by Desiree Holt
Tapping the plain white business card against her fingers, she watched each time the door of the huge old house opened to admit clients, then closed again. She stared at the card again, still wondering where it had come from. She’d been having lunch with a client, headed for the ladies room after her guest had left, and when she returned to the table the card was sitting there at her place. It was little more than a plain, white card made of heavy stock and the legend 1-800-DOM-help printed on it.
The idea of a helpline for people in her lifestyle had given her a few minutes of hysterical giggles. But she’d sucked it up, placed the call, spoken to the anonymous voice and—wonder of wonders!—someone actually came on the line to answer her questions.
“You’d be surprised to know that you aren’t the only person in the life who’s found a need to change roles.” Leila, the woman she’d been connected with, sounded warm and friendly.
“I just don’t know where to begin,” Dani said honestly.
“You’ve already spent many years as a sub,” Leila pointed out. “That gives you a leg up on someone testing the waters for the first time. I can give you some tips on how to behave, what to do and say. And of course, what to stay away from.”
“Please.” The woman’s soothing voice took the edge off her nervousness. “That’s why I’m calling.”
“All right. And we’ll need to vet you first. It’s important to make sure, before your first session, that you come to us with proper recommendations.”
“Of course,” she agreed, clutching the phone a little tighter. She knew she could count on Alan to vouch for her.
“Additionally,” the voice went on, “we’ll have an instructor with you to get your session started and an experienced sub who knows the score.”
That, more than anything, made Dani feel relieved. It meant whoever she connected with would be someone who was aware of what to expect and who had agreed to a session with her.
“I will assign you to G,” Leila continued. “She will select your sub. Just give your name at the door when you arrive.”
Which was how she ended up standing here in front of a fetish club she’d never heard of before.
Go on, chicken. Don’t back out now.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and pressed the buzzer beside the door. The heavy oak structure swung open soundlessly and a huge man with a bald head smiled at her. A bouncer, although the more upscale clubs preferred to call them gatekeepers. She handed him the business card, as instructed, and he ushered her inside.
“I’m Hayden,” he told her. “Are you meeting someone? Or did you prefer to look for a while?”
“I, um, am meeting a woman here. Her name is G?” She made it a question, because she wasn’t sure there would really be someone waiting for her with just an initial for a name.
The bouncer consulted a book on a stand, made a checkmark and nodded. “Yes. G is waiting for you.” He snapped his fingers and a woman wearing only a leather miniskirt and matching straps circling her breasts came forward. “Please show our guest to the lounge. Mistress G is expecting her.”
“Of course.” She smiled at Dani. “This way.”
The short corridor off the foyer opened up to a wide public area paneled in a rich, dark wood, with thick carpeting and comfortable furniture. At a bar against one wall a tall, lean female bartender in a sexy halter top and low-riding shorts was pouring drinks. People sat in various stages of undress, sipping drinks and eating. Laughing. Talking. A man leaned against one wall observing everything.
The dungeon Master. There to make sure safe words were observed and people did not break the rules. She knew that those people outside the life had distorted views of what actually went on in fetish clubs. In the life itself. They had no idea how many ways properly controlled punishment could produce incredible pleasure, or how serving a Master or Mistress to please them actually gave ultimate control to the sub. It was such a complex way of life, but one that Dani had found very fulfilling since the first time she’d been introduced to it.
Dani spotted a trio of two men and a woman. The woman was wearing only a thin gold collar and sat between two men, her thighs spread wide. One of them held a leash attached to the collar and was fondling a breast. The other had a hand between her thighs and was stroking her cunt. Dani could tell the woman was using all her discipline to allow the fondling and not climax until they gave her permission. In another area an athletic-looking man was sipping on a drink while a striking brunette with masses of curls and ripe, full breasts was sucking on his cock, her fingers wrapped around it to hold it in place.
The lounge and bar overlooked two rooms with glass walls with heavy velvet curtains, which were open at the moment. In one room Dani saw a man and a woman, the woman naked and stretched out on a spanking bench, the man in the process of fastening the restraints on her ankles and wrists. In the other room two men were stroking the body of a woman stretched between them with her arms pulled taut above her head. The audience was watching as if a movie was unfolding.
She was familiar with the public rooms. Every club she frequented had them. Usually they were reserved by the most experienced Masters and Mistresses who were skilled at putting on a show. Dani had no idea who was in those rooms tonight. In fact, it occurred to her as she glanced around that she hadn’t seen one familiar face since she’d entered the club.
Strange. She thought she’d see at least one person she knew. The lack of familiarity only enhanced the edge of anticipation she’d been riding since she made the appointment.
Dani remembered many times she’d been the star in a room just like those, always with partners she chose not to see outside a club environment. But she also knew that tonight the room she’d be in would be totally private. Instructions were never given in a public venue.
“Here we are.”
The miniskirted attendant paused at a small conversation area. A striking redhead sat with her long, slim legs crossed, her lithe body shown off to advantage in a dress of some material that clung lovingly to her frame. Next to her was a man who made Dani’s mouth water just looking at him. Although he was seated she could tell he was tall, and the silk shirt and tailored trousers he wore didn’t do much to conceal his lean, muscular frame. Dark blond hair hung just to his shirt collar, framing a face with high cheekbones, a sensuous mouth and hazel eyes that appeared to change color even as she stared at him.
“Miss Dani Maguire,” the attendant said by way of introduction.
Both people rose.
“Hello, Dani.” The woman smiled and held out her hand. “I’m G. I will be your instructor tonight if you decide to proceed.”
“If I…” Dani shook her head. “I thought that’s why I was here.”
“It is. But if something in this initial meeting disturbs either of you, then we’ll cancel and reschedule you with another sub. We make every effort not to be…clinical about our arrangements.”
Dani felt a flush creep up her cheeks. “Yes. Of course you’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for.” She turned to the man. “Dani, this is Ethan Corelli. He is a trained submissive, currently without a partner. He often comes here just for an evening’s interaction. He’s participated in training sessions before and indicated he was eager to meet you. Discuss the possibilities for the evening. Ethan, mind your manners. Greet your Mistress for the evening properly.”
So he was unattached. Not someone just lent to her for the evening but a sub with no Mistress. She should have known. Just because she’d always had an escort when she’d visited clubs didn’t mean everyone did. In point of fact, she knew people who came specifically to find a partner.
Dani stared when Ethan rose, took her hand in his large one and bowed his head. He was definitely a mouthwatering specimen of masculinity, well over six feet and the silk shirt and tailored slacks he was wearing did little to hide the lean, muscular body they covered.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mist
ress Dani.”
Her first acknowledgement of her new role. A ribbon of thrill danced through her.
His deep voice seemed to wrap itself around her like a cloud of erotic heat and when she shook his hand a charge of electricity surged through her so strong it actually made her tremble.
She’d come here tonight to learn techniques as a Mistress, confident that an experienced sub would make her transition from sub to Domme an easy one. She hadn’t expected such an instant connection. She sensed a raw energy pulsing beneath that controlled exterior and her heart pounded so hard she had to make a conscious effort to control her pulse. As casually as possible she extracted her hand and silently prayed for a calm demeanor. She couldn’t afford for either her instructor or this man to reject her.
“Thank you,” she told him. “And for me. You may sit down again.” Thank god she’d been a sub for enough years to learn the rules of etiquette.
She sat in a comfortable armchair set at an angle to the low couch, her knees bumping up against his thigh. Just that simple contact made her tingle everywhere. How on earth would she get through this training session when there was every possibility this man could erode her self-control? Not a good reaction for a Mistress.
When she made the appointment she was worried she’d had no idea what kind of man she’d end up with. She’d paid little attention to male subs on the visits she’d made with her Doms to fetish clubs. All she could hope was she wouldn’t end up with some weak-kneed male who would be so easy to control there wouldn’t be a challenge. Although why that image had popped into her mind she had no idea. She certainly hadn’t been a mouse in any of her own relationships as a sub, but she worried with a role reversal the man would be different. Obviously she was mistaken. This man was a thoroughbred stallion she’d have to keep on a tight rein. The hunger for control sizzled through her.
“Your orders, please?”
A waitress in a very short, sheer dress with a neckline that exposed almost every bit of her breasts had appeared beside them.
“Ice water,” Dani told her. All of her Masters had drilled into her the necessity of abstaining from alcohol before play. Nothing could be allowed to cloud judgment and create problems.
The others ordered the same. Ethan leaned back and let his gaze roam her body, almost daring her to object. Then, as if having accomplished his purpose, he lowered his gaze.
The ice water was delivered and Dani sipped hers slowly, taking in every inch of the man sitting beside her. Her gaze focused on Ethan’s full, sensuous lips. Beautiful lips. She could just imagine them closing around her nipple, his hands restrained behind him. Unable to stimulate her with anything but the beautiful mouth. Or perhaps on his knees before her, those same full lips enclosing her clit, his tongue lapping the length of her wet flesh and thrusting inside her at her command.
Under the guise of easy conversation G asked Dani many questions, probing for her true knowledge of D/s rules. Ethan spoke only when he was addressed directly, as befitted a trained sub. Although his expression was arranged in what she assumed was meant to be an expression of subservience and humility, Dani felt his gaze again caressing every inch of her. There was enough iron strength beneath the submissive nature to make him very interesting. She shivered and moisture flooded her cunt. Oh yes, Ethan Corelli would do very nicely.
“I want to ensure,” G said, “that Ethan is the perfect sub for this evening. He’s been trained by the best and carries no baggage with him. Nothing that would interfere with our activities.”
“That’s good to know,” Dani said. She certainly didn’t want to start out with someone carrying baggage from previous relationships.
“Permission to speak, Mistress?” Ethan asked.
She nodded. “Of course.”
“Mistress G told me you’ve been a submissive for some time now.” His deep voice stroked over her.
“Yes.” She cleared her throat, aware that G was carefully watching the interplay between them. “I’ve had a number of successful relationships.”
A smile played over his lips. “Would I be out of line if I asked what made you want to change roles?” She knew that was a bold question for a sub to ask but she chose to answer him. He of all people had the right to know.
“Not at all.” She took a sip of her drink. “For some time I’ve been convinced I wanted much more out of my relationships. Something that gave me deeper satisfaction. I wanted to be the one in control, managing the pleasure for both myself and my partners. When I began to resent the dominance of my last partner I knew it was time to explore this other side of myself.” She studied his face, saw the question barely concealed in his eyes. “I know all the rules, Ethan. I have a good reputation in the community. You can trust me. I want you to believe I will never betray that trust in any way.”
The hazel eyes darkened to a soft gray. “Then I will do my best to make the evening a fulfilling one for you.” He lifted his glass to her in the sign of a toast.
She nodded, even as she saw his gaze rake over her again.
“I see you enjoy looking at me.”
“You are very pleasant to look at, Mistress. If I may have your permission to say so.”
“Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. But from now on you will only look at my breasts when I tell you to.”
Dani saw G swallow a smile and nod almost imperceptibly.
“Did you hear me, Ethan?” she asked. “You didn’t acknowledge me.”
“I did. And I beg your forgiveness for that lapse. I promise you it won’t happen again. Will you now allow me to look at the lush perfection of your breasts? They are very tantalizing.”
Oh, this man could be big trouble. Already he’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel.
Dani just knew he was already figuring out how to push her buttons while still serving as a very good sub. His gaze was focused intently on her chest and a funny feeling sizzled through her. None of the Doms she’d been with had ever elicited that kind of reaction from her. That kind of connection. And she wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. Should she ask for another sub?
No! Are you a fool?
She didn’t want anyone else. She wanted him. After tonight she probably wouldn’t see him again anyway. If G approved she’d be free to look for her own sub, or maybe just troll the clubs she frequented, changing partners until she found one whom she related to. Wanted to build something with.
Him! I want him!
Mentally she shook herself, what the hell was going on with her, anyway?
“Remove your shirt,” she ordered, unable to deny herself any longer whatever was beneath his clothing.
Eyes lowered appropriately, Ethan unfastened each button, tugged the fabric from his waistband and shrugged out of the cloth. Her breath caught in her throat at the beautiful, hard expanse of chest, dusted with curls of dark gold. She reached out a hand and ran it lightly over his skin, feeling the kiss of his chest hair and the hardness of his muscles. Very lightly she scraped a fingertip over his nipples, one at a time, and was rewarded by a tensing of his body. When she dropped her eyes to his crotch she saw his cock was tenting nicely against his fly. Almost as an afterthought she brushed her hand over his slacks, bumping up against what promised to be a cock of magnificent proportions.
“I see that I arouse you, Ethan.”
He kept his eyes lowered, although she was sure he wanted to look up at her. “Yes, Mistress. You have a wonderful touch.”
“I hope you still feel that way when we finish with our session.”
“I’m sure I will.”
The restrained heat in his voice was very evident, giving his words a slightly hard edge. Oh yes, this was the best possible sub the club could have assigned to her.
“Now I’d like you to take off your shoes. When I made the appointment through the operator of 1-800-DOM-help, among other things I asked that you not wear socks. Did you obey?” For some reason she loved looking at a man’s naked feet. Graceful feet
somehow were an indication of a graceful body, of one that made sexual pleasure an erotic dance.
“I did.” He toed off the loafers he was wearing and waited while she studied his feet.
“Yes. Very nice.” She took a long swallow of her drink. “Now stand and remove your slacks.”
They were in a very secluded corner of the lounge area, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Subs were often asked to disrobe and display themselves for the admiration of others. Dani was happy to see he didn’t question any of her commands or appear to feel any reservations. It was important to achieve a level of trust before they moved into a private room for the more intimate activities. Because she knew what she’d needed herself as a sub, she was confident she’d be able to establish this now that she was in a reversal of roles.
He stepped out of his trousers, folded them and placed them on top of his shirt. Again as she’d requested he was commando. No underwear. Dani’s mouth went dry at the sight of a cock so glorious she couldn’t stop herself from reaching out to touch it. It flexed once at her touch, but she was pleased to note that Ethan kept himself otherwise completely still. His groin area was waxed—she’d been asked a preference during her phone call—and she grazed her open palm over the bare skin of his scrotum. Beneath her touch was the hardness of his balls. She wondered how he’d react if she took them in her mouth, something she’d come to fully enjoy.
Later. After we begin.
“Turn around.”
He turned slowly, giving her time to absorb every inch of him. Her gaze roamed over his body, taking in the sculptured lines of muscle, the lean hips and strong thighs. She caressed the taut muscles of his buttocks, then slipped her fingers along the hot crevice between the globes. Testing his response, she let the tip of a fingernail barely scrape the tight opening there and again was rewarded with a tightening of his body.
Yes, he’d do very nicely indeed. Her pussy tingled and more moisture gathered on its lips. She just hoped when she stood up there wasn’t an embarrassing wet spot on her skirt.
She looked at G. “I’m satisfied that he will do very nicely. What happens next?”
