"It's fine, we can continue." I gave her a grateful smile, happy about how understanding she was. She made me feel welcome.
"Alright. Where were we? Oh yes. Not every scene is staged here. As you can see, we have several doors that lead to rooms, both private for those who don't wish for anyone to watch them and others for members who want to watch. We also have private viewing rooms, where you can see a scene undisturbed behind a one-way mirror. No one will be able to see you, but you can see them." It was a lot to take in; I almost felt dizzy from the amount of information I was getting.
I didn't know much about Desire's den, only that it was exclusive and that they didn't have much information made public. The website had also mentioned that it was a cross between a dungeon and a sex club, seeing as public sex was permitted there, while a dungeon normally didn't allow it. I honestly didn't know why I chose this club when there were many others available in New York, but the anonymity of DD drew me in.
"Here's the bar. We have another one upstairs, but it's only for VIP members," Claire explained further. I had noticed that dark oak was a recurrence at this place. First, with the doors, and now with the bar. It was perfect for the sensual setting. As we stepped closer to the bar, I saw padded benches in the same type of oak.
Claire held out a hand, showcasing this side of the building. "This is one of the sitting areas. I'll show you the other in a minute. If you want to socialize with other members, this is the perfect place to do so. It's a great way to get to know others in this community."
There were several people here as well, some in groups and others with just two. Even if I was as prepared as I could be on what to expect at the club, it still shocked me when I saw a woman sitting on the floor with a collar. A leash was attached to it, which another woman sitting on a bench held. She sometimes tugged at the leash, but I didn't know what that meant.
"We have several rules in place here at Desire's Den to assure the safety of our members. A two-drink only rule is one of them. Drunk equals mistakes, and we can't allow that to happen. If anyone disregards our rules, they are kicked out at once. There's no second chance."
I nodded along as Claire filled me in on how their club worked. I could understand where they were coming from, and it made me feel protected if I ever decided to choose this club, which didn't look that improbable.
She moved through the bar and further in; towards a door I hadn't noticed. "In here is another sitting area. This is used for aftercare when doms take care of their subs after a scene. If you're ever in here, you don't interact with anyone besides your Dom. It's important to be quiet so the Subs can be brought down gently after a scene." I'd read about that, the aftercare. It seemed to be a vital part of BDSM and one that intrigued me. I wondered how it felt to be taken care of like that.
Claire didn't go in but instead showed me the door before turning around again. "We don't need to go in there; you'll see it if you decide to become a member."
Through the entire tour, I'd been so engaged that I had forgotten about my own state of nakedness. When we sat down on one of the bar stools, I jumped a little at the feel of the slightly cold leather against my bare thighs. While a huge part of me felt self-conscious when I got reminded of my lack of clothing, another part of me felt freeing. There was something that could be said about owning and accepting the body you were born with.
Looking around from this new advantage point, I could see most of the floor. On my right side, across from me, were the sections with the different scenes. It was six in total; four I hadn't even seen when Claire showed me around. A little away from the sections were the doors, which I hoped I could explore sometime. I saw the stairs going to the upper level, with a man at the bottom, presumably making sure only VIPs got up.
I could feel eyes on me, and when I turned, I saw the man behind the bar sizing me up. He was classically handsome, with short blond hair and blue eyes. I blushed as I looked away. The man wasn't my type, but he still looked good.
"Want a drink? This one's on me," Claire smiled, tapping her hand leisurely on the bar top.
"I would love one," I accepted, smiling warmly back. I really liked this woman.
"Chris," She turned to the man serving the bar. "Could we get a gin for me and...?" She looked quizzically at me.
"Scotch on the rocks, please."
"And scotch on the rocks for this pretty lady?" Claire finished our order.
Chris walked up to us, stopping close by me. "Of course. But first, who's this?" he asked Claire while he looked at me so attentively it made my heart beat a little faster.
"Chris, this is Emily. Emily, this is Sir Chris, although he only wishes to be called sir by his submissive."
"A pleasure to meet you, Emily. I hope you like what you see?" His voice was slightly deep, with just enough of a bass to make my pussy clench.
After everything I'd seen today, I was beyond horny, and I was desperate for relief. My body apparently wasn't as picky as my mind was.
See? Oh, he probably meant the club.
"Yes, very much," I answered politely. He seemed pleased by my answer and went on to make our drinks.
"Really?" Claire said as he left, lifting her brow at me, looking surprised. "I took you more as a Margarita kind of girl."
I laughed. "The first time I ordered a drink at a bar, scotch on the rocks was the only drink I knew. It was my dad's go-to, and it also became mine." Truth be told, I usually struggled in social settings. At first, I didn't like the taste of Scotch, but it was the only thing I felt comfortable ordering. I would've just stumbled over the names of other drinks if I ordered them, so I didn't. With time, it became my favorite as well.
"To each their own, I guess. So, now that I have shown you what we have to offer, do you have any questions?"
If I had questions? I was nearly exploding with them. "You mentioned rules. I would like to know what they are."
"Well, we always give out a list to all of our new members. But yes, we have several in place to protect both the dominants and the submissive. I've told you about the drinking and the aftercare. We also do not allow anyone to touch another person without consent. Consent is our law; we live it and breathe it. You also don't touch anyone's toys without permission. Always negotiate your role before you enter a scene. Safewords are non-negotiable; every submissive needs to have one. Don't interrupt any scenes you're not a part of. Follow the dress code, which I see you have no problem with. By the way, I love your outfit. It's very sexy."
At that, I blushed. I'd never been comfortable in my own body. Whenever I had sex, the lights were turned off. I wanted to shed that and learn to love it. I hoped coming here today, walking around with little to cover my body with, would help with that.
"Thanks, I was a little unsure if this was okay," I admitted. The invitation on the kink site I visited only said something sexy and black. Lingerie was suggested, though, among other things, like leather.
"Nonsense, you nailed it. Trust me, I saw at least ten people eying you as soon as you stepped into the room."
Wow, I didn't know that. I'd been too nervous to notice.
"Back to the rules. You are only allowed to do acts of play and nudity in the assigned areas. There are a few others, but you don't need to know them now."
"That sounds reasonable. What about..." I trailed off as something caught my eye. At the upper level, by the railing, stood three men, all dressed in suits. I couldn't see them clearly, but that didn't keep me from staring. They were tall, with muscular bodies hidden beneath the well-fitted suits—that much, at least, I could see. Two of them had dark hair, somewhat short in length, while the third had shoulder-length light brown, maybe blond hair.
There was something about these men...this aura around them that stole my attention. When I looked around the room, I saw several others gawk at the men as well.
Evenfrom so far away, I could feel their power. These men were not to be trifled with.
"They're not for you," Claire commented.I wrenched my gaze from the men, looking guiltily at the glass which Chris had placed in front of us. Had I been that obvious in staring at them? "What?" I murmured, embarrassed about being caught."Them." Claire nodded in their direction. "They're not for you. They don't seek a... submissive."Scrunching my brows, unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean? Are they looking for dominants?" That couldn't be true, not from the immense authority they each expelled."No. They're looking for a slave," She answered casually as if she was talking about the weather.Wanting someone to dominate you, I could understand, but wanting a master? Having someone to control you not just in the bedroom, but everywhere? At all times? That, I couldn't envision anyone wanting. But clearly, someone did want that; it just wasn't me."There's no point in speculating, either way, they're the most goddamned pickiest men I've ever met. They've tried finding one for yea
Years. We'd been trying to find the perfect slave for us for years. I was tired and bored with all the searching. You'd think owning a dungeon would help the cause, but no one caught our attention, at least, not all of ours. It happened that either Mat or I found one we wanted to give a try, though that person rarely held our interest for more than a couple of fucks.I rubbed my neck in frustration, looking down at the sea of people, not really registering anything or anyone."Are you guys coming to the wedding this weekend?" Mat asked, dragging me out of my thoughts."Huh?" I turned towards him, disregarding the people downstairs. I should probably go down there and make sure the open house went smoothly, but that's why I had people working for me, so I didn't need to.Mat was the most charming man out of the three of us. With his dirty blond hair, warm blue eyes, and easy smile—he was a hit with the women. People always gravitated towards Mat; they couldn't help themselves. He had a
My mind was going amok with thoughts of how to find this woman—. I had to call my private investigator, that was for sure, I couldn't find her on my own.How could everything change in a blink of an eye? I wasn't saying that she was the one, fuck, that would've been ridiculous. But... I couldn't just let her go either, not without getting to know her, to see if she would fit in with us. The whole "what if" was what stuck with me. She stole my attention as soon as I saw her. That had to count for something, right?Maybe, after waiting so long for a slave, I was getting desperate—we were getting desperate. That was more possible than her actually being the one for us. Maybe what happened was, we saw a beautiful woman, and that should have been that, but desperation... man... that could fuck a person up.Even if she could end up being another of the hundreds we'd met that didn't suit us, I still needed to meet her. I wouldn't rule anything out until then."Hey... where did Gideon go?" Ma
The smell of tobacco mixed with a hint of cognac filled the air as Gideon puffed. I wasn't much of a smoker, but I liked to enjoy a good cigar once in a while. Gideon, on the other hand, could smoke with the best of them, cigars, cigarettes, pot... though, he preferred simple Marlboro.With my drink in hand, I waited in the quiet company of Gideon. He wasn't a fan of filling the silence with unnecessary talk, so I kept shut. My leg bounced restlessly as the clock ticked.Finally, the door opened, and a grim-looking Mat entered."Well?" I prompted him as soon as he got inside, anxious to know more about this woman."It was her first time visiting a dungeon of any kind. She said Emily was a submissive, and definitely not a slave." Mat went to the table and grabbed his empty glass. Glancing at me to see if I needed a refill as well.I shook my head in answer and swore. "How did she know that?""She asked. Apparently, Emily didn't like the thought of being a slave, at least not by the loo
I cursed as the alarm woke me up. I'd been in the middle of the most erotic dream. All I wanted was to go back to sleep, continuing right from where it had ended; It had just started to get interesting.The mysterious woman in my dream had been running away from me, from Gideon and Mat. Her ass jiggled with each step as she hurried towards the door in front of us. She wanted us to catch her, and fuck, I wanted to. I wanted to catch her and drag her back to the others, punishing her for even trying to get away.She had made a mistake, running into a room with nowhere to escape. My friends caught up with us and slammed the door closed and locked it.I had seen her tits move up and down as she heaved for breath. I couldn't see her face in the dream, but she had curves that almost brought me down to my knees."You can't outrun us," I had said as I took a step in her direction. The woman pressed herself against the wall. To someone else, she might've looked scared, but we had known otherwi
A week later, and I still felt mortified. I couldn't believe that I didn't think before I went to that club. Of course, a club like that would be expensive; I should've realized that given how exclusive it was. But no, I went headfirst into Desire's Den without any thought whatsoever. It was odd because that wasn't who I really was. I overthought and overanalyzed every situation before going forth with anything. I guess the reason I didn't do it now was that I didn't want to give myself an excuse to avoid going at all. And now I regret it.I hadn't researched any other BDSM clubs in the city afterward, even though the craving to explore submission was heightened much more after seeing it with my own eyes. I just... if I got burned once, I usually avoided getting burned again. For the first time in my life, I stepped out of my comfort zone—way out of my comfort zone, and I was left humiliated. Did that make me want to try again? Hell no."Get me a dry martini with lemon peel, shaken, S
Late at night, or early morning—depending on what you'd consider five am to be—we finally locked up. My legs were killing me, and my stomach complained about the too-small meal I had several hours ago.It had taken forever to get the customers out, count the money, and turn out the lights. But, when I stepped out of the building, I breathed a little easier.Money was tight as it was—being a college student living off-campus in New York City, but this job helped considerably. The tips were great, as were the paycheck I got every other week when I worked that weekend."Do you want me to wait with you at the bus stop?" Mark, my manager, asked as soon as we got outside.My pride wanted to say no, I didn't need anyone to watch over me, that I could handle myself. But... this was in the middle of the city. I would admit, I was scared of being on my own at this hour."It won't be too much of a problem for you?" I questioned, but I knew he would say no like he always did."Of course not, come
I was naked, switching between too warm and too cold; there was no middle ground. My skin was covered in a light sweat, and my nipples were puckered into two tight bundles of nerves."Is this what you wanted?" A man with a smooth, silky voice asked.It was dark, too dark for me to see anything but a shadow of a man. He towered over me, and I... I was tied to something, I realized—both at my ankles and wrists. The rope pressed into the skin as I tested the strength cords; it was a little uncomfortable and a whole lot delicious.St. Andrew's crosses, the thought flashed in my mind. Was that what I was attached to?Whack.Something hit me on my thigh, bringing a bite of pain with it. The sting was everything I'd ever imagined it would be, and far too brief, disappearing soon after that initial hit."I asked you something, and you would do well to answer me," he commanded, and my pussy clenched at the sound."Yes," I moaned, looking up at him through hazy eyes.Whack."Yes, what?" My puss