UnSub

by Kendra Greenwood

  “Alyx, this is Master Sam, one of our dungeon monitors,” Jack said, distracting Alyx from her observations. “Master Sam, meet Alyx, the prospective member I was telling you about.”

  Sam eyed Alyx carefully and her first thought was his size. Were all these guys wannabe World Wrestling Entertainment champs? She noted the black polo shirt with the club’s crest on the pocket like Jack explained. “Pleasure, little pet,” Sam said. And what was with all the cutesy names? Did they all use them: little one, pet, little subbie? Weird hearing stuff like that from guys she’d just met and it certainly would’ve earned a nasty remark if they pulled that crap anywhere else.

  “Nice to meet you, Master Sam,” Alyx choked out.

  “I’m giving Alyx the tour,” Jack said.

  “Good,” and then to Alyx, “maybe I’ll catch you later,” Sam said. His words sounded ominous. And what would he do with her once he caught her? She tried to smile convincingly as Jack escorted her farther into the pulsing underbelly of the club.

  Master Mark, Master Jerry, Master Kevin and Mistresses Donna and Olivia came across their path, all dungeon monitors and all, intimidating. When had she become such a wimp? As an agent for the FBI she prided herself on being the intimidating one and this role reversal was serving to heighten her anxiety. She sighed, just get through it one night at a time and soon enough you’ll be back to your old persona, she reminded herself.

  Masters Mark and Jerry requested permission to touch Alyx and she struggled to stay in character and not deck them both. Master Kevin demanded the inspection position and slid his hands so far up her thigh she’d been prepared for a vaginal assault, but as she kept her eyes focused on the floor, she realized he was checking her anxiety level rather than copping a feel. Mistress Olivia ran a hand over her breast. Alyx had never even entertained the thought of being accosted by a woman at the club. Anything goes it seems.

  Jack pointed to the second floor. “Upstairs are the private playrooms for those who don’t care to play in public. Each has a particular piece of equipment and a bed with restraints. Doms reserve them for a set time. Steve will bring you to one of those when you arrive on Saturday so you can get acquainted and practice your scene. He’ll let me know if you’re ready to scene in public. Other than that, I think it goes without saying, but you’re not to go up there with anyone else.”

  “No, Sir, won’t be happening.”

  “Good.”

  Things were going reasonably well until they reached the back of the room. She’d wondered what was behind the lighted display windows and even with all her research and Daniel’s coaching she wasn’t prepared for it. All kinds of apparatus were being used, some equipment she recognized from Daniel’s rec room, but also things like stocks where people were secured by their appendages and necks into demeaning positions while their naked bodies were flagellated by all manners of whips, canes, paddles, leather straps and floggers. One guy dripped candle wax on to the tender parts of his submissive’s body while strapped to a bondage bench. Threesomes and foursomes abounded, varied combinations of men and women engaged in all manner of oral, anal and vaginal sex. On display for anyone to watch. This was what they called “scening,” Jack explained. Doms signed up to use the space, then put on a “scene” with their sub, while others engaged in voyeurism. When done, they cleaned all the equipment before others took their turn. Alyx’s thoughts cut to her scene with Master Steve on Saturday. If she passed his “test” would she then be required to perform in one of these display windows?

  Just when she thought it couldn’t get more brutal, Jack escorted her through a dark hallway and explained what the theme rooms were. One room mimicked an office, another like the inside of an Arabian tent, and yet another replicated a medical examining room. The hallway ended in a massive door similar to the gothic front entrance of the club and Jack explained that this was the dungeon. Alyx told herself the screams emanating from inside were “safe, sane and consensual.” But the urge to dash in there and rescue someone overwhelmed her.

  “You’re pretty tense, little one,” Jack said, giving her hand a squeeze. He hadn’t let go of her since he’d escorted her away from the bar. “Perhaps we should avoid the dungeon at this point. Under no conditions should you let anyone bring you in there, understand?”

  Alyx smiled weakly. “Sound advice, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Besides, it would be much, much harder to supervise you in there. I want someone to have eyes on you at all times.”

  “Safety first, Master Jack,” Alyx said, hoping to lighten the tension that had put a crick in her neck.

  “Exactly,” Jack said.

  Jack pulled her by the hand, leading her back to the main room. Another overly ripped dungeon monitor stopped Jack. “I need to speak with you, boss,” he said but quickly shifted his gaze to Alyx. Jack introduced him as Master Colin.

  “Hello, little one,” Colin said. He tucked his hands into his armpits. “Permission to touch your sub, Master Jack?”

  “Yes,” Jack answered.

  Colin placed his hand on Alyx’s shoulder then ran it down her arm and around her waist. He pulled her closer to him and gazed deeply into her eyes. “She’s very lovely,” Colin said to Jack, but his eyes stayed on Alyx. “Such a sweet little thing, she’ll be a welcome addition.” Alyx tried not to squirm as Colin slid his other hand over her breast, lingering over her nipple, then gave it a little tug. Alyx let out a squeal and Colin smirked before releasing her.

  “Yeah,” Colin said. “She’s gonna be all kinds of fun.”

  Alyx bit her tongue, afraid that she’d drawn blood, but managed to not say anything impertinent.

  “What did you need?” Jack said, diverting Colin’s focus.

  “I think we’ve got a situation in the lower dungeon. It’s one of our regular subs and I’m pretty sure she’s faking it with Master Geoffrey. He’s too inexperienced and, well, you know how Tracy can be.”

  “All right.” Jack sighed. “Break the news to Master Geoffrey and hook him up with someone who won’t make a fool out of him.”

  “You got it, boss.”

  Colin strolled off into the club’s nether regions and Alyx drained the rest of her drink and exhaled relief.

  “You did well,” Jack said, smiling wide. “I’m sure this is difficult.”

  “Well, Sir, it’s definitely going against my ingrained desire to clobber a guy. Not to mention my self-defense training. I seriously need to keep that trigger in check. Good thing I’m not carrying my service revolver.”

  Jack smirked and put his arm around Alyx’s shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. “I know, little one. I know.”

  They ambled back toward the front of the room and Jack identified what he called the submissives’ pen, a roped off area where about twenty women sat together and chatted. Some sipped on a cocktail, all were outfitted in fetish gear and a few were manacled with chains hooked to the floor. Alyx recalled Daniel explaining that when a Dom wanted to leave his sub unattended for a few minutes he would chain her to the floor in the submissives’ waiting area. Jack further explained that as an unattached sub, this is where you waited to be approached by a Dom.

  “Let’s head back to the bar. I think you could use a second drink.” He hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then kissed her for real. This caught Alyx off-guard and she wanted to recoil from his attentions. Didn’t he have a girlfriend? A submissive of his own? Lisa, she’d met her that other night. I guess sharing was acceptable in the land of the lifestyle. Everyone touched everyone and people openly took what they wanted, whenever they wanted to, and you just had to, submit. They obviously had a totally different attitude about sex and it didn’t have anything to do with monogamy.

  Jack picked up Alyx by her waist and perched her on a barstool. Steve sauntered over, leaving Daniel at the other end of the bar. “Another drink, little subbie?”

  “Yes, please, Master Steve.” Once she started “working” at the club she’d switch to
club soda, but for tonight she needed a drink, or two.

  “Why don’t you head to the end of the bar? I believe Master Daniel has been waiting patiently for the privilege of your company.” Steve said to Jack, “Will you hand over possession of the new trainee to Master Daniel?”

  “I think that will be acceptable. We’ll see you again this weekend, Alyx.”

  “Yes, Master Jack. Thank you for the tour and also the lesson.”

  “Good. I’m glad to officially welcome you to the St. Andrews Club, Ms. Cameron. Now, when you arrive on Saturday you will report to Master Steve. He’ll put you in your cuffs and inspect your attire for the evening. You must comply with everything he tells you or he will issue you a punishment. Are we clear?”

  Alyx nodded.

  “Let me hear you, pet,” he said.

  “Yes, Sir. Report to Master Steve upon arrival and do whatever he commands.”

  “He’s in charge of the trainees and has total control. Anyone who wants to play with you will need his permission. This isn’t only for you but the protocol for all new submissives who come here without a Dom of their own.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I will also have my sub, Lisa, give you a quick tour. She’ll show you the locker room, the first aid supplies, the restrooms and introduce you to the other trainees. They will be helpful, sort of a support system, and can field any questions from the female perspective.”

  “Great, Sir. Much appreciated.”

  Steve leaned his massive forearms on the bar and gave her a wink. “I’m looking forward to Saturday, little subbie. Come ready to play. I’ve got a great scene planned.”

  Alyx’s stomach did a summersault and she struggled to stay in character. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t think of a damned thing that didn’t sound stupid or wouldn’t be an outright lie. She smiled politely and slipped off the stool, anxious to make her way toward Daniel.

  Jack put his hand on her ass, “Now, I believe Master Daniel is somewhat impatient to see how you’re doing. Go.” He rubbed her butt cheek like he owned it, then gave her a nudge in Daniel’s direction. Steve placed her drink in front of Daniel, who patted the empty seat next to him. She sipped her cocktail, trying to steady her shaking hand.

  “Breathe, little subbie,” Daniel urged. He scrutinized her face. “How you holding up?”

  “Honestly, Master Daniel,” she began, trying not to smirk at the title, “It’s all I can do to not smack someone right in the face.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” He squeezed her hand reassuringly and she relaxed at the warmth of his skin against hers. “Truthfully, I’m pretty much in the same place. If Jack or any of the other Masters puts another hand on you I just might punch someone myself.”

  His comment accelerated her heart rate and once again she struggled to make sense of her feelings for Daniel. Visiting the club had been somewhat of a wake-up call: she began to comprehend that a lot of what she’d presumed had been personal affection from Daniel was common in the Dom/sub relationship. She hadn’t gleaned this from her prior research, she thought Doms were these alpha males who liked control and had no interest in actual feelings. But now she understood that they were incredibly affectionate, protective and even warm. The intimacy they offered wasn’t only sexual, it was personal, unnervingly personal.

  “Come,” Daniel said. “Let’s go sit in one of the secluded areas where I can play with you. You need to start getting acclimated to scening in public. You’re going to get that lesson now.” Before Alyx could answer, he placed her drink in her hand and tugged her behind him like the slave she’d agreed to become. He found an empty love seat and faced her. “Drink up, it’ll give you courage.”

  She frowned. “Courage? For what?”

  He put the edge of the glass to her lips. “Trust me.” Alyx finished the icy cold scotch in a few quick gulps. “That’s my girl.” He downed the rest of his own drink, then placed the empty glasses on a side table. He sank into the soft cushions, pulling Alyx onto his lap. His erection pressed into her thigh and her breath hitched with a strange tingling excitement.

  * * *

  Time unraveled endlessly, turbulently, until once again Daniel feasted his eyes on Alyx, as Jack returned her to the bar. He’d followed Alyx and Jack around for a bit and witnessed at least three of the Masters, his former friends, manhandling Alyx as she made her way through the maze of heaving flesh. Having her back in his arms began to calm him and he desperately wished this night would end. Yet he had to make this convincing. He sorely wanted to fuck her right here on the loveseat, and he would have with a regular submissive in the old days. But somehow, scening in public, especially with Alyx, didn’t hold the allure it used to. He wanted her alone, in private and to himself.

  Daniel wrapped Alyx tightly in his arms. He buried his nose in her hair and inhaled her fragrant essence, then pushed her hair off her face and nibbled at her ear. Alyx giggled like she always did when he kissed anywhere near her neck. “I missed you.” He sighed. “And seeing everyone touch you nearly killed me.”

  Alyx faced him, her normally light eyes darkened in the dimly lit room. “Sir, I didn’t like those men touching me, not like I like it when you do.”

  “I like touching you, little subbie.” Daniel eased a hand into her bodice and searched out a nipple. His tongue claimed her mouth as he gently twisted the erect nipple between his fingers. Alyx let a tiny squeak escape her. Deftly, he unlaced the bustier and opened it to reveal her breasts. Rolling her left nipple between his fingers, Alyx gasped and covered herself with her hands. Daniel grabbed both her wrists and pulled them to her lap. “Be still, little pet, submissives allow their Doms to expose them and play with them in public.”

  Using one hand, he buckled the cuffs on her wrists together. “Keep your hands here. Do not move them or I will be forced to spank you right here on the couch in front of everyone.” He watched as Alyx surveyed the people seated nearby. Worry pinched her eyebrows. No way he’d actually spank her here, although he had no intention of letting her know that. He’d stop playing like this a year ago, having lost his taste for public sexual displays, but he had to keep up appearances for the sake of getting the job done. For Alyx.

  With a hand on her chest, Daniel forced her to lay back, her head resting on the small couch’s arm. He opened the bustier wider and grasped a breast in his hand and began to massage the warm flesh. “Close your eyes, little subbie,” he ordered. “Just forget where you are and only feel my hands.”

  Daniel leaned over and kissed her full lips, gently letting his tongue dance with hers. His palm drifted across her flat stomach and he slid his fingers into the waistband of her skirt. Alyx squeezed her knees together in response to his probing fingers. Removing his hand, he pulled one knee up and pressed it into the back of the couch. “Put your other foot on the floor,” he whispered. Alyx hesitated and he responded by placing it there himself.

  Alyx opened her eyes and stared at him. “I don’t want to do this here with people watching.” Daniel knew this would be difficult, but he wanted her to do this with him before she was forced to play with Steve in public. On the other hand, he sorely wished he could talk her out of this whole ridiculous charade, although he considered that highly unlikely.

  “You will do as you’re told, little subbie,” Daniel said, trying to sound intimidating. “I doubt that you’re going to stay still, so I’m going to restrain you.” With a swift motion, he had her wrists over her head and cuffs snapped to a ring hanging off the loveseat’s arm.

  Alyx gasped. “Geez, does everything around here have restraints on it?”

  “You have no idea,” Daniel said. “Now, quiet. You’re in protocol and you will not speak unless I give you permission.”

  Alyx’s gaze bit into him and he wanted to grab her and make a run for it, but he couldn’t. He had to get the job done. They were nearly at the finish line and he couldn’t fade now. Besides, having her here, nearly naked, had his blood rushing and hi
s erection straining his pants. The sooner he got this job done the sooner he’d have her home where they could really let loose.

  Daniel let his hand fall between her legs, hiking the hem of her skirt up. One hand stroked her inner thigh, stopping an inch short of the V between her legs. “Relax, little pet. Put your mind on a beach somewhere and let me take you where you need to be.” He studied her face. “What is it, Alyx? You may speak.”

  “I don’t want you to make me come in public. Please, Daniel, don’t make me.”

  “It will be expected, Alyx. How do you plan to be convincing if you don’t?”

  “Well, Sir, I planned on faking it with Steve or any other Dom that I had to play with.”

  Daniel tried not to laugh. “Oh, baby, that’s not going to fly here. Everyone will know.” But then he blurted, “Alyx, please tell me you haven’t been pulling that shit on me.”

  Alyx’s eyes widened and Daniel became fearful of her answer. Could he have been so overconfident that he could have been duped? He knew when he made a woman come. He considered himself quite adept at his skill in that regard. But now?

  “Well,” she began, and his stomach clenched as he prepared himself for truth. “That was my plan, but unfortunately your exceptional sexpertise derailed me.” She smiled at him, a wry smile.

  Relief flooded through him. “Sexpertise? Did you coin that phrase? I’ve never heard it before.” Daniel placed his hand on the inside of her thigh and pressed it into the back of the couch, hiking her knee nearly to her waist.

  “Uh… What was the question again, Sir?”

  “Never mind, little subbie. That’s enough jabbering with those sexy lips of yours. Keep quiet and close your eyes. The sooner we’re done here the sooner I can get you home for some real fun.”