Prologue
Emery - 2 years ago
My last night in Dallas, finally. After 6 months of saving my client’s company as their interim CFO, everything was in a good place, and I could move on to my next project. I managed to save them from declaring bankruptcy, optimized their finance operations and helped find a permanent CFO that started earlier last week. My work here was done and that called for a celebration, and I knew of just the right place. The next day, I was scheduled to take off and leave for Atlanta, but before that, I was in a desperate need of the club Guilty Pleasures and what it had to offer to a woman like me – sex with strangers.
I called an Uber and 20 minutes later, I was entering the well-known luxury BDSM club that had provided me with so much in the past – so many guilty pleasures as the name hinted at. It was 9:30 pm and I saw the party was in full swing. I was loving the atmosphere of this place, mysterious people enjoying their kinks, dark corners, private rooms, but what I loved the most, were the show rooms with galleries for viewers. That was the place where my sexual appetite could flourish, when I could be put on display and fucked in front of anonymous observers.
Sometimes, I liked to watch for a while, just to get into the mood and as I looked around, I saw a man, sitting in his leather lounge chair, zipper undone, a drink in his left hand, and with his right, he was stroking a woman’s hair, as the unknown beauty was kneeling between his legs, wrists tied behind her back and she was obviously taking him into her mouth. Couple feet away, I saw a woman in a suit, sleek hair in a nod, wearing high heel sandals, and a gorgeous blonde man was licking and kissing her toes. I caught a glimpse of a naked woman, hair in a low braid, a collar on her neck, a clear sign of a submissive, led on a leash to one of the private rooms for a night full of fun, no doubt.
I loved this smell of leather, cigars, sweat, sex, and anticipation – it always made me anxious and expectant, wondering, who might satisfy my needs that night. During the day, I was a strong woman – I owned board rooms, managed my teams, saved companies from failure, and brought them back on their feet. In the night, that was a completely different story. I loved to be owned and fucked hard. Yes, I was a submissive and I absolutely needed to give up control and let go. I have always been like that, but the thing was, not every man was able to deliver what I needed. Sure, many deemed themselves dominant, but not all of them actually oozed that control and power to own my body and mind. Today, I was hopeful to meet a stranger who could fuck me brainless and send me on my merry way, no strings attached.
As per my usual, whenever I came to Guilty Pleasures, I was wearing a face mask to disguise my identity, a light coat and black Louboutin pumps. Underneath my coat, I was wearing a collar – a sign of my submissiveness, and purple bra and panties – my signature color here at the club. I noticed I had already caught attention of several gentlemen looking for their prey for the night, I kept scanning the room for the right man, and wondering, if the night would bring me the desired and much needed relief or mere disappointment.
I walked over to the bar and ordered a virgin mojito – I never drank before sex, I wanted to make sure I was in control, when I was giving it up. Even though Guilty Pleasures came with stellar recommendations, ran background checks, and required a clean bill of health from its members as part of the application process, one could never be too careful, especially when fucking with strangers. I was tasting my drink and looking around when the air in the room changed. I turned around and noticed a man, who had just entered – looking at me like I was his dinner. In a couple of strides, the stranger was standing right in front of me, and I found myself tilting my head to be able to look into his eyes. I am quite tall with my 5’10”, add to it my pumps, I must have been a decent 6’2”, and yet, I was still at least 3 inches shorter than this dark-haired man with a smirk on his face. He was not exactly handsome, but his chocolate brown eyes were captivating, and he already fucked me seven ways to Sunday with that look.
“Waiting for somebody?”, he asked, and I felt like playing coy to make things more fun. “Maybe,” sounded my reply and I added: “That depends…”. He didn’t miss a beat, as he asked: “On what, might I ask?” I took my time, sipped on my drink and smiled over the rim of my glass, before I replied: “On what you might have to offer. Depending on that, I might be waiting for you… or perhaps keep looking and waiting for another man to catch my eye tonight.”
“Well, let’s dive right in. My name is Sebastian, but looking at you, I assume you are a submissive, and therefore, you can call me Sir or Master Sebastian. Obviously, I love BDSM, but… and that is an important but, I always respect my submissive’s boundaries. How about we sit down somewhere private, talk about our passions and hard limits, and then decide about the direction for tonight?”
I decided, then and there, to go with the flow and said: “I’m Em, nice to meet you – no need to dwell on things – you want me, and I want you. My safe word is black, how about we find a free show room, where we can play, Sir? I love being watched and depending on our moods, I can either be a good girl, or ask for a punishment. What do you think?”
It only took him a second to grab my hand and start looking for the first available show room…
