Chapter 1: A Helping Hand

Kurt's Point Of View

This is the first, and last time I will ever take the bus.

All flights canceled due to heavy blizzards.

I spent this week in a hotel in Southern Vancouver for a youth convention, and though these events are always fun, and I go home feeling confident in my sub respect teachings, I still hate the travel aspect of it. It's very time consuming and I can never get home fast enough. I am the head of a worldwide Dominant advisory board and I am NEVER home for more than a month at a time. Different cities and states once a month for 1 to two weeks at a time.... It gets repetitive. Especially since starting this year, provinces in Canada were added to our traveling sites.

Don't get me wrong, I love visiting other places as often as I do, but when it's over, I love returning home to sweet and sunny California. Especially after this snow and sleet filled week in Vancouver.
Now, Im going to be on a bus for more than 16 hours in order to get home, and Im not looking forward to it. I prefer flying. Definitely.

Despite my single status, and how much I crave to dominate at times, I'm kind of thankful that I don't have to leave a sub home alone due to my travels. Things like that can be really damaging to submissives. I teach Dom kids how to treat their subs for a living. I couldn't very well do the opposite of what I tell kids is right; to not leave their subs alone without dominance for too long of periods of time. If I had a sub of my own, my job would truly pose a problem. And I don't want to be an absent Dom for my sub.

Immense free time on my hands waiting for them to get a bus down here and the roads clear enough to travel, I laid my head back to think back on this particular trip. I have to present on Monday my findings and progress. There was this one kid who needed to have parents contacted and interviewed because the way he acted was disgusting. He needed to be put in dominance safety classes. I wanted to smack the crap out of him all week long. He was a rude little shit, and I hope he NEVER gets a sub of his own, because he is SURE to be an abuser……..

“How do you know how to treat subs so much? I heard you telling the other counselors that you don't even have a sub. What makes you such a know it all?”

Um… maybe my degree you little asshole!

Of course that's what I wanted to say, but there was really no sense in arguing with this kid. He had been asking ridiculous questions the whole week.

“What if you're sub is being a defiant little brat all the time, and spanking within the ‘precious' guidelines isn't working to make them listen? Can we just knock them out then?”

And who could forget,

“When I get a sub, they're gonna be cooking my meals naked, and if they screw it up, they're getting their ass beat!”

Yeah. I referred that little piece of shit to a counselor on site IMMEDIATLY. There has got to be some clear fire sub abuse going on in his home for him to have that attitude so shamelessly toward subs. Us Dominant's need submissives just as much as subs need us. We balance each other out.

Thankfully though, that kid was the only stressful part of this trip. And now of course, with this whole flight mishap.

Ticket in hand, suitcase rolling behind me, and a small duffle on my arm, I walked over to the departure benches to wait for my bus.

This was gonna be a loooooooooong night and next day……

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I was reading the latest in the series of books I'd brought with me for the week, and it was just getting extremely angsty, when I heard some massive commotion approaching my terminal.

“I want some cookies and CHIPS!!!!!” A little girl, she looked maybe 3 or 4 was screaming at the top of her lungs and hanging from what seemed to be her dad's pant leg.

The man was just crying, and holding a car-seat in his other hand, while his daughter screamed. There were infant cries emanating from his direction too. I closed my book and bit my bottom lip, following the guy with my eyes as he made his way to a bench.

“I. WANT. TREATS!!!” the little girl screamed again. She was jumping up and down and stomping her little feet so hard into the ground, her feet must've hurt from it.

“I'm sorry honey, Daddy doesn't have any money…. I'm sorry Kenna. I'm sorry …..” He apologized to the daughter.

But what stood out is that he did so three times.

I've seen this before. Many times. Submissive parents with dominant kids. And the proof in my thought was right on his bare arm. This man bore a little ‘s' on his shoulder.

“It's freezing…” I mumbled to myself noting his bare arms. He was wearing only a tank top. The man's little girl was wearing an incredibly oversized sweater and jacket though, and I put two and two together. He gave up his own warmth for his child.

But, where is his Dom? And why didn't the kid have her own jacket if they're out here in the middle of the night?

“NOOOOO!!!!!!! I WANT TREATS! NOW!!” The little one screamed again! “TREATS TREATS TREEEEEEAAATS!!!!!!”

I put my book down now, as the little group sat a few benches away from me. The little infant was still screaming, and the young sub looked like he was ready to fall to his knees any moment.

Submissive parents with children are not allowed to be without their Dom at any time in public, because this is exactly what happens. Dominant kids can easily control, and cause extreme pain to their parents if they try to resist giving in to whatever the dominant child wants.

That made me wonder why he is seemingly here alone anyway, at a bus station, with not one, but two children. He was clearly crying, appeared to be wearing pajama pants now that I'm observing more, and he has bags under eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.

No doubt the excessive noise and screaming is what prompted a guard to start approaching the young man.

“Oh crap…..” I said, and grabbed my stuff, walking over to them as fast as I could to try and get to them before the guard could.

He was closer to them though, so he beat me.

“Sir, Where is your Dom, and why aren't they present? We can't have those kids screaming like that. This is a public venue. Where is your master?”

I had to think up a plan quick. I made myself look a bit out of breath.

“Sorry honey! I'm back!” I said dramatically to seem like I ran to him. I sat beside him and put my hand atop his thigh. “I apologize sir for the noise. I needed the restroom. I'll take care of it right away.”

The man nodded once, and retreated behind the counter he came from.

Thank god he hadn't previously seen me sitting alone with my book only two rows away not even 30 seconds ago, and for the past hour and a half.

I took my hand off of the young dad's leg, and turned to face him when the security had gone.

“Thank you so much.” He whispered with a head bowed low, and with a dark red blush staining his cheeks.

Part of me knew I shouldn't have done that. It is illegal for him to be without his Dom in public at all let alone a VERY public venue like this, but something was wrong here. There is a reason he is here alone, and a bus station?

He must be running.

“No problem hun. Are you alright?” I asked, speaking over the baby's wails. The young girl that was previously demanding treats had stopped her screaming for now, distracted by a stranger coming over, but I sensed she'd only stopped because she was curious to hear everything. Plus, surely she can feel that I am Dominant.

“Yes. I- I'm okay. And thank you. Very much. Sorry to disturb you.” He said, and I just shook my head at him.

“It's okay. You don't have to apologize. But…. I am worried. Where is your dominant?”

He only bit his lip and started to rock the car-seat on the floor with his foot. After a minute or so, I reproached. “Um….. Sir?”

Me referring to him as ‘sir' with him being a submissive had affected him with confusion, but I didn't know his name, so I couldn't think of how else to address him. But he had to feel some pain also because I had asked him a question, and he did not answer. Inside, he had to be breaking from ignoring someone with dominant blood.

“DadddYYYYYYY!!” The little girl SCREAMED the last letter starting up her demands again.” I. WANT. MONEY!!!!” Her father's current surge in vulnerability in this moment was surely cueing her demands.

The submissive just grabbed the little girl into a hug that she profusely resisted and tried to break out of. But he kept on trying to soothe her. She only screamed insufferably, and still attracting attention with the noise, I had do something. If I didn't control the situation like his Dom was mandated to, the guard would come back over here and write me a ‘Retraining' ticket.

(Dom's who fail to keep their subs in line in public places may be ticketed and fined)

I pulled the girl's body completely from her sub father's embrace and took her by the hand. “Stop it.” I said firmly.

She froze.

“It is not acceptable for you to treat your daddy that way. He is your parent and you are supposed to respect him.”

She looked at me with a big half confused expression. “But he has to give me what I want cus I'm in charge!”

….. What the hell had this girl been taught?…… “No you are not. And you are going to get daddy in trouble with your screaming like that! Then you REALLY won't get anything! So stop it, now. Enough!” I responded in a harsh voice.

The little girl blinked and lowered her head.

Dominant kids can turn seemingly submissive when an adult dominates them. Their little brains and bodies haven't developed enough to be resilient from other Doms who are adults.

The little girl, I think I heard her dad call her Kendra or something, sat on the bench now beside her dad with crossed arms in defiance, but finally, she had a closed mouth.

The dad was now fumbling with the baby in his arms, rocking him back and forth, and bouncing and shushing loudly, trying to soothe him, but to no avail.

I hesitated to help because I don't know these people, but not for long. He needed help. “May I help? Please?”

He resisted at first though. “No, it's okay, I can… I just need…….” But his sentences had no completion.

I knew that if I commanded him, he would hand the baby over to me willingly, but that is taking advantage, and I will not do that. I do however need to give him a little push. He will get caught without a doubt getting onto the bus without my assistance now.

“Let me help. Please.” I offered, but in a way that without the ‘please', it was a command, and his shoulders slumped. He resigned the bundle of blankets into my hands and dropped his head back, his obedience calming his body since he was submitting.

This man was under unknown amounts of stress, and I am determined to find out why.

And where the hell this guy's Dom?

Directing my attention to the baby in my hands to calm his wails, I looked at the little (I checked under the blanket and saw a tiny ‘s' on his shoulder beneath his onesie,) submissive baby boy and started shushing him. The blue blanket was what told me he was a baby boy. “Enough little one.” I said softly.

His cries instantly died down from inconsolable screams, to quiet whimpers and sniffles, but he was okay. He smelled a bit like a dirty diaper, which might explain the crying, but surely, he must be stressed too.

“Do you have diapers hun?” I asked the sub dad, looking around to see that he had no bags with him. Nothing at all that made it look like they were traveling.

He shook his head, shame and humiliation shone in his eyes.

Something is definitely wrong. What is he doing here?

I had to have quick thinking though, as the baby in my arms was still whimpering, holding back his cries simply because he is unable not to submit to my dominance. His diaper is full, and he is likely in pain so I had to try and truly solve his upset rather than just suspend it by dominating. I reached into the laptop bag on my shoulder and grabbed a 20 dollar bill from my wallet.

“Little girl? Can you go over to that little corner shop and get a-“…..I looked beneath the blankets again to see the diaper size the baby was wearing, “A size 2 diaper, and some baby wipes for your daddy please?”

She took the money from me slowly, but looked up at me. “Mr. Dom man? I'm hungry! Can I get a candy bar?” She asked sweetly, yet somehow I still saw it as whiny and irritating.

I looked to her dad and he still had his head thrown back and his eyes closed.

I made a snap decision. “How about you get some chips and a drink for yourself okay? And a water.”

She suddenly had a big grin on her face. “Ok!” And she turned and ran to the concession stand by the ticket counter.

I thought about handing the dad his baby back, but I decided to hang onto him for a moment. The young submissive was clearly in dire need of the break I was offering.

Worried about him still though, I proceeded to put an encouraging hand on the small of his back between his shoulder-blades.

With two quiet children, it was time to get answers; so I started with my quest.

“What's your name sweetheart? I asked, with a tired and drooping to sleep baby in my hands.

I smiled a bit at the little one while I waited for his dad to answer; he really is a cutie pie.

“Blaine…” he said almost inaudibly. “Blaine Anderson.” He paused before adding, “Anderson-Masters.”

I took his hesitance to mean that the last part was his Dom's name. But Blaine.

Blaine.

His name really did match his face. He looked like a Blaine. Son of the Gaelic god of Yellow, meaning God Of Sunshine.

“Please. Please don't report me sir.” He plead, and his giant hazel eyes were just goading me like no other to help him. I did not see the sunshine in this clearly broken man. I saw;

Save me…

Please help…

What is he running from?

I rubbed his back. “I'm not going to report you. But where is your Dom?” I asked, oozing my concern. “And why are you here at a bus terminal with no coat, or even luggage, but yourself AND two kids and no luggage for them either?”

He didn't answer right away, and Kendra or whoever came back running to us (I really needed to ask what her name was) and handed me a traveling baby bunch pack, and then sat back next to her dad with her treats in her hand.

“Kid? Where's my change?” I asked with a hand out, waiting.

She got back up and handed it to me with a discouraged, “Oh…”

She thought she was sneaky. Poor Blaine… This one is definitely a handful for sure.

When I got my remaining bills and coins from her, she walked away discouraged, and I opened the package she'd given me. It was very lucky we were at one of the more main layaway stations so they had this traveling pack at all. It had a baby bottle, a little packet of formula, and a diaper with a small pack of wipes in it.

Blaine accepted the bag of baby things as I handed it to him, then turned to his baby son. I handed him back to his father and he turned to kneel, and place little baby boy on the chair to change his diaper. He still hadn't answered, but I figured, let me give him some time to focus on his little one before asking again.

He filled the infant bottle with the water and generic formula powder from the bag and fed the boy the bottle.

Both kids were now quiet, and all of the attention was off of this group now from the other ‘will be' passengers for the first time since I'd walked over to them.

Time to talk again.

“So what's his name?” I asked, getting quiet information I should definitely have before I continue questioning him.

The tired father was staring into his son's little teary eyes with apology, rocking back and forth with him. “Wyatt.” He answered with a small smile turning up his lips with a bit of pride.

He clear as day loved his baby. It made me REALLY wonder how long ago he was born. Size two diapers, he was still quite a wee one.

“My name is Kennedy!” she announced. I smiled at her. “Nice to meet you Kennedy.” I said, then turned back to Blaine. “Where are you headed?”

Slowly, he looked into my eyes now with sadness. Seeing him more clearly now with him making real eye contact with me, I saw that he had gorgeous green eyes, not hazel like they appeared before; and though his face was tear stained, and bags covered the majority of his cheeks, he was a very gorgeous man.

“C-California.”

I just blinked. “Ok. Is that where your Dominant is?”

Blaine was very quiet now, and skeptical to answer.

“Look, Blaine… I want to help you. If you get caught by someone in security or Dom alliance, they will alert the sub-authorities, and you're kids will be taken from you. I only want to help you.” I tried to reassure. “Please talk to me.”

Blaine again had fresh tears running down his red cheeks now. He was very distraught.

“………….I don't have a Dom.”

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