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The Dungeon Masters [The Pleasure Club]
by Madison Layle

Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Natalie Simons is a woman who wants a taste of adventure, BDSM-style, and she hopes The Pleasure Club can provide the man to help her do just that. Little does she know that the club's answer to her most extreme sexual fantasies comes in the form of not one but two very dominant men. Once they have her naked, bound, and in their dungeon, she'll be vigorously tested to determine whether she's strong enough to handle the erotic demands placed on an obedient slave.
eBook Publisher: Cobblestone Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [44 KB]
Words: 8204
Reading time: 23-32 min.


Welcome to the Pleasure Club

Dear Ms. Simons,

We're pleased to welcome you to The Pleasure Club.

As you have already signed and returned the contract and filled out all the necessary forms to ensure you receive your every wish, we will be in touch with you shortly with the details of your first Pleasure Night. Your Wish List and Pleasure Forms have been turned over to our staff of highly trained Pleasure Guardians, and they are hard at work finding your perfect match.

We will endeavor to meet your personal fantasy.

When you are contacted again, you will be given a location where your Pleasure Night will begin, and you will also be given a safe word to use should you at any time become uncomfortable. There is no shame in changing your mind. We're here for your pleasure, and should your safe word be used, your match for the evening will cease all activity, and the game will be put on hold until a mutual agreement between you and your Pleasure Master can be reached.

Once again, welcome to The Pleasure Club.

Please feel free to contact the office at any time should you have any questions.

Yours truly,

The Pleasure Club Management

* * * *

Ms. Simons,

Your Pleasure Night will begin Friday the 27th, 8:00 PM in the dungeon of Montebello Castle Winery, located at 1800 Mangrove Lane

Your safe word is Control.

Sincerely,

The Pleasure Guardians

* * * *

A dungeon

With a worried frown, Natalie Simons squinted through the downpour that blasted her windshield and waged a ruthless war against her wipers, which were set to the fastest speed possible. Through the darkness and rain, she could just make out the outline of an imposing stone facade from where she sat in her parked car with its engine still running and headlights on high beam.

A real dungeon

She couldn't believe a place like this even existed in the States, but that castle was too large to be a hallucination. She remembered filling out the questionnaire about her fantasies and using terms like slave and dungeon, but that was because she'd run across those words on BDSM Web sites. She'd never actually been in a pleasure dungeon, much less a real one inside a life-sized castle.

A loud crack of thunder shook her car and startled a scream from her.

Had she made a mistake already? Was she in over her head? She nibbled on her bottom lip while she thought through her decision to join The Pleasure Club. It was supposed to be like that fictional Fantasy Island, only modernized for the online dating and match-making scene--the chance to have her most secret sexual fantasies become reality, for one night. If she was brave enough to go through with it.

Are those gargoyles up there?

Another bright bolt lit up the evening sky a split second before a thunderous boom shook the windows of her hatchback.

The butterflies in her gut swarmed in protest of the very idea of getting out of the car and approaching that mammoth stone structure.

From the semi-secure confines of her trusty jalopy, she dug through her purse for the last letter she received from the Pleasure Guardians and checked the address again.

She was in the right place and, judging from the vines she'd driven past to get this far, it was a winery. A well-maintained one, she told herself even as her mind played tricks on her from the dry shelter of her car's interior.

The thunderstorm, with its smoky clouds, flashy electric bolts, and rumbling roars, caused her to envision every B-rated horror flick ever made--in particular, the ones with vines that come alive to drag hapless victims toward their doom.

Nerves made her jittery as she put away the crumpled letter and recited her safe word over and over in her mind. Control. They'd chosen the perfect word for her. This was her way of taking control of her life...experiencing her fantasies in a safe manner. On her terms.

Dark nights and a bit of lightning wouldn't stop her from that goal. What kind of a wuss would she be if she never even got out of the car and met the man she came here to meet? She peered through the storm at the waving trees just as another thunderclap struck, which made her tremble, close her eyes, and take deep breaths.

It's just a storm. I'm a big girl. I can do this.

She'd had submissive fantasies all her adult life, but reality never proved to be as erotic or stimulating as her dreams. She'd married too young and divorced a short time later after she'd wised up.

Her boyfriend-turned-ex-husband would never grow up enough to become the caring, take-charge man she needed him to be. He was too busy with his drinking buddies and all-night parties--part of their formerly single lives--to devote much time to building a relationship with her, much less a long-lasting marriage.

Beyond that, she discovered they had little in common. And her naive dreams of a happily-ever-after ended pretty damn fast when she awoke to an aggravated husband suffering from morning-after hangovers.

Their lovemaking had dwindled from new and forbidden to infrequent and mundane. Any suggestions of experimentation fell on deaf ears. And all the while, her imagination and body longed for untamed spontaneity, forced orgasms, and domination.

Once the newness wore off, the marriage became a farce. But even after the divorce, when she was free to engage in any fetish she desired, she'd been too fearful of picking up strangers at bars. Dating didn't exactly hold any appeal because she wasn't interested in permanent relationships.

Maybe later, but not yet. Not until she'd experienced more of life.

At least TPC provided assurances that all Pleasure Masters were screened, just as she had been. And the questionnaire enabled them to pair her with those of similar fantasies. She didn't have to waste time searching for a compatible date. She just hoped he was more experienced in BDSM than she was.

A glance at her car's clock told her it was time--one minute past to be exact. She eyed her umbrella and the distance to the front door, not really looking forward to running in heels, but she couldn't delay any longer. The rain wasn't going to let up as she'd hoped it would.

Why couldn't tonight be an evening of romantic sunsets and clear skies? Instead of a night better suited to Dracula and Frankenstein. She scowled at the angry black clouds as she turned off the wipers, headlights, and engine.

The lightning transformed the castle, which was probably spectacular in the rays of daylight, into a very ominous place.

"As if I don't have enough things to make me a nervous wreck."

She took another deep breath.

Focus on the man, not the building, and you can do this. He's a Pleasure Master, emphasis on pleasure

"And I'm making him wait. Not good on a first date," she said with a snicker. "Okay. Let's do this." She snatched up her purse, yanked the door handle, and shoved out into the rain before she lost her nerve. The raindrops whipped her into a run, and she barely noticed the crunch of gravel along the walk during her mad dash that ended with her hands slamming into the stone doorframe.

She huddled under the eaves out of the downpour that fell like a waterfall just a few feet away. A giggle bubbled up from the exhilaration of the run, but it died as she swiped the water from her face and eyed the massive front door, which was left slightly ajar. Her next breath was more of a shuddery gasp.

"Hello?" She pushed and discovered that it took a bit of effort to move the heavy wooden door. "Is anyone here?"

Lightning flashed like strobe lights behind her, which illuminated the interior even more than the candles that flickered from various iron sconces along the wall. Hesitantly, she stepped inside. The clicks of her heels and their slight echo sent goose bumps across her skin.

Aside from the thunder and constant beat of raindrops, silence met her.

"Hello?" Her voice echoed off the walls. "Okay..." This wasn't exactly the kind of reception she'd expected.

More tapers burned on an elegant mahogany table situated in the center of an impressive and somewhat eerie foyer of dark marble floors and slate colored walls. The staircase beyond it was a masterpiece of elegant ironwork and detailed carvings. At least the place wasn't filled with spider webs or bats. She glanced up at the lofty ceiling to be sure and discovered an impressive crystal chandelier that glittered in the candlelight.

Any other day she might've enjoyed a tour of the castle. Standing alone, dripping all over the marble floor on a dark and spooky night, she fisted the TPC letter inside her purse and considered high-tailing it back to the familiarity of her car. Shadows danced around the room to the beat of the flickering candlelight.

Then she noticed the signage propped up on the table beside a crystal vase full of fresh cut red roses and baby's breath. The scripted letters TPC were prominently displayed along with her name scrawled in black ink with a masculine flare.

She glanced around as she made her way to the table, leaving the door ajar despite the raging storm outside. The hint of roses filled the air with a pleasant fragrance, but it did little to calm her nerves. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she listened carefully for the first indication that the door moved.

One creak and I'm out of here.

Reaching for the note, she spotted a small audio device next to it. She held her breath and flipped the note open.

Push play.

The brief instruction was written in the same heavy scrawl as her name. Her finger hovered over the audio player's button. The note and audio device were tangible.

No more daydreaming in the comfort of her home or private fantasies enacted under the covers of her empty bed. No more pretending in the shower. This was for real.

Would the reality live up to what her mind envisioned? The idea of being dominated thrilled her, but would she be able to face it? She stood motionless while she wavered over whether she could go through with her plan.

Her fantasies had brought her here, but now that she was here...

She balled her hand into a fist, her short nails biting into her palm.

I've wanted this for a long time. I can do this. I can

Chicken, taunted that little chastising voice inside her head.

She frowned and pressed Play.

"Welcome, Natalie."

She blinked and smiled. Mmm, sexy voice.

"If you are listening to this tape, then you should know I am pleased by your bravery in having come this far."

Her smile became a cheeky grin.

"But there is much more for you to do to prove yourself and earn the privilege of becoming a truly submissive slave. Are you bold enough to obey, despite the nerves and fear, the second thoughts, and the unknown?"


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