Someone opened the door from the other side, and with a few extra steps, I was inside.
Following the receptionist, or whatever she was—welcoming committee?—further in, we walked towards another woman standing off to the side, talking to a man. This woman was older, with leather everything. Thigh high boots, in leather. A body suit, in leather. Gloves, in what also looked like leather.
"Mistress Claire, I have a new one. Would you show her around and inform her on how we do it here?" The brunette spoke with respect, but as she turned to look at me, her eyes once again showed signs of judgment.
Why? What could possibly judge me off? It couldn't be because I was considering joining, not with her working here. That would've been double standard.
"Of course, Jennifer. I'll take good care of her." Claire, or Mistress Claire, looked at me with warmth, the complete opposite Jennifer had. It immediately put me at ease, or at least, a little.
Jennifer gave Claire a nod before moving back to the door, and out of sight.
"Hello dear, what's your name?" Claire asked, the man I had seen her talking to was long gone.
"Emily, Mistress?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but I was unsure as to how to refer to her as.
"Mistress is completely fine," She chuckled. "Is it your first time at a BDSM club?"
"Yes, I'd always wanted to try, but I've been gathering up the courage," I admitted as I looked around, taking in all I could see from here—not wanting to miss a single thing.
"Completely understandable to be nervous your first time, everyone is. It can be a frightening thing to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. Some come with their friends or partner, which helps them explore while also having someone to 'hold their hand' so to speak." She started walking, and I went with her.
"I don't... I'm not really open about my sexual desires with my friends, and I don't have a partner." The den was dimly lit with a reddish glow, I could still see everything clearly, but it made the setting more... sensual, as if it offered a sense of privacy in the midst of a crowd. I could hear Claire speak, without the music drowning out her voice.
As I took in the view, I couldn't help but feel giddy. The nervousness was temporarily forgotten. We went by someone in the middle of a play, with people standing around to watch. A man hung from a cross, like many I had read about, while a woman circled him with a whip. I could hear the smack as she hit him, and his groans of either pleasure or pain, but probably both. He was completely naked, and from where I stood, I could see red marks on different parts of him. His dick was hard and leaking of precum.
"It's called a scene. Those are two of our frequent members, they love the cross. As you can see by the marks on him, there's places she won't hit. Kidneys, among other things, because it can bruise them. You never want to have a dom who doesn't know his stuff, or he or she could cause you serious hurt." I must have stopped walking, because she had to backtrack a little as she explained what was going on.
I tried not to stare at the scene in front of me, but I couldn't help but look. It was pornographic, and interesting to see. I couldn't help but feel aroused at the show they were putting on for the silent watchers.
"I forgot to ask, are you a dom or a sub, or maybe a sex slave?" Claire asked as I motioned for us to continue our walk.
"Definitely not a sex slave," I gasped, unprepared for the mention of being a slave. "I'm a sub, at least, that's what attracted me when it comes to BDSM. I want someone to take control of me in bed. Only in bed." My eyes scanned the room, wanting to see everything at once.
Claire chuckled as she led me to another section. This one had a woman on a pedestal, her hands and feet hogtied, with the rope attached to the ceiling. She was completely naked, except for a blindfold over her eyes. It was weird to see another woman in the nude in real life, but not as weird as I thought it would be. I couldn't help but envision myself in her position, tied up and helpless while the man could do whatever he wanted to me. I could feel slick wetness seeping from my pussy, soaking my panties as I continued watching. The scene was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, not even my favorite p**n could measure to seeing the real thing.
I was jealous as the dom by her side used a feather to stroke her inner thighs. Her stomach clenched from the sensations. Fuck. I wanted to feel what she felt, to do what she did. I wanted to be her.
This was why I was here, to experience it for myself. And I hoped I didn't have to wait long until I could participate in this kind of delicious kink.
"There's nothing wrong with being a sex slave, but it's not for everyone. I wouldn't advise anyone new to the community to try it out right away. Start with something less... intense. Ease yourself into it." She nodded towards the scene in front of us. "New beginners might see this as something easy to start with, but it isn't always so. It takes a lot to let someone tie you up and place a blindfold on you. You have to trust your dom and know he or she would do what you could handle and nothing more. It can take a while to build up that trust. Right now, he's teasing her senses. A stroke of a feather can be felt more clearly when your sight is taken away. The same can be said for taste. You don't know what to expect, so your body is more attuned to that feeling or taste," She explained. I could understand what she meant, and I found the thought thrilling; I wanted to try that out.
God, there were so many things I wanted to try out. I couldn't wait to start.
"Whenever You're ready, I'll show you where we have the bar. I remember how exciting it was the first few times I watched scenes, so we didn't have to hurry." I could see that she meant it and would happily let me watch a while longer, butI didn't mind going. I could always come back if I wanted to see some more, andI had a feeling I would come back. I wanted to see more. More of everything
"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 anonymi
"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