Institute 2

A rainy afternoon, a cage with the latch missing – and a woman who put her own name down.Béatrice is a lawyer and makes a professional living off hesitation. She has made witnesses cry and boards of directors go quiet, and like everyone here she applied for this year the way you apply for a job. At Montrève none of that helps her: whoever wants something writes their name down, under the ones already standing there, and that order is the order in which the house takes you.Today she is with Monsieur Lavaud, who does the practical work in this house, never speeds up and says everything exactly once. In the middle of the room stands a low cage whose latch he unscrewed beforehand, two bare screw holes with shavings in the paint. So what is it good for, she asks. Watching, he says.At four Ines arrives – the one who wrote herself in under Béatrice's name although she had seen who was standing above her. Or because of it. And from two meters away Béatrice finds out what it means to be second in line and to hold the cage door shut yourself all the same.A dark, intense BDSM short story for three, full of dominance, obedience and surrender – Part 2 of "e;The Institute"e;. For adult readers 18+.Get the second part now and spend an afternoon on which nobody is assigned anything and everything still has its order.EXCERPT: "e;And if I walk out right now?"e;"e;Then you walk out."e; He said it without any emphasis at all, the way you say it's Thursday. "e;Room Eleven is the only one with a bolt, and you have the key to it in your pocket, not me. The car goes down to the valley at eight tomorrow. It goes at eight the day after, too. It doesn't ask why."e; He looked over at the cage. "e;And that thing there has no catch. I unscrewed the latch before you came. Take a look."e;I took a look. He hadn't lied. Where the latch sits on a cage door there were two bare screw holes in the metal, fresh, bright, with a few shavings in the paint. The door hung in its hinges and stood a finger's width open."e;Then what's it good for?"e;"e;Watching,"e; Lavaud said.