“Abby, how much do you know about the other submissives that are affiliated with the network?”
“Very little Sir. I’ve wondered about them, but I didn’t feel it was my place to ask.”
“The other three female subs are here in another suite, down the hall. They were also interviewed earlier today. The only one missing is Kevin, our male sub. His cousin is getting married today so, of course Kevin is spending the day with family and friends.”
Lewis continued to tell me that it has become a tradition among the girls to enjoy a private ‘subbie pajama party’ on the night of the annual interviews. It gives them a fun opportunity to have a few drinks and share stories all night long. No one else attends. No clients. No one from the network. This way us girls can totally unwind, and spend some stress-free time together.
It wasn’t mandatory to join them, but Lewis assured me the girls couldn’t wait to meet me and would be hugely disappointed if I declined. Plus, something told me he secretly hoped I’d decide to join in. I couldn’t deny that I was just as curious and excited to meet them – so while a bit nervous, I was definitely in.
My first network interview was now successfully completed.
CHAPTER 12: AMONG MY KIND
Just down the hallway…
Lewis walked with me, and it was so sweet when he reached out to hold my hand along the way. His large hand curled around mine, gently stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. I begged him to tell me a little about the other subs before we got there. I figured any insights on their personalities would help me fit in. Being the new girl, I wanted to make sure I played my cards right.
He gave me a quick but helpful summary. The girl with the most tenure is Marjorie. In her late twenties, she’s been with the network for more than six years. Marjorie would likely be the mother hen among us and is close personal friends with Christie. Christie has been at it for four years, and would surely be attached to Marjorie at the hip. While Lewis didn’t suggest it, I made a mental note to respect the closeness of the two girls and ensure not to intrude on that intimacy. The remaining sub is Xochi, who’d received most of her training in Japan. Xochi is acknowledged among the network and clients as having the highest pain tolerance – that is up until I showed up. Apparently, word is spreading that I’m giving her a run for her money in terms of my ability to withstand the lash of a whip. I didn’t know whether Lewis’ comment was intended as a compliment, but I happily took it as one.
The distance between the two suites wasn’t particularly far, and although we walked slowly, I knew any hope of asking a question had to happen now.
“Sir, this might be a silly question but will there be sex? Is it allowed or even expected?”
“Darling,” Lewis replied, “the four of you can do whatever you want; there are no rules. It’s your time now.”
All of a sudden I remembered something: “Oh my God, my car!” I’m parked in a four-hour zone. If I don’t move it, I’ll be towed by morning?”
“Not to worry,” Lewis reassured me, “give me the keys and I’ll have Victor come down to get it. He can pick you up in the morning.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
Lewis knocked on the door. We looked at each other one last time and smiled. As the door flung open there were two, not one, smiling faces to greet us.
Marjorie looked at Lewis and enthusiastically asked, “Sir?”
Her full question while not spoken aloud was evident: she was asking Lewis’ permission to greet us openly and without abandon. He nodded, and without hesitation, she threw her arms around me and gave me the absolute biggest hug. I was grinning ear to ear at the warmth and sincerity of her affection.
“I’m Marjorie. We are so glad to meet you Abby,” she declared.
It didn’t go unnoticed that she already knew my name. It made me realize the tremendous camaraderie between submissives. Often called ‘sisters’ we share a common bond – that being we relinquish control willingly. Immediately I felt at home among these new friends. Marjorie stepped back, and Christie jumped forward for her hug. Then they swept me into the suite and the door closed with Lewis on the other side of it. He had quietly disappeared. Xochi wasn’t quite as bold, but her hug was just as genuine. I felt relaxed and at ease. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic, I was among my kind.
Together we looked like something out of central casting. Marjorie had naturally red flowing hair. She was a bit taller and larger than me, but utterly gorgeous. She was wearing a snug one piece jumpsuit that hugged her big luscious boobs, a narrow waist, and a shapely behind. Christie was a brunette, only 5’ 2 but cute as a button with her skinny white jeans and tank top. She had a tight little figure and a big bright smile. Xochi looked like a stereotype Geisha. Pretty, soft features, with that wonderfully flawless Asian skin. She was slim with small pert breasts that seemed to poke through her overly taut shift dress.