Kinky Book Club Trilogy: Written Submission, unSubmissive and Undercover Submissive

by Daisy Philips

  He wasn’t just the owner here. He was the Master. He was Master Gabriel, senior Dominant, to whom all deferred. It was his kingdom and his refuge. It was perfect. Almost. He was the king of all her surveyed, but he didn’t have a queen at his side and it was all his own fault. He’d found the perfect woman.

  Amanda. She was beautiful inside and out. Their kinks matched. In the playroom she was the perfect submissive. Outside the playroom she was as unSubmissive as it got, unafraid of the Master of Club Hades. Oh, he stomped around and grumbled, but he secretly loved it when she was unafraid to challenge him.

  In other words, they were perfect together. There was just one problem. Him. He was the problem. It was ironic, really. A new training session was set to start in a few hours and would lecture the baby Doms and subs on communication and commitment, two subjects he’d get a failing grade if anyone evaluated him.

  He was both looking forward to and dreading tonight’s class. Before it was over, he’d know if he’d won over the love of his life or find out if he’d left it too late and he’d lost her because of his own foolish stubbornness.

  Chapter Two

  Ten months ago

  Gabriel walked around the floor of club. It was busy, but he’d caught a glimpse of the long flaming red hair that he suspected belong to of one the club’s newest submissives. He’d read her file and seen her photo. Now he wanted to meet her in person and see if her eyes were as green as they were in her membership photo.

  He normally vetted every new member before they were approved, but he’d been away for a week and during that time, Andrew, his best friend and longtime manager of operations, had completed her membership review and had recommended she be allowed to join without having to go through one of the three month training sessions that prospective but inexperienced submissives and Doms had to attend.

  Gabe trusted his judgement, of course. But he wouldn’t be doing his due diligence as Master of Club Hades if he didn’t meet her in person, no matter how much Andrew liked her. Their conversation this morning had made him nervous.

  “I checked her references from back east, Gabe. She’s also a friend of a member, Rick Curtis. He hasn’t been around in a long while, but he’s kept up his membership. Amanda is twenty nine and been in the lifestyle for seven years. According to her last club’s operations director, she was well liked and respected. She had been without an exclusive Dom/sub relationship for the past two years, so she’s not running from a bad relationship.”

  “She sounds great.” Clearly Andrew had a crush. Gabe decided he would have to meet this woman for himself and make sure that Andrew’s dick hadn’t overridden his normally good judgement.

  “She is! The membership director at her old club said the members were really sad to see her go as she’d been very involved in mentoring new submissives and if we had any similar kind of program, we would make a wonderful addition to our training team. I’m planning to try her out on Saturday with a Dom I’ve been mentoring one-on-one and see how that works out. We’ve been looking another submissive to help with the quarterly training sessions. She might be exactly what we need.”

  “So why did this paragon move to Chicago?”

  “Her company closed its east coast office where she’d worked for five years. They offered her a transfer to their Chicago office. Her sister and her best friend both live in Chicago so she accepted.”

  Gabe figured she’d sounded too good to be true. Andrew had been a Dom for fifteen years and didn’t get fooled easily.

  Gabe had studied her photo closely after Andrew had left his office. Miss Amanda Brooke, formerly of Boston, had long, thick red hair and big green eyes. She wasn’t classically beautiful. You rarely saw freckles on a top model, but they worked for her. He couldn’t blame Andrew for falling for her. As his boss and friend, Gabe decided that he needed to be sure that his friend wasn’t being tricked so she could get membership at Club Hades.

  He looked around. The majority of play stations were taken, but none by Andrew and Amanda.

  “Hey, Gabriel. Good crowd tonight.” He looked over to see Mike Lawson, his beautiful submissive and fiancé Kelly at kneeling at his feet and felt a twinge of envy. She was looking up at her Dom with such love and trust. Only in a long term committed relationship could you have that kind of connection with another person. He envied them and wished them well.

  He knew he would never have that in his life but that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes wish things could be different. He had tried marriage once and it had been a disaster. He knew better than to try again and ruin another woman’s life. Some men weren’t made for relationships and he was one of them and had long since accepted that about himself. It didn’t mean that he didn’t sometimes feel lonely.

  “Good to see you Mike. I must say, Kelly’s positively glowing with happiness. Have you been beating her regularly?|

  “Every chance I get!”

  They laughed knowingly as Kelly pouted. She wasn’t a masochist and Mike wasn’t as sadist. What they called beatings would be just a warm up for someone like Gabriel, but it worked that them and that’s what mattered.

  He made a few more minutes of small talk with Mike while Kelly knelt quietly. Then Gabriel resumed his circuit of the club floor. Another flash of red caught his eye. It was in a distant corner. No wonder he had missed it the first time. He headed over that way, nodding at people as he went, but not stopping.

  Success. There she was, with Andrew and another Dom Gabriel vaguely recognized. He thought for a second as he watched the two Doms talking while Amanda stood beside them actively listening. Not exactly classic submissive stance, but if Andrew allowed it, then he supposed it was acceptable.

  He frowned. Andrew had never shown any interest in a ménage before. Maybe that was Amanda’s kink? He paused to admire her curves. She was a little over average height, maybe five foot seven or eight, but what he noticed most about her besides the magnificent hair which cascaded halfway down her back, was her curves. She was wearing and an emerald green corset and matching thong which showed off her magnificent breasts and rounded ass.

  He dragged his eyes away from her to the other man standing with them. He searched his memory for the other Dom’s name. Nigel. The other man was Nigel something or other. Late twenties. Slender and not much taller than the submissive he was currently helping into position onto the spanking horse. Andrew appeared to be supervising. Now it didn’t look so much like a ménage as a training session. He felt a strange sense of relief.

  Gabriel continued watching as Nigel had trouble adjusting the bench and Andrew had to step in to help. He was enjoying watching Amanda move. Judging how her tits bounced, they were real and at least a D cup. His palms itched to squeeze them and verify his supposition.

  He watched as Andrew and Nigel helped her out of her corset and thong and helped her get comfortable on the bench. He frowned. Andrew was the trainer and hadn’t tried to cop a feel, but neither had Nigel. Were they even a couple?

  The Andrew stood back and observed as Nigel took care of the restraints that would hold her in place on the spanking bench.

  Gabe was also amused and somewhat aroused to note that the carpet matched the drapes. He decided to get comfortable and watch for a while.

  Chapter Three

  Amanda tried to get comfortable on the bench as Nigel fumbled with the restraints. Thank goodness Andrew was supervising or she would have safe worded. Nigel was not as experienced as he let on, or maybe he just wasn’t confident in his skills. She tried to smile encouragingly, but that just seemed to spook him and make him more nervous.

  She sighed. This was going to be a long night.

  Amanda had come to the club with some trepidation. She had only recently moved to Chicago and Club Hades had been recommended to her by a trusted Dom back east. She’d liked Master Andrew who had done her membership review, but it was still intimidating to come to a club alone for the first time when you didn’t know anyone.

 
As she knelt in the unattached sub’s area, she felt her stomach churn with fear and excitement. She had just turned twenty nine years old, old enough to know what she wanted. Would she finally find her forever Master, a man who could handle her in and out of the playroom? She didn’t give her submission easily. She needed a man who would earn her respect and trust. And knew how to beat her ass without leaving her black and blue.

  But she wasn’t going to meet any Doms staying at home and reading romance novels in her spare time. It’s not like a hunky Dom would just walk up to her door and ask for her by name. She had to mingle and get to know people, or so she’d heard. So she unpacked her favorite corset and headed for the club.

  Membership hadn’t been easy to obtain. The forms she had to fill out and evaluation of her knowledge she had to undergo were comprehensive. That was all followed by a personal interview. Andrew, who had conducted her interview, was professional and welcoming. He had reviewed her paperwork, asked her some questions and also asked for permission to contact her previous club for references. That was all very reassuring. It told her Club Hades cared about level of knowledge of their members.

  He’d given her provisional approval subject to her references being satisfactory, which they were. She’d done the orientation a few days ago and now, here she was. She had completed her checklist covering what she was willing to do in a scene tonight and posted it. Then she took a cushion in the unattached sub’s section and waited ready to find a new Dom.

  Two hours later she’d turned down seven Doms and was feeling pretty miserable. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t giving the Doms a chance. She knew that. Maybe she just wasn’t as ready as she thought?

  She had decided to head home when Andrew approached her with a young Dom named Nigel in tow.

  “Amanda, this is Master Nigel. He’s a new member too. His submissive Charity is experienced, but he is fairly new to the lifestyle. I need to assess his level of knowledge and the best way to do that is to see him in action with an experienced submissive. Will you assist us?”

  For the first time that night, she felt interested. She had done some teaching and mentoring in her old club and had enjoyed it. Andrew must have remembered this from her application. “Yes Sir. What do you want me to do?”

  “I thought we’d strap you down to a spanking bench and then I will observe Nigel’s abilities with sensation play. He’ll start with a barehanded spanking and work up from there. Don’t worry about toughing it out. I know you are a masochist, but the important thing is that we identify any learning opportunities for Nigel. Don’t just accept what he’s giving you if he’s doing it wrong. You have permission, no, I order you to speak freely throughout the entire session.”

  It did not start off well. Nigel had trouble adjusting the bench. Then he was too tentative and actually blushed when as Andrew helped him remove her corset and thong. Then he hadn’t been able to look at her as he helped her onto the spanking bench and he’d almost knocked her off it as he tried to restrain her.

  Finally she was in place and ready to be strapped down. Andrew had chosen a bench that was well padded and comfortable. There were knee rests, arm rests, a thick beam for her torso that narrowed part way up so her breasts dangled off each side. Then at the top there was a padded oval section like on massage tables. She placed her face down in the opening and waited for Nigel to strap her head in place.

  “Ouch! That’s my hair!”

  “Nigel, you need to be more careful. While hair pulling can be erotic, getting her hair caught in the strap and pulling strands is not.”

  “I’m sorry Andrew. Sorry Amanda.”

  “I’m fine now, Master Nigel” she reassured him.

  Finally, she was strapped down. Andrew double checked and adjusted some fastenings that were either too lose or let her move or too tight and on the verge of cutting off her circulations. Nigel apologized profusely again, but now all that was done and they were ready to begin.

  This was shaping up to be the least erotic beating she’d ever experienced. Amanda took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was going to be a long night.

  Gabriel moved closer so that he could hear what was going on. Clearly Nigel had greatly exaggerated his experience as a Dom. He hadn’t done anything right so far. And he’d actually looked embarrassed when Amanda had stood naked in front of him.

  Gabe shook his head. She had looked magnificent.

  He listened as Andrew reminded Nigel she was a masochist and would enjoy receiving pain, but that didn’t seem to help. His spanking technique was terrible. When he moved to a riding crop, he kept apologizing for every strike and when he tried a flogger, he panicked and hit himself on the leg. Twice.

  The poor guy didn’t seem to be cut out to be a Dom and he was definitely no sadist. Gabriel finally recalled what he had read in Nigel’s file. His girlfriend was a submissive and Nigel claimed to be a Dom. He was here to improve his technique or so he had claimed. Clearly he loved his girlfriend, though, to go through this for her.

  Gabriel moved closer to he could hear when Andrew asked Nigel a question. Gabe shook his head. The young Dom in training could answer questions thoroughly and confidently. When Andrew put an implement into his hand, he froze and became tentative.

  What made things even worse… according to what his file said, Nigel’s girlfriend wasn’t just a submissive… she was a masochist, a hardcore masochist who loved pain to the extent that Gabe wasn’t sure he was sadist enough to satisfy her.

  Poor Nigel, Amanda thought. He really was in over his head. She tried to get comfortable because she had a feeling she’d be there for a while and the prospects for getting an orgasm out of the scene were slipping away fast.

  She tried to concentrate on what they were saying. Andrew was trying to explain technique and Nigel was giving text book answers so perfect it was as if he’s spent time studying for an exam. But he had no feeling for any of the implements.

  She wondered if Andrew was going to give up on Nigel, and if so, maybe he could help her out. It had been months since she’d felt the strike of a flogger or, even better, a belt or a cane. She was a low level masochist and sometimes she needed that bite of pain with her pleasure. She could take care of her own orgasms, but she’d never figured out how to include the pain. Maybe she could persuade Andrew to flog her once he finally gave up on Nigel.

  Not long after she had this thought, the sound of another voice joined the conversation. It was a man. His voice was deep and rough and confident. This man was definitely a Dom and his tones sent a shiver down her spine in the nicest possible way. She tried to turn her head to see what he looked like but she was too well restrained thanks to Andrew.

  “Andrew, if I may... Nigel, I am Master Gabriel, the owner of the club. Do you really, in your heart of hearts, believe that a woman can receive pleasure from receiving pain, from being beaten?”

  “Yes…” Nigel’s voice waived but then he continued with a firmer tone, “No, Sir. No I don’t. I mean, I understand the concept and the theory behind it, the endorphin release and such, but to actually, deliberately hurt a woman… I guess I’m just not cut out for this. I’m going to tell Charity I am stepping aside and she should find a man who can give her what she wants.”

  “It’s not what she wants, Nigel. It’s what she needs. That’s your problem. If I can show you with this submissive…” He unfastened the restraints from her upper body and helped Amanda up until she was balancing on her knees.

  Amanda temporarily lost the power of speech. He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. He had long black hair tied back, black eyes and the shadow of a beard. He was tall, well over six feet and wearing a pair of black leather pants and nothing else. This put his muscles on display and he had a lot of them including the most perfect six pack she’d ever seen.

  His face was took masculine to be considered handsome, but he was the sexiest looking man she’d ever seen. She felt a surge of lust… and something more. Their eyes locked and
something passed between them, something almost palpable. She’d never had that kind of visceral reaction to anyone ever before. Her nipples tightened and she could feel a tingling between her legs.

  She wasn’t sure how much time passed. It could have been a tenth of a second, ten seconds or ten minutes before the spell was broken by a hesitant voice, “I don’t quite understand what exactly you are doing, Sir. You want me to stare into Charity’s eyes and then…?”

  Gabriel’s black eyes turned towards Nigel and when he turned back to Amanda, their connection was gone. His expression was impersonal, clinical, almost.

  “Amanda, do you agree to let me Top you? I’ve read over your check list and I promise to adhere to your limits.” His bass voice rumbled, all warmth gone. He sounded like a teacher now, a professor speaking with a student. He sounded like a Dom who was prepared to beat a submissive’s ass.

  “Yes…” Her voice came out in a squeak. She cleared her throat and tried again. “I mean, yes Sir. You can Top me.” He grinned, ran a hand down her back and slapped her ass. Hard.

  “Nigel, if I can show you that Amanda here will not just enjoy being beaten by me, but will orgasm without me even having sex with her, will you then agree to go through our three month training session to learn how to do this with Charity?”

  “You mean Charity doesn’t like sex? She just wants me to hurt her? I don’t know…”

  “No, no, no. Nigel, I’ve read both women’s BDSM checklists. They are actually quite similar except Charity likes pain even more than Amanda does.”

  “They both definitely like having sex with their Dom.” He ran his hand over her right butt cheek this time and gave it a hard squeeze. He seemed to like having his hand on her ass. She liked it too. He didn’t remove his hand as he continued speaking. He just kept squeezing her ass cheek. Amanda felt her other cheeks redden. She also felt her arousal continuing to ratchet up as he squeezed and caressed her ass. “It’s just that their idea of foreplay and yours is a bit different.”