A ray of light cut through the darkness of the room hitting Damian straight in the eyes as he slowly awoke to the morning. It took him awhile to become orientated; he was still not used to sleeping in this huge bed, and enormous luscious room. It was Sunday, the weekend was almost over and he had to be back at work on Monday. Sure Slut had told him she was rich and her money was now his, but it did not feel right to him just to stop working like that.
His fantasies had been fulfilled in a very short period of time. He had become wealthier than he could ever have dreamed, he had gained a beautiful woman, no, slave, and he’d come in contact with a part of himself he had hidden away for years. But it had been too easy, his life had changed too sudden, and it had all fallen into his hands seemingly out of thin air with no real effort on his part. That was not how Damian had been brought up, you worked for what you wanted, and things did not come that easy.
Damian pulled the sheets off the bed and took a good long look at his slave. Again her beauty astounded him, he would never have even thought of approaching a woman who looked like Slut, thinking her unreachable. He would not have wasted any energy on attempting to gain what was unattainable. This had been his approach to life, go for what you can get and move slowly forwards, take baby steps and in the end all of the baby steps together would make a giant leap.
“Slut, wake up.”
“I am not asleep Master.”
“I am loaded with questions, I need to know more, need to understand that which seems to come to me. This cloak of dominance I am wearing feels so comfortable to me. But I do not understand it; I am not in control. My feelings are, my instinct, the dominance flows out of me but I am not the one directing the stream. This I cannot accept.”
“I do not understand Master, I have never experienced what you are describing. The club has an extensive library on dominance, might I suggest going there to research your feelings Master?”
“The club being the bar where you picked me up?”
“Yes Master, I am one of the founding members, since you own me you are a member if you so desire.”
“What is this club, I thought it was a bar, maybe a nightclub with some ‘kinky’ visitors?”
The club is many things to many people Master. To most it is a place where you can dress up, play some fantasies out and relax. To others it is a place where Dominants meet, show off their submissives, and talk about which is the most effective torture to use. To a select few the club is more than that, it is a place to meet, to talk, and discuss ideas, strategies, and is a home away from home. It is a circle where etiquette and rules dominate, where the strongest lead and the weak are eaten.”
“Good, let’s go. I have a lot of questions that need to be answered.”
“There is only one problem Master. They will not allow you entrance dressed as you are. You will need to wear appropriate attire. If you so desire I can have a suit ready for you within a couple of hours.”
“Well, what are you waiting for woman? Arrange what needs to be arranged and do not bother me with details.”
“Yes Master.”
Several hours, and a lot of phone calls later, Damian dressed in a black suit, and Slut dressed in a collar and leash, left for the club. At the entrance to the club, the same bodyguard from the previous night was standing at the door. On seeing Damian leading Slut by collar and leash, he bowed and opened the door. “Good morning Sir, hope you will have a fruitful and pleasant stay”. Damian heard the voice of the bodyguard but his mind did not register, it was filled with questions, questions, and more questions.
They entered through the same doorway which had begun the dramatic change in his life only two days earlier. It did not feel like two days to Damian, he could hardly remember how his life had been before. Slut led him through a series of passages until they stood in front of an ivory white door. It was a plain door. In the middle of the door at eye height, was a knocker made of black cast iron, a beautiful lifelike representation of male genitalia. Damian took a deep sigh, his mind filled with the possible horrors that might lay behind the door, but also with the hope that it would hold the answers he was so desperately searching for. The knocker thudded on the door, although Damian hardly put any force to it, the sound reverberating throughout the hallway.
For the following weeks Damian and Slut entered an almost uniform life of pure bliss. In the morning she would drive him to work, wait for him to finish work, then drive him home. After dinner, which she prepared specially for him, they would normally go for an hour or two at the club for Damian’s research, then Damian would feed both of their needs, fulfilling their hunger. The weekends were filled with actions that most would find too perverted even to speak of, let alone do, and now and then it would involve Mary who had become a regular in their life. His life had never been better for Damian, even his career seemed to skyrocket; the changes inside him had not remained unseen by others.
Damian had made Frank, his everyday persona, more secure, more efficient, and more controlled in his actions. Gone were the days where he would come in half drunk from a night of carnivorous pleasures combined with booze. Damian was happy and fulfilled. If nothing had happened to change that, he would have remained like that the rest of his life. But something did happen, something unforeseen and tragic; something which would change Damian’s and Slut’s life forever.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning; Damian looked nervously at his watch, it was getting late and he did not want to spoil the surprise he had prepared for Slut, and their guest was not present yet. Where was Ebony? She was supposed to lead the naming ceremony. Damian had researched dominance and 24/7 relationships and found the naming ceremony and its place, in the lives of people such as they were. He had decided that it was time for him and Slut to enter a new phase in their relationship, she had given him a new life, she had made him whole….never before in his life had he believed in love, never had he even thought it was possible to feel another’s soul. But that was just what had happened between him and Slut, she had become his other half. He could be in a room full of people and would know instinctively where she was standing, he could feel her sensations and emotions, and sometimes he could even sense her thoughts. Never had he thought something like this was possible, but here it was. Damian was a cold hearted bastard, a sadistic pig with an ego bigger then any skyscraper, he loved giving pain to Slut, he would get aroused by her screams, the more he would deliver, the bigger his excitement and arousal. But he was also madly in love with her; she had become the centre of his universe.
Finally the doorbell rang. Slut was upstairs in complete sensory deprivation; she could not hear anything, feel anything, her world in darkness and silence. Damian had bought a special booth for this purpose, which he enjoyed using with her. He crossed quickly to the door, and on opening it found it was Marie.