Behind the Mask

Chapter 24

Owen's POV

I had to laugh when Marissa frowned at us and lectured, "If I don't get pants, then none of you do either." I don't think she expected us to shrug and strip.

She was still mumbling to herself as I handed her a glass of wine. "We are just following your requests, love," I grinned and kissed the top of her head. She took the glass and sat in a near-perfect presentation pose, sipping delicately.

"So can we play a game?" Luke asked with a mischievous gleam. Oh, I know that look. Our little girl might want to be careful how she answers. This should be interesting.

"Should we warn her?" Sean whispered in my ear with a slight giggle.

"Not a chance," I said conspiratorially. "She asked for this, let's see where it goes."

"What kind of game?" Marissa asked suspiciously.

"Well, we're all half naked and drinking, so we could do naked twister, charades, truth or dare, or never have I ever," he grinned. It was rather obvious which one he really wanted.

She ran her finger along the rim of her glass, thinking for a few moments then grinned, "Or, I could teach you all a game." Okay, I didn't see that coming.

Luke took the bait. "Okay, teach us." We all agreed.

She giggled, and setting her glass down, asked, "I need to know who is who - a hardcore dom, pleasure dom, soft dom, and who are the switches?" Everyone's eyes blinked as Kota let out a loud laugh. I think we all missed something, then North groaned.

"She fucking tricked us. She has more knowledge in BDSM than all of us combined," North complained, "We're dead."

She giggled and clapped her hands, "Oh this is going to be fun! Now, I already know Kota is a hardcore 24/7 power exchange type, Luke is soft and a switch, Gabe and North like the daddy dom play, but Gabe is also a pleasure dom. I'm not sure about the rest of you yet." I had to say, I was very impressed. She was completely accurate so far.

"Do you need to know to teach us the game?" I ventured.

"Well, I don't want to make anyone truly uncomfortable or trigger anything so it helps, but if you want to just try then may I suggest a common safeword for all."

"The word is red, little pet, and yes, we'll go ahead. I'll even play," Kota told her, getting on the floor.

He flashed me a knowing smile. "I will as well, love. It might be interesting to see things from a new perspective," I added.

"Ahh, there's the other hardcore dom," she chuckled. "Not surprising." She stood and with a soft smile said, "Well, gentlemen as of this moment, you are all in submission training. You may not speak, make eye contact, or do anything without my permission. Should you want my attention and I'm not directly looking at you, then you may kiss the tops of my feet to gain my attention." She giggled and headed to the kitchen, "That includes talking to one another - oh, and my lovelies, you may not touch yourselves, each other, or me in a sexual manner without my explicit consent. I'm grabbing some water. Be right back."

I blinked in surprise - what the hell? We all looked at each other in shock as Kota just smirked. Luke was the only one who looked completely content. Out of the nine of us, he and Victor had the most submissive personalities and were definite switches. She'd top them from the bottom if they weren't careful. We sat in complete silence for almost twenty minutes until she re-entered the room with a handful of pens and papers.

Passing out one to each of us she explained, "You may have done this with your own subs, but often when a sub needs to be reminded of how much she wants to submit to her dom, they do an exercise called dom devotion. The sub makes a list of everything they'd be willing to do for their dom or allow their dom to do for them." She sat down on the couch and motioned for Silas to get on the floor in front of her. He slid to his knees in a presentation pose before her, not meeting her gaze. "Well done," she praised him and kissed the top of his forehead. "For example, if Silas were willing to please me as his dom, say by allowing me to top him, he would add it to the list. The idea is similar to a contract, so you never list anything that is a hard limit or trigger. I've always avoided soft limits as well. The intention is to be a go-to list that you both will enjoy." She lifted Silas's chin, leaning forward, "Thank you for obeying," she whispered and kissed him deeply. I could see him fighting to keep his hands down and not touch without her permission. When the kiss broke they were both flushed and panting. Never looking away from Silas she spoke quietly, "Please make your lists gentlemen. How would you show your devotion to me?"