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“The Dom pays high dollar for a sex slave for a month, and the Sub gets to live out her fantasy of being dominated. Sometimes, they might even forge a relationship outside of the club’s perimeters if they decide they like each other enough, like what happened with me and Bruce.”
Years after my traumatic experience, I’d grown up with the desire to be dominated. Which is ironic, because my uncle was never harsh or rough. He held me down, but then I gave up. The things I need to get off are highly specific.
The rose color of the Submissive indicates her preferences, so please take note. Pink - Virgin Cream - Finding limits/BDSM virgin Yellow - Simple bondage D/s Black - Carte blanche Red - Pain is preferred S/M No flower - 24/7 power exchange
“You’re beautiful, Dahlia.” I turn to face the woman behind me. “These men know what real women look like.”
This guy sounds like he really wanted you. It’s been awhile since a chick commanded that kind of price.” She scowls. “I’m jealous.”
“Just remember to relax and enjoy yourself,” she advises. “A good Dom will make you feel safe in surrendering to him.”
I start to worry as she doesn’t say it. She doesn’t give me any indication that she’s close to her limit. She wants this, she’s enjoying the pleasure and pain blending into one, but I’m nearing my own limits. She isn’t a red girl. There was no indication that she preferred pain in the meeting or the pamphlet.
“I give you what you want, I respect your needs, I cherish them.”
Every time I fuck you until you can’t breathe, it’s because I know you need it.
“Sometimes family can do you worse than a person on the street would.”
There’s something bothering her though. It was obvious with the way she was hesitating last night. I don’t like it. I don’t like her keeping secrets from me.
I’m your Dom. I need to fix this so you can better serve me.
I sink into my chair, hating that I had to let her leave, but knowing I’ll have her back. She can’t leave me. I know she loves me. I fucking love her, too. I’ll give her whatever she wants. I just need her back.
“Fuck the contract! Just don’t leave me!” I stare deep into her eyes, feeling the emotions consuming me. I’m just as raw and vulnerable as she is. “I love you, Dahlia. I want you, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”
