Authors: Velvet
Chapter Five
“Greg, you told me last week that the new addition to the
casino would be ready at the end of the month, but by the looks of things, I
doubt that it’ll be ready in three months,” Magnus said, looking around the
cavernous space that still had exposed beams, unfinished walls, hanging wires
and bare floors.
“Sorry, Mr. Richards, but the shipment of marble for the
floor hasn’t come in from Italy yet,” the contractor explained.
“Listen, Greg, I’m really trying to be patient with you, but
it’s been one thing after the other. First it took you three weeks longer than
you estimated to build the bar, and then you ordered the wrong cabinets for the
kitchen, and now this. Are you sure you can meet the deadline?”
“Mr. Richards, I promise you this room will be done on time
and on budget.”
“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that. Look, Greg, I gotta
go. Keep me in the loop in case there’s another unforeseen delay.”
“You got it.”
Magnus was the co-owner of ACES, a boutique casino in
Atlantic City. He had a meeting with the other partners to discuss leasing out
the new room. They had kicked around several ideas for the new space at the
last meeting, but hadn’t made a final decision. Magnus was the managing partner
of the casino and wanted to add a four-star restaurant, but he had to run every
major decision past his two partners. He took the escalator to the second floor
and walked into the conference room.
“Good morning, Mr. Richards,” his assistant Jan said once he
stepped into the room. “Here’s your coffee.” She was on point and knew her boss
had to have his “black eye”—black coffee with a double shot of espresso—every
morning.
“Thanks, Jan.” Magnus glanced around the empty conference
room. “Where are Tony and Kevin?” he asked, referring to the other partners.
“I spoke to their assistants and they’re both running late.”
Magnus was a stickler for being on time and hated tardiness.
His mother had instilled in him years ago that being on time meant being early
and being late was unprofessional and unacceptable. “Call them directly and
tell them that I’m not going to wait all morning. My calendar is full and I
plan to keep on schedule.”
“Yes sir.” Jan picked up the phone sitting on the conference
table and made the calls.
As Magnus was waiting, his cell phone rang. “Hello.”
“Hey there, it’s Amber. How are you?”
“I’m good, hope you’re feeling better.”
“Yes I was, but I’m a hundred percent better and ready for
our next date.”
“About that, I wanted to talk to you in person but now I’m
tied up with the renovations for my new restaurant, and I won’t have time to
take you out. I really hate having this type of conversation over the
telephone, but the truth of the matter is we’re not that compatible. I think
it’s best if we stop dating and just be friends. I—“
“What? Why would you say something like that? Are you seeing
someone else?”
“No I’m not.”
“Then why do you want to be friends instead of lovers?”
Magnus wanted to say,
Because we’re not sexually
compatible
, but he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Amber, we had fun
together, but it’s not going anywhere, and I don’t want to waste either of our
time.”
“Wow, you really shoot from the hip.”
“Amber, I hope I didn’t offend you. That’s just how I feel.”
“Well, it wasn’t the conversation I expected, but I can
appreciate your honesty. Take care,” she said and hung up.
“I’m glad that’s over.”
Fifteen minutes later Tony and Kevin walked in.
“Where have you guys been?” Magnus looked at his watch.
“It’s almost nine twenty.”
“Cool your jets, man, we’re only a few minutes late,” Kevin
said, going over to the credenza and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“I am cool. I don’t like waiting. You guys should know that
by now.”
The partners were once little boys growing up in the same
tough Atlantic City neighborhood. Kevin Johnson was the only black kid on the
block and would often get picked on by the other tough Italian kids. Tony
DeAngelo and Magnus had known each other since kindergarten and were thick as
thieves. They detested bullies and took Kevin under their wing. The three of
them formed their own little clique, and remained tight throughout their teen
years and into adulthood. When an opportunity had arisen to buy out a failing
casino, Magnus called his buddies and proposed the idea that they go into
business together. At the time, Kevin was working as a stockbroker on Wall
Street and was tired of the daily stress of the market, so he jumped at the
chance to change careers. Tony was a businessman with a string of dry cleaners
on the East Coast and he liked the idea of being involved in the gaming
business. The three friends pooled their resources, bought the broken-down
casino, did some major renovations, and turned the place into a money-making
machine.
“You need to get laid, because you’re too uptight,” Tony
said, laughing.
I’m anything but uptight. Being at The Dungeon last night
was exactly what I needed. Now I’m ready to start my day like a raging bull.
“I’m anything but uptight, trust me. Anyway, let’s get this meeting started.”
They took their seats at the conference table and Magnus didn’t waste any time
getting down to business. “I just met with the contractor and he assured me
that the addition will be completed on time.”
“I think we should use the new room for another high-roller
suite,” Kevin said.
“We already have two high-roller suites, and don’t need
another one,” Magnus told him.
“Well, what about using the room for private dancing, with a
stage and a pole, if you get my drift,” Tony said with a chuckle.
Magnus shot Tony a look, and then said, “ACES is not a
gentleman’s club, it’s a casino, and I plan to make it a destination spot like
the major casinos in Vegas. Therefore, I propose leasing out the space to a
four-star restaurant,” Magnus suggested.
“Why do we need another restaurant? We already have the
buffet,” Tony added.
“The buffet is fine for the seniors and people who don’t
want to spend a lot of money on food, but a four-star restaurant with a
bar/lounge area will draw a more upscale crowd and increase revenue,” Magnus
explained.
“I see you’ve given this much thought,” Kevin said.
“Yes, I have. Jan, can you hand out the market research
reports,” Magnus requested.
Tony and Kevin scanned over the reports that Magnus had
drawn up and were impressed. The research showed that casinos with alternative
dining venues were more profitable. “As you can see on page four, the major
casinos in Vegas and Tahoe make a killing with their upscale restaurants and
bars,” Magnus pointed out.
“Yeah, these numbers are impressive,” Kevin agreed. Being a
former broker, he was quick with figures and knew a good deal when he saw one.
“Okay, then are we all in agreement that the new space will
be leased out to an upscale restaurant?” Magnus asked.
“I’m in,” Tony said.
Kevin nodded. “Me too.”
“Good. I’ve already narrowed down some of the top
restaurants on the East Coast that are looking to expand and would be a good
fit for us. I’ll have Jan set up meetings with the owners so we can put this
deal to bed as soon as possible,” Magnus said. He couldn’t help but think about
the chef he met a few nights ago. She was not only beautiful but one hell of a
good chef. Besides, he would love the opportunity to work closely with her.
“Sounds good. Is there anything else on the agenda for
today?” Tony asked.
“No, that’s it. Short and sweet. I love doing business with
you guys, it’s so seamless,” Magnus said.
“That’s because you always do your due diligence and present
the facts straight with no chaser. As long as the bottom line is profitable,
you’ll get no arguments from me,” Kevin replied.
“What are you guys doing tonight? Why don’t we go into
Manhattan, get some dinner and pick up a few hotties?” Tony asked, his face
lighting up. He was a ladies’ man and loved scoring new pussy.
“I’m in. What about you, Magnus?” Kevin asked.
“I gotta take a pass, guys. I have a ton of work to do.”
Magnus gathered his reports, put them in a black leather agenda and stood up.
“Come on, man, it’ll be fun. We haven’t all hung out
together in a while,” Tony said, always eager to party.
“Next time, I promise. I hate to run, but I need to head to
my office. I have a conference call in ten minutes.” Magnus said goodbye to his
friends and left.
Back in his office, Magnus closed the door and made a
beeline to his private bathroom. He didn’t have an urgent conference call. He
had a painful back to attend to. The bruises the Domme had inflected were sore
and he needed to reapply some ointment.
He removed his suit jacket and shirt, hung them on the back
of door and walked over to the sink. He reached into the cabinet, took out a
hand mirror, turned around to the large mirror and inspected his back. The
marks were black and blue. He opened the jar of ointment that sat on the sink
counter and smoothed the cool cream over his wounds.
“Ahh yes, that feels better.”
Magnus had thought about telling his friends about The
Dungeon, but didn’t know how they would react to his alternative sexual
choices. Tony was a traditional ladies’ man, who probably couldn’t conceive of
a woman inflicting pain on him. Kevin, who was recently divorced, had been with
his former wife since his early twenties, and probably hadn’t had sex with more
than three women in his entire life. Besides, keeping his secret sex life
private was thrilling, and if nothing else, Magnus loved thrills and had the
bruises to prove it.
Chapter Six
Kendall slipped into the black latex cat suit with ease. She
strutted over to the floor-length mirror in her bedroom as if she were working
the catwalks in Paris and checked her reflection. The latex covered her body
like an oil slick, leaving nothing to the imagination. The outlines of her
nipples were clearly visible, and her tight, round ass looked as if it were a
juicy ripe plum, ready to be devoured. Tonight would be her first visit to The
Dungeon as a member. She had a tutoring session scheduled with the Grand Domme,
and afterward, depending on how she performed in class, Kendall would be
allowed to dominate without supervision.
“I like, I like,” she said to her reflection. “Almost
perfect.”
She sat at the vanity table, polished off the glass of Moët
& Chandon she had been drinking and reached for the Styrofoam head. Kendall
removed a straight, auburn waist-length wig and put it on, covering her black
hair, which was cut in a bob with the points hitting the edges of her chin.
After applying a triple coat of caliente-red lip gloss, she put on a pair of
six-inch, black patent leather, platform, thigh-high boots. She completed the
outfit with a pair of black leather cuffs with silver spikes on each wrist. She
returned to the large mirror.
“Wow, I hardly recognize myself.” Kendall had made a drastic
transformation, from chef to Dominatrix. She covered her eyes with a pair of
oversized shades and said, “Now I’m ready for The Dungeon.” She put on a long
black trench coat, concealing her sexy getup, grabbed her purse and headed out
the door.
Outside her apartment building, she hailed a taxi and
fifteen minutes later, she was stepping out of the cab and into the decadent
playground.
“Good evening, and welcome to The Dungeon,” Cholé, the
receptionist, said.
“Hi, Cholé.”
The receptionist squinted, trying to make out who was behind
the dark glasses. “Uhh. Hi. Is that you, Renee?”
“No, Kendall Hall. We met last week when I came in for my
interview with the Grand Domme, and I was here yesterday shopping in the
boutique.”
“Oh yeah, now I remember. Wow! You look totally different.
Yesterday, you looked like a business tycoon, in a pinstriped suit and pearls.
And today, you’re totally unrecognizable in your disguise.”
“Actually, it’s not a disguise at all. I thought the latex
and platforms needed some spice, so I went heavy on the makeup, picked up a
wig, and added the shades. Now I really feel like a Dominatrix,” she explained.
“And you resemble one too. Let me take your coat and purse.
We have designated lockers for members. Come on, I’ll show you where the
lockers are located.”
After they secured Kendall’s belongings, Cholé said, “The
Grand Domme is expecting you in her private dungeon. Right this way. Cholé led
her down the hallway into the Grand Domme’s office. The office was empty. Cholé
walked over to an inlaid bookcase, pressed the spine of a book with a purple
cover, and like magic the front of the bookcase opened, revealing a secret
passageway.
Kendall adjusted her eyes to the dim purple lighting and
studied the room as she walked in. The walls and floors were covered in
eggplant-colored leather panels. The furniture in the room looked as though it
came straight out of the medieval era. In the center of the room was an
eight-foot-tall metal X. On the top right and left sides of the X were wrist
restraints, and there were ankle restraints at the bottom. Votive candles
surrounded the apparatus, making it look even more mysterious.
Against one wall was a large wooden bench with two black
leather-covered seats. The seats were placed at different levels, as if they
were steps. At the foot of the bench, lying on the floor was a paddle with
holes punched out of it.
On a small platform on the opposite side of the room was a
guillotine-looking contraption, except it didn’t have an overhead blade, but it
did have a large hole for the head and two smaller holes for the wrists.
Kendall slowly made her way around the room, visually
inspecting each device. This was a new world for her and she was eager to
discover everything it had to offer.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross, it’s used for restraining your
sub.”
Kendall turned to face the Domme who was standing at the
side of the cross. “And what’s that?” she asked, referring to the step-like
apparatus.
“It’s a spanking bench. Are you ready for your lesson?”
“I certainly am.”
“Enter now.”
Kendall couldn’t help but notice how commanding the Domme’s
voice was as she spoke. A few seconds later, a man came staggering in. His
ankles were secured with cuffs and a crossbar, causing him to shuffle as he
walked. He wore tight black leather short-shorts, had a black leather band
across his eyes and a ball gag in his mouth.
“Stop right there.”
The masked man stood in front of the spanking bench. The
Domme freed his legs.
“Put your knees here,” the Domme said, guiding his legs to
the lower part of the bench. “And lean over.” His chest was now on the upper
cushion, and his butt was sticking out in the air.
Kendall watched as the Domme picked up the wooden paddle and
spanked his ass.
“You like that, don’t you? Makes you hot, doesn’t it?”
He moaned, nodding his head up and down.
“I enjoyed it too. Hearing the sweet sound of the paddle
against your leather shorts is like music to my ears.”
The Domme gave him a few more whacks and stopped. “Being
dominant isn’t just about inflicting pain, but also about both parties
receiving pleasure. He loves it when I spank his bottom. It turns him on, and
watching him squirm and moan turns me on. Here, take the paddle and see what
type of sensation you experience.”
Kendall took the paddle. Her first hit was soft and timid.
The guy didn’t moan or flinch, he just lay there.
“Strike him harder. Don’t be afraid. He likes it, trust me.”
“Okay.” Kendall swung her arm as far back as she could and
then hit him with such force that he let out a series of moans.
“That’s better. Do it again.”
She hit him again, and this time Kendall could feel herself
getting aroused. The feeling took Kendall by surprise. In all her years of
dating and making love, she had never once dominated a man to this magnitude.
The more pain she inflicted, the more excited she became.
“That’s enough.”
Kendall stopped.
“Stand up and turn to the sound of my voice.”
When he rose, Kendall looked down at his shorts and saw that
he was erect. Seeing his dick protrude through his shorts was proof positive
that he was enjoying this session.
“What would you like him to do? He enjoys pleasing and
worshiping.”
Kendall thought for a moment. In the interview she watched,
she remembered the Domme mentioning role-play. “I want him to pretend as if
we’re in ancient Rome and I have to punish him for committing a crime.”
“Go right ahead. Your wish is his pleasure.”
“How does this work?” Kendall asked, referring to the St.
Andrew’s Cross.
“Strap his wrists and ankles with the restraints to the
wooden bars.”
“Come over here.”
The sub stood in front of the cross, raised his arms and
spread his feet as Kendall strapped him to the cross. She looked around the
room and saw a shelf full of sex toys, walked over and picked up a feather
duster. This time instead of inflicting pain, she wanted to taunt him. She
moved the soft feathers against his chest, circling around his nipples, down to
his navel, and farther south, stopping at his penis. She rotated the duster in
a circular motion, teasing his manhood. He moaned. Kendall wanted to hear his
unrestrained moans, so she reached up and removed the ball gag.
“Does that feel good? Speak.”
“Yes, Domme.”
“I’m going to bring you to the verge of climax, but you
better not come, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Domme.”
Kendall turned to the Grand Domme. “Can I touch his private
area?”
“You can do whatever you want. This is the sub I use for
training and we have already established our safe word, which he can use
anytime he feels uncomfortable. So feel free to act out any fetish or sensation
that makes you feel good.”
“Okay, right now I want to massage his dick and watch him
squirm with desire.” Kendall went up to the sub, put her hand on his manhood
and rubbed him, slowly at first and then she picked up the pace. She wrapped
her hand tightly around his rising mound of flesh and could feel him getting
harder and harder with each touch. Feeling his hardness in her hands was making
her hot. “Are you near orgasm?”
He moaned and said, “Yes.”
“You better not come. Do you understand?
“Yes, Domme.”
Kendall stopped rubbing him, stood back and watched his
manhood slowly deflate. Controlling the sub was an unexpected aphrodisiac. She
felt powerful and sexy at the same time.
“Have you done this before?” the Domme asked.
“No, however, the other night I watched an interview with a
Dominatrix and obviously absorbed more than I thought.”
“Either that or you’re a natural. Some people need several
lessons to get the feel of the BDSM culture, but you’ve caught on quickly. Do
you feel comfortable dominating a sub on your own?”
“Yes I do. As a chef, I’m used to being in control. This is
just another realm of taking charge.”
“That makes perfect sense why you’re so comfortable in a
dominant position. Well, our time is up. Congratulations on a successful
session and welcome to The Dungeon.”
Kendall had had enough for one evening. “Thanks for the
lesson. I’ve learned a lot tonight.”
“You’re welcome.”
That night when Kendall climbed into bed, she couldn’t help
thinking about how turned-on she’d become from dominating the sub. Even though
there had been no sex involved, she’d enjoyed the sensation of having someone
at her command. She looked forward to returning to the club and acting out her
newfound fetish.