Free Master Zum by Natalie Dae

Chapter One
     
     
     
    There were only so many days I could go without seeing Master Zumbadwey. I’d privately named him Zum, had never found out his first name, but that didn’t matter. He was my drug of choice, the one I’d found could satisfy all my needs without ever having to ask me what I wanted, needed. In short, he struck my arse, pinched my nipples and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
    I loved that.
    I was due to meet him in five minutes beside the grandfather clock in its transparent casing, the innards lit up with a lilac neon light. Said clock stood proudly in the foyer of Marshall Cottage, although why it was called a cottage was anyone’s guess. Far from that, the building was more like a hall or mansion. Grand it was, and in years past had been lived in by some lord or other. I wondered once whether that lord would be turning in his grave to know what goings on occurred in his former home now. Seedy, debase acts, some would say, but I found them all rather delicious.
    A sex den. Yes, that’s what Marshall Cottage was. A BDSM lover’s delight.
    I sat in my car at the edge of the driveway, scanning the other vehicles. Zum wasn’t there yet. He was always late, but that wasn’t a problem. I found waiting for him a superb aphrodisiac. The tension, the apprehension…oh, I fucking adored it.
    The moon and stars were out in force tonight, clearly visible seeing as there was no cloud coverage. It seemed as though nothing else existed if I stared at the sky for long enough, my vision tunneling so that all I saw was infinity, much like what happened when I entered subspace. I’d be going there tonight hopefully, Master Zum pushing me, testing my boundaries.
    I glanced at the clock on the dash. Four minutes to go.
    A car drew up on the opposite side of the drive. Mercedes. Black. Windows tinted to what I’d assume were barely kissing the legal limit. A woman got out of the driver’s side then walked toward the building. I got a good look at her owing to the harsh light that blazed from the front of the cottage, one of those efforts used at football fields, except it wasn’t so big. She stood head to toe in orange PVC, her short dress as shiny as her long, black hair. She was a sight to behold with the red-bricked cottage for a backdrop. An extremely out-of-place character from Downton Abbey , slender, appearing more so because of her killer, gold-colored heels. She exuded sexuality.
    I adjusted my corset—black with red laces, the type that didn’t extend past my waist—and waited until she’d gone inside. Once she had, I got out of my car and surveyed the area again for Zum’s car in case I’d missed it, me standing tall on seven-inch black heels that tapered into daring thinness. With the chill of the air springing goosebumps on my bare legs, naked arse and shaved pussy, I smiled at how daring I was, planning to enter the building with my lower half nude.
    I can come here naked if I want to…
    That was the beauty of this place. We were encouraged to be ourselves—no holding back, no conforming to society’s rules. That’s what appealed to me. Being free. Being me.
    I put my keys into my small red handbag and made my way inside.
    Mr M was manning the door, as usual. What the M stood for, I didn’t know, and to be honest, I didn’t care. He wasn’t who I’d come here to see. I swallowed as excitement bubbled in my belly, knowing that in three or so minutes I’d be beside the grandfather clock with its swinging silver pendulum ticking down the seconds until Zum arrived.
    “Good evening, Mr M,” I said.
    He nodded as an answer. Far be it for him to speak to a sub before her Master was on the scene. He gestured for me to go inside then turned to a visitor’s book on a wooden pedestal, scribbling my name and time of entry. I smiled and walked away, drifting, it seemed, on airy legs toward the clock. It was as though that clock were a trigger that told my brain it was now time to get into