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Chase lifts his eyes to my own and nods, bringing my hand to his mouth and giving my palm a kiss.
Such a strong man he is. He may not see what I do, but one day I am hoping that he will.
“Will you stay with me a bit longer, Mistress?”
“Yes, Pet. For as long as you need.”
Chapter 3
Drake
It’sanotherFridaynightat Club Crimson as I sit with a few of my business associates in the smoky private parlor decked out in red velvet from the walls to the furniture. One of them, Jackson, had some bad luck playing a few to many hands of poker at the Bellagio, losing a few hundred grand. He’s also had a few too many glasses of bourbon to wash away his losing streak. My guess is that he may not be too happy when he soon finds out he’s not fit to play in my club tonight.
I swirl my glass full of Cognac, looking down at my Rolex, waiting for Candace to walk into my club. And she has never disappointed me, because she arrives on time, and always at nine p.m. sharp. My eyes follow her as she walks, wearing a tight black patent leather corset that laces up the back that fits snug to her body. Her beautiful tits are squeezed together, displaying a glorious cleavage. I want to free those pretty tits, so I can pull, squeeze and slap on them just to hear her cry out. The black skirt and thigh high stiletto boots leave nothing to the imagination and I know full well she’s not wearing any panties. She carries a large black briefcase that hold her instruments and toys of choice she’ll be using for this evening’s show. She struts over to her favorite platform, a Saint Andrews cross, where her pretty little play date awaits her. Her eyes roam the playhouse, then pivots back to mine. The side of her luscious pouty lip lifts and she smiles at me.
That moment, I picture her as I’ve done a dozen times before, on her knees at my feet, wearing nothing but my leather collar strapped snug around her soft throat. Her head is lowered, her palms open across her lap, waiting with anticipation for me to acknowledge her. I do by tugging on the heavy chain leash, a silent command for her to look up at me, her Master, her Dom.
It’s a packed house tonight in my club and my cock and balls feel and heavy as some of the crowd turn their attention to Candace. Her play date, a naked voluptuous blond with large tits has already been strung up on the cross. She’s facing the cross so her delectable ass is on full display for all eyes in the club to admire. Candace moves up behind her, grips a handful of blond hair and pulls. She whispers something into her playmate’s ear then releases her, walking away. Placing her briefcase on a round top table, Candace opens it and pulls out her leather flogger. She paces languidly back and forth a few times, a firm grip on the flogger, its leather tails dangle. But I can’t hear the tapping of Candace’s heels on the hardwood floor because the speakers in the club are blaring a Nine Inch Nails song.
Suddenly she strikes. The flogger lashes across the blonde’s ass, but she doesn’t cry out. Not just yet. That’s the best part, savoring the quietness of the girl as she takes it over and over across her back, ass and thighs, until the moment that little pain slut cries out. For now, she just sways her hips, relishing the sting of the leather tails, as it leaves red marks with each painful swat.
I nudge Thomas standing next to me, “Now watch this my friend.” He looks over to what I’m enjoying and after a few more lashes, the blond yelps! I can’t help but smirk, because I actually feel pride for Candace. She’s a master at her craft, an extraordinary Dominatrix.
The pain slut must want more, because Candace only flogs her even harder. My cock is now a raging throbbing monster as I shift in place, trying to calm it. But it’s not going to obey, of course because now that girl is crying out with every strike.
Now the girl’s head hangs low as she cries and sobs. Candace walks up to her, wrenching her by the hair again. The girl is begging now. Begging for Candace to fuck her. I press a palm down along the front of my slacks as Candace walks back to her briefcase. I almost groan out loud when she pulls out a strap on dildo and fastens it around her hips.
“It’s a damn shame she’s a Domme, Drake.” Thomas makes the comment, but my eyes don’t leave Candace as she moves up behind the girl and ploughs the full length of that dildo into her now soaking wet pussy.
“Hell, I lost way bad tonight.” Now drunk Jackson pipes in, “I’ll place a bet right here, right now, that one of us can turn her into a switch!”
Thomas chuckles “Brilliant idea Jackson! But you’ll lose just like you did tonight at your card game, because there is no way that Dominatrix will ever switch!”
“If anyone can make her switch fellas, it will be me.” Now my monster cock is talking for me! But she’s always been the one woman I never thought I would see begging for my domination, begging for my cock to fill her mouth, her pussy, her sweet ass. She’d be hard to break, but that’s what’s so fucking thrilling about it.
“So, place your bets gentleman. Game on.”
Chapter 4
Candace
Theclubisprobablyone of the only places that I can come to for some good old-fashioned solace. It calms me in more ways than I can admit, but I suppose that is because it is the first place I came to when I discovered just how dominant I really am. This was the place I came to really understand my true self. I wasn’t judged nor singled out for my desires, instead I was accepted and welcomed with open arms. In a sense, Club Crimson is like my second home. Or maybe it’s actually my first home since I never really had one to begin with.
I grab the back of Lusy’s neck after I free her from the cross, and whisper in her ear, commanding her to meet me upstairs. Drake is the owner of Club Crimson and allows a few of his chosen favorites to have rooms here. I’ve been around long enough to have a room, and while Lusy has gotten what she’s needed from the night, she knows what she needs to give me. I take in the looks from the individuals around us and note Drake’s smirk. I can’t help but wonder if he knew I was thinking about him for a moment. He isn’t just the owner of Club Crimson, he’s the most well respected dominant that I’ve ever known. The man is at least fifteen years my senior, and if I had any inkling of a submissive side, I would crave a man like that. A man exactly like him.
Lusy sticks close behind me as I walk through the club and head up the stairwell, and when I take the key out of my corset, I can tell she is tickled to death for what’s to come. She always has and is one of my favorite girls. It doesn’t hurt that the girl is addicted to pain and looks absolutely stunning. She’s everything that I’m not, blonde hair when mine is as black as midnight, beautiful blue eyes while mine are as dark as my soul, fake voluptuous tits while mine are real, and much more than a mouthful. I insert the key in the door, turning it to reveal my room. Black velvet riddles the space. Black on black, with dark purple accents. Exactly my style.
As Lusy makes her way into the room, I shut the door and lock it behind us. Grabbing the dial on the wall I lower the light until it’s almost pitch black. I love the dark, needing it to consume me in all ways possible. What no one truly knows is that I am dark, damaged and have been through the depths of hell in every aspect of my life. However, I don’t allow any part of my past to reign over the life that I have built for myself today. Instead, I take every bit of it for what it was - a hard lesson that had to be learned.
I allow her to remove my clothing, layer by precious layer. Slowly, each garment falls off of my skin until there is nothing left. I can hardly make out Lusy’s face in front of me, and I know the same is for her. I love to take away sight, it is so simple and yet brings me so much enjoyment. I will lie and say it’s because removing one’s senses is a kink of mine. But that’s not the truth. It’s because, when I allow my submissives to get as close to me as Lusy does, I don’t want them to see me for everything that I am. Almost as if I believe they will see all of my flaws. I don’t want them to really get to know me, to understand me. I want to keep up the façade that I have created over the years, of the strong and resilient Mistress, Candace.
We all have our secrets, I just prefer to keep mine neatly tucked away in the bottom of my closet where no one can find them.
It’s much easier that way, when no one knows the real me. It’s okay, though. No one would like her much. It’s so much easier forgetting about all of the shit from my past anyway. If only it was that easy, especially when I have to go seehimtomorrow.
Chapter 5
Drake
