But the most exciting thing about Club X isn’t the extravagant finery. It’s the people. I walk behind Carla and Bruce, in awe of it all. My eyes dart this way and that, trying to take in everything, and I try, unsuccessfully, to calm my nerves. I settle my eyes on Carla’s backside and my cheeks grow rosy as I admire the view. She looks fucking hot tonight. She’s wearing a short dress that barely covers her butt cheeks and hugs her body, showcasing every delicious curve. In fact, every woman here has on a dress that barely covers her ass.
They’re everywhere.
Beautiful young women and masked young men that are dressed in slick high dollar suits fill the room. Even though their faces are hidden behind masks, I can almost feel the ambition, drive and authority radiating from these men, and it makes me weak in the knees.
Power. Wealth. Sex. It’s all here, under one roof.
Looking around, I don’t see a single man without a mask. Some are black and simple. Others are silver and themed with animals. The men sit at tables or booths alone, watching the room with an almost predatory gaze, while other men sit in groups talking amongst each other quietly. Other Dominants are accompanied by a beautiful girl or two, but it’s clear who's in charge. Nearly all the women are in Submissive poses or in the act of being led around.
I watch as a tall man in a dark suit, his face hidden behind a metallic mask, walks past me holding a chain that clinks as he walks. It’s attached to a dark-haired girl clothed in a silver shift dress. As she moves I can see the gown is nothing more than thin slits of fabric stitched together, her skin exposed in between the gaps. My eyes widen as the Dom tugs slightly, and the leash pulls at the collar around her throat. The Submissive tumbles forward slightly and the man catches her, pulling her into his hard chest and whispering into her ear. She smiles against his suit jacket as he chuckles and she nods her head slightly, looking up at him and responding with a soft, “Yes, sir,” to whatever he’s said.
He releases her and walks easily to a table where another man is already sitting.
The seated man, a tall blond, is eyeing the Dom’s Sub with intense interest, his legs planted out wide. He mutters something to the Sub, and she blushes at whatever it is.
“Answer him,” I hear the Dom command, looking at his Submissive with a heated gaze.
The Sub looks hesitant, although lust is easily read on her face before uttering something too low for me to hear and nodding slightly. At this, the Dom takes a seat at the table next to the blond man, and pulls his Sub into his lap, spreading her legs out wide and placing the balls of her bare feet on the leather-covered bench on either side of his thighs. The blond man moves in close and lowers the top of the Sub’s dress, taking out her right breast. My lips part in disbelief. I watch as he takes her nipple into his mouth and as he slides his hand up between her legs. Her head falls back against her Dom’s shoulder, and she moans softly with pleasure.
My breath hitches, and my eyes widen.
I glance around the room and then focus back on them. No one around seems to notice or think this out of the ordinary, and I feel my core heat at the erotic sight. Seeing as how this is a BDSM club, I expected to walk in on a wild orgy, where Doms would be fucking their Subs into submission, but the vibe is much more high class than that, giving off an almost secretive and seductive feel. But I’m still shocked to see something like that. My blood heats with desire, and my body feels aflame.
As I continue to watch the blond man suck on her tit, my nipples pebble and my breathing becomes ragged. I tear my eyes away, my cheeks burning with shame, when Carla whispers in my ear, “Sexy, isn’t it?”
Carla is gazing at me, her breasts heaving as her eyes dart past me to the couple and then back to me. I can’t get over Carla’s dress; it looks expensive, and it’s covered with glittering sequins. Both sides have long slits that show off her long legs, and nearly expose her pussy. Her hair is styled into a sultry deep side part, and her makeup is flawless. A Sub collar adorns her neck, and serves only to enhance her sexiness. It’s a thin leather strap with a polished gold tag.
She leans in and whispers, her eyes still on the scene to our left, “Bruce doesn’t share me. That’s not our thing.”
Her boyfriend and Dom, Bruce, looms behind her, his metallic mask glinting in the red ambient lighting, his dark, vested suit fitting right in with all the other wealthy men in attendance. He doesn’t have a leash on Carla, and a lot of couples don’t seem to have them either. Tonight, he let Carla be free of her chain, which she’s told me she customarily wears, but has forbidden her to walk more than a few feet from him. I was there when he told her the rules, and I couldn’t believe how eagerly she accepted them. She wants to please him. She craves his authority and his conditions. It’s a dynamic that’s foreign to me. I’d only met Bruce once before this. They seem like an average enough couple. But this is different. Much different. Here in Club X, he’s the master of Carla’s world.
Even though I know the basics of the dynamics behind a Dom and his Sub, it’s going to take me awhile to get used to seeing Carla so subservient since she’s such a hands-on, career-driven woman. I didn’t expect this. It’s one thing to fantasize about the lifestyle. It’s quite another to be immersed in it.
But that’s what being a Sub is all about, I tell myself, surrendering all your control and power to another person and letting them take the reins.
In that light, Carla is the perfect Sub.
I’m doing my best to fit in and copy Carla’s behavior. I’m wearing a backless black dress that rises up to mid-thigh and the front side is cut low, showing off my ample cleavage. Salon-perfect hair, sultry makeup, spandex pantyhose and glossy nude pumps complete my look. I feel sexy, but at the same time I’m extremely nervous since this is my first time here. All the women present seem to be playing their roles flawlessly, and I’m unsure I’ll be able to fit in. The thought brings my anxiety back to the forefront. I wish I could calm down, but I’m struggling to relax. Especially knowing the auction is tonight.
I can’t believe I could be bought by someone. Five hundred thousand dollars... or more. The thought is surreal. I’m literally shaking in my heels.
“It’s crazy,” I breathe, making sure to keep my voice as low as possible and my eyes in a safe place. Carla warned me that even if I’m not claimed, I have to play the part of a Submissive. I can't do anything that would disrupt the fantasy the club provides. I don’t want to offend anyone, and I don’t want to get kicked out. Looking out among the sea of masked men, my heart pounds. These are men of power, men that could dominate me just like I want. An image of being held down by one of them flashes in front of my eyes. Before I realize it, I’m trembling with a mix of arousal and fear. “You were right about this place.”
“Told you,” Carla whispers so low that I can barely hear. She turns toward Bruce, looking for permission, and he gives her an imperceptible nod. “Come,” she says quietly, gesturing at me to follow. “Let Bruce show you around before we grab a seat.”
Without waiting for an answer, she begins following Bruce, leading me down a walkway on the right side. There’s security detail as we leave the dining hall and go to the hallway where the rest of the club awaits. They check our bracelets and nod as we go through. Their presence only adds to the tension in the pit of my stomach. Bruce splays his hand on the small of Carla’s back, and she looks up at him with obvious appreciation. My gait is awkward as several masked men turn their heads my way, their eyes boring into me. I feel self-conscious under their gaze, unsure about my place here. These are powerful men--doctors, CEOs, lawyers, senators, and I’m just some silly girl whose problems have led her here. But they don’t need to know that. No one needs to know the reason I’m here.