Position 3
Salvation was a sparkling gem tucked far away from mankind. Deep in the woods, the two-story Victorian stood majestic by a quiet lake. Blocked off by a thick iron gate, the brilliant white of its exterior came to view as the trees began to dissipate. Lawn lights guided Mina's car up a long driveway and looped around a gazebo. There were people relaxing on the bench. A naked woman sat on her partner's lap, eyes closed, his hand between her legs.
Mina smiled at the valet when she offered her keys, then turned to appreciate the grounds. The lawn was a stunning contrast to the wild of the woods, though the landscaping was simple. Huge shrubbery and white and red flowerbeds framed the building, while a stone path continued around the side. She could hear music inside and laughing from the gazebo.
She squatted in front of the stairs, felt the cool air on her newly bare flesh, and snapped a picture of the entrance. Empty iron chairs and sofas were piled with white cushions, and two glass tables were equipped with ashtrays and baskets of condoms, lube, dental dams, and hand sanitizer. Mina knocked on the crimson door and it sounded heavy as it split down the middle.
The woman before her was a head taller, no doubt a result from incredible genes and her thigh-high red boots. The material looked suede. She was an Amazon, strong and a sculptor's dream, wrapped in a black slink of a dress, her hair a thick raven waterfall. Caramel eyes took Mina in, then widened in recognition.
"Wilhelmina, yes?" The woman's smile sparkled, a thick accent on her bright full lips. Mina nodded and held out her hand. The woman clasped it with both of hers, and squeezed.
"My Goddess," Mina said in respect, nearly curtseying with her head bowed.
"How sweet! But you may call me Deidre. Come in, come in," she urged, rushing Mina inside. The interior was breathtaking.
Mina was greeted by soothing light and deep red wood. With accents of brass, the foyer was decorated with lantern light fixtures, a broad wooden desk, and a massive wall of mirrors. Behind the desk stood a short man with a cheery disposition, wearing a white three piece with a skinny red tie. Racks of purses and coats were arranged behind him.
To her left, there was a huge parlor filled with patrons at a white marble bar, circular glass tables, and a group of plush loveseats by a blazing fireplace. A woman in an electric blue corset kneeled on the floor at her lover's feet, engaged in a lively conversation with a man in a red mesh tank. A couple was lost in themselves, their tongues at war. His hands firmly gripped her buttcheeks as she eagerly grinded against him. Near the back, a large set of doors akin to the front was guarded by two roaring tigers. Mina raised her eyebrow in curiosity.
To her right, there was a miniature ballroom. The music was loud, yet noninvasive. A black laminate dance floor was lit up by the chandelier and surrounded by more white furniture and glass tables. There was another pair of doors, this one stalked by two sultry panthers. People were swaying, jumping, rubbing, gyrating, dancing. A man's ass was a vibration against his partner's groin. She only got a glimpse of what was down the main hall, for Deidre was pulling her up the stairs. The wood creaked under their feet.
"We're so excited to have you here!" Deidre smiled over her shoulder. Mina had to look away from the swinging ass in her face, but she caught the vague shape of a tattoo. The second floor of Salvation was dimly lit, and boasted a spectacle of a main room. Brass candelabras matched the final chandelier. People were gathered around a large black stage in the middle of the room. Mina heard someone scream, and the crowd rustled.
Straddling the bar were statues of naked women, arms tied and raised above their heads. The furniture was sparse, with stools at the bar and two sofas against each wall. The cushions changed from white to maroon, the bar to obsidian, and a pair of grander doors from crimson to a blinding white. Multiple shelves of toys on either sides of these doors, from what she could see, supplied floggers, ball gags, and riding crops, among many other goodies. A first-aid kit was secured under a lit up sign.
In a corner, there was a smaller crowd. A tall blond was tied to a St. Andrew's cross, blindfolded and naked, thin pink lines marking his chest. A Domme in a metallic red bodysuit, fishnets, and red high heels, whispered something that made him smile and nod. She pinched his nipple playfully, producing a yelp, then went to retrieve a toy, her steps swaying and slow. Mina could feel his anticipation while the people talked amongst themselves. She took a shaky breath in.
"I'm excited to be here! This place is amazing," she marveled.
"Wait til you see the basement," the Goddess winked and laughed, patting Mina's hand gently. "But that is another day! Tonight, we talk business."
Just before the entry were two hallways. Deidre led her down the left. It was lined with candelabras, oblong tables, and square mirrors. There were more baskets like the ones on the porch. They passed by elegantly detailed wood doors with glittering knobs. Mina wondered what laid beyond.
They reached the end of the hall and were welcomed by a massive photograph. A naked woman hung in profile about a foot from the ground, cradled in red Shibari rope. Her arms were bound tight to her back, hands gripping her elbows. One leg curved upwards behind her and the other pointed down. Brown hair flowed free. Every part of her, except above her neck, was adorned with red diamonds. She seemed at peace, her face serene, her gaze towards the floor. It was if she were sleeping.
Mina's body was on fire, her mind the same. She felt her cheeks grow hot. A little past the picture was a pair of doors that were smaller than the others, but had no less of a presence. They were the original doors of the house, the weathered wood a shade duller than the exterior white paint. She stood by two roaring lions while Deidre muttered at the keypad.
The doors opened and Mina was stunned by the huge windows that pronounced each wall. The billowing red curtains were drawn, and the view of the night made her artistic heart yearn. The furniture was sleek and black, different from the updated plush of outside. The floor was in the same condition as the door, but was protected by thick black and white Persian rugs. To the other side, there was a small kitchen, with cupboards and a sink matching the era of the house. There was a modern fridge and a long black table with regular dining chairs. In the corner, there was another door and keypad. A shining vintage liquor cart was nestled by a lazy fire. A loud moan came from behind the couch.
"Dylan, honestly!" Deidre scolded as they rounded the corner. A woman, nude except for a pink garter belt, was laying back on the cushions, a man's eager head and quick hand between her legs. Mina's lips parted at the sight and she looked away. Neon green hair hung over the edge of the seat and along small, perky breasts. Dylan started grinding her pussy against the man's face, his groans muffled by her flesh. Her breath was hitched, her chest heaving, and Mina couldn't help but lick her lips at the sound. Dylan screamed, her body growing red. She was in complete concentration, her hips spazzing before she arched her back and came, hard. She writhed and gripped his hair, moaning and cumming and shaking, all the while his tongue kept flicking her clit. Deidre took Mina's hand and quietly left the room, shutting the door on Dylan's wild release.
Outside, a trio rounded the corner. A bearded man, tattooed and thin with a buzz-cut, was dressed in a leather vest and pants. He had multiple facial piercings, big hoop earrings, and his lips were dark green. A V-neck clung to the other man's muscular frame, opened deep to reveal a wide, smooth chest. He wore dark red loafers, black slacks, various gold rings, and his hair naturally lush. The woman was in a bright red dress, short and snug on an ass bigger than Deidre's toned cheeks. Dirty blonde hair ran from down her shoulder in a long, thick braid. Mina's portfolio was in her purple manicured hands.
"What luck! Wilhemina, this is Mistress Nadine, and Masters Jonathan and Xo."
"Mina, please," they shook hands politely.
"Dylan's with Seb," Deidre informed. They stood awkward for a moment until Nadine broke the silence.
"So Mina, how long have you been in the scene?" She asked, a dimple in her cheek.
"About eight years. I took a break for school but came back when I realized I-," she was going to say 'needed it' but thought again, "-missed it."
Nadine raised her eyebrows, surprised those words came so bluntly, "Your honesty is refreshing."
The door opened and Dylan stood in a black robe, her hair a mess. A man the Army must've built kissed her shoulder before leaving. They all sat at the table and Mina placed her camera on her lap.
"It tells a story, no?" Xo looked at her past a thick curl, unzipping her portfolio.
"Yes. The journey of a submissive," Mina took a breath, preparing her words. "The first picture, as you can see, she's fully clothed, turned slightly away. She's shy, yet willing. Pliable," Mina's eyes swept over the Masters and Mistresses of Salvation as they thumbed through the pages. "The photographs follow her as she grows, and they're evidence of her choice to submit. They record her limits, they capture her serenity, her tears, the pain, the pleasure. I wanted to show her devotion through these pictures, but it was hard, not having that experience firsthand..."
They murmured. "Or something like that," Mina said, uncertain.
"Do keep that confidence, dear. You'll need it!" Jonathan advised. Nadine poked his bicep. "What! It's true... Only the truly wicked can survive here." He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed, his hoops jingling.
"I hope I live up to your expectations," Mina rebutted. He seemed taken aback, but then laughed even louder, causing Dylan to roll her eyes.
"As you know, this is an exclusive club, so first and foremost, discretion is the utmost priority. As these pictures will be your creative property, we can't stop you from using them in your portfolio. But we require that you do not share names or location, and the models must sign a release form. Also, you may not use these pictures for any other ventures," Deidre presented her with a few pages stapled together, and a pen. "Second-"