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  “So are you ladies ready for this weekend?” A submissive, Ashley, asked around the table. She was a skinny White girl with sea-green eyes and curly brown hair. She looked like a real-life Bratz doll but somehow cuter. “Can you believe they’re both are going to be at the Dungeon? I mean, what are the odds, right?”

  “I heard Saint Nick called in a favor from Master Scott and he’s treating him to Whitney for her birthday,” Another submissive, Erica, commented. She was a Black female with a build that could only be described as being thick. She wore her hair in poufy black Afro.

  “That’s one helluva birthday gift,” Jessica commented. She was a submissive Asian girl with jet-black long hair and porcelain skin.

  Krista’s ears perked up upon hearing Scott’s and Nick’s names. She decided to act cool, despite scouring the web for tons of research on them. “Who are they?”

  “Only two of the hottest Dominants ever.” Jessica replied. “Whitney is one of Saint Nick’s submissives. She’s been with Him for a year now.”

  “Every girl at this table has had them at least once.” Ashley said.

  Krista immediately burned with jealousy and she felt silly for she hadn’t even seen a picture of either Dom. “Really?”

  “Whitney is the only one who’s going to have them at the same time.” Erica replied.

  “In front of everyone,” Ashley added.

  Krista took a large gulp of her salad. “What do you mean? Like a threesome?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know!” Jessica laughed. “I guess it would be a threesome. I know they’re both going to have her. Saint Nick is doing a medical play demonstration and Master Scott is going to assist him with that.”

  Krista searched her brain, trying to think of what medical play was. She then remembered a trip she took to a local sex shop and how the sales rep showed her different instruments and explained how they were used. She slightly shuddered at the thought of some of the instruments being used on her sex. She couldn’t comprehend any type of pleasure from them.

  “You should come with, Krista!” Erica suggested with a lot of enthusiasm. “It’ll be so much fun and you get to know more about the Lifestyle there!”

  “Will I meet Master Scott and Saint Nick?” Krista inquired.

  “Hmm…maybe.” Ashley replied. “But a word of caution – if you want to be introduced to them, it’s best you approach them directly. Don’t stare or gawk at them or they’ll get weirded out and ignore you.”

  “What would I say? Is it allowed that a submissive approach a Dom?” Krista asked, thinking it might have been against the D/s protocol.

  “You can approach them! They’re actually really easy to talk to. Again, don’t come off desperate or again, they’ll ignore you. They won’t deal with desperate subs.” Jessica suggested.

  “Get to know them and offer to buy them a drink. Saint Nick loves a good wine and Master Scott loves a good whiskey, though Saint Nick is known to indulge in vodka every once and awhile. The good stuff, though. Not the cheap shit.” Erica added with a laugh.

  Krista made the mental notes and silently prayed she would remember them. “Okay. Got it. How would I talk to them about submitting to either one of them?”

  “You’ll cross that bridge when the time comes,” Ashley smiled, “wear something hot and cute. This weekend is going to be a life-changer.”

  Krista took a sip of her iced tea. Ashley didn’t know how right she was.

  After the munch, Krista stopped by the mall to go shopping for some sexy clothing in preparation for the weekend’s play party. She then went back home to the apartment she’d shared with her best friend. She was utterly exhausted from learning everything she could about Saint Nick and Master Scott and decided she just needed to sleep before she thought of a game plan.

  She’d received a text from her best friend, followed up by a phone call. Krista thought about just canceling the call but she knew how persistent her girlfriend was and the phone call was going to be followed up with a visit. “Yes?” Krista answered the phone.

  “I haven’t seen you all day,” Faith D’Amato replied over the phone while she curled a client’s hair. “What the hell, Kristabella?”

  “I’ve been out,” Krista yawned and stretched out in bed. “I had to do some things.”

  “Oh yeah?” Faith put away one curling iron and picked up a bigger one to curl her client’s hair. “Like what?”

  “Like some private things,” Krista replied back. While her best friend wasn’t that conservative and had more than her fair share of porn, vibrators, and lubricants at the home she’d shared with her husband, Krista wasn’t sure if Faith knew anything about BDSM other than the song by Rihanna. “Can’t a girl keep some things private?”

  “Touchy, touchy,” Faith laughed over the phone, “Okay, super freak, if you don’t want to tell me what you were doing, that’s fine. You know you’ll tell me eventually anyway. What are you doing this weekend?”

  “I have some plans. I’m going to an exhibit with some friends and that’s about it.” It wasn’t quite a lie.

  “Oh okay. I wanted to see if you wanted to come over for game night. Eli is inviting some people from his work and I was wondering if you were available as well…?” Faith loved playing matchmaker.

  “I’ll take a rain check on that but I’ll be over for the next one. I promise!” Krista replied.

  “Awesome. Let me know how the exhibit goes. Talk to you later, bestie.” Faith hung up.

  Krista put her phone aside and stared up at the ceiling. She wondered how the exhibit was going to go. She also wondered how much of a lie she can stretch to her girlfriend.

  Three

  Present time…

  He stood in front of what he liked to refer as the Den of Sin aka Nick’s kink closet. He opened up French doors and revealed a walk-in closet, that was about the size of an apartment living room.

  He stepped inside the closet and silently admitted he was impressed by what he saw. All of the toys and implements were sterilized, labeled, and neatly placed. From floggers to paddles to whips in various sizes and shapes. Another shelf had many sensory deprivation toys from masks, ball gags, and plugs.

  Scott took notes. His play room was going to be bigger and better.

  Although Sanora had put him through the ringer in Italy, Scott was still a relative novice to being a Dom. He didn’t trust his flurry of one-night stands to reveal that part of him and he definitely wasn’t looking for a girlfriend in any date. He knew the type of arrangement He wanted – just one woman and preferably someone obedient and didn’t question His motives and decisions. He also wanted someone long-term if at all possible. He wasn’t sure if He had the patience for a smart-ass woman.

  So when he received the call from Nick about a request one of Nick’s submissives had made, Scott jumped at the chance. The request happened fall in line with the same time he made his usual trek to New York for the festival and he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

  “I see you’re mentally copying my style,” Nick stated behind his close friend.

  “Just getting ideas,” Scott smiled as he walked to a metal box attached to a butt plug. “Electro therapy?”

  “I haven’t had the opportunity to use it yet but I think Whitney mentioned she wanted to try it.”

  “Tonight?”

  “Possibly,” Nick shrugged and joined his friend inside the closet, “we’ll just have to see how she’ll be after the first orgasm. She might not be ready for it.”

  Scott admired a small set of Wartenberg wheels. “How many do you plan on giving her?”

  “Two,” Nick folded her arms and Scott raised an eyebrow before Nick clarified himself, “that’s how many I plan on giving her.”

  Scott picked up another set of electro pads. “What’s my limit?”

  “However many she can handle. She’ll let us know when she’s had enough.”

  “Got it,” Scott turned to one of his best friends. It was by chanc
e they met a year prior, at a private party their Mistress was hosting. The moment the Doms met, they immediately connected and found they had a lot more in common besides the Lifestyle. Frequent trips across the country were shared by the pair and they always stayed at each other’s homes.

  They were the true definition of a bromance.

  “Why are you sharing her with me? I thought you didn’t share.” Scott inquired.

  “I never said that,” Nick corrected, “I just don’t like my girls to be taken advantage of.”

  “I’m not going to take advantage of Whitney.”

  “Oh, you’re damn right about that,” Nick chuckled and Scott rolled his eyes, “besides, she’ll be good practice for you whenever you decide to get your own submissive.”

  “I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Scott walked out of Nick’s closet and Nick followed him, “I’m just so busy at work with the campaigns and I’m not sure if I can devote my time to a submissive.”

  “You’ll know when you’re ready.” Nick walked downstairs to the kitchen and Scott joined him at the bar, “she’ll appear out of nowhere and will be fully dedicated to you.”

  “You make it sound like a fantasy,” Scott noted, “you lucked out with Whitney and Stacey.”

  Nick poured a couple of glasses of wine, sliding one to his friend. “I know I did.” He held up his glass. “To getting them off.”

  “To getting them off.” Scott clinked glasses and took a sip of the wine. It tasted of dark chocolate and berries. A wine connoisseur, Nick seemed to pick out the very best wines for each occasion.

  “So tell me about the girl Mistress picked out for you,” Nick began, “she has to be pretty special in order for Mistress to specifically hand pick her.”

  “She’s young,” Scott thought about the 10-year age difference between him and Mariana, “and she’s really young mentally. Other than she’s very attractive, I don’t see the connection.”

  “This is the one Mistress picked out?” Nick asked and Scott nodded. “Then it doesn’t matter if you see it. She did. That’s all that matters.”

  “She’s making it seem like Mari is going to be my submissive slash wife.” Scott shrugged.

  Nick gently swirled his wine. “That’s an issue because…”

  “I need to get some kink out of my system. I need to experience some things with another person before I try them on a woman I’m supposed to wife.”

  “You know you’re not getting married tomorrow, right?” Nick asked with a smile.

  “Fuck you,” Scott retorted and Nick laughed, “you know what I mean.”

  “Well, after the demo maybe someone might approach you and then you’ll have an opportunity. Fly her out to California; I’m sure no woman is going to deny a free all-expense paid trip to LA. Set the boundaries but most importantly, set the standard. Look at it as an exploratory training for you both.” Nick suggested. “Because if the maid is supposed to be the one and you’re not ready for her yet, you need some practice on someone else.”

  “That’s the thing – I don’t even know how to approach her. What am I supposed to say? Hey, can I bound and gag you while I play with your pussy?” Scott laughed. “Like, what do I do?”

  Nick took a sip and thought for a moment. “Wait.”

  “Wait? For what?”

  “Wait for her to approach you,” Nick suggested.

  “What if she doesn’t?” Scott asked. “Then what?”

  Nick stared out his window and contemplated what he wanted to say. With an air of confidence he’d learned from Sanora, he replied to him. “I have a feeling she just might.”

  Four

  Krista arrived at the Dungeon just shortly before 8 p.m. She checked her coat and made her way to the bar, ordering a Cosmopolitan. As she admired the various Doms and submissives that have passed by her, she tried to figure out which ones were Master Scott and Saint Nick. She couldn’t tell. There were many Doms in various shapes, sizes, and ethnic groups. Come to think of it, Krista didn’t know what race the men were. She really had no clue what they looked like.

  “I see you made it,” Ashley approached Krista. “Welcome, welcome.”

  “I almost didn’t,” Krista replied. She kept second-guessing her decision up until she entered the club and even at the bar, she wondered what the hell she was doing.

  “It’s okay to be nervous. Don’t worry about it. Have a drink to ease your nerves.” Ashley stated. “You came just in time. The demo is getting ready to start.”

  “Oh shit!” Krista downed her drink. The alcohol warmed her insides and Krista instantly found her courage. If BDSM wasn’t her thing, she’d find out that night and would be on her way. If BDSM was her thing, she’ll have to find a way to introduce herself to the Masters.

  She followed Ashley to a stadium-like room and sat down on the plush chairs. She looked around and saw the stadium was quickly filling up with other Doms and their submissives. It seemed the Masters drew quite the crowd.

  “Is it always this crowded?” Krista asked.

  “Sometimes,” Ashley revealed, “but this is a special night. It’s very rare that both Masters do a demo together. Usually one does it or the other, never both.” She noticed Nick walked in with Whitney. “There’s Saint Nick and one of His subs. They’re about to begin!”

  Krista focused her attention on Saint Nick. He was a gorgeous with dark, wavy hair and a muscular build hidden underneath his casual business wear of a crisp grey shirt and black slacks. He wore thick black hipster frames on his face which made Krista think he was a sexy nerd. Thoughts of roleplaying with Nick being a hot professor and Krista being a disobedient student began to take over her mind.

  The sub, which Krista assumed was Whitney, followed behind Him and wore a tied-up silk purple robe and stilettos. She was stunningly beautiful, looking like a model fresh off the runway. She had natural curly hair and her face was flawless without a small blemish on her. Krista was immediately jealous.

  Whitney removed her robe and revealed she was nude. She had a boyish figure with a tight, round ass and small tear-shaped breasts. She laid down on the leather table and Nick immediately strapped her in.

  Krista gasped at how brave Whitney was and how cool and collected Saint Nick appeared to be. The demonstration was about to begin.

  ****

  He walked around the table, making sure everything was at His disposal for the night’s play session. There were a variety of sex toys for Scott’s disposal and Nick was confident his friend would find one (or a few) useful during His time with Whitney. The electro devices were set and ready.

  The sub for the night was one of His girls and He preferred it that way. A newcomer at the Dungeon was too risky; a veteran was too needy. But His girls – there were two of them – they were just right.

  One of them was checking in people into the club while the other volunteered to be that night’s demonstration subject. While she’d come to terms with a lot of things when they signed a contract, He also knew her hard limits and didn’t test her in any way. So when she suddenly requested to do a medical scene at The Dungeon, He knew she went out of her way.

  It was another special occasion – her birthday – and she wanted to please Him.

  He’d asked her what would she liked for her birthday and the request had been on her mind for some time. She swallowed her nervousness and stated she wanted to do medical play with him and one of his friends. He raised an eyebrow and wondered aloud if she could truly handle them both at the same time. He then remembered she wasn’t like the other submissives and she knew what she was doing.

  ****

  Whitney swallowed hard. The room was deathly cold and she wanted to rub her arms in hopes of warming up. She knew better. She was to lie still until otherwise instructed. She was thankful the table was made out of plush leather and the straps that bound her to the table were soft. There was one across her chest, right before her breasts. There was another across her torso. Her feet were bound
in stirrups and her thighs were spread open. Anyone looking down at her would see everything.

  She managed to let out a few quick breaths and closed her eyes, blinding those who watching her in the stadium-like room. She was on display and in a few minutes, all of her will be examined by the guests at The Dungeon. She started second-thinking the scene already. It was taking her back to dark places in her past, specifically being on an operating table and waking up to hear bad news about her health that had forever changed her. She went down a deep freefalling spiral until she met Him.

  He’d saved her. She would forever be indebted to Him.

  Was she ready for this? Could she actually do it? He promised he wouldn’t harm her or let anyone hurt her. Saint Nick had no reason to let her believe otherwise and she’d been His sub for quite some time.

  The squeamish thoughts remained and her stomach curled up into tight knots. As more people filled the stadium and she heard the murmurs of those about to watch, Whitney was about to leapt off the table when a set of familiar hands cradled her face.

  “Say the word and we’re done here,” He whispered.

  Did she want to stop? She felt comforted by His touch and presence, realizing He would never let any harm come to her. She let out another sigh as her safe word momentarily flashed across her brain.

  Sinatra.

  She was in love with all things Rat Pack and had a collection of old records from Ol’ Blue Eyes himself. Choosing her favorite singer as her safety word only made sense to them both.

  “Piccina?” He asked again, His voice demanding her attention.

  She shook her head and opened her eyes. His sharp blue ones had warmth to them and the message had been conveyed loud and clear to her. “Please continue, Sir.”

  “Very well,” He softly kissed her forehead. “Are you comfortable?”