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She lounged on one of the love seats that were located along the sides of the club. Watching the regulars come and go, it was unusual to see new people here. Occasionally it happened that someone wandered in thinking it was a regular night club, but once they really noticed what was happening there; most ran for the door. The scene wasn't for everyone; most misunderstood the small nuances that made it appealing to the people involved. She had received her fair share of judgmental looks and whispers, she simply didn't care. She had been in the lifestyle since she was 18, working her way through her training and finally learning how to train others herself. She liked to think she was a good teacher, no one had ever complained. She had her set of rules and she stuck to them; it was that simple. Kara's thoughts were interrupted by the sharp inhale of breath from the young woman on the floor at her feet. Kara gave the woman a sharp glance; warning her about making noise. The woman quickly bowed her head with her eyes on the ground. Kara looked towards the door and immediately noticed the two large men. Now they are new! She thought to herself admiring them each individually. The first man was tall and muscular with long black hair that went down over his shoulders. The second man was just a bit shorter than the first, but just as muscular with extremely short dark hair. Both men had tattoos on their arms. Kara definitely would have noticed these two before if they had come in! The man who led them into the club was not new however. Randy Orton was a regular in the club, and as far as Kara was concerned a detriment to the lifestyle. He fancied himself a dominant, a master; but he was a half-wit who as far as Kara could see couldn't train himself out of a paper bag if he needed to. Randy was one of those people who become dominant because they feel inferior on the inside and couldn't hack being a submissive first; a horrible way to start. Kara had been trained as a submissive first; it made her a better dominant, because she knew what it was like to be a sub and understood perfectly the other side of everything she did. She found herself silently praying that these two amazing men did not belong to Randy. What a complete waste! She took a deep breath as she spotted Randy making his way over to her, followed by the two men.

"Kara, don't you look lovely tonight! I figured I would find you here." Randy gave an insincere smile and used his hand to lift her sub's head up. "Now you are a beautiful sub! Very well trained I see. Not that I would expect any less from my dear friend Kara." He let go of the girl's face and grinned. He knew it was disrespectful and insulting to put his hands on another Dom's submissive without permission first.

"Randy. Kindly do not touch Alyssa again without asking! As for your comment; of course Alyssa is well trained, I trained her. What can I do for you? Looking to be re-trained are you?" Kara smirked at the obvious slight she had thrown at him. She could tell he was pissed; the anger was practically rolling off him in waves.

"No. I am trained just fine! Perhaps I shouldn't make you my offer after all. I'm sure there are plenty of Doms here who would jump at the opportunity." Randy sputtered.

"Get to the point Randy, I'm getting bored." Kara snipped back and shot him an annoyed glance.

"I have these two subs, got them from another Dom. They are very difficult and with my other subs, I just don't have the time to properly 'break' them. I was going to see if you were interested." Randy nodded in the two males' direction.

Kara hated the term "Break", it denoted cruelty and unnecessary punishment. To her, a good Dom could train a sub to do things because they wanted to do them, but also because they knew it brought their Dom pleasure. A broken sub was just an empty shell of a submissive, hardly a challenge worth working on. She had no doubt that Randy "broke" all his subs and it made her skin crawl. They were fine looking men; she knew she could train them with very little issue. She could even see them both going on to being very strong Dom's if they chose to. Alyssa is well ahead of her training, what would be the harm in taking in two more subs. It could be interesting. "Alright Randy, what do you want for them?" She asked cautiously.

"Nothing, I truly just don't have the time for them. If you want them, they are yours." Randy looked at her awaiting a response.

Kara cringed. God you are such a clueless asshole! "I am happy to take over their training if they are agreeable to me doing so." Kara's rule number one: Never train a submissive who doesn't choose to be with you. Submissives weren't slaves or animals; you never just took them and forced them to like it. Clearly a lesson Randy had never learned, which might explain why his submissives always seemed to give him so much trouble. Kara stood up off the loveseat and walked over to the two men. They were massive! "My name is Kara; you may address me as Mistress if you choose to take my offer of training with me." She made sure to make eye contact with each of them individually and offered them a smile. She watched as both men silently nodded their agreement to the deal. I'm not surprised. Anyone would be better than who you have been with! "Thank you Randy, I believe we are done here. By the way, isn't that one of your subs over there near the bar rubbing all over Simon?" Kara grinned.

"Son of a Bitch!" Randy stormed off towards his wayward sub, muttering out loud all the way.

Kara could barely contain her chuckle. "Well, let's start with names." She moved over to the taller male. "And what would your name be?" She gave him a good look over as she waited for her answer. He was easily a foot taller than she was. She smiled as he went down to his knees and looked at the floor in front of her.

"My name is Roman, Mistress. Thank you for offering to take over my training." Roman had worked hard in his training with his original Dom. Learning the very basics at least, but had admittedly slacked in his skills with Randy; mostly because he hated Randy. Even though he had not made eye contact with this new Dom yet, already he felt more at ease.

"You are very welcome Roman, and nice to see you have at least some basics to build on." Kara moved over to the second man. "And what is your name?" Again she looked the man over and waited for his answer. He was slightly taller than her, but easily was stronger than her; both men were. He also went to his knees and looked down at the floor.

"My name is David, Mistress. I also would like to thank you for taking over my training from that little piss-ant." David had started with the same Dom as Roman, and like Roman he had been given to Randy. He had learned the basics, but refused to use anything he had learned with Randy. In fact, he had been disobedient any chance he had gotten. It also meant he received a lot of punishment in return. This Kara seemed different, but he would see how things played out.

"You are very welcome also David, I see you also have some basics to build on." She leaned down to his ear. "This one time I will ignore the angry outburst, but only because he truly is, as you put it, a piss-ant. However, in the future, that will not be ignored or tolerated. Do you understand David?" Kara made it very clear she was speaking to him, but made sure Roman also heard it.

"Yes Mistress, I understand." Dave responded.

Kara smiled; this was going well so far, now all that they needed to iron out were the logistics of things. As with all of her training, Kara had learned a great deal about Dom/Sub relationships and the importance of making sure every party involved understood clearly what was expected. Kara preferred written contracts. People were less likely to challenge things, when they could be shown on paper that they had agreed to them. The contracts also protected her legally should there ever be a falling out. "I prefer to do my training in my home. Generally, my subs live in my home with me; however, I am sure we can come to an alternate arrangement if that does not work for either of you. You both can stand now." Kara went back to the love seat and sat down. "This is Alyssa, she is also my sub. If you have questions about how I train my subs and I am not available to ask, you may ask her. If everything so far sounds reasonable, I suggest we all return to my home and the three of us work out the appropriate contracts." She watched as both men nodded their agreement. She finished her drink and led the group of subs out to her vehicle.