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.

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Poor Simon?

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It wasn't Noah's fault, Simon reminded himself for the fourth time. It wasnt fair to take his irritation at the whole fucked-up situation out on the one (relatively) innocent person involved.

"If that's what you want... Simon?" The strawberry blonde young man - who was he kidding, that "young man" was probably older than he was - had been looking down at the floor since Simon took the hood off. Was that normal behaviour for subs? Fuck, what was Jen thinking, I have no idea how to deal with a sub.

At least he seemed obedient (of course he was obedient, he was a sub, wasn't that the point), which would make things a little easier while he figured out how to get out of this mess.

"Thank you," Simon grumbled as he undid the straps tying up the other man's arms.

"You're welcome."

Simon could practically hear "master" hanging unspoken off the end, but it was unspoken. He couldn't complain. (Wasn't that the point, being in charge, complaining about whatever he wanted?)

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