Chapter 1: Alexis
The neon lights twinkle in the bar as I sip on my drink searching for a new prey. It's not typically my style to take on someone random, but I'm feeling adventurous. Counting the fact, I have to leave France tomorrow, why not just try one French man.
As I scan the dimly lit bar, my gaze lands on a charming man surrounded by three girls. He hasn't seen me yet, and I can't help but smirk, knowing that he's about to have a change in plans. He stands out with his dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and athletic build, a man who knows how to take care of himself, and just my type. I can practically feel the submissive aura radiating from him, looks dominant but is submissive, just my type.
The women around him try to hold his attention, but he couldn't keep his eyes off me. No matter how he tries to convince himself that he's interested in these other women, I know that he's already acknowledged the game is over.
I purse my lips and raise my glass towards him, slowly letting my eyes lock on his. I watch as his expression changes, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards into a slight smile. He excuses himself and walks my way.
He arrives, leaving a foot of distance between us, looking like a deer caught in headlights. I lean closer and speak softly, barely above a whisper, “I know a place where the real fun begins, you interested?” He swallows hard, and I see his throat bob up and down.“What kind of place? he asks.
I hold his collar without a word, as I drag him to the other part of the club. I could tell he's nervous, but I also see the excitement in his eyes as we approach the entrance of the BDSM club.
"My guess was right after all," he chuckled nervously as I pin him with my gaze.
"Don't worry," I say, "You're in good hands."
He looks at me, as we step inside the dimly lit, underground dungeon. The dominants commanding their submissives, the clinking of chains and whips, the moans and sighs of pleasure. It's bliss.
The smell of leather and sweat, the sight of bodies writhing in pleasure, the sounds of whips cracking and moans filling the air, the taste of fear and lust. The thrill of being in control is addictive, and I relive this electrifying experience every chance I get.
We move towards my private room as I punch in the passcode. Entering and locking it behind me, I turn towards my prey as I watch him inspecting the dark room filled with bdsm toys.
And I can tell by the way he is inspecting things, he is experienced after all.
"So how much experienced are you?" I ask, walking closer to him as I change my voice to hard.
I want to know what I'm dealing with, and I need to set my boundaries.
He turns his head towards me, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine, and I feel a jolt of electricity running down my spine.
"More than you could imagine," he smirks. I click my tongue at his response, "A brat, I see." I move closer to him, our bodies a whisper apart. He's taller than me, but I tilt my chin up, and our eyes lock as I reach out and touch his collar. "But I like a challenge," I purr, feeling his breath catch in his throat as I speak.
His eyes flare with desire as he leans into my touch, and I can feel his heart pounding through his chest. He's achingly masculine, and I can't resist the pull.
"Alexis, but you'll call me Mistress"
"Michael, Mistress." He says with his eyes casted on the floor as I circle around him.
"Strip" I bark out, the anticipation is killing me.
He listens immediately and I see the hunger in his eyes as he removes his clothing.
His body is toned and muscular, a testament to his self-discipline.
The sight of him kneeling there, bare and vulnerable, is almost too much to bear. Almost.
I walk around him, taking my time to inspect every inch of his skin.
He's a beautiful man, and I can't wait to see how far he's willing to push his limits.
I can feel the tension in the air, the anticipation of what's to come. I'm excited, anxious, and turned on all at the same time.
"Stand up," I command, and he obeys without hesitation. "Do you know why you're here, Michael?" I ask, my voice low and throaty.
He looks at me, his eyes full of desire and submission. "To serve you, Mistress," he says, and I can hear the arousal in his voice.
I want to push him, to see just how far he's willing to go for me.
"Do you know what it means to serve? To submit?" I ask, my tone light, almost playful. I reach out and trace my fingers over his chest, watching as his skin breaks out in goosebumps.
"I think so, Mistress," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. I can see the eagerness in his eyes, the way he's struggling to hold still under my touch.
I can tell that he's excited, anxious, and turned on all at the same time. And I can't help but feel a twinge of pleasure in return.
"Good boy," I say, nodding my head in approval. "But I think we'll have to test that theory, don't you?" I ask, my voice light and playful.
He looks at me, his eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," he says, his voice trembling slightly.
I smile, happy with his response.
"Now kneel, and don't you dare look up, pet." I say, my voice dominating the entire room as I walk towards one of the toys.
He immediately does as he's told, dropping to his knees with his head hung low.
I can see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his nerves getting the better of him.
I reach for a blindfold, caressing the soft silk against my fingertips before turning towards him.
"Close your eyes," I command, holding the blindfold in one hand, and a riding crop in the other.
He hesitates for a fraction of a second before complying, his eyes fluttering close as he waits for my next move.
I move behind him, light on my feet as I secure the blindfold around his head. His chest rises and falls with shallow breaths as I ensure the blindfold is snugly in place, leaving him without sight. I like to watch their expressions change from anticipation to submission.
"Good boy," I murmur, tracing the crop over his shoulders, down his arms, and along his spine.
He shivers at the touch as I smirk.
"Relax, pet," I whisper, running the riding crop down the length of his body, tracing the curve of his spine and the firm muscles of his ass. "I'm not going to hurt you, not yet at least." I let out a low chuckle at my own joke, knowing full well that I'm going to push him to his limits, and then some.
"Remember your safe word is Storm and you will use it if necessary." I voice out the command strictly. "Yes, Mistress."
I click my tongue yet again, "Did I say you can speak, pet?" I remind him, my voice sharp and unyielding.
He shakes his head immediately and his response is enough to make me curious to the type of submissive he is. I tease his nipples, twisting and tugging at them, relishing the gasp that escapes from his lips.
"Oh, pet, you are going to be fun to play with." I say, running the crop along his thighs, following the curve of his muscles.
I can feel the tension in his body, the anticipation building as I work up his body towards his groin.
"Are you ready, pet?" I murmur, my mouth close to his ear. He nods his head slowly, and I can hear the tremble in his breath as I trace the riding crop down his chest, between his pecs, and to his nipples.
I tease them, tugging and pulling with the tip, watching as he writhes beneath me. His breath hitches, and his body quivers with every touch.
And suddenly, I give the first blow of the crop to his nipples, reddening it immediately.
I can hear his sharp intake of breath, and my inner dominant purrs with satisfaction.
I continue to mark his body, first one side, then the other. Each blow sends a shiver down his spine, and I can hear his breath hitching in response. I know it hurts, but he's not safe-wording. My instincts were right, this is a man who's no stranger to pleasure and pain.
I move to stand behind him, running my hands over his raised shoulders, massaging the marks left by the crop.
"Such a good boy," I whisper sending shivers down his spine and I know he can sense the level up in my voice.
I can see his cock hardening before I take the butt plug from the table.
"Stand up"
I spread his butt hole and sense him tensing up as I smirk, pouring the hot lubricant in his hole, I hear a hiss from him.
"You've been marked, pet, and now it's time to be plugged", I say as I rub the black silicone plug. I remove his blindfolds and as he winces as his eyes adjust, I bring his attention to the mirror on the opposite wall to watch what I do.
Michael stares down, his muscular physique glistening with sweat, his submissive aura visible even to his own eyes.
Positioning the silicon plug, I push it in one go as I give my next command, "Eyes on me, Michael." His gaze meets mine, full of desire and submission as I hold his gaze, our breathing steady yet erratic. Michael is beautifully vulnerable, I want to do more, see more, but the night is still young, and I want to take my time exploring his boundaries.
And to be honest, I am shocked, he didn't even hissed at the full impact of the plug.
I motion him to the faux leather couch nearby, and he sits as I take a ice pack before behind him.
"You will not cum without my permission"
Turning on the plug, I can see its effect immediately as his body shudders. I place the ice pack over his red marks, "Look in the mirror, pet and you can speak"
He does as he's told and winces as cold ice touches his bare skin. I can see the confusion twirling in his eyes of what I am doing, but this is my favorite activity, also the one I am sure he never experienced.
Increasing the speed of the plug, I move the ice around his body as he shudders, "Mistress." He calls me, his voice strained with pleasure.
"Yes, pet?" I ask, running the melting ice cube over his hard nipples.
"The plug," he breathes out, his body squirming as I give the plug another push.
"Do you like it?" I ask, watching as his eyes flutter in pleasure.
He nods, his lips parting as his breathing becomes labored.
"Use your words, Michael," I command, watching him cave in, willing to submit entirely to my wishes.
"Can I cum, please?" He begs and I can see the squirming in his voice but I am not done yet. In fact, I am far from done as I slowly move the ice pack down and down and down.
"Mistress, please." I can see him withering slowly as I smirk, "No."
And in the exact same moment, I push the ice on his stoned cock as he gasps.
"N-no, Milady." He stammers, trying to fight the onslaught of pleasure thrumming through his body.
"You dive too deep, Michael." I chide gently, watching as his cheeks brighten at the endearment. "This, what you are feeling right now, it has only begun." I say as I remove the ice, leaving him exposed, and even more elated than before.
"Can I cum, Mistress, please?" He begs again, desperation tinging his voice.
"Not just yet." I smile at his frustrated groan.
Taking his cock in my hands, I rub it with the ice pack as his hands tug at the cuffs I put earlier, "Please, N-no Mistress. Please." He begs, as tears of desperations form in his eyes.
"No," I say, my voice lacing in frustration as I maximize the speed of the butt plug, as a moan escapes his mouth.
Taking the hot lubricant, I pour it near the butt plug and over his ass as I continue to rub his cock with the cold ice pack.
The contrast of the cold ice pack and the hot lubricant makes Michael writhe in pleasure, his tears streaming uncontrollably. He's desperate for release, but I'm not willing to give in just yet.
"Please.. please, Mistress. I can't," he moans as I feel his cock twitch in my hands, hitting the point of no return.
"Yes, you can," I say firmly, wrapping his cock tighter in a cold sheet as I watch a tears slide down his cheek.
His hips bucking as he tries to escape the overwhelming pleasure building within him. I don't let him, holding him tighter as I push him closer and closer to the edge.
"You know you can use your safe word," I smirk as he frantically shake his head in denial.
"No, no Mistress. Please, no more!" He begs as his eyes widen with terror and desire combined.
"Here I thought you were a brat when we met earlier? Shows how wrong I was." I say, not relenting in the least with the torment I had for him.
"Please, I will do anything. Please, Mistress, allow me to cum." He pleads, his voice a deadly whisper.
"Take a deep breath, Michael and control it." I say firmly as his begging eyes met mine.
I could see the desperation, the yearning, the plea for release as he nods. His chest heaving as he struggles to gain control of his ragged breathing. I slowly remove the icing from his cock, feeling satisfied as he takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes.
"You may cum now, pet," I say with a smirk, seeing the wave of relief wash over him as his eyes snapped open, his gaze burning into mine. I watch him come undone before me as the tormented pleasure coursing through him spirals him over the edge he's been held at for so long.
He explodes into my hands, crying out as his body shudders in my grasp.
"Good boy," I croon, as he comes back down to earth, his chest still rising and falling rapidly even as I gently lay him back on the couch. His wrists, still restrained at his side, strain slightly from the residual tremors shaking his body.
I release him from his restraints as I rub his wrists, massaging the circulation back into them.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispers hoarsely, his voice still laced with raw pleasure.
I chuckle lightly, stroking his cheek with the pad of my thumb, "You did well, Michael." I say with genuine awe.