Melissa Larson was exhausted laying on the leather couch of The Studio as Jannette let the black security guard get dressed and escorted him from the room. Returning, she took note of the naked woman who minutes earlier had been fucking the first black cock of her life. All told, it was only the fourth man she had ever been with, but her career as a submissive slut was still in its infancy.
"So, did you enjoy that?" Jannette smiled.
Melissa looked up at the young woman and slid up on the couch a bit, "Oh my God. I'm not sure I've ever been fucked liked that. It was amazing. No, more than amazing. I didn't know sex could feel like that," she added.
"What is this place?" she asked looking around the room. Outside of the couch she was sitting on, there appeared to be a few tables with various sex toys, chains hanging down from the ceiling where just minutes before a city elected official had been hanging by his arms -- nude! Off to the right seemed to be a restroom and the building itself was in some sort of a warehouse district -- a section of the city with which she was very unfamiliar.
Jannette looked at her and without answering, moved over to a counter. She retrieved a bottle and two glasses. Just to the left of the counter was a small refrigerator. Jannette took a container out and dropped what appeared to be ice cubes in the glasses. Each made a distinctive sound as she took the bottle and poured a golden liquid over the ice.
"You like tequila?" she asked.
"I'm not much of a drinker really," Melissa responded.
Jannette had a sly smirk on her face. "Well, drink this anyway," she directed as she handed the glass to Melissa.
"You already know it's called 'The Studio.' But the performances here are, well, let's just say not your G-Rated shows. We entertain a special clientele and it's a venue used by several of our members. It's a secure and discreet facility where members can feel free to act on their impulses away from the scrutiny of the public eye.
"Like our city councilman..."
"Like our city councilman," Jannette smiled back. "...and each month, we have a little show, a presentation of sorts, to entertain our valued members."
"What kind of show?" Melissa inquired.
Jannette took a long sip of her tequila. "Well again, not something you see every day anywhere else," she smiled.
Melissa looked into the glass. She couldn't recall the last time she had tequila. College spring break when she was in school maybe. That was 20 years ago. She took a sip and winced.
"Oh my," she gasped slightly. It's been a long time since I had something like this," taking a few more sips of the beverage.
"It's Don Julio. Good stuff," Jannette added as she walked back over, retrieved the decanter and poured more into Melissa's glass.
"So, what's the story with you and Wayne Simpson and where is he? I thought he would be here," Mel inquired.
"Wayne has left you in my care. Don't take it personally. It's not that he's not interested in having sex with a beautiful woman like you, its just he's more into the end game... so to speak," Jannette informed her.
"and what pray tell is the end game?" Melissa shot back.
"I thought he made that clear. The end game is you being a submissive slut," the young woman laughed. "One of the leading women in her field....a doctor, accomplished author and speaker....a mom," she paused with a glint in her eye, "transformed into a sex craved sub who can't get enough cock."
Despite the warmth of the room, Melissa felt her skin tingle and the hairs on her arms stand on end at the thought. Images of the city councilman on his knees feasting between her legs flooded her mind. Her sucking on that long black cock, allowing a man...no, actually begging the man, to cum in her hot pussy as he fucked her minutes later. Who was this woman she was becoming?
Mel took another long drink of her tequila. The golden beverage seemed to slide down her throat with ease, warm and smooth now.
"And you, how do you fit in all this?" Melissa asked. "I recall seeing that picture in his study. The pen and ink... that was you," she added. "Yet, you don't appear to be a submissive. Not like the guy earlier... or me."
It was the first time Melissa had referred to herself as a submissive but she was quickly coming to terms with exactly what she was and what was expected.
Jannette sat down on the couch. She took another sip and then set the glass on an end table.
"True, I was a sub. Very much like you. No, different than you. I sought out a dom partner. You... you were coerced I guess you could say. But here you are."
"So, you sought out Simpson?" Melissa inquired.
"No, not really. I was about six months out of Law School, working with a large legal firm here in town. Wayne was a client. I was brought in on one of his arbitration cases. At first it was strictly professional. He asked me to dinner and drinks but I told him I didn't go out with clients. Besides, I knew he was married. But he countered, it was his dime, and I could bill him. Initially I kept trying to keep things on a purely professional level. But he can be persistent..."