For years she had felt that was
the reason why all her sexual rendezvous were lacking. Partners were unable to
bring her any further than a generic release that could have been achieved by
her own hand. At twenty-six, all hope of achieving anything more was beginning
to diminish. Her eyes had been opened on
Beginner’s Night, and she returned soon after, ready.
It wasn’t until that night, that she understood the reason
why. None of her previous lovers were like the men she encountered at Paradise.
At the club, they were dominating and passionate, everything she had ever
secretly dreamed about and more. Much, much more because h er mind and senses were all engaged in the play. The
added sensations of pain, heat, cold, edging all played out to bring her to a
higher plane . Ever since that night, she had launched into her
training, frequenting the club at least three to four nights a week.
Strolling
up to the front entrance, she climbed the narrow stairs behind a well-known
Master with his beautiful slave. As she took in their attire, she noticed the
couple was decked out in fine, matching black leather from head to toe. A thin
chain hung from the woman's black leather collar, fastened by a heavy, rounded
hook. The pattern on the leather was breathtaking, row after row of woven
tethers in an almost Celtic design. It was intricate and stunning. A lot of
thought and love went into choosing such a piece, a gift of elegance from her
Master, no doubt.
The
Dom, who must have been relieving one of the regular bouncers for a bit by
manning the front doors, looked them over once before greeting them properly. “Master
Tomas,” he intonated, and the men shook hands. He made a respectful gesture—hand
politely posed up in question toward Master T’s bowed slave. Master Tomas gave
a curt nod, and the acting bouncer addressed the collared slave for the first
time since the pair had walked up to them. “Good evening, Feeah .”
Feeah remained quiet,
as if waiting for something.
Master
Tomas spoke. “You may answer, little one.”
Feeah’s response was
immediate. “Good evening, Master K.”
Master
K proceeded to open the oversized crimson doors, allowing the pair to pass. Everyone
who worked in the club was required to know every single member on the list not
only by face, but by their full names.
Taking
the last few steps toward the entrance, her heels clicking as they made contact
with each stone on the concrete staircase, Sydney smiled coyly before lowering
her eyes in respect, knowing full well who the burly man was. Master Kane. She
remembered seeing him on numerous occasions in the
club with several different seasoned subs. Master Kane liked to work his subs
rather hard, excelling at needle work as well as handling the long whip. One of
the more intense scenes she’d witnessed involved what a few onlookers described
as a pierced corset. She had been unable to tear her eyes from the breathtaking
procedure he performed in the designated medical play area. Each delicate
piercing was a work of art. Once he was finished, he threaded a silk purple
ribbon through each hoop residing along each side of his sub-for-the-evening’s
spine. She had gasped in amazement. It had been a gorgeous sight. It took
someone with a high tolerance to pain to work with him. Just the thought made Sydney
shiver in apprehension. So far, she hadn’t been pushed to those extremes, but
was eager to try. Maybe soon.
“Lift
your eyes, pet,” Master Kane said in a smooth voice. She was sure it made women
fall at his feet and beg for a chance to submit to
him.
Bringing
her eyes back up, she squared her shoulders. He gave her an appreciative once-over
before opening the door for her. Her body instantly responded to his inspection,
her nipples pebbling to taut buds, hard enough to cut glass. Tall, dark, and
sexy noticed her reaction and grinned. One night, she would definitely consider
approaching him for some playtime .
“Yes, sir. Thank
the reason why all her sexual rendezvous were lacking. Partners were unable to
bring her any further than a generic release that could have been achieved by
her own hand. At twenty-six, all hope of achieving anything more was beginning
to diminish. Her eyes had been opened on
Beginner’s Night, and she returned soon after, ready.
It wasn’t until that night, that she understood the reason
why. None of her previous lovers were like the men she encountered at Paradise.
At the club, they were dominating and passionate, everything she had ever
secretly dreamed about and more. Much, much more because h er mind and senses were all engaged in the play. The
added sensations of pain, heat, cold, edging all played out to bring her to a
higher plane . Ever since that night, she had launched into her
training, frequenting the club at least three to four nights a week.
Strolling
up to the front entrance, she climbed the narrow stairs behind a well-known
Master with his beautiful slave. As she took in their attire, she noticed the
couple was decked out in fine, matching black leather from head to toe. A thin
chain hung from the woman's black leather collar, fastened by a heavy, rounded
hook. The pattern on the leather was breathtaking, row after row of woven
tethers in an almost Celtic design. It was intricate and stunning. A lot of
thought and love went into choosing such a piece, a gift of elegance from her
Master, no doubt.
The
Dom, who must have been relieving one of the regular bouncers for a bit by
manning the front doors, looked them over once before greeting them properly. “Master
Tomas,” he intonated, and the men shook hands. He made a respectful gesture—hand
politely posed up in question toward Master T’s bowed slave. Master Tomas gave
a curt nod, and the acting bouncer addressed the collared slave for the first
time since the pair had walked up to them. “Good evening, Feeah .”
Feeah remained quiet,
as if waiting for something.
Master
Tomas spoke. “You may answer, little one.”
Feeah’s response was
immediate. “Good evening, Master K.”
Master
K proceeded to open the oversized crimson doors, allowing the pair to pass. Everyone
who worked in the club was required to know every single member on the list not
only by face, but by their full names.
Taking
the last few steps toward the entrance, her heels clicking as they made contact
with each stone on the concrete staircase, Sydney smiled coyly before lowering
her eyes in respect, knowing full well who the burly man was. Master Kane. She
remembered seeing him on numerous occasions in the
club with several different seasoned subs. Master Kane liked to work his subs
rather hard, excelling at needle work as well as handling the long whip. One of
the more intense scenes she’d witnessed involved what a few onlookers described
as a pierced corset. She had been unable to tear her eyes from the breathtaking
procedure he performed in the designated medical play area. Each delicate
piercing was a work of art. Once he was finished, he threaded a silk purple
ribbon through each hoop residing along each side of his sub-for-the-evening’s
spine. She had gasped in amazement. It had been a gorgeous sight. It took
someone with a high tolerance to pain to work with him. Just the thought made Sydney
shiver in apprehension. So far, she hadn’t been pushed to those extremes, but
was eager to try. Maybe soon.
“Lift
your eyes, pet,” Master Kane said in a smooth voice. She was sure it made women
fall at his feet and beg for a chance to submit to
him.
Bringing
her eyes back up, she squared her shoulders. He gave her an appreciative once-over
before opening the door for her. Her body instantly responded to his inspection,
her nipples pebbling to taut buds, hard enough to cut glass. Tall, dark, and
sexy noticed her reaction and grinned. One night, she would definitely consider
approaching him for some playtime .
“Yes, sir. Thank
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