He was so open when we talked. Turns out he is a real sadist. He loves to put his subs through some serious pain from what he was saying. He took me through the membership paperwork and said he hoped to see me around the club.
I’ll be honest, I was expecting to see people head-to-toe in latex suits, gimp masks, and leather, but so many were just dressed up in sexy outfits ranging from the classic black dress to full-on club wear. I've seen couples acting out scenes, but since the few nights I’ve been to, I still haven’t felt comfortable talking to many people. Laura’s words still haunt my mind.
This evening is their Dommes night. I've read the event poster near the bar, and this one had caught my eye at the start. They had scenes both on the mini stages and in a private room and would demonstrate their dynamic to interested people and had mini show-and-tells for members. The club really seemed to want to educate and expand people's minds.
I rise from my seat and stretch. Without rugby practice today, I feel stiff and full of energy that needs burning off. I walk up my stairs and undress to shower. Looking at myself in the mirror, I’m not a bad-looking guy. I have definition, I’m tall, I still have my thick dark hair. But my spirits sink hearing Laura’s voice again.
As the water runs down my body, I start to think of Isabelle, wondering what she might be up to today.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
Thinking of her with her friends, looking stunning, laughing, enjoying herself. Her long dark waves cascading down her back, encased in a dress that highlights her glorious full curves.
My cock starts to thicken, and my hand drifts down as my other hand rests against the shower wall.
Images of her dancing, her curves swaying, merge into her being in nothing but black lacy lingerie, spread on my bed, and my hand strokes faster, my climax building quicker. My breaths start to become ragged as she climbs on top of me, and her bra comes off, those full round breasts bouncing as she rides me. My balls tighten, and a shudder wracks my body as I come all over my hand, her name rasping off my lips in desperation.
“Fuck, Isabelle,” My breathing slows as I clear my head, shame pouring over me like the water of the shower, leaving me feeling dirty as I wash away my thoughts of Isabelle.
Maybe tonight I’ll finally get talking to someone who is into the same things, and I won't be reduced to jerking off in the shower thinking of a woman I have no right to think of and have no chance of making mine.
I’m not sure I’m looking for a partner right now; I don’t think I’ll be ready for a while for that, but tonight makes me hold out hope that maybe I’m not as disgusting as Laura had said.
Yes, Miss
I pull on my white shirt, looking at my reflection in the mirror as I fasten the buttons. I look better than I did a week or so ago. Having Isabelle on the team has helped lighten my workload, and it has obviously made the difference.
I’m not even acknowledging that niggle in my head telling me that maybe I look better because I’ve been sitting and resting with her at lunchtimes and actually eating something, rather than working straight through.
Watching her laugh and smile whilst telling her uni stories and what she had been up to since leaving the school is an experience in itself. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed, and her bright wide smile seemed to light up the staff room. She has a habit of running her fingers through the ends of her hair when conversation slows, twirling the waves through her long slender fingers.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself.
That’s the problem though, isn’t it? I’ve been getting hold of myself far too much lately, frequently jerking off in my morning shower to thoughts of Isabelle. It’s getting ridiculous. I run my fingers through my hair, sweeping it back, and slip on my jacket, leaving the house.
Alexandra Ravensbrook
Chapter 14
Isabelle
I step out of the taxi outside the townhouse and thank my driver. For once, I’ve found a driver who didn't want to ask twenty questions about where I was going, who with, or what I thought of the latest Prime Minister. All conversations I’d recently had with other taxi drivers.
I'm not normally nervous going to a club, but the thought of bumping into James and having that awkward moment of recognition leaves my insides twisting with anxiety. I want my first night here to be chilled and relaxing. Get to know the members and settle in before I have to deal with the James issue.
I straighten my satin pencil skirt, check the seams are straight on my stockings, and slip my mask from my bag. Smoothing my long dark waves and sweeping them over my shoulder, I climb the steps to the front door and scan my membership card on the reader. The green light flashes, and the door opens with a soft click.
Yes, Miss
I step inside and fasten the satin ribbons of my mask, securing it in place, my hands a little shaky from first-night nerves. Seeing a few people wearing masks on my induction visit, I was relieved I wouldn’t be the only one who does this from time to time.
I hand my coat to the hostess and look around the foyer. It’s so much more elegant at night. The chandelier in the hallway casts a soft, warm glow on the dark parquet flooring of the foyer.
The soft hum of music coming from the bar in the main room isn't overpowering like some clubs; it feels like a soft hand beckoning me to enter. A woman walks through in a backless red dress, long blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. Her curves are magnificent. It’s clear the gentleman walking slightly behind her thinks so too; his eyes are firmly focused on her rear whilst she leads him down the hall to the private rooms by his tie. She waves a small hello and winks at me with the cheekiest grin I've ever seen. She looks like she would be fun, and her partner doesn't even notice anyone else around.
I smile back amused and walk on through to the bar and take a seat on the burgundy leather stool. The slightly marked wooden bar top is shiny and smooth beneath my fingertips. The bartender waves a small hand in acknowledgement and comes over to take my order.
“Hello, my name is Jonathan. I'm your bartender for this evening. Should you have any questions or require any
