Smith & Co. is a club that was organized in the early 1900's in an unnamed American university located on the East coast with a view of the ocean. As you can see, I am not going to use real names or places; not because I am ashamed of what we do; more because there are parents, other family members, friends, institutions and organizations which are involved in Smith & Co. and should not have to be exposed by association.
That being said, I introduce myself to you as Asha. My Master's name is Dylan Leland Collins, II. He is the son of Dylan Patrick Collins, Sr. Mr. Collins, Sr. is Senior Partner of Collins, Hathaway and Stratenberg, a law firm catering to clients such as United States Senators and other U.S. dignitaries. As stated before, none of the names that I will use are their real names.
I am 20 years old and in my Sophomore year in college. I am an English major I have been Master Dylan's sub for almost a year. Master Dylan and I met at orientation when we first entered the University in our Freshmen year. This college was founded in 1805. It is a well-known college mostly for rich high-brow children and most of their parents have built wings, libraries and halls as payment to have their children attend. However, many of the students – like me – are here on a full scholarship.
Master Dylan, like his oldest brother Patrick Leland Collins and his middle brother Nyland Chester Collins and their father before them, are members of the Smith & Co. Although it is a club, it is considered higher and more prestigious than any fraternity. As a matter of fact most students would kill to get into Smith & Co. but when they cannot, they settle for fraternity life.
No one outside of the club knows how Smith & Co. got its name, but it is rumored that it got its name through one of its first fraternity brothers who wanted to combine the privileges of a SM club with a fraternity format. Outsiders do not know what the fraternity brother's name was but he used a name that brought anonymity to his club. Ergo "Smith & Co." became a legitimate club in the college. It was a secret club that men were initiated into through invitation by someone already a part of the club. Dylan's great grandfather was the first Collins to be a part of Smith & Co. The initiation process is very stringent and if you do not have preparation for it long before you get into college, odds of you getting into Smith & Co are minimal to none. However because the Collins family has been a part of it so long, it is almost assumed that the Collins boys were going to be a part of the club.
As I said before, Dylan is my Master. I am his submissive and in training. He said that when he saw me at the orientation, he knew that I was the one for him. We dated for a while which I was intrigued to do because I am of Afro-Caribbean descent, I am a brown-skinned woman and have basically dated black and Latino men. I dated one Asian guy in high school but this was the first time I ever dated a white man. Dylan's muscular, athletic body, broad shoulders and Bostonian accent really intrigued me.
During our three months of dating time we had made the decision that we were not going to have sex until each of us had an HIV test. Dylan told me that the reason for this was so that as I was a virgin I would know that he was safe for me. I found out later that there were other reasons for this as well.
Throughout the first four months of being at the University, I stayed in the dorm at the college. Dylan thought it would be better for me to live at "The Resort". This was the place where all of the Smith & Co. members lived. When he took me there I just thought it would be a typical frat house. I was wrong.
We pulled into a gated community located just off campus. The community seemed to be larger than the sprawling campus grounds. We drove past two swimming pools, a tennis court, a basketball court, a gym and I saw the beginning of a golf course as we pulled in front of the building that looked like a hotel.
A man ran out to the car and opened the driver's side door of Dylan's Mercedes convertible. I thought that strange as no one opened my door. I saw the man bow to Dylan and ask if there was anything else he needed. Dylan told him "No." to which the man ran away and disappeared into the hotel. Dylan opened my side and helped me out of the car. He then said to me "Good girl. I was hoping that you would wait for me to open the door."
"My father always told me to let the man be a gentleman and open doors and hold chairs." I told Dylan "I've been trained well."
Dylan raised his eyebrow as if having an "ah ha" moment and said "So I see."
We arrived on the 24th floor to Dylan's suite of rooms. The floor to ceiling windows overlooked the Atlantic Ocean. It was a beautiful sight. Dylan escorted me into the suite and told me to sit down. It was more like an order but I didn't pay much attention to it. I sat on one of the chairs. He went to a bar and poured us both drinks. He poured me a white wine and he had a scotch. He handed the wine glass to me. "You like white wine, yes?"
"Yes, thank you." I took the glass and sipped. Dylan sat on the block table in front of me. At first he seemed apprehensive. I asked him. "Dylan, what's wrong?"
Dylan stammered a bit, but then took a large gulp of his scotch and then started in his Bostonian broad "a-style" of speech. "Asha, before I start I have to tell you that these last four months with you have been amazing. I want you to know that I adore you."
I thought he was going to break up with me when he said something that changed my life.
"I want to take you as my..." Dylan hesitated.
I asked him "As your what...I don't' understand."
Dylan stood up and walked toward the windows with the massive view of the ocean. "This is going to sound strange coming from me. I don't want you to take this the wrong way because I only mean it with love and the greatest respect for you." He took one more gulp of his scotch and faced me, "I want to take you as my submissive." He said finally with conviction.
I opened my mouth not knowing what to say and I finally said, "And I'm not supposed to take that the wrong way?" I was half laughing and half curious as to what he meant.
Dylan walked toward me and sat back on the table. "Let me explain to you what I mean."
That is when he explained to me what Smith & Co. really is. He said, "Smith & Co. was founded in 1916 by Thomas Hanover. Thomas' father owned Hanover Coal which was prominent in Philadelphia, Virginia and West Virginia. Thomas' father was friends with someone who owned a brothel where porn films were seen. Thomas' father was able to acquire quite a few rolls of film that he would show in his library to his friends. Just before Thomas was on his way to college, his father shared the films and a cognac with his son. Some of the films included bondage and S&M which interested Thomas even more than the actual sex films and that was the beginning of Smith & Co.
So Dylan explained all of this to me. I have to admit, at first I was offended, then I was shocked, but I became more and more interested about this D/s ideology. I was really starting to go for him. I enjoyed being with him and he seemed so attentive to me. We hadn't had sex yet but we had done a few things like of course kissing and fondling and I was looking forward to what else was in store.
Dylan finished his drink and he took my hand. "So now you've heard what Smith & Co is. When my father was a Dom here he had four subs. One of them became my mother. As I told you, she passed away when I was thirteen. I knew that I would be going to this school and I knew I would be a part of Smith & Co. But I didn't know I was going to meet you and I didn't know how much I would adore you after only four months. I would be honored if you would submit yourself to me. I will be a good Dom to you. You will never want for anything. You will have my love, and my protection. I will train you to please me and I, in turn will please you. I will correct you if you are bad and reward you when you are good. You will be glorified and well respected as my beautiful sub/slave."
He then walked to a desk and pulled a box out of a drawer. He put the box on the desk. Dylan quietly said to me. "If you choose to be my sub, please hand me this box, get down on your knees and ask me to collar you. Once I collar you, you will be mine to train when I am ready to do so. There will be an Acceptance Initiation ceremony this evening for everyone to meet the new Doms and subs which we will attend if you choose to be collared. If you choose not to do this, I will understand, we will still be friends but I will not be able to see you anymore. And...I really would not like that."
