by Vera Roberts
I slowly swing around the pole with only one arm holding onto it. It’s a new move I haven’t tried before and I’m a little scared I’m going to slip and fall on my ass. I push those thoughts out as I hook a leg around the pole and swing with my back against the pole.
It’s another new position – facing the audience head-on. I’m not hiding behind a pole or even my legs, for that matter. I’m completely exposed and everyone can see everything of me – my flaws, my strengths, my problem areas, and what I’m proud of.
I set my legs down and gyrate my entire body from chest down to my knees. So many dancers only gyrate their pelvic region, but there’s something so sensual about moving the entire body in a fluid, wave-like motion.
I jump back onto the pole and slowly swing around it, holding onto it with both hands. I set my legs down and jump onto the pole again, splitting my legs open. Once again everything is in full view to the audience. The strength of my legs. My core. Even the balls of my feet.
I fold into the fetal position and continue to swing around the pole, hanging on by just one arm before I dive into the splits again. My movements are hard, fast, and succinct. I need to move at a break-neck speed before the audience realizes what in the hell they just saw.
I stop swinging as I hang upside down, my head near the floor. I open my legs again and hold it. This is going to be the money shot. And yes, I know what a money shot means. Ian gave me one last night.
I release my hold and walk around the pole again before I jump on it again. I have one arm above me and one below my torso. Lifting myself upside down, I spread my legs again in the air and again hold that position. I ease myself down and climb to the top of the pole.
I’ve never been this high on the pole before. I always had a limit on how high I would climb up and yet today, those limits were crushed. In fact, every single limit I’ve had on myself has been obliterated.
I have Whitney to thank.
She was the one that pushed me, forcing me to do a routine repeatedly until it was perfect. She never demeaned me or made me feel stupid if I messed up. Instead, she encouraged me to work smarter, not harder, and make it all perfect.
I owe everything to her.
I’m at the top of the pole, supporting myself with just my core and legs. My arms are spread out like wings and my legs are crossed around the pole. Just when the bridge of the song begins, that’s my cue.
I curl up into the fetal position and drop, stopping only inches from the floor.
“Yasss, hunty!” Whitney stands up and claps. “That’s my Domi! That’s my Domi! That’s my Domi!” She sings.
I carefully release my hold and stand up. It’s one thing to have a bunch of internet strangers adore you but when someone within the industry sings your praises, that’s a new ballgame altogether.
I feel like I can move mountains. I guess there is something to mustard seed strength.
~~~~~~
“What is the relationship between you and Saint Nick?” I carefully ask, gauging Whitney’s reaction. Whitney showed me new routines all day and pushed me to go beyond my limits. Now I feel like I can do anything. “I’m confused by it all. It seems you submit to Him, but you’re respectful of His marriage to Zerrin.”
“Zerrin is my sister and soulmate,” Whitney replies as she sips from a water bottle. “Master is…everything.”
That still doesn’t answer the question I’m looking for. Whitney and Nick aren’t a couple and they’re not having an affair behind Zerrin’s back, but something seems off-kilter about the whole shebang. “Okay.”
“I help Master relieve some pent-up aggression He might be dealing with. He’s one of the nicest and most gentle Sadists I’ve ever met.” She pauses for a moment and briefly looks out the window. “I don’t mind being choked now and again or often if I could.”
My eyes widen to the size of golf balls and Whitney is still staring out the window in a dream-like state. Did this bitch just say…? “You like that kind of stuff?”
“It’s not for everyone,” she turns her attention back to me. Her eyes are glossy like she’d just seen stars. “Some Masters won’t do it. Some submissives crave it.”
The question is on the tip of my tongue and I have to ask it. “Has Ian ever…?”
“That’s a conversation you need to have with Master Ian,” Whitney slowly blinks. “If you want to know, He’ll tell you everything He thinks you should know.”
I should know? It doesn’t escape me on the specific terms she’d used. I guess she knows there are things I probably don’t need to know and you know what? I’m not about to question any of it. “Got it.”
“It’s also okay if you want to casually participate in BDSM,” she begins, “Scott and Mariana tend to do it more in the bedroom, with occasional non-sexual activities. Saint Nick is true to the Lifestyle and it’s 24/7 for Him. It’s His calling and He’s very, very good at it.”
“I’m afraid if I only do it sometimes, it’ll push Ian away.” It’s a silly thought to have taken the fact he branded me last night with well…him. But I can’t help it. I do wonder if I’ll ever be enough for him. He has a ton of experience and Ian’s been my only partner. I have nothing to compare him to (nor do I want to).
I just wonder if he wants someone who has more experience?
“I probably shouldn’t be telling you any of this but I’m willing to accept the punishment for doing so.” It’s the second time I’ve heard someone use similar words in what they’re about to tell me. The respect and honor is so deep in the BDSM community, it feels like it’s a new world. “This is the first time in years Master Ian has practiced. He didn’t start practicing again until two years ago.”
Two years ago was when Ian and I met. “Do you remember when exactly?”
Whitney ponders for a moment and narrows her eyes. “I think the spring time was the first time He reappeared at the Boundary and Dungeon.”
I faintly remember it was around finals when I first saw Ian. That would put the first time we’ve actually met sometime in April. I don’t want to make too much of it because it’s truly a coincidence but I can’t help to wonder if there was any connection to us meeting and Ian practicing BDSM again?
There I go again with my overactive imagination.
WAIT A MINUTE!
My brain is screaming at me as the puzzle pieces slowly come together. All of the women he was seen with…they weren’t girlfriends…they were submissives…he only took me to the galas and to family gatherings.
Ian cock-blocked me for two years only to reveal this part of him after we’re together and after we’re engaged to see if it was something I could really handle. I don’t know if I want to hug him or throat-punch him.
Would it have made a difference if I knew about it two years ago? I might have been more of a fiend back then than I already was. He literally would’ve been everything come true from every smutty e-book I’ve ever read.
But behind Ian’s dominant nature, there’s a broken man who has battled the depression of losing his mother for years. His demons almost consumed his life and for a large part, they did as he pursued street justice for Lula Jean. He’s gone to extremes for revenge and only now…now…he’s getting to experience life the way he should’ve been.
And Ian knew the other women wouldn’t have been able or cared to handle it. He knew I was the only one that could.
“Are you okay, Domi?” Whitney’s soft voice soothes me. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed.”
I shake my head of the thoughts and smile back to her. “I’m fine. Perfect, actually.”
“Let’s go over the routine one last time and close up here for today. Tonight is a special night. Master Scott and His girlfriend, Mariana, are flying in. They’re going to do a demonstration on sensory deprivation. It should be a lot of fun.”
I’d never seen Scott do a demonstration or anyone else for that matter. I’m excited about it. “Let’s do this!”
~~~~~~
; The Dungeon is nothing what I’d expected. Honestly, I’m not sure what to expect.
It was a three-story building located in the heart of New York. It was an assuming brick building and I think that was the intention of it. No one would walk past it and think some of the world’s hottest sexual acts are performed in this very building.
Inside, however, it was something completely different.
A large chandelier greeted me in the foyer. There a closet for coat-check and several security guards stationed at different areas. Hues of burgundy, magenta, green, and blue filled the smoky, odorless air; bouncing off the dulce de leche-colored walls.
People were in various stages of undress. Some were completely nude with only rope. Some were nude with only a collar. Some were half-dressed, while some were fully-dressed. Some women wore high heels, some wore ballerina flats, and some were barefoot.
Everyone was polite and well-mannered. Even when people cursed, they weren’t disrespectful about it.
And the guests….the guests came from every walk of life. There were teachers, CEOs, students, homemakers, accountants, garbage men, cashiers….you name it, they were there.
They were all the same. No one cared about the major deal someone had just closed. No one cared about what protest someone else just went to. No one cared about politics and the like. They were all there to get off and get freaky.
I loved every moment of it.
When I walked in with Ian, all eyes turned to us. He politely smiled to everyone who came up to him and introduced me as His submissive, Dominique. I caught a few jealous glares from other women but no one was disrespectful.
They respected Him too much to say anything.
I felt spectacularly underdressed in a long body-hugging dress and heels. I thought I was a being a bit sexy showing some décolletage but when I saw a woman who had bigger tits walk past me, I was shook silent.
“Are you comfortable, pet?” Sir asks me.
A server came by with champagne and Ian grabbed two glasses for us, handing one over to me. “Surprisingly, I am. I thought I would be very uncomfortable here but I’m not. I wouldn’t say it’s like coming home but it’s definitely not as bad as I thought it would be.”
“BDSM isn’t one-size-fits-all. Everyone believes you have to be a certain type of person, financially-speaking to be a part of this Lifestyle and you don’t.” Ian smiles at me. “You’d be amazed how many college students get down.”
I feel my cheeks turn crimson. “Touché.”
“Not really.” He replies, caressing my cheek. “I wanted to show you that we’re all the same despite the perceived differences out there.” He motions to the front doors. “Behind closed doors, anything goes. But outside those doors, it’s privacy we respect of each other.”
“You speak from experience,” I begin, “do tell.”
“There was a submissive one time. Beautiful woman with one of the most beautiful bodies I’ve seen. She wanted me to do everything to her and I did. One night I blew her mind as I blew a few loads. I saw her a few months later at a gala here with her husband and teenage children. We instantly recognized each other but never hinted where, how, or why. I don’t know if her husband knew, doesn’t know….” Ian shakes his head. “…it really doesn’t matter. All I do know is when we’re outside those doors, our secrets in here are safe.”
I know there’s a lot of respect and honor in BDSM but I have a hard time believing people are that respectful. “Non-disclosure agreements?”
“Damn straight.” Ian looks up at the time as other people begin to assemble to another room. “It’s time for the demonstration with Master Scott. Let’s go.”
~~~~~
The demonstration room was stadium-like with plush chairs. As I sat with Ian, I noticed how quickly the auditorium was filling up. It seemed Master Scott drew a large crowd and it was pretty standard.
Scott and Mariana entered the room and there was already a large round of applause for the couple. Mariana was dressed in a silk robe and Scott wore dress slacks with an open collar. My eyes were pinned on the couple as they briefly talked to each other before Scott pulled off Mariana’s robe and revealed her nude body.
Mariana got on top of the table and laid down, while she awaited Scott’s further instruction. Just like with Zerrin and Whitney, she looked comfortable and at peace.
“Is the first time he’s done a demonstration?” I quietly ask.
“With Mariana, yes,” Ian nods, “but no, not his first time. He’s rather an expert at this.” He looks to his left and politely nods to Zerrin and Nick, who have joined us in watching Scott’s demonstration.
Mariana is tied up against the leather table with everything exposed. Her toned and slightly oiled legs are spread wide, exposing a soft mound of hair on her sex. Her breasts – which I have to admit look damn-near perfect – have erect nipples due to the coldness of the room.
Her hands, bound to the table, softly grasp and pinch the leather cushions. Her lips are moving as if she’s speaking to herself or saying some sort of chant and she occasionally licks them. She looks so vulnerable, yet so raw. It feels like this is second-nature to her.
Scott casually walks around the demonstration area and makes sure everything is prepared and ready. He’s wearing a black shirt with matching slacks and a gold belt buckle. His dress shoes are the only sounds in the intimate room, as no one dares to say a word.
“I have so many questions,” I softly speak as I settle back into my chair.
“Ask as you watch,” Ian answers me, “Master Scott will do a thorough demonstration on everything but you can ask me or Saint Nick about any concerns or questions.”
The small room slowly fills up and some people are lined up against the wall. I’m actually surprised. Zerrin told me Scott was one of the best Doms in the world but for Him to command this attention? Mind-blowing.
I watch Scott walk over to Mariana and speaks to her. It seems like he’s checking to see if she’s okay and if she needs anything. He blindfolds her and I slightly gasp. She’s bound to the table and she’s blindfolded?
OMFG. That’s super hot! Memories of how Ian blindfolded and bound me to the table come flooding back. I have to tightly close my legs from keeping them falling open.
Master Scott walks around the table and stands in front of it, addressing the audience but solely focusing His attention on her. “Tonight, Mariana has let me do a demonstration on her. Sensory deprivation.” Sir stepped aside and the audience had a full view of Mariana’s fully nude body, including her parted thighs exposing her slit. “As you can see Mariana is completely nude.
“Her body is very small and lithe,” Scott walked up to Mariana’s breasts. Her nipples were firm by the cold breeze in the room and became perkier when his hands gently squeezed them. He walked his fingers down her torso, stopping at the small patch of hair leading to the vee of her sex. His fingers lightly brushed against her clit and she shuddered in response. “Her cunt is warm and ready.”
He grabbed a blindfold and put it over her eyes. “I blindfolded her so her only focus would be on the pleasure she is receiving and not eyes looking down on her and critiquing her performance.
“Tonight, Mariana will climax in a variety of ways using different implements. I will need complete and total silence during this demonstration.” The lights dimmed around the demonstration table. “Now we shall begin.”
I was a nervous wreck. It’s not even me on the table and yet, I’m feeling some type of way. What if I don’t like what Ian does to me? What if the BDSM fantasy was just good in the books and the movies (though Nick said it was all bullshit and I knew nothing)?
What if I’m completely over my head with this?
“To help me with this demonstration is a special friend of mine,” Scott beckons toward the door and in walks one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen. She has bright red hair, she’s also slim-thick, and she has incredible breasts. She has multiple tattoos all over her body
and she’s wearing a diamond-encrusted collar.
“And…ohhhh…” Ian’s mouth formed a small O. He slowly turned to Nick, who had raised eyebrows and shook his head.
Zerrin, however, was a bit more vocal. “Mari’s gonna kick Scott’s ass!”
“I’m sorry,” I’m confused as ever, “can someone enlighten me what’s going on?”
Before anyone could answer, Scott walked up to the woman, gave her a deep embrace, and kissed her. I was taken aback by the kiss because Mariana is his girlfriend and I get the feeling they don’t really share. That kiss with Mystery Lady With the Nice Titties wasn’t platonic or just two old friends saying hi.
If I didn’t know any better, I would assume they were probably fucking.
Scott motions Nice Titties to a chair that’s directly in front of Mariana’s sex. He simply snaps his fingers and immediately the woman starts licking Mariana’s slit. Mariana gasps and softly moans while Scott massages her breasts.
I’m leant over as far as possible I can be without falling down and breaking my nose. I have no interest in being with another woman, nor do I have any interest in participating in a threesome.
But what I’m seeing in front of me right now is just so damn hot, I’m on fire. I feel my sex softly contract and thump against my moist panties. My breathing has become restricted and a bit shallow. I’m squeezing the life out of Ian’s knee as he softly caresses my back.
I’m feeling everything at once – happiness, horniness, amazement, disbelief, greediness – in abundance. I want to see more. I want to experience more.
“Oh God, yes!” Mariana cries out and I think I just came with her.
“You like what you’re seeing, angel?” Ian’s deep voice breaks me out of my concentration and for the first time, I’m rather pissed at him. Weird.
“Um, yeah,” I manage to lay back in my seat and he wraps his arms around me, “I’m fine.” I softly point to the demonstration and watch Nice Titties caress Mariana’s legs, “I don’t understand what’s going on here, though? You and Saint Nick seem shocked at it, Master.”