AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The Masters Club was going to open a whole new world of possibility. It was possible she would meet and fall in love with a single, available, sexy, compelling, sensitive Dom just waiting to claim her for his own. What better way to find out than by conducting her own secret “auditions” while serving as a pleasure sub?
“Come on upstairs,” Master Cameron said, heading now toward the open double doors. “I’ll take you on a quick tour of the private playrooms.”
Jess followed Master Cameron out of the beautiful dungeon. They returned to the third floor, which opened out to a long hallway with doors set at intervals along either side. Seeing the elevator at the end of the hall, Jess was able to orient herself.
There were no additional stairs. Recalling the four sets of windows she’d noted in the old brownstone when first driven there, she asked, “Isn’t there a fourth floor, too?”
“There is,” Master Cameron replied. “It used to be the servants’ quarters, back in the day. There’s a set of back stairs near the kitchen but they’re private and rarely used. Residents and anyone with special needs have access to a private elevator. There are bedrooms up there, one for Mistress Dominique and Master Grayson, who are our resident Doms, as well as one for each of the staff slaves and a guest room for the occasional visiting member who needs a place for the night.”
Jess nodded, marveling that this gorgeous old mansion still existed amid the glass and steel of the bustling city.
She followed Master Cameron into playroom after playroom, her eyes bugging, her mouth hanging open. Along with the medical playroom she was now intimately acquainted with, there was a room with floor-to-ceiling mirrors covering every wall, a suspension rack hanging from the ceiling, a cache of impact toys nearby. Another room contained a tall, narrow slave cage and a hanging leather sex sling, along with a bin of sex toys, each in its own presumably sterile plastic bag. Yet another room had a polished wooden St. Andrew’s cross, a full rack of more beautiful impact toys waiting at the ready.
There was a tiled room, a converted bathroom, with a suspension rig hung over the tub. There was a stack of plump towels on the nearby counter, along with a basket of ear and nose plugs. Next to that was a room filled with doorless wardrobes stuffed with gowns, lingerie and high heeled shoes in various sizes, including some clearly meant for a man’s larger foot. Along a counter beneath a large mirror there were wig stands with wigs of varying lengths and colors, as well as a tray filled with makeup, creams and powders.
There were several more playrooms with numerous and varied restraint devices, plenty of impact toys and lots of delicious rope and chain. As Master Cameron showed her room after room, Jess’s mind started to overload at the wonderful, endless possibilities. This place was amazing, and she was now a part of it!
At the end of the hall, they took the elevator down to the first floor. “This is the auction room,” Master Cameron said as they entered the space together. “It’s primarily a place for people to relax, but from time to time we hold slave auctions here.”
There were two older gentlemen seated on a leather couch near an impressive fireplace. They each held a snifter of brandy in one hand, a cigar in the other. They glanced up as Master Cameron and Jess entered the room, both sets of eyes lingering over her naked form.
Jess had a sudden urge to cover herself. She balled her fists, determined to keep them at her sides. After all, they had every right to ogle her if it pleased them. She was property now, as Cleo had said. The thought filled her with a kind of squealy, horrified delight.
Master Cameron moved toward a small conversational grouping of chairs near the back of the room. There was a laptop on an end table beside one of the chairs. There were also, she noted, more of the flat cushions set near each chair, and indeed, set all around the room near the furniture.
As Master Cameron took a seat, Jess lowered herself to a cushion, recalling his dictate about getting permission before sitting on furniture.
Master Cameron took the laptop onto his knees and opened the lid. He typed for a moment and then looked down at her. “What’s your personal email address?”
Jess gave him her address and waited quietly as he rapidly tapped at the keyboard. She took the opportunity to examine his face. His long, thick lashes nearly brushed his cheekbones as he stared down at the screen. She’d always thought of him as very buttoned-up and reserved. But now, concentrating on his task, a lock of dark hair falling over his forehead, he looked young and sweet. She experienced a sudden, insane urge to jump up and kiss him.
