plug, warming it and getting it wet before he inserts it into her ass. She squirms slightly as he works it in and out.

That’s one thing Kade hasn’t done with me. Of all the things he’s done, he’s never done anything other than spank my ass. He said he wants my pussy. And I’m his alone, so there’s no need for me to be trained otherwise.

The woman screams out as he smacks her clit with a riding crop, spreading her pussy lips and doing it over and over. His movements are harsh, although the crop is barely touching her with light flicks. But I imagine the sensation of not knowing when they’re coming is nearly too much to bear. I know when he’s done with her she’ll be limp and sated. But that could take hours, and there’s no telling what all will happen between now and then.

“When will Olivia be ready for us?” I don’t react to Gabriel’s question. I anticipated this.

It’s like a fucking graduation ceremony. Although I'm nervous and feeling a little uneasy about the idea of everyone watching, I trust Kade. He’s not going to let anything happen to me. He’ll keep me safe and take me away once all this is done. And a darker part of me is looking forward to it. When he trains me now, it’s just like this. My core heats as I think about yesterday.

He didn’t have to tie me up. I’m much better now at resisting the urge to move away. He made me wait to cum. He brought me to the edge, and I was able to hold it there. I waited until he said I could. It’s much easier to do when he’s simply hitting my clit like the Master’s doing on stage. I can go for a long time without cumming then. But the vibrator or Kade fucking me is much more difficult. Both are just so intense. Too intense to control.

It took days of practice to get to this point. He said it was his fault though that it took so long for me to learn. Every time I came without his consent he fucked me mercilessly. But that’s not a punishment. Not that he’s ever punished me beyond the one time. As long as I’m trying, and as long as I submit to him, then I don’t deserve any negative consequences.

“I think she’s ready for us right now,” Master A says as he walks closer to us. I hadn’t seen him in the room. My eyes widen slightly when I see the look in his eyes.

My pussy clenches as I realize the double meaning of their words.

A soft rumble comes from Kade’s chest as I close my eyes and look at the ground.

“Are you ready for me, Olivia?” Master A asks.

My breath stills in my lungs as I peek up at him.

“I’m ready when Master K tells me I am, sir.” I keep my voice low and my face neutral, but the thought of being commanded by Kade on the stage only makes me even more turned on. I try not to show it, but judging from Gabriel’s chuckle, I’ve failed.

For some reason, knowing this is all going to end soon, and feeling so safe with Kade, I almost want to answer differently. I almost call him Master, but I don’t.

Master A pouts comically and leans against the wall to Kade’s right.

“Well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”

I lean against Kade’s leg and he runs his hand through my hair, petting me.

As the night continues, I consider just how completely broken I am. The sight on the stage doesn’t affect me in any way other than to arouse me. I want to be her. At what point did I come to trust a man who’s dangerous and took me as a sex slave? When did I start desiring being used? But most importantly, why am I not in a hurry to leave?