Page 2 of Jaded
The club might have catered to the softer side of BDSM, but Angela still ran a tight ship. No one got away with any bad behavior here. Like most regulars here, I was half in love with Angela and half afraid of her.
“Eh. It was fine. She was crying from the beginning. Working through some trauma I’m betting. She hit subspace pretty fast, so I stayed with her through aftercare until I knew she was okay to go. She seemed happy and alert when she left with her friend.”
Angela nodded. “Well, thanks for coming in tonight, I appreciate it. The club’s been busy lately and I hate to turn away business.”
“No problem,” I lied.
She looked up at the approaching bartender. “First drink is on the house for Mistress Lauren please, Kristina.”
My breath caught as I got a look at a staff member who I’d never seen before.
“Are you new here?”
My voice was harsher than I intended but Kristina still met my gaze. It was like looking into the sun. The woman was beautiful.
She was maybe ten years younger than me, early thirties by my estimate. Long, dark hair hung straight down to her shoulders, a fringe of bangs bracketing her large brown eyes. She lowered her eyes briefly, looking almost confused, then looked back up at me.
Kristina was clearly submissive. I had a flash of her on her knees, hands tied behind her back, while she licked my pussy. Arousal hit me in a wave as every nerve in my body fired into action at once.
“Yes, Mistress, it’s my second week here.”
Her voice was clear but appropriately deferential. The club had a strict hierarchy and even the staff adhered to it. At least while we were inside the club.
I reached out to shake her hand, desperate to touch her. “Hi Kristina, I’m Mistress Lauren. Welcome to Surrender.”
I saw a flash of surprise cross her pale face as our skin touched. Good, she felt it too, that little jolt of electricity or whatever it was that made my palm tingle. I held onto her fingers a little longer than I needed to. When Kristina pulled back, I saw her subtly wipe her palm on her thigh as she lowered her gaze back to the floor, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.
Angela’s gaze was speculative as she looked between us.
“You know Lauren, Kristina has shared with me that she’d like to scene with someone. See what we offer here. And she’s off in...,” she glanced up at the clock behind the bar, “ten minutes. I think you’re the perfect domme to initiate her into the lifestyle if you’re up for another round tonight.”
Kristina
Ilooked into Lauren’sbeautiful brown eyes for a long moment before I realized that I wasn’t supposed to make eye contact with the dommes. I was new to this club and new to real life BDSM. Playing with people online and reading books wasn’t the same, not at all.
Nothing in a book prepared me for the raw power I felt coming from Mistress Lauren. Or the desire to drop to my knees and beg her to let me service her. I hadn’t had this reaction to any of the other dommes at the club though. It was something about Lauren in particular that made me feel...tingly.
