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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Master K. And Mistress C. Trained Her To Submit! Dallas was looking for a master, but she got more than she bargained for when she met Master K. Soon he introduced Dallas to a world that terrified and thrilled her. The tortures and training she was subjected to brought her to undreamed of arousal. But who did Dallas really love, the handsome dominant Master K. or the beautiful dominant Mistress C.?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: November 2006

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [90 KB]
Words: 20253
Reading time: 57-81 min.

Anthony Krueger sipped his glass of Johnny Walker Red as he observed the patrons in Ambrosia's Bar, a watering hole for many professionals. The drinks were strong and the food was above average. He was a frequent visitor in his quest to find prospective females to add to his stable of submissives and to the staff of his professional dungeon in the heart of the business district of the twin cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. He had a growing business that served the special needs of some of the senators and representatives of the great State of Minnesota, the wealthy business leaders of the Twin Cities and the affluent professionals who inhabited the city by day and played hard after work before returning their homes in the prosperous suburbs. By providing quality people and a well-equipped dungeon where these professionals could satisfy their perversions, he, too, had become wealthy beyond his expectations. He smiled as he surveyed the crowd.

Tonight, he found his attentions focused on a gregarious woman at the bar. She had the look he was after--tall, long legged, attractive and curvaceous. As he watched with interest as she shot down one attempt after another to pick her up, he discovered that she had a bit of an attitude that was borderline snobbish. However, it was an attitude that he could deal with. From the overheard conversations, he learned that she was an attorney at one of the more prestigious law firms just down the street. That was a plus. He liked having his submissives educated and so did his clients. He caught her eye and smiled. He decided it was time to see if this attorney could pass his bar exam. He finished his drink and approached her. "Good evening."

"Good evening," she replied. She eyed him with reservation and hoped he wasn't another man with a worn pickup line.

"I'm Anthony Krueger." He offered his hand.

She hesitated and then shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Anthony. I'm Dallas Kincaid."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said as he turned on his charm. He gave her one of his irresistible smiles. "I know this sounds unimaginative. But I'm going to get myself another drink. May I get you one, too?"

Dallas looked at Anthony. She liked what she saw in his smile, in his sparking blue eyes and in his well-conditioned body. She thought he was five years her senior and near forty. She lowered her defenses. "Sure. I'll have a Blue Hawaii."

"An Elvis fan?"

"Not really. I just like the drink." She smiled. When he turned to order, she checked out his ass.

"A Blue Hawaii and another Johnny Walker Red."

"Coming right up," the bartender replied.

"I couldn't help but hear that you are an attorney," he said as he looked into her crystal clear light blue eyes. They looked incredible with her auburn, shoulder length hair.

"I am."

"What do you specialize in?" He glanced at her breasts and saw the outline of her lace bra in the opaque material of her light brown blouse. He guessed her to be on the large side of a B cup.

She noticed his glance. She also noticed that he had nicely developed pecs underneath his off-white dress shirt. "International trade."

"Interesting."

"Your drinks."

He turned towards the bar and paid for the drinks. He handed the Blue Hawaii to her. "Enjoy."

"I will," she said after accepting the drink. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He touched the rim of his glass to hers. "Salute."

"Salute." She joined him in taking a sip.

"Would you care to join me at my table?" He studied her eyes as she considered the invitation.

"Okay. But I have to go soon," she lied just in case she needed an excuse to escape his company.

"I understand. So do I." He escorted her to his table. He pulled out the chair and waited for her to sit down. He smiled when he saw her black skirt ride up and exposed a little more than the bottom half of her thighs. He liked what he saw.

She tugged at the hem of her skirt after sitting down. "What do you do?" she asked after he sat down across from her.

"I'm a consultant." He smiled and took another taste of his scotch.

"What kind?"

"I help individuals discover inner peace by embracing who they are--all of who they are." He noticed the quizzical expression in her eyes. It warmed his heart to be able to answer questions like an attorney, vague with the semblance of giving a precise answer and yet not giving any details.

"I'm afraid that I don't quite understand?"

"It's very basic. It is a lot like international trade. People need a market for their products or services. You help them find the market and broker the deal. They're happy and so are you. And they are willing to pay you for your services. In my case, I work on a more individual level. People have basic needs they want to satisfy--a product if you will--so that they can enjoy inner peace and develop into the complete person they are. I help them find ways for that to happen--the market. Then I broker the deal. They're happy and so am I. And they are very willing to pay for my services."

She pondered his words while drinking her Blue Hawaii. "You almost sound like a self-help guru or a motivational speaker," she commented as she tried to figure out exactly what he did. She found herself a little intrigued by this man whose goal was not just to hit on her. It was a breath of fresh air. "What kinds of needs are you talking about?"

He laughed. "I work with the most basic human needs. And once these needs are satisfied, a person can enjoy inner peace and a sense of fulfillment as a whole person," he continued in the vague language all attorney's were accustomed to using.

"I see." Her curiosity was growing. "Can you be more specific about these needs?"

"I could." He smiled and kept her in suspense.

"Well, are you are going to explain in more detail," she queried.

"Of course, I will. Basic needs encompass food, water, sex, companionship and security. And I also include self-worth and fully embracing and accepting all that one is, feels and needs." He studied her for any nuance in her body language. From what he observed, he knew he had her attention.

"Except for sex, I can understand how you could help take care of the other basic needs," she replied as she focused on the one need that caught her attention since she was so tired of the bar scene. After a few one-night stands and the obligatory call afterwards, she definitely wanted more fulfillment in this area.

"Yes, human sexuality is very complicated. Personal needs, interests and desires in this area are so varied. But I have a competent staff that can cater to sexual needs as well." He noticed that he now had her undivided attention.

"Now you sound like a pimp." She sipped her drink.

"Ah, the attorney in you," he said as he continued his bar examination.

"Yes, I suppose it is," she agreed. "Help me understand exactly what you do in the area of sexuality." She was surprised over where this conversation was going. In spite of her awkwardness with the topic, she wanted to learn more about him and his work.

"Well, I help people express their deeper, hidden sexual desires. I guess you might say that I offer opportunities for them to express and explore their deep and sometimes dark sexual fantasies. In doing so, I help them understand themselves, accept themselves and find peace within themselves."

"I see." She mulled over his statement. "You mean deviant sexual behavior?"

"What is deviant to one person is normal to the next." He paused and read her body language. "I'm sure you've had one or more sexual thoughts that could be considered deviant by others." He put the ball in her court.

She shifted uneasily in her chair, as the conversation became a touch too personal. She definitely did not feel comfortable discussing her sexual fantasies with a stranger. Besides, was wanting to find out what sex would be like with another woman all that deviant in today's world? "You would be surprised at how normal I am," she replied and answered his question without answering it. It was the attorney in her.

He sensed her uneasiness. He knew that she did indeed have some fantasies. He held her gaze. "Perhaps," he acknowledged. He sipped his drink.

"Would you care to share what you mean about deeper, hidden sexual desires?" she asked and wondered if he could read her mind.

"I would be happy to." He considered where to go at this critical point of his bar examination. "I deal with powerful men and women in government and business who like to be fully, completely in charge sexually. It's part of their nature. They want absolute control in their profession and in all the aspects of their life. I'm sure you know people like that."

Dallas thought for a moment. "I do," she admitted as she thought about a few of her fellow attorneys.

"And there are people who enjoy and want others to take charge. Sometimes these are powerful men and women."

"I find that assertion interesting. But I am dubious if it is true."

"I can understand your doubt. Nevertheless, it is true. It's called a power exchange."

"What's that?" she asked. She found herself relaxing a bit with the topic as the attorney in her sought more facts about him and his niche in the public relations market.

"Well, for example, to escape the pressure of his job, a successful, powerful businessman will allow someone else to take control of him under special circumstances."

"Why would a powerful person allow that?" She found herself engrossed in this topic.

"There are all kinds of reasons. Often times, it is a relief from responsibility. It is therapeutic to just let go and let someone else be in charge. Sometimes, it's a need to be the object of attention and affection. You know how lonely it can be at the top." He saw a glimmer of agreement in her eyes.

"And that could include taking charge of another person sexually?"

"Absolutely. Controlling another person sexually is the epitome of power. Wouldn't you agree?"

She pondered his words of a few moments. "Well, sex is a powerful thing."

"Yes, it is a powerful thing to be in charge of another person sexually. Imagine having someone at your command to satisfy all of your sexual needs. You don't have to play any games. You just get what you want and need."

She finished her drink and so did he. "It sounds interesting." Again, she veiled her feelings.

"Another drink?"

"Please." She waited as he signaled the waitperson and placed the order for their drinks. "What does the one in control get out of this besides taking care of some sexual needs?" She sense there was more to this power exchange than just sex.

"They get the satisfaction of exercising power and ownership over the other person."

"Ownership?"

"Yes. When someone gives up his or her power to another person, he or she is for all practical purposes owned by the other person. As an attorney, wouldn't you agree?"

She furled her brow as she considered his question. "I guess so. I'm having a difficult time with that concept."

"I understand. But to finish answering your question, the one in charge also gets attention and affection just like the one who gives up his or her power. It is an interesting dance as each ones gets what they need."

"I see," she said even though she did not fully comprehend the intricacies of a power exchange. "Have you been in control of someone sexually?"

He smiled. He took a slow sip of his scotch and made her wait for his response. "Yes, I find fulfillment, satisfaction and inner peace by taking complete and full charge of someone sexually." He intently searched her eyes as if peering into her soul.

She couldn't hold his gaze. She lowered her eyes to her drink

In that moment, he read her like an open book. "May I be so bold as to offer an insight about you?"

She looked up. "Go ahead."

"I think that deep down inside of you there is a desire, perhaps even a need, to let someone take control of you. I think you feel burdened by the responsibilities of your job and need a break from them."

She smiled. "There are days when that would be nice," she admitted.

"Ah, I am right." He paused. "But there is more." His words enticed her.

"Yes."

"I have observed you tonight and how you have blown off a few advances. I think you are tired of the bar scene and the bullshit that goes on here. Excuse my bluntness."

"That's all right."

"You're looking for something more. Something that is more fulfilling than falling into bed for just the night. You want something with more depth than that. Right?"

She bit her lip and stared into her drink. She considered the truth of his statement as she decided how to best answer him. Then she looked back at him. "Yes, you are right," she honestly replied. Since she had been hurt in the past by letting people get close to her real self, she was surprised at her answer. Having allowed him to penetrate slightly past her usual wall of defensiveness, she felt vulnerable.

He recognized the chink in her armor. He pushed forward in his bar examination. "I know you also have sexual needs and fantasies that you would love to have fulfilled. Right?"

She squirmed over the personal insights he offered. She was embarrassed that this stranger could read her so well. She fidgeted. She took a long sip of her Blue Hawaii. "Yes," she stammered and allowed him to penetrate even further past her defensive walls. Her admission to him astonished her. She wondered what it was about him that made her willing to expose this part of herself to him.

He smiled. With that admission, she had past his bar examination. He knew that she was definitely submissive and so ready for the next step. "I can satisfy your deep inner needs and make your fantasies come true."

She looked at him and considered his bold assertion. She felt an interesting stirring inside of herself. As he held her gaze, she felt as if he was drawing her inside of himself, taking control of her. It startled her. It scared her. It excited her. She was enticed by his promise. "You do have an interesting way of picking someone up." She retreated from his advance.

He chuckled. "As lovely as you are, I'm not just trying to pick you up. I can offer you so much more than just a fling in the hay. I can satisfy your sexual needs and fantasies," he reasserted.

She saw the sincerity and intensity in his eyes and heard it in his voice. "You can?" she asked in disbelief as her heart started to race.

"I can. Are you willing to find out? Are you willing to let me take control and guide you to another world of pleasure and fulfillment?"

"I've heard that before," she said.

"I'm sure you have. But there is one difference with me. I can do it. Remember, this is what I do for a living," he reminded her.

"Yes, you are a public relations expert."

"I am and much more." He paused. "You did say that there were times when you wished that someone else would take control. I am offering you that opportunity." He waited as she considered his offer.

Dallas felt an interesting sexual sensation inside of herself. She wondered if he could tell that her nipples had become hard from hearing his promise of fulfilling some of her fantasies. She wrestled with accepting his offer as she wondered what she was getting herself into. The appeal of his promise was so strong. Moreover, she was so tired of the typical way an evening at the bar ended. On the one hand, she had reservations. It sounds too good to be true. On the other hand, she had her needs and her fantasies. She drew in a deep breath. She looked at him and felt his strength and power.

"Dallas, are you ready to take me up on my offer?" he asked.

She finished her drink. As her heart beat faster, she felt an interesting sensation of excitement wash over her body. I hope I don't regret this. "Yes."