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  Riding to the club helped to fire her up. As her powerful motor cut through the London traffic, and she felt the wind whip her body and face, Jenna felt the familiar rush of adrenalin that always flowed through her body before she went to a new club. It was a long time since she had been somewhere entirely new where her reputation did not go before her, where she could not be sure of a friendly face or familiar fuck. The thought both frightened and invigorated her as she parked the bike in a side street a stone’s throw from her office.

  The interior of the club was larger and more dramatic than the pictures had made it seem, and the clientele didn’t disappoint, either. Jenna nursed a Jack and coke and took in the wall-to-wall beautiful people, hungry for each other and the power play they could indulge in. She sized up a few strangers. That messy blonde woman over there, in the long white dress, looking like she’d just run away from her own wedding, was obviously out for a bit of male-dom tonight. That black guy with the black hood over his head and a body to die for was destined to be with her: Jenna knew they would end up fucking tonight and pictured their contrasting flesh, looked forward to watching them, and hoped it wouldn’t take them too long to get together.

  One lesbian couple were chained together at the nipples, their pierced tits bound by a long chain. Jenna watched them move, fascinated by the way their breasts pulled to one side whenever the slightest tug was exerted on the chain. A man and woman were dressed up to the nines in designer clothes as if they were going ‘straight’ clubbing. Jenna instantly identified them as connoisseurs of the swinging scene, out for their first taste of fetish tonight. They looked nervous but excited. If they didn’t seem to have found their feet within a couple of hours, she would talk to them. She liked the idea of domming a couple, something she had never done before.

  And as Jenna was people-watching, so others were looking at her. Anyone with any experience of the scene would recognise an expert dom when they saw one, and it didn’t take long for the club owner to approach her. He was a tall blond man with an immaculately toned, lightly tanned and almost entirely hairless body, who introduced himself as Karl. Jenna liked his faint Scandinavian accent and the fact that he was taller than her.

  ‘I haven’t seen you before,’ he said.

  ‘I’m new in town. This is my first night out.’

  ‘That’s a charming accent you’ve got there,’ said Karl. ‘Australia, right? And a fabulous body.’

  ‘Yes to both of those,’ agreed Jenna, laughing.

  ‘You’re a top, right?’

  ‘However did you guess?’ said Jenna, flexing a formidable bicep and tapping her bronze-plated breast. They laughed again. She couldn’t guess Karl’s preferences, which was unusual for her. He was big and strong enough to have made a great dom, but these were often just the kind of guys who wanted to be overpowered. ‘And you?’ she asked.

  ‘Depends on my mood,’ said Karl.

  Jenna was shocked. ‘I don’t believe you,’ she said. ‘You’re either dominant or submissive: one or the other. Never both.’

  Karl rolled his eyes. ‘I get that a lot,’ he said. ‘People don’t realise how fluid sexuality is. I find that different needs arise in me depending on who I’m with at the time. You, for example, Jenna … I take one look at you and I want to lie on the floor while you sit on my face. I want your fabulous body holding mine to ransom. But that guy over there …’ Karl gestured towards the hooded man. ‘He’s one of the most brutal male doms I’ve ever known, he’s really gifted, but all he makes me want to do is have him on his knees and fuck him in the face.’

  For once, Jenna was lost for words. She believed Karl, but didn’t understand where he was coming from. She could not imagine that she would ever enjoy surrendering to someone else’s games. Not when the buzz she got from wielding power was so potent.

  ‘You don’t believe me, I can tell,’ said Karl, smiling. He leaned one elbow on the bar, gesturing towards his glass and a barmaid with shocking pink hair and dressed only in a fishnet bikini. She refilled his glass with what looked like water. Jenna looked at the toned arm as he flexed his bicep and brought the glass up to his lips. A droplet of clear liquid ran down Karl’s bare chest between his nipples, and Jenna fought the urge to tell him to lick it up. His chest really was incredible, she thought. He had an athlete’s body, muscular without being bulky, and she longed to touch his skin, to find out if it really was as soft and hairless as it appeared. Usually, part of the thrill of domin-ating a man was to debase this rough, hairy creature, to know that although her flesh was more delicate than his, she wielded power over him. But with Karl, how would that be? To move her body against his, to lie on top of his bound body with her own smooth tits rubbing against his bare chest like two pieces of silk? She wondered if he shaved his pubic hair, or if his bush was flaxen blond like the hair on his head. She had to know. She had to have him.

  She was distracted by a creak and a clank as the door to the cage in the middle of the club swung open. The hooded guy was leading the runaway bride into its centre. As Jenna had predicted, the sexual chemistry between the two was strong. She watched as he whispered something in her ear; he could see through mesh in the hood, but his lips and teeth were the only visible parts of his face. Jenna lip-read his words.

  ‘You tempt men with your long hair and your full breasts,’ he was saying to her. ‘You flaunt your young body. Are you going to let me punish you?’ The woman nodded, eyes wide and those breasts heaving as her breath became shallow and urgent. Soon his mouth was on hers, probing her with a cruel tongue. They were visually stunning together, his dark skin and black clothes contrasting dramatically with her pale complexion. Her hair was such a very light shade of blonde that her white dress seemed like an extension of her flesh. Only her legs, and arms, wrapped around his body like bindweed, were distinguishable from the trunk of her body.

  Karl, too, was watching with fascinated eyes, and Jenna couldn’t help but wonder which position he imagined himself in: the slave, or the master? He took her hand, and whispered in her ear.

  ‘We can watch this together from the best seat in the house.’ It didn’t come naturally to Jenna to let herself be taken by the hand and led across the club, not even by someone as good-looking as Karl. Normally she liked to be in charge. But these were extenuating circumstances: Karl knew his way around, and she was willing to drop her guard for a minute if it meant she got a close-up view of what promised to be some very exciting action.

  Karl gestured to a spiral staircase which led to a private box with an aerial view of the cage. Jenna leaned over the edge and watched fascinated as the hooded figure began to tear the blonde’s white dress away from her body in strips.

  ‘You think that you can flaunt your breasts at me and get away with it? Do you know what needs men have?’

  The blonde woman shook her head as he ripped her dress at the bodice, exposing bulbous breasts with pale pink, puffed-up nipples.

  ‘No,’ she said, in a cut-glass accent, ‘no. I have never been with a man before.’

  The hooded figure used a strip of the woman’s dress to bind her wrists above her head and tie them to the cage. Her pale, gently curved body hung from a bar, decorated with rags of white cotton.

  ‘Then tonight I will teach you the consequences of flaunting your body before a man.’ The woman mock-struggled, but the dark swelling of her pussy lips as she flailed her legs betrayed her arousal. She was obviously no more a virgin than Jenna herself, but the fantasy was so beautifully played out that even Jenna found herself believing that she was watching someone be divested of her maidenhood in front of her. The hooded figure fumbled with his belt and unleashed a huge hard-on which was visible only for a split second before he penetrated his ‘virgin’ with it. Jenna watched as he speared her up to the hilt of his cock, and envied the blonde woman’s rapture as he pulled at her bulging white tits with large, dark hands, letting the soft pale flesh spill between his fingers like dough, chastising her for her wanton tem
ptation.

  Jenna was now eager to play herself. She glanced down at Karl’s crotch. A bulging hard-on was clearly forming within his skin-tight leather trousers. Big. Promising. There wasn’t much room in those second-skin pants for it to get any bigger or harder. Surely his trapped erection would cause him great discomfort if he became any more aroused. Good. She would get him so hard that he would beg her to undo his trousers. She would get him so hard that he would think he couldn’t take any more. And then she would get him a little bit harder. And after that, she would be ready to take him inside her. She turned to Karl and shoved him so that his drink spilled across her lap and stomach.

  ‘For fuck’s sake, you clumsy prick,’ she scolded.

  ‘Sorry, not sure how that happened,’ said Karl. Jenna realised that the fact that she was initiating play hadn’t dawned on her host. Better make it clearer. She steeled her voice.

  ‘That was very foolish of you, Karl.’ To underline the message, she slid her hand between Karl’s legs and had to control herself when her fingers closed upon the full extent of his erect prick. The leather trousers constricted two firm balls topped by a rock-solid cock which radiated heat against her skin. Jenna’s own leather gusset dampened as she felt her pussy lips swell and a familiar pulse begin to throb between her legs. She squeezed. Karl’s blue eyes fluttered closed, and his pink lips parted. He tilted his head back slightly, revealing a prominent Adam’s apple on a lean, muscular neck. His skin was flawless. No sign of stubble, not a single pore or blemish: his skin was like vellum parchment stretched tightly over a rippling body. God, he was absolutely physically perfect.

  Jenna took the glass from Karl’s trembling hand and took a sip. Not water after all, but a vodka and tonic. One of Jenna’s favourite drinks. She savoured the bittersweet taste and gargled the liquid around in her mouth before parting her lips and allowing the sticky liquid to run down her face and between her breasts.

  ‘Now look what you’ve made me do,’ said Jenna. ‘I think you’d better lick me clean.’

  Karl slipped into slave mode as easily as Jenna was able to don the mantle of mistress. He moved with the fluid, lithe grace of a wild cat as he crouched on the seat next to Jenna. His face was between her breasts, greedily lapping up every drop of his drink from her skin. Jenna shivered as his tongue attempted to probe the skin underneath her breast armour, and felt her nipples stiffen. She had forgotten how frustrating this costume could make things; it introduced an element of torture to her own play, when all she wanted was to put her hardening nipple between his teeth and have him suck. God, she never wanted it to stop. She poured the remainder of the drink slowly, deliberately down her body, so that the liquid ran along her navel. Karl followed its raindrop trail quickly, his pink tongue lapping at her belly button.

  ‘You’ve missed a bit,’ said Jenna, pointing at the pool of liquid which had gathered between her breasts. Before Karl could apologise, she had pulled him by his short blond hair and forced his face into her cleavage. His legs were pressed against her knee, and she could feel his hard-on. Bigger than ever now, it must have been agony for him not to whip out his prick.

  ‘Not good enough,’ said Jenna, although it was delicious, and then, ‘Lie down.’

  Meekly, Karl lay on his back. Jenna crouched over him, turning to face his seat, so that her ass and pussy hovered around about his chest. She looked at her strap-laced feet over his arms, which lay down by the side of his body so that he was effectively trapped and could not use his hands to stimulate himself. No problem. Her hands would be busy enough for both of them. She tore at the leather strip that covered her pussy, found the tiny button that unleashed it and it fell away to the floor. Her cunt was now exposed to the caress of Karl’s breath. The hot air he expelled between his lips fired up her pussy, made her wetter.

  Jenna’s hands felt for the glass tumbler: an inch or two of vodka and tonic still remained. Reaching around her body, she poured the remaining liquid between her ass and along her pussy lips, feeling the alcohol sting her skin. She felt the tip of Karl’s tongue begin to lick the liquid off her asshole. As ever she loved the feeling of a tongue in her ass, the warmth and intimacy of it.

  She began to massage Karl’s thighs, still in skin-tight trousers, working her way in towards his cock and balls, but not giving him the gratification of laying her hands on his erection. The leather of his pants was stretched to its utmost, and Jenna knew that when she finally released that prick it would be at its peak: thick and hard and urgent and ripe. Once again, she found herself wondering whether or not he had any pubic hair, and what colour it would be. Not knowing was so delicious, imagining was so arousing, that she felt warm liquid trickle from the inside of her cunt and mix with the sticky traces of vodka. Jenna forced Karl’s legs apart and placed her hand underneath his balls, directly on his perineum, the inch of skin between his balls and bum that, if touched properly, is the seat of the most bittersweet agonising pleasure a man can experience.

  ‘Oh, please,’ he whimpered, his accent stronger as his desperation grew. Jenna smiled. If she kept up this torture, she could even make him forget that he ever spoke English at all. ‘Please, undo my fly, touch my cock, touch my skin.’

  ‘I don’t think I like the sound of your voice,’ spat Jenna, in a cruel voice, and shifting back a couple of inches, lowered herself down on to Karl’s face. A good dominatrix never shows her real feelings, and Jenna had to bite down hard on her lip to stop her own face warp from the delicious sensation of Karl’s soft lips on her own cunt. Karl lapped up every trace of the drink, and when he was sucking up Jenna’s own juices, the probing of his tongue became even more intense. The tip of Karl’s nose teased Jenna’s ass hole, and she knew that he would be inhaling the dirtiest part of her. The thought of this sent a fresh gush of juice sliding out of her pussy. She had been intending to bark orders at Karl, but he instinctively knew just where she wanted to be licked and sucked. His open mouth created light suction on the cave of her cunt, while his tongue fluttered over her throbbing clitoris.

  Jenna, close to the brink of her own climax, decided that it was time to reward her humble slave. She undid the black metal buttons of Karl’s fly, one by one, as much to tease herself as to tantalise Karl. The first button told Jenna that there was absolutely no hair anywhere on his body. The second button revealed the purple tip of a quivering cock, already glistening with a few drops of pre-cum. The third exposed the foreskin and the first inch or so of a beautifully smooth, almond-coloured penis. A single colourless vein ran down its length. Jenna dragged the tip of one manicured fingernail along that vein, and felt the benefit in her cunt as her flesh muffled Karl’s cry of frustration and pleasure. Hot air from his mouth pleasantly warmed her underside. The fifth and sixth buttons revealed the penis in all its glory, and a pair of smooth round balls. It would have been a crime for any hair to obscure any part of this, the most beautiful penis that Jenna had ever seen.

  Jenna took it in her hands and began to alternate steady strokes, starting from the bottom and massaging up the shaft of his cock to the very tip where she would twist her hand with a little flourish. The faster her hands moved, the greater the pressure of Karl’s mouth, his smothered cries forcing his lips and teeth to grind against her pumping pussy.

  ‘Don’t you dare come!’ barked Jenna, who was so close to orgasm herself that she wondered exactly who these instructions were for. She stopped her manipulation of Karl’s genitals, made a ring of her thumb and forefinger and held it at the base of his cock. Gripping tightly, she knew there was no way he would be able to come while she was trapping the flow of blood in this way. ‘Did you hear what I said?’ She raised her ass off Karl’s face, for the split second it took him to scream, ‘Yes, mistress!’ His blue eyes rolled back in his head, face glazed with her juices.

  She crawled up Karl’s body, lowered herself onto his cock and rode it. Its smooth passage into her cunt made her sigh with pleasure, and she decided to grant them both permission to
climax.

  ‘Now,’ she whispered, and then shouted, ‘Now! Fuck me! Come inside me! Now! Now! Now!’ She felt the balls lift and the first thrust of his orgasm as his hot juices warmed her insides. Before he could recover, she drew her thighs up, and took herself off his cock so she was sitting on his face again and feeding him his own spunk.

  ‘Suck it,’ she commanded. Karl’s tongue worked overtime, fluttering against her clit, and eventually she felt her orgasm ripple out from the hot little bud like a series of concentric circles, each one sending a stronger wave of release over her body. Exhausted, she collapsed onto her back. Karl lay beside her, and they exchanged a deep kiss, tasting each other and licking the juices off each other’s faces.

  ‘That was the best first-time domination I’ve ever had,’ said Karl, stroking Jenna’s cheek. ‘You’re a natural.’

  ‘And you’re a natural bottom,’ replied Jenna, her tongue drawing a line from his collarbone up to his lip, which she nipped playfully between her teeth. ‘You loved that so much, I just can’t imagine you as a dom. I’d never let you play the top with me.’

  ‘With you, Jenna,’ said Karl, ‘I would never need to.’

  When they descended the spiral staircase back into the centre of the club, it was Jenna who led Karl by the hand. For the rest of the evening, drinks were on him, and he introduced her to new friends, potential partners and the club’s employees, who shared gossip about the high-powered businessmen and politicians who frequented the club.