be the boss, either. When it came to my businesses, I was the final decision maker, and I could overturn any and all choices made by my employees. But I didn’t. I trusted those in my employ to handle things. They were good at their jobs; otherwise, I would’ve sent them on their way a long time ago.
Owning a possession had nothing to do with being the boss. It wasn’t about barking orders. It was the power, the ultimate control that came with holding their very lives in the palm of my hand. I was the one they relied on for every single thing. Finding seven of them who could keep up with me, much less who understood what I needed, hadn’t been easy. Then again, I’d never set out to have a certain number. They’d come into my life at varying times, fulfilled varying needs. I kept them because that was our agreement and I always held up my end.
My thoughts drifted to Braelyn. She was different than they were. Sweet, innocent. Not something to be owned. And I was willing to hold back for her because that was what she needed. Braelyn wasn’t the sort who would welcome a dominating man into her life. Not one who wanted to control every aspect of it, anyway. I got the feeling that role was already filled by her brother.
No, what Braelyn needed was someone who knew how to pamper her, to treat her like the treasure she was. It was a new role for me, one I wasn’t sure I would succeed at, but because of this strange fascination I had with her, I was willing to try.
And yes, perhaps she needed a dominating hand when it came to sex. After all, I wasn’t imagining her reactions to me. They were real and they deserved to be explored further.
But not tonight.
Once I finished my drink, I left the empty glass on the table and ventured down the stone steps to the pool. As I approached, the large glass doors that separated the indoor pool from the outdoor pools opened, the clear panels retracting until they were hidden within the walls. There were three main pools in total, utilized day and night throughout the year thanks to the relatively consistent temperatures.
It wasn’t unusual for some of my employees to be in residence, working from here out of necessity or sometimes simply pleasure. I didn’t mind their presence, and they were welcome to hitch a ride on the company jet when it was coming or going. However, most of the time, it was the three trainers who resided in the Owners’ Retreat and the possessions they were working with who took advantage of the outdoor space.
One might think having a training facility for those who sought to be owned by another was excessive. After all, what could I possibly be teaching them that they didn’t already know? The short answer was: everything. Those who came to the island lived here with the hopes of becoming someone’s property at some point. During their stay, they were owned by the trainers who were responsible for them, treated in the same manner they would be treated in the real world. Commanded, used, punished. Taught how to please sexually, to endure, enjoy, and satisfy a myriad of sexual fetishes. Those who sought my services tended to lean toward Domination and submission, hence the need for us to get them intimately acquainted with the tools of the trade.
On top of that, trainers were responsible for overseeing the interactions the possessions had with potential Owners and ultimately working with those Owners in an attempt to ensure the match that would be made was one that would endure time. While I couldn’t claim a one-hundred-percent success rate, the failure rate was miniscule.
Rather than go into the pool house, I remained on the patio, observing while one of the trainers finished a session with a possession. The possession was being led by a leash, and I figured it was for one of three reasons: punishment, reward, or training at a potential Owner’s instruction.
Neither trainer nor possession said a word to me before they disappeared, leaving me alone as was my request. A few minutes later, Corvin joined me. He had turned off the main lights, adjusted those in the pool, and retrieved a towel for when I was finished.
Corvin passed over another glass of brandy he’d prepared for me, and I stared at him for a moment, considering what would