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DomG
Supernova
- Joined
- Sep 9, 2010
Boring, things had gotten so boring, so freaking tedious lately and it was driving Dominic mad.
At thirty four years old Dominic Strauss had achieved more then most managed too on their own. His background had been middle class growing up but he had managed to find his calling, he was great at finding investment opportunities and was able to make money when others couldn't see a way. At first he had stuck to the conventional method of exploiting this talent, working as an investment banker until he had found a better way to exploit his talents... there were always new clubs opening in the city and he seemed to have a talent for helping the right people open in the right place to make money. A few years ago he had tried his own hand at it though with a twist of course, rather then just opening some dance or rave club he had went a little more exclusive...
An underground BDSM club, literally underground beneath a high rise building and only available to those who knew the password. Membership was expensive of course but the privacy was guaranteed and the discretion was absolute. Of course it wasn't just a place for a dabbler to enter, though many did, the price for membership practically guaranteed that only those who were serious about exploring their limits could enter... and if you knew the right people then perhaps you could make your fantasy a reality.
A modern sex slave trade, nothing so tedious as importing girls from Asia or Eastern Europe here, but instead young men and women who often willingly gave up their rights as a person to find a life that was more fulfilling to them. It was through the club that people were able to find what they truly wanted which was ironic because right now Dominic felt something very much lacking in his own life. Until very recently he had enjoyed the services of his own slave, but he had grown tired of her... she had devoted herself to him from the first day and because of this there had been no challenge at all to breaking her.
That was the problem, he needed a challenge, he needed something fresh. That night though something had been promised to him. A member of the club, a particularly attractive Domme had ended up owing him some money, membership fees and other sums that she had fallen behind on. Now he had given her plenty of time to pay the debt but it was becoming clear that she wouldn't be able too... she had promised him something special though in return for her debts being wiped clean, a lovely young thing that was just his type, young and curious about BDSM but never before felt the touch of a proper man, a man who knew what he was doing.
That night she was to be brought to the club, brought to him as an exchange for having her debt removed and Dominic was looking forward to it, sitting behind the large walnut desk in his office, his body comfortably reclining in his leather chair he waited for the doorman to signal him that his guest had arrived.
He knew he wouldn't have to wait long though, he was always very clear on his views about punctuality, or at least the punctuality of others.
At thirty four years old Dominic Strauss had achieved more then most managed too on their own. His background had been middle class growing up but he had managed to find his calling, he was great at finding investment opportunities and was able to make money when others couldn't see a way. At first he had stuck to the conventional method of exploiting this talent, working as an investment banker until he had found a better way to exploit his talents... there were always new clubs opening in the city and he seemed to have a talent for helping the right people open in the right place to make money. A few years ago he had tried his own hand at it though with a twist of course, rather then just opening some dance or rave club he had went a little more exclusive...
An underground BDSM club, literally underground beneath a high rise building and only available to those who knew the password. Membership was expensive of course but the privacy was guaranteed and the discretion was absolute. Of course it wasn't just a place for a dabbler to enter, though many did, the price for membership practically guaranteed that only those who were serious about exploring their limits could enter... and if you knew the right people then perhaps you could make your fantasy a reality.
A modern sex slave trade, nothing so tedious as importing girls from Asia or Eastern Europe here, but instead young men and women who often willingly gave up their rights as a person to find a life that was more fulfilling to them. It was through the club that people were able to find what they truly wanted which was ironic because right now Dominic felt something very much lacking in his own life. Until very recently he had enjoyed the services of his own slave, but he had grown tired of her... she had devoted herself to him from the first day and because of this there had been no challenge at all to breaking her.
That was the problem, he needed a challenge, he needed something fresh. That night though something had been promised to him. A member of the club, a particularly attractive Domme had ended up owing him some money, membership fees and other sums that she had fallen behind on. Now he had given her plenty of time to pay the debt but it was becoming clear that she wouldn't be able too... she had promised him something special though in return for her debts being wiped clean, a lovely young thing that was just his type, young and curious about BDSM but never before felt the touch of a proper man, a man who knew what he was doing.
That night she was to be brought to the club, brought to him as an exchange for having her debt removed and Dominic was looking forward to it, sitting behind the large walnut desk in his office, his body comfortably reclining in his leather chair he waited for the doorman to signal him that his guest had arrived.
He knew he wouldn't have to wait long though, he was always very clear on his views about punctuality, or at least the punctuality of others.
