Drunk In Love: The Complete Series: BBW BDSM Erotica (7 page)

I made it to the second floor and stared at the front door of the club. I had come so far through weeks of training with Kyle and getting rid of Trevor to the point that hearing his name no longer made me reminisce.

I had studied what it took to be a mistress, and now this my first experience.

I walked through the door and locked it behind me, looking at myself in the mirror. This time, instead of just a jacket and no panties, I had a bag full of props dangling from my arm.

Walking to the back, I found Brent with his shirt off again, just like the last time. He wasn’t being shy, and that was fine by me. Even the hardest boys could be dominated.

“Hey, you. Did you lock the door?” Brent smiled, making sure to flex his muscles when he saw me.

“Yep, I sure did.” I smiled at him, shifting my bag to my other arm.

“What’s in your bag?” I was sure once he found out, he wouldn’t be smiling any longer.

“Oh, nothing. Just a gift for later. Let’s get started,” I told him, taking off my jacket and putting down my bag.

I was dressed in my usual gym attire. Opting for black yoga pants today and a black tank top. No makeup, though; I didn’t feel I had to seduce Brent this time. He was already under my influence.

“So, you wanna get started or go straight for it? I’m really sorry about last time.” He walked closer to me, trying to touch me, but I backed away.

“Don’t you know better than to touch a lady until she’s ready to be touched?” I questioned him. This brute was only concerned about fucking me and making another notch in his lifting belt.

“Sorry.” He looked a little embarrassed. He kept rubbing on his muscles, trying to entice me. “Well, what would you like to do?”

Wow, he really wanted me. I was the one that got away, and now he looked pitiful. His horniness showed; he was too anxious, desperate even. Was this really the guy I’d thrown myself at a month or so ago?

“I thought we were working out?” I played aloof, and he looked confused and upset by my reply.

“Okay, a workout is fine, but I thought you wanted a full-body workout.”

I wanted to laugh in his face. Turning around, I played with one of the machines, allowing down this courtship.

“We can try something different. I hate the same old stuff; you know what I mean?”

Silence.

I left the ball in his court. If he wanted me, he was going to have to do it my way.

Coming up behind me, he turned me around.

“You want to try something different?” He looked confused as he kept grabbing at me, trying to put his lips on mine.

“Yep, different. Some role play, and you have to play along if you want me to touch this.” I grabbed his cock through his jogging pants, squeezing it in my fingers, seeing his eyes get wide and mouth contort in pain, and then turn into a smile.

I let go and walked away. I grabbed my bag and walked towards the back of the gym to a private room. If he followed, he was willing, and by the thickness of his cock, he was all in.

I didn’t turn around, depending on my ears to tell me if I was winning this standoff. As I walked, I heard his footsteps behind me. That was the only confirmation I needed. I had Brent right where I wanted him.

*****

W
e were in the massage room behind another locked door. It was perfect, with a table that was long and sturdy. There was a chair that was perfect for what I had in mind if I wanted to tie Brent down.

I had convinced him that this would be the night of his life. Brent wanted a kiss, or a make out like we did that night, but this was not that type of visit. This time, I was in search of something else.

I sat him down and pulled out my rope.

“Whoa, who is that for?” he asked, looking nervous. I smiled, placing the items on the counter.

“This is all for you,” I told him, taking off my jacket and getting ready. His laughs filled the room, but in a few minutes, he wouldn’t be laughing. The most important thing for me was that he didn’t leave—that meant he wanted this.

“So what if I don’t do what you want me to do?”

I walked up to him, my eyes meeting his, and showed him what his punishment would be. Pulling the fraternity-style paddle from my bag, I held it out and showed it to him.

“If you don’t comply, you will be disciplined.” His eyes became saucers at that point. I slapped the paddle to my hand and returned to my bag of tricks.

“Now, strip. I want to see everything.”

He laughed, but he began pulling down his pants and taking off his shoes.

“No, leave your shoes on,” I said with a smirk. “You’re about to get a workout.”

Once everything was off, he stood facing me, his hard cock sticking straight up. I walked to him, bending down and grabbing his cock again, testing the girth and thickness. Thankfully, his cock was big enough for the cock clamp I’d brought with me.

Bending down, I’m sure he thought I was going to suck his cock, but instead I placed the clamp over his shaft and locked it into place.

“What the fuck is this?!” Brent asked, turning towards the mirror to see the new toy I’d placed on him.

“That is a dick clamp. You will refer to me as ‘Mistress” from now on.” I took the paddle and swatted it at his ass.

“Ouch, shit...” He rubbed the area I had just slapped. I raised the paddle again, ready to swat at his ass and beat it red if I had to. I wasn’t leaving until he obeyed.

“Yes, Mistress.” I could tell he was unsure of all of this. He wasn’t used to a woman being assertive.

“Good. Now get your ass on the floor and do sit ups until I tell you to stop.”

He did as he was told, counting out the number of sit ups as I watched his cock bounce with each one. It was his turn to be ordered.

I straightened the rope, untying it and stretching it out.

“What are you going to do with that?” he asked in between sit ups. The look I gave him, followed by my eyes shifting to the paddle, reminded him of the rules.

“What are you going to do with that, Mistress?”

“You will see soon enough. Now stand up and walk backwards towards me,” I commanded him, and he did it.

“This clamp is tight, Mistress. I’d really rather have you bounce on my cock.”

I laughed at his request.

I slapped his ass with my hand once he reached me. It was a tight little ass that I wouldn’t mind pegging, but I hadn’t made it that far in training yet. I was still a newbie and only saw that on videos.

Instead, I turned him around and pulled his arms out towards me so I could begin tying him up. Brent looked confused when I twisted the rope around his hands and squeezed it tight.

“Now, I’m going to take this clamp off. For doing that, I want you to make me feel better.”

I did as I said, releasing the constricting clamp from his cock. I was sure that all of the blood was now rushing to his dick. It was a sure way to cause blue balls with what I was about to do.

With his hands tied, there was only one thing I wanted, and it wasn’t his cock inside me.

“What do you want me to do, Mistress?”

“Get on your knees and suck my clit.”

Pushing him down to the floor, I pulled off my yoga pants. Sitting on the masseuse table, my ass to the edge and my legs spread eagle, I grabbed Brent’s head and pulled him into my creamy center.

His moans outmatched mine as he licked and sucked me.

“Move your tongue around, slave. Don’t be lazy,” I instructed him.

Holding his head, I made Brent please me. After all, this was who it was about. That day, I’d felt stupid about the possibility of giving myself to this guy—especially since he agreed with his twiggy cunt of a girlfriend that I was some fat bitch. Today, this fat bitch’s juices were on his face.

I clamped my legs around his head, letting him taste every part of me. He needed to know that I was not a toy to be made fun of.

“Is it good, slave?” I asked as he slurped and tongued over my clit.

“Oh yes, Mistress. I want to fuck you.” If only he knew that wasn’t happening.

“Make me cum, slave.” That was all I cared about. “Circles, slave... circles over my pussy.” I commanded him like Kyle taught me.
Tell your slave exactly what you want. They are there to please you.

I believed it. Laying back on the table, I closed my eyes and grinded my hips into his face.

“Lick it all up, slave.” It was so good, as if he were an expert. From my feet started the blaze of my orgasm.

“I’m cumming, slave,” I announced to him and the rest of the room. My legs squeezing his head for dear life. He lapped me up like a dog at his water bowl. As the heat of my orgasm swept over my body, I slapped his face.

“You’re a good little slave, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He stood up as if he was about to enter me, but that was the end of our rendezvous.

I got up, pulling up my yoga pants and sliding into my shoes. I collected all of my belongings, throwing them into my bag before he could register what was going on.

“What are you doing? We aren’t done.” He was right; we weren’t done. Pulling out my cell phone, I took a picture of him naked, his chin covered in my cum and his hands bound.

“Now we’re done.” I untied him just to be nice. Originally, I was going to leave Brent tied up and humiliated for someone to find him.

“That’s it? You just wanted me to eat you out?” He looked pissed, wearing deep lines across his forehead and his still stiff erection swinging as he tried to follow me from the room.

“Yep, that’s it, slave. Don’t text or call me anymore unless you want your girlfriend to have this photo.”

“What... I... what the hell?! I want you! Please don’t leave,” he begged, and maybe if it were another person, I would have graced him with the privilege of having sex with me. Looking at his naked body and thinking of how desperate he was earlier only turned me off. I already got what I came for.

“Bye, Brent.” With my bag in hand and my confidence higher than ever, I walked out of the gym, vowing never to return.

I skipped down the stairs and out into the street, gathering my cell phone to make the call to Kyle. He answered on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“It’s done. I did it. Oh my God... I can’t believe it!” I told him, feeling as if I were on a cloud.

“Good work, Sam. Send me the evidence. You are now a mistress. Congratulations.”

I wanted to scream to the world. I was a mistress, and Brent was my first slave.

“Thank you, Kyle, for all your help.” It was because of him that I felt like this. He took a low self-esteem woman and turned me into the confident mistress that I was today.

“You did this, Sam. This is your victory, not mine. I’ll let everyone know and get ready for your initiation” He congratulated me and got off the phone.

As I sent him the picture, I wanted to scream to the heavens. But most of all, I was ready to get started. I wanted to control someone and make them submit. Like the wine I drank, I was now addicted to this lifestyle.

Being a mistress was all I wanted to do, and I was ready to get started.

*****

T
he Dom Den was filled to capacity tonight. A week after my final test with Brent, I was finally “graduating” to mistress status. Bodies were everywhere, crowds forming to see the festivities; drinks flowed, and good conversation filled the room. There was a celebration of a new mistress coming to the Den, and everyone came out for my induction.

I stood in the middle of them in a black silk robe. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this meeting. Kyle said I would thoroughly enjoy myself, so I anticipated nothing but good things.

I eyed Kyle now, and he winked at me. I remembered what he’d told me weeks ago.

“I am your trainer. This isn’t romantic; I’m not the loving type.”

I appreciated that, but my growth didn’t revolve around loving anyone right now. I just wanted to love me, and somehow, through all of this, I had learned how to do just that. I winked at him, showing him my appreciation.

Right now, I wanted to be free, and being a mistress was me getting my freedom.

I saw Mistress Diana walking towards me from the corner of the room. At that moment, all of the music stopped. The chatter in the room subsided as she walked across the floor towards me.

I hadn’t seen her since that night that I was introduced to the Den, but she looked even more beautiful now than she did back then.

“So, you are Samantha,” she said, walking around me and looking me up and down.

“Yes, Mistress.” Rules always required that you show proper respect. I did just that as I knelt down to one knee and lowered my head.

“How may I serve you, Mistress?” I did as I had been taught. All of the teaching from Kyle and the weeks of observing had brought me here.

“You may stand now,” she said, stopping in front of me.

Her hair was pulled up in a wild ponytail and her makeup was flawlessly applied to her face. She was wearing a long black dress tonight with a lace top. I admired her. Because of this woman, I wanted to start this journey.

“I have heard a lot about you.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words wisely as if she were some government diplomat and not the lead Mistress of the Dom Den. “I would like to congratulate you on your studies. We have been told that you passed with flying colors.”

Everyone in the room clapped, raising their glasses to me. I found Kyle, and his eyes showed a twinkle of happiness. To think, this was all because of him.

“Tonight, we would like to welcome you to the Dom Den as a full-fledged member.” I felt like I won the lottery as the room cheered and drank to me.

Mistress Diana produced a necklace. On the pendant was a small dumbbell that read, “Samantha.”

“You are strong—much stronger than you thought you were, and stronger than we anticipated. Please take this and wear it.” Mistress Diana fixed the necklace around me, and I promised myself I would never take it off.

One of the wait staff arrived at my side, giving me a glass of wine.

“Now we will toast to the Dom Den and our newest member.” Mistress Diana raised her glass with everyone else. “To Mistress Samantha; let the games begin.”