"Your friends left you at the mercy of sadistic strangers. You were very smart to run out of there as fast as you could. That is exactly what I avoid here. My club has a great number of rules and regulations in place for the safety of all members and their guests. It allows for play in a safe environment for all, with given consent absolutely necessary. The club you attended allows for forced consent and in my eyes that is akin to rape. You will find the atmosphere in the VIP area to be much more positive, loving and accepting. No one in the VIP area is forced to do anything they do not wish to. I have a full team of bodyguards, experienced Doms and Dommes placed in every room of the VIP area to ensure my rules are followed or else the members are banned from the club permanently. There are no second chances at my club. Abuse is not tolerated outside of the realm of mutual consent."
Jett's words helped her a small measure to understand that the club her friends attend was very dangerous and even life-threatening with no set rules. She could not understand why they went there and decided after seeing his, she would persuade Jett to allow them to come to this club where they would be safe. But in the meantime, she had other things on her mind that were more pressing.
"Why me Jett? When you could have and I’m sure you have had many other beautiful women as your….submissives. I’m broken, fractured and on the verge of shattering into a thousand pieces to be scattered in the wind. You have to know I will never be as submissive as you need. I am too driven, independent, set in my ways and too strong to be one of those women who cower at your feet and heeds your every command. I once lived a life similar to that and I will never do it again."
"Why, you ask? The answer is simple and yet extremely complex as well. To put it simply, I see a lot of myself in you. I see you Mandy, see who you really are at your core, much more than you allow yourself to. And because, who you are as a person excites me to no end. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. I know a relationship with you will always burn red hot, will never be boring or dull, but new and earth-shattering every day. That’s why."
Once again, his words had the power to make Mandy feel cherished, admired, sexy-as-hell, trusted, and well-cared for. She had to admit, there was something freeing about handing over some of her power to Jett. In having someone take care of her for once. Someone who actually cared enough to want to. It was a new experience for her.
"Anything else?" He gently asked.
"Just one thing and if I overstep my bounds, please forgive me. But from what I understand, many who are into what we do or what my friends do, have suffered trauma in their past. Did you suffer a horrific trauma too?"
"You have the right to ask and I have the right not to elaborate, other than to say yes I did and leave it at that." Jett’s voice turned suddenly cold as ice.
Mandy saw the instant of the pain and vulnerability and his eyes while physically feeling his body stiffen up, comparable to a petrified piece of wood. She understood that pain all too well and wanted nothing more than to see it disappear. She also knew all too well that it would take a great amount of time, nurturing and maybe even love without judgment or shame to heal the damage that had been done to him. She also knew that if the relationship lasted, he’d eventually trust her enough to tell her in his own time. For now, she’d dropped the subject and leave it be. She also decided to be there for him, if ever he needed her. He’d already been there for her at times she thought she’d needed no one and he showed her differently.
"What can I expect to see tonight?"
"I could tell you, but none of it will mean anything. I feel it’s best that you see it firsthand in a safe environment where I can answer all your questions or you can be free to ask them of other members in the club, with their consent of course. You will be free to leave at any time if you feel uncomfortable. I will expect you to treat the other members with the same positive respect and acceptance that they will show you. It is of the utmost importance Mandy. Intentionally defy me and you will find yourself being punished publicly…. Where all my members will be able to watch."
"I understand. I won’t let you down."
"I almost hope you do." Jett caressed her body and took a moment to imagine how the scene would play out on the main stage.
"There are two more things to discuss. One, you never answered my question about becoming my submissive and continuing our relationship. I’m losing patience with the waiting. The second, will discuss after you answer the first."
"Jett, I can’t be the perfect submissive you need me to be."
"Did I at any time, ask you to be?"
"No."
"Then I don’t expect you to be a common submissive. I expect you to be exactly who you are. You will naturally become more submissive, to a point, the longer we remain together in this relationship. Answer. Mandy. Now!"
"Okay! Okay! Don’t get your ass all wrinkled. The answer is yes, I would like to continue to explore this thing we have but I have a couple conditions of my own."
"Name them."
"I will go back to work at the bookstore as soon as we know the situation with David. I’ve decided your right. No more running. It’s my life and I’m going to take a stand."
"Within reason. Next condition."
"I continue with my Krav Maga training until I graduate as a master and retain the option of teaching it, if I so wish."
"Done. Anything else?"
"I get to go back to running again, I need it. I’ll go insane without it."
"Done. I’ll run with you and don’t give me that look, woman. I can more than keep up and will practice your Krav Maga technique together as well. Any other conditions?"
"One last one. I want a tattoo when I’m ready, and your tattoo parlor on the first floor of giant wings on my back and I want you to be the one to do it."
"No."
"What the hell do you mean no! What part do you disagree with?"
"The last part. I may own a chain of parlors but I no longer give tattoos, not even for you, tigress. I have my reasons. I will take you to Xavier though. He runs the parlor on the first floor and is the best tattoo artist and body piercer there is. Will that do? I will of course state your side through it all."
"Are you sure I can convince you otherwise?" Mandy saw Jett shake his head in a firm, don’t-argue-with-me, no. "Then that would be perfect, thank you."
"Then we are agreed. I shall have it all put into writing for you with one additional clause. Either of us are free to stop the relationship at any time and walk away."
"If you insist that’s what is best." Mandy sighed.
"I do. Plus there will be more things to go over before the contact is finalized." Jett said and stood up and dried himself off. He put on his robe and noticed Mandy watched him with breathless abandon. He turned and offered his hand to help her step out of the tub then proceeded to dry her body was slow measured strokes of the soft towel.
"Jett?" Mandy asked, her voice now smoky and tone.
"Yes?" He asked and continued enjoying himself with the drying of her strong athletic body; his touch more gentle over her horrid scars.
"Did you have sex with all of your other submissives?"
"No. I’ve never had sex with any of them. I provided a service if you will and never believed in mixing business and pleasure, until you. I can’t seem to force myself to keep my hands off your delicious, sex kitten body."
Mandy was struck speechless by Jett’s words. They made her feel warm inside and special. She intensely liked being the woman who pushed him over that edge. She didn’t realize that a woman could have that kind of power over a man. It was empowering to know but at the same time, she refused to let it go to her head. "What is the second thing we need to discuss? I answered your first question."
"Yes. Tonight at the club you will wear a custom-made submissive caller that will tell everyone present, your mind and they are not to touch or bother you, ever. Those who know me well, no I never share my subs. I am extremely possessive and selfish. The ot
her thing is that we need to go shopping. I am not like other Doms, I don’t display my sub’s assets for all to see, and I like them hidden to an extent. They are for me and me alone to see unless I have invited the person in."
"I see. I have to wear a dog collar and allow you to dress me?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"Not unless you have bad taste in clothes and before you growl at me, I want to say I see how impeccably you dress and I trust you. Somehow, deep inside, I know you won’t do anything to harm me." Mandy explained and watched his stern face softened once again.
"You would be right and very intuitive. I’m very proud of you. Shall we get dressed and go shopping?"
"Yes, of course. If that is your wish." Mandy said, willing to give a little after all he’s done for her.
"Good girl, tigress. Come with me."
Seven
MANDY, DRESSED IN a pair of jeans and a blouse Jett picked out for her, walked into the jewelry store on his arm. Jett had ordered the collar the day he laid eyes on her in the bookstore. He knew then, one day, she’d wear that collar. He didn’t get to the age of thirty with his success without an unrelenting drive to reach each and every impossible goal he’d set for himself. He knew exactly what he wanted in life and exactly how his life would play out and he’d stopped at nothing until he’d achieved it. The same strict rules that he set for himself and his life had aided him in wearing Mandy down and becoming his.
He’d gone through many subs to find her, and she was more than worth it. She was his fantasy come true. He’d made her trust him but he trusted no one. He had already told her more than he’d ever told anyone else, but then again, she was a unique one-of-a-kind woman. Everything about her called to him, to his inner beast.
"Welcome, Mr. Damian. I have your order ready in the viewing room. If you’ll just follow me sir."
Jett nodded once and waited for the gushing clerk to proceed them. She irritated the hell out of him with her trying too hard looks and her shrill voice. He’d noticed Mandy stood silent and nervous beside him. He patted her hand resting on his arm. "Relax, tigress. This is to be a fun trip, remember? I’m right here beside you, you’re safe with me. Do you want Xavier to come in?"
"Yes, please." Mandy trembled. She was more afraid than she thought of being out in the open.
Jett pushed a button on his watch and seconds later Xavier entered the store and stood behind them.
"Sir?"
"Mandy doesn’t feel safe out in the open and prefers your presence with us. His is acceptable to you?"
"More than acceptable, sir." Xavier said and bowed.
"I do believe Xavier finds you as mesmerizing as I do, Tigress."
His word shocked her and strangely pleased her at the same time. She glanced back at Xavier with wide eyes and was met with a kind smile and a wink. She felt a stirring deep within that she didn’t understand.
"Thank you for your kindness, Xavier."
"Anytime, ma’am." Xavier said with a small southern drawl.
"Jett chuckled beside Mandy, aware of the instant and growing chemistry between his sub and his best friend and sometimes, sub. She was the first of his subs, attracted to Xavier. When she was ready, he’d introduce Xavier into their playtime. If she didn’t rush the issue. He noticed how her eyes kept straying backward. The three followed the clerk to the viewing room where she was then dismissed by Jett with authority. She left the room and closed the curtain behind her. He walked over to the table top with a large display box sat. He instructed Xavier to have a seat and for Mandy to stand before the three full-length viewing mirrors. Both followed his instructions without question or hesitation. Jett then moved another chair just to the right of the mirrors where he could see Mandy perfectly as an idea came to him. The jeweler had done a magnificent job with her sub collar. The band around her throat was made up of five strands of pearls with the centerpiece a square of 24 karat gold with inlaid diamonds, two karats worth.
Jett decided to sit in the comfortable chair after moving Mandy backward several steps, so he could have an unimpeded view of her face and the whole front of her body. He stared silently and intently at her, until her eyes became focused solely on him and not on Xavier.
"Yes that’s right. Good girl, tigress. Keep your eyes focused on me for now." Without taking his eyes off of her, he said, "Xavier, I’d like you to remove Mandy’s blouse and red lace bra off for me, from behind. Use the mirror to guide your hands." He watched as Mandy’s eyes became wide as saucers and her body began to tremble. "Ready to use that safe word yet, tigress?" He asked and watched her eyes narrow into daggers of defiance as she shook her head no.
"Fine. Xavier, I want you to undress her body slowly and seductively and cherish every second of it and if you have to brush across her breasts or tweak her nipples that is alright as well." He glanced over to see Xavier smile with his eyes while his face remained blank. He chuckled and turned his gaze back to Mandy. Her breathing had slowly increased. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he knew she was getting excited. "Face the mirror now, tigress." He commanded.
Mandy stared into the middle mirror, her eyes locked on to Xavier smoky gray ones while she watched him slowly approach her backside. She noticed his eyes on hers, they never strayed. She was unaware her breathing sped up in anticipation and nervousness. There is something mysterious and mesmerizing about the way Xavier stared at her. She’d almost forgotten Jett was there.
When Xavier reached her, his hands caressed her hips, making Mandy start with the unfamiliar touch.
"Shh. It’s alright tigress. You can trust to Xavier, he won’t hurt you, he only wants to please you, love you and caress your silky soft skin. Give in to his touch sweetheart."
Mandy, being shorter than Xavier leaned back into his chest and her body instinctively followed Jett’s soft-spoken commands under laid with steel. Without conscious thought, she bared her neck to Xavier. He momentarily pulled away to kiss the line of her slender soft neck. When he pressed up against her behind again, he was hard as a rock. His hands pulled her blouse out of her jeans and slipped under to caress her stomach. He pulled them back out only to raise them and cup then caressed her breasts through layers of fabric. The heat in Xavier’s eyes took her breath away and made her incredibly wet. His answer open one button at a time slowly, as though he wanted to savor each reveal of skin, as if she was the only woman on the planet. He whispered in her ear when he’d released the last button. "God, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven! You’re incredibly beautiful, sweet Mandy." His warm calloused hands caressed her stomach, cupped her breasts, squeezed and released. With an action faster than her eyes could see, he ripped her bra free and released her aching and heavy breasts.
"Now the collar, Xavier. When she has it on, you can have some more fun.
Xavier wink Mandy in the mirror and walked at a normal pace to the table to retrieve the collar, his hard on leading the way.
"Do you like Xavier, Mandy? Does he get you all hot and wet in front of the mirror?"
"God, yes!"
"Good. Do you want to fuck him?"
Mandy stared through the mirror at Xavier, his hard manhood begging to be released from his pants and answered, "I’m intimidated by his size, master," in a breathy and husky voice, knowing she had already soaked her underwear and was about to soak her jeans and thighs. Watching Xavier undress her in the mirror combined with the overwhelming seat in his eyes and his hard manhood pressed into her bum had been almost too much to handle.
"Don’t. Cum. Mandy. I can assure you, Xavier is known for giving a woman multiple orgasms." He turned to look at Xavier. "Do you want to fuck Mandy, Xavier?"
"I can think of nothing else at the moment I would rather do, sir." Xavier stared at Mandy’s beautiful breasts.
"Hmm. Then fuck her, love her, and please her you shall. Now put the collar where it belongs." Jett continued in his soft-spoken voice as a blended into the background. "I want to see how her collar looks th
en I will order you to give her as many orgasms as you can, Xavier."
Mandy thought of the collar as more like a necklace, and extravagant wonder of the likes of which she had never seen before. It wasn’t as heavy as she imagined it might be. It was light and made her feel beautiful.
"I love it! Thank you master. I will wear it with pride."
"It looks beautiful on you, tigress, just like I knew it would. Now have some fun you two."
"You’re not leaving are you?" Mandy’s voice rose in fear.
"No tigress, all stay right here and watch. I won’t leave you. Your mine now, just as Xavier is mine. Try to relax and enjoy, baby."
Mandy’s eyes returned to the mirrors and became trapped within Xavier’s. She slowly turned to face him. He was dressed like Jett and the trademark of vest and slacks along with an old-fashioned timepiece on a chain. She lifted her hands and place them upon his vest. At his almost imperceptible nod, she moved her shaky hands to the buttons on his vest and unbuttoned them slowly. When they fell open, she forced herself not to gasp at the site of the multiple deep scars across his chest. Instead, she bent her head and kissed every single one while in Xavier ran his hands through her hair. When she was done, she kissed her way down his abdomen to the top of his slacks and opened them. She pulled them down to his feet and looked up at this impressive body. When her eyes reached his face, there was an Inferno of raw, primal desire barely contained and controlled.
Xavier in turn wrapped her shoulders and helped her to her feet then kissed her with such power and passion, it took her breath away. He turned her toward the mirror to watch as he caressed her breasts and nipples. As he unbuttoned her pants and slid them and her undies down her legs. She stepped out of her heels and close. He cupped her between the thighs and brought her to instant orgasm.
Mandy moaned deeply, her head thrown back and wild abandon. Xavier lowered her to her hands and knees but before he could get a grip on her hips, Mandy’s fear got the better of her. She crawled quickly away to the space between Jett's open legs, put her face in his lap, wrapped her arms around his waist and held on for dear life. "I can't do this." She whispered into his lap.
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