CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys.
CHAPTER 1
Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.
I can do this. I can do this.
She still didn’t shut the engine off, the AC blowing cool air into her face. She knew when she stepped out that muggy July Florida night air would assault her and wilt every attempt she’d made to straighten her hair.
Why am I doing this?
She sat there, engine running.
Another car pulled up, parked, and the male driver shut it off. The man and a woman passenger got out. He wore jeans and a button-up shirt, the color of which she couldn’t accurately tell because of the orange tint from the sodium vapor security lights. They looked…
Normal.
The woman wore a plain black sundress. The man went to the trunk of the car, took out a small, black rolling suitcase, and they went inside.
She took a deep breath. They didn’t look like ax murderers. Not that she knew what an ax murderer looked like, but they probably didn’t go around toting black, rolling suitcases that weren’t large enough to conceal an ax.
Well, it could hold a hatchet.
“Argh! Listen to yourself! You fucking pussy.” That started her giggling.
She took another deep breath to suck up her courage. Then she shut off the car and got out. Ray Fisher said he would be here by nine, and that if he wasn’t here yet to wait in the lobby for him so she could get in.
She had no idea what to expect when she opened the door and stepped into the club’s lobby. Even though they had pictures on their website, it still didn’t feel real. Her? In a BDSM club?
Beats the hell out of meeting some grungy asshole in private, at least.
That was the one thing that forced her feet forward and carried her to the front desk where two women sat. She’d done that private meeting thing three times already, and that was more than enough. Sarah caught sight of the man and woman who’d just entered before her disappearing through another door into what she assumed was the club proper.
One of the women behind the front desk wore a black corset over jeans and had bright copper-red hair. She smiled at Sarah. “Hi! Can we help you?”
Sarah swallowed hard. “I’m supposed to meet Ray Fisher here tonight. Is he here yet?”
The other woman, who wore a nose ring and heavy black eyeliner along with her lacy black shirt, shook her head. “Not yet. He should be here any minute though.” She glanced at a clock on the wall. “He’s usually here by now. Never been here before, have you?”
“No, I’m new here. Can I sit here and wait for him?”
“Sure.” She slid a clipboard with a form on it across the counter. “Just fill this out for us, please. And we’ll need to see legal ID. You’ll have to fill this out regardless, so it’ll save you time when he gets here.”
Sarah took the clipboard and proffered pen and walked over to a folding chair out of the way.
Although the club had the form on their website, she still read through it to make sure it didn’t say anything different, or that she was doing something like signing away her life, or volunteering to donate an organ or something. No, it was still the same. Acknowledgement of the rules-no alcohol, no drugs, and no penetration being the top three-street-legal clothing beyond the dungeon, no touching anyone or anything without permission, and “no” meant “no” absolutely. Also, a privacy agreement not to reveal what she saw in the club without everyone’s permissions in the matter. Also, what appeared to be a standard insurance waiver.
She filled it out and returned it to the women at the desk, along with her Florida driver’s license. They made a copy of her license before returning it, entered her information into the computer, and then all Sarah could do was sit there and nervously wait and think about possibly bolting out of there.
Inside, she heard music, muffled by the walls. Walls which held merchandise for sale like paddles, collars, and things she’d never seen before but assumed they were used to inflict sadistic attention on a person.
Part of her grew even more nervous, but she knew her panties were slightly damp as well.
Dammit, I want this.
She’d been messaging back and forth with Ray Fisher for over two weeks through FetLife. com. She’d missed meeting him in person at a monthly munch in Tampa because she didn’t sign up for an account at the site until a couple of days after the event.
He seemed nice. Didn’t appear to be a predator. In fact, he’d encouraged her to ask around to other people in the local area to check him out. Which she did after she joined a few local groups on the site and contacted their leaders. No one had anything bad to say about him. He was well-known in the local community as a teacher and group leader.
That, more than anything, bolstered her confidence. The three assholes she’d met through CollarMe didn’t want her to talk to anyone else, and after just a few dates with each it was obvious they were looking for a fuckable doormat and not a submissive.
She was nobody’s doormat. Especially to some douchetard who slapped the label “Dominant” on themselves as an excuse to be an abusive asshole.
She didn’t even want a relationship so much as she wanted…
Relief.
Her itch scratched.
She could get herself off as much as she wanted with her vibrator or her
handheld showerhead, but it was pretty frakking hard to spank herself. ****
She nervously jumped when she heard the outer door open. “Oh, there he is,” the redhead said. “Ray, this lady is waiting for you.”
Sarah stood and turned to face him. He smiled, the expression reaching the depths of his hazel eyes. “Hi. Sarah?”
She nodded, but before she could respond, another man tried to step in around him. “Hey, dude, move it.”
Ray didn’t even look back. “Hold your horses, Oot.” Ray held out a hand to her. She realized that the other man was his partner. Ray had told her about him in their exchanges.
She shook with Ray. “Nice to meet you,” she said, then stepped out of the way so Ray could move.
Oot carried two bags. His black hair was obviously dyed, but looked good with his light blue eyes. He smiled at her. “Hiya! You must be Sarah.” He set one bag down so he could shake with her. “Nice to meet you. Master’s told me about you.”
“Thank you. Nice to meet you both.”
Oot picked the bag up again. “Let me go dump this stuff inside, and get the rest of our stuff. I’ll be right back.” He headed through the inner door, the music briefly sounding louder, then muffled again as the door swung shut behind him.
Ray walked over to the desk. “Did you take care of your paperwork yet?” he asked Sarah.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Did you already pay?”
She shook her head.
The redhead said to Ray, “You get one comped entrance fee tonight for
bringing in a newbie.”
He nodded and pulled out his wallet. “Then I’ll take care of her
entrance tonight.” He handed over a couple of bills.
“Oh, that’s okay,” Sarah said. “I don’t mind paying for myself.” She
rather preferred it. She didn’t want to feel indebted to him.
Ray shook his head. “We invited you here tonight. Had you not come, I
still would have been paying for two. Consider yours the freebie.”
Oot returned and headed for the outer door. “One more load and I’ll be
ready, Master.”
“Good. I’ll take Sarah inside and show her around.” He held out his
hand toward the inner door. “Since I’m your sponsor into the club tonight, I’m responsible for you. If you have any questions about anything, feel free to ask me.”
She nodded. “Right now, just one. Where’s the bathroom?” He smiled. “Right this way.”