Master had been pleased with me over the scene the week before. And we’d had several minor scenes since then. All of which he’d praised me for extensively. Part of my nervousness, I was willing to admit, was the fact that we’d have an audience, much more than we had the week before. Last week, it had only been Mistress Sammy and Cam watching us. This week, at least two of Master’s Dom friends would be watching, along with their boys. And, of course, my former Doms. I folded the chaps carefully and laid them on top of my shoes, then piled my jock and socks on top. Standing in front of the frame in the presentation position, I waited for Master to give me more orders, closing my eyes and doing my best to find my center. I reminded myself Master was the only one who mattered. None of the others’ opinions would make Master not want me. Everything I’d seen so far had told me Master—Mal—was pleased with me and wanted me. The only one I had to please was him. And I’d do my damnedest to make sure I’d do that so he’d keep wanting me.
