The S*xy Submissive

r home than the club she really wanted to join—Stronghold, in DC. There was slim chance of anyone from Stronghold being at Chained—among the regulars anyway. Basic psychology: once people beco

d been able to make her feel the excitement she got just reading BDSM erotica stories. Sure, she’d had orgasms during sex, but it always felt like there was something missing, and eventually that had led to the end of each relationship. And it didn’t help when most of her closest friends were guys, which tended to cause some jealousy and misunderstandings with her boyfriends, but she figured someone confident enough to be a Dom would have to be secure and confident enough not to mind she had a lot of guy friends, right? She’d realized she wanted a man with the confidence, the self-assurance to be uncaring about her male friendships. Also, a man who was sexually controlling in the bedroom…at the very least she needed to try it out, to see firsthand whether or not this was a lifestyle for her. And if it was, then maybe she could find someone into the lifestyle she could have a real relationship with. Tonight she was dressed in thigh high leather boots with six inch heels, leather shorts, and a brocaded green skin tight top boned like a corset but had an Asian inspired mandarin collar and little capped sleeves. It covered her upper body completely except for a wide swath between the neck of the collar and her bust; a keyhole opening which showed a generous amount of cleavage. She'd straightened her hair and worn it loose, letting it flow over her shoulders to swing halfway down her back—almost two inches longer than when she let her naturally curly hair fly free. Black lace gloves and the embroidered jacket completed her look, although she'd take her jacket off when she got inside. It was a damn sexy outfit and she was pretty sure it fairly screamed 'in charge.' Because that’s exactly how she wanted to appear tonight. How she’d been practicing to appear. Tilting her chin up haughtily, she strode towards the door of the club. It was a plain wooden door with a discreet sign above it said “Chained.” There were no lights or anything else to draw attention to itself. She liked that. When she signed in at the front desk (pseudonyms were allowed, although when she'd filled out her form for the guest pass she'd had to give her real name and the pseudonym she planned on using) she put her name down as Mistress Angela before handing her coat over to the girl behind the desk, a sexy blonde wearing a naughty secretary outfit. The irony wasn't lost on Angel and she gave the girl an approving smile, which made the receptionist flush happily as she took Angel's coat. "Welcome to Chained, Mistress Angela," she said. "Thank you, dear," said Angel, sliding into the role she'd assigned herself. She'd never wanted to pursue theater as a career (monetary pressure took all the fun out of it) but that hadn't stopped her from pursuing it as a hobby in her free time. Even though she'd only started auditioning in the area a few months ago, she'd already been cast in a show at a community theater. Tonight was going to be the performance of her life because she wasn't onstage. Acting was so much easier with cues and lines. Still, she could feel her nerves humming the way they did when she was standing in the wings, waiting for the curtain to go up. And that's exactly where she was right now; this lobby was the wings and as soon as she stepped past the hul

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ough he’d indulged once or twice in the past couple of months when asked to do an introduction or teaching scene at Stronghold. But it was ultimately unsatisfying. He wanted to play with someone who actually interested him. At thirty-one years old he was rather surprised to find himself yearning for permanence in a relationship, he'd always thought he'd be a confirmed bachelor until at least his midthirties, but seeing the love and devotion between Chris, Justin, and Jessica, the way they came together to make their tripod relationship work, had made him feel surprisingly envious. Their relationship had ended up creating another one between Liam, another Stronghold Dom and good friend, and Jessica’s best friend, Hilary. Since then, Adam had started considering a real relationship, something Rick had already been looking for. Something neither of them were going to find at Chained, apparently. "Well, that's interesting," said Rick, perking up a little. All of the men turned to see where he was looking, at the door leading to the lobby. A stunning woman had just walked in by herself. A long fall of dark brown hair caressed her shoulders, framing a roundish face which wasn't quite conventionally beautiful, with almond shaped eyes hinting at Asian heritage. She also had the most incredible lips Adam had ever seen, small but somehow plumply bow-shaped to the extent they almost looked like they’d been created for sex appeal, the way Betty Boop or Jessica Rabbit’s lips would appear in real life. Made for kissing or wrapping around a man's shaft. The tiny shorts she was wearing hugged curvy hips, hinting at a fantastic rear view. The unique top she was wearing interested him immediately, despite the fact it covered most of her. The curves of her breasts in the top’s opening were full and creamy, pressing the soft mounds upwards into almost a shelf. She was definitely at least a D cup. Maybe more. The thigh high leather boots with the fuck-me heels were skin tight on her legs, showing them to be long and lean. Just looking at her made his dick stir. "Damn, she's a Domme," said Rick, deflating as he took in her attire, the tilt of her chin and the aggressive way she looked around the room. Moodily he took a swig of his beer. "What, you don't want to try out being a switch?" Andrew asked, nudging his friend in the ribs. The other three men laughed as Adam continued to study the woman. Not once in his entire life had he ever been attracted to a Domme, no mat

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