Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission

by Tawny Taylor

  “I’m not telling. Suffice it to say, you don’t know your best friend as well as you thought you did.” Mary smiled over her shoulder, the expression clearly meant to jibe Britt.

  Britt gritted her teeth against the comeback rearing up in her throat and smiled back as she stumbled across the gravel parking lot. When they approached the heavy steel door, Mary motioned for Britt to keep still then knocked in a short pattern.

  The door opened, and a very tall guy in full gothic regalia—including multiple piercings on his face—opened the door, gave them both a once-over and motioned them inside.

  “Wow, it’s like ‘Open Sesame’. Is there a code word too?” Britt murmured as she stepped inside the dark club. “Reminds me of a cave,” she added after an initial sweeping glance. Dark, dingy, and echoey. Although this cave was packed full of people—mostly clad in black leather. Strange music played softly in the distance.

  “You might want to get a drink before we go inside. It’ll help you relax,” Mary suggested.

  “Why would I need to relax? I’m fine.” She rolled her head from side to side. “See? As relaxed as can be.”

  “Just try to keep an open mind, okay? This is the lounge-slash-bar area. In the next room are the other parts.”

  “Other parts?” Now, she was curious. “What kind of parts? Body parts? Car parts?”

  “Wine first.” Mary pulled her to the bar and ordered them both a glass of red wine.

  Britt sat on a barstool, swiveling around to check out the crowd. All types of people milled about, mostly young, mostly attractive, mostly dressed in black. Some wore collars and leashes and were led around the room by masked masters. Those—who she assumed were the submissives—were notably silent. The Doms—often men but not always—paused occasionally to speak with someone. “How do we find a Dom who’ll talk to us? For some reason, I’m getting the impression this won’t be easy.”

  “It might not be. Can’t say I’ve tried to talk to one before. Sometimes, they’ll come to you.”

  Suddenly nervous, imagining some masked, scary stranger approaching her, she swallowed half her wine. “What do I say if I’m not interested?”

  “Thanks, but no thanks?” Mary suggested. “Seriously, it’s all a game, and there are rules, but they’re still just people inside that leather and latex.”

  A huge man wearing a leather mask and carrying a horse crop stomped by, his gaze cold and threatening.

  “That’s hard to remember.” Britt looked away, hoping he wouldn’t think anything of her staring, and finished off the rest of the wine. Within minutes, she felt braver, thanks no doubt to the alcohol. “Okay. I’m ready. Are you going to give me a rundown of the rules so I don’t do something stupid?”

  “Sure. I don’t know everything, but this is what I’ve been told. Don’t talk to the subs unless they speak to you. Keep quiet, don’t interrupt the play. No catcalls or cheering. Keep your distance from the Dom’s tools. Don’t touch anyone’s equipment—”

  “As in genitals?”

  “As in cat-o’-nine-tails.”

  “Gotcha. What else?”

  “No pictures. And once you leave here, you don’t know any of these people. They all have lives, families, jobs. What happens here, stays here. Oh, and since we’ve drunk alcohol, we cannot play.” Mary hesitated at a pair of double doors.

  “Really? Why’s that? Er, not that I was planning on playing. At least, not the first time.”

  “It’s not safe.”

  “Oh.” A lump formed in her throat.

  “Ready?”

  She swallowed hard. “Yeah.” For a split second, Britt tried to prepare herself for what she’d see, but having no idea of what to expect, she couldn’t.

  The doors opened, and a strange world opened with them. A dark world, with people in small fenced-in areas playing out their most secret fantasies in the middle of a small but milling crowd. As they walked past one “stage” after another, she became both more uncomfortable and more intrigued. The good news, the position of her dress was much less of a concern.

  Then a familiar voice, male, smooth, sexy, made her turn around. It can’t be… She scanned the crowd for Andre’s face but didn’t see it. Strange coincidence. I could have sworn I heard his voice. “Mary, did you hear Andre’s voice, or am I hearing things?”

  “Nope,” she whispered, motioning for Britt to lower her voice.

  “Wishful thinking, I guess.” She turned back around to watch the scene in front of them. A tall, muscular Dom was demanding a woman clean his shoes. With her tongue. “Ewww.” The Dom glanced at her, and she clapped her hand over her mouth and whispered, “Sorry.”

  “Would you please be quiet?” Mary whispered.

  “Sorry, but that’s gross. Why does she have to lick his shoes?”

  “It’s a submissive’s role to do whatever pleases her Dom,” a male’s deep voice whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

  “I…see…” She turned her head to see who the speaker was. Andre! It had been him! I’m not losing my mind! What a relief. My medical coverage doesn’t pay squat for mental health care. “Andre? Fancy bumping into you here, of all places.”

  “Hi. Yeah, I had a change of plans. The weather forecast calls for rain all night. I won’t be able to work on the porch tomorrow and a friend called me…” Dressed in the same fashion as everyone else, including tight leather pants that hugged a huge bulge front and center and a net shirt that gave her a glimpse of the muscles she’d only caught a touch of earlier—along with a pair of pierced nipples—Andre appeared to fit right in with the rest of the crowd. His gaze dropped to her breasts then climbed steadily lower. “Nice dress.”

  “Thanks.” She tugged the hem back down her thighs. “Leather is tricky to wear.” Does wonders for you though. Her gaze dropped to his crotch. Please, tell me that’s real.

  “You’re doing fine. What do you think of this place? First time, I’m guessing.”

  “Is it that obvious?” She felt her face heating and wished she hadn’t guzzled that glass of wine.

  “Yeah, but that’s okay. It’s hard to hide.”

  “So, you’ve come here before?”

  “Yeah.” A passing woman—a beautiful blonde with long hair and a perfect body sheathed in black latex—tapped him on the shoulder and gave him a coy smile, and he gave her a slight nod in response. “This place is okay.”

  Who was that? His girlfriend? A sex partner—or whatever they call them here? What were the rules again? What am I doing? I don’t belong here. For the first time since stepping foot in the bar, Britt felt completely out of place. She wanted to ask who the woman was, but couldn’t. It wasn’t her right. After all, she couldn’t even call Andre a friend, yet. “I’ve seen a lot of things I’ve never seen before, that’s for sure.”

  He chuckled, and the sound—plus his playful smile—pushed aside some of her former discomfort. “I bet you have. The first time’s a real eye-opener. At least you came dressed. First time I stumbled into this place, I had on a golf shirt and khakis. I stood out like an Eskimo at a nudist colony.”

  She shared a soft laugh with him, enjoying the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled and noting the return of the hint of bad boy she’d seen earlier. At least now, she knew where that was coming from. “Are you by any chance a Dom?”

  His eyebrows rose at least an inch. “Why do you ask?”

  Because I wouldn’t mind serving you, you sexy hunk of man. If you aren’t already taken. “Well, you remember my birthday gift? The game? Um, we drew a Challenge card. We have to collect the name and phone number of a Dom.”

  “I’m not your traditional, professional Dom, no. So, I’m afraid you’re outta luck. Sorry.”

  Darn! I mean, yea! I mean…oh, what do I mean? “Traditional? Is there such a thing? And professional? Are you telling me these guys are paid to get their shoes licked clean? What a deal! Where do I sign up to be a dominatrix? I have a few pairs of pumps that could use a good
spit-shine.” Although being tied up, maybe teased with a little whippy thingy looks like fun.

  “There’s a lot more to being a Dom than what you see. Besides,” he leaned closer and whispered, “I think you’d rather do the licking, wouldn’t you?”

  She felt her eyeballs bugging from her head as the image of her kneeling at his feet, her fist gripping his huge cock and her tongue swirling round and round it like a lollipop shot through her mind. Her pussy tingled.

  “Wouldn’t you like to serve your master and receive great rewards in return?”

  More tingles skittered up her spine. Rewards. Wonder what kind he has in mind? She imagined him knocking her flat on her back, parting her legs wide and pushing his cock deep inside her pussy. A lump completely closed off her throat.

  “You’ve always wanted to be tied up, haven’t you? Forced by a dark stranger.”

  How did you know?

  “You know,” His fingertip traced the line of her throat then continued lower and stopping just above her exposed cleavage, “the beauty of being a sub is in both the giving and in the receiving.” His other hand cupped her chin and lifted it, and her gaze snapped to his eyes and froze there for a moment before sliding south to rest on his broad, smooth chest. She swore she could see his heartbeat pounding below the thick muscles. “When you please your master, you receive pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Let me guess…” When he didn’t continue, she glanced up. His smile was more wicked now than she’d ever seen it, yet she was tempted to press in closer to him rather than back away. He licked his lips then continued, “You like to be bent over and fucked from behind, right? That way, you can touch yourself and come over and over.”

  A sudden case of dizziness left her staggering and wobbly kneed. She gripped his upper arms and stared up into his eyes, eager to see if he was simply teasing her, or making some kind of offer. She couldn’t speak. Her tongue was frozen to the roof of her mouth, and her mind had become lost in a hazy fog.

  He released her chin and dropped his other hand from her chest. “Have you ever let a lover take complete control? Let him push you to your threshold then pull you back, over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore?” While he didn’t touch her, he stood so near she could feel the soft puff of air caressing her neck as he spoke. And heat radiated from his body.

  “No.” But it sounds damn promising at the moment. Some of the heat seemed to soak into her pores and shoot down to her pussy.

  “Would you like to?”

  Are you offering what I think you are? “Maybe.” She felt the chill of wetness puddle in her panties.

  He pulled a card from his pocket and handed it to her. “Call me tomorrow.”

  She glanced down and blinked away the blur of confusion and desire.

  It was a regular card, from his work. Andre Cruz-Romero, Engineering Manager. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected. Andre Romero, Dom. Specializing in erotic torture. “Okay.”

  “And wear the dress. I’ll supply the rest. See you tomorrow night. I’m looking forward to it.”

  The tone in his voice as he said the last sentence left her breathless, speechless and both shivering and hot at the same time. Glancing around, she looked for Mary. She’d had enough teasing for one night. She needed to pay a visit with her friendly vibrator. Now.

  Chapter Three

  “I knew it!” Mary smiled triumphantly. Back at Britt’s place, she gathered her things from the coffee table and couch and stuffed them in the duffle bag. “So, your hunky Andre’s a Dom?”

  “He’s not my Andre. And he’s not a Dom, at least not in the purest sense of the word, I guess.”

  “Whatever that means.” Mary zipped her bag then slung it over her shoulder.

  “My thoughts exactly.”

  “Sorry about abandoning you, by the way, but I figured you needed a little space. After the first sentence, I was squirming. I had to get outta there. Shit, that man can talk dirty. Is there anything he can’t do?”

  Not that I can tell. “I’m sure he has his shortcomings. All men do.”

  “True, but he seems to have a few more…uh…strengths than the average guy.” Mary winked. “So, are you going to see him again?”

  “Maybe. And it’s okay you abandoned me. I found you, eventually,” Britt said, stifling both a hint of jealousy over her friend’s obvious lust over Andre and the truth about how pissed she’d gotten at the club. It had taken close to an hour to find Mary, huddled in the corner and talking to the scary giant with the whip. By the time she’d found her wandering friend, Britt had been downright seething.

  Mary chuckled and winked. “At least I don’t have to ask you if you had fun.”

  “I can’t say I had fun—well, not an adrenaline-rush kind of fun—but I saw some interesting things there.”

  “Like Andre.”

  “He is the most interesting thing, er person, yes.”

  “I don’t blame you. I’d kill to be tied up and fucked by that man.”

  And I’d kill you if you did! He’s not mine yet, but if I get my way he will be soon. More jealousy wound up her spine. “He gave me his number. So, I guess I’m going on a date with him tomorrow night. Um, that is what it’s called, isn’t it? A date?”

  “Are you playing in his dungeon or going out?”

  His dungeon? Not a bedroom? “I’m not sure. I guess I won’t know until I call him. He did ask me to wear this dress again, so can I borrow it for a couple more days? I’ll have it cleaned before I give it back.”

  “Sure!” Mary gave her a gentle tap on the shoulder. “Look at you! Getting ready for your first time with a Dom. Are you nervous?”

  Hell yes! “A little. Want to give me any pointers? Um, assuming you know about these things.”

  “To tell you the truth, I’m a watcher, not a doer. But I’ve learned one thing. Make sure you have a safe word so if he gets too carried away you can make him stop.”

  “Okay.”

  “Pick something easy to remember and pronounce, too. You wouldn’t want to stumble over the word in the midst of some tense moment.” Mary grinned. “That’s about it.” She shrugged then strolled toward the front door, and Britt followed her. “Good luck tomorrow. Have fun. And call me afterward. I want to hear all about it—um, some of the juicier parts, at least.”

  “Okay.”

  Britt closed the door and headed for bed, sure she wouldn’t get a decent minute’s sleep. Even after more than an hour since she’d talked to Andre, she was still a tingly, horny mess.

  Thankful for the vibrator she had purchased on a whim but hadn’t put to use yet, she rummaged through her dresser drawer and pulled it out.

  She might be alone in body, but she had one hell of an imagination. She wouldn’t be alone in her mind. After pulling off her dress and putting on some soft music, she lay on the bed, parted her legs and turned on the toy.

  It hummed softly in her hand as she closed her eyes and imagined Andre’s flirty, wicked smile. Her pussy immediately clenched around its own emptiness.

  His words echoed in her ears, Have you ever let a lover take complete control? Let him push you to your threshold then pull you back, over and over until you couldn’t take it anymore? No doubt about it, tomorrow would be an experience she would never forget.

  Her body already tense with anticipation, she parted her labia and rested the vibrator on her clit. Immediately with the first touch, heat rocketed through her body and she sighed. It wouldn’t take much to make her climax at this rate.

  The beauty of being a sub is in both the giving and in the receiving. When you please your master, you receive pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.

  She slid the vibrator lower and pushed it inside, gasping at the intense sensations throbbing through her body. Every muscle from head to toe knotting tightly, she pulled it out then plunged it inside over and over, while she stroked her clit with her other hand.

  You like to be bent over and fucked from behind, right? That way, you can touc
h yourself and come over and over.

  She imagined herself lying in bed, her legs tied wide, Andre standing over her, watching. Her pussy tightened around the vibrator and her fingers teased her clit then pushed inside her ass. In her head, he smiled, cooing appreciative compliments about her ass and pussy. Encouraging her to come for him.

  And she came, calling out his name into the darkness. Her body spasmed, her pussy rhythmically milking the vibrator, her anus pulsing around her finger until she had no energy left. Satiated, she slid the vibrator out, turned it off and set it on the nightstand.

  And she slipped into a dream, where she and Andre fucked over and over and over.

  * * * * *

  Andre made one last attempt to fix his unruly hair. It was humid outside, and he stood little chance of taming the curls. Extra gel did little good, and he didn’t like making his hair stiff. Of all days, today he wanted it silky, touchable.

  This was it. His dream come true.

  Ever since he’d laid eyes on Britt Olson he’d wanted her. She was absolutely stunning, a classic northern-European beauty. Slim, delicately built with smooth ivory skin, brilliant blue eyes, naturally curly hair and feminine features. There was an air of innocence about her, yet boldness, too. Strength, but also vulnerability. Intelligence, but also approachability. He had the feeling she didn’t always speak her mind, and he yearned to know what secrets she kept hidden away in the cool depth of her soul. Like a deep pool, the surface seemed calm, but he wondered what currents churned below.

  He wondered what a game of bondage and submission might bring to the surface. In fact, he ached to find out.

  It hadn’t been easy explaining to friends and family members why he’d bought the run-down farmhouse when he could afford a much nicer home. The truth, he knew, would be too ridiculous for anyone to believe.

  He had bought it for her. A stranger, yes, but a woman he’d felt an instant connection with. He sensed she felt the same. If things went well, maybe someday they’d live in the house together, work side-by-side fixing it up. Raise their children.