This is a pretty big chapter. I didn't know how to break it up. I want to say, I am not an expert on BDSM. Though I have been to fetish clubs and participated in mild play. This is my own rendition. So you Doms and Domme's out there Dont whip me. LOL.
JPOV
We make our way to the car. While we are driving to Seattle, I pull out my phone and call Emmett.
"How ya hanging bro," Emmett says as he answers the phone.
"To my knees as usual, fucker." I give him a dose of his own medicine. I love the big lug. But Emmett can be a bit childish and annoying at times.
"Are ya headed to the club. When are you finally gonna invite me? I would love to get my Dom side on." Dom my ass, he is a sub if ever there was one.
"Em, please. You may like your nuts in a cockhold. But I'm not fond of it. And if I take you with me to the club, Rosabitch will have both our nuts secured." I told him. "Settle down fucker, I need you guys to start a project for me. I will help with it this weekend. I need the cottage fixed up. I need two additional rooms added. One large enough to hold a bed and um…other equipment. The other is going to be a gym." I told him.
"A gym, Bro what the fuck, it's not like you're gonna add muscle to that tight body of yours. Wait, are you finally taking a sub? Is the other room gonna be a playroom? Please bro, please, please tell me you are building a playroom. Can me and Rosie borrow it sometime?" If you let us borrow it I will go in half for the equipment. Please say yes."
"Em." I try to interrupt his rants. "Em." He's still going on and on. "EMMETT MCCARTY CULLEN, WILL YOU HOLD YOUR FUCKIN' HORSES. GODDAMNIT EM!" Jesus H. Christ shit on a cracker. He is like a damn kid in a candy store.
"Can you start the project without all the fuckin' questions or not. I promise you all will be explained tomorrow."
"Yeah, you know I got you bro." He settles down and answers.
"Don't tell the women, anything until you see me tomorrow." I told him.
"You got it. Anything else?"
"No, Emmett and thanks, bro.
"Anytime, see ya tomorrow." He says, and I end the call.
After I end the call I look over at Carlisle. He is deep in thought and looks drained. I don't think he has fully grasped the idea, that he will now have a full-time sub that is also his mate. This is really gonna be a new experience for him. I've let him use me, though use is an over-exaggerated concept. Because it not only helps him feed his dominate sadistic nature without the family knowing, it helps me stay centered and grounded.
"Carlisle, are you gonna be okay with the family knowing?" I ask him.
"I really don't have a choice at this point. She is my mate. I not only have to heal her, train her and keep her safe. I can't be apart from her. Right now, I don't even know how focused I'm going to be tonight. I really want to turn this car around and be with her. The pull in my chest." He told me
"Carlisle, you know we don't have to do this. If you want to go back to her, I'll understand." I say to him. He pulls the car over into a wooded area.
"No Jasper. I need to do this tonight for so many different reasons. This will be our last time as a D/s duo. We have been partners in this when we needed each other the most. While I started this to help you, you don't know how much you help me as well. Plus, I'm seeing red right now from some of the stuff I feel has been happening with Bella, with her mother's boyfriend. So, you need to make sure you are ready to give me your safe word, if I get out of hand."
"You know, I have always trusted you, Carlisle from day one. You would never put me in danger, and I don't think you are going to start now. But now that you've mentioned it, what am I gonna do. I need to figure out if I'm ready to take on a sub. Or if I want to be switch to Garrett or Alistair. I mean there's no way I can be sub to a human. And there are no vampire Domme's in the area."
"Maybe there will be a human in the club tonight that will catch your eye to be your sub." He joked with me. He knew that I would never agree to that. I really wished Alice would at least give it a try. I could understand her reluctance, given the only human experience she remembers vividly, is the electro-shock treatment she received in the mental hospital before she was turned. So, being a sub would be a definite no. Her bubbly personality, and somewhat flighty nature also wouldn't fly as a Domme.
We were out of the car and into the woods for a quick hunt. We quickly came across a herd of deer, each taking down two. We buried the carcasses, and made it back to the car to my penthouse apartment in Seattle.
I purchased the apartment when Carlisle and I first engaged in BDSM activity. After that first encounter in Carlisle's study I was hooked. I wanted to learn all about the art and lifestyle. Many people bark at the thought of torture being art. But, if done right, can be very artistic. I host many play parties for the community at my penthouse, and have an extremely large collection of BDSM furniture, equipment and paraphernalia, both human and vampire strength. There are separate playrooms for each. I've had several play partners both male, female, human and vampire. I've just never had a permanent D/s relationship. Carlisle being the closest, and longest term.
We needed a place for me to continue to study and engage in the lifestyle apart from the family. Carlisle and I would take many "business trips" when we lived in other parts of the country. To come here. However, after a while, we tended to always rotate moving within this area. We started buying homes for the family, as far south as Portland. There was already a home in Vancouver, BC and Victoria. There was also the home in Denali, AK and we purchased an additional home in Edmonton AB. Just to stay in the area of my penthouse in Seattle. Just in the state of Washington there was a home in Spokane, Walla Walla, Puyallup, Kennewick and Yakima. With many of our east coast homes sold or abandoned.
I guess saying the lifestyle was an obsession to me would be an understatement, which in itself would question why had I never taken a permanent or long-term arrangement? Not that I didn't get propositioned every appearance we made in the club. Carlisle and I was infamous in the West Coast BDSM community, for our elaborate costumes, flashy cars and wild play parties. All of our costumes were kept at the penthouse as well as the cars kept in the underground garage.
We drive in the underground garage, go up the private elevator shower and change. Tonight, I was wearing a leather chest harness, a male chastity G-string, leather chaps and black cowboy boots, adorned with gold chain and a gold toe tip.
When I came out to the sitting area, Carlisle was wearing classic leather pants with a mesh t-shirt under a leather jacket, black motorcycle boots and black leather wrist bands, one of which adorned the Cullen Crest. He didn't even notice I had entered the room. He was holding a black leather collar, that also adorned the Cullen Crest. He was absentmindedly running his thumb over the crest, while seemingly deep in thought. The emotion I was getting from him was mixture of pride, sadness but an overwhelming amount of love.
"What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked him. He looked at me with a smile.
"I know it's rude to answer a question with a question, but first I want to know if you would like to be collared tonight." He asked me.
"Yes, I think I would like that." I told him.
"In that case, Slave come kneel before your Master…" And a burst of sadness. "for the last time." Now I understand. We had worked out earlier on in this arrangement, that since I was as switch slave, I never fully kneeled, I would only come down on one knee.
"Do you accept this collar, as slave, to only serve to please your Master?" He asked.
"I wear it gratefully to only serve and please you Master." I told him
"I want you to know Jasper, it has been a pleasure being your Master, and I am so very proud of you, how far you've come." He said as he secured the collar to my neck. After he secured the collar I took his hand and kissed it.
"It has been an honor to serve you Master." I told him. "Permission to speak freely, Master."
"Permission granted, Slave."
"I think it would be a grand gesture, if you were to uncollar me, in essence setting me free in an open show tonight."
"I think you are right, it's been a while since the Cullen duo has done an open show. Excellent idea." He told me.
"May I ask you something Master?" I asked.
"Of course," he replied.
"Well you have answered two of the questions I had. When I came in I picked up sadness and pride. You told me how proud you are of me. And I now know that you are sad that this will be the last time you will collar me. Is the overwhelming love I'm picking up for Bella?"
"It is Jasper, but can you tell me how that is possible? I've only met the girl and in one day I feel this overwhelming amount of love and protection for her. I want to go to Phoenix and find that mother, and boyfriend and snap their necks for what they did to her. While I don't know if the mother knows, or if she was just too oblivious to what was going on around her. It's no excuse."
"When a vampire find's its mate, that love, and protectiveness is full on from the start. When the mate is a human, the human emotions may not pick up on it as easily, however, I can tell you that Bella loves you just as much. Now mind you, it may be just her openness to be loved, which I don't think she's had much of, that pulled her in."
What do you mean Jasper? Are you saying that Bella loves me, too? When I told her I loved her, she looked at me like I'd grown two heads." He told me. I laughed at that.
"It's probably because she's never felt it before with that much sincerity." I told him. I immediately went back to my submissive head space. I got up from my bended knee position, I went over to the cabinet and pulled out the chain lead, that connected my collar to his armband. I came back to the bended knee position in front of him and offered him the lead with my head bent and hands raised above my head.
"Very good, slave. I will leave it off until we reach the club." he said as he took it from my hand.
"If it pleases you Master." I said, and we headed down the private elevator to the underground garage. We were taking the Vanquish tonight. I opened the driver side door for Master, and buckled his seatbelt before going to the passenger side and getting in the car. The club was only a 10 min drive from the apartment.
Master pulled up to the valet, both doors were opened for us and we exited the car. Master attached the lead to my collar and attached it to his wrist band. The Bratty Bottom, was the most popular BDSM club in the North Pacific area. Patrons came from all over. It was rather crowded for a Thursday night.
We made our way in through the VIP entrance, me following behind Master at three paces with my head held down.
As usual when we entered together, everyone was a buzz. It had been a rarity, lately for us to attend together, they were used to seeing one or the other. So, when we entered together, with me being collared, there were whispers and bows from both Doms and subs.
Master spoke with the owner and told him he'd like a private room for an hour and to open it for public view for an additional 30min. The owner told him it would be about 20min before a private room was available, and escorted us to the VIP viewing area until our room was ready.
The viewing room that was selected had a throne that Master Carlisle sat in, I sat on the floor at his feet with my head resting on his leg. There were several bondage and torture demonstrations going on. The music was mostly heavy metal, with some rock thrown in.
Suddenly standing in front of me was the sexiest pair of Russet colored legs I'd ever seen. She was wearing stiletto ankle boots with a leather mini skirt.
I touched Masters leg asking permission to adjust my position. He gestured to the server and asked for a stool for me to sit on. The server brought one over immediately. I stood up and saw a native American goddess. But then I heard her companion.
"Do you smell that? There's a bloodsucker here." I looked over and saw her companion was none other than Jacob Black. He was the beta wolf of the Quileute tribe. Natural enemy of the vampire. By birthright he was the Alpha, but chose to step down.
Just as I noticed him, they both turned around and saw us. When the female and my eyes met, she looked stunned, in awe actually, like she was stuck in that one spot. But I couldn't avert my eyes from her no matter how hard I tried. Thank God Master was otherwise engaged with one of the other Doms to notice.
"Aw fucking hell Leah, you have got to be shitting me!" Jacob black exclaimed. "You beg me to bring you out to get you away from all the other imprints and you go and imprint. ON A FUCKING LEECH!"
"WHAT!" I exclaimed
Master immediately pulled my lead to quiet me. But then he follows my gaze.
Leah, as I now know her name, walks over to Master. "May I examine your pet? Master…?"
Jacob then walks over. "Master Carlisle, may I introduce you to Mistress Leah Clearwater. She is the only She-wolf of the pack." Jacob said and bowed to Mistress Leah, before walking off. Master took the Mistress hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
"Slave, would you like to engage the Mistress?" He asked me
"If it would not offend you Master." I replied.
"You may but do not stray far, our room should be available soon. Mistress, you may want to stick around, after our private session, will open the room for public viewing, and what you see may very well surprise and please you." Master then removed the lead from his wrist and handed to the Mistress.
"We can stay right here, sub, its fine. You may sit on your stool." She told me
"Before I sit, may I kiss your hand Mistress?" I asked her.
"You may, sub." She then offered me her hand. I was surprised, she, being one of the wolves, I didn't get the hot garbage, mixed with wet dog smell from her. She smelled woodsy and fresh, like a meadow.
"Strange, you don't seem to have a sub demeanor." She stated.
"That's because I switch." I told her. She gave me a smirk. She then walked around and noticed my scars.
"Are these bite marks?" She asked me, as her delicate fingers traced over my scars. I reached for her emotional signature, and I didn't find disgust, as most are when they see my scars. But intrigue and a bit of compassion.
"I will have to tell you about them, if we ever again have the pleasure." I told her. Suddenly I heard Master cell phone ring. I turned to him as he answered. He showed me the caller ID, it was Alice.
"What's happening, why did you guys just go black?" she asked. Alice knew better then to check for visions when we were at the club. She never likes what she sees
"Two of the wolves are here. There's not a problem, Alice. How is Isabella?" He asked.
"She's fine. Sleeping now. But she has nightmares and talks in her sleep. You seem to be the main topic of conversation in her dreams." We both couldn't help but chuckle at that. But I then turned my attention back to the Mistress.
"May I ask Mistress, why have I never seen you here before?"
"I'm on college break. I go to school at UCLA. But I'm transferring to U-dub for the fall. Now that I've gone all She-wolf. I need to be close to the pack. Now I know why." She said the last part under her breath, and if not for vampire hearing I would have missed it. I furrowed my brow at her, but she gave me a subtle shake of the head and mouthed 'later' to me.
"Mistress Leah, I'm glad you are being entertained by my slave, but I am afraid I must take him from you now. Our session is ready. Again, I urge you to stay and see the public viewing." Master said to her.
"Very well, thank you Master Carlisle." Mistress said as she handed him back the lead and he attached it to his wristband, before leading me to our room.
The club often catered to both human and vampire. And both human and animal blood was available. There were also both human and vampire tools. Most of the Vampire proof tools were custom made by Caius Volturi, the Master of Vampire BDSM. Here in the Olympic Peninsula, it was pretty common knowledge that vampires existed. As a matter of fact, these days it was pretty much considered another fetish.
All the servers knew, our rooms were to be stocked with both vampire and human tools, and animal blood. We used vampire proof tools in private, and human tools for open viewing. No need to be leaking venom in front of the humans. And the animal blood was to aid in the heal of any wounds that may come from the torture.
Our session rarely took on a sexual nature these days. Now that Master had a mate, I doubt he would even require me to suck him tonight.
"Slave come to the whipping bench. There will be no gratification tonight." Master Carlisle said as he unbuckled my chest harness and unlocked the chastity padlock on the G-string so that I was able to hang free. Even though we would not gratify each other tonight, Master would never forbid me release if I was not being punished.
Master took out a paddle made from a wood called Quebracho. Which the literal translations meant ax breaker. It was the hardest wood known to man. Nearly indestructible. They have to be cut using titanium saws. Oh yeah, he's pissed. I will no doubt have cracks in my ass when he's done. He also took out a bull whip, that had a steel tip on the end. While steel does not break vampire flesh, it hurts like a bitch. He also took out two 21 tailed floggers that also had steel teeth on the ends. On the opposite table which he would use for public viewing, he took out a riding crop, a regular bull whip and two nine tailed floggers. He also took out a tall thermos marked Mountain lion. He then took a deep breath and picked up the paddle and walked to the rear of the whipping bench.
"I'm going to start with the paddle, then take you over to the St. Andrews cross with the floggers. I finish with by suspending you for the whip. Once I open the curtains, you will still be suspended, and we will start there with the human bull whip and riding crop, and then finish at the St. Andrews cross with the human floggers. After I release you from the cross. You will fully kneel and kiss my feet, then I will uncollar you." He told me.
"Yes Master." I replied.
He started very aggressively paddling my ass with the paddle. With each swat my dick became hard. By the time he finished I'd released twice. As I figured there were several cracks in my ass and Master gave me blood to speed the healing. We then moved to the cross, where he worked on my back with the flogger. The torture I was granted was exquisite. It's amazing how the brain works, with pain bringing you pleasure at the same time. The way Master twirled the floggers with each lash, rarely bringing them back to strike himself. Though I could not see him now, with my back to him, I've seen him work them before, and as I hear the whoosh of air before the strikes.
Once done on the cross. He attached my wrist to the suspension cable, and cranked the line, to where I was suspended with my feet just above the floor. This is where I get to see him work. As he whirls the bull whip above his head before it whips around my body several times. With a flick of the wrist, he pulls it free and I spin. He then cracks the whip and the processes starts again.
Once he was done. He lowered me and gave me a chair to sit on to rest. It was then I noticed his eyes were black. I didn't feel lust or bloodlust coming from him. Which meant he was in a dark head space. I knew the torture he was administering was extremely painful. But something was seriously bothering him.
"Master, are you ok." I asked him.
"No, I'm not Jasper, it's Isabella, I have to go to her. We need to cancel the remainder of this session. I will publicly uncollar you, but we need to leave." He said as he began to undo my restraints.
After my restraints were undone Carlisle rushed out of the room. I started to tidy up the room, but he told me to leave it, he'd just paid for clean up along with the session. He opened the curtains opened the double doors to the room.
"Ladies and Gentleman, unfortunately our public viewing has been cancelled due to an emergency. But we would like to announce that I am releasing my slave." I then kneeled before him and he removed my collar. "Now if you will excuse us." Carlisle announced to the club. After which we made a dash for the exit. As we were exiting Leah caught up with us.
"Will I see you again?" She asked me with a worried look on her face. I touched her cheek and gave her a warm smile.
"Of course, you will. I, after all, am your imprint, right? Jacob knows how to find me. I'm sorry but, I need to leave. Please call me soon." I told her while Carlisle called for the car.
We quickly sped away to the apartment to change before heading back to Forks. I called Alice on the way.
"Is there something wrong, Alice?
"It's Edward, he's making a scene and Isabella is scared to death." She told me.
"We've left the club, we'll run from Seattle, we'll get there quicker. Call Emmett to meet you there. Carlisle and I will be there in about 30 minutes.
"I'll rip off his fucking head and mail him separately to Denali." Carlisle growled as we pulled into the garage. We rushed up and changed into sweats, before running to Forks.
Please review. Tell me if you like. There was a review about Carlisle should be there with Bella, instead of running off to be with Jasper. Sadism has absolutely nothing to do with love. Carlisle does love Bella, but in order to be all she needs him to be, he needed to get this aggression out. It's also why Alice told him to spend more time at the club. This part to their relationship will come later, after she healed and fully trusts him to take care of her.