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this is all lyn's fault
There were lots of reasons someone might decide to become a sub. There were lots of reasons Noah had decided to become a sub - but the most compelling, at least for him, had to be the responsibility. That is, the complete lack of responsibility. Sure, a sub might not have any rights, either, or even legal status as a citizen, but it wasn't like he ever got much use out of those.
And so, Noah found himself being wrapped up like a nice little present for his new Mistress, bondage style - not that he couldn't deal with a little bondage. Or a lot of bondage. There wasn't much he couldn't deal with in exchange for a nice, reliable, responibility-free place to sleep, to be honest. And as he was delivered by the sub shop employees, lightly bound, hooded, and with just barely enough clothing, he was fully prepared to deal with a whole host of things that subs usually would.
"Just bring him in here, would you?" The woman's voice was warm and professional, both of which were promising. "Thank you, that'll be all. Now then, just kneel here and be patient, he'll be here soon." A strong but delicate hand took his arm and steered him further into the room, then left him there.
He? Noah knelt as bidden - on the hardwood floor, which was fine -as the first twinge of unease went through him. Who was 'he'? Why hadn't she taken off the hood yet? Was-- was she walking back towards the front door?
Deciding to risk poor manners, he ignored the fact that he hadn't been directly addressed. "Mistress?"
The footsteps heading towards what he was certain was the door paused as she chuckled. "Oh, I'm not your mistress. Now be a good boy and wait there quietly."
Noah swallowed sudden nerves and allowed himself a small nod, staying silent as she walked away... and outside, the door closing audibly behind her.
This was not going the way he'd expected at all.
It felt like an eternity of kneeling uncomfortably on the floor, although Noah knew it was probably just a few minutes, before the door opened again and a different set of footsteps walked in the door. And stopped abruptly.
Noah stayed resolutely motionless.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" That was definitely a man's voice. An annoyed man's voice.
"Come on, Simon, you know me better than that." Noah recognized the woman's voice from being delivered, though from how amused she sounded, he would've thought it was a joke, too. "I told you I was getting you something special for your birthday."
Oh no.
"What makes you think I want something like that ?"
Oh no no no. This was all wrong.
"Just trust me. I picked him out especially for you."
He was supposed to be bought by someone who wanted a sub. That's how it worked.
"Well send it back!"
That's how it was supposed to work....
"Oh no, I'm sure you can at least use an extra pair of hands for house cleaning. Anyway I've got a meeting, must run--"
" Jen! You can't--"
"--I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday!" And the door closed.
It was silent just long enough for Noah to start wondering if Simon - if his Master - had left as well when he heard an exasperated sigh. Simon (he assumed it was Simon) muttered something just barely too quietly to make out before the footsteps approached.
Somehow, Noah managed to avoid tensing as his nerves reached new heights and - finally - he felt the hood being removed. As it slipped off, he risked a glance up at his new and apparently unwilling owner, squinting a little at the sudden light.
Simon, as he was apparently named, was... well he wasn't bad looking, for sure. Brown hair just long enough to look (stylishly?) messy, dark brown eyes, tanned skin, a slightly bent nose, and a face that looked no more than twenty, even with a deep frown.
After taking that in, Noah quickly lowered his eyes, keeping otherwise still. He was going to be a good sub, even if it went unappreciated.
"What's your name?"
Noah blinked in surprise - though he couldn't say if it was at the question or at the other man's remarkably successful attempt to not sound as annoyed as he still looked. "Noah, Master, but you can call me whatever you want."
"I'm not--" Simon started to snap at him, then inhaled deeply and sighed. "Fucking Jen. Noah's fine. Do you want me to take all this crap off you?" His gesture, which Noah caught from the corner if his eye, made it obvious he meant the bindings.
"Whatever my Master wishes." Maybe it had just been a rough start? This part wasn't going all that differently from what Noah had expected.
"I wish you'd stop calling me 'master'," Simon grumbled.
"Um...." Or maybe it was. "What would you like me to call you?"
"Can't you just use my name?"
"If that's what you want... Simon?" Noah kept his eyes fixed on Simon's knees. This was not going the way he'd expected at all .
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And so, Noah found himself being wrapped up like a nice little present for his new Mistress, bondage style - not that he couldn't deal with a little bondage. Or a lot of bondage. There wasn't much he couldn't deal with in exchange for a nice, reliable, responibility-free place to sleep, to be honest. And as he was delivered by the sub shop employees, lightly bound, hooded, and with just barely enough clothing, he was fully prepared to deal with a whole host of things that subs usually would.
"Just bring him in here, would you?" The woman's voice was warm and professional, both of which were promising. "Thank you, that'll be all. Now then, just kneel here and be patient, he'll be here soon." A strong but delicate hand took his arm and steered him further into the room, then left him there.
He? Noah knelt as bidden - on the hardwood floor, which was fine -as the first twinge of unease went through him. Who was 'he'? Why hadn't she taken off the hood yet? Was-- was she walking back towards the front door?
Deciding to risk poor manners, he ignored the fact that he hadn't been directly addressed. "Mistress?"
The footsteps heading towards what he was certain was the door paused as she chuckled. "Oh, I'm not your mistress. Now be a good boy and wait there quietly."
Noah swallowed sudden nerves and allowed himself a small nod, staying silent as she walked away... and outside, the door closing audibly behind her.
This was not going the way he'd expected at all.
It felt like an eternity of kneeling uncomfortably on the floor, although Noah knew it was probably just a few minutes, before the door opened again and a different set of footsteps walked in the door. And stopped abruptly.
Noah stayed resolutely motionless.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" That was definitely a man's voice. An annoyed man's voice.
"Come on, Simon, you know me better than that." Noah recognized the woman's voice from being delivered, though from how amused she sounded, he would've thought it was a joke, too. "I told you I was getting you something special for your birthday."
Oh no.
"What makes you think I want something like that ?"
Oh no no no. This was all wrong.
"Just trust me. I picked him out especially for you."
He was supposed to be bought by someone who wanted a sub. That's how it worked.
"Well send it back!"
That's how it was supposed to work....
"Oh no, I'm sure you can at least use an extra pair of hands for house cleaning. Anyway I've got a meeting, must run--"
" Jen! You can't--"
"--I'll call you tomorrow. Happy birthday!" And the door closed.
It was silent just long enough for Noah to start wondering if Simon - if his Master - had left as well when he heard an exasperated sigh. Simon (he assumed it was Simon) muttered something just barely too quietly to make out before the footsteps approached.
Somehow, Noah managed to avoid tensing as his nerves reached new heights and - finally - he felt the hood being removed. As it slipped off, he risked a glance up at his new and apparently unwilling owner, squinting a little at the sudden light.
Simon, as he was apparently named, was... well he wasn't bad looking, for sure. Brown hair just long enough to look (stylishly?) messy, dark brown eyes, tanned skin, a slightly bent nose, and a face that looked no more than twenty, even with a deep frown.
After taking that in, Noah quickly lowered his eyes, keeping otherwise still. He was going to be a good sub, even if it went unappreciated.
"What's your name?"
Noah blinked in surprise - though he couldn't say if it was at the question or at the other man's remarkably successful attempt to not sound as annoyed as he still looked. "Noah, Master, but you can call me whatever you want."
"I'm not--" Simon started to snap at him, then inhaled deeply and sighed. "Fucking Jen. Noah's fine. Do you want me to take all this crap off you?" His gesture, which Noah caught from the corner if his eye, made it obvious he meant the bindings.
"Whatever my Master wishes." Maybe it had just been a rough start? This part wasn't going all that differently from what Noah had expected.
"I wish you'd stop calling me 'master'," Simon grumbled.
"Um...." Or maybe it was. "What would you like me to call you?"
"Can't you just use my name?"
"If that's what you want... Simon?" Noah kept his eyes fixed on Simon's knees. This was not going the way he'd expected at all .
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