Alison's Awakening (excerpt)

Title : Alison's Awakening

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "BOOKS" heading)

EXCERPT ...

Resisting the temptation to read Jaxon’s email was extremely difficult, but I wanted to read it in private, where I could absorb everything he was willing to tell me.

It was hard to get dinner down with my mind constantly returning to the email waiting for me, but I was finally showered, and in bed, ready to read his response. With butterflies stirring in my stomach, I leaned up against the wall, and opened the email on my cell, my hand shaking, while I held my breath.

Alison,

I have been a practicing Dominant for fourteen years. For the first twelve months, I was mentored by someone who is highly respected within my chosen circle, learning the lifestyle skills required to ensure I attained a high level of standard acceptable to My mentor.

Initially, in the first four years, I had collared submissives---three in all, before I owned my first slave.

At one point, I have owned up to three slaves at one time. There is no possibility of owning more than one during the term of the contract offered to you.

Punishment will be at My discretion, within the confines of what has already been outlined in the contract. Your life will not be placed in jeopardy, however, the punishment must fit the crime, should one be committed. Punishment is punishment, and it is used as a correction for unacceptable behavior, or as a deterrent for breaking My rules. The severity of the punishment is wholly dependent on the rule broken, or the type of behavior that requires correcting.

There are rules, and protocols that must be followed, however, these differ from scenario, to scenario. For example, the behavior expected at work will differ from the behavior expected in private. Should you decide to accept the contract, these will be discussed in finer detail.

Moving in, means exactly that. You will be expected to move into My residence---and yes, that also means into My bed---My slaves are to be available in any way, at any time.

Montana is an ongoing problem, that I will now endeavor to solve given she has now tried to physically attack you.

Expand with details of how Lexi knows of the existence of the contract. Yes, you are still required to make a decision.

Am I to repeat myself, yet again? Your position within

the agency is safe, regardless.

Jaxon

Contradictory feelings flooded through me. I felt somewhat dissatisfied---annoyed---suitably contrite---and both disappointed, and anxious, after reading Jaxon’s reply to my questions. He hasn’t revealed very much. My heart rate increased a fraction after Jaxon confirmed what I suspected regarding moving in with him. Holy shit.

Apprehension knotted in my stomach over his wishy-washy response regarding punishment, though. I was expecting more detail---maybe even an example---of what a slave may be expected to endure, but nothing he said eased my mind---in fact, it scared me even more.

Knowing if I decide to accept his contract, and I break one of his rules, he’ll punish me in any way he sees fit at the time, terrified me. He hasn’t even hinted at what, if anything, he uses to dish out his punishment---or if the punishment is physically endured, or mentally tormenting.

Putting my cell phone down on top of the bed, I scooted off to the side, swinging my legs over the edge, until my feet touched the floor. Rising from the bed, I sought my bag, unzipped it, and extracted the contract, before I returned to the bed. Climbing up, I positioned myself to lean my back against the wall once again, and re-read the points of the contract, analyzing every single word.

To please to the best of my ability---Jaxon knows I know nothing about being a slave, so maybe he’ll make some sort of an allowance for that. Intensive training? Just how intensive is it going to be?

My teeth nibbled on the inside of my lip, and my brow furrowed in concentration. Jesus Christ---do I trust him enough to stick to all the points, and not allow anything to happen to me that will harm me in any way, shape, or form---or kill me for that matter?

I snorted quietly to myself. It’s not only honesty, and communication that’s important---I’m quickly learning that trust is THE most important issue. I sort of trusted Blake, and look where that got me! But, Jaxon’s reassured me that my life won’t be endangered. He’s given me no reason NOT to trust him. Oh, fuck it all to hell.

Releasing the contract, it fell down to lie on top of the duvet next to my leg. Snatching up my cell, I glanced at the time. Hmmm---ten o’clock---that means its midnight in Sydney now daylight savings is no longer in effect---Jaxon should be asleep. I touched my fingertip to “reply”, and began tapping out my message.

Jaxon,

Thank you for your response---and for being candid with me regarding your training---or experience---although, to be honest, it’s raised even more questions in my mind, rather than supplying me with answers to what I really wanted to know.

The punishment part is daunting for me, and is a sticking point---a hurdle I’m unsure I can ever get over, to be honest. Having absolutely no experience whatsoever with the lifestyle you have chosen to lead, I was hoping for some sort of example to be explained that would give me a better understanding of what can be expected, in order to assist me in making a final decision. Some of the items I saw while I was in your---um---dungeon, are quite confronting, and the conversation we had where you mentioned using the cross to use your “whip” keeps haunting me. Is that an example of punishment?

On the subject of Montana---although you have admitted she is a problem, you haven’t provided me with any further details as to the reason WHY she is a problem. I still think there is something more to it than her no longer being a model with the agency.

My fingers paused, and I chewed on my lip for a moment with indecision, unsure if I should put down my thoughts on the matter. Oh---what the hell. I decided to be completely open, and honest, and continued tapping out my message.

It is my assumption Montana has been intimately involved with you---that is the only explanation that makes any sense to me that describes her behavior during her visit to the office, although it does NOT explain why she tried to attack me.

Lexi, unfortunately, bought the same handbag as me, and her boyfriend mixed them up when he took “mine” to my room---which is how Lexi discovered the contract. I apologize for being so careless with something so confidential, and I have had it out with Lexi for being a snoop with an inability to resist her curious nature.

Alison

Scrolling to the top of the message, I read it over, and over. Knowing it was late over in Sydney, and Jaxon was probably asleep, I hit send. After setting my alarm, I placed my cell down on the bedside cabinet, along with the contract, and scooted off the bed to switch the main light off.

Returning to the bed in the dark, I slid my palm up over the top of the duvet, groping around for the top of it, and the sheet tucked in beneath it, before I pulled them down as one, and climbed into bed. I wonder if Jaxon will answer any more of my questions. I snuggled in under the covers, plumping the pillow beneath my head to fit into the curve of my neck, before I closed my eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

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