by Drew Sera
“Maybe I do know what I’m playing with…Sir.”
I considered her for a moment. Topping from the bottom a tad this morning. I made a tsking noise and saw the flash in her eyes. She was aware that I knew exactly what she was doing.
“Well, my little fire starter, go to the dresser and bring me the clover clamps along with the chain that attaches for the clit clamp. Bring them back and then kneel on the bed, legs parted.”
Cathy brought me all the items I requested and kneeled as instructed on the bed. I tweaked her nipples before attaching the clover clamps. Her hiss made me smile. While holding the center of the chain that attached the two clover clamps, I attached the chain and let the clit clamp dangle for a moment.
“Topping from the bottom doesn’t quite get you what you want, darling. It will get you very sore nipples and an aching clit. It will also get you my hard cock up your ass. Now, stick your lovely finger in your pussy, get it nice and wet, and rim your ass. You have five seconds to get it as lubed as you can.”
My cock throbbed as I watched Cathy quickly try to drench her finger and lube her asshole. When I reached the count of five, I motioned her to straddle my legs.
“Now take those pretty hands and part your ass and get ready to take it.”
As soon as her cheeks were parted, I pushed my cock all the way in and held her by her hips.
“How does it feel, darling?
“Full, Sir.”
“Exactly. Get used to the full feeling today because after I fuck this ass and fill it with cum, you’re going to wear the largest butt plug we have. And you’ll keep it in until I return from the club.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, bounce on my cock.”
Cathy bounced and rode my cock until I came. After I was done spurting, I guided her into position with her head on the mattress and ass in the air. I found the largest plug and put it in her mouth to moisten it.
“Pull your cheeks apart,” I instructed.
Again, without being slow or stopping along the way for her to acclimate, I pushed the plug in.
“Mmph,” she mumbled.
I gave her ass a swat and removed the clamps.
“Now, I’m running late, darling. Please prepare a quick breakfast while I get ready.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I watched her cautiously walk out of the room before heading to the bathroom. I felt excellent. I was excited about today and just emptied my balls in my beautiful sub. I quickly shaved and put on black dress pants and a gray button down shirt. I held Cathy on my lap while I ate a quick breakfast. Though I was running behind schedule, spending at least a few tender minutes with Cathy was essential for both of us.
Chapter Three
April 1996
I eagerly waited for my baggage to arrive at the crowded carousel. Now that I was on the ground, I was growing more excited with each passing minute. Grabbing my suitcase, I made my way to the cab stand. Never a shortage for cabs, and one was waiting for me.
"Where to, buddy?"
"MGM," I said.
I had my registration paper in hand and couldn't wait to get checked in, grab a bite to eat, study a little and get a decent night of sleep. I made my way through the expanse of the MGM Grand's lobby and registration area and took my place in line. Each time I came to Vegas, this is where I stayed, so the lobby and I were well acquainted.
"Hello, sir. Welcome to the MGM Grand. How may I help you?"
As I approached the counter, I noticed her eyes moved up and down my body. I often receive looks like this, and it makes me laugh.
"Checking in, please," I said while I retrieved my paperwork and pulled my license from my wallet.
"Wonderful. What's the last name the reservation is under?"
"Graves."
I slid my registration confirmation across the counter to her and flashed a smile. Her cheeks grew red as she took my paper. A few moments passed before she even looked down at my paperwork.
She cleared her throat before confirming my first name, "Anthony?"
I nodded and pushed my I.D. toward her. She smiled again, checked my license and looked up at me. She passed it off well as appearing to look at my picture I.D. and my face. I smiled at her again, and she snapped out of whatever she was daydreaming about and began typing.
"I see you've stayed with us before on numerous occasions. Thank you for returning to us." There was a brief pause while she was typing and looking at the screen, though she kept looking up at me. "So, what brings you to Las Vegas, Mr. Graves? Business or pleasure?" she asked.
"Both."
She was apparently trying to drag this out as long as she could and keep me talking.
"Are you attending a convention or conference?"
"Something like that," I smiled at her.
"Mr. Graves, are you interested in a free upgrade?"
"That would be great. Does it have a large tub that I can lean back and relax in?" I toyed with her a bit and watched the red color decorate her face.
"Yes, this particular room has everything."
"Thank you," I paused and made it obvious that I was checking her name tag that was perfectly placed just above her breast. "Margaret. You've been most helpful."
"Will you need two keys?" Margaret asked.
"It's just me. One key is sufficient, though Margaret if I lose it, can I come get a new one from you?"
She smiled brightly, and the red of her cheeks seemed to get darker.
"Yes! Of course, Mr. Graves. Here is your key and you're on the top floor. Do you need assistance with your bag or locating the elevator?"
"I've got it covered. Remember, I've stayed here before."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. Well, do enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Graves," she nervously fanned her face.
I winked at her before adding, "Thank you again, Margaret. Have an enjoyable evening."
"You too, Mr. Graves," Margaret called out as I was leaving the check-in counter.
I made my way through the casino, passing several restaurants on my way to the elevators. I was fucking hungry. After a full day, I barely had time to eat an apple on my way to the airport right after class. Traffic was terrible, as it usually is.
The elevator ride took forever to reach my floor. I finally got to my room and immediately walked over to the huge window and gazed out. Darkness was falling over the city that I once lived in. The lights of the city were coming to life as they silently encouraged an energy that I've found in no other place.
I began to unbutton my shirt while gazing out over the Strip. My mind began racing around, and I thought about events that led to me moving to California. I quickly shook it from my mind and pulled the button shirt off, but continued to stare out the window. I rubbed my hand over my chest and cleared my head. This weekend is too important for me not to have a clear head about me.
I crossed the room to my bag, took out a clean t-shirt and just as I was pulling it on, the phone in the room rang.
"Hello," I said into the receiver.
"Mr. Graves, this is Margaret at the front desk. I’m calling to make sure the room is a comfortable temperature, and everything is to your liking."
I glanced around the room. It was a really nice hotel room. Actually, I think I was in a suite. Though on all my previous trips to Vegas I've stayed at the MGM, I've just had regular rooms. This was much bigger, and there was a couch and a bunch of other amenities.
"Yes, Margaret. Everything is just fine. Thank you for calling."
As I got off the phone, my stomach gurgled, reminding me that I needed food. I glanced at the card that told me about all of the restaurants inside the hotel and headed down to the casino. I stood in front of the steakhouse and looked over the menus they had posted near the host stand. It smelled so good, and I nearly went in, until I noticed most of the people entering were in “fine dining attire.” My jeans and blue t-shirt were not going to cut it. I meandered around and finally settled on the coffee shop. I was starving by th
e time my food arrived. I ate quickly and returned to the room to look over the packet I received a while back from Irons.
I scoured the documents again making sure I answered everything thoroughly and hadn't overlooked anything. Tomorrow was my shot. I had visited many dungeons and BDSM clubs up and down California, and while each of them was unique in their own way, there was something really special to me about Irons in Vegas.
The atmosphere of Irons was hard to beat. There wasn't a single detail that was missed in that club. The dungeon was in the lower level, and the cells were all made of stone and sconces flickered from the walls. The theme rooms were neat, though I had only played in one. The dungeon was where I felt most at ease. I had been catching flights to visit Irons on the weekends for a while now and had learned of their mentoring program. They open it up once a year and the opportunity is great. All of their experienced members earned the "Master" or "Mistress" title. And I wanted to earn that too. I knew the chips were stacked high because even the inexperienced people that were applying were much older than I was, and still somewhat experienced. But I was hungry for this.
I picked up the welcome letter that accompanied my packet and read over it for the millionth time.
"Thank you, Mr. Graves, for your interest in the mentoring program at Irons. The enclosed documents are extensive and will demonstrate the seriousness and professional approach we take to ensure inductees to the program are the perfect fit. In addition to the paperwork, you will also be subject to independent medical and psychological exams, full background check, series of interviews by the existing Masters and Mistresses and the necessary funds to become a full member of Irons. Best of luck to you!"
It was signed by the owner, Blake Eriksson. I sighed and leaned back on the couch. Annual membership fees were twenty-five grand. I had it ready. I set the alarm clock and climbed in bed. I have wanted many things in life, but nothing quite like this.
Chapter Four
April 1996
Turns out that I wasn't as late as I feared that I might have been. I pulled in my designated parking spot and headed inside. The parking lot was full, and I knew that I had a busy weekend in front of me. The interview and exams would begin today for the applicants and run until five, then the applicants were expected to be back this evening for the club opening at eight. They would shadow Dungeon Monitors tonight, and Saturday night. Saturday and Sunday, we start back up at nine each day. Hopefully, by Sunday, I will know which four or five we will induct. I've read over all of the applicant info packets several times, and we had a very well qualified pool to select from, but on paper is one thing and in person an entirely different beast.
I walked around and introduced myself to each applicant before addressing the entire group and letting them know what they could expect over the course of the weekend. I broke the groups off; some went for the psych exam, some went for the medical exams, and the rest began the interviews. Most of the applicants were already frequent visitors to the club, so they all knew the establishment and my expectations to create a safe, fun and enriching environment.
I joined Paul, two Masters and two Mistresses at a table and pulled over the file folder on the top candidate. The gentleman had been tinkering in the lifestyle for many years and had bounced around from a few different clubs. He spoke confidently, though a hint on the arrogant side. I liked him on paper, but as he answered some questions, he turned me off. We went through a few rounds and took a break. When it was just the six of us, I asked them if any of them were interested in anyone we had seen yet. There were a few but not a consensus.
"Who's next?" I asked as I grabbed the folder on top.
"Anthony Graves," said Mistress Melissa.
"I like this kid. I watched him do a scene in the dungeon the last time he was here. Very calm and not uptight. I didn't realize he was so young," Master Kent mentioned.
Clearly, everyone on the board liked Anthony, including me. While I've seen him in the club and we've exchanged pleasantries, I haven't had the opportunity to sit down and actually talk with him.
"Let’s bring him in and get to know him," I said and stood.
One of the club slaves escorted Anthony in, and he shook each of our hands before taking the seat designated for him in the center of the room.
He wore jeans and a white button down dress shirt and held the composure of a man much older than his paperwork claimed. I could tell that Anthony was what I'd call an old soul. And I liked him. I sat back and watched his mannerisms as he spoke and was asked questions.
"You live in California, Mr. Graves. How do you plan on being here in Vegas for the mentoring program but live in California?" Kent asked right off the bat.
"I graduate college in a few weeks, and if accepted into the mentoring program, I'll move out here."
"You can just pick up and go? No obligations keeping you in California?" Melissa questioned.
"My only obligation right now is to graduate. I’ll be done with school in a few weeks."
"You're a business major at UC Berkeley. Do you have any job bites out here, then?" Master Lance asked.
I was very intrigued. Here was a very focused young man that was on the verge of graduating from UC Berkeley, but nothing planned out. Yet he was ready to drop everything over in California for a chance at this.
"Are you a silver spooner?" Paul asked.
"No, not at all."
"No? What do your parents do? Forgive me for saying, but you’re very young to have the funds for membership to Irons." Paul pressed.
Anthony leaned back in his chair, and he looked in the direction of Paul, but I could tell that he wasn't looking Paul in the eyes. He was looking just past him, but a certain amount of darkness passed over his face. Again, he intrigued me.
"My mom and step-father died a few years ago. I went to live with my father in California while going to school."
Paul didn't have anything else to say on the matter.
Anthony answered all of the other questions that were tossed his way all while I just watched him. He was a very calm young man, and he didn’t seem to be rattled by this process at all. All morning we had seen many of the applicants fold under the interview stress; applicants that were older and more experienced than Anthony. He spoke passionately about wanting to learn different aspects of play, like rope work, as well as learn about different dynamics in the lifestyle.
I was kicking myself for only greeting him a few times over the course of the past six months. I really regret having not taken the extra step to sit down a talk with this young man before now.
For all of our applicants thus far, one of the board members would try to rattle the candidates just a little bit to see how they handled a request from another authority figure. A handful did okay with it while a few buckled. This was done to see what their character and their backbone was like.
Paul stood and walked around Anthony in a full circle all while Anthony remained calm. A few of the other Doms had done this same tactic this morning on a few other candidates. The Doms asked each candidate to stand and remove their clothes. I had seen enough naked bodies so far today and sighed as I turned the page in Anthony’s file. I didn’t even bother looking up when I heard Anthony stand at Paul’s request for him to stand and remove his clothes.
“No,” Anthony said calmly.
I quickly looked up to see Anthony standing, hands on his hips, looking Paul in the eyes. Anthony has been the first candidate to refuse.
“Come again? It sounded like you said no, but I don’t think I heard you correctly. I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you,” Paul said, clearly trying to intimidate Anthony.
“I mean no disrespect, but I’m not a submissive. Now, if you want to see me naked to see what I’ve got, come watch one of my scenes when I’m in the dungeon. But if you’re trying to intimidate me, you’re wasting your breath.”
Well, fuck. I folded my arms across my chest and watched as Paul’s posture relaxed and he burst out laughing.
He flung his arm around Anthony’s shoulders and shook him.
“I like this guy, Blake,” he said to me.
I think it was undeniable that everyone really enjoyed Anthony and I really hope his medical exam, psych exam and the background check all come back clean. I was expecting the background checks to be in my email this afternoon. After Anthony left, I couldn’t help but bust Paul’s balls over Anthony standing up to him.
“So, Paul, don’t forget to check Anthony out in the dungeon so you can see what he might have that you don’t,” I said and followed up with a laugh as Paul flipped me off.
I took a bottle of water down the hall to my office and shut the door. While my computer booted up, I dialed home to check on Cathy.
“Darling, how’s that plug coming along?”
“It’s still there, Sir.”
I laughed and pictured her starting to get uncomfortable with the plug. My little masochist.
“Alright, darling. I’m just going to read through some of the background checks, and then I’ll be home to pick you up for tonight.”
“I love you, Blake.”
“Love you, too.”
I hung up and returned my attention to the computer screen. If something was found in a background check, the subject line contained the word “flag.” I skimmed searching for Anthony’s and let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t come back with anything. I opened it and read through it. He was squeaky clean. Born in Las Vegas and moved to the Bay area when he was seventeen. Graduated high school out there and was attending UC Berkeley as a business major.
I leaned back and thought. Paul had brought up a good point; Anthony was very young to have the luxury to travel back and forth between San Francisco and Las Vegas as he has been doing. He was also quite young to have enough money saved up for the annual membership fee for Irons. I glanced back at the report on my computer. Nothing came back on him though. I picked the phone up and called my contact for the background checks.
