I’ve never fucked a woman in my playroom that wasn’t my contractual Sub. And never in my home It’s too intimate. Feelings get hurt, but using them as the dirty little cum sluts they are, now that’s more my speed. They loved tasting Daddy. They loved to have me ram my cock down their throats until I spilled all over their faces. Each one knew exactly what to expect, and the written arrangements were reviewed before they entered my room, so there was no miscommunication or confusion.
It’s not an uncommon fantasy for a woman to want to be cummed on and used by a masked man; definitely not the oddest of kinksexercised in my club. For that reason, I have my entire club separated by rooms intended to live out different kink fantasies in group or intimate settings. It’s not uncommon for Doms to bring their Subs to my club for training:that’s when I come in to play. But having Delaney In my home, invading my personal space, where I let loose, was something I wasn’t used to but surprisingly wanted to get used to.
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My restraint was wearing thin with each second as she stood there looking at me with those brown eyes full of lust. I was going to enjoy training her.
We walked across the room, pausing in front of the four-poster bed that mostly remained unused. Standing over my Subs while I dripped all over their faces was what I enjoyed the best.And Daddy always gets what he wants.
I stood back, creating a small space between me and Delaney. She wore a thin lace dress that was only a few inches longer than the top of her thigh. I grabbed the neckline and tore it right down the middle. The fabric ripped easily under my grip. She gasped beneath my urgent movement, panic alight in her eyes.
She threw her arms up to cover her luscious breasts. I knew they were bare when I noticed her nipples pushed against her lace dress while her mouth was full of my cock. I pictured sucking her perky pink nipples through my teeth and making her hiss at the pain, then using my tongue to soothe the sting.
I reached up to force her arms back down to her side. She would learn to obey me in time.
“Never hide from me, Delaney, never deny me what’s mine. Do you understand?” Her cheeks flushed as she became visiblystiff with edginess. Her mouth opened then quickly closed again. She was hesitant, ruminating…butwhy?
“What’s wrong? Do you remember your safe word? Would you like to use it?” I inquired, hopeful that wasn’t the cause of the conflict she wore across her face.
“N…no, I mean yes, um… I don’t know.” Her brow furrowed as she processed my words and her thoughts.
“What is it, Delaney? You can speak freely.” I snapped with more intensity than I intended, impassioned with the anxiety building within me from the anticipation of her response.
“It’s just I don’t know how to do this. I’ve only, I mean…I’m not a virgin, but I–” she trailed off, babbling half-sentences. I knew she wasn’t a virgin because her paperwork stated she was active, along with her current results of her STD and STI testing. I didn’t understand her hesitation.
“I need you to be honest with me, Delaney. Have you had sex before?” The light pink in her cheeks turned to red.
Fuck! She hasn’t. She lied.
I felt myself growing angry, not that she was a virgin but that she wasn’t honest. This dynamic doesn’t work unless there is complete trust between Dom and Sub. Just as I was about to stop all activity and end our session, she looked up at me with glossy eyes.
“Will you teach me?”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
That timid little voice that carried so much vulnerability. So shy, I see her. I see that dirty little slut waiting to come alive right in front of me, just waiting for Daddy to guide her toward pure euphoria.
“Please, Daddy?” she whispered, tilting her head downward in submission.
I took a step closer, grabbed a handful of her thick brown hair, tilted her head down, moved her chin up to expose her neck, and forced hergaze to focus on me with one smooth motion of my wrist.
“I am going to ruin you for all other men.” I snarled each syllable as I spoke to her.
I smirked when she gulped audibly.
Ignite your inner FERAL appetite…
Six months prior…
Dallas
Istood leaning on the balcony of my VIP lounge, watching as a new group of potential club members walked through the door. We host an open-door night every month to allow members to bring in a potential recruit of their choice, of course, after they complete the standard questioning and procedures.
Boundaries and safety come first before anyonecums.
These nights have always been one of my favorite events. Honestly, it can be a challenge with this lifestyle to get bored with the regular members, especially since most of the Subs have already been collared by their Masters.
As a business owner, I’m pleased to help facilitate the unique connections made here within the walls of my club. It’s great to uphold my reputation as a quality club owner, but as a man with more…niche needs, it can be frustrating how slim the pickings are for a good Sub, even if for just one night.
