Make Me

by Suzanne Steele

  David

  I quietly make my way into the dungeon. Seeing her seated in the bondage chair like that is just too good to pass up.

  I have to stifle a laugh when her eyes fly open as if she is a deer caught in headlights.

  “Shh, it’s okay, it will be our little secret,” I state as I slowly pull the bolt through the rod iron hasp.

  “It’s so much better with the restraints attached.” My hands work quickly before she has a chance to resist—verbally or physically.

  “Close your eyes, Linda,” I speak as if soothing a frightened kitten.

  I purposely make my way to the back of the chair and begin whispering into her ear as I place my hand gently around her throat.

  “Now just imagine you are at my mercy; no longer do you have a say, or even a will, Linda. Now, there is only my will—my command.

  “It can be so freeing for a strong business woman such as you. Letting go of all the responsibilities and letting someone you trust take over. BDSM is all about trust, Linda. You don’t realize it yet, but I am going to be your greatest ally in this game show you call ‘reality TV’.

  “I want you, Linda… and I’ll play your little game, but you can be assured that before the six weeks is up, you’ll be mine. You can fight it, you can resist all you want, but I can assure you I am not a man who gives up easily. Your secrets are safe with me, Linda. This conversation never happened. The feelings you are experiencing right now will remain between you and me. I’m not the man you think I am. Always remember, Linda, things are not always what they appear to be. I’m not here for the reasons you think I am.”

  I am glad I have her in a predicament because it means she has to listen to what I am saying. This is the beginning of the most important part of any relationship or friendship; it’s the time of establishing trust. The things I am saying to her right now will remain in her psyche and it means that I am doing exactly what I set out to do; I’m getting in her head. Being in her head ensures that even when I’m not around, I’m still with her. It is one of the first things any good Dom does—get inside a sub’s head—because he knows if you have a woman’s mind, you have the woman herself. This is only the beginning of her education. Little Ms. Independence is being trained and she doesn’t even realize it yet…

  Linda

  As quickly as he enters, he leaves. Leaving me here now unrestrained, yet still trapped in the sense he has successfully seared the experience, along with his words, into my subconscious. I will be trying to process what just happened for the next few days.

  I will be trying to process how the heat of his breath on my neck and his sensual whispers in my ear make me feel. I will be trying to figure how it seems like he is able to read me like I’m an open book when he doesn’t even know me.

  How does he know I’m independent and I harbor a grudge towards strong, dominate males? I make sure to stay professional at all times. In fact, I make certain to not take my attitude towards men out on my male colleagues. I never presume they’re jerks just because they are men. I, at least, give them time to prove themselves before I just assume they are dickheads.

  Now he has me second guessing myself professionally and I don’t like it. I certainly don’t want the top male producers in the business thinking I’m a man hater; it’s bad for business. I chide myself for letting this guy get in my head and I make a mental note to stay as far away from him as I can. Little do I know, this is all part of David’s plan. Now he has my mind right where he wants it: on him.

  David

  I make my way around the corner as I push down on my hardened cock. That was so fucking hot I can’t even put it into words. That girl is in my sights now for sure. I have access to some of the most desirable subs in the city, but she just took hot to a whole new level.

  I hadn’t planned on that happening, but seeing her in that chair was just too good to pass up.

  I make my way to my room, curious about what it will look like. Nothing could have prepared me for what I see.

  A huge four poster bed dominates the room. It looks like something that should be in the room of royalty.

  Antique furniture is placed throughout the room and there is a massive walk-in closet. The bathroom consists of a large, sunk-in Jacuzzi and a shower.

  Regardless of how grand my bedroom is, it isn’t home. The only thing that is making the next six weeks of any interest to me is Linda.

  Linda and showing a true version of the BDSM lifestyle, not some bullshit Hollywood glossed over version, are my only reasons for being here.

  I couldn’t care less about the fact that doing this reality show will make me a ‘star.’ What I do care about is the fact that BDSM is being portrayed as the cool thing to do, and not the lifestyle it is. Having a sub or a slave is work and above all, it is a responsibility that should never be taken lightly.

  As far as I am concerned, I am going to enjoy putting these wanna-be bitches in their place. I’m going to enjoy knocking these women, who are here for the money and fame, down a peg or two. It is a mockery to reduce the lifestyle to this joke. We already have enough problems with society dubbing us as having mental and emotional problems just because we are kinky. The average person thinks we enjoy kink because we have been traumatized sexually when, in fact, we are born with a bent towards kink. To put it simply, this is how we are wired and no amount of psycho-babble-bullshit will ever convince me otherwise. By the looks of it, my little victim may just have some BDSM tendencies of her own. How ironic would it be for my boss to become my student?

  Yes…this is going to be a very interesting six weeks. The biggest challenge is going to be maneuvering my way around fucking any of these contestants because I have no interest in any of them. I fuck who I want, when I want, and no amount of money or fame is going to force me into any woman’s bed. There isn’t but one woman in this house I care about fucking and that is the queen bee herself.

  Chapter Four

  Last night at home.

  I circle the bed as I eye this week’s flavor. I met Sandy in my bar and she had all but begged me to train her.

  I agreed to train her with no strings attached—the only type of relationship I ever have.

  I have access to some of the most beautiful women on the east coast, but it’s very hard to intrigue a man who has seen it all.

  I position Sandy doggy style and strap her down. She most certainly is not going anywhere.

  That little run in that I shared with Linda has me wired for sound and I am ready to take some frustration out on Sandy.

  I make my way to the side of the bed and viciously grab a handful of Sandy’s hair at the roots. “I’m going to fuck your brains out while I think about that hot ass boss of mine!”

  Sandy shakes her head yes as a tear rolls down her cheek. The handful of hair I’m gripping probably feels like it is going to come off of her head and into my hand. The tears are a result of not only pain, but the degradation she is feeling.

  I am just getting started and my sadistic streak is already rearing its ugly head. She will need to be certain not to push my buttons tonight. I’m sure she can detect I’m in a mood, and it isn’t a good one.

  I hiss right in her face, “You are such a desperate bitch that you are going to let me fuck you while I fantasize about her? That is pretty damn desperate!”

  Sandy shakes her head yes, not wanting to get on my bad side. I can be vicious when it comes to degradation. I’m one of those Doms who can cut you down with just a few words. And the more demeaning I am, the wetter she gets.

  I have always had that effect on her and, truth be told, she cares a lot more about me than I do her. To me, this is playing, nothing more… nothing less.

  I dig my nails into her, positioning myself right at her opening and slam into her I close my eyes and imagine that it is Linda begging me to let her come.

  “Don’t you dare, bitch!”

  The more I devalue her, the more turned on she gets; it’s her kink. It’s j
ust how Sandy is wired. Degradation and humiliation turn her on so she is the perfect fit for my mood tonight.

  Though I don’t normally incorporate degradation and humiliation to this extent, I am tonight. Unfortunately, the fact that it isn’t Linda in my bed is frustrating the hell out of me. It is like a little miniature dog nipping at my heels; I can’t shake it.

  It is pissing me off that I can’t control how I feel when it comes to Linda which only makes me more determined to get her under my control by any means necessary.

  My thoughts are interrupted by Sandy’s screams, begging me to let her come.

  “Yeah Sandy, come, and then get the fuck out of my house!”

  Linda

  I lie in bed, stroking a large dildo up and down my soaked opening. As hard as I had tried to shake my earlier run in with David, I just couldn’t seem to do so.

  I close my eyes and imagine he is in the room and mandating instructions in my ear.

  “Such a good girl, that’s it, you just let me watch you pleasure yourself.”

  Over and over, I imagine the suited Dom I had been subjugated to and, over and over, my body thrashes about in pleasure. It has been a long time since I have been this turned on or this spent due to orgasms. There would be no problem sleeping tonight, that is for sure.

  I’m not going to try and wrap my head around why I am so turned on. I damn sure am not going to beat myself up about it—I’m owning it. I’m in the moment and I’m going to use the excitement I feel about smelling the orange oil and leather in the dungeon to meet my sexual needs right now. It isn’t like he is going to know what I’m doing. I will never admit to anyone how turned on that dungeon is making me—how turned on David is making me…

  Chapter Five

  Linda

  I am going out of my way to stay away from David today.

  I have never been one to allow a man to get in the way of business. This TV show has the potential to be a major hit and if that happens, it will put me on the map with some major high rollers.

  There is no way that I am going to allow David, or anyone else, threaten my chance at success. I have worked too long and too hard to ever let a man get in my way.

  Being distracted isn’t an option for me and I am one of the few women I know who can push a distraction out of my head for the sake of business. That is exactly what I am doing today.

  I did get a good night’s sleep so I guess I can thank him for that. He will never know what went on last night. The last thing an egotistical Dom needs is to know I fucked myself with a phallus while I fantasized about him. He already thinks he’s God’s gift to women.

  David doesn’t need an ego boost—what he does need is an example of a strong independent woman who won’t fall prey to his bad boy antics.

  David

  I know she is avoiding me so as soon as I view her making her way to the kitchen area, I follow her.

  I stand, staring as she has her back turned, and smile when she jumps as she turns around.

  I want to make sure that I look her in her eyes for this little ‘mind fuck’ I am getting ready to bombard her with.

  “What did you think about when you pleasured yourself last night, Linda? Or, better yet, who?”

  She almost spit the coffee she’s drinking all over the front of my dress shirt.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. What and who did you think about while you got yourself off?”

  I waste no time, assailing her with my words, while she is trying to get her bearings.

  “Did you use any toys or just your fingers? Oh, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall for that little scene.”

  Before giving her any time to answer I turn, leaving her there in a wake of, ‘what the fuck just happened?!?’

  Linda

  That bastard! Who in the hell does he think he is?

  I stand, gripping the counter and trying to regain my composure. I am shocked at his blunt demeanor and I am horrified he knows what I have done. He is guessing; there is no fucking way he can know something that intimate.

  I am going to act like I don’t know what he is referring to. It will be a cold day in hell before I feed the egomaniac’s fantasy. It is very clear to me that I am out of my league. I know, at this moment, more research on the ‘Dom species’ is definitely in order.

  One thing David doesn’t realize about me is that I am a female suit who has been working in a man’s world for the last eight years. If he thinks he is going to just come in and bulldoze me over, he has the wrong chick.

  If David wants to play… well then, game on…

  I make my way into the great room where the women are leisurely seated, as if attending a social tea time.

  “You know, ladies, for women who have been given the opportunity of a lifetime to become TV stars, I don’t see much ambition. I need to see some interaction between you girls and I don’t mean trying to become besties with one another.

  “I don’t think you girls realize this show will either make or break your career. If you aren’t up for the challenge, just let me know because we are going to David’s bar tonight and I’m sure I can find your replacements.”

  With that, I turn and make my way into my office. The best way for me to get David’s interest off of me, is to get it on someone else.

  I make my way into my office feeling quite self-assured that I have handled David.

  As soon as I sit down at my desk, David comes, barging through the door.

  He leans over my desk and glares at me, “I know what you are doing and it won’t work.”

  “Speaking of work, David, why don’t you do some?”

  “Whether you like it or not, you need me, Linda. If you want this show to be a hit, then you had better change your attitude.”

  With that, he storms out of my office and whether I want to admit it or not, he is right…

  Chapter Six

  Linda

  I manage to stay out of his way after the embarrassing run-in with him. I do what I always do when I don’t want to think about something—I work. I know I have to go to the club later and I am actually looking forward to seeing what kind of establishment he owns as it will tell me a lot about him. Seeing him in his element will let me see inside of him. I keep in mind that he will have the upper hand being in his own element, and I endeavor to be careful and stay out of his way.

  I am not quite sure what I am expecting when I walk into David’s bar later on in the evening.

  The place is in full swing and I have to say I am a little surprised with the clientele that he draws. These are high end business people and even those who are dressed in fetish wear, are wearing the latest, most expensive items on the market.

  Everyone here is gorgeous and dressed to the nines. This looks more like an ad for a private fetish club. Like it or not, I am impressed. The décor is impressive too. Much like the dungeon at the mansion, the bar is set up to look like the dungeon of a castle. Black, rod iron sconces line the walls. The doors look like dungeon doors in a castle—heavy wood with black, rod iron handles and hasps—giving a Tudor’s air to the setting. The walls and furniture are done in vivid red velvet and leather coverings. Blue and gold colors are perfectly interwoven to give it a classy air as well as an atmosphere of medieval times gone by.

  I didn’t want to go dressed in a suit so I chose tight fitting blue jeans and a top that drapes over one of my shoulders paired with five inch stiletto black ankle boots.

  I have no intentions of being outdone by any of these women. I may be here to work, but I am still a woman—and women dress for other women.

  David

  As soon as she graces the door, I see her—as does every other Dom in the place. I immediately feel the stirring in my loins that she always causes whenever she is in my presence.

  I want her in the worst sort of way and it is making doing this show very difficult. It is hard to act like I want to pick out a sub to train when all I want is the woman I w
ork for—a woman who has nothing to do with the lifestyle and has voiced no desire to start.

  I don’t like the effect she is having on me because I’m not in control and I’m a man who is all about control. I’m pissed right now because I see these Doms in here eyeing her like she’s Christmas candy and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it because I’m supposed to be here for the show, not to fuck the producer of said show.

  I’m angry and I can already see that I’ll be taking it out on these poor, unsuspecting gold diggers I’m surrounded by.

  Really, it serves them right, because none of them are here for the right reasons. Maybe giving them a taste of just how cantankerous a Dom can be is just what they need. I have no problem with setting them straight and the irritation I’m feeling from the jealousy coursing through me right now will ensure that a lot of feelings are going to be hurt tonight.

  I’m having a hard time peeling my eyes from that fine ass of hers she poured into those designer jeans she’s wearing. She’s leaning up against the bar and all I can envision is tossing her on top of one of these tables and fucking her brains out.

  I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a woman get under my skin the way she is. Normally it is the other way around—women falling for me, begging me to train them, or own them. What is it about her that makes her so fucking alluring? I can’t help but wonder if it is because I can’t have her.

  Linda

  I lean in towards the bar and order a drink. I desperately need a glass of Merlot to take the edge off.

  “Well, well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?”