Chapter 1 - Emily

For the first time in my life, I was pushing myself out of my comfort zone. My heart was beating like crazy, both from excitement and nervousness. I was on my own, having told no one about this, and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing as I stared ahead of me.

The door in front of me looked dark and ominous, but I knew exactly what was behind it-hot and delicious danger.

My skin was clammy under the coat, the only outward sign of my nerves. I stood straight and proud, but on the inside, I was a wreck.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. It wasn't too late to turn around; I hadn't entered yet. But I knew I wouldn't. This was something I had wanted to do for a long time.

Having lived my whole life in a little town in Greenport, NY, I hadn't had the opportunity to do this until now. Well, that might not be entirely accurate. I moved to New York two years ago, as a transfer student, but it was only now that I had worked up the nerve to come here.

Most of the time, I was a pussy. I could admit to that much. I had never been the go-getter, do-what-I-want, fuck-everyone's-opinion, and fuck-the-consequences kind of girl. The never-stand-out, calm-and-quiet, never-push-myself kind of girl? Yeah, that was definitely more me.

Right now, though, I was saying "FUCK IT" in big block letters, and I was proud of it.

The bouncers looked at me, no doubt wondering if I was going to go in or not. Probably time to move my ass along, I had been standing here for far too long.

As I stepped forward, one of the men stopped me with his hand. "ID."

I took out my student ID, making sure to give it to him with a steady hand. I didn't want them to find out how nervous I was.

A minute later, he gave me the card back. "Did you follow the dress code?" he asked.

"Yes, I did." It had been tough to decide what to wear, but at the last minute I found an outfit I'd gotten as a gag present from a friend. She probably didn't envision me using it for this purpose.

"I need to confirm it," the bouncer said, nodding at my body covered in a long coat.

Fuck, I wasn't prepared to let go of my cover so soon.

With my shoulders poised, I unbuttoned my coat, slowly revealing the black lingerie underneath until it was all out in the open. The corset was tight, like a second skin, showcasing my hourglass figure with respectively large breasts and ass, and a smaller waist. A garter belt pulled the attention to my slightly big thighs. And the open toes stilettos made my legs look longer, more sensuous.

The men were polite, only taking a quick look before turning to open the door for me. I didn't know if I was disappointed or not when I walked away from them. Wasn't I pretty enough for a second look? But then again, I was sure they were used to seeing girls' bodies and it was a part of their job not to freak out both current and possible members.

It felt forbidden to cross the threshold into the club, as if I was entering an entire new world, and in a sense, I was.

I could hear the slow beat of music-seductive and provocative-over the murmur of people talking. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but still, I didn't let it show. I am a confident, sexy woman who takes control over my desires. If I told myself that enough times, maybe I would begin to believe it.

Since I first started my sexual awakening, I had been timid and unsure, and definitely not confident. More like an awkward girl who didn't know what to do. With zero boyfriends, and only drunk hookups, I struggled with being comfortable to let go enough to enjoy myself.

Now was my time to seek out what I found thrilling, and something I had fantasized about from the time I knew I wanted something more than vanilla sex. Which was why I now found myself at a BDSM dungeon. Even with the tension, I still felt tingles of excitement.

My curiosity overruled any nervousness I might have had.

"Welcome to Desire's Den," a gorgeous brunette with a tall, slim figure said from behind a desk just by the entrance.

"Hi, I heard you had an open house today?" I asked, mentally cursing my shaky voice.

She looked me up and down, and judgment was clear in her eyes. "Yeah, we do. I'll take that jacket from you and show you to one of the hosts for tonight. He or she will show you around and answer any questions you might have. Oh, and I'll need your phone as well. We value our members privacy, and don't accept photos or videos being taken. This is just a safety precaution."

I let go of my safety cover reluctantly, suddenly feeling naked standing in only underwear and heels. Goosebumps appeared along my body from the abrupt chill. I had an urge to put my hands over my breasts, even though I wasn't actually showing anything, and needed to physically force my hands to stay by my sides.

The woman turned towards me as soon as she finished hanging up my coat. "Okay then, follow me."

She led me down the stairs and through a corridor. The music grew louder with each step I took, and with it, my heart raced even faster.

I was really doing this, I thought as I followed the brunette beauty. I couldn't believe it, it felt like a dream. My heels clicked to the rhythm of my steps; it was the only sound I made.

The corridor wasn't that long, and it was sparse of any furniture, although it did have some intriguing photos on the wall. At the end of the hall was another door, this one made of the same dark oak as the one to the entrance. As the woman knocked once, twice, thrice, I had to lock my knees to keep them from shaking.

This Is it, the first time I would see with my own eyes a real dungeon.

Chapter 2 - Emily

Someone opened the door from the other side, and with a few extra steps, I was inside.

Following the receptionist, or whatever she was-welcoming committee?-further in, we walked towards another woman standing off to the side, talking to a man. This woman was older, with leather everything. Thigh high boots, in leather. A body suit, in leather. Gloves, in what also looked like leather.

"Mistress Claire, I have a new one. Would you show her around and inform her on how we do it here?" The brunette spoke with respect, but as she turned to look at me, her eyes once again showed signs of judgment.

Why? What could possibly judge me off? It couldn't be because I was considering joining, not with her working here. That would've been double standard.

"Of course, Jennifer. I'll take good care of her." Claire, or Mistress Claire, looked at me with warmth, the complete opposite Jennifer had. It immediately put me at ease, or at least, a little.

Jennifer gave Claire a nod before moving back to the door, and out of sight.

"Hello dear, what's your name?" Claire asked, the man I had seen her talking to was long gone.

"Emily, Mistress?" I didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but I was unsure as to how to refer to her as.

"Mistress is completely fine," She chuckled. "Is it your first time at a BDSM club?"

"Yes, I'd always wanted to try, but I've been gathering up the courage," I admitted as I looked around, taking in all I could see from here-not wanting to miss a single thing.

"Completely understandable to be nervous your first time, everyone is. It can be a frightening thing to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. Some come with their friends or partner, which helps them explore while also having someone to 'hold their hand' so to speak." She started walking, and I went with her.

"I don't... I'm not really open about my sexual desires with my friends, and I don't have a partner." The den was dimly lit with a reddish glow, I could still see everything clearly, but it made the setting more... sensual, as if it offered a sense of privacy in the midst of a crowd. I could hear Claire speak, without the music drowning out her voice.

As I took in the view, I couldn't help but feel giddy. The nervousness was temporarily forgotten. We went by someone in the middle of a play, with people standing around to watch. A man hung from a cross, like many I had read about, while a woman circled him with a whip. I could hear the smack as she hit him, and his groans of either pleasure or pain, but probably both. He was completely naked, and from where I stood, I could see red marks on different parts of him.

"It's called a scene. Those are two of our frequent members, they love the cross. As you can see by the marks on him, there's places she won't hit. Kidneys, among other things, because it can bruise them. You never want to have a dom who doesn't know his stuff, or he or she could cause you serious hurt." I must have stopped walking, because she had to backtrack a little as she explained what was going on.

I tried not to stare at the scene in front of me, but I couldn't help but look. It was pornographic, and interesting to see. I couldn't help but feel aroused at the show they were putting on for the silent watchers.

"I forgot to ask, are you a dom or a sub, or maybe a sex slave?" Claire asked as I motioned for us to continue our walk.

"Definitely not a sex slave," I gasped, unprepared for the mention of being a slave. "I'm a sub, at least, that's what attracted me when it comes to BDSM. I want someone to take control of me in bed. Only in bed." My eyes scanned the room, wanting to see everything at once.

Claire chuckled as she led me to another section. This one had a woman on a pedestal, her hands and feet hogtied, with the rope attached to the ceiling. She was completely naked, except for a blindfold over her eyes. It was weird to see another woman in the nude in real life, but not as weird as I thought it would be. I couldn't help but envision myself in her position, tied up and helpless while the man could do whatever he wanted to me. I could feel slick wetness seeping from my Intimate area, soaking my panties as I continued watching. The scene was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, not even my favorite porn could measure to seeing the real thing.

I was jealous as the dom by her side used a feather to stroke her inner thighs. Her stomach clenched from the sensations. Fuck. I wanted to feel what she felt, to do what she did. I wanted to be her.

This was why I was here, to experience it for myself. And I hoped I didn't have to wait long until I could participate in this kind of delicious kink.

"There's nothing wrong with being a sex slave, but it's not for everyone. I wouldn't advise anyone new to the community to try it out right away. Start with something less... intense. Ease yourself into it." She nodded towards the scene in front of us. "New beginners might see this as something easy to start with, but it isn't always so. It takes a lot to let someone tie you up and place a blindfold on you. You have to trust your dom and know he or she would do what you could handle and nothing more. It can take a while to build up that trust. Right now, he's teasing her senses. A stroke of a feather can be felt more clearly when your sight is taken away. The same can be said for taste. You don't know what to expect, so your body is more attuned to that feeling or taste," She explained. I could understand what she meant, and I found the thought thrilling; I wanted to try that out.

God, there were so many things I wanted to try out. I couldn't wait to start.

"Whenever You're ready, I'll show you where we have the bar. I remember how exciting it was the first few times I watched scenes, so we didn't have to hurry." see that she meant it and would happily let me watch a while longer, butI didn't mind going. I could always come back if I wanted to see some more, andI had a feeling I would come back. I wanted to see more. More of everything.

Chapter 3 - Emily

"It's fine, we can continue." I gave her a grateful smile, happy about how understanding she was. She made me feel welcome.

"Alright. Where were we? Oh yes. Not every scene is staged here. As you can see, we have several doors that lead to rooms, both private for those who don't wish for anyone to watch them and others for members who want to watch. We also have private viewing rooms, where you can see a scene undisturbed behind a one-way mirror. No one will be able to see you, but you can see them." It was a lot to take in; I almost felt dizzy from the amount of information I was getting.

I didn't know much about Desire's den, only that it was exclusive and that they didn't have much information made public. The website had also mentioned that it was a cross between a dungeon and a sex club, seeing as public sex was permitted there, while a dungeon normally didn't allow it. I honestly didn't know why I chose this club when there were many others available in New York, but the anonymity of DD drew me in.

"Here's the bar. We have another one upstairs, but it's only for VIP members," Claire explained further. I had noticed that dark oak was a recurrence at this place. First, with the doors, and now with the bar. It was perfect for the sensual setting. As we stepped closer to the bar, I saw padded benches in the same type of oak.

Claire held out a hand, showcasing this side of the building. "This is one of the sitting areas. I'll show you the other in a minute. If you want to socialize with other members, this is the perfect place to do so. It's a great way to get to know others in this community."

There were several people here as well, some in groups and others with just two. Even if I was as prepared as I could be on what to expect at the club, it still shocked me when I saw a woman sitting on the floor with a collar. A leash was attached to it, which another woman sitting on a bench held. She sometimes tugged at the leash, but I didn't know what that meant.

"We have several rules in place here at Desire's Den to assure the safety of our members. A two-drink only rule is one of them. Drunk equals mistakes, and we can't allow that to happen. If anyone disregards our rules, they are kicked out at once. There's no second chance."

I nodded along as Claire filled me in on how their club worked. I could understand where they were coming from, and it made me feel protected if I ever decided to choose this club, which didn't look that improbable.

She moved through the bar and further in; towards a door I hadn't noticed. "In here is another sitting area. This is used for aftercare when doms take care of their subs after a scene. If you're ever in here, you don't interact with anyone besides your Dom. It's important to be quiet so the Subs can be brought down gently after a scene." I'd read about that, the aftercare. It seemed to be a vital part of BDSM and one that intrigued me. I wondered how it felt to be taken care of like that.

Claire didn't go in but instead showed me the door before turning around again. "We don't need to go in there; you'll see it if you decide to become a member."

Through the entire tour, I'd been so engaged that I had forgotten about my own state of nakedness. When we sat down on one of the bar stools, I jumped a little at the feel of the slightly cold leather against my bare thighs. While a huge part of me felt self-conscious when I got reminded of my lack of clothing, another part of me felt freeing. There was something that could be said about owning and accepting the body you were born with.

Looking around from this new advantage point, I could see most of the floor. On my right side, across from me, were the sections with the different scenes. It was six in total; four I hadn't even seen when Claire showed me around. A little away from the sections were the doors, which I hoped I could explore sometime. I saw the stairs going to the upper level, with a man at the bottom, presumably making sure only VIPs got up.

I could feel eyes on me, and when I turned, I saw the man behind the bar sizing me up. He was classically handsome, with short blond hair and blue eyes. I blushed as I looked away. The man wasn't my type, but he still looked good.

"Want a drink? This one's on me," Claire smiled, tapping her hand leisurely on the bar top.

"I would love one," I accepted, smiling warmly back. I really liked this woman.

"Chris," She turned to the man serving the bar. "Could we get a gin for me and...?" She looked quizzically at me.

"Scotch on the rocks, please."

"And scotch on the rocks for this pretty lady?" Claire finished our order.

Chris walked up to us, stopping close by me. "Of course. But first, who's this?" he asked Claire while he looked at me so attentively it made my heart beat a little faster.

"Chris, this is Emily. Emily, this is Sir Chris, although he only wishes to be called sir by his submissive."

"A pleasure to meet you, Emily. I hope you like what you see?" His voice was slightly deep, with just enough of a bass to make my pussy clench.

After everything I'd seen today, I was beyond horny, and I was desperate for relief. My body apparently wasn't as picky as my mind was.

See? Oh, he probably meant the club.

"Yes, very much," I answered politely. He seemed pleased by my answer and went on to make our drinks.

"Really?" Claire said as he left, lifting her brow at me, looking surprised. "I took you more as a Margarita kind of girl."

I laughed. "The first time I ordered a drink at a bar, scotch on the rocks was the only drink I knew. It was my dad's go-to, and it also became mine." Truth be told, I usually struggled in social settings. At first, I didn't like the taste of Scotch, but it was the only thing I felt comfortable ordering. I would've just stumbled over the names of other drinks if I ordered them, so I didn't. With time, it became my favorite as well.

"To each their own, I guess. So, now that I have shown you what we have to offer, do you have any questions?"

If I had questions? I was nearly exploding with them. "You mentioned rules. I would like to know what they are."

"Well, we always give out a list to all of our new members. But yes, we have several in place to protect both the dominants and the submissive. I've told you about the drinking and the aftercare. We also do not allow anyone to touch another person without consent. Consent is our law; we live it and breathe it. You also don't touch anyone's toys without permission. Always negotiate your role before you enter a scene. Safewords are non-negotiable; every submissive needs to have one. Don't interrupt any scenes you're not a part of. Follow the dress code, which I see you have no problem with. By the way, I love your outfit. It's very sexy."

At that, I blushed. I'd never been comfortable in my own body. Whenever I had sex, the lights were turned off. I wanted to shed that and learn to love it. I hoped coming here today, walking around with little to cover my body with, would help with that.

"Thanks, I was a little unsure if this was okay," I admitted. The invitation on the kink site I visited only said something sexy and black. Lingerie was suggested, though, among other things, like leather.

"Nonsense, you nailed it. Trust me, I saw at least ten people eying you as soon as you stepped into the room."

Wow, I didn't know that. I'd been too nervous to notice.

"Back to the rules. You are only allowed to do acts of play and nudity in the assigned areas. There are a few others, but you don't need to know them now."

"That sounds reasonable. What about..." I trailed off as something caught my eye. At the upper level, by the railing, stood three men, all dressed in suits. I couldn't see them clearly, but that didn't keep me from staring. They were tall, with muscular bodies hidden beneath the well-fitted suits­-that much, at least, I could see. Two of them had dark hair, somewhat short in length, while the third had shoulder-length light brown, maybe blond hair.

There was something about these men... this aura around them that stole my attention. When I looked around the room, I saw several others gawk at the men as well.

Evenfrom so far away, I could feel their power. These men were not to be trifled with.

Chapter 4 - Emily

"They're not for you," Claire commented.

I wrenched my gaze from the men, looking guiltily at the glass which Chris had placed in front of us. Had I been that obvious in staring at them? "What?" I murmured, embarrassed about being caught.

"Them." Claire nodded in their direction. "They're not for you. They don't seek a... submissive."

Scrunching my brows, unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean? Are they looking for dominants?" That couldn't be true, not from the immense authority they each expelled.

"No. They're looking for a slave," She answered casually as if she was talking about the weather.

Wanting someone to dominate you, I could understand, but wanting a master? Having someone to control you not just in the bedroom, but everywhere? At all times? That, I couldn't envision anyone wanting. But clearly, someone did want that; it just wasn't me.

"There's no point in speculating, either way, they're the most goddamned pickiest men I've ever met. They've tried finding one for years, but none is good enough for them. Ahh, I wish they were regular dominants." Claire waved her hand in front of her face as if she was warm. "Even I would consider joining the ranks of the submissive if it meant having them ordering me. Damn, they're fine."

I kept listening until I wasn't. My mind stuck on two words, finding one. Did that mean one for each of them or one for them to share? If I weren't wet already, I would be soaked now. Just the thought of what not one, but three men could do to me... I was almost about to ask Claire to clarify, but I kept my mouth shut. As she said, they weren't for me. I wasn't looking for masters, and they weren't looking for a submissive.

"Anyways, was there anything else on your mind?" Claire's question forced me out of my thoughts and into the here and now.

"Yeah." I sorted through my mind, trying to remember everything I wondered about, but came up short. I'd had so many questions but couldn't recall any but one. "At the website where I found your invitation to your open house, I didn't see much information. Could you tell me more about the club in general?"

"That's correct. We don't have much information out there for the public. Let's see-We're a very exclusive club, and not everyone who can afford the membership will be accepted. Truth be told, our members expect the best, and we offer it to them. One part of that is beautiful people. You won't see someone here who's not... above average, to put it mildly." At the mention of beautiful people, I realized she was right. I hadn't seen someone unattractive, not one. When I took in the news, it made me uncomfortable. Maybe this wasn't the place for me after all... I've never seen myself as "above average" when the lights are off while having sex.

And then, I registered everything she had said. Afford the membership. Fuck. As I looked around once again, I saw what I hadn't seen before. This place was dripping in money, from the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling to the bar's liquor. There weren't any top shelves because they all cost insane amount of money; I should know, I was a bartender after all. Thank God Claire said she would pay for mine, or else I would eat noodles for the rest of college.

"How much does it cost?" I had to force the question out, not really wanting to hear the answer. I knew it was way beyond my paygrade.

"Jennifer didn't tell you? The front desk should always disclose the price before allowing them inside."

I just shook my head, heart pounding as I waited.

"It's forty thousand a month for regular membership and seventy-five for VIP membership."

The only thing I heard was forty thousand, and then I blacked out momentarily. Shit, no way could I ever afford that. Suddenly dizzy, I was glad I already sat down; if not, I would probably have ended up on the floor.

"Oh, that's... yeah. I should go." I felt embarrassed as I slowly raised up from my stool after I'd regained my strength.

I couldn't believe I even went to this club, thinking I could just join. Of course, they would be expensive, what did I really think, coming here? These people were several leagues ahead of me, and I would never be at their level. And I hated it, knowing how this place worked, so perfect for me... all the other affordable clubs, preferably free, would never amount up to Desire's den.

"Is something wrong?" Claire looked at me with confusion.

"I can't-" I shook my head once again, feeling stupid. "I can't afford it," I whispered.

Claire's eyes dimmed with sudden understanding. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely. She must've realized how much this place meant for me, and before I could even enjoy it, it was ripped away, leaving me standing on the side watching my dream disappear.

Because this was my dream. A sexual one, but a dream, nevertheless. I had a craving so deep, it was etched in my bones, and now when I found the perfect place... fuck.

"Thank you, Mistress, for showing me around." My voice shook slightly. All I wanted was to get out of here.

"I hope you find what you're looking for, Emily."

I Left the same way I came in, back straight and staring proudly ahead. But on the inside, I was embarrassed and ashamed.