Her Billionaire Masters: A Love Like No Other

Sophia.

This was the first time in my life that I was stepping outside of my comfort zone. My heart was racing due to a combination of anxiety and excitement. I stared ahead of myself, alone, and unsure whether it was a good or bad thing that I had told no one about this.

Despite the door's gloomy appearance, I knew exactly what danger-hot and delicious-was behind it.

Under the coat, the only visible indication of my nervousness was clammy skin. On the inside, I was a mess, but I stood tall and proud.

I was doing something that I couldn't believe. I had not yet gone inside, so it was still possible to turn around. But I was certain I wouldn't. For quite some time, I had been wanting to do this.

Having spent my entire life in the small town of Greenport, New York, I had never had the chance to do this before. That may not be true, though. Two years ago, I came to New York as a transfer student, but I didn't dare to come here until now.

In most cases, I was a pussy. I could confess to that. I had never been the go-getter, do-what-I-want, fuck-everyone's-opinion, and fuck-the-consequences sort of gal. The never-stand-out, calm-and-quiet, never-push-myself kind of girl? Indeed, I was more like that.

But I was proud of the fact that I was saying "FUCK IT" in large block letters at the moment.

As they stared at me, the bouncers were probably unsure if I would enter. I've probably been standing here for far too long; it's time to move my ass along.

One of the males used his hand to halt me as I was about to advance. "ID."

I produced my student ID, being careful to hold it steadily as I handed it to him. I didn't want my nervousness to be known to them.

A minute later, he gave me the card back. "Did you follow the dress code?" he asked.

"Yes, I did." It had been tough to decide what to wear, but at the last minute, I found an outfit I'd gotten as a gag present from a friend. She probably didn't envision me using it for this purpose.

"I need to confirm it," the bouncer said, nodding at my body covered in a long coat.

Fuck, I wasn't prepared to let go of my cover so soon.

With my shoulders poised, I unbuttoned my coat, slowly revealing the black lingerie underneath until it was all out in the open. The corset was tight, like a second skin, showcasing my hourglass figure with respectively large breasts and ass, and a smaller waist. A garter belt pulled the attention to my slightly large thighs. And the open-toed stilettos made my legs look longer, more sensuous.

The men were polite, only taking a quick look before turning to open the door for me. I didn't know if I was disappointed or not when I walked away from them. Wasn't I pretty enough for a second look? However, it was part of their job to avoid frightening both potential and existing members, and I was certain that they were accustomed to seeing girls' bodies.

I felt like I was entering a whole new world as I stepped through the door of the club, and I was, in a way.

The slow pulse of sultry, enticing music could be heard above the mutter of conversation. Even though my heart was pounding rapidly, I chose not to show it. I am a self-assured, attractive woman who controls my cravings. Perhaps if I repeated that to myself enough, I would start to believe it.

My sexual awakening had been accompanied by timidity, uncertainty, and most definitely a lack of confidence, more like an awkward girl who didn't know what to do. With zero boyfriends and only intoxicated hookups, I battled with being comfortable enough to let go enough to enjoy myself.

I had fantasized about it ever since I realized I wanted something more than ordinary sex and now was my chance to find what I found exciting. Which was why I now found myself at a BDSM dungeon. Even with the tension, I still felt tingles of excitement.

My curiosity overruled any nervousness I might have had.

"Welcome to Passion's Haven," a gorgeous brunette with a tall, slim figure said from behind a desk just by the entrance.

"Hi, I heard you had an open house today?" I asked, mentally cursing my shaky voice.

She looked me up and down, and judgment was apparent in her eyes. "Yeah, we do. I'll take that jacket from you and show you to one of the hosts for tonight. He or she will show you around and answer any questions you might have. Oh, and I'll need your phone as well. We cherish our member's privacy and don't accept images or films being taken. This is only a safety precaution."

I let go of my safety cover unwillingly, suddenly feeling naked standing in only underwear and heels. The unexpected cold sent goosebumps down my spine. I had to physically push my hands to stay at my sides since I felt the impulse to cover my breasts with them even though I wasn't displaying anything.

The woman turned towards me as soon as she finished hanging up my coat. "Okay then, follow me."

She led me down the stairs and through a corridor. The music grew louder with each step I took, and with it, my heart raced even faster.

I was doing this, I thought as I followed the brunette beauty. I couldn't believe it, it felt like a dream. I made simply the sound of my heels clicking in time with my steps.

There were some interesting pictures on the wall, but the hallway was not very long and had very little furniture. The door to the entrance was fashioned of the same dark oak as the one at the end of the hall. The woman kept knocking, and I had to clench my knees to prevent them from trembling.

This was it; I was going to visit a true dungeon for the first time.

Sophia

I took a couple more steps to get inside after someone on the other side unlocked the door.

We moved toward another woman standing off to the side, speaking to a male, after the receptionist, or whatever she was-welcoming committee?-further in. She was older, and everything was made of leather. Leather thigh-high boots. A leather bodysuit. Gloves that appeared to be made of leather.

"I have a new one, Miss Claire. Would you take her on a tour and explain how things are done here? The brunette replied respectfully, but her eyes once again displayed judgment as she turned to face me.

Why? How could she possibly reject me? It couldn't be that she works here and I was thinking about joining. A double standard would have been applied.

Naturally, Jennifer. I'll look after her well." In contrast to Jennifer, Claire, or Mistress Claire, gave me a kind glance. I was instantly calmed, or at least somewhat calmed.

After nodding to Claire, Jennifer walked back to the door and disappeared.

"Hello dear, what's your name?" The man I had seen her speaking to had long since left when Claire asked.

"Sophia, Mistress?" I wasn't sure how to refer to her, and I didn't want it to seem like a question.

"Mistress is fine," she said with a laugh. "Is it your first time at a BDSM club?"

Not wanting to miss anything, I gazed around, taking in everything I could see. "Yes, I'd always wanted to try, but I've been gathering up the courage," I confessed.

"Everyone gets anxious the first time, and it's normal. Trying something new and stepping outside of your comfort zone can be intimidating. Some people bring friends or a significant other, which allows them to explore with someone to "hold their hand," so to speak. I followed her as she began to walk.

"I don't... I don't have a relationship, and I don't talk about my sexual preferences with my pals." Even though I could still see everything clearly in the den thanks to its dim, reddish lighting, the scene seemed more... sensuous, as though it provided seclusion in the middle of a crowded place. Without the music overpowering her voice, I could hear Claire talking.

As I gazed at the scenery, I couldn't contain my excitement. For a while, the anxiety was forgotten. We passed someone who was in the middle of a play, with spectators gathered around. Like many I had heard about, a man was hanging from a cross, and a lady was circling him with a whip. As she struck him, I could hear the slap and his moans of pleasure or pain-likely both. I could see red scars on various portions of him from where I stood, and he was nude. It's called a scene. His dick was hard and oozing like that. They adore the cross and are two of our regular members. There are areas she won't strike, as seen by the markings on him. Among other reasons, it can cause bruises to the kidneys. You should never have a dom that is inexperienced since they could seriously harm you. She had to take a slight detour to explain what was happening, so I must have stopped walking.

I couldn't help but gaze at the spectacle in front of me, even if I tried not to. It was entertaining to watch, but it was pornographic. As they performed for the hushed audience, I couldn't help but get aroused.

"I forgot to ask, are you a dom or a sub, or maybe a sex slave?" As I gestured for us to resume our stroll, Claire inquired.

I was shocked to hear that I was a slave. "Not a sex slave," I exclaimed. I was drawn to BDSM because, at the very least, I'm a sub. In bed, I want someone to take charge of me. Just in bed. I wanted to see everything at once, so I looked around the room.

Claire laughed and ushered me into another area. This one included a woman on a pedestal with the rope fastened to the ceiling, her hands and feet hogtied. A blindfold was placed over her eyes, but otherwise, she was entirely nude. Seeing another woman naked in real life was strange, but not as strange as I had anticipated. Though the man could do whatever he wanted to me, I couldn't help but picture myself in her shoes-bound and defenseless. As I watched, I could feel slippery moisture dripping from my pussy and soaking my underwear. Not even my favorite porn could compare to witnessing the genuine thing; it was the most sensuous scene I had ever seen.

As the dom by her side stroked her inner thighs with a feather, I felt envious. The sensations made her stomach knot. Fuck. I aspired to experience her emotions and actions. I aspired to be her.

I came here to have my own experience of it. I also hoped that I wouldn't have to wait long to engage in this type of delectable kink.

Being a sex slave is perfectly acceptable, but it's not for everyone. Anyone new to the community shouldn't try it out right immediately, in my opinion. Begin with a less... strenuous activity. Take your time getting started. She gave the sight in front of us a nod. "This may seem like a simple starting point for newcomers, but it's not always the case. Allowing someone to blindfold you and tie you up requires a lot of effort. You must have faith in your dom and know that he or she will only do what you can manage. Gaining that trust may take some time. He's playing with her senses right now. When your sight is taken away, you can feel a feather stroke more distinctly. The same is true of taste. Your body is more sensitive to that sensation or flavor because you are unsure of what to anticipate. She clarified. I understood her meaning, and the idea excited me; I wanted to give it a try.

I wanted to try so many things, my goodness. I was eager to get started.

"I'll show you where the bar is whenever you're ready. We don't need to rush since I recall how thrilling the first few times I saw scenes were. I didn't mind leaving, but I could see she meant it and would gladly let me watch for a little bit longer. I had a hunch that I would return, and I could always return if I wanted to see more. I was hoping for more. More of everything

Sophia

"It's fine; we can continue." I smiled at her in appreciation, pleased by her level of understanding. She welcomed me.

"All right. We were where? Yes, exactly. This is not where every scene is staged. As you can see, there are several doors leading to rooms, some of which are private for those who do not want others to see them and others for those who do. We also provide private viewing rooms with one-way mirrors that allow you to observe a scene without interruption. You can see them even though no one can see you. I nearly felt lightheaded from the volume of knowledge I was taking in.

The only things I knew about Passion's Haven were that it was exclusive and that not much of it was made public. Given that public sex was allowed there, but dungeons often forbade it, the website also suggested that it was a hybrid of a sex club and a dungeon. Since there were so many clubs in New York, I honestly didn't know why I chose this one, but the anonymity of DD appealed to me.

"The bar is here. Claire added, "We have another one upstairs, but it's only for VIP members. Dark oak was a recurring feature here, I had noted. The doors came first, and now the bar. It was ideal for the erotic scene. I noticed padded benches made of the same kind of oak as we approached the bar.

Claire extended her hand to reveal this side of the structure. One of the places to sit is here. In a moment, I will show you the other. This is the ideal location if you wish to interact with other members. It's a fantastic method to meet people in this community.

Additionally, there were several people present, some in pairs and others in groups. I was astonished to see a woman wearing a collar seated on the floor, even though I was as prepared as I could be for what to expect at the club. Another woman on a bench held a leash that was fastened to it. I had no idea what it meant when she pulled at the leash.

"To ensure the security of our members, Passion's Haven has several restrictions in place. A restriction that only allows two drinks is one of them. We cannot allow drunkenness to lead to blunders. Anyone who disobeys our regulations is immediately expelled. No second opportunity exists.

As Claire explained their club's operations to me, I nodded in agreement. It made me feel safe in case I ever chose this group, which didn't seem all that unlikely, and I could see where they were coming from.

She went through the bar and inside to a door I hadn't seen. Here's another place to sit. When doms tend to their subs following a scene, this is utilized for aftercare. Do not speak to anyone but your Dom if you are ever in here. To slowly bring down the subs following a scene, it's crucial to be silent. The aftercare was something I had read about. It piqued my interest and appeared to be an essential component of BDSM. I pondered what it might be like to receive such care.

Claire showed me the door before turning around again, but she didn't enter. "We don't need to go in there; you'll see it if you decide to become a member."

I had been so engrossed in the tour that I had completely forgotten that I was naked. The sensation of the slightly cool leather against my bare thighs made me jump a little when we sat down on one of the bar stools. A part of me felt liberated, but another part of me felt self-conscious when I was reminded of how naked I was. There was a certain appeal to accepting and owning the body you were born with.

From this new position of superiority, I could view the majority of the floor. The sections with the various sceneries were across from me on my right. When Claire took me around, I didn't even see four of the six. I intended to examine the doors, which were a little apart from the sections. I noticed a man at the bottom of the steps leading to the top level, who was likely ensuring that only VIPs ascended.

I turned to see the man behind the bar assessing me after sensing that someone was watching me. He had blue eyes and short blond hair, making him classically beautiful. I turned my head away, flushed. Despite not being my type, the dude had a nice appearance.

Do you want a drink? Claire grinned and tapped her fingers slowly on the bar top, saying, "This one's on me."

"I would love one," I said, returning the pleasant smile. I thought this woman was great.

"Chris," she said, turning to face the bartender. "Could we get a gin for me and...?" She gave me a questioning glance.

"Scotch on the rocks, please."

"And scotch on the rocks for this pretty lady?" Claire completed our order.

Chris approached us and paused beside me. "Obviously. But first, who's this?" he questioned Claire as he gazed at me with such interest that my heart began to race.

"This is Sophia, Chris. Sophia, this is Sir Chris. He only wants his subordinate to address him as Sir.

"I'm glad to have met you, Sophia. I hope what you see pleases you. His voice had exactly the right amount of bass and depth to make my pussy clench.

I was extremely horny and in dire need of pleasure after what I had witnessed today. My mind was pickier than my body.

You see? Yes, the club was most likely what he meant.

"Yes, very much," was my courteous response. My response seemed to appease him, and he proceeded to prepare our beverages.

"Really?" As he walked away, Claire raised an eyebrow at me in astonishment. "I took you more as a Margarita kind of girl."

I chuckled. "The only drink I was familiar with when I placed my first drink order at a bar was scotch on the rocks. It became my go-to as well as my dad's. To be honest, I generally found social situations difficult. The only thing I felt safe ordering was Scotch, even though I didn't enjoy the taste initially. I didn't order other drinks because I would have stumbled over their names. Over time, it also became my favorite.

"I suppose it's to each their own. Do you have any queries now that I've shown you everything we have to offer?

If I had inquiries? With them, I was on the verge of blowing up. "You brought up rules. I'm curious as to what they are.

"Well, all of our new members are always given a list. Indeed, we have a number in place to safeguard both the submissive and the dominant. I've already discussed the drinking and the consequences. Additionally, we forbid anyone from touching another individual without that person's permission. Our law is consent; we live and breathe it.

Additionally, you never handle someone else's toys without their consent. A role should always be negotiated before you enter a scenario. Safewords are essential for all submissives; they cannot be negotiated. Avoid interfering with any situations in which you are not involved. Observe the dress code, which you appear to have no issue with. I like your attire, by the way. It's sexy.

I flushed at that. I had never felt at ease in my skin. The lights were always off while I had sex. I wanted to learn to appreciate it and let go of that. With little clothing to protect my body, I hoped that coming here today would help.

"Thanks, I was a little unsure if this was okay," I said. All that was written in the invitation on the kink website I visited was "sexy" and "black." However, among other things, such as leather, lingerie was recommended.

"You got it exactly right. Believe me, as soon as you entered the room, I noticed that at least ten people were watching you. Wow, I had no idea. I hadn't noticed since I was too anxious. Let's go back to the guidelines. Only in the designated locations are you permitted to engage in play and nudity. You don't have to know the names of the others just yet.

"That makes sense. How about..." Something drew my attention, and I started to walk away. Three suit-clad men stood at the railing at the top level. Even though I couldn't see them well, I continued to stare. At least I could see that they were tall, with muscular bodies concealed beneath the well-fitting suits. While the third had shoulder-length light brown, possibly blond, hair, the other two had dark hair that was rather short.

I was drawn in by something about these men-the atmosphere that surrounded them. I noticed that a number of other people in the room were also staring at the males.

I could sense their force even from a great distance. It was not appropriate to treat these folks lightly.