**Donnie's new job has him dropping things on a moments notice for Mr. Donnovan and WD LLC.
**This story runs parallel to Mel & Donnie Ch. 2 where Mel begins separate affair with Jerry, their neighbor.
Mel's voice seemed perfectly fine with him staying over in Des Moines for work, the "new normal" she called his job to their neighbor friends Jerry and Ruthie. She said she made a good point to them as they chatted in the back yard stating, "Outside the first week, it's never been a set pattern."
I quickly call James, the man I was covering for at WD, LLC. cowering in a shower stall because something didn't feel right. Mr. Donnovan rushed James overseas for the big Europe festival in late July and all of a sudden I was Mr. D's everything.
"What does it mean when he comes in abruptly and just states, "I need you tonight?"
James paused on the other end, seemingly at a loss for words, surprising me by saying, "I really don't know, Donnie. He'd never behaved that way with me, on on a Monday evening."
James was Mr. Donnovan's lover, personal assistant and in charge of WD, LLC's 'entertainment' division, one that brought me into the fold with a lot of cash and gave me opportunities for advancement quickly. I had grown quite fond of James in a short time and was enamored with the lifestyle Mr. Donnovan had accelerated me into and giving me opportunities in his company
"Wonderful," I said still nervous Mr. Donnovan was going to catch me trying to figure him out using James. "What is his motivation, James? I don't want to step on your toes, because it feels like he's making a play for me."
"Just go with it like you have, Donnie," James said reassuring him. "He adores that about you, and he always takes the individual's persona into account, be it business or pleasure."
"So it could be either?" I asked, ready to hang up.
"I don't have a fucking clue," James said a little annoyed at my questions.
"Okay then, bye," I said, frustrated with the man I respected most, wanted to be transparent with my time while he was gone and I was in his place. Sure, he'd witnessed Mr. Donnovan take me several different times, several different ways, and James had even been on his knees in front of me.
I straightened myself, brushed back my hair and I came out of the bathroom to see Mr. Donnovan was there waiting. I stomach sank, where was this going? His hand went to my back, between the shoulder blades.
"Donnie, my boy, you impress me," he said in a light and caring tone. "The work you did for James, on top of my work, amazing."
"Thank you, Sir," I said, feeling his hand slide down my back. Definitely my pleasure I thought to myself. "Just trying to earn my keep on my first day."
"Modest," Mr. Donnovan stated. "You and James have that in common. How's Mel with you staying over?"
"Oh, fine Sir," I said appreciating his interest in keeping my marriage strong, then admitted. "At this point she's used to the changes and irregular schedule. She understands the sacrifice needed."
"You'll have to ask her to be up front with you Donnie," Mr. Donnovan said, continuing his vain of caring for our marriage even as he was escorting me to whatever sexual adventure he had planned. "Be sure to make it right tomorrow night."
"Yes Sir," I said. "We've connected well the past few weeks."
"Good Boy," he said with intent and eye contact as we ducked into his car. He paused before driving and looked at me very serious. "I need you to come with me tonight to my 'group'. I was very impressed with you and our young driver, how you slipped into a roll quickly, was consistent and helped me illustrate a scene I wish to recapture sometime this summer."
His smile and wink told me all I needed to know. He had led me into a BDSM scene involving a young female driver, who submitted to both of us and watched me submit to Mr. Donnovan. He was a skilled Master and knowing as little decorum as I did gave me choice and allowed my insights to guide me in my role.
"Mr. Donnovan, that sounds delightful," I said, then began to confirm my suspicions about what i just agreed to do. "Just the way you said that, and you've never steered me wrong... it has to be delightful."
"You're stammering, Donnie," Mr. Donnovan said, putting his hand on my knee. "But you're right it is delightful, if you're into it. Oh, and don't mention a word of this to James. He doesn't like it when I play in groups."
The intent in his glare was relaxing, almost hypnotizing. He kept alternating looking at the road driving to looking at me, finding my eyes, placing his hand on my knee. He looked ahead as I tried to imagine the group BDSM play I guessed was awaiting the both of us.
We were headed out of Des Moines, down a county road that ran by the Des Moines River. He turned onto a long lane that then was paved. There was a very ornate looking newer home with about 10 cars parked on a large circle drive and down the lane. Mr. Donnovan opened the garage door with an opener, my cock stiffened as he smiled.
"Remember when you complimented me on my role play, on being a Master?" Mr. Donnovan said and I nodded yes with a gulp. "I get a lot of practice."
I knew it! He was bringing into his world of dominance of submission, one apparently James didn't care for and Mr. Donnovan did without his knowledge or blessing. What I had read about online, and experienced just a couple times recently, I really, really enjoyed. I guess I was submissive and would continue along that path, or whatever experience awaited me.
The garage door began to close and we stepped out of the car and up some stairs. I thought we'd be walking into a mud room or laundry, instead it was just a room where there were shoes, purses, phone, wallets, all sorts of personal items put into small decorative bins.
There was a sign that read, "leave all personal items here, they are safe, you will not have contact with anyone until 2 a.m." The '2 a.m.' was in erasable marker, as it was changed depending the day I assumed. I put my things in bin #7 and Mr. Donnovan smiled at my presence and understanding, my compliance without explaination.
He opened a door and we walked into a large space upstairs, void of a kitchen, just a sink and some food laid out untouched for late I figured. There were sofa's and intense, but soft jazz music in the background. I heard people talking from the basement and a few down a hallway to the right.
"This way," Mr. Donnovan commanded, taking me to the left, into a separate room that was painted black, with a closet filled with leathery items, accessories and everything BDSM to wear.
"I will be back in 15 minutes," he stated coldly. "Strip naked aind an outfit, complete with hood, from and closet and be kneeling on the floor, ready to obey every command, you got that Jarvi!"
"Yes, Sir" I said meekly.
I didn't know what I was looking at, but found descriptions on the labels. I took off all my clothes, placed them on the shelf in the closet, and found a leather "breast plate". I fumbled with putting it over my shoulders and somehow figured out where to connect the strap, looking in a mirror on the wall. In the dim light of early evening I could see it was right.
Next I found a leathery G-string that barely cupped my modest package and balls, slipped around back getting narrower up my crack. Both items had rings, I assumed were designed to connect to restraints. I found ankle and wrist adornments with spikes and rings and then the hood.
I was putting the hood on when I heard the door starting to open, so I dropped to my knees as it slid over my head.
I felt a presence, the door closed and my dominant stood there, looking at me, still fidgeting a little from just getting to the floor. I smelled leather and a fragrance I couldn't place, I assumed it was appropriate for the evening as it filled my nostrils.
"You will walk on your hands and knees unless told different," A different monotone, female voice said, moving to my back, clipping a leash to the ring in the middle there. "The safe word for tonight is 'TAINT' and you may use it once. If you use it twice you will be escorted out for the evening. You may only use it after a scene or act starts and you've been engaged sexually, or you will be escorted out for the evening."
Her feet shuffled on the floor and I felt a tug on the leash, so I fell forward and started my crawl on all fours towards it's pull. I pictured going towards the long hallway, but we stopped in the great room where we came in. There was a clump of something in front of me.
"Drink, pet," the female voice commanded so I lowered my face to where the sound had originate, my mouth available under the hood. I lapped at the dish of water, it running down my chin, knowing I needed the hydration.
She petted my head, her rings pressed against my scalp, then down my cheek and neck, "Good boy."
We continued down the hall and soon I had to traverse the steps going down, facing forward, trying not to slip or start rolling face first. She held onto the leash as I moved downward. We got to the bottom and the noises were not of random cries, commands, the snapping of whips, moans of pleasure as I had anticipated. There was very little sound, just feet shuffling and some short conversation.
I had estimated 20-30 people as we drove in, that is if 2-3 per car came out and that didn't include us.
She led me across concrete to some sort of padded flooring, where she used the lease to turn me around. She commanded, "Sit!" and lowered herself on something that sounded wooden, I felt the lease be pulled tight towards her chair.
"Mistress," I heard a male voice say in front of us. "Permission to be inspected."
"Granted," she said, and he confirmed my assumption that I was a pet for a female domme tonight, or at least for the moment. She got up and I could feel the padding shift a little as she walked around in front of me and I assumed around the male.
"Very good, Clefus," she said in her forced lower, monotone voice. "You may join the others on the west wall."
This repeated five more times, two more men and three women. She had them go to separate walls, men on the west while women on the east. Between each one she would rub my head and I would push into her touch.
My cock was hard, even though my hearing was restricted and I had no light coming in through the hood. The leather was hard but forgiving with a little soft liner where it pushed against me.
There was a pause to the activity and everyone got silent, my Mistress rolled up the hood so my ears could hear.
