Marc and his beautiful red haired partner entered the towering black doors of their local BDSM club arm in arm, the dominance radiating from them both as the doorman swept his arm out wide to usher them inside. Marc was dressed in sharp suit trousers, a crisp white shirt and red waistcoat, while she wore a deep red corset and black full skirt which fell in cascades from her sumptuous hips, her breasts almost escaping the corset with each and every breath. Topped off with fishnet stockings and lace fingerless gloves, she looked both mysterious and powerful, a simmering sexual power surrounded them.
As they passed through the halls of the club, other members stopped and watched them, curious to work out who was the dominant and who was the submissive, with many hoping they would get to see the dynamic between them play out in their scene.
Frustratingly for those onlookers, tonight was a closed scene, for the two of them only. The doorman led them to their private room, golden key in the door. Marc slipped him a handsome tip and winked.
'No matter what you hear tonight, we are not to be disturbed,' he ordered quietly.
'Yes sir, very good,' snapped the doorman and returned to his post.
Marc opened the door, and bowed his head to one side.
'Would Madame care to enter this den of inequity with me?' he smiled.
'Your Mistress chooses to enter,' she stated looking him straight in the eyes.
She smirked as she stalked into the room, then swirled on the spot and pinned him against the back of the door, kissing him deeply as she grasped his rapidly hardening cock through his trousers.
Marc brought his hand up to his Mistress's neck as they kissed, travelling round to the back of her head, fingers weaving into her flowing red hair. Suddenly he curled his hand into a fist in her hair, pulling her defiant gaze to the ceiling, and unclasped the first two fastenings of her corset, allowing her milky white tits their release. She gasped as Marc kept a firm hold of her hair and begin to roll her nipples between his fingers. He let out a growl as he lowered his lips to her erect nipples and nibbled on the sensitive nub.
As he heard the difference in her moans, her defiance softening to submission under his influence, he walked his 'Mistress' to the nearest wall and captured her wrists in the handcuffs hanging from the rough stone wall. As he clicked them closed around her wrists, Marc could see the fire in her eyes and chuckled.
'Now now Red, I never said I'd play fair tonight.'
Red hissed in response as he roughly pinched both nipples.
'Good luck if you think you're going to force an orgasm from me tonight....Master,' she stated.
His face lit up at the challenge from his defiant sub.