TheDungeon by Velvet

conflicted. He and Kendall had recently
committed to being exclusive and he promised that he wouldn’t share his manhood
with another woman. Magnus reasoned since he wasn’t having intercourse at The
Dungeon, that his presence there was okay. Besides, he was simply enjoying a
guilty pleasure. In his opinion, their relationship was too new to introduce
Kendall to his secret fetish. Besides, he didn’t want to chance turning her
off.
    He was in his usual spot—sitting on the floor of the
lounge—looking for the Dominatrix in the auburn wig and slutty makeup who had
taken him to a private suite and beat his ass as if he’d stolen something.
There was something about his woman that had him intrigued and wanting more.
Maybe it was the way her latex tasted as he licked between her legs, or maybe
it was her deep sexy voice as she commanded him. Magnus couldn’t pinpoint
exactly why he wanted to see her again. All he knew was that he wanted another
experience with the sexy Domme.
    Through the eye slits in his leather hood, he glanced around
the bar, but didn’t see her. The wounds from his last encounter had healed and
he was ready for more marks of distinction.
    As he was glancing around, someone pushed him in the center
of his back. “Hey, you lowlife, you wanna go play?”
    Magnus’ heart started beating fast. He was thinking that his
mystery woman had finally arrived. He nodded his head before looking up, but
quickly reversed his decision, when he saw that the person propositioning him
was a man.
    “Come on. I’m not going to hurt you too bad,” the top told
him.
    Magnus wanted to say, Look, man, I don’t do the BDSM
thing with men , but he remained in character and kept shaking his head
until the guy got the hint and walked away. Although Magnus switched roles
going from bottom to top, he didn’t switch genders. He was a full-blooded
heterosexual.
    Where the hell is she? Magnus thought. Although they
didn’t have a standing appointment, this was around the same time that he had
seen her in the bar before. He was getting anxious. Magnus enjoyed the thrill
of being masked, while pleasuring and catering to the Domme.
    He sat and watched some of the other subs get chosen and
schlep off with their tops. Magnus waited on the floor another thirty minutes,
and as he was about to give up hope and leave, she strutted into the lounge as
if he had willed her presence. He could feel his heartbeat increase. Just
watching her move through the room was turning him on.
    Magnus eyed her as she sat at the bar and ordered a martini.
She sipped her cocktail and slowly swiveled around on the barstool, visually
scanning the lounge. Her eyes stopped on Magnus. She finished her drink and
casually sauntered over.
    He looked up and wanted to say, It’s about time you
arrived. Magnus assumed she was going to pick him, but she sauntered past
and surveyed the selection of subs. Suddenly the thought that she would walk
off with someone else entered his mind. Magnus wanted to stand up and say, Here
I am , but he wasn’t the dominant tonight. His role was the quiet
submissive. Behind his mask, Magnus bit his bottom lip as he waited in
anticipation. She strolled back and forth, lightly touching each of them with
the tip of her whip. The tiny hairs on Magnus’ neck jumped at attention when
her whip brushed past him. She was toying with them. Finally she stopped at his
feet, tapped him with the handle of her whip and nodded in the direction of the
door, indicating she wanted him to get up.
    Magnus slowly stood and followed her out of the lounge to
one of the private suites downstairs.
    Once inside, she sat on a red leather chaise lounge, crossed
her long legs and crooked her finger back and forth, signaling for him to come
to her.
    Magnus got on all fours, his massive hands pawing the floor
as he slowly made his way toward her. The muscles in his forearms and back
flexed with each deliberate move forward.
    She reached into her handbag, produced a