Chapter 3: Friday Evening
"Here is your seat."
"Thank you Pixie." Mia beamed as she took her designated seat. Although it wasn't a formal dinner, a seating arrangement had been provided for evening meals to encourage mingling. The tables were long wooden beams, almost like something out of a English boarding school. Although the room looked quite formal, the fairy lights and random toys, including some cute pink handcuffs, on the tables reduced the formality of the surroundings.
Today she was opposite a brown haired man in a grey shirt, his sleeves were rolled up. Mia guessed he was in his mid thirties probably and was quite athletic with his polo clinging tightly onto his chest.
"Hi, my name's Elliot. I'm one of the TWR coordinators and a dominant."
"Mia. I'd say I'm submissive."
"And this is my submissive Erica, she's also a TWR coordinator." Eric's hand gestured beside him.
Mia peered down to the floor. Sitting on the floor, at Eric's feet, was a tall, mixed race woman with a mass of curly brown hair. She was wearing a dark grey dress, with a matching ribbon in her hair, which pooled around the floor. Mia was perplexed. This is not what she expected submission to look like.
She expected to look how it looked in her imagination. Submission to her looked more like Pixie who was currently kneeling at a blonde Domme's feet, passing her a drink. Her lithe frame was bowed, her arms stretched out with the drink as an offering. Her flaming red hair fanned out, shielding her face.
Whereas Erica was in an sitting below Eric, she was also just casually on her phone. It looked like she was just playing candy crush. She had bright pink pods in her ears which meant she wasn't aware of her surroundings. So, Eric gently squeezed her shoulder to gain her attention.
Eventually, Erica looked up. Her brown eyes had a gentle twinkle in them.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Erica replied, locking her phone with a flourish. Even her nails were perfectly manicured white French tips. "Your first time?"
"Yeah. Could you tell?"
"A little." Erica laughed good-naturedly. "Honestly, I was a lot worse my first time. My final year of uni. All by myself because my bestie who I had came with, was meeting his boy toy. So there I was absolutely shaking like a leaf. Until Eric swooped me up. So you are doing a lot better than I am."
"Thanks." Mia replied, pouring three glasses of wine. She then awkwardly looked at the floor. Should she put the glass on the floor? Offer it to Eric to offer it to Erica?
"You can leave her drink there." Eric cut through her thoughts. "She's only allowed to have one glass of wine with dinner."
Mia ignored the confidence in his voice that excited her a little. It would feel so good to have a Dom who was that firm without being patronising. Rather, she nodded stiffly.
Rather than respond to her dominant, Erica turned to Mia and said. "I'm guessing you're submissive. But that's a very presumptuous guess."
Guess those earphones were really good.
"I am. I've never played in real life. But I've read tons and being a submissive really resonates with me. I just want to find out more about what exactly I want. But I don't think I'm a switch or a dominant."
"Then, you'll definitely want to be in my ten am class tomorrow. Finding Submission 101." Erica replied.
"She's an amazing teacher. The class is very popular so it's a great way to meet others too." Eric chimed in.
"I didn't realise I'd asked for a review." Erica replied cheekily.
"Fine Mia. I propose you come to my class Finding Domination 101 tomorrow at 10am. You might change your mind on being a dominant."
"Wait. Are you trying to poach her?" Erica gasped.
Mia instantly relaxed as the couples bickered between themselves.
She looked around the room as more people trickled in. It was getting incredibly busy. When she had entered the room, there looked to be about ten guests whereas now it looked like at least fifty. It was a lot more chilled than she thought. The lights were dimmed and people chatted freely.
"Dinner will be served soon, my dear." Eric said, as he noticed the waiters stared coming out of the kitchen. Just like Pixie, they were wearing white and black uniforms. Some of the uniforms were a lot more exciting than others.
Erica pouted briefly but gave her phone to her dominant. He then pocketed it before offering his hand to her.
When Erica stood up, Mia noticed how tall she was. Erica easily was at least 5'8-5'9 inches excluding her heels. Her athletic figure was only enhanced by her flouncy grey dress. Her long legs were complimented by her suede navy pumps.
As Erica sat beside Eric, Mia noticed she had the most gorgeous collar. It was a thick blue choker, with two small pearl Es in the centre, dangling onto her chest.
"Your collar is gorgeous how long have you been together?" Mia said, as she glanced hungrily at the grilled lobster tails. The overpowering scent of garlic butter wafted in the air. And she was fucking starving. A burrito was not cutting it apparently.
"Thanks! I love it too." Erica fingered the letters gently.
"And we've been together five years." Eric interrupted. But unlike when Erica was on the floor, Mia could see there was a shift in her behaviour. She respectfully listened as he explained how they had met online. Then gone for coffee. Then scened together.
Their love story could have been anyone's. Except for when they discussed their collaring ceremony. Erica's eyes darkened with arousal as she recounted her memories. She had kneeled before Eric, denouncing all others to serve him and only him. To please him and arouse him. He promised to honour her submission but also excite her, and fuck her senseless. All said in front of their closest friends. Kink friendly invites only.
Mia listened attentively as the massive bowl of Cajun spiced rice was placed in front of them. The hot meal popped out steam and it's fragrance was heavenly. Mia loved cooking, and she could appreciate well seasoned food, which this was.
"If you want some company, we normally have breakfast around nine. That's when the pancakes are ready because they get super popular and they are gone by half past. No matter how many times we tell the caterer that they are popular." Erica said, as she loaded up a plate.
The spiced rice looked far too much for her slender size, so it made a lot of sense when she placed it in front of Eric.
