Choose Your Shot: An Interactive Erotic Adventure

by Christine d'Abo

  “How long...” Her words were cut off when Isobel came again.

  “She has a while to go yet.” The Dom thumbed the controls once more, this time turning the speed of the machine down low. “I said she’d been a bad girl.”

  “If this is what you do when she’s bad, I’d love to see her rewards.”

  “We’re at the club a lot.” He smirked, giving Tegan a slow look down her body. “Come and find us if you want to play sometime.”

  Before she even answered, she was backing away from the table. “I might do that.”

  Isobel’s cries of pleasure chased her out into the hall where she had to fight to catch her breath. That had been way more intense than what she needed just now. It was time to go somewhere else.

  Tegan goes into the orgy room.

  Tegan goes into the clothing room.

  Tegan goes into the wax play room.

  Tegan goes to the dungeon.

  Tegan finds Eli.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Doing the Dungeon

  Go Back

  Tegan had been teased enough by her earlier adventures. She was ready for a little more hands-on action. The type of touching that came from a crawl through the dungeon. Trying to clamp down on her excitement, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  She walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was odd, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walking the few extra feet felt odd. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls.

  “Well hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”

  “I’m not that predictable, am I?” Her pussy was soaked as memories of being on the receiving end of Thomas’s flogger came to mind. “Though I’m a bit surprised to see you on this side of the door.”

  “Paul called me up and offered me a job. How could I refuse?”

  Thomas was a hard-core Dom and she loved watching how he calculated exactly what his subs needed from him to find their pleasure. Knowing that he was running this show ramped up her excitement.

  “So you’re the one with all of the rules running the show. Does that mean I have to behave myself?” She touched the side of her neck as she kicked her hip out to the side.

  “I’d never make you behave, hon. That would take all the fun out of punishing you.” He winked at her. “But there are some ground rules for play. I know you’re a switch, so you might want to make some decisions about what you’re looking for before you go down. To keep things simple and clear, we’re asking all subs to wear collars. You don’t need a Dom to go down. Lots of people are looking for playmates.”

  She shivered and knew exactly what she wanted. “Limits?”

  “There is enough equipment to keep everyone happy. Safewords are in effect and we ask that you and your partner follow the normal safe, sane and consensual rules. We do have dungeon monitors down there, so if things look like they are getting out of hand, someone will step in.”

  She expected nothing less from Mavericks. “And then they have to answer to you?”

  Thomas leaned in so his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’m the dungeon master. Everyone answers to me.”

  Shit.

  She really needed to come soon.

  Tegan swallowed and fought the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. Damn, she’d forgotten how much Thomas turned her on. Turning her face so her lips nearly brushed his cheek, she took a breath. “And does the dungeon master ever get to play?”

  “If the right submissive comes along.” He pulled away and resumed his post by the door. “Other things you should be aware of. There are some private rooms down here for those Doms who aren’t in the mood to share. They are keyed like the rooms upstairs and only the dungeon monitors can grant you access. No alcohol is permitted downstairs. Other than that, anything goes. We do ask if you plan to do anything extreme to mention it to the monitors so they are aware. Did you have any questions, Miss Tegan?”

  What time do you get off and can I be the one to do it? “I think that’s everything I need to know.”

  Thomas grinned. “Excellent. So, what are you in the mood for?”

  Tegan wants to be a Domme.

  Tegan wants to be a submissive.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Doing the Dungeon

  Go Back

  Tegan had been teased enough by her earlier adventures. She was ready for a little more hands-on action. The type of touching that came from a crawl through the dungeon. Trying to clamp down on her excitement, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  She walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was odd, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walking the few extra feet felt odd. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls.

  “Well hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”

  “I’m not that predictable, am I?” Her pussy was soaked as memories of being on the receiving end of Thomas’s flogger came to mind. “Though I’m a bit surprised to see you on this side of the door.”

  “Paul called me up and offered me a job. How could I refuse?”

  Thomas was a hard-core Dom and she loved watching how he calculated exactly what his subs needed from him to find their pleasure. Knowing that he was running this show ramped up her excitement.

  “So you’re the one with all of the rules running the show. Does that mean I have to behave myself?” She touched the side of her neck as she kicked her hip out to the side.

  “I’d never make you behave, hon. That would take all the fun out of punishing you.” He winked at her. “But there are some ground rules for play. I know you’re a switch, so you might want to make some decisions about what you’re looking for before you go down. To keep things simple and clear, we’re asking all subs to wear collars. You don’t need a Dom to go down. Lots of people are looking for playmates.”

  She shivered and knew exactly what she wanted. “Limits?”

  “There is enough equipment to keep everyone happy. Safewords are in effect and we ask that you and your partner follow the normal safe, sane and consensual rules. We do have dungeon monitors down there, so if things look like they are getting out of hand, someone will step in.”

  She expected nothing less from Mavericks. “And then they have to answer to you?”

  Thomas leaned in so his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’m the dungeon master. Everyone answers to me.”

  Shit.

  She really needed to come soon.

  Tegan swallowed and fought the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. Damn, she’d forgotten how much Thomas turned her on. Turning her face so her lips nearly br
ushed his cheek, she took a breath. “And does the dungeon master ever get to play?”

  “If the right submissive comes along.” He pulled away and resumed his post by the door. “Other things you should be aware of. There are some private rooms down here for those Doms who aren’t in the mood to share. They are keyed like the rooms upstairs and only the dungeon monitors can grant you access. No alcohol is permitted downstairs. Other than that, anything goes. We do ask if you plan to do anything extreme to mention it to the monitors so they are aware. Did you have any questions, Miss Tegan?”

  What time do you get off and can I be the one to do it? “I think that’s everything I need to know.”

  Thomas grinned. “Excellent. So, what are you in the mood for?”

  Tegan wants to be a Domme.

  Tegan wants to be a submissive.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Doing the Dungeon

  Go Back

  Tegan had been teased enough by her earlier adventures. She was ready for a little more hands-on action. The type of touching that came from a crawl through the dungeon. Trying to clamp down on her excitement, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  She walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was odd, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walking the few extra feet felt odd. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls.

  “Well hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”

  “I’m not that predictable, am I?” Her pussy was soaked as memories of being on the receiving end of Thomas’s flogger came to mind. “Though I’m a bit surprised to see you on this side of the door.”

  “Paul called me up and offered me a job. How could I refuse?”

  Thomas was a hard-core Dom and she loved watching how he calculated exactly what his subs needed from him to find their pleasure. Knowing that he was running this show ramped up her excitement.

  “So you’re the one with all of the rules running the show. Does that mean I have to behave myself?” She touched the side of her neck as she kicked her hip out to the side.

  “I’d never make you behave, hon. That would take all the fun out of punishing you.” He winked at her. “But there are some ground rules for play. I know you’re a switch, so you might want to make some decisions about what you’re looking for before you go down. To keep things simple and clear, we’re asking all subs to wear collars. You don’t need a Dom to go down. Lots of people are looking for playmates.”

  She shivered and knew exactly what she wanted. “Limits?”

  “There is enough equipment to keep everyone happy. Safewords are in effect and we ask that you and your partner follow the normal safe, sane and consensual rules. We do have dungeon monitors down there, so if things look like they are getting out of hand, someone will step in.”

  She expected nothing less from Mavericks. “And then they have to answer to you?”

  Thomas leaned in so his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’m the dungeon master. Everyone answers to me.”

  Shit.

  She really needed to come soon.

  Tegan swallowed and fought the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. Damn, she’d forgotten how much Thomas turned her on. Turning her face so her lips nearly brushed his cheek, she took a breath. “And does the dungeon master ever get to play?”

  “If the right submissive comes along.” He pulled away and resumed his post by the door. “Other things you should be aware of. There are some private rooms down here for those Doms who aren’t in the mood to share. They are keyed like the rooms upstairs and only the dungeon monitors can grant you access. No alcohol is permitted downstairs. Other than that, anything goes. We do ask if you plan to do anything extreme to mention it to the monitors so they are aware. Did you have any questions, Miss Tegan?”

  What time do you get off and can I be the one to do it? “I think that’s everything I need to know.”

  Thomas grinned. “Excellent. So, what are you in the mood for?”

  Tegan wants to be a Domme.

  Tegan wants to be a submissive.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Doing the Dungeon

  Go Back

  Tegan had been teased enough by her earlier adventures. She was ready for a little more hands-on action. The type of touching that came from a crawl through the dungeon. Trying to clamp down on her excitement, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  She walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was odd, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walking the few extra feet felt odd. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls.

  “Well hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”

  “I’m not that predictable, am I?” Her pussy was soaked as memories of being on the receiving end of Thomas’s flogger came to mind. “Though I’m a bit surprised to see you on this side of the door.”

  “Paul called me up and offered me a job. How could I refuse?”

  Thomas was a hard-core Dom and she loved watching how he calculated exactly what his subs needed from him to find their pleasure. Knowing that he was running this show ramped up her excitement.

  “So you’re the one with all of the rules running the show. Does that mean I have to behave myself?” She touched the side of her neck as she kicked her hip out to the side.

  “I’d never make you behave, hon. That would take all the fun out of punishing you.” He winked at her. “But there are some ground rules for play. I know you’re a switch, so you might want to make some decisions about what you’re looking for before you go down. To keep things simple and clear, we’re asking all subs to wear collars. You don’t need a Dom to go down. Lots of people are looking for playmates.”

  She shivered and knew exactly what she wanted. “Limits?”

  “There is enough equipment to keep everyone happy. Safewords are in effect and we ask that you and your partner follow the normal safe, sane and consensual rules. We do have dungeon monitors down there, so if things look like they are getting out of hand, someone will step in.”

  She expected nothing less from Mavericks. “And then they have to answer to you?”

  Thomas leaned in so his mouth pressed against her ear. “I’m the dungeon master. Everyone answers to me.”

  Shit.

  She really needed to come soon.

  Tegan swallowed and fought the urge to fall to her knees in front of him. Damn, she’d forgotten how much Thomas turned her on. Turning her face so her lips nearly brushed his cheek, she took a breath. “And does the dungeon master ever get to play?”

  “If the right submissive comes along.” He pulled away and res
umed his post by the door. “Other things you should be aware of. There are some private rooms down here for those Doms who aren’t in the mood to share. They are keyed like the rooms upstairs and only the dungeon monitors can grant you access. No alcohol is permitted downstairs. Other than that, anything goes. We do ask if you plan to do anything extreme to mention it to the monitors so they are aware. Did you have any questions, Miss Tegan?”

  What time do you get off and can I be the one to do it? “I think that’s everything I need to know.”

  Thomas grinned. “Excellent. So, what are you in the mood for?”

  Tegan wants to be a Domme.

  Tegan wants to be a submissive.

  Please Go Back and Make a Selection.

  Doing the Dungeon

  Go Back

  Tegan had been teased enough by her earlier adventures. She was ready for a little more hands-on action. The type of touching that came from a crawl through the dungeon. Trying to clamp down on her excitement, she pressed her way through the dancing crowd, enjoying the hands that grabbed her ass and bodies that brushed against her chest.

  The crowd thinned out as she popped out the other side and made her way down the hall. She’d been to the bathrooms more times than she could count, but even that was no longer familiar. Black paint still covered the walls, though several black-and-white photos of naked people now adorned them.

  She walked past the bathrooms and stopped in front of the man standing at the end of the hall. It was odd, but she’d never passed the ladies’ room before and walking the few extra feet felt odd. She recognized Thomas as one of the Doms from the club, and took her time admiring his skintight black shirt and leather pants. He damn near blended into the walls.

  “Well hello, Miss Tegan.” His words were soft given how husky his voice was. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here.”