Spirituality and Dominance

Heather pressed into the chest of the young man she had been talking with. He was tall but certainly not over six foot but he was taller than her and in her book that was her first requirement. He wore a black coat with assless chaps and the front folded out allowing for his cock to come out. Heather unbuttoned the flap and leaned into him. His nervous expression changed to one of blissful excitement as Heather licked her hand and started stroking his fleshy pole. He moaned as she stroked it with her palm and fingers and curled around the ridge. Heather spread her legs over him and left his firmness glide along the outside of her wetness. His youth and inexperience showed as he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. She grabbed them and placed them on her breasts and moaned. His hands tenderly groped her small breasts and she hoped he would start taking over. Heather was thirty percent dominant and seventy percent submissive. She wasn’t shy about starting something but she enjoyed it when the guy took control. This guy though was not confident in his ability to take over, not yet. She slid off and he opened his eyes and looked at her. Heather pulled out a pen and wrote her number on his arm. 

“Call me sometime.” She said and walked off. Heather had given out her number to five guys and had touched three of them. Only one actually touched her back which was disappointing but nevertheless she enjoyed herself. She walked across the room and found Kaelynn sitting in a chair alone.

“Lynn? You okay?” 

Kaelynn looked to Heather with an expression of daze and confusion mixed with surprise and astonishment. 

“Lynn. What’s wrong? What happened to the guy?” 

Kaelynn lifted up her hand and showed Heather the card who snatched it and turned it over in her fingers. 

“So what happened?” Heather asked.

“He wants to date me. And we are meeting tomorrow after I get off work.” Kaelynn replied.

“That’s...wait what? You are going to date him, date him? Like go out and get to know each other date him?” 

Kaelynn nodded her head, eyes glazed over. 

“That was what you wanted. Right?” Heather asked.

Kaelynn nodded again.

“Then why do you look like you just got slapped in the face?” 

“Heather.” Kaelynn said. “Look at the name on the card.”

Heather turned the card over and looked at the name engraved in silver lettering. 

“Tristan...Claymore…” Heather said the name as if she were rolling a piece of cookie dough around in her mouth. Tasting it and feeling it out. “Tristan Claymore. Why does that sound familiar?” 

Kaelynn waited and watched her friend as the realization of why that name sounded familiar crossed her mind. Her jaw fell open and her brows lifted up to meet her hairline. 

“Claymore? Like Harrison Claymore of Claymore industries? Leading producer of-“

“-all things combat and security related.” Kaelynn finished.

“You are going to be dating the son of a millionaire.” Heather said in astonishment. 

“Heather.” Kaelynn replied. “Tristan Claymore is the owner of the company since his father retired. He is a multimillionaire.” 

“I get felt up by a few strangers meanwhile you are getting to know a friggin million...sorry...multimillionaire.” Heather said but she noticed Kaelynn still looked stunned. “What’s really bothering you?”

“I...just didn’t expect this is all.” Kaelynn replied. 

“Don’t think about it Lynn. Enjoy this. Wherever it takes you, enjoy it.” Heather replied.

“Wow. Heather those were wise words coming from you. I didn’t know you had wisdom like that.”

“Shut up and let’s go.” Heather chuckled and walked out.

Tristan stood in front of the mirror and double checked his outfit. He was a master of the art of dominance and as such, he found it best to dress the part and hold himself to a high standard. He dressed in a pair of deep black wide legged pants which had a series of silver rings and fabric straps that crossed at the back. He wore a black sleeveless high collared button up with a scarlet tie and a silver clip. Strapped through his black basket weave belt were several fabric cases. One of which held handcuffs and another that held a flashlight. Hanging from a metal ring was a three foot long red and black leather flogger with beaded knots at the end for an extra bite of pain. Sheathed in a harness at the back of his belt was a two foot long wooden paddle which had been engraved with the words ‘Master’s Toy’. On the tips of his fingers were small claw-like rings which were dull but added to his dominant appearance. He laced up his black combat boots which had studded sides. Several straps on his pants had very real silver studs and around his wrists were thick leather cuffs with three rows of sharp silver studs. Tattooed on the top of his right hand was a long bladed sword with a ‘V’ shaped guard and straight hilt. He stared at the tattoo and felt a pulse of power as if it recognized him. Tristan got up and as he crossed the apartment, his boots resonated through the wooden floor with each step. He snatched up his car keys and walked out. 

The Untamed Sailor was a single level building with a ten foot tall sculpture of a pirate like sailor holding a beer in one hand a sword in the other. The large building was split into three different rooms with collapsible walls that folded into slots in the walls. Each room was five hundred dollars to rent for the day and for this event, all the rooms had been rented. Chairs lined the walls and white fold out tables were spread across one side of the room from wall to wall. Bowls of snacks, trays of heated food and racks of desserts filled the table buffet style. Heather pulled into the lot which was completely packed with a massive array of vehicles. The entire lot had a capacity of one hundred and fifty vehicles and with one hundred twenty people registered there would be more than enough room. 

“Holy shit. It’s packed.” Heather exclaimed as they got out.

“Well the event started at five. It’s no surprise really.” Kaelynn replied, checking to make sure her straps were all away from being closed in the door as she shut it. They crossed the parking lot and just inside the doors was a row of white tables where a pair middle aged women dressed in furry costumes sat waiting with clipboards and name tags and markers.

“Names?” The furry dog dressed woman asked.

“Shrieking Harpy.” Heather replied.

“Submissive Siren.” Kaelynn replied and the women checked the lists until they found the names and then wrote them onto self adhesive tags.

“Have fun.” The furry cat dressed woman said.

“Thanks.” Heather replied and pulled Kaelynn through the break in the table and through a curtain of dark material and into the main room which was bustling with kinksters. Never before had they seen such a culmination of kinked-out people in one place. There were masters leading leashed slaves. Furries making out against the walls. There were soft-core kinksters, hard-core kinksters and everything in between. No one looked at Heather or Kaelynn with a strange expression as they walked in. In fact Heather was dressed casually in comparison to some of the other kinksters who wore barely anything. Soft music played overhead giving a nice atmosphere to the event. 

“Okay. Start looking.” Heather said.

“What? We just got here.” Kaelynn replied. 

“Yeah and? Look over there-“ Heather pointed across the room where a cluster of decent looking men in leather leaned against the wall looking over the barely dressed women. One of the men was obviously looking at the barely dressed guys in the crowd. 

“-there are guys ready to bang and that means there is only a matter of time before they start getting taken. So let’s find your Dominant Dragon so I can start searching for my meat.”

Kaelynn shot Heather an unamused expression but nodded. They walked the outer perimeter of the room checking the seats and everyone in them. After a fifteen minute walk around they started searching the mass of people who were talking and some were grinding while others were taking it just a little further. Sex was prohibited at events but nothing forbade forplay and light touching. They moved through the people looking for muscular tall men with pale tan skin and black hair. 

“I don’t think he’s here.” Karen said as she looked back at the check in people. “Go and enjoy yourself. I’m going to go see if the check-in ladies can tell me.” 

“Good luck.” Heather replied and turned her attention to a pair of guys in leather assless chaps.

“Happy hunting.” Kaelynn said and watched Heather stalk off into the crowd. Hip plugged tail swayed as she walked provocatively across the room drawing the eyes of all sexes. Heather was a slutty sister but Kaelynn loved her like any older sister would. She turned to the check in couple.

“Excuse me? Have you checked in anyone by this name?” Kaelynn asked and held up the folded piece of paper with the man’s kinksters name on it. The woman dressed in the cat outfit flipped through the list. 

“Welcome sir.” Said the dog furry woman. 

A rush of cold pressure crept across Kaelynn’s skin and pressed upon her body and mind. She felt momentarily frozen in place and everything slowed down. The pages slowed as the woman flipped through them. The soft music sounded slurred and sour as if she was hearing it from underneath the water. She could see the massive looming shadow of the man standing behind her like a mountain at sunset. 

“What is your name sir?” The woman asked.

Kaelynn knew the man’s name before he even said it. She felt it instinctively and a feeling of deja vu swept through her and the words spilled from her mouth without even thinking. 

“Dominant Dragon.” Kaelynn said and slowly she turned around and met his eyes. Dark garnet eyes that observed her with the force of a predator observing a potential prey. Kaelynn couldn’t stop the moistness that slackened her thighs and caused her cervix to tighten. He was slightly over average in height but at that moment he looked like a mountain of manly dominance. His voice was as deep as a chasm and as smooth as melted chocolate. 

“Do I know you?” He asked.

“Ummm...I...a…” 

“Here you are sir.” The woman said as she handed him the tag which he attached to his chest. Kaelynn watched his toned arms bulge with thick muscle as he applied pressure to the tag. His eyes never left Kaelynn and she was pinned beneath the pressure of his gaze. Like a gazelle trapped under a lion’s hold.

“Are you well?” He asked gently.

“Umm...sorry I am. I just...yeah, I need to find a friend.” Kaelynn replied and quickly walked off and vanished into the crowd where she found Heather pressing her tail into the stunned hips of a much too young man. 

“Heath-I mean Harpy.” Kaelynn said and smiled at the young man who was barely eighteen. “Sorry, I need to borrow my friend real quick.” She said and pulled Heather by the arm and over to the edge of the room. 

“What the hell?” Heather asked angrily. 

Kaelynn pointed to the man in the black gothic outfit, a flogger swinging from his hip and a paddle sheathed at his back. All muscle and manly composure. Heather’s anger fell away and she stared at him with lustful hungry eyes. 

“That’s him?” She asked. “Did you talk to him?”

“I tried, but...he-“

“Oh my god. He dominated you with his presence?” Heather chuckled.

“I guess. Yeah.” Kaelynn replied and blushed. It was true that she felt immediately submissive within his presence. She felt like he had the ability to control her with simple words. Not long drawn out commands or anything like that...just words from him might have been enough. That thought scared her a little. She wondered if this was what it felt like to meet her real master. 

“Lynn.  Go. Talk. To. Him.” Heather said and spanked her with enough force to make it sting. Kaelynn walked across the room and once she was ten paces away she felt that familiar pressure. It was a sensation that told her that he commanded everything inside of his space. He was master of everything and everyone in his space and at that moment, she was inside his space. The submissive side of her was ready and willing to bow before him. To submit to his desires and adhere to whatever he wanted...however he wanted it...whenever he wanted it. A shiver ran up her spine and she realized that she had frozen in place again. Kaelynn tore herself away from it and looked up to find he was right in front of her. His garnet gaze was upon her, ordering her to submit to him; and she really wanted to. Fuck, it frightened her how much she wanted to. Tristan had met many women. He had been approached by dozens...scores of women who wanted to be used by him and be touched by him. However he had never felt such a strong desire to dominate them in the way he wanted to dominate this woman. She was stunning and gorgeous in a way that he had never seen before. Her purple and black studded leather and mesh outfit was classy yet slutty without being too much or too little of either. She was a refined and thick woman without being fat. She had muscle and she wore it well. Tristan wanted to dominate her in ways he had never desired to dominate another. Visions of her on hands and knees before him crossed his mind. It was a good thing he decided to wear his compression shorts otherwise his quickly stiffening fleshy sword would have been showing much more than he would’ve wanted it to. 

“Would you like to come sit with me.” He asked.

“Yes.” She replied and followed him to a pair of chairs that sat apart from others who were sitting a few over. 

“So, Submissive Siren. How is it that you know of me?”

“My friend and I noticed your name on the site and she looked at your profile.” Kaelynn replied.

“Ah...that makes sense. Are you here with a dominant or here to simply enjoy yourself?” He asked. Under normal circumstances he would not ask such a question within the first few minutes of meeting someone but he felt like he needed to know and a part of him felt like she wanted him to ask. 

“Actually…” she blushed and thought about looking away but couldn’t tear herself from his gaze. “I came here to meet you.” 

“Why me?” Tristan asked, completely taken aback.

“Well-“ Kaelynn blushed and felt herself flush as the truth wiggled its way to the surface. “-truth be told. I’m here without a dominant and I’m looking for a...well a partner.” 

“You are looking to date?” He asked, surprise evident on his face.

With each new question that he asked, Kaelynn felt the truth immediately rise up. It was like she couldn’t deny him the truth. He wasn’t even commanding or demanding, just simply asking.

“I am.” She replied. “I’ve been looking for awhile but I sort of stopped a few months back. And...you want to date?” She asked hesitantly.

“I do. I stopped looking about a year ago. I got tired of all the meaninglessness to the sex. All the people I encountered wanted to be used but only once. There wasn’t anything else to it. I want to have someone I can shape and mold. Someone I can enjoy on and off the metaphorical harness. If that makes sense.” 

Kaelynn was literally dripping from her pussy. She could feel the wetness seeping into the fabric of her panties. He had turned on the faucet to her vagina and it wasn’t stopping. This man had just described her fantasy. She wanted a partner, a dominant who would take her and mold her to his needs and desires. 

“It makes perfect sense. In fact…” she bit the corner of her lip. She was about to hand herself over to him, right then and there. No questions asked. The submissive in her had taken over and all logic had been locked up tight. She wanted to be his. To be his slave, his submissive and his property. Never before had she felt so eager and so ready to hand over her freewill to someone. She opened her mouth to speak but it was him who spoke first.

“Perhaps we could get to know one another? Would you be comfortable meeting me...tomorrow outside of this? How about the park off Grand and Seventh street?” Tristan asked.

“You want to get to know me?” She asked, confusion spread across her face. 

“Yes. If we are going to date, I would like to date you as a person and not just the submissive you.” He replied.

Kaelynn melted into a puddle of moist disbelief. This man was perfect. He wanted to get to know her as a person and not just some object. Not just some piece of human clay he could mold and sculpt. She wondered if this was all a dream. If maybe she had hit her head coming out of the shower and was unconscious on the floor. If that was the case she hoped she would never wake up. 

“I’d love that.” Kaelynn replied. Tristan smiled a toothy smile and as his teeth unveiled from his lips, she froze. He had two sets of incisors and both were pointy and fang like. Visions of him biting her neck drifted into her mind and she felt a sudden gush between her legs and a shiver ran up her spine. Tristan concealed his fangs and reached into his wallet and withdrew a black business card and handed it to her. On one side was a number and on the other was his name. 

“Tristan Claymore?” She said and then the name struck her like a club upside the head. He reached down and picked up her hand like it was a delicate flower and kissed it softly. 

“Tomorrow at five.” He said more than asked.

Kaelynn nodded and watched him walk off and vanish like smoke in the darkness and then she realized that the crowd of people had thinned and a lot more than a few minutes had passed by. 

Kaelynn stood in front of the closet door which looked slightly out of place in the living room however it was the perfect size for her...needs. She twisted the silver handle and opened the white door and stared upon her collection. Hours of overtime at work, putting in fifty hours or more a week had all paid off. Sitting in the closet was a three foot high solid oak dresser with three drawers. Each drawer had been dedicated to a specific article and each drawer had been lined with purple velvet cloth. She slid open the top drawer and looked at the collection of silver and silicone anal plugs. She had a set of three metal plugs, each one bigger than the last with a purple jewel at the end. The set of three black silicone plugs were longer and slightly thinner with ‘U’ shaped ends that formed along her crack without irritation. She pulled out the medium sized silicone plug and closed the drawer. The second drawer was filled with two separate pairs of purple and black handcuffs, a purple ball gag, a purple and black flogger and whip and a matching blind fold. She pulled out the whip and closed the drawer. The bottom drawer was filled with different vibrators and vaginal toys. She didn’t bother opening that drawer. She turned her attention to the hanging outfit of purple and black and silver that was going to be her attire for the evening’s event. The top was a leather and mesh tank top that thinned to straps at the middle. The leather shoulder straps had spiked studs and at the back and front they had silver loops for an assortment of things. The front was a tightly stitched mesh lining which covered her breasts but still allowed the flesh to bleed through in places. The leather straps at the waist allowed for her flat stomach to show and connected to a purple fabric skirt that flared out from her hips and ended just below her thighs. Long straps with silver spikes flowed down the skirt and dangled unattached to the fabric. While Heather didn’t want her to wear panties, Kaelynn wasn’t so comfortable with her holes exposed at an event with dozens of horny men and women who liked to touch when they felt in the mood. She walked across the apartment and into the bathroom. Sitting on the sink was a small push tube of lubricant. She coated her finger in the water resisted lubricant and smeared it onto the two inch long black plug. The tip of the plug pressed against her tight pink anus. Kaelynn felt a rush of enjoyment and pleasure as the plug widened her anus and slid all the way until the ‘U’ shaped handle fell flush with the curve of her ass. She stood up and adjusted herself and started putting together her outfit. First the panties and then the skirt. She attached her dark purple bra and then the top and one by one she snapped the loose ends of the top to the bottom. 

“Hey Lynn?” Heather called from the door as she came in. 

“Bathroom.” Kaelynn replied as she started putting on her makeup. Purple eyeliner and black mascara on with a little blush to complete the image. Rarely did Kaelynn ever wear makeup except on the fanciest of occasions. Heather walked in wearing something that was barely legal by even porn-star standards. She wore nipple caps and no bra not that she truly needed one since her breasts barely stuck out. She wore black panties which were sliced down the middle allowing her an easy access to genitals should the occasion call for it, which it most likely would. Dangling from her ass was a two foot long fuzzy black cat tail which was obviously attached to an anal plug. She wore stiletto high heels and black cat ears and had long white nails. To complete the picture she had even attached whiskers to her cheeks. There was no denying it, Heather Kittery was a slutty kitty and even Kaelynn found her mildly attractive. However the guys would be falling over each other to get even a close up of her...well everything. Heather looked Kaelynn up and then down and then up again and around and gave her a slight nod of approval. If Heather had it her way, Kaelynn wouldn’t be wearing panties and her large breasts would be exposed and much more of her ass.

“I’m glad you wore it at least.” Heather said as Kaelynn snapped the dark purple lipstick vial together and slid it into the pocket of her skirt. 

“I told you I would and I have. So, are you ready to go?” Kaelynn asked.

“Hell yes. Are you ready to meet this Dominant Dragon?” Heather asked with a smile that pushed her whiskers up. 

“I am. I’m actually really looking forward to it.” 

“What will you say to him?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know. I’m just going to let the conversation start organically. No point in using a pick-up line if he’s the real deal.” Kaelynn shrugged.

“Lynn my sexy little Lynn. Such a romantic you are.” Heather shook her head.

“What’s wrong with that?” Kaelynn asked, slightly insulted. She was a romantic...while it might not have been in the purest of sense she still wanted to be loved and held and romanticized by a guy, even if that guy was binding her and bruising her and beating her with his long and hard…

“Lynn.” Heather interrupted her thoughts. “If you are going to meet this guy don’t you think you should be putting your sluttiest, sexiest foot forward?” Heather asked.

“Umm Heather. He doesn’t have any nude or dick pics on his profile. He might actually care for a little sophistication.” 

Heather opened her mouth to retort but then thought about that and realized a man who didn’t have revealing pictures might be a little more into classy than slutty. 

“Fine. But you are getting boned tonight.” Heather said and slapped Kaelynn across the ass.

“Ow!” 

“Move it! We’ve got a party to get to.”

Tristan wore a pair of deep black wide legged pants that ended just under the ankles and floated above his black shined combat boots. His black long sleeved shirt with a red tribal dragon design across the front was tucked into his pants. A black tie with a silver clip hung down the center of his shirt which fit to his muscular frame. He sat down on the bench in his hallway and laced his boots until they were tight and snug. Tristan liked when things were tight and properly fitted. It wasn’t just the appearance but the assurance that he desired. He disliked seeing people with belts on only to have their pants sag below their asses. It made him feel the urge to grab their pants and pull them straight up and into their testicles. He had almost done that a time or two but under better judgment decided against it. As he tied the laces and stood up he grabbed the leather cuff that hung on the wall and snapped it on. He ran his fingers of the engraved ‘S’ and ‘D’ in the leather and smirked. Tristan was proud of who he was. He was proud to be a dominant. Most people assumed that being a dominant kinkster simply came naturally. The feeling of dominance was what came naturally. The act of dominating another completely took time and training and practice. Tristan had struggled through many moments of guilt and insecurity. He had trained not just his body but his mind to become the confident dominant master of BDSM that he was. He inspected himself in the full body mirror before he left and locked the door behind him. His two door midsize sedan was a mix of black and red with streaks of silver running up the front. While most men liked flashy and ostentatious vehicles and large ridiculously overdone trucks, Tristan enjoyed a smooth mid-sized vehicle. It allowed him to fit into any space and allowed him to make quick turns in narrow streets. Besides, he had nothing to make up for in the masculine department. He was confident in himself and didn’t need a vehicle to makeup for anything he lacked. He shifted the gear into drive and pulled up to the gate of his complex and waited for it to open before pulling out onto the street. The drive downtown on a weekend morning would be similar to driving down a major highway on Monday morning. To that end, he decided to take side streets. It was ten minutes longer but he was in no rush. He stopped by a drive through barista and waited in line to pick up his coffee. A young blonde haired twenty year old in a bikini served the coffee and took the orders. He pulled up to the window and she popped her head out and smiled a wide bright smile.

“Morning Tristan.” She smiled.

“Good morning Stella. How are you? How are classes?” He asked.

“Busy morning but that’s what you get for a Saturday and I just started my next semester. Six more to go.” She said with exasperation. “Just the usual?” She asked.

“You know it.” He smiled back. 

Stella was a cute thin girl working her way through college to be a biologist. She studied during the evenings and worked as a bikini barista during the day. She was a sweet young girl with a hard working attitude and a bright future ahead of her. Stella popped her head back out and smiled. “Eight sixty Tristan.” 

He pulled out a twenty and handed it to her. “Keep the change Stella. You deserve it.” 

She blushed and her smile widened.

“You spoil me Tristan.” She replied and handed him the coffee. 

“Someone needs to.” He said.

Stella blushed even harder and he waved as he drove off and joined the flow of traffic. Stella watched him leave until he was out of sight. Her cheeks still red and her smile still wide. 

Tristan pulled into the lot of a three story business complex. No name or label or symbol was displayed on any of the sides. It was the kind of place that if you knew what it was then you didn’t need to see a logo attached. He parked his car in an employee only spot, right between a large SUV and midsize white truck. Both vehicles barely fit the allotted spaces. He got out and manually locked his car and walked in through the doors. On either side of him were security guards in black uniforms. They scanned him head to toe and waved him through. He walked across the open lobby and to the receptionist’s desk where a woman in her early thirties sat in a grey chair with a headset on and her face firmly locked into a set of computer screens. 

“Good morning Kelly.” Tristan said in his usual deep but gentle voice. 

Kelly’s firm and focused expression softened and her frown turned to a smile. Kelly was a mix of Indian and American with naturally dark skin and dark hair that she kept up in a bun while working. 

“Morning Mr. Claymore.” She replied.

He slid the second cup of coffee he had to her and her eyes widened in delight. “Thank you. I really needed this today.” She sipped the hot coffee and moaned with satisfaction. 

“White chocolate mocha, right?” He asked. 

“You know me so well.” She winked. “Oh, the others are upstairs waiting in conference room D.”

“Thanks Kelly.” He replied and walked up the stairs and across the hall to a large set of doors labeled with a bold ‘D’ on the front. He pushed open the doors and sitting around a large conference table were two men and one woman. All were dressed in deep black suits and had black hair and various shades of auburn eyes. The woman, pale skin and all sleek slender muscles sat poised with a notebook out and open. The two men, while very similar, had slightly different features. The one on the left had a narrow face that looked more like the woman’s and he had longer hair and sloping shoulders. The man on the right had broader shoulders and a square jaw. Tristan closed the door and flipped the lock and took his seat. The projector screen at the head of the room flashed and a man’s face, square and stern and hard appeared. He had bushy eyebrows and dark eyes that met theirs with an intensity that was enough to topple bowling pins instantly. 

“Good morning.” He said with a gritty gravelly voice. “I know it’s a weekend but business must go beyond work standards. Nonetheless, thank you for showing up. I’ve been watching this quarter’s numbers and they have improved from last quarter but they are still lower than first quarter. This needs to change.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman. “Shawna...you are responsible for the numbers and accounting department. Start arranging more accounts and see where debts can be filled and rearranged until things balance back out.”

She scribbled notes into her notebook with a black steel pen. 

“Morgan. We need more and new angles for attention and marketing without draining the accounts. Find a way.”

Morgan, the broad shouldered man nodded without saying a word.

“Derek. You are responsible for the training and distribution of it. I’ve seen a lack of that. I understand there is much going on but still, focus.” 

Derek nodded and sighed without giving away any emotional reflection. The tense man’s face and dark eyes shifted on the screen to Tristan who did not tense or react to the stare. Though it had the most heat of all.

“Tristan. You are the management here. Do not let these things fall out of alignment. It is your responsibility to keep things moving forward. Do not fail me and this company. You understand?” 

“Yes...father.” Tristan replied.

“Yes father.” The other three replied.

“Good. Now, onto a lighter subject. How are my grandchildren?” 

Shawna pulled out her phone and sent a series of photographs which made a pinging noise on the other side of the projector. Their father pulled out his phone and a smile creased his wrinkled face. For a man in his second century of life, he had few wrinkles. 

“So adorable. You will bring them up next weekend, correct?” He asked as he looked at the photos.

“Of course father. Helen and Haley are excited to see you.” Shawna replied, her aura of business vanished like clouds on a windy day.

“And how is Syrine?” Their father asked, turning his attention to Morgan. 

“Only one month left father. She is starting to really feel it coming.” He said and glanced down at his arm. “And I’m really feeling her stress of it.”

“Ha!ha! I remember when your mother was on her last week. She would get so irritated that she used to do the same thing. A strong woman your mother. How about Barbara?” 

Derek smiled, “she just got the test results and she is pregnant.” 

“Wonderful news indeed.” Their father smiled and that smile faded slightly as he looked at Tristan who spoke up before he could say a single thing.

“Sorry father. No news. I’ll keep you updated though on the management. I’ll come visit with Shawna though.”

The stern expression of their father returned. “Tristan. This is a noble family that traces back nearly a millennium. And-“

“Father.” Tristan interrupted his father forcefully. He looked to his siblings who looked slightly nervous and hesitant at being in attendance for the verbal battle that was about to ensue. 

“Brothers...Sister...I’ll be checking in tomorrow on your progress. Have solutions ready and numbers crunched.” Tristan said with the tone and edge of a leader and commander.

They got up and inclined their heads to their father on the screen and then to their brother before leaving the room and closing the door. Tristan stood up and straightened his shirt and tie. 

“Father. How many children did you have?” Tristan asked.

“Four.” He replied begrudgingly. 

“How many grandchildren will you have by the end of next year?” 

“Four.” His father replied. 

“How many siblings do you have?” Tristan asked, voice calm and steady. 

“Three.” He replied. 

“When I find my mate, and if...we decide to have children shall I inform you of the arrival of a child.”

“If?” His father asked shocked as if the word hurt him. “If you decide to have children? You surely mean when.”

“No father.” Tristan met his father’s dark eyes and his dark garnet eyes flared to life glowing a bright red. “If we, my mate and I, decide to have children. There is no you in this equation.” Tristan gestured to the empty seats before him. “You have strong armed my siblings into having children and the lineage is secure. You no longer need to worry about the continuation of the family name. But I will not be forced to bear children because my father believes it is the necessary thing to do.”

“How dare you!” His father roared. “I am your superior and your-“

“You are the former owner of a company that you gave to me. Not my brothers. Not my sister...no, you gave it to me.” Tristan snarled. “Now I love you father, you raised us well and you held strong after mother’s death. However, I am one hundred and twenty seven years old. If I choose to have children it will be with the right woman and I will not force her into children to soothe your egotistic desire to recapture parenthood.”

His father’s red face was a mask of fury and rage. 

“You ungrateful bas-“

“Not ungrateful at all father. I’m grateful for your handing over of the company and the way you raised us and still look in on us. However, my life and whom I choose to share it with or not, is of little concern to you.” 

“You will have children because it is your duty to-“

“Goodbye father.” Tristan said as he hit the power button in the projector screen and the entire room went dark. The darkness was comfort for him. The darkness did not judge him. It did not force him or yell at him. The darkness embraced him for everything he was and it did so in complete silence. Tristan slid back into the chair and dissolved into the darkness. 

Tristan wore a pair of deep black wide legged pants that ended just under the ankles and floated above his black shined combat boots. His black long sleeved shirt with a red tribal dragon design across the front was tucked into his pants. A black tie with a silver clip hung down the center of his shirt which fit to his muscular frame. He sat down on the bench in his hallway and laced his boots until they were tight and snug. Tristan liked when things were tight and properly fitted. It wasn’t just the appearance but the assurance that he desired. He disliked seeing people with belts on only to have their pants sag below their asses. It made him feel the urge to grab their pants and pull them straight up and into their testicles. He had almost done that a time or two but under better judgment decided against it. As he tied the laces and stood up he grabbed the leather cuff that hung on the wall and snapped it on. He ran his fingers of the engraved ‘S’ and ‘D’ in the leather and smirked. Tristan was proud of who he was. He was proud to be a dominant. Most people assumed that being a dominant kinkster simply came naturally. The feeling of dominance was what came naturally. The act of dominating another completely took time and training and practice. Tristan had struggled through many moments of guilt and insecurity. He had trained not just his body but his mind to become the confident dominant master of BDSM that he was. He inspected himself in the full body mirror before he left and locked the door behind him. His two door midsize sedan was a mix of black and red with streaks of silver running up the front. While most men liked flashy and ostentatious vehicles and large ridiculously overdone trucks, Tristan enjoyed a smooth mid-sized vehicle. It allowed him to fit into any space and allowed him to make quick turns in narrow streets. Besides, he had nothing to make up for in the masculine department. He was confident in himself and didn’t need a vehicle to makeup for anything he lacked. He shifted the gear into drive and pulled up to the gate of his complex and waited for it to open before pulling out onto the street. The drive downtown on a weekend morning would be similar to driving down a major highway on Monday morning. To that end, he decided to take side streets. It was ten minutes longer but he was in no rush. He stopped by a drive through barista and waited in line to pick up his coffee. A young blonde haired twenty year old in a bikini served the coffee and took the orders. He pulled up to the window and she popped her head out and smiled a wide bright smile.

“Morning Tristan.” She smiled.

“Good morning Stella. How are you? How are classes?” He asked.

“Busy morning but that’s what you get for a Saturday and I just started my next semester. Six more to go.” She said with exasperation. “Just the usual?” She asked.

“You know it.” He smiled back. 

Stella was a cute thin girl working her way through college to be a biologist. She studied during the evenings and worked as a bikini barista during the day. She was a sweet young girl with a hard working attitude and a bright future ahead of her. Stella popped her head back out and smiled. “Eight sixty Tristan.” 

He pulled out a twenty and handed it to her. “Keep the change Stella. You deserve it.” 

She blushed and her smile widened.

“You spoil me Tristan.” She replied and handed him the coffee. 

“Someone needs to.” He said.

Stella blushed even harder and he waved as he drove off and joined the flow of traffic. Stella watched him leave until he was out of sight. Her cheeks still red and her smile still wide. 

Tristan pulled into the lot of a three story business complex. No name or label or symbol was displayed on any of the sides. It was the kind of place that if you knew what it was then you didn’t need to see a logo attached. He parked his car in an employee only spot, right between a large SUV and midsize white truck. Both vehicles barely fit the allotted spaces. He got out and manually locked his car and walked in through the doors. On either side of him were security guards in black uniforms. They scanned him head to toe and waved him through. He walked across the open lobby and to the receptionist’s desk where a woman in her early thirties sat in a grey chair with a headset on and her face firmly locked into a set of computer screens. 

“Good morning Kelly.” Tristan said in his usual deep but gentle voice. 

Kelly’s firm and focused expression softened and her frown turned to a smile. Kelly was a mix of Indian and American with naturally dark skin and dark hair that she kept up in a bun while working. 

“Morning Mr. Claymore.” She replied.

He slid the second cup of coffee he had to her and her eyes widened in delight. “Thank you. I really needed this today.” She sipped the hot coffee and moaned with satisfaction. 

“White chocolate mocha, right?” He asked. 

“You know me so well.” She winked. “Oh, the others are upstairs waiting in conference room D.”

“Thanks Kelly.” He replied and walked up the stairs and across the hall to a large set of doors labeled with a bold ‘D’ on the front. He pushed open the doors and sitting around a large conference table were two men and one woman. All were dressed in deep black suits and had black hair and various shades of auburn eyes. The woman, pale skin and all sleek slender muscles sat poised with a notebook out and open. The two men, while very similar, had slightly different features. The one on the left had a narrow face that looked more like the woman’s and he had longer hair and sloping shoulders. The man on the right had broader shoulders and a square jaw. Tristan closed the door and flipped the lock and took his seat. The projector screen at the head of the room flashed and a man’s face, square and stern and hard appeared. He had bushy eyebrows and dark eyes that met theirs with an intensity that was enough to topple bowling pins instantly. 

“Good morning.” He said with a gritty gravelly voice. “I know it’s a weekend but business must go beyond work standards. Nonetheless, thank you for showing up. I’ve been watching this quarter’s numbers and they have improved from last quarter but they are still lower than first quarter. This needs to change.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at the woman. “Shawna...you are responsible for the numbers and accounting department. Start arranging more accounts and see where debts can be filled and rearranged until things balance back out.”

She scribbled notes into her notebook with a black steel pen. 

“Morgan. We need more and new angles for attention and marketing without draining the accounts. Find a way.”

Morgan, the broad shouldered man nodded without saying a word.

“Derek. You are responsible for the training and distribution of it. I’ve seen a lack of that. I understand there is much going on but still, focus.” 

Derek nodded and sighed without giving away any emotional reflection. The tense man’s face and dark eyes shifted on the screen to Tristan who did not tense or react to the stare. Though it had the most heat of all.

“Tristan. You are the management here. Do not let these things fall out of alignment. It is your responsibility to keep things moving forward. Do not fail me and this company. You understand?” 

“Yes...father.” Tristan replied.

“Yes father.” The other three replied.

“Good. Now, onto a lighter subject. How are my grandchildren?” 

Shawna pulled out her phone and sent a series of photographs which made a pinging noise on the other side of the projector. Their father pulled out his phone and a smile creased his wrinkled face. For a man in his second century of life, he had few wrinkles. 

“So adorable. You will bring them up next weekend, correct?” He asked as he looked at the photos.

“Of course father. Helen and Haley are excited to see you.” Shawna replied, her aura of business vanished like clouds on a windy day.

“And how is Syrine?” Their father asked, turning his attention to Morgan. 

“Only one month left father. She is starting to really feel it coming.” He said and glanced down at his arm. “And I’m really feeling her stress of it.”

“Ha!ha! I remember when your mother was on her last week. She would get so irritated that she used to do the same thing. A strong woman your mother. How about Barbara?” 

Derek smiled, “she just got the test results and she is pregnant.” 

“Wonderful news indeed.” Their father smiled and that smile faded slightly as he looked at Tristan who spoke up before he could say a single thing.

“Sorry father. No news. I’ll keep you updated though on the management. I’ll come visit with Shawna though.”

The stern expression of their father returned. “Tristan. This is a noble family that traces back nearly a millennium. And-“

“Father.” Tristan interrupted his father forcefully. He looked to his siblings who looked slightly nervous and hesitant at being in attendance for the verbal battle that was about to ensue. 

“Brothers...Sister...I’ll be checking in tomorrow on your progress. Have solutions ready and numbers crunched.” Tristan said with the tone and edge of a leader and commander.

They got up and inclined their heads to their father on the screen and then to their brother before leaving the room and closing the door. Tristan stood up and straightened his shirt and tie. 

“Father. How many children did you have?” Tristan asked.

“Four.” He replied begrudgingly. 

“How many grandchildren will you have by the end of next year?” 

“Four.” His father replied. 

“How many siblings do you have?” Tristan asked, voice calm and steady. 

“Three.” He replied. 

“When I find my mate, and if...we decide to have children shall I inform you of the arrival of a child.”

“If?” His father asked shocked as if the word hurt him. “If you decide to have children? You surely mean when.”

“No father.” Tristan met his father’s dark eyes and his dark garnet eyes flared to life glowing a bright red. “If we, my mate and I, decide to have children. There is no you in this equation.” Tristan gestured to the empty seats before him. “You have strong armed my siblings into having children and the lineage is secure. You no longer need to worry about the continuation of the family name. But I will not be forced to bear children because my father believes it is the necessary thing to do.”

“How dare you!” His father roared. “I am your superior and your-“

“You are the former owner of a company that you gave to me. Not my brothers. Not my sister...no, you gave it to me.” Tristan snarled. “Now I love you father, you raised us well and you held strong after mother’s death. However, I am one hundred and twenty seven years old. If I choose to have children it will be with the right woman and I will not force her into children to soothe your egotistic desire to recapture parenthood.”

His father’s red face was a mask of fury and rage. 

“You ungrateful bas-“

“Not ungrateful at all father. I’m grateful for your handing over of the company and the way you raised us and still look in on us. However, my life and whom I choose to share it with or not, is of little concern to you.” 

“You will have children because it is your duty to-“

“Goodbye father.” Tristan said as he hit the power button in the projector screen and the entire room went dark. The darkness was comfort for him. The darkness did not judge him. It did not force him or yell at him. The darkness embraced him for everything he was and it did so in complete silence. Tristan slid back into the chair and dissolved into the darkness. 

Cafe Hoshi Noir was a blend of French coffee with Japanese tea. The tables along the crimson colored walls were tall and white with equally tall legged black chairs. The tables around the center of the room were closer to the ground with cushions, reflecting a traditional Japanese setting. The entire blended setting mixed well, like butterscotch and Reese’s, unlikely but wonderful. All the employees wore black and white suits with red aprons. As Kaelynn walked in she was greeted with the fresh aroma of ground coffee beans and steeping green and black tea. Kaelynn wore her favorite outfit which made her stand out like a crow in a winter wonderland. She wore a long bright green dress which had the pattern of pink and yellow sugar skulls smiling. The dress ended at her shins and was bound around her waist with a knotted cord. Her shirt was a dark pink with a green ‘tree of life’ design on the front. The branches curled around her upheld breasts accentuating their full and perky appearance. Her dark brown hair fell to her lower back and swayed gently as she walked across the room to a table in the corner. Her best friend, Heather Kittery was a short woman with a thin and petite stature. Heather had dyed red hair that spilled over her tan skin. She stood just under five foot three with breasts that were barely a size B and had hips that seemed slightly too wide for her petite figure but still worked. She wore a white tank top and an almost too short red skirt that ended between her knees and middle thighs. Heather wore a black bracket on her wrist which had the ‘S’ wrapped around the ‘D’ engraved within the leather. It was the same that Kaelynn wore. To most it looked like a bracelet and nothing more...to those within the community, it meant much more. 

“Morning Lynn.” Heather said as Kaelynn sat down and raised her arm for one of the waitresses. “Already got you a coffee, blended with a light roast and whip cream.” 

“Thanks.” Kaelynn replied as she pulled out a straw from the holder next to her and started sucking up the frappe. After a few minutes of settling into coffee and allowing the subtle sounds of conversations around them dumb down some, their own conversation started.

“So tell me...how was it?” Kaelynn asked.

“Well-“ Heather grinned, “-boring.” Her grin fell as she drank her iced mocha. “He lasted fifteen minutes. Gave me maybe five minutes of foreplay and then guess what he did?”

“He fell asleep didn’t he?” Kaelynn asked, already knowing the answer.

“He fell the fuck to sleep.” Heather replied a little too loudly drawing the eyes of nearby people. “Who does that I mean really?” 

“I told you Heather. From the moment I met him he wasn’t going to be any good.” 

“I know.” Heather replied making a pained expression. “I should’ve listened to you. But I needed to get some. My girls were feeling unloved and unused.”

Kaelynn raised an eyebrow shooting her friend the expression that said ‘really?’

“I’m not like you Lynn.” Heather shot back. “I can’t go sexless for weeks on end waiting for the right guy.” 

“Discipline.” Kaelynn said, enunciating every syllable. 

“I have discipline.” Heather smirked.

“No. You get disciplined. There is a large difference.” Kaelynn replied. 

“When’s the last time you’ve been disciplined? Gregory Mallow was it?” Heather asked.

“If you could call that discipline even. He tied my wrists and blindfolded me and then came on my chest.” Kaelynn tossed up her hands in irritation. “What happened to all the real kinksters? The ones that saw this life as a way of living. As a form of art. Not just a way to get off.” 

“Isn’t that what it is?” Heather asked. 

“Well that’s the end result sure. But it should take hours, maybe days to reach that. Not a few dozen minutes.” 

“Lynn. You’re being too strict with it. Loosen up a little. You have to test the water some. You know? Dip your toe in the pool and see how it feels.” Heather said and drank another sip of coffee.

“Heather. I love you like a sister but no. I’m not going to go dipping my anything in anyone’s pool. When I meet the right one I’ll know.”

“Oh yeah? When will that be?” Heather asked sarcastically. 

“Maybe at the gathering.” Kaelynn replied.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. Where did that come from?” Heather asked. “I looked up and down that event posting but the poster is anonymous and the time stamp is erased. It’s like it just...I don’t know, appeared.” 

Kaelynn nodded in agreement and sucked in another mouthful of cold blended coffee. “No idea where it came from but I’m actually feeling a little tingly and excited. Did you see the number of people on the list?”

Heather pulled out her phone and opened the ‘IKink’ application which opened a shortcut to the BDSM LIFE webpage. Her eyes widened when she saw the number of people registered for that single event.

“One hundred and eleven?” Heather asked, surprise thick in her soft feminine voice.

“Oh. It was one hundred and ten last I looked. I wonder who else joined?” Kaelynn asked.

“Umm…” Heather scrolled through the list of names. Never had she ever seen so many people attending a singular event. Under normal circumstances a successful kinkster event had over twenty people. An event with over fifty was practically unheard of. Heather wasn’t even sure if she knew that there were over fifty within a thirty mile radius of the Untamed Sailor. 

“...here. The last person to join the event was someone named Dominant Dragon.” Heather opened the profile and scrolled through the images and description. After a few minutes of silence Kaelynn looked up from her coffee that she had been sucking down.

“Well? What is it?” 

Heather turned her phone to Kaelynn and opened a picture of the man who was named Dominant Dragon. He had short black hair and dark eyes that looked almost garnet red. He had pale tan skin and looked tall in the photo. He wore a black shirt and black pants which looked tight around his bulging muscles. Heather pulled away the phone too soon for Kaelynn’s liking.

“His profile says that he is twenty seven. Six foot two. Black hair. Brown eyes. Muscular. He is a Dominant-“

“Obviously.” Kaelynn interrupted, “What about his Biography?” 

“He is looking for a submissive who is…”

Heather’s stopped reading and Kaelynn waited for her to continue but when that didn’t happen she cleared her throat.

“Sorry, it’s just…”

“Just what? Out with it, don’t leave me hanging here.” Kaelynn demanded. 

“He is looking for a submissive...partner...possibly full time.” 

Kaelynn froze in place and blinked a few times.

“A...partner?” Kaelynn asked.

“That’s what it says here.” Heather replied.

Kaelynn was dumbfounded. No one ever wanted a partner. A kinky partner normally meant they wanted to date. Putting the word ‘date’ out into the BDSM community was like lighting up citronella around a swarm of mosquitoes. 

“Lynn. You might want to really meet this guy. I’m looking at his list of kinks and well he is right up your alley.” Heather said.

“What’s he got on there?” 

“Just about everything except for the nasty and disturbing ones. Whips, ropes, clamps, chains, toys and more.” Heather replied and locked her phone. “I rarely see anyone who openly displays their interest to date. You and him are probably the only two.” 

“Dominant Dragon was his name?” Kaelynn asked and scribbled it onto a napkin and folded it into her pocket.

“Are you thinking of meeting him at the gathering?” Heather asked, excitement on her face.

“No, we are going to.” Kaelynn replied. 

“You know normally I’d feel a little displeased being your wingwoman but I actually want to meet him too.” Heather said, a sly grin on her face. “I mean, can you imagine what his body must look like under that shirt?” 

“Wait. He didn’t have any nude pictures?” Kaelynn asked.

“No. All his pictures were of toys and contraptions and of him clothed. There wasn’t even a dick-pic.”

“Okay I have to meet him. What person on the site doesn’t have an openly displayed nude picture of the self? Even I have a couple.” Kaelynn replied as she started drinking down the last of her coffee. Chasing the last little clumps of ground ice and syrup with her straw. 

“Okay. I’ll pick you up at your place tonight at five.” Heather said. “And Lynn. Wear it this time.”

“Do I have to?” Kaelynn replied.

“No but you should.” Heather replied.

“Why? One good reason.” 

“I’ll give you two. The first; because you look damn hot in it and secondly, because your best friend in the whole world asked you to.” Heather smiled.

“Fine.” Kaelynn replied.

“Good. See you at five.” Heather said as she got up and wrapped Kaelynn in a hug and walked out. 

‘Sixty nine...seventy’ Tristan counted off in his head as he performed his final push-up of his morning routine workout. His pale tan skin rippled with muscle as his chest heaved in and out trying to catch up with his breath. He rolled over onto his back, spread his legs and started doing crunches. ‘One...two…’ he counted off silently as he flexed his abs with each crunch he did. His abdominal muscles tensed with each exhale and bulged with each flex. Each abdominal muscle looked as though it had been carved out of stone they were so defined. ‘Fifty two...fifty three…’ he breathed, eyes focused and face hardened into one of determination. His biceps bulged as he interlaced his fingers behind his head. His arms, along with most of his body was somewhere between bodybuilder and athletically fit. He did not have the massive bulging body of a bodybuilder but he had more muscles than a professional triathlete. ‘One-twenty-eight...one-twenty-nine…’ he flexed and breathed with each crunch. The burning in his muscles grew steadily but that pain was what drove him forward. What pushed him to continue onward. That pain was a lesson and a gift and a penance. It was less than a fraction of the pain that he inflicted upon his willing submissive. While she would be freely and willingly accepting and begging for the pain, it would still be pain. Tristan did not believe in causing pain without knowing what pain felt like. This was his way of knowing pain. ‘Two-hundred-twenty-one...two-hundred-twenty-two…’ the pain blazed like hot coals had been slipped beneath his skin and were boiling his blood. He continued though. He continued until his muscles ached and his bones strained and his joints cried out. He continued until he could physically not go anymore...and then he pushed on still. ‘Two-hundred-and-seventy-seven…’ sweat dropped down his pale red face and his auburn eyes glazed with determination and discipline. He exhaled another breath and recentered his focus as he leaned back for another crunch. Tristan was a dominant master of BDSM and he was proud to be such. He was a dominant in the lifestyle of the world of fetish and kinks. He controlled the willing and the submissive. It was who he was…what he was. However, there was only one thing missing. One very crucial aspect to the equation. He was a master without a submissive. ‘Three-hundred-and-twenty-five’ he gasped and fell back onto the hardwood flooring and in a puddle of his own sweat. His rippling chiseled abdomen flexed and unflexed with every breath. His skin shimmered with sweat in the morning light that glistened through the open window of his one story, two bedroom apartment. Tristan Claymore was not without the options for submissives. Not even slightly. He sat up and with quivering muscles he flopped onto the side of the bed and looked at his laptop which was already open and logged into ‘BDSM LIFESTYLE’ and he opened his mailbox. Tristan was without a submissive because he did not want just any submissive partner. No, he wanted a partner whom he felt for...yearned for and desired for. There were plenty of submissive women of many ages who sent him messages weekly about how they wanted to be dominated by him. However any woman he met just didn’t contain that special something he desired. There had to be...a spark of union. Like when lightning and sand meet they form glass. When water hits lava they form a solid material that is unlike any other. That was what he wanted, what he needed to feel. He needed to feel that special immutable...something. His testicles tightened at the idea of meeting that person. The idea of meeting that special person made him want to dominate them in every possible way. The art of domination was not something that simply meant subjugating another...no, it was a thing of beauty and commitment and trust. It was a two way street in a master and submissive relationship. He needed to know that his submissive would trust him and believe in him. He also needed to trust in them in the same way. The submissive would give themself to their master, mind, body and soul and he would protect that...honor that and respect that like it were a life all of its own. That sort of person was worth waiting to find. He could quench his cock in any woman but that would not make the desire to dominate disappear. The feel of willingly dominating someone who wanted to willingly be dominated was unlike anything else. It was a sensation that went far beyond traditional commitment and ceremony. It crossed the lines into anything that average people could understand. But once fully experienced...it was not something that could be looked away from. It was like going from seeing in black and white to seeing in color. Once seen with the eyes and felt with the heart, there was no going back. Most of the women he met would have allowed him to use them, in fact most would have allowed him to do just about anything as long as they got to feel him inside them. Tristan wanted more than sex, he wanted more than intercourse. He wanted to feel the intercourse of skin and touch. The intercourse of words and tongue and mind and body. Not simply loins and pleasure. There was more to it than that...so much more and he needed to find someone who understood the same thing. Just as he was about to close his laptop a notification appeared at the top of the screen. He clicked on it and to his surprise an event notice filled the screen. A full BDSM LIFESTYLE event. Which was being hosted at the Untamed Sailor event plaza. Tristan furrowed his brows and read through the rest of the details. Being invited randomly to events wasn’t something that was strange, it was the fact that the event was a full fetish gathering. Rarely was there ever a gathering of so many kinksters in one place. It wasn’t due to the fact that the lovers of fetishes didn’t mix it just didn’t happen often. Lovers of whips and paddles didn’t gather with lovers of gags and vibrators. What was even more strange was the fact that there was no admin or leader for this event...it was anonymous. Tristan hovered his hand over the accept tab as he thought about it. It wasn’t as if he had much going on but rather if the event would be worth his time. He clicked the accept invite button and closed the laptop and walked to the shower, closing the bathroom door as he went. 

Kaelynn rolled over and looked at the clock. It was 6am and she could get a possible two hours of sleep, yet she had been lying there for twenty minutes straight. Thinking of going to bed. Thinking of drifting off to sleep...thinking...thinking...Kaelynn tossed away her dark brown comforters and headed to the bathroom. She flicked on the light and sat on the cold lid of the toilet and cringed for a few moments until the firm muscles of her buttocks adjusted to the temperature. The bathroom was decorated with the liveliness of a rainforest. The carpets and rugs were bright green while the shower curtain was a dark brown with green and blue circles in it. The white sink with brown cupboards was decorated with rainforest themed toiletries. The toothbrush holder was a tree with a frog gripped to the side, it’s wide bright red eyes stared over at her. The soap dispenser was a large elephant with its trunk as a push down dispenser. A soft glowing night light in the shape of a toucan sat plugged into the outlet just over the toilet tank. Kaelynn grabbed her green bidet bottle and cleaned herself off. The warm water against her lady parts was much better than leaving flakey bits of white toilet paper. Kaelynn was a clean person, almost to the point of being obsessive but just shy of crossing that border. Kaelynn believed everything had its place and this resulted in her prevention of over buying things. If there was no space for something, then there was no need for it. She flicked off the light and walked back to bed and as she got in she grabbed the laptop which she stored under her side of the bed. Her white laptop was decorated with stickers of frogs and leopards and trees and other jungle-like things. After a moment the computer started up with a whining hum. Her screensaver was a series of natural rainforest backdrops. Forests, pools, rivers and such. A series of icons were spread across the screen in a layered alternating pattern. At the top left corner was a saved website which had presented itself in the image of a large black ‘S’ wrapped around an equally large red ‘D’. She doubled clicked the icon and the website appeared. A black screen with bright red and white details loaded. At the top of the screen in bold red letters was the words ‘BDSM LIFE’. Below that was a login box. There was no create profile since the online community only opened to the public once every six months. Members who had been an active part of the community were given a free referral to invite anyone they wanted. Every person in the community had to have a profile username that was specifically tailored to them. Kaelynn typed in, ‘Submissive Siren’ in the username and used her real name, in alternating capitalized letters as the password. The screen shifted to a new black screen with a provocative yet tasteful picture of her in the top corner. Kaelynn was five foot seven with chestnut brown hair and olive tan skin. She had soft green eyes that shifted from green to blue periodically depending upon her mood. She was curvy without being considered plus size. Kaelynn was proportioned perfectly, from her perky breasts to her rounded buttocks and her hour-glass shaped body. At the top of the screen were a number of small icons along the toolbar. In the right corner was the white icon of an envelope which had a red number five in it. She hesitated for a moment knowing that she was going to open it and most, if not all of the messages would be unflattering letters from inexperienced masters looking to use her submissiveness. She clicked open the icon and the message board dropped down and as expected, three of the five messages were from guys looking to dominate her. Kaelynn deleted them without even reading them. The art of being dominated was not something that anyone could do, in fact she would not let anyone dominate her unless she felt a spark. A special connection that only the lifetime friends and the closest of lovers would understand. Which was why she hadn't been dominated by a master. Plenty had tried but she would not bow to just anyone. The last two messages were different though. The first was a message from her best friend, ‘Shrieking Harpy’. Heather Kittery had been her best friend since highschool and even after twelve years they remained close and personal. She opened the message.

‘Hey Lynn. Want to meet for coffee? I couldn’t go back to sleep. I hooked up with CacklingCockatoo. I’ll tell you about it later. Amy’s latte at nine?’

Kaelynn opened the reply tab and started typing with furious fingers making the keys clack and chatter as she typed out her message. 

‘Seriously? Isn’t CacklingCockatoo that barely legal boy at that greasy burger joint? I’ll see you at nine.’ Kaelynn replied and returned to the last message and opened it. To her surprise it was an invitation to a local gathering for all members within thirty miles of the ‘untamed Sailor’ which was a party venue that catered to the adult lifestyles and events. Anyone who wanted to host an over eighteen party knew about the untamed sailor. Since her joining of the BDSM LIFE community she had managed to meet exactly fifteen members. Ten of them had been over forty, mostly swingers in their early fifties and the other five she had met were less than appetizing and respectful. No one had made an event that invited everyone of the community without exception. Usually events catered to one kink or category of a kind. Very few of them were hook up events, thankfully those had stopped since things had...gotten out of hand. She opened the invite and accepted it. Kaelynn extended the message to Heather who never passed up on an opportunity to go to an event. The only thing was that the event was that night. Normally events were posted a week or even two weeks out. She checked her online notifications but found nothing. She shrugged and shut the laptop and sighed as she fell back against her pillows. The sun light grew brighter spreading rays of orange and yellow across her room. Kaelynn felt the heat of the sunlight rise through her body. Her heart pounded in her ears and she could taste the bittersweet flavor of her own hormones as they seeped into her saliva. She licked her soft pink lips and drew in a deep breath. Her breasts rose up like the tide of an ocean and a wave of desire washed through her like water upon the sand. Her hand traveled up across her exposed rib cage and down her sunken flat stomach. The outline of abdominal muscles slid under her fingers as they traveled down to her pelvis. The tips of her fingers slid across her trimmed triangular shaped pelvic patch and split across her thighs. She imagined how it would feel to have a man touch her like this. To feel his strong hands and gentle fingers explore her skin. She could almost see his face and body. His strong jaw and pale tan skin. Broad shoulders and an equally broad chest. An abdomen she could run her hands across and feel every inch of rippling muscle. She imagined his dark eyes seeing both into her and through her as he drank in her pleasure which he was practically pulling out of her like pulling the strings of a guitar. Her fingers parted her outer lips and her index finger slid between her inner labia and dipped into the pool of wetness that had gathered just inside her vagina. Kaelynn needed that release...need that feeling of an orgasm rushing across her body like getting struck with an ocean tide and thrown back. Her fingers peeled back the labia and she stroked the inside of her lips and massaged the opening to her vagina. Sensations danced across her skin as her arousal lifted to new levels and then...it was gone. She ran a finger across and around her erect clitoris and a sense of passion flowed through her. No, it wasn’t gone but it was just out of reach. It was like she was looking at her desire from the opposite side of a window. She could see it. She could almost touch it, but she couldn’t have it. How she wanted it to too. Her loins hurt as if someone had punched her ovaries and pulled on her tubes and then left her sore and bruised. Kaelynn could masturbate all day and give herself orgasm after orgasm until she was dry as the Saharan desert at high noon. However that wouldn’t solve the problem. That wouldn’t make her ‘lady blue balls’ go away. What she needed was penetration. The feel of a raw hard scorching hot cock deep inside of her, pounding up against the walls of her cervix threatening to split her straight up the middle. Her cervix pulsed angrily in its own tirade at the thought. Her everything wanted to feel that but she needed more than the penetration of sex. She needed the connection. She wanted to give herself to someone. To give that someone her free will in exchange for pure intimate hardcore submission and bondage. However, she needed that person to understand how precious it was, how intimate and pure it was to receive her free will. She wanted that person to know just how special what she was giving up was. She wanted to find someone who understood what it meant to dominate her and to not take her submission for granted. Very few people in the world could understand what it meant to submit their free will to another. To...experience the level of trust and intimacy required to willingly give up a piece of freedom and hand it to another. That required more than any marriage...more than any average relationship ever asked for. It was a bind of trust and commitment that goes beyond the understanding of the average person. Kaelynn needed to find that. She had been searching for years, going on bad coffee dates and first dates and they were all disappointing. She had never felt that spark she required. That jolt of connection she needed to feel in order to actually submit to another. A part of her wondered if she would find it. If she would find that someone whom she could feel confident in and trust enough in to hand over her freedom and allow them to use her. It was a huge risk but she was willing to try if she found the right person. Another part of her wondered if she should just find a piece of manly stud and use him for a night to feel that penetration. Her insides ached at the thought of random pointless sex. Her ovaries were right. She could wait until she found the right person. She could endure the feelings of sexual frustration if it meant that she could feel a true release at the hands of a dominant master. Kaelynn wondered if such a man would be at the gathering. ‘As if’ she laughed at herself but she began to wonder. If such a man was there, she wondered if he was waiting for her in the same way she was waiting for him. 

Bdsm and spirituality

The art of spirituality is something you have to dig deep within yourself to uncover. To find the hidden meanings and veiled truths to the inner you that is waiting just underneath the surface. Meditation and contemplation are great tools to stripping away the unseen filth that clouds your true self...your real self. The inner you is not something that you can find outside of yourself, it must be sought after from within. Bdsm is rather similar to this extension of spirituality. Finding one’s dominance or submissiveness or any part of themselves starts with a journey inwards. Domination is an art of mind, body and soul. A dominant learns how to control them self and what it means to take control of their inner self before they take control of their outer self and before they control another person. To understand why a dominant enjoys the feel of that control and that domination, is something that can only be found from within. Sometimes it is found when doing the act of domination. The same goes for a submissive. Why the submissive feels the desire to submit or to why they feel desire to be dominated is something that is found inside of themselves and often is understood with being dominated. The road to self understanding is a long on, both spirituality and bdsm share this in common.

Delving into spirituality is a lot like walking through the forest which and every trail has three possible directions. Walking the trails of spirituality and learning from it’s vast knowledge always results in deeper understanding of both the art you are studying and your inner self.

Bdsm is as vast as the forest of spirituality. Every trail has the potential to split off into two other trails that lead to a beautiful pond where you can wade in the waters of its experience. Bdsm teaches both dominant and submissive control over themselves and limits of breaking and maintaining comfortability.

The trails of spirituality and bdsm often cross one another and lead to similar places. Like two rivers that merge into a single pool. My first experience with such a thing came when I had been meditating every single day for months. I was accessing what is called the primal nature/primal source which is located in the root chakra. I had been drawing the primal essence of my inner self out. I took my girlfriend at the time to a hotel and I tied her up (face down, arms tucked and legs bent, ass up) I spent about half an hour just teasing and flogging and stuff. I set out candles of red cinnamon and red rose petals out creating a magick circle and I spent roughly five minutes meditating and then I felt that primal energy take hold. The dragon came forth and literally devoured my girlfriend at the time. Luckily her pain tolerance and arousal was high. I learned what it meant to access the primal nature and channel it into bdsm.