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Bella lay like a starfish as the heaving body above her grunted with each thrust. Yet another failed attempt to find some pleasure in her empty world, "Dam you Mel!" She yelled in her own mind as the man finally groaned and rolled off her. She turned her head to look at him. She had thought this time would be different; she had carefully chosen to flirt with an older man this time reasoning that if nothing else he would be experienced as a lover and able to get her at least half way to the climatic heights she lived in for such a short time. All she felt now was revulsion at the cum that trickled down her thigh, and she once again wondered what the hell she was doing. She got up and dressed quickly.

"Hey baby, where you are going? That was just a warm-up," the dud fuck said, and she turned to face him with an innocent smile.

"I don't think I could handle having my world rocked in quite the same way a second time. Sorry, I have to go," she purred and grabbed her bag leaving the room before he could say any more.

She picked up her phone and texted, "What a mistake that was, picking up coffee at the Night owl." Twenty minutes later Bella sat at a small table near the counter when an immaculately dressed Dorothea walked in and smiled taking the seat opposite her.

"How do you always manage to look so amazing?" Bella smiled in return. "It's three in the morning for goodness sakes and look at you." She gestured up and down.

Dorothea laughed self-deprecatingly, "So it didn't go well then?"

"No," Bella groaned putting her head in her hands. "Mel has ruined me for anyone else."

"Now baby, you know that's not true. You're not looking in the right places, and you know that. You have been hiding from your friends for almost six months now in one way, or another. It's time to go back, don't you think?" Dorothea reached across the table and held her hand. "The vanilla world is not for the likes of you and me.."

"I just can't face them all without Mel. All their pity and kindness, blah" she pulled a face.

"Of course you can! You are stronger than anyone ever gives you credit for including yourself. No weak little pipsqueak could have so enraptured Mel... and others by the sounds of it. Let's talk realistically about what it is you're looking for in these one night stands you invariably regret."

Dorothea had been her companion and the unofficial babysitter for the last month when she took Rob's offer of the use of his beach shack. The shack as he called it was more in the style of a high class beach house, and Dorothea had for the most part stayed a silent companion only hinting now and then about her displeasure with Bella's behaviour. Bella was a little surprised that Dorothea had taken this moment to talk of her return not only to the city, but the lifestyle Mel had shared with her.

"Oh, don't look at me like that young lady," Dorothea clicked. "You know as well as I do that you are never going to find what you need hiding out here. It's time to admit some truths at least to yourself if not to me. Mel may have given it a name, but you were submissive and enjoyed the ideas of domination before you became his, didn't you?"

Bella nodded remembering her doomed attempts to spice up sex with her boyfriend, Jim, before Mel claimed her for his own. She remembered Jim's demanding ways and arrogance and how she catered to his whims. It was a dreadful relationship, but she didn't know any better back then, she did now. That was what Dorothea was trying to tell her, men like Jim and one night stands, were never going to give her what she needed. She craved the control and harsh use of a dominant like Mel. Her eyes misted, and she looked up at Dorothea again, "Damn him, Dorothea! What am I supposed to do now?"

"Well you are a very wealthy young woman now and with some shrewd investments you could buy a few cats and hide out forever if you want. I am hoping though that you will realise life is for the living and re-join the world Mel made you a part of. A world might I add that misses you dearly and waits to welcome you home," Dorothea said in a soft, sympathetic voice. "Mel was your world, as he should have been, but now he should be just the first of one hundred different flavours of kink that you will try. Trust me, trying some other flavours won't make the love you felt for him any less, it will just become more of a memory as it should be."

"Life is for living, huh?" Bella gave a sad half laugh.

"You don't see me hiding away after the loss of my husband and Master of forty years, do you?" Dorothea pressed her point.

"Do you still..." Bella whispered in an awed voice.

"Of course, dear one, I am old not dead!" She laughed whole-heartedly.

They continued talking until the sun crested the watery horizon of the east coast before making their way home and their beds. The late sleep-in Bella had planned was disturbed by a thudding and then the squeak of her own door as Dorothea roused her fully to explain that they had visitors and rather than explain the late night she had said Bella was reading.

"Get up and dress quickly, we have guests" Dorothea smiled.

Realising it was probably Rob, Stephen or Jake for the weekly check-up, Bella got up and dressed in a short clinging cotton dress and washed her face before fixing her hair in a messy semblance of a ponytail. She hurried out slowing to a walk just before the living room. Before she could take in who the guests were, she was bowled over in a hug that had her lying on her back on the floor with a laughing Dusty nuzzling her neck.

"Dusty!" Bella squealed in delighted shock, "How? When? Wow!"

"Whoa, Dusty, don't hurt the girl with your greeting," Jack suddenly stood above them helping them to their feet. "She has been pining for you since you went away again. It was all I could do to stop her biting Rob and Stephen until they agreed to let us surprise you this weekend."

Bella looked past Jack as he spoke seeing Stephen hovering in the background watching the exuberant greeting.

"How wonderful to see you, Master Jack and Sir Stephen, thank you so much for bringing Dusty down to see me I have missed her greatly," Bella said somewhat formally falling back into the pattern of address Mel had instilled in her when greeting other dominants.

"No need to stand on ceremony here, little filly," Jack picked Bella up in a huge bear hug making her squeak in pleasure.

"Well Dorothea tells me it's time to return to the land of the living so I really should brush up my skills a little," Bella grinned and gave Dorothea a lop-sided smile.

"That's great news," Dusty said softly in her deep throaty voice.

"Indeed it is," Stephen smiled and took her from Jack's embrace hugging her and gently placing her on her feet, "You look tired Bella, still having trouble sleeping?" There was concern in his voice.

"No, I just stayed up way too late last night. I don't know how Dorothea always looks so fresh and beautiful after a late night," Bella artfully took the spotlight off herself and shone it on the older woman, feeling like she should have taken more time to dress and prepare for greeting these guests.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Dorothea grinned as the men murmured their assent. "Go on out to the deck, and I will bring some drinks," she continued and bustled off to the kitchen.

"I will help," Stephen offered and wouldn't be deterred as Dorothea attempted to shoo him away. Once they were in the kitchen, she asked, "How did you get her to consider returning home?"

"Patience dear boy, she had some things to work out first, but I think she is ready to re-enter the world from which she fled." She poured coffee and gathered juice from the refrigerator.

"It's good news; she has been missed," Stephen said picking up the tray Dorothea had assembled.

"So it seems. You and Mel were close weren't you?" Dorothea asked conversationally her curiosity sensing there was something more that Stephen was not saying.

"He was my mentor, and one of my closest friends," Stephen nodded. "I just want to know she is being looked after properly."

"For such an arrogant bastard Mel certainly inspired loyalty amongst his friends," Dorothea chuckled and Stephen broke into a smile.

"You're still a brat at heart, aren't you? You are right though he could be an arrogant bastard at times; it was part of his charm." He smirked, "If you were fishing for a rebuke look elsewhere, I won't not be the one to give you the spanking you deserve though," Stephen chided her.

"Oh p*o," she put on a mock pout, "Can't blame an old girl for trying." Stephen laughed and walked back out to the deck with her.

Stephen could hear Bella talking as they got close, "... I am not sure. I mean it is a wonderful gesture, but I just don't know and I guess as Rob is my guardian I would have to ask him. Oh gosh, that makes me sound like a c***d or a kept woman," Bella laughed at her own words.

Dusty nickered, her amusement evident as Stephen and Dorothea took a seat with the small party. Stephen raised an eyebrow, "What are you not so sure about?"

"Before... well you know," Bella's voice faltered slightly before brightening artificially, "Mel had organised a training schedule for me with some of his friends. He wanted me to experience some of the different facets of his lifestyle. He told me they each had qualities inherent to their training that I could benefit from." Stephen and Dorothea both looked at her nodding their agreement with her statement.

"Master Jack just offered to keep the agreement he made with Mel and invited me out to the ranch for some intensive training with Dusty," Bella explained further.

"Is that something you feel ready for?" Again concern touched Stephen voice making Dorothea look at him and study him once more.

"I don't know. Like I said, I am not sure, and I feel like I would need to talk to Master Rob about it, or Kurt..." she bit her lip in thought, "I mean Master Kurt, I am not quite used to that yet; Mel shared my guardianship between them." Bella explained unnecessarily.

"As I understand it, one is for business, the other for pleasure," Dorothea laughed. "Both very handsome Masters a lot of girls would kill to be in your shoes." She teased Bella and grinned.

"Why don't you two girls go for a walk on the beach and catch up? That was the whole point of coming down here. That and saving Stephen from any more bite marks," Jack rumbled a laugh. Without being asked twice, Dusty grabbed Bella's hand and started down the deck stairs and lead the way out onto the beach.

"No one blames you for needing some time. The way it all happened, it was just awful," Dusty didn't want to dredge up the memory and stopped from saying more about it by putting an arm around Bella's shoulder. "Everyone misses you but we understand, you know."

Bella nodded gratefully, eager to change the topic she asked, "So any juicy gossip around?"

"You're it I am afraid. You ran off with a Middle Eastern prince last I heard," Dusty said with a perfectly straight face and Bella burst out laughing.

"Seriously though, consider the training Master offered. We would love to have you stay with us. And if you find our thing is not your thing then I am sure the other Masters would honour the deal they made with Mel if you were interested," Dusty encouraged her. "You can always stop if you need to but it would be a good way to meet other people in the lifestyle without actually putting yourself out into the meat market so to speak. You would have Rob and Kurt's protection so in effect you would be beholden to only the Master trainer you went to for the agreed period of time and you could word the agreement to make sure there was an opt out clause."

"You think Mel's friends would do that for me? They barely knew me," Bella was actually considering the idea if, as Dusty said ,she could opt out at any time she did not feel safe or happy with the situation. Best of all it would give her a chance to experience some of the mind-numbing pleasure she had with Mel maybe. Well more of a chance than she had out here in the vanilla world.

"I think you would be surprised how much desirability being the only girl to wear Mel's collar gives you," Dusty smiled, "not to mention you're a hot piece of slave flesh. If you were to put yourself on the auction block, the bidding would be fast and furious."

"Stop teasing," Bella laughed.

"Okay, I will prove it," Dusty put on a superior tone, "When you're ready get Master to call a club stakeholders meeting which you are entitled to go to and you'll see how fast they agree."

"Don't you think I should run it past Rob and Kurt first?" Bella was aghast at the idea of addressing the stakeholders by herself.

"Rob may try to talk you out of it. He has become like a wall between you and your friends in the lifestyle. You have no idea the amount of times I had to bite both him and Stephen to find out where you were hiding," she blushed despite her grin. "If you decide you want to do it, Master will speak for you, though I expect Stephen will tell Rob anyway. He came to baby sit us and make sure we didn't upset you in any way."

Bella mulled it over as they walked along the beach in silence. Dusty was usually a silent woman, Bella thought that this was the most she had ever heard the other girl say. Grinning Bella stopped and looked up at Dusty, "Did you use up your daily quota of words trying to convince me."

"Pretty much, promise to think about it, you will love the ranch and I want to see you more often," Dusty hugged her and they turned back towards the house. "Master has been whistling for us to return for a few minutes now, we better head back." Bella heard nothing but Dusty's hearing was legendary. They walked back in comfortable silence.

Bella knew she needed to talk to Rob and Kurt about the idea of resuming the training schedule Mel had put in place for her, or at least changing it slightly. She held a position in the company, and she had abandoned it in her grief. She needed to know she would be able to return to the company if she had even more time away from her job to train with the various Masters and their girls who agreed to honour the deal they made with Mel.

The idea had taken hold of her thoughts though, and she admitted to herself it seemed far better and safer than what she was currently doing, hiding out here at this small beach front town in an isolated house, picking up one night stands in an effort to feel something other than the vast emptiness that threatened to engulf her whenever she thought about that horrible day in Italy.

Dorothea's words from the night before echoed around her brain, "You're not looking in the right places... You have been hiding... it's time to go back... the vanilla world is not for the likes of you and me.."

By the time they reached the house, Bella had made up her mind and after six months of inaction she felt energised with a new sense of purpose. Training and becoming the slave Mel wanted may be the thing that could save her from the grief and nightmares she still suffered. Dorothea was right; it was time to re-enter the real world and make the choice to continue to live the life she was just starting to explore with the man she had loved. He had wanted this for her before she lost him, he would want it for her still; she reasoned against the sense of guilt she felt at beginning to move on. "Mel would want this," she told herself firmly.

When they arrived back on the deck Dorothea had lunch ready, and the men were already eating having waited for them for some time. Putting a small plate of food in front of Bella before she once again said that she wasn't hungry Dorothea took a plate for herself and sat down.

Bella ate quietly and without thought her mind still arguing with herself having made the decision, shedding the guilt that came from her grief was a difficult process, and she wondered how Rob and Kurt would react when she told them. Without realising, she sat and chewed on her lip for some time, and Stephen asked her a question twice before touching her arm pulling her from the thoughts that kept her occupied.

"Still not eating I see," he said, "No wonder you have trouble paying attention to questions at the table."

"I am so sorry, Sir Stephen," Bella murmured and pushed a mouthful of food past her lips.

"As you should be," he smiled, "You and Dusty were gone a while, all caught up?"

"Oh yes, apparently Dorothea is a Middle Eastern prince and I never knew it!" she said seriously, and Dusty nickered with amusement.

Dorothea spluttered and looked up, "I'm a what?"

"According to the latest gossip I have run away with a Middle Eastern prince. It's sort of a shame to go back and prove that rumour false. It sounds so exciting," Bella finally grinned.

"So you are coming back to the city?" Stephen asked, "Or are you going back to your parents?"

"I would like very much to talk to Master Rob and Master Kurt about the idea Master Jack had... continuing the training Mel wanted for me," she said tentatively. Even though she had made the decision she was still not entirely sure of exactly how she wanted to approach it. "I should probably go home first and see my family; I know they have been worried," she chewed her lip thoughtfully.

"Seems like your visit came at just the right time," Dorothy spoke to Jack. "We were just saying this morning that it was time to re-join the land of the living. Weren't we, Bella."

"We were, it's true," Bella smiled.

"Let's seize the moment then, Dusty will help you pack after lunch and Stephen can drive you to your parents' house and you can spend the night with them so they can see your better than ever, albeit too skinny," Bella opened her mouth and made noise a few times but Dorothea overrode her attempts to interrupt with the efficient organisation of her life, "You can do that can't you Stephen you brought your own car didn't you?"

Stephen sat back in his chair eyeing the woman that held the respect of submissive and dominant alike before nodding silently. His mind working over the logistics of the trainee managers holding the fort at the club and decided to call Jake and make sure he would be there.

"Bella give your mother a call I am sure she will be delighted, Dusty and I will clean up the kitchen and get your packing started. You men," she turned to consider them, "I believe there is some sort of game of football on that complicated TV in there, or go for a swim, just don't get underfoot."

Swept up in the whirlwind that was Dorothea on a mission, Bella found herself packed and ready to leave within the space of two hours. She stood out next to the cars farewelling Jack and Dusty, "I am sorry we didn't get to spend any real time together, today."

"We just came to make sure you were safe and happy," Dusty said softly hugging her.

"I came to stop her biting anyone else, she is getting a truly bad reputation," Jack rumbled and smacked Dusty's ass. "I am hoping this little visit will settle her down until you come see us on the ranch." He picked her up in one of his bear hugs and squeezed her until she squeaked loudly. "I love that sound you make when I squeeze you just enough." He put her down and Dusty nuzzled her cheek in farewell.
Jack honked the horn and waited until Dorothea and Stephen appeared before leaving for the return trip to their ranch.

"I'm going to stay a few more days; I love it here and I need to recharge my old batteries with some quiet contemplation," she hugged Bella, "You will be in good hands with Stephen. Let your mother feed you for a day or two before you go to the city, everything you're thinking about will wait for you."

Stephen opened the car door for Bella and Dorothea let her go, "Take care of her Stephen she is precious."

"I know," he smiled and got into the driver's side. "Buckle up, Bella." He waited until she had buckled in before starting the engine and driving away leaving Dorothea to enjoy her solitude. "You looked tired, try and get some sleep before we get to your parents. I don't want you to get in trouble for not looking after yourself. Dorothea is right you are too skinny at the moment."

"Thank you," she said softly, "I am sorry Dorothea bullied you into driving me home I am sure you have better things to do than chauffeur me around."

"It actually nice to have your company," Stephen smiled.

"Let's see if you feel that way after I start snoring," Bella reclined her seat slightly.

"Rest, little one," Stephen chuckled, "I'll turn the stereo up to muffle your snoring if it gets to loud."

*****

Rosie fussed around the car before it had even come to a complete stop. Bella was grateful that Stephen had woken her up twenty minutes before arriving and thanks to the preparedness of Dorothea she had all she needed to look and feel refreshed in a small bag at her feet in the car.

"Baby you're here!" Rosie exclaimed as if it was a surprise and motioned to Joe, "Look who's here. Look who's here!"

"Hey, there Elliebellie," Joe said as she climbed from the car. "Thanks for bring her down Stephen. Can I tempt you to stay for dinner?"

"How could I pass up the chance to taste the legendary cooking of your wife? You know Kurt brags constantly that she keeps him supplied with the best macaroons in the country." Stephen smiled and accepted the offer graciously. During their brief telephone conversation, Rob had urged Stephen to stay with Bella, explaining from personal experience just how easy it is to slip back into grief and melancholia even when everything seems so much better. Stephen didn't think that would be the case with Bella but had not argued the point rather agreeing to stay as long as her parents would let him.

Reaching into the back seat of the car, he produced a bottle of red wine and a small bunch of flowers. "Our friends had warned me to expect your generous hospitality," he said amiably..

"If we are opening that you might have to stay the night," Joe looked approvingly at the bottle. "Rosie leave Bella alone for one minute and come and say hello to our new friend. The bed in the spare room is made up isn't it?"

"Of course what sort of house do you think I am running here!" Rosie moved to embrace Stephen and kiss his cheek as if they were old friends already.

"You are just as beautiful, and Kurt told me, now if your cooking is half as good I may just steal you away from your husband," Stephen flattered her and enjoyed the blush his words elicited.

"Everyone wants to steal my wife," Joe threw his hands up, "Let's go inside and raid the fridge Elliebellie, your mother went shopping as soon as you called. All of your favourites are stocked in there." His arm wrapped around her shoulder as they walked inside, and he leaned closer asking, "How are you doing really?"

"I feel good Dad, better than I have since..." her eyes clouded over, "Well you know." He squeezed her shoulder and nodded.

"Don't you touch my refrigerator Joe, you're on a diet remember?" Rosie exclaimed hurrying after them.

"She's trying to starve me!" Joe complained loudly.

"Don't worry Dad I will sneak you some treats," Bella winked and Rosie huffed in exasperation at the two of them.

Stephen chuckled watching the scene. He had believed that the lovely submissive nature of Bella had come from an authoritative patriarchal family, and though he had heard of them from both Kurt and Mel during the aftermath of the anniversary party when Jake had been dispatched to move her entire apartment in one evening, he still hadn't been prepared for the warm, loving scene he was witnessing.

Managing the club as Mel's right hand in the years of Rob's absence had given him a good understanding or so he thought of what brought women to embrace their submissiveness. Girls from broken homes, or violent pasts, girls with father complexes who craved that authoritative control but once again Mel had surprised him by his choice of Bella. She did not fit the typical masochistic profile that Mel had always favoured. She did not lack self-confidence nor did Joe seem like the strict disciplinarian he had expected. Yet he knew the petite young woman before him to be the bondage slave to one of his closest friends.

He shook his head at the juxtaposition of the different facets of Bella's life and idly wondered about how she acted in the professional world of Mel's company. She was a business major if he remembered correctly, and he tried to imagine her in business suits and high heels rather than the revealing outfits she wore to the club or plain summer dresses she wore at the moment.

Once settled in their rooms they went out to the courtyard and sat in the cool shade of the trees. It was Bella who finally broke the comfortable silence. "I'm sorry I have been unbearable for the last few months," she addressed her parents.

"Hush now," her mother waved away the apology, "You had good reason. We all loved Mel." Rosie's eyes began to mist.

"Now, now, my love," Joe started but Bella finished for him.

"Not in front of Bella," she giggled. "It's okay really. I am doing okay. What is it they say? You can't go backwards, only forwards, and I have put my life on hold for too long. Mel died; I didn't, and a wise friend told me recently that life was for the living. I will always love him, you know, and hold his memory close to my heart but it's time to embrace the world again." Bella looked at the concern on her parent's faces and knew they weren't convinced. She looked to Stephen for help.

"I for one would just be happy if you would eat more, you have gotten far too skinny and frail looking. Not the tough little Bella I knew at all. So what's on the menu for dinner Rosie I have been looking forward to this the whole drive up here," Stephen tactfully changed the subject.

"Just some pasta I am afraid, nothing special," but she glowed with pride at the compliment to her cooking.

"She has been fussing over pasta al'ama," Joe said in a stage whisper to Bella, who smiled widely.

"Oh goodie I love that!" Bella enthused. "She's making duck. It's one of my favourites!" She translated for Stephen.

"Great can't wait!" Stephen enthused, "It will go great with the red I brought with us."

"How long are you staying Elliebellie? Your mother has bought enough food to feed you for six months, all your favourites!" Joe chuckled.

"Now that I have made the decision to re-join the land of the living I sort of want to get back to it," she said softly not wanting to disappoint her parents with such a brief stay. "And I was wondering if I could ask your professional advice about something, in the morning maybe?" She let her eyes flicker to her mother who was perched on the edge of her seat, but had stayed silent due to the hand Joe had placed on her shoulder to still her complaints.

"No time like the present," Joe smiled, "Come to my den and I will put on that funny white wig you love to laugh at."

Bella chewed her lip but as her father got up and put out his hand to her she followed. Stephen had to admit he was impressed by the man. His subtle domination of his wife and daughter showed in the way he calmly spoke in a tone that brooked no argument and in the physical gestures he exchanged with his wife to still her emotional outburst at Bella's seeming eagerness to return to the city.

If he had not been scrutinising Bella's family life, he may have only seen the loving warmth with which he did these things, but Stephen was in no doubt the man was king of his castle. He turned to make small talk with Rosie asking about recipes and such for a friend of his Jake, who was a chef always looking to change his menu and experiment with food.

Standing within her father's study Bella felt like an errant teenager again. This had been the room that she never argued with her father in. She admitted her misdeeds and took whatever punishment he laid out for her. It seemed strange to be here asking his advice but somehow fitting. This room reminded her of his intelligence and business acumen. How he had left a partnership in a large corporate firm and struck out on his own to start a private practice not long after she was born affording her the life she enjoyed in this idyllic country town as she grew up.

"Have a seat Bella," he laughed, "You're not a c***d in here for a scolding."

For some reason she was suddenly nervous, it had all made so much sense in her head as she thought about it over the last few weeks but now she was here in this room she was at a loss for words.

"I am rich," she suddenly blurted as a place to start, "Thanks to Mel I mean."

"Let's call it independently wealthy," Joe smiled, "and yes, thanks to Mel you are extraordinarily well provided for. Where is this going?" he asked shrewdly.

"I don't think I can take working at Mel's company surrounded by our friends and the memories. I am doing okay," she hastened to reassure him, "But I wondered about the logistics of buying a small franchise or company of my own. I mean do I have enough capital? I have a business degree, and all and know how everything works, but I have learned the reality of small business is often nothing like they teach in textbooks." She let out the breath she didn't realise she held as she finally got to her point.

"It would depend on the business. Did you have something particular in mind?" Joe was contemplating the young woman who sat on the other side of his desk trying to look at the situation from the viewpoint of a lawyer rather than a father.

"I was thinking more the retail side of things, a specialist shop rather than manufacturing," she said hopefully, "Maybe something fun like reasonably priced designer gowns or costume jewellery or a combination of the two."

"I would guess with the income you have received quarterly from the dividends of the stock you hold in Mel's company that you could afford to open your own designer house or jewellery shop," Joe said .

"I was thinking that when I go back I would talk to Kurt about maybe going to visit some manufactures and retail business to see how they run first. Make sure it is the right thing for me to invest in," she said quietly.

"That's a smart way to approach it," Joe approved and was proud of his daughter's obvious maturity in her thought processes. He had worried when the conversation began that she was about to ask for something frivolous or dangerous, flying lessons in her own private jet or some such.

"It would mean a fair bit of travel, and you know mum," Bella didn't need to finish the sentence as she saw her father nod and look thoughtful.

"You could take her with you on a trip or two," Joe suggested.

"Maybe, but it's something I would like to do on my own, something that is just me, you know? I went from here to working for Mel, I always had someone looking after me." She looked her father in the eye and straightened her shoulders, "I want to see what it's like to make some big choices in my life, for good or bad and know that I still have a home and income if it doesn't work out." She smiled crookedly, "Seventy-five percent of first businesses fail, but I would really like to try. I won't travel alone; my PA will come with me I am sure if I fill her in on everything."

"So in essence," Joe smirked, "This is more about me handling your mother than it is about business advice." Bella blushed deeply and chewed her lip. "Well as your father I am proud that you grew up to be an intelligent, thoughtful young woman, and I will help with your mother as much as I can, but we both know how she will react to extended absences especially after what happened in Italy." Bella grimaced and nodded opening her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand to still her.

"As your lawyer, however, I would warn you against making rash decisions and council that all business dealings of a personal nature, outside of the company, where your interests are held in the safe hands of Kurt and Rob, come through me. That is not negotiable Bella, Joe fixed her with a stern look and said, "No businessman would act without the advice of a lawyer."

"I understand," Bella smiled.

"Good, now I will invest the dividends you earn in some short term investment bonds, say six to twelve months. That will give you plenty of time to travel and explore all of your options," Joe was all business like as he tapped on his computer. "Twelve months would be better to ensure you had ample capital without touching the larger amount already invested in long term investments."

"Thanks Dad, and thanks for not treating me like a wounded bird just now. I really am okay. I just wish everyone else would stop walking on eggshells around me. It was horrible, and I still jump at loud noises but I am okay and I am ready to start living again," Bella said with conviction.

"Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?" Joe laughed and came around the desk. "We better get out there or your mother will be cranky that we ruined the meal. Do me a favour?" Joe watched as Bella nodded, "Eat as much as you can and drink lots, she will be easier to convince if you are not continuing to starve yourself."

Bella laughed and agreed. Joe needn't have worried Bella was hungry, and the food as usual was superb. She felt really good about the decisions she had made within the last twenty-four hours and having convinced her father of her return to a rational state of mind she just had to overcome the hurdle of convincing her guardians and protectors, Rob and Kurt.

"I am sorry everyone; I think I need an early night," Bella said and stood unsteadily from the table as they sat chatting amiably after dessert which she had forced down to please her parents. She had relaxed and let her wine glass be refilled several times during the course of the meal. She rarely drank much, and the effect made her feel so deliciously warm and cosy that her eyes had started drooping.

"Still waking up with the dreams?" Rosie asked concerned.

"Less often now," Bella smiled and headed for the stairs.

"I think you might need a hand," Stephen moved to her side and wrapped an arm about her waist. "I'll be right back," he said over his shoulder as he guided the drunken Bella up the stairs.

"You know your very handsome," she said looking up at the tall hulking man supporting her as they reached the top of the stairs, "I wish you had been around when I was picking up one night stands. You wouldn't have left me high and dry I am sure. Vanilla is a truly yucky flavour now, and I used to love it. It's funny don't ya think?" Bella spoke totally oblivious to the look of horror on Stephen's face.

"You picked up men? In bars?" there was incredulity in his voice.

"Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time," she said sleepily, "Dud fucks all of them. Dorothea explained vanilla would never satisfy me again. Then Jack and Dusty came with their idea, and I thought what the hell, there has to be at least one dominant out there that won't treat me like a fragile bird with a broken wing and give me what I need."

"Go to sleep," Stephen growled holding in his temper making her open her eyes again to look at him.

"I am tired of the pity in everyone's eyes and the egg shells everyone walks on around me. I can't just be put on a shelf like a broken toy. You get that right?" She sounded as if she was desperately trying to convince him, and he was shocked by her words, "I loved Mel but he is gone, he left me, I want to feel something again, know that intense pleasure he gave me again, it doesn't have to be love, just someone who can fuck my brains out the way he did." She giggled at her own crass words and covered her mouth.

"Sleep Bella," Stephen stroked her hair watching as she closed her eyes.

"Your very handsome," she whispered sleepily, "I bet you could rock my world."

Stephen said nothing but waited until her breathing changed into the deep rhythm of sleep before leaving the room. He entered the kitchen where Rosie and Joe were cleaning up with a smile. "She doesn't usually drink much does she," he said with a small laugh.

"No, but red wine is good for the body, ask any doctor," Rosie said. "It was good to see her so relaxed and happy. Did you see she ate the whole plate of pasta and dessert? I think we might have our girl back from her dark days," Rosie impulsively hugged Joe her eyes misting yet again.

"Now, now, my love, let's not make our guest uncomfortable," Joe embraced his wife.

"Actually I was just thinking how comfortable I have felt here since our arrival. The legends of your hospitality are all true I am glad to report," Stephen smiled at the couple.

"Well I will let you men do manly things and have an early night too," Rosie wiped her hands on a dishtowel and kissed her husband goodnight, "Sleep well, Stephen," she embraced him briefly and head up the stairs, as well.

"Want to see what I got Bella for her birthday?" Joe asked with a mischievous grin.

"I didn't know she had a birthday soon," Steven admitted, "But lead on I am curious for sure."

The men walked out to the garage where Joe proudly unveiled a Nash Healy roadster. The time passed quickly after that as car enthusiast Stephen pumped Joe with questions and got his hands dirty tinkering with the engine. A high pitched scream ripped the air, and Joe cursed shaking his head and putting an arm out to stop Stephen from running back to the house.

"She suffers nightmares about the shooting," he said sadly. "We better finish up out here though she will come down seeking company if the lights are still on."

Stephen grunted and washed up before helping Joe with the car cover. They were making their way back to the house when Bella appeared in the back courtyard. "I am a night owl; I can keep Bella company if you want to head up to bed," Stephen offered.

"All right," Joe agreed. "There is a range of movies in there if you want to watch one." He hugged Bella, "Why don't you choose one for him, you can watch until you fall asleep again."

"Okay Dad," Bella murmured sleepily and wandered back into the house followed by the two men.

Stephen sat on the couch as Bella selected a movie. The opening credits began to roll, and he saw her head toward one of the single recliners, "Come sit with me, little one," Stephen gave her little choice with the tone of voice he used. If she wanted people to begin to treat her normally again that was fine by him. He quite liked the look of surprise on her face as she turned to regard him momentarily before moving to the couch he sat upon.

Smirking at her, he threw a cushion on the floor next to his feet and indicated that she should sit there. He watched the mixture of emotion play across her face as she knelt on the cushion with her back to him facing the screen as the movie started. Stephen reached out and played with her hair with a whispered, "Good girl." He watched as she relaxed under his gentle petting and barely took note of the movie as he replayed her words earlier. Rob's possessive guardianship was the only thing stopping him from disciplining her for her reckless behaviour but perhaps he would discipline the old girl after all for condoning it.
Bella started to droop and leaned into his leg as she grew sleepy eventually resting her head on his thigh. Turning off the television Stephen carried Bella upstairs and put her back in bed before heading to his own room. He had never truly understood Mel's attraction to the girl; she always seemed so small and fragile to Stephen who standing at six foot six and being broad as well towered over her in both size and strength. After spending several days with her over the last month, she had been at the beach house and seeing her with her family at home he had to admit the appeal of her seeming vulnerability that masked a strong, intelligent young woman. For the second time that evening he acknowledged that she was not the typical girl who came through the club.

*****

They had left the following day after lunch and driven back to the city loaded down with Macaroons for Rob and Kurt, as well as themselves. The closer they got to home more uneasy Bella felt, and she began to fidget. Stephen broke the long silence that had settled upon them after they had run out of pleasantries about her family and the food. Concern tinged with the simmering anger he felt, he confronted Bella with her words of the night before.

"How could you be so reckless, Bella," he finally asked, "One-night-stands? Seriously you thought that was a good idea?"

Bella gulped, "I had hoped I dreamed telling you that. Please don't tell Master Rob. If you're this angry, he will only be ten-fold worse."

"I won't," Stephen snapped, "But you will. If you were one of the girls, that I am responsible for, you would have already been punished. I will leave that to Rob. You will tell him what you told me last night, all of it! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Sir Stephen," Bella whispered feeling tears spring into her eyes.

"Did Mel teach you nothing about personal safety? About speaking up when you have needs? How could you be so reckless?" He repeated himself.

"No one would touch me, or talk to me properly. Everyone just looked at me with pity or their own grief. They were all too worried I would have another break down to truly listen when I said I didn't want to live in that apartment anymore that I didn't want to be in his office anymore. They moved me to the office that looked exactly the same and an apartment that was the twin of the one I left!" tears coursed down her cheeks, "It was easier to leave," she stifled a sob of self-pity.

Stephen stayed silent taking in her words and realising how hard it must have been to say what she needed and have it mishandled in such a way. "Just tell him what you said to me the way you said it," he growled he wasn't sure if he was still angry at her or himself for not noticing her disappointment and sadness when they moved her apartment to the one next to Rob's. "You can leave out the part about how handsome I am," Stephen said with a perfectly straight face making her gasp and blush deeply.

They remained silent each lost in their own thoughts until he pulled into the parking garage of the club and her home. "Be brave little one, be honest and give a full explanation. I believe you have it in you to be strong enough to talk with Rob about this and win the argument," Stephen said softly.

"Why would you think that?" Bella turned to face him in the car.

"Mel told me, and he was a difficult man to impress," Stephen smiled.

They got out of the car and headed for the lifts. Bella felt her stomach lurch considering what she needed to confess and tell Rob. It all seemed so much easier when she was at the beach but here in this place where she had learned to obey and accept, all the confidence that she had held about returning and picking up the pieces of her life seemed to be disappearing before her.

The lift ride went all too fast, and she found herself standing within her own apartment. It was hard to be here and not think of Mel, and be upset at the cruel twist her life had taken and angry at him. The anger bubbled up inside her, and she hardened her resolve to make the changes she needed or to walk away for good.

Stephen came in a few minutes later followed by Rob, and Bella stood to face them. "Welcome back, Bella. You're looking good," Rob smiled and closed the distance between them to kiss her cheek and search her eyes.

"Hello Master Rob, thank you," she smiled in return, "Do you have a little bit of time, maybe we could talk... please?"

"Of course, I cleared my schedule when Stephen rang and said you were on your way back. How are you doing really?" Concern was evident in his voice and face, and she could see the pity in his eyes which just fuelled the anger she felt at the whole situation. She stepped away from him and took a deep breath.

"Could we just talk as friends, not Guardian and ward, not Master and slave not any of those labels but as people, friends even?" Bella tried to express her need to meet him on equal terms without fear of consequences.

"This sounds serious," Rob remarked, "You can leave us Stephen," Rob walked to the dining table and took a seat rather than taking his place in the comfortable living room chair.

"Maybe he should stay," Bella said quietly, "You may not like what I have to say." Rob raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"I will stay outside in the hall," Stephen interrupted the moment, "I think it's best if you two talk it out by yourselves." He turned without waiting for their reaction and left closing the door quietly behind him.

Intrigued now, Rob looked at Bella. "I got a little drunk last night and shared some things I wish I hadn't," she groaned. "It would probably be best if no one knew but here we are and if I don't tell you the truth..." she looked toward the door that Stephen stood on the other side of.

"You don't usually drink do you?" Rob tilted his head confused.

"No," she shook her head, "There were reasons but I will start at the beginning." Once again she took a deep breath and Rob leaned back in her chair prepared to let her say what she needed.

Bella told of her time at his 'shack' her recklessness in seeking out one-night-stands just to feel something again. She explained at his question that Dorothea found eventually it was easier to ensure her safety rather than have her escape the shack without any warning. She admitted that she had thought it a waste of time until Dorothea explained the lesson she should not have had to learn. That vanilla no longer held any enjoyment for her.

Taking her time she then explained about the visit from Jack and Dusty and their proposition about the training Mel had put in place. Finally, she spoke of her own feelings about how it could work now and if he would help her. In amongst all of the information she gave him she spoke of how she felt like a leper now, untouchable and fragile, like a broken toy on a high shelf that people reach out to take but them remember its broken and walk away.

Bella had noticed Rob's jaw clench, and his hands turn to fists during several points of her story when he interrupted to ask a question but he had remained calm during the whole exchange. "There is more," she said quietly.

"Tell me everything then," Rob said with no emotion at all and leaned back in his chair again. Bella outlined her idea for a new business that she could own and manage under the companies banner and her idea of travelling to inspect likeminded businesses and manufacturers. Finally, she spoke about her need to find a new place to live.

"This was all Mel's, not truly mine and if I am ever to find some peace from the nightmares and guilt that plague me I can't be here or in that office. Please tell me you understand..." There was desperation in Bella's voice. It wasn't lost on Rob who cared for the girl deeply, but it seemed to him that her plans were just another way of running away and hiding from the reality she needed to face.

"Is that everything," he asked quietly. Bella nodded feeling unsettled that Rob still showed no expression on his face or in his voice. He stood up abruptly and walked around the table picking her up and cuddling her close. He said nothing as he walked to the large comfortable chair and sat with her in his lap turn her face up to his.

"My need to be left to my own grief when kitty died was so strong I allowed you the freedom to go and do as you pleased. It did not occur to me that you needed something different ad it probably should have." He held her gaze as he spoke, "I could never be angry with you for being truthful, it is something I prize highly." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "What do you say we give handsome out there a break and let him go grab a beer."

Bella laughed softly and nodded sliding from his lap and standing up. Rob stood and went to the door opening it wide to find Stephen leaning against the wall in the foyer. "Hey handsome," Rob chuckled, "We're all good just ironing out some of the finer details if you want to go grab a beer and check up on your protégé's."

"Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful," Stephen chuckled in return after taking in Bella's smile and realising she was quite happy with how things went. He pressed the button for the lift and watched Rob and Bella return to the apartment.

"I think we should put the apartment change on hold for a time. I would prefer to have you close and if you get your way with work and training I doubt you will be here often, to mind the proximity," he seemed to consider her for a moment. "I will make the concession of redecoration and ask Dianne to help you with a suitable new wardrobe once your plans are in place, fair enough?"

Bella agreed; she liked the idea of shopping with Dianne, she had been such a good friend and Bella had treated her badly in her grief. "I expect the same could be said about my office at work though I would like something smaller," Bella added to the discussion.

"We can set up a meeting with Kurt tomorrow he will need to okay, all the business stuff. I just don't enjoy it, and he does it all so well. The company barely skipped a beat after the news of Mel's death hit the business columns, wholly due to Kurt's diligence and leadership," Rob gave full credit where it was due. Bella nodded and let the idea she had about it ferment a little longer.

"The training and need you expressed to feel again, may not be so simple," Rob said softly and Bella felt deflated as yet another of her requests was about to be compromised. "Don't pout," his voice hardened and he explained further. "This is exactly what I mean. Do you remember how long it took for you to trust Mel?" he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Well do you?" he demanded an answer.

"That was different I didn't know anything about the lifestyle at all," she shot back then bit her lip regretting her retort.

"It is a fine line a submissive walks between pure training and being trained by your own special someone that you trust implicitly to care for you. The bond is different but as in your relationship with Mel, trust is the key to safety and pleasure for each of you, dominant and submissive. Could you trust a virtual stranger just on my say so? On Jack's say so?" he paused and let her think about his words.

"I will call the stakeholders together and submit your request to access the training Mel had begun to organise for you, if..." he paused so she knew this was not negotiable, "If you can show your obedience and trust in someone I choose to train you for a week. You need to be able to trust that I and each of the men you request training from will keep you safe from harm whether they train you themselves or choose someone to do it for them. If you cannot do that all the plans and changes to schedules, the Masters may make to accommodate you will be for nothing and will earn you a bad reputation. You need to show your readiness to commit to the program by trusting me to choose your first trainer."

She could see the logic of his words and agreed; it was what she wanted after all and this was but the next step on the journey she had begun in accepting Mel's collar. She knew then as she knew now that she wanted to explore more of this world, and she did trust Rob; it is why she had spoken to him of everything against Dusty's advice.

"I understand and what you say makes sense," she chewed her lip thoughtfully. "You won't train me yourself?"

"My own grief is still too raw. The discovery of Lucifer has finally seen me put to rest the last untied ends and put to rest my beloved, Kitty, at long last," Rob gave her a half smile. "It is best this way."

"Then I trust you to choose the first trainer, and I promise to try and make you proud," Bella said sincerely.

"Good and here is what I will do. I will set a meeting for tomorrow afternoon to talk with Kurt about your career and office situation at the company. I will seek out the availability of the stakeholders for a meeting early next week. You will trust that I as always have your best interests at heart and go and change into something sexy, think "Suckerpunch" sexy, I will return for you in thirty minutes. We will be going to the club; the truce for friendship and plain talking is over, and you will remember your place from this point on," Rob spoke firmly ending their discussions. "You will trust that I care about you and love you like my own and always talk to me as you did tonight, there was no need for truce."

Bella was taken by surprise but after her complaints about being put on a shelf like a broken toy she did not argue. Instead, she slid from the couch to her knees on the floor and answered softly, "Yes Master."

He nodded and turned leaving her to get ready. She checked her watch and quickly went to clean up and change.

By the time, Rob returned, Bella looked fresh and in her own mind sexy enough to make Mel proud. He had always chosen all her clothes, her food, and everything, such was his need for control over her life. Being left to her own devices with only a movie title as a reference point, she became racked with indecision. There was so much in the vast wardrobe that she had never seen before that in the end she chose a leather outfit. Mel had loved the smell and feel of leather he had inspired an erotic attraction to it in Bella.

She was too skinny, she agreed with recent comments; the soft round curve of her hips was now angular and bony, and the short pleated leather skirt hung from them at a slight angle. She could almost count her ribs and covered them with a thin, tight leather vest. Suspenders and thigh high stockings showed above a pair of shiny black knee-length boots that had wicked heels, and she tied a loose red and black striped scarf around her neckline. She resolved to look after herself better than she had been as she painted her face with striking makeup.

She went to the living room and knelt closing her eyes; Rob was right she didn't know how she would react being commanded by another but it was something she had to do, she wanted it and more over she knew she needed it.

Bella heard the door open and lifted her head hardening that small part of her heart that ached for Mel. She was determined to prove she was as ready to re-enter this world as she had claimed earlier. Rob walked towards her and sat in the comfortable chair once again.

"I am sure Mel had told you that not every member of the club is trustworthy or respectful of other men's property. While the collar that you still wear will earn you some element of respect and safety within the club, it also makes you very desirable. If you are serious about re-entering the club and the world that it holds you must remove it now," Rob said gently.

"I understand Master," Bella responded with a steady voice but her hands shook as she struggled to undo the clasp on the beautiful chain she had not taken off since his death. Rob did not help her but rather sat and watched sadly knowing this was something she had to do for herself. With determination, she removed it and held it out to him.

"It is yours and will always be yours, Bella. No one can take it from you," Rob's voice was pained. He pulled a box from his pocket. This chain will offer my protection within the club and the protection of any who choose to give it to you from amongst our friends. It goes without saying that you have the protection of Kurt as well," Rob held up a twisting rope chain he showed her how to work the complicated cylindrical locking mechanism and the small words engraved upon it. "Protected: MR.MR."

"Do you accept?" Rob asked, and Bella nodded, unable to speak immediately. She lifted her hair to accept the new collar after depositing the collar she had removed into the box.

"Yes, Master. It is beautiful; you really are truly talented," she smiled even though inside she felt all kinds of messed up.

"Put this somewhere safe and come, I have something to show you," Rob smiled encouragingly.

*****

"The plans for this," Rob waved an arm indicating the renovated Den in the club, "were in place before you and Mel left for Italy."

Bella looked around at the room noting the differences. It still had the opulent old world charm and decadence of the rest of the club but with a fresher colour scheme and different antique furnishings. As her eyes, glanced over the far wall, she gasped. The photo portrait that had always hung there had been replaced by oil paintings.

A large Last Supper inspired scene depicted all the stakeholders including herself kneeling at the side of Mel, who sat at the head of the table and kitty kneeling beside Rob at the other end. The rest of the table was filled with men and one other woman who seemed to be the only person she did not recognise. On each side of that were two smaller portraits, one of Rob and Kitty the other of Mel and herself. There were beautiful, and she felt her heart miss a beat. "Damn you Mel. Why did you have to leave me so soon," she whispered with anger rather than sadness.

"I wanted you to see it for the first time with no one else around. So that you would not be taken by surprise," Rob had expected tears not the anger than emanated from the young woman.

"Thank you, Master," Bella seemed to settle quickly after her initial shock. "They are breathtakingly beautiful. The artist has captured everyone's likeness so well."

"I must say I am really impressed with them myself," Rob smiled.

"Come, Bella," Rob indicated a chair near his desk. Our dinner guests will be arriving soon, but there is one more issue we must discuss, first." He waited until she sat before speaking again. "Stephen lives by a very strict code of conduct. It is why he is so good at his job as Club manager. He ensures the welfare of all the girls here but also upholding that code and holding the members here to that high standard if they wish to maintain their membership doubly ensures their safety and the accepting atmosphere here. He was mentored by Mel as a Master, and he is one of the best there is," Rob added in case Bella had not known.

"Should I call Stephen Master then?" she bit her lip wondering if she had offended him by calling him Sir Stephen but she was sure she was told that was his title.

"No, he prefers Sir. He has a keen interest in the medieval times and the knights code of chivalry," Rob laughed. "The point being that, he feels you need to be disciplined for your recklessness in seeking out stranger's pleasure, and I have to agree it is a very dangerous thing for a submissive to do. There are true pigs, thugs and filth out there who will break a girl's arm for the thrill it gives them that she gave her consent to his abuse, k**nap and torture of a young submissive happens all too often." Bella gasped, and he saw in her wide-eyed incredulity that these thoughts had never occurred to her.

"As I thought," he nodded. "Stephen blames Dorothea, whom he will punish himself. I have asked him rather to educate you, about your recklessness. He was not happy about it, so I need you to go to him and express your regret and convince him you now understand how dangerous your actions were and that you will accept his protection and his discipline within the club should you ever be here without a Master by your side, or exhibit reckless behaviour again," Rob was firm but asked rather than commanding her, forcing her choose whether to accept this agreement or not.
"I had always assumed his protection and that of Mel's friends and the management staff like Jake," Bella paused to think chewing her lip again. "I do not think I would ever be here without a Master so I can't imagine that it would make any difference if I accepted or not," Bella tilted her head her mind working.

"Ah but it does, to Stephen. His code is such that he would never lay a hand on a girl or the property of another without the acceptance of the girl and her owner if there is one. In your case there is me, your guardian and Kurt the executor of your business holdings. As this is a personal issue it falls to me to accept, and I will if you also agree," Rob paused waiting for her to speak.

,""So it's a formal acceptance of the assumed," Bella laughed softly. "I have no problem at all accepting Sir Stephen into the sphere of people who may guide and train me in this lifestyle."

"Just remember, he was once Mel's protégé and as such he can be a harsh and sadistic, but he is also very fair and would not discipline you unduly," Rob determined to make it clear just what she was agreeing to.

"You left out handsome," Bella grinned not phased at all by his description.

Rob shook his head and stood up holding out his hand to her, "Let's go see him then."

Like the den of the owners, the managers office though smaller sat in a similarly central position within the club, having doors to both the foyer and the restaurant areas. They walked back through the foyer and into the smaller office where Stephen sat at his desk as if waiting for them. One of the girls from reception passed Rob a small note as he passed her. Reading it quickly, he smiled widely.

"I need to go see someone. I will leave you to your discussions. Send her to the restaurant when you're done," Rob said easily and exited the room.

Stephen stood up and approached her, towering over her he growled, "You have something to say?"

Bella swallowed loudly and when she opened her mouth barely a whisper came out, "I'm sorry, Sir Stephen, I didn't nor realise the extent of my recklessness, and I do now."

"Do you? Do you really?" his hand snapped up and circled her throat. "Do you know how easily it would be for a man like me to break you like a twig? To hold you against your will and make you my personal fuck toy?"

"Yes, Sir Stephen," she squeaked but found his words both terrifying as well as arousing.

"Look at you," his eyes dropped to her hardening nipples clearly seen through the open cleavage and thin leather of the vest. "You're such a hot slut anyone with half a mind could abuse you, and you would be grateful," he dropped his hand and walked away. He tried to hold the element of barely concealed distaste in his voice but in truth her obvious pleasure at being spoken to this way pleased him, and he saw in her something he rarely saw in the submissives he dealt with on a daily basis.

"I will leave it to Rob to educate you this time as agreed," he almost spat the words as he turned to regard her again. "The next time I feel you have recklessly put yourself in danger or taken too much risk at the behest of another without using your safe-word, it will be me who decides the punishment, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir Stephen. I accept that it is now your right as my protector," Bella cast her eyes down to the floor.

"Indeed," he threw a cushion to the floor and took a seat in the chair beside it indicating she should kneel. "I would like to be involved in your training plan. To check up on you and ensure the codes of conduct are upheld by any that are chosen to train you, agreed?"

"Yes, Sir Stephen," Bella was stunned by his request but she could not see the harm in it as long as he didn't interfere if all was going well.

"Jake and I share much of the load of running this club and your protection will also become part of this load. Should I not be available you will seek protection from him," Stephen looked at the small girl who chewed her lip in thought and paused? "There is no need to fear us, only what will happen if you do not seek out protection when you need it, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir Stephen. I know that both yourself and... umm is Jake a Sir or a Master?" she tilted her head in question.

"Either, though Sir will do for now unless he tells you otherwise," Stephen answered.

"Thank you, I know you are both respected and valued by Rob and that Mel relied heavily on you. I have seen the good will you receive from all members and submissives. I will do my best not to incur any more punishments or make the load you bear here any heavier," she said quietly.

"We will not be your trainers but we will be here to protect you should you need. I will put our numbers into your phone, does Rob have it?" She shook her head, and he frowned at her, "You must always have your phone on you. I will talk to Rob about it. You are still new to this world, and the fault is his. Once your training begins though there will be no excuses," he smiled menacingly, "and in my mind you already have two strikes against you." Mel had always done everything for her, she had not had to think for herself during their short relationship. This existence she was asking for seemed a lot more complicated than she originally thought.

Her confusion warred with her need in her mind as once again she railed at Mel for leaving her to find her own way. A knock sounded at the door, and Rob walked in, "All done?"

"Guess so," Stephen replied.

"Good. Bella's training will begin tonight. An old friend of ours has just arrived. I want you to take her back through the foyer in a couple of minutes, give me time to get back to the table. When you get to the restaurant entrance I want you to stand there until I signal you," Rob spoke quickly as if excited.

Stephen grunted and nodded looking down on Bella as Rob left the room. He offered his hand helping her up in the high teetering heels. "I hope you're as ready as you say you are," he murmured and placing his large hand around the back of her neck as Mel always had, guided her out of the door into the foyer. He greeted a few friends without introducing Bella despite their curious glances before walking her toward the restaurant and piano bar door.

Bella heard a man at a nearby table exclaim as she appeared, "Fuck now there's a walking fantasy." She turned to face the table the voice had come from, seeing Rob she smiled nervously. The guests he had with him included Sara, Charles and the loud man she did not know. "No way!" The man exclaimed as she turned properly toward them, "You can't be serious! That's the girl you want me to train for a few days?"

Rob saw Bella's face cloud over with self-doubt mistaking the man's praise for reluctance and waved her over. Sara was fidgeting beside Charles as if she had too much energy to be sitting still at the dinner table. "Please Daddy, please" Sara finally wailed.

"Okay, baby but be gentle," Sara leapt out of her chair and almost bowled Bella over in a huge hug and kisses.

"I missed you so much. I am so glad your back!" Sarah held her tight as if she had no plan of letting go until Stephen cleared his throat. "Oh pooh, okay, okay, I am sitting back down, but you're no fun Sir Stephen," she said churlishly letting go of Bella.

"Well hell-lo, beautiful," the unknown member of the party said. Bella drew a deep breath stifling the giggles she had gone into over the way Sara spoke to Stephen and turned toward the voice. She took in the man. He wore biker leathers, had a closely cropped goatee and long hair tied back in a leather thong. He seemed from Bella's viewpoint to be as big as if not bigger than Stephen and her eyes widened.

Rob filled her stunned silence by introducing him, "Bella this is my friend, Wildman. If you agree, he will be your trainer for this week of probation. You will address him as Sire."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sire," she said quietly feeling like she should courtesy, before turning to Charles, "and it's always wonderful to see you and Sara, Master Charles." Bella leaned down to kiss his cheek as he preferred her to when greeting him.

"Ah Bella, you are as gorgeous as ever," Charles smiled. "We have missed you. Bad business all that," he said acknowledging the elephant in the room, "Time to start living again, yes?"

"Yes," Bella agreed readily, somehow it was nice to have Charles acknowledge the loss of Mel and her appearance here, as if accepting that she needed to move on.

"I hope Sara is as brave, when the time comes," he said quietly turning his face way from Sara as he spoke. "Life is for the living, as they say," he smiled but it did not reach his eyes making her look at him closely.

"Come sit next to me!" Sara grinned, "We can share dessert!" Bella laughed. She knew that meant Sara would eat it for her, but she didn't mind it was good to be around people who were happy and enjoying life. Or perhaps it was just good to be trying to enjoy it herself.

Bella took the seat between Sara and the Wildman. He leaned over toward her once she was seated and tapped his cheek, "Where is my kiss hello?" Bella laughed softly and leaned over to press her lips to his cheek.

"Well, I'm in. Check please!" he chuckled.

"No," Sara wailed, "It's my turn to have dinner with Bella and nothing is going to go wrong this time!" She gasped and covered her mouth, "I wasn't 'posed to say that."

"It's okay Sara, really; I am fine and I am so happy to see you and your Daddy," She hugged the cherubic woman to her. She turned to Rob, "I didn't realise it would be so soon."

"No time like the present considering your recent recklessness," he shrugged but his eyes held hers as if daring her to back down on what she had agreed to. "It's obvious that you need far greater supervision than I have been giving you."

"Agreed," rumbled Stephen.

"Yes, Master Rob," she said softly blushing as she lowered her gaze from his.

"Uncle Bobby, tell Uncle Billy he has to stay for dinner," Sara whined plaintively.

Rob turned to his friend and said, "Stay for dinner Uncle Billy."

"Fine," Wildman grunted, "But if I am a good boy I get the girl tonight, right?" He chuckled to Sara who nodded enthusiastically.

"She has an appointment tomorrow afternoon so as long as you have her here by lunchtime so I can take her, I don't see why not," Rob said eyeing Bella's reaction.

"Done," Wildman agreed and turned to Bella, "Here's your time to speak up, baby girl, do you agree?"

"Yes, Sire," she said in a voice steadier than she felt. She was both terrified and excited at the prospect, and she knew that Rob unequivocally trusted this man and that she knew guaranteed her safety.

"Excellent," he dug around in his pocket and pulled out a gold arm band. It was highly decorated with filigree writing, and he placed it on her upper arm snapping it closed. "Let's order shall we I have been in the land of suits and ties too long already."

"Aww Uncle Billy, you never come to the club anymore, and they have the bestest desserts now that Sir Jake is running things," Sara wheedled, "Don't be in so much of a hurry, pretend you're at a costume party!"

The dinner conversation was lively and full of laughter and as Bella listened she got to know William Wilder, otherwise known as Wildman. He was to be her first trainer on the journey she had begun into the world Mel had brought her to, and she was grateful for this time to get to know him a little before they left. He rode with the White Knights Motorcycle Club. They were well known for their charity work, and he had just returned from a charity ride along the New England highway in Rural New South Wales. He worked as a freelance photographer and artist, so he travelled constantly, but his home base was here in the city.

When dessert came, Stephen put an extra one between Bella and Sara announcing that they could share Jakes new creation but mainly it was so that Bella would eat her own. Despite Bella's natural slimness, he worried about her being so thin. No sooner had Bella taken the last bite of her dessert than Wildman spoke up.

"Right I was a gentleman and a good boy all through the meal but I've reached my limit," he said to Rob, "I'll bring her back lunchtime tomorrow and we can discuss the details then." He picked Bella up from her seat and easily slung her over his shoulder, smacking her ass loudly before striding out of the club.

Bella squeaked in surprise but did not fight her position hanging limply from his shoulder she lifted her head as they left the table and waved goodbye to Charles and Sara, who was giggling loudly. Rather than the car park they went out of the main door into the street, and he dumped her onto the back of his bike and pushed a helmet onto her head.

She clung to him as he drove through the streets of the city and listened to him speak through a system that linked the helmets to each other. There was no softness in his voice as he told her his non-negotiable rules.

"You will call me Sire at all times, public and private. You were Mel's girl, so I have no doubt that you have a masochistic streak, but you will; I repeat; you will use your safe-word if you become distressed by anything no matter how aroused you or I seem to be. You will obey only me during your time with me aside of this one meeting tomorrow all other appointments and necessary absences will be approved by me alone. We will discuss your limits and mine as well as likes and dislikes later. Right now your only ally is your safe word. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sire," she said fear and anticipation rolling through her with the vibrations of the bike.

"Good for tonight your safe-word will be Fruitloops," He finished the lecture as they pulled into the driveway, the garage door automatically opening for them. He got off the bike and removed her helmet for her once again picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. She had concentrated so hard on his voice as they drove she had not taken note of where they were, and she was surprised to find herself in what seemed like a disused warehouse.

He took the stairs two at a time jostling her as she hung over his broad shoulder finally entering a heavy metal door and throwing on a light switch. The door banged closed behind them as they walked to the shadowy far end of the room, and he dumped her unceremoniously to the floor growling, "Don't move an inch," he grabbed a bag from a nearby bench and took out a camera, clicking off several shots of the girl.

Bella froze like a deer in headlights her eyes wide and blinking as the flash caught her unawares.

"I've had a hard on since you walked into that place tonight," Wildman growled, "Crawl over here like a good little slut and suck my cock," he leaned back against the bench behind him. Bella gathered her arms and legs beneath her and crawled slowly and sensuously towards him keeping her eyes on his face. "Hungry for cock aren't you, a slut like you needs it all the time," his voice got deeper and he rumbled the words as she knelt up before him and leaned close to breathe in the scent of his well-worn leather pants rubbing her face against his covered groin.

She was aware of a flash going off as her hands worked at the button, and zip peeling the pants down his legs not surprised at the soft interior and the fact that he wore no underwear. She leaned in breathing in the scent of him as her hands guided the pants lower. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her away from his cock making her squeal in surprise rather than pain. "Undo my boots first you useless cunt," and all but threw her to the floor at his feet. She gathered herself and pulled her legs beneath her in a wide kneel. She bent low undoing the buckles and revelling in being surrounded once again by the smell of leather and the control of a dominant man.

She removed his boots and socks and had begun to work at his pants again when he kicked them off collecting her in the process and sending her sprawling backwards. Planting his feet wide apart he sneered, "Well what are you waiting for," once again she got up on her hands and knees and crawled toward him kneeling up. She leaned forward lifting her hand to his balls as she lowered her head to kiss the tip almost reverently, she let her tongue snake out and swirled around the head before sucking it into her mouth.

Fluttering her tongue underneath the head, she heard him groan, and his hand go into her hair, pleased by his reaction she continued her slow pace lifting her mouth from his cock and running her hand up and down the shaft as her tongue made similar trails up and down the veiny rod. She bent her head lower still to lap at his balls eliciting another groan of satisfaction before he suddenly pulled her head back by the hair making her look up at him.

"Plenty of time for that later," he growled, "Now open!"

She opened her mouth, and he thrust into her making her gag. She swallowed hard; he had a reasonably big cock, but not overwhelmingly so and as she got into a rhythm with him she gurgled and swallowed around the head taking into the portal of her throat rather than gagging and chocking on him. The soft curls that crowned the cock she sucked avidly smelt of the leather pants he had been wearing, and she willingly pushed her nose into them as he continued to thrust in and out of her sucking mouth.

Tears streaked her cheeks and drool hung from her chin when he pulled her hair back tilting her face up to him with just the head of his cock remaining between her lips. The flash went off several times, and he groaned loudly, "Open, tongue out." The first spurt of cum made his cock jump spraying it over her nose and cheek the second landing across her tongue and a third landing across her nose and cheek again narrowly missing her eye. He placed his cock back on her tongue and commanded, "Suck!" The flash had continued to go off during the last of his orgasm, but she didn't care she was so hot and horny right at that moment.

"For someone without much training you're quite a good little cocksucker," he said as he finally he pulled her away from his cock and threw her back to the ground. "Now we can get down to business. Follow me," he said and turned to walk away before adding, "Crawl."

They moved to the other side of the dimly lit end of the huge open space that was what she assumed a converted warehouse. He took a seat in a large leather chair, and she knelt before him. "Hands," she heard the command and lifted her hands to him and he encased her wrists in leather cuffs similar to the ones she had worn for Mel. "I like the boots, you will keep them on, stand," he commanded.

Lifting her leg to the seat between his legs, he encased the ankle of her boot in a cuff; his hand ran up her leg to her cunt, "You love sucking cock don't you, baby girl," he murmured as his finger pushed past the flimsy material of her g-string and into her wetness making her gasp and bite at her lip as she balanced on one foot. His finger thrust in and out of her a few times as he growled, "I asked you a question, baby girl."

"Yes, Sire," she panted.

"Then say it!" he prompted pulling his finger from her and stroking her clit lightly.

"I love sucking cock, Sire," She panted letting out a small whimper as she blushed.

"Good girl. There won't be any more of these while you are with me," he gathered the flimsy g-string in a bunch and ripped it from her body. "No panties, no bras. Are we clear?"

"Yes, Sire," she said breathlessly the sting of the snapping elastic heating her slightly.

"Other foot," he commanded and she changed position. "You have had your ass fucked?"

"Yes, Sire," She replied and continued the simple reply as he continued to ask about her experience so far. Had she been spanked, cropped, caned, flogged whipped? Had clamps, anal plugs, beads, ben wah balls been used? Wax play, water sports? He was glad that she had no piercings and that she seemed to love leather as much as himself. He then asked about lifestyle fetishes, the only one she could truly understand was being kept as a pet. Though she had a desire to learn how to serve as Nyx did, she did not remember its name.
He explained that he had chosen the address of Sire because although he identified with being a Daddy-Dom he did not enjoy the immaturity and c***dlike affectations of girls such as Sara. Instead, he craved the respect and ultimate control of having a young woman such a Bella reliant on him for every little thing. He would care for her and control her life for the time she was with him as a father might for a young girl, but he also had a wide sadistic streak and liked his girls to embrace their need for cock and hard use. He liked then to be true sluts, flirtatious and teasing even with his friends, and while he would allow her to suck many different cocks this week, she was to have no penetrative sex with others while she was with him. He didn't want a cry baby, or a tantrum thrower, if he wanted a girl to cry and pout he would give her a good reason to do just that.

"Is there anything we haven't covered that you would like to add?" he asked her seriously.

"I was introduced to this type of ... living by Mel as you know. From the time, I took his collar I knew I wanted to experience more, everything, all he wanted to show me but..." she faltered, "It wasn't to be, now it falls to men like you to show me different things. What I am trying to say is that I do not know what I do not like yet or what my limits are, I only know one man's way, and I loved him enough to do anything for him. This," she looked up at him, "Will be different on so many levels."

"Ah, dear girl," he cupped her face and kissed her nose, "You already have already pleased me in more ways than you could fathom just by that sentence alone."

He pulled her up over his lap, "Now baby girl, this is not to punish you but simply for my own enjoyment." His hand crashed down on her ass, and she cried out. He was a big man both in height and muscle, her ass heated up quickly and she squealed and sobbed panting her heat as the fingers of his other hand fucked into her and teased her clit. Within in very little time, she was begging to cum.

"There is no need to beg tonight, you may cum as often as you as you are able to," he smirked liking that she was such a hot pain slut. Rob had played down how good this girl was, or perhaps he didn't realise. Either way, she was his for a week, and he had every intention of making the most of it. She came hard and long coating his hand and his thigh in the evidence of her pleasure at being spanked. He pushed her from his lap to land in a heap at his feet.

"Clean up your mess, slut," he growled and she immediately came to her knees and lapped at his thigh almost purring in pleasure. He lifted her head by the hair and shoved his gooey fingers into her mouth. "Such a hungry baby girl I bet you wish these were a cock, don't you? Don't worry I will make sure you get to suck more cock than you ever imagined this week," he said with a leery smile. Bella revelled in the last waves of her first real orgasm in months and knew this was what she needed. She felt his desire for her, and it was enough, enough to make her want to please him and hear his praise.