Then my mind went to Molly and our first nights together. They were quite vanilla, and I explored every inch of her. I tasted her from head to toe. Her image, her dark hair, and beautiful face were branded in my brain. I got off on the way men stared at her with lust in their eyes and how women turned their heads in envy. Molly wore the curves God gave her with pride, and I adored every nook and cranny of her. When I’d first seen her as a Domme, she was trussed up in black lace, and her ample bosom brimmed out of her corset. Her small waist hips, and well-shaped legs−I almost swallowed my tongue.
The first time we fucked was in front of her entire club with me submitting to her. Our next time together, Molly submitted to me, our roles had changed, and I had become her Dom. Tonight I needed to be that Dom, and I was hoping my needs could be met. Love was never a necessary element, but I’d found out that with emotions, the experience was mindboggling. Trust was so much a part of BDSM.
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Dominic was waiting for me in one of the private dungeons. He sat on a leather couch, completely dressed in black. His smile was dazzling, and he stood when he saw me. “Russell, I’m so glad you decided to join me. You won’t regret this.”
“I hope not. I’m really in need of some kink. My fingers itch to hold a crop again, the palms of my hands long to slap a well-padded ass, and I need a good fuck.” I said, shaking Dominic’s strong hand.
He checked his wristwatch. “They’re never late, and we have ten minutes left to bullshit. Have you talked to Molly?” he asked.
“Yes, I have. She called. She said you spoke with her. I’m not sure how I feel about that, Dominic. I’m still very much in love with her, and I’d appreciate if you’d stay away from Molly.”
The look of surprise on his face told me he cared about Molly and me.
“Russell, I’d never…”
“I know, I know, Dominic. It’s just that I can’t believe she did this. But we do have an invite to her club this Friday. Are you game?”
He had a strange look on his face but answered.
“Yes, of course I’ll be there. But will you be okay with it?”
“I said yes. I’m looking forward to it. I want to see how Molly reacts to me being a Dom to others. She’s been quite adamant about being a dominate. Who knows… this could be a new beginning for us.”
Dominic grinned. “You’re right. I told you that long ago. I’m glad you’re looking forward to our encounter tonight and with Molly Friday night.”
Part of me was excited but part of me had trepidations. “How did I allow myself to fall this deeply under her spell, Dominic?” I asked as I removed my trench coat and turned to him.
His eyes widened at the sight of me, and then he broke out into a smile. “Love does strange things to a man. I envy you. I’ve never been in love, but I’d never fault anyone for their actions because of it.”
There was a very unusual glint in Dominic’s eyes. It was one I’d seen there before when he was holding back a decadent surprise. I could feel the rush of desire sweep through me. What was he up to? What did he have planned?
He motioned for me to sit on the leather couch next to him. “I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised tonight.” He clapped his hands loudly. The door opened and two masked women in white robes walked in. Both bowed before us. I took a good long look at them. They were different in height and bone structure. The two women let their white robes fall to the floor. Beneath, they wore white leather thigh high boots with stiletto heels, white leather corsets that fit under their bare breasts, and no underwear.
Both were shaved bare, their bodies had no visible scars or blemishes, and the hair was tucked neatly under a cap which was attached to their masks. Both women were fit and full breasted. My cock twitched. My hand went down to rub it. Dominic’s hard-on was more than evident.
“Roxanne and Gwenn, you already know me,” Dominic said. “I’d like you to meet my good friend, Russell. He’ll be fucking and playing with you both tonight.”
“Nice to meet you,” said the smaller of the two, “My name is Roxanne.”
“And my name is Gwenn,” said the taller one.
I held out my hands for both of them to take in good faith. I held their hands firmly, trying to assure them that as a Master, they could put their trust in me.
“Have you established your safe word for the evening?” he asked.
“Yes, Master,” they said in unison.
“Mine is red,” said Gwenn.
“And mine is lemon,” said Roxanne.
Everything was so calm, so civilized, as were all introductions at a reputable club. Dominic knew my limitations, and his own. The subs always carefully picked, according to their tastes in a Master.
There was no doubt that there was a sexual attraction, and I could sense the need for a little more sadomasochism.
Both girls got down on all fours and crawled to us. My body shook with anticipation. My sub raised her head when she got to me.
“Master,” she whispered. “May I speak?”
“Of course,” I answered.
“I belong to you,” she said, her voice so soft and sexy. “Would you like me to remove my mask?”
“Yes, my pet, I would.”
When she undid the strap at the back of her mask, it released her mane of dark hair and curls fell to her shoulders. Her angelic face came into view, and as she smiled, I noted her dimples and perfect white teeth. Her deep blue doe eyes were heavily made-up and mesmerized me. She was exquisite. My cock was hard and pressing against the zipper of my trousers. Her warm slender hands slid up my thighs.
“Master,” she whispered. “I am hungry for you. Please, may I suck you?”
“Yes, my pet,” I answered breathlessly. She’d already gotten deep under my skin. I could see her full lips around my cock, but I could also see more. I could see her on the St. Andrew’s cross with faint red marks from my crops across her full tits. I envisioned her nipples hard and her pussy glistening with her juices, waiting for my commands. My head was spinning. I laid my head back on the couch and touched the top of her head as she unzipped my trousers and sucked my cock down her throat. Fuck, there was nothing quite as satisfying as a warm tongue laving my cock.
I wanted to cum, but I also wanted more. I let her suck me, nibble me, and run her tongue over the opening of my dick. She had great expertise. She pushed down at the base of my cock a few times, keeping my impending orgasm in check. I felt invigorated, and then I turned my head toward Dominic.
His sub was sucking his large cock ferociously as saliva dripped down her lips. Dominic turned his head to me. “Like old times.” he said with a huge grin on his lips. “It will only get better.”
I gently pulled Roxanne’s lips off me. “On the cross,” I commanded her.
“Oh, yes, Master,” she said with an excited glint in her eyes. She was no stranger to the erotic pain I was about to bestow upon her. I took her hand and led her to the cross. I strapped her to it and tweaked each nipple with my fingers. She closed her eyes and smiled. I grabbed the crop Dominic had laid out on a bench near the couch. I snapped it in the air then let the velvet tendrils sweep across Roxanne’s breasts. Her sharp intake of breath told me I had she was in her zone. Her nipples hardened. I snapped my crop countless times until her breathing increased, and she began moaning.
The faint red marks across her chest told me it was time to stop. My cock ached, my balls were tight, and I needed to fuck.
Roxanne’s head hung limply on her neck. I could hardly hear her breathing. I walked over to her and began to unstrap her from the cross. She fell into my arms. I picked her up and took her over to one of the fucking benches. I put her down on her feet, turned her from me, and bent her over. My hand went to her pussy. She was so wet and ready. Near the bench were condoms. I ripped one small foil package with my teeth and slipped it on. The sight of her pink cheeks was fuel to the fire that was burning deep inside.
Screams of passion echoed from across the roo
m. The smell of sex permeated the dungeon. I was gone, so overheated I couldn’t see straight. My cock ached, and the tip wept with my precum, smearing the inside of the tip of the condom.
I grabbed the lubricant that was with the condoms and put a glob on my hand. I wanted my cock in her ass, and I encountered no resistance as my fingers fucked her tight hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Roxanne, moaned as I eased myself into her ass.
“So fucking good,” I said loudly as my hips began their erotic movement; she spread herself wide.
“The small vibrator, Master,” she said. “The one in the small clear case, oh, God, may I use that in my cunt?”
I quickly handed it to her. I’d feel the vibrations as she used it on herself.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Dominic’s hands grabbing the firm ass of his sub as he aided her in her ride. Body to body they slammed into one another; the scene erotic and pushing me near the edge, along with the vibrations from Roxanne’s little toy. With my final thrust, I came hard. She moaned and took a deep breath as her body stiffened, and for a fraction of a second, she was somewhere else as her orgasm overtook her.
Sweat had erupted on both of our bodies. My hold on her became less restrictive as I pulled my cock out of her ass. She stayed bent over the bench, unable to move, I was sure, enjoying the aftermath of her pleasure. My mind cleared, but in those split seconds that my body gave way, I saw Molly. I felt Molly. In spite of all this, I was still very much in love with her and wanted her. It was time for me to compromise, be the kind of man and Dom she expected. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
Dominic looked my way, and his evil grin said much. Gwenn was licking him, cleaning every drop from him. I stood and smacked Roxanne’s ass.
“My pet, we need to clean up and have something to eat before we can go again,” I said, helping her stand.
“Do you need any pills?” she asked as she pushed her long hair from her face.
I gave a short laugh, “No I don’t need anything, just some rest in between, and some good conversation.”
“No, Russell is a bull. He needs nothing; sometimes I envy him,” Dominic interjected, getting up and holding Gwenn’s hand. “My man, refreshments are in order.” He turned to Gwenn, “My dear, will you please ring for a waiter so we can order?”
She obeyed, and you could see the look of adoration on her face. After all, this was his club, and I was sure they all knew Dominic. He grabbed clean terrycloth robes, which hung there for our use, and we slipped them on.
“Were you satisfied?” he asked me.
“Very. I think this night is progressing well. It’s exactly what I needed before I go see Molly.”
“I’m hoping you and Molly can patch things up and move on. I’ve never seen two people who belong together more than the two of you. Keep an open mind, Russell. It’s the one drawback you have as a Dom; that need to possess completely.
Chapter Six
It was Friday. I dressed carefully: a black suit, black shirt, and tie. I felt as if I was meeting Molly for the first time. However, there was one difference… I was back in Dom mode. I had lost so much of what she admired about me after we were together. I failed her and myself. If she needed to express her dominant side, then it was an issue we had to discuss. I had clammed up, refused to talk to her when she voiced her needs. I left her no alternative but to leave me. Tonight at her club, she’d see me, the Master, and my confidence level was high. She would enjoy herself.
I asked Roxanne to join me tonight. I liked the sub and enjoyed her company. Roxanne was beautiful, fastidious, took care of herself, and met all of my requirement. Her most important requirement, she was a very submissive. The thought of Molly and I sharing her excited me even more. I also had to remember, tonight Molly would be the Domme, and she was anxious for me to see her as such.
I finished knotting my tie and took one last look at my image in the mirror. I definitely looked the part of the Master with my stoic smile and serious face. I grabbed my car keys from the table by my door and took a deep breath. Tonight could make all the difference in Molly’s life and mine together.
The trip to the club took twenty minutes. Tonight it seemed to take forever. I pulled up to the building, and the image of my first meeting with Molly came at me. I could still see her beautiful face and amazing body. The emotions of that evening haunted me, and I wondered if she experienced the same intense emotions I had. I tried to imagine how she’d look tonight. Would she be trussed up in all her glory in Domme apparel? Would she be wearing the black leather corset, black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and the black leather thigh high boots with stiletto heels? Every fiber of my being was on fire at the thought of seeing her in black leather.
I pulled up to the building, got out of my car, and gave my keys to the attendant. I straightened my body, adjusted my suit, and walked toward the large entrance doors. I slipped my keycard in, and the buzzer rang, opening the large doors. I walked in.
The foyer was cold and lonely. My eyes went to the elevator, and the doors opened. I expected Molly to greet me, but the interior of the elevator was empty. I let out a soft sigh of relief, entered the glass-encased cavern, and pushed the button for the fifteenth floor. I wondered if Dominic was already there. He was prompt and as anxious as I was about tonight.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. As I expected, there was an array of overdressed and interesting people in the sizeable room. My eyes scanned the group quickly, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Nothing. Just strangers.
I took a few steps into the room and caught the eye of many. I knew I would. I was a Dom, especially the way that I carried myself. I took another scan around the room, and my eyes fell upon Dominic who was already talking with the two beautiful subs, Roxanne and Gwenn. I grinned broadly, my mind momentarily off Molly. There was hope. I was now easily distracted from my thoughts. Then a lull in the crowd caught my attention. She entered, and my heart sank in my chest.
I took all of her in, every inch clad in leather and lace. The corset was black leather and tight, pushing her full breasts over the brim. It cinched in her already small waist and accentuated her full rounded hips. Her long firm legs were covered in leather leggings and her feet were encased in five-inch black stiletto heels. Her hair was down and her makeup applied sparingly, showing off her amazing natural beauty. She was breathtaking.
Damned if every male, whether dominant or submissive, got a hard-on at the sight of Molly Jenkins. And there it was that ache inside, the need to possess her body and soul. Her head bobbed and her face was animated as she greeted those who obviously knew her and maybe even had sessions with her. A finger tapped my shoulder.
“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” an attractive woman inquired. “Every man and woman here wants her for a Domme, but she won’t commit to anyone.” She smiled seductively at me and let her finger run down my lapel.
“You’re almost as yummy as she is. I swing either way, Sir.”
I let out a low laugh. She was a forward sub, but the strong ones always were. “My dear, you are enticing, but I’m engaged for the evening, with that beautiful Mistress, in fact.” I said, nodding toward Dominic and Molly.
“Oh, well, don’t expect her to submit. She’s a Domme all the way. Though looking at you, you could probably sway the Madonna,” she said then sashayed across the room.
Dominic spotted me and motioned for me to come to him. I had to shake my head in acknowledgement. He was one of the few men who could call me over like that. I walked slowly across the room, weaving in and out of bodies. When I reached him, Molly was at his side whispering in his ear. She hadn’t noticed me yet.
“Dominic,” I said in greeting, making her look around. Our eyes met. I gave her a small grin; it may have even been a bit sinister in appearance.
I watched her luscious lips form a slight smile as she casually moved from Dominic’s side. My chest constricted with each breath I took. I could see no one else but Molly. Roxanne
and Gwenn came to my side and put their hands on my shoulders. There was a noticeable change in Molly’s stance and facial features. Was that a hint of jealousy? I was praying it was.
“Hello, Molly,” I said.
She hesitated briefly, and then spoke. “Hello, Russell, so glad you could come.”
A part of me wanted to take her by the hair, drag her into a dungeon, and show her who the Master was. I held my temper and my errant thoughts. The night was young, and I was anxious about tonight’s outcome.
“Gentlemen and ladies, I have a private dungeon ready for you,” She announced. “Please follow me,” she commanded.
We left the main parlor of the club and followed her down the hallway. We were headed toward the purple dungeon, one of the largest in the club. My excitement level increased, as did everyone else’s.
She used a card key to open the double doors, and I could hear the intakes of breaths as we entered. The decadence in which the room was decorated fueled everyone’s imagination. The couches were upholstered in dark purple leather with beautiful satin throw pillows placed just so. The walls were painted a pale hue of lavender. But the most impressive thing about the room was the array of tools and toys that hung on the walls and how well they coordinated with the total décor.
Molly turned to them. “I hope you don’t mind. Purple is my favorite color,” she said as she walked over to the wall and took down a crop. She turned to them. “Shall we begin? Ladies, I assume you are both submissives, so we need to establish a safe word.” Molly’s words were flat but stern, and I could detect a small defensive air about her.
Both subs dropped to their knees. Roxanne spoke first. “Mistress, mine’s red.”
“And mine’s lemon,” added Gwenn.
“Good. I presume you are both versed in this lifestyle?”
“Yes,” Roxanne and Gwenn answered in unison.
Molly then looked to Dominic who broke into a broad grin. “Yes, Mistress, I’m sure my subs are ready to serve you.” He turned to me. “And you, Russell, what is going on in your head?”
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