Bdms Club Novels & Stories

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" My cock throbbed at his confession. "What if we did it again? Not with Marcus necessarily, but exploring that dynamic more. Me bringing in other elements, other people, other experiences while still maintaining complete control over you." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His breath hitched. "Like what?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Instead of answering, I pulled out my phone and showed him a website I'd been looking at earlier. "There's a private club about an hour from here. Very exclusive, very discreet. It caters to people in the lifestyle. BDSM, power exchange, exhibitionism."

’ He replied and his number two took a deep breath, ‘I don’t trust him and I took the liberty of doing some background checking, he doesn’t add up Caleb, something is very wrong about his practice. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he has rave reviews and you can only see him by word of mouth, he has some very exclusive clients. The trouble is I could not verify any of the testimonials given, every last one cited their right to privacy and refused to clarify. Not only that but some of the younger women he ‘treated’ have disappeared, and worse he has links to a notorious BDSM club. It takes the BDSM lifestyle to its furthest extremes, women are kept as virtual sex slaves, supposedly at their request. T

“Sorry, I’m Emmilia Marino.” The bouncer shook his head. “Sweetheart, half of the city is owned by the Luna family. I don’t know who you pissed off, but both Emmilia Vitore and Emmilia Marino have been blacklisted from half of the clubs in the city.” He took out his cell phone and flashed a picture of me that was from last years college yearbook. “Who told you to blacklist me?” I demanded. The bouncer sighed. “If you’re pissed, you probably already know. Now, run along home.”

I sign and she doesn't respond. My phone pings and I look down to see a message from Peter asking if I'll be at the club on Tuesday as him and Callum are doing a live show. Peter and Callum are the only people that I'd consider to be friends. Even then we don't see each other outside of the club. Peter is a doctor and Callum is a nurse at the same hospital so they're both very busy people. I text back to say maybe as mum finishes washing the dishes. "Are you texting a girl?" She asks and I roll my eyes. No mum I'm messaging a man into bdsm that I'll meet at a sex club to watch him fuck his boyfriend.

My fingers tightened around his. “You okay?” he asked quietly. “I think so,” I admitted. “This is just… a lot.” "Aaron and I co-own a BDSM club in the city. We usually have small displays like this when we go on cruises.” The words settled between us and my pulse skipped. I should be overwhelmed. I am. But beneath that—something else sparks. Desire.Anticipation.

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

Cruz groaned loudly, “you have got to be kidding me.” “What is it?” Sloane asked as she came back into the room with a cold cloth in her hand to put on Cruz’s neck. “The BDSM club Ladybird belongs to is owned by Bartoli.” Sloane and Halima both made faces as they exchanged confused glances, “what are you talking about?” “The BDSM club. She showed me her membership card.” “I’ve known Presley since I was a baby. She is not a member of a BDSM club.”

"BDSM? With young men? Is that what you meant by the underground club?" ******************************************************************

Club Viper. The name alone held a lot of power here in New York. I’d never been inside, but I’d heard whispers. It was more than just one of the most luxurious clubs in the city—it was infamous. Beneath the flashing lights, expensive liquor, and elite clientele, it carried a darker reputation. It had a secret that came wrapped in leather, chains, surrender and control. BDSM. It was a BDSM club. Why would Sebastian want to meet me here? The bass thumped in my chest as I walked toward the entrance. A tall man in a well ironed black suit blocked the doorway, posture rigid like a soldier.

How can I make her understand what is going on? Luckily or better to say to my surprise her friend steps in. " Honey it's BSDM, it's a play of dominance and submission. And yes there are extremes that hurt like a bitch, but the most times it's a hot prickling sensation that makes you wet and fucking horny! It's not as bad as it seems, trust me and besides the sex is better and more exiting that way" she explains with a wink. " You knew what this club is?" I ask Nancy.