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She didn't speak more than a few, quiet words. She didn't have to. As a female dominatrix, her power was in what she didn't say, as much as in what she did say. For instance, when she ordered George into his seat, or instructed Julia to stand and place her arms above her head, they did so without even thinking to question her. That was the silent power she wielded. There was no going against her wishes; that was clear from the start.

It was all part of the fantasy.

George and Julia had chosen Domina—as she preferred to be called—because of her exotic, mysterious aura. The professional dominatrix was tall, with long dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail that looked painfully plastered to her head. She was wearing a skintight suit made from shiny black leather that also appeared plastered to her body. Her lips were painted dark, her eyes a shadowy reflection of the room where she worked—her dungeon. Which, let's be clear, was hers, and hers alone. The dark, confined space was her underground lair, complete with a steel cage and a series of metal hooks and chains she could configure however she chose in order to position her clients just as she needed them in order to inflict the perfect amount of pleasure… or pain.

Domina sat down on the top of the cage and slipped on her four-inch red stilettos. Her face was hidden under an ornate black mask. Her role in the outside world was forgotten. She could've been anyone. An influencer. A doctor. A professional chef. In here, her dungeon, she was simply known as Domina.

No other title was needed.

Domina descended from the cage and approached her new couple. George and Julia sat on two tall chairs in complete silence, watching her. Domina ran her hands down her body as she walked slowly back and forth in front of the couple, the sound of her spiked heels echoing on the cold cement floor, the only audible noise breaking the silence. She smiled.

She had George and Julia right where she wanted them. Quiet. Obedient. Ready to do her bidding.

Domina circled her prey, taking her time. Time, in fact, seemed to slow in her dungeon. There were no clocks. No windows. No way to know if the entire world outside the dungeon's only door had disappeared. It was just the three of them, trapped inside, and only one of them was in charge.

Domina paused before her new playthings, wondering with whom she would begin. Her eyes moved back and forth between the beautiful Julia, dressed in a tight red dress, thigh-high nylons and high heels, and her companion George, in a dark shirt and pants. Domina turned the couple toward each other, pushing their faces together, encouraging them to kiss. Their lips met. Their tongues prodded one another. Domina could tell they were deeply connected. She could sense their passion for each other, which excited her even more, knowing what was to come next.

She eyed George's hand as he moved it to Julia's thigh, holding her and comforting her. She knew it was his way of reassuring her that everything was going to be okay.

Domina allowed it, for now.

Domina stared at Julia for a long time, then moved to George. Gently she trailed her fingers over his firm, handsome cheeks and cupped his chin, then ran her hand down the front of George's chest. Yes, she would start with him… she would make Julia sit and watch what she could do to George, how deeply she could arouse him with just a simple touch… she would make Julia wait, and wonder just what she was going to do to her when it was her turn.

Because soon, it would be her turn… there was no escaping her dungeon.

That was just how Domina liked it.

Julia

Julia watched carefully as Domina approached George. She exhaled slowly, calming her slight tremble. She reminded herself there was one way out, if needed: a safe word. They had agreed upon a word before they started. It was part of all BDSM sessions. If things grew too tense, Domina would stop immediately. Julia didn't think she would have to use their safe word, but it calmed her, knowing she had at least that little bit of control.

It wasn't like Fifty Shades. There were no contracts to sign, no formal agreements approved by a team of lawyers. As lovely as those films were in introducing the world of BDSM to a mainstream audience—think, suburban moms with a vivid imagination, the true experience of BDSM, or Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, had little to do with simply dominating a woman for a man's pleasure… that was only part of it. The true experience came from giving up your sense of boundaries.

George and Julia had been looking to explore the vast world of BDSM for some time. They'd roleplayed in the bedroom, each taking turns blindfolding the other and using a variety of sex toys as new avenues of pleasure in their lovemaking. Julia particularly enjoyed being dominated by George when she was blindfolded, relishing in the sensation of him using a whip on her bottom, or feeling the light sting of a flogger as he feathered it over her clit or lips of her vulva. The orgasms she experienced from his teasing were unlike anything she had experienced before. She opened up in a way she never believed she could, allowing her body to be taken and ravished by someone she loved and trusted with all her heart.

That, of course, was the problem. Julia loved George, and trusted him implicitly. When you love someone that much, it's nearly impossible to separate the feeling of pure lust from the emotional connection. That was why they chose to experience the thrill of submitting to someone new… someone they could trust, no doubt, but someone who was only there to provide pleasure, and demand nothing in return… aside, of course, from their complete submission.

That was their fantasy.

To be dominated by someone who knew how to command them, and make them do whatever they wanted.

That was why they chose to go to a dungeon. That was why they chose Domina. For dominatrix sex.

Julia's eyes remained transfixed on Domina as she grazed her hands down the front of George's chest, and over his stomach. Domina unbuttoned George's shirt and danced her fingertips over his bare torso. Julia thought she might've felt a tinge of jealousy watching another woman touch her lover in such a manner, yet instead, she could feel the heat between her legs, which had started the moment they descended the dungeon steps, growing. She held her breath, waiting to see if Domina was going to move her hand lower to George's crotch, but Domina held off… for now.

Julia stared at George. She could already see the change that had come over him. His breathing was shallow. His face was flush with desire. All that he had experienced was having his body lightly caressed by Domina, but that was all that was needed. The power Domina held over the couple was all-pervading. They were hers now… her captives.

Like a spider who had spun her web, Domina had lured George and Julia into her lair, and there was no escape. Domina turned to face Julia. The foreboding dungeon felt like it grew ten degrees colder. Julia's breath quickened. She wet her dry lips.

It was her turn.

~

Upon the cold, stone walls hung instruments of all varieties… floggers… whips… ropes… dildos… nipple clamps… a perfect display of sexual pervasions that immediately caught the eye of anyone who entered her dungeon. Domina ran her hands over several of her toys, considering which she might use for her new clients. The choice was always part of the fun.

She selected a long black whip. As was her custom, she purposely displayed the implement before the couple, allowing them to understand the true power it held. She was merely the conduit, but she did her job well. She slapped the whip lightly a few times across the front of Julia's red dress, then ran it over George's face. Neither of them moved. That was good.

Next, Domina selected a long crop. She touched the tip of it to Julia's lips. Domina caught the slight fear in her eyes. She smiled to herself. She slid the crop down Julia's neck, over her breasts, and lightly circled her nipples, noting they were already hard. She moved back to George and traced the end of the crop over his face. Next, came a feather. She teased it between Julia's breasts, then over George's face, a soft precursor to her favourite toy of all: her black paddle. Simple, effective, and the paddle possessed one of her favourite qualities—it was loud. Domina slapped it several times in her hand, watching in satisfaction as Julia jumped slightly back. She moved the paddle over Julia's nipple, stimulating it lightly, then swatted the sides of her breasts a few times. Julia's breath quickened. Domina smiled again. This was going to be fun.

Domina lowered the paddle between Julia's legs and slapped it lightly against her pussy. Julia gasped. Her face was already growing flush, her chest heaving up and down.

She would respond nicely, indeed.

It was time to take things to the next level.

~

Domina beckoned for both of her subjects to stand before her, and they did. Julia's dress was pushed to the side, exposing her bare breasts to the cold air of the dungeon. Her nipples were hard as stones. Domina selected another of her favourite toys, a set of small clamps, and placed one on each of Julia's protruding nipples. Julia winced lightly. Domina knew the clamps could be painful, but she also knew the pleasure they could provide, if used correctly.

Slowly she tugged on the chain, raising it and letting it fall until it hit Julia's belly, the weight of the chain tugging on Julia's nipples. Julia let out another gasp. Domina smiled. She suspected the clamps were new to Julia and George. Carefully she moved George in front of Julia, allowing him to pull on the chain as she had. Julia's arms remained by her side, allowing her lover to do as he wished.

Except he wasn't doing as Domina wished.

George's touch was too careful, too soft. His concern for Julia's comfort was noble, but that was not why the couple had hired her. That was not why they were here, in her dungeon. They were here to experience everything the power of submission could show them. She would help them do just that.

~

Julia felt George's hands on her shoulders, not quite pinning her back, but holding her firmly. In front of her, Domina dragged her long nails down the front of her dress, pulling it open as she did so. The clamps on her nipples were new to her. She and George had never tried them. The sensation was strange at first, but she didn't experience any pain… until Domina pulled on the chain.

Julia gasped. Her nipples felt like they had been flicked mercilessly. She realised she now longed for George's hands caressing her. She longed for his tender touch on her skin, his fingers lovingly running over her breasts. Now it was just the torture that she felt.

She closed her eyes. "Just breathe," she reminded herself. "Just breathe."

Another taut pull on the chain. This time, she was ready. Along with the slight pain she felt a well of pleasure building inside her. Like someone was simultaneously sucking on her nipple and biting it at the same time.

"It's exquisite," she thought.

~

As George softly pulled on the chain connecting the nipple clamps between Julia's two breasts, Domina used just her fingernails to pinch the tip of Julia's nipple that extended beyond the clamp's rubber tip. The shock was easily seen on Julia's face. She pinched harder. Julia's nipples were elongated and swollen. Her chest was glistening with sweat. Domina moved George to the side, and tugged more firmly on the chains. Julia's knees began to waver. Still, she didn't allow more than a small gasp to escape her lips. Domina watched Julia carefully for any signs of giving in. She had to admit, Julia was performing quite well as a submissive.

Domina dragged her nails down over the tops of Julia's breasts, tendrils of torment in their own right. She untied the top of Julia's dress and slid the sheer red fabric back and forth over the tender nubs, caressing her breasts.

Pain, with pleasure… that was the key.

Domina caught Julia's stare. Her eyes were determined, her breath more confident. Domina knew that look. It was the look of someone who thinks they won a victory. Domina smiled slowly. She would allow Julia to think just that. Because being overly confident was the fastest way to stumble.

And stumble, she would.

No one could be the perfect submissive on their first visit to the dungeon.

Domina removed the clamps, and pushed Julia to her knees. It was time for her next lesson.

~

They undressed her slowly. George and Domina worked together, peeling Julia's dress down her gorgeous body. Domina knelt behind her, unhooked her garter, and ran her fingers over the soft skin of her bottom. With each touch, Julia's knees grew more unsteady, the heat between her legs washing over her. George moved behind her and cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them firmly in his powerful hands—more firmly than before. Was he already growing stronger from the power of the dungeon? Was Julia now going to be forced to submit to not just Domina, but to George?

It seemed so.

Domina stood. She walked over to her wall of toys and retrieved a length of rope, then turned back to Julia. Without a word, Julia lowered her arms behind her back. She knew what was being asked of her.

The pounding of Julia's heart was nearly audible as Domina wove the rope around her soft skin, binding Julia's wrists together behind her back. Domina took her time, making sure the ropes were properly secured while George caressed Julia's body. His hands moved over her hips, her belly, and between her legs. She longed to lean forward and press her lips to his, to taste his familiar kiss, but she remained motionless.

Captive.

George moved his hands back over Julia's breasts, caressing her swollen nipples. Julia shuddered, but maintained her silence. Julia knew if Domina chose to stimulate her nipples now, it would be far more intense after being in the clamps. For now, Domina only focused on binding her. She brought the rope around Julia's chest, then looped it around her back, making a crisscross pattern between Julia's breasts. Domina cinched the rope tighter until Julia's breasts were taut and firm. Now, the ropes were finally in place. Julia's arms were bound tightly behind her back, her breasts fully encased by the ropes. She could not escape. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

Julia looked at George, watching her from a few feet away. The man she trusted with all her heart was her only sense of comfort in the dimly lit underground dungeon. He made no effort to smile, or reassure her. He stood watching as Domina tested the bonds once again, making certain they were secure. Julia couldn't move so much as an inch. Attempting to escape was futile.

Except she didn't want to escape.

She wanted to be touched. She wanted to be tormented, and teased, and pleasured beyond belief. She wanted dominatrix sex. Her body yearned for it. This is what they had come here to experience, and she was ready… or so she believed.

~

Julia's eyes trailed over the array of whips, paddles, and toys on the wall. Before they entered the dungeon, they had briefly discussed which of the elements of pleasure would be used in their session, but she had forgotten everything they had talked about. "Whatever you think is best," she had replied. Now, she wished she had been a bit more specific. Some of the whips… they looked like they could make a grown man cry.

She was certain they could, in fact.

That was what it was all about, wasn't it? The idea that any toy or whip or paddle could be used for pleasure, or for pain… that was the unknowing… the very concept of BDSM that she longed to experience. With George, Julia knew he would never paddle her or spank her harder than she could take. She truly had no idea what Domina was capable of doing. She had no idea what sort of pain she was capable of administering… or equally as formidable—what type of pleasure. Julia could be teased and tormented and denied her orgasm for hours, if Domina so chose. Julia didn't think that was the case, but just as with the toys, it was the idea that it could happen that kept her pulse racing.

It was exhilarating.

And they hadn't even begun.

Another rope was placed around Julia's arms above the elbows. This one was tighter, and wrapped around her arms several times. Domina brought the rope over the top of her shoulders, forming a harness. George continued to caress her hips and stomach, then pushed his fingers between her wet lips, rubbing her pussy.

Julia was dripping with anticipation. She ached for the release of an orgasm, but knew it was not to be… not for a long time.

George's touch grew more forceful. He slapped the lips of Julia's pussy with his bare hand. She shuddered. Her clit was burning. She longed for George to bury his cock inside her, but that was off limits, for now. Julia was realising the true power of BDSM… craving a release so intensely, yet being denied that avenue of pleasure. That was why the moment Domina slipped a strapon dildo over her leather suit and placed it in a harness, Julia resolved to do anything that was asked of her. She knew she would be required to suck on the dildo as if it were a real cock. She would. She would suck on anything placed between her lips in the hopes of pleasing her mistress in order that she might be allowed any sort of release. The agony of her arousal was too much to bear. That, was the true torture.

Domina secured the dildo in place then quietly gave the command.

"Kneel."

Julia lowered to her knees. The strapon was thrust in front of her face. She opened her mouth and began to suck on it. Lightly, at first, then she felt George's hands on her neck and the back of her shoulders, pushing her down onto the rubber cock. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wider, shutting off one sense for the other. She tasted the dildo, swirling her tongue around its cold hard tip and teasing her mouth all around it as if she were really giving pleasure to Domina. Except she longed for the texture of George's cock, and to taste his warm, hard flesh between her lips.

This time, she wasn't denied her wish.

Domina released her and unzipped George's trousers. She worked his cock out, and Julia took him in her mouth. It was not the tender sucking of foreplay. It was not softly licking and caressing her lover's cock with her lips and tongue in preparation of him entering her. Domina pushed her head down, holding Julia hostage in front of George. Julia understood. She was to pleasure her lover's cock without stopping, for as long as her Domina wished.

George remained motionless, his body flexed, his muscles taut as Julia wrapped her lips around his shaft. She sucked him as deeply as she could down her throat. She gagged, and kept going, lavishing his tight balls with her tongue, staring up at him in what she hoped was the perfect submissive look. Domina moved her head back to her dildo. Julia didn't stop sucking. Up and down, her lips moved, consuming the fake cock, then back to George's real cock. Whenever she tried to catch her breath, Domina's hand was on her, pushing her back down. She was their plaything. Her mouth was merely an orifice of pleasure… and her only job was to pleasure her masters.

She was learning to be a true submissive.

Domina stroked George's cock, then fed his full length to Julia. She pushed Julia's head down until every inch of George's thick shaft was buried between her lips. Julia gagged. She had never given head in this manner. She had never dreamed she was capable of pleasuring her lover so completely. Yet, she was beginning to understand she had held this power all along. When she dared a gaze into her captors' eyes, she understood. Domina didn't respond, but George did. Julia could see the lust, and the pleasure she was providing him. It was intoxicating, knowing she was capable of giving such pleasure with nothing but her tongue and lips, unable to even touch his body with her arms tied behind her back.

Just as Julia was losing herself in her newfound confidence, Domina pulled away. Julia's eyes flicked upward, following the rattling from the chains dangling high above them. Her breath vanished.

The chains were being lowered.

There was so much more to come.

To be continued…