He picked up the welcome letter that began, Dear Mr. Moore, and explained the next step in the process.
All forms must be completed in their entirety and returned within five days. For your convenience, we have enclosed a prepaid overnight express envelope. Once your application is reviewed and accepted, confirmation and travel details will be sent to the email address provided during registration. If for any reason, our staff feels that your request cannot be accommodated, your deposit will be refunded in full.
He set the letter down and started sifting through the various forms. The medical clearance would need to be signed by his physician; he set that one aside and thumbed through the rest. A sheet labeled preferences caught his eye. He got up to grab a pen as he scanned the paper. Gender was first, easy enough, female—check. Hair color, black—check, second choice—blond. He easily ran down the list of other features. He knew what he liked in a woman. When he got to the listing of activities, Check All That Apply, he slowed and sat down: private dining, gym, massage, bondage: light, medium, or heavy, dungeon play, dom/domme, submissive. The list went on, but Shane’s eyes froze on one word—domme—and swept back to dungeon play.
He could see himself in nothing but a pair of ripped jeans, kneeling on a hard stone floor, with his hands tied behind his back. He watched high-heeled feet and long, slender legs as they approached slowly and stood close in front of him. Placing a well-manicured hand on his head, the woman spoke, her voice slightly deep, rich, and sultry. “Do you think you have what it takes to please a mistress like me, boy?”
Her hand gave his head a small shove as she backed up and started to walk around him, inspecting him, her soft hands exploring his body. She caressed and squeezed one of his well-toned biceps, humming in satisfaction. Leaning close, her breath brushed his ear in a deep whisper. “Sure looks like you have.”
Shane shook his head and started marking boxes: BDSM, domme, bondage. He hesitated for a moment over light, medium, or heavy. He didn’t have any real experience—better go with light. He took a moment to think about what it would be like to be tied up at the mercy of his beautiful partner. She would tease him until he strained at his restraints, begging for release. Suddenly, he imagined having her tied up in return, watching her body squirm as he controlled her pleasure. It would be so hot to turn the tables after she untied him, but would she permit such a thing?
Refocusing on the task at hand, he put a check in the box next to massage and set the pen down; he needed to make an adjustment in his jeans.
The preference sheet completed, he sorted through the rest of the papers, finding a form titled SSC-Insurance form, in bold red letters. Paper-clipped to the edge of the form was a yellow note that read ‘Please read carefully.’ Puzzled, Shane started reading.
To ensure the Safe, Sane and Consensual environment of Pleasure Bay, we ask that you read and sign this document. Absence of a signature on this document will be deemed an immediate cancellation of your reservation and forfeiture of the $200 reservation fee. Please retain copy C of this form for your records.
In the practice of BDSM, it is important that our guests understand and respect the different levels and sometimes graphic nature of BDSM play. Those seasoned in the lifestyle as well as those of you who are just starting to explore…
By the time Shane finished reading about how involved some BDSM activities could get and why it was important to have planned sessions and safewords, it was enough to make his head spin. All he wanted was to fulfill his desire to be controlled by a beautiful, sexy, and dominant woman… just once! There were three boxes just above the signature line: beginner, some experience, advanced/lifestyle. Having been warned in the previous paragraphs why it was important to be honest, he marked beginner and scrawled out his signature on the line below.
There were two more papers to fill out and his packet would be complete with the exception of seeing his physician. First, a confidentiality agreement, basically stating that what happens on Pleasure Bay, stays on Pleasure Bay. Second, a few pages for him to fill out better describing his fantasy, so they could tailor his scene to meet his needs and find him a partner who was a good fit.
Describe your fantasy partner(s). What are you and your partner(s) wearing? What type of scene do you imagine: dark and intense, light and playful, something in between? Do you use implements, toys, or equipment? Are you interested in role-play? What are you doing? What is being done to you?
The image of his dream woman was foremost in his mind as he began to write. It was always her when he thought of submitting to a woman. Her long black hair swept back neatly in a tight French twist. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the faint smell of her black, shiny, skintight vinyl corset and matching panties.
He could hear the ‘click’ of her black stilettos as she walked toward him; the fiery red of her toenails and the long line of her sleek legs had him hard in an instant. The flare of her hips, her tight trim waist, and bountiful breasts almost robbed him of breath. The dark jewels of her eyes landed on him, pausing to observe his well-sculpted male physique from head to toe with her hungry eyes. Her high-glossed red lips spread slowly into a seductive smile as their eyes met.
Taking one planned and determined step at a time—swaying her lush ass and hips provocatively—she crossed the distance between them. As if sensing he was about to say something, she put a finger to her lips while shaking her head slowly, and then transferred that same finger to his lips once she was close enough to stand face-to-face. “Quiet,” she whispered. Her slender hands smoothed over his chest, his shoulders, and down his back as she walked around him, looking him over. His stomach tightened, as did the fit of his jeans.
His eyes were fixated on her red nails, vibrant against the blue denim as she skillfully popped the button and worked open his pants. He wore nothing but his tight jeans. She didn’t let on if this surprised her as her warm fingers weaved between denim and skin, peeling his jeans from his hips. He felt his jaw clench when she took hold of his erection, softly caressing the taut velvety skin of his shaft. A scorching jolt ran down his back as she teased the swollen head of his cock. Finding a bead of moisture, she collected it, carrying it to her parted lips. He groaned.
“Do you want to come?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” he whispered.
“Fine, but you will have to earn your reward, first.” Although soft-spoken, her voice was dripping with authority—God, how it made him ache. “On your knees, boy.” She pointed to her feet and he instantly obeyed, looking up at her with eager, willing eyes. He felt her smooth hands slipping into his short sandy brown hair. Her grip tightening as she guided his face to the source of her pleasure, the smell of her arousal mixing with vinyl as she rubbed her pussy gently against his nose, driving his need to please her even higher. “Think you can make me come, boy?”
“Oh yes, mistress. Please… let me worship your pussy,” he breathed.
She took a couple of steps back and he moaned at the loss of her nearness. Biting his lip, he watched her ease down her sleek black panties, revealing the smooth shaven lips of her pussy. His eyes hungrily fixated on her satiny skin, licking his lips in anticipation. After she stepped out of her panties, his eyes were drawn to the wet circle that marked her arousal.
“Taste,” she ordered, scooting the discarded garment before him with the tip of her shoe. Eagerly he bent to the task, lapping at her mouthwatering essence while looking up into her eyes.
She seated herself in a comfortable chair, spreading her legs wide as she motioned him to her with the crook of her finger. He crawled to her, watching her stroke her smooth pussy. “Look, but don’t touch,” she said, parting her lips. The sight of her swollen, pink clit, glistening with moisture, caused his cock to throb. His heart nearly stopped when she stroked through her wetness encircling her clit. “Lick. Slowly.” Her rich voice now husky with need.
His heart hammered hard in his chest as he licked his lips, his face inching toward the
center of her arousal. With the tip of his tongue, he made one slow and determined lick, looking up into her eyes for approval.
“Yes, like that,” she breathed, moving her hands to the side of his head, pulling his face closer to her beautiful pussy.
His tongue found every crease and nerve ending, making her squirm in her seat. Her breathing became labored as his tongue dipped lower, gathering her wetness. The smell of her arousal had him near to exploding as his tongue worked tirelessly, making her moan. Her fingers curled into his hair, her grip tightening.
“Faster,” she cried.
Her milky thighs trembled against his cheeks as he pushed her higher. He felt her pussy clench as he reached deeply into her with his tongue. The need to make this woman come apart drove him mad as he sucked, licked, and nibbled. Her clit throbbed wildly as he pulled it between his lips, flicking his tongue over it rapidly, making her moan.
Her legs encircled his shoulders, pulling him in more as her hips began bucking softly against him. He could barely breathe as she smothered his face, her pussy undulating beneath his lips until her body went rigid and her raspy breathing became a shrill cry of passion. Her nails pressed into his scalp as she bucked fitfully during her powerful orgasm.
The image of her coming undone sent Shane over the edge. A deep growl filled his ears as his hot seed erupted forcefully, surging repeatedly against his belly. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the mess. When had his hand reached into his pants? Relaxing back against the couch, he let his body recover from the immense orgasm.
Looking at the array of papers scattered around him, he smiled. Eighteen thousand might seem a tad steep, but if just thinking about his fantasy woman could make him spend that hard, he could only imagine what it would be like for real at Pleasure Bay.
* * *
“Hello?” Jen answered, pulling the towel from her head, the long wet strands of her copper locks falling against her back.
“Is this Ms. Reed? Ms. Jennifer Reed?” the man asked.
“Speaking,” she said spryly.
“Dimitri De Luca, calling from Pleasure Bay. Our staff has been looking over your application. Regrettably, we do not normally allow the type of fantasy you have requested. We are happy to work with you on your second choice, but you failed to answer.”
Before Dimitri could say more, Jennifer interrupted. “I don’t have a second choice. If I can’t have the fantasy I requested, please disregard my application. I’m sorry to have wasted your time. Have a good day, Mr. De—”
“Please don’t hang up, Ms. Reed. As I said, we don’t normally allow this type of fantasy. I’m sure you can understand our concerns. We have done so in the past for regular clients, but never a first timer. If we were to make an exception, we would need you to complete some additional legal documentation. A full disclaimer that states your unequivocal consent and a release of liability for both the resort as well as the partner we have arranged for you.”
Jennifer felt a stirring in her belly when the man told her they had found her a partner. Could it be that her topmost secret fantasy might actually come true for her after all? She had inquired at a few BDSM clubs and applied to a couple of other fantasy-based resorts, but until now, all of them had flat out rejected her request for the same reason Dimitri had stated. She realized it was risky, but that’s the kind of girl Jennifer was, overly passionate about everything in her life—her job, her friends, her car, and especially her sex life.
“I’ll sign anything you need me to, sir,” she said excitedly, doing a happy dance right there in her kitchen, almost losing her towel in the process. “I can’t believe it. Thank you so much.”
“Don’t thank me just yet, Ms. Reed. In addition to the disclaimer, we need to go over a few things before we can give you an actual decision. Your application and fantasy summary are quite extensive, and I must say, we really appreciate that. However, unless we can reach a compromise on some of the details of your fantasy, I’m afraid we won’t be able to accommodate your request.”
“Oh, don’t say that,” she whined. “I was so happy just a second ago.”
“We understand that you want everything to be as real to life as we can make it, but we insist that you have a safeword before arriving. And that you allow us to assign a member of our security team to keep an eye on you at all times.”
“What?” she asked, shocked. “I don’t want some security dude watching me while I’m… um, getting busy.”
“He won’t be watching you in the act, Ms. Reed. He will be assigned outside of your room to make sure we can act promptly if anything should arise. Allow me to continue with our contingencies. You will not be permitted to request or use any gags while you are here. Due to the nature of your request, we don’t feel comfortable inhibiting the use of your safeword. Lastly, both you and your partner will be required to visit the main house at least once a day to check in with me.”
“Check in for what? Isn’t the security guard enough?” Jennifer’s hopes began to dwindle. She wasn’t about to fork over 25K for a fantasy and not be allowed to have it the way she wanted.
“Because sometimes appearances alone do not tell us that you are indeed safe and secure, Ms. Reed. The type of fantasy you are requesting can have consequences that we are not sure you are fully aware of. We will need to monitor your psychological well-being as well as your physical state. If you agree to these stipulations, we will take care of the additional paperwork upon your arrival. We will also require that you meet with our psychologist for evaluation before final approval. If she doesn’t feel you are fit to handle the fantasy, your deposit will be fully refunded, and you can enjoy one of our complimentary guest huts until your departure on Sunday.”
Jennifer chewed at the inside of her lower lip. She wanted her fantasy to come true, but she wanted it to be uninhibited. She didn’t mind the safeword, or the restriction on the use of gags, or even the preliminary psych test, but having to report once a day would kill the realism that she was looking to experience.
“Ms. Reed?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking that having to report for a mini mental-health check every day was going to detract from the enjoyment of my fantasy.”
“I can assure that you will enjoy your fantasy. Like our website promises, satisfaction guaranteed. So what do you say, yes or no, Ms. Reed?”
This was probably the closest she was ever going to get to safely fulfilling her most secret sought-after desires. She wasn’t going to let a few rules ruin it completely for her, was she?
“Yes!” she said resolutely. “I’ll agree to your contingencies.” Her belly clenched again with renewed hope and anticipation.
“Very good, you can expect your confirmation email in a couple of days. We look forward to seeing you this weekend.”
“As do I, sir. Have a good day.”
Jennifer slapped the cordless phone into the charger and happy-danced her way back to the bathroom. Finally, she was going to get her abduction fantasy. How would they arrange it, she wondered, applying her makeup and doing her best with her stubborn hair. Surely, they wouldn’t introduce him to her. That would kill the best part.
Would they send her to the grotto spa for a private massage and maybe while the man was rubbing her down, he’d tie her hands behind her back and tell her that he wasn’t going to let her go until she agreed to please him—every way he liked. Naturally, she wouldn’t agree, at least not at first. She would call his bluff and offer to report him if he forced himself on her.
“Why would I force you? You’ll be begging for my cock before I’m through,” he’d say as he tied her dainty ankles to the corners of the table.
She would be at his mercy, bound to the table while he rubbed her legs down with oil. Moving his skillful hands purposely between her thighs, kneading and squeezing as he inched his way up, he’d pause at the lower curve of her buttocks. Would he pry open her ass cheeks and peer into the furrow? Maybe he’d run a finger slowly across her sensitive h
ole, causing her to shudder and clench.
Without a word, he would oil up a finger, work it into her rear as he listened to her moans and enjoyed how she wiggled her hips. “You like that, don’t you?” he would whisper next to her ear.
She would nod her head and feel his finger withdraw, followed seconds later by his large flat hand crashing down upon one of her bottom cheeks. “Answer me, girl.”
Jennifer’s pussy clenched at the thought of the sexy man dominating her, manipulating her body, and teasing her to the point she’d forget her own name.
It had been so long since she’d lost control… really lost control. She longed for the kind of weekends she used to have with Richard. More than once, she had called in on a Monday, too sore and spent to do anything more than sleep. Richard wasn’t afraid to tickle her dark side, when it suited him, of course. He enjoyed pushing her to the edge of her limits and then skillfully coaxing her past them. Some might call her a bit of a freak for allowing some of the things she’d done with Richard, but the truth was she missed him. She longed for the carnal lust, the rough and sometimes raunchy sex, and the way he was able to make her come at his command.
She knew that Pleasure Bay wouldn’t be able to find a man like Richard; she didn’t really expect them to. But they could provide her with a long-awaited fantasy and put some spice back into her sex life.
The low chimes of her grandfather clock alerted her that it was time to get to work. It was going to be hard to keep her mind on her job this week while thoughts of how she might be grabbed, lured, or captured kept popping into her head.
Chapter One
He walked into the conference room, pleased to see his team had assembled. As he moved to his seat at the end of the long table, he eyed the chair to his right—one member was conspicuously absent.
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