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  Touched by a Dom

  By

  Holly S. Roberts

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  El Diablo Book III

  Published by H.S. Roberts

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  http://clubeldiablo.blogspot.com

  Touched by a Dom

  El Diablo: Book III

  Printing History

  First Edition: October 2012

  ISBN: 978-0-9847257-6-2

  All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

  This is a work of fiction. ALL characters are derived from the author’s imagination.

  Chapter One

  Her friend Gloria put the membership code into the elevator’s discreet electronic box and Trisha watched the lobby grow smaller through the glass. She continued to kick herself for allowing Gloria to talk her into this. Though they were going up she couldn’t help but think hell would be waiting on the other side of the doors. Glancing down, she shook her head at her risqué clothes and felt sweat beading between her breasts. El Diablo might be one of the most exclusive BDSM clubs in the country but "B" stood for bondage, "D" stood for dominance, "S" stood for sadism, and "M" stood for masochism. This entire idea was insane.

  "Gloria, I can't do this. I'll lose my job if anyone finds out."

  "You can't lose your job because you aren't doing anything illegal and everyone signs the same nondisclosure agreement. Most of these people are wealthy and the last thing they want is media attention."

  "Well that only proves I don't fit in. I'm not wealthy."

  "You're here to watch. You told me you've never had the big "O" with a man and you need to find out what’s holding you back. It’s not your fault if your past lovers weren’t fulfilling your needs and your vibrator was."

  Trisha’s face flamed and she so regretted relaying that bit of personal information to her friend. "There's only been one past lover and his problem was trying to fill the needs of too many women that I didn’t know about."

  Before Gloria could snap back with a cutting remark, the doors opened and they found themselves in a normal, everyday, run of the mill office. Trisha relaxed slightly.

  "Hi Gloria" A pretty woman in her mid-twenties said from behind a large oak desk. She was wearing a pink bustier with black lace accents.

  Trisha expected black leather and metal spiked studs for some reason and not the sexier Dallas cheerleader version of kink. Since Gloria mentioned inviting her to the club, Trisha read everything she could find on BDSM. The dominance and submission side of the lifestyle actually turned her on but she would die before telling Gloria that.

  "Hi Michelle, I've brought a friend and she has her paperwork in order."

  Gloria nudged Trisha's arm.

  The arm in question came out and a shaking hand offered the manila envelope.

  Michelle began looking through the information.

  Trisha could feel her face redden and her heartbeat pick up. Her entire medical history was in there with her bill of good health, a nondisclosure agreement, and a copy of her driver's license. She wasn't even inside the doors and her nerves were about to cause a heart attack.

  Michelle glanced up and smiled softly. "By the look on your face I'm assuming you're being forced into this?"

  Gloria snickered.

  "Yes I am." She gave Michelle a grimace.

  "We have strict rules in place and you will find things inside quite different from visiting a nightclub. Here, no means no. You will not be harassed if you use that one simple word. Voyeurism is acceptable on your first few visits but eventually participation is required or we would be happy to connect you with a suitable voyeur group elsewhere. If you decide to try El Diablo’s other features, come back into this office and I'll see if we can schedule you with a regular. There will be another batch of paperwork but you fill those out with a Dom, Domme, or submissive.” Michelle glanced down at her paperwork and marked a little box next to each item she mentioned. “Breaking our rules causes immediate and possibly permanent removal from the club. No interrupting scenes, no approaching another Dom’s sub on the carousel, and no cell phones or any device that can take pictures. This is about exploring sexuality in a safe private environment. We promote SSC; Safe, Sane, and Consensual behavior here." She pointed toward the door behind her. "That will be the door you enter and exit. There are private elevators inside the club for guests staying at the hotel. You will not have the correct access code to enter unless you are with a hotel guest. If you decide to return at a later date you may use Gloria's membership for one month before you need to see an employee in this office and set up your own.”

  Michelle checked off the last items.

  "If you need any help, employees are dressed in black shirts with a black bow tie. As much as you think you might need alcohol for courage in the beginning, we don’t recommend that you have more than two. Drunkenness will get you removed quickly. Personally on your first visit, I would stop at one. You may find some things that go on here objectionable but everything is consensual. Be aware if you stop a scene or step between a Dom and his or her sub, you open yourself to punishment or banishment from the premises. Do you have any questions?"

  A million. "No, I don't think so."

  "Would you like a wristband to designate you as being new to this lifestyle?"

  "What would that do?"

  "Some of the offers you receive will be toned down a bit and there are plenty of Doms who will stay away entirely though there are always a few who like to prey on newbies. We try to weed the bad ones out but it’s not always possible. Most Doms and subs want experience and prefer to avoid beginners."

  Trisha's eyes went to Gloria who shook her head no.

  "No thank you."

  Michelle noticed Gloria's prompt and frowned. "You only need to come back through that door and I can provide you with a bracelet at any time tonight or in the future. It’s relatively quiet tonight so it shouldn’t make a big difference."

  "Thank you."

  "Sign here and you may enter."

  Her hand continued to shake but she scrawled her signature at the bottom of the document.

  “There are dressing rooms on the other side of the door.”

  Trisha glanced down at herself and then back up. "I wasn't sure what to wear but I didn't bring anything else."

  Michelle smiled, "What you're wearing is fine and you can have on as many or as little clothing as you like. Naked is acceptable. Please remember there are no perfect bodies here only desired ones. Everyone has different tastes."

  "Come on Trisha, stop thinking about this, and let's go. I have something in my bag for you." Gloria took her arm. They passed through the door and then went into a large mirrored dressing room. There were cabinets on one wall and after Gloria changed into a tight black shiny vinyl short skirt and bra, she placed her clothes inside.

  "I bought you this." Gloria pulled out a lacy baby doll black teddy. "You can keep your bra and panties on."

  Trisha looked at the swath of delicate lace designed to cover very little. "I thought the clothes I had on were skimpy enough."

  "You are gorgeous and what you’re wearing is fine for a normal nightclub but trust me you will feel more comfortable in this."

  "It’s almost transparent and my ass will hang out?"

  "Your panties will cover your ass but most of the subs here will have bare cheeks. Trust me. Please?" It was almost a whine.

  “How do you know I’m not Dom material?”

  Gloria laughed and held out the black piece of nothing.

  Trisha knew from her reading that she wasn’t Dom material either but it irritated her that her friend wouldn’t even consider it. She was surprised when Gloria admitte
d to being a sub. She was always strong, outgoing, and bossy; which was why Trisha found herself here tonight.

  Trisha took the lace and then removed her low cut red bejeweled shirt and black skirt with the thigh slit. It was the most risqué ensemble she owned. Slipping the gauzy material over her head she looked in horror at her black panties peeking out from under the bottom ruffle.

  “I’ll be arrested for indecent exposure.”

  “Trust me you’ll feel more at home dressed like this.”

  "What do I do with my clothes?"

  "Place your shoes and clothes in the cabinet with mine."

  “My shoes?”

  “Yes.”

  "Okay but what if they’re stolen?"

  "We are being monitored on camera and no one steals from here."

  "Someone just watched me strip?"

  "You didn't strip, now stop stalling, and let's go."

  Chapter Two

  Trisha expected many things, but not what she walked into. The lighting was low with sexy subtle music playing in the background. The steady thumping bass went straight to her erogenous zones. She had attended a friend's bachelorette party a week ago and her ears rang three days later because of the volume of the music. This mix was incredibly erotic. She heard a scream from somewhere and her back stiffened.

  "What was that?" She whispered.

  "Someone having a good time. Come on and let's get you that one drink.”

  Trisha couldn't help but stare as they walked further into the gigantic room. There was a large carousel in the middle of the floor. It spun slowly and Trisha’s jaw dropped at the sight of several naked men and women moving up and down on the colorful brightly painted horses.

  "Oh my God."

  "I told you about this silly."

  "I know but seeing it is much different."

  "Come on. You so need a drink."

  They walked to the bar and Gloria ordered a Cosmo and then looked at her friend.

  "A shot of tequila and a lime please."

  Trisha glanced at Gloria's raised eyebrows.

  "If I only get one I'm making it count."

  Trisha appreciated that the bartender didn’t check out her breasts when he returned with their drinks. It really was different than a nightclub.

  "Bottoms up."

  Both women downed the liquid.

  Trisha couldn't believe the quality of the alcohol. She figured it would be cheap but it was smooth and slid down her throat. She only used the lime because she liked the mixed flavor.

  "Come on I brought you tonight because Lydia was scheduled and I wanted you to watch her work."

  The alcohol did help a wee bit with her courage. "Lead the way."

  They walked into yet another world. Twenty by twenty foot stations lined one entire wall and from what she could see, each had different lighting, décor, and purpose. At the station Gloria took her closest to, Trisha glued her eyes on a five and a half foot tall redhead woman using a leather strap on another woman bound to a metal frame. The redhead’s stomach protruded and it was apparent she was incredibly pregnant. She suddenly stopped striking her captive and walked up to the bound woman. She kissed her cheek and whispered something in her ear.

  Trisha liked men and never considered a woman as a sexual partner but the display sent vibes through her pussy. "Is she a lesbian?"

  Gloria grinned and rolled her eyes, "No, she's married to the owner of El Diablo. In the vanilla world she could be considered bisexual because she works with men and women. She’ll perform a little sexual play during a scene but I've never seen her have intercourse; a little oral sex and definitely toy play but never intercourse."

  "She has oral sex during a scene?" Trisha couldn't hide the shock in her voice.

  "Yes, and believe me if you're with a guy who's not doing it for you, it wouldn't hurt to fantasize about what you see here."

  "Oh God, she just put her hand between that woman's thighs."

  Gloria only laughed. "She was checking the positioning of the vibrator she must have put there before we showed up."

  "I'm so glad the lighting is low. I can feel my face flaming."

  "Gloria, introduce me to your friend please." A deep male voice rumbled at their side.

  "Raul! When did you get back?" Gloria’s smile was huge.

  "A week ago and I was hoping you would show up soon. I have a new man in my life and I wanted to bend your ear, but right now, there are several club members asking about your friend and I've been sent over to get the down low."

  "Raul, this is Trisha. She's new to the lifestyle and just checking things out."

  Raul took her hand, "Very nice to meet you my dear." He kissed the backs of her fingers.

  Trisha couldn't remember anyone ever kissing her hand. "Nice to meet you Raul." She kept her eyes on his after her first foray down his nearly naked body. He was gorgeous but dressed only in two inch leather straps that crisscrossed down his chest, barely covered his genitals, and then traveled down his legs. She noticed scares on his hip and upper leg but they only made him more attractive.

  Raul glanced back at Gloria, "I'm subbing for Anna in a while and you might both enjoy watching. She's using hot wax and promises I'll love it. My last experience was not exactly pleasant but if I trust anyone as much as Lydia it's Anna." "If I'm not busy we'll come by. I'm keeping Trisha close."

  "It was nice to meet you Trisha and I hope to see you again." He hugged Gloria, "Stay in touch babe. Now I need to help Lydia." He walked away with his bare ass cheeks displayed for everyone to see. Raul and his leather straps walked to Lydia’s scene and began helping her with the now shaking sub.

  Trisha’s eyes followed, "He's a sub?"

  "Yes and gay."

  "But he subs for a woman?"

  "One of the things I love about this lifestyle is the gender openness. Lydia and Anna aren’t gay but they know what makes women tick and have no problem showing sexual affection. Male subs, even gay ones, appreciate woman on occasion. Unfortunately there are not enough good, strong, male Dominants to go around. You, like most people, think of BDSM as weird kinky sex but it’s so much more and often sex isn’t involved. The club is about testing limits, acknowledging our fetishes, and fulfilling our desires in a safe environment where we’re not judged by the vanilla crowd."

  Trisha turned her gaze back to Gloria just as a man walked up behind her friend. His presence practically took the oxygen from the air and Trisha's heart stalled. He was tall and lean with a bare tanned chest displaying six pack abs like those of a professional tennis player. His skin was smooth and beads of sweat stood out like he just finished a long jog. He stood five feet away but she could smell his musky man-sweat with a hint of amaretto of all things. Trisha gaze traveled upward and met a pair of incredibly sexy dark brown eyes. His stunned expression startled her.

  Gloria turned to see who had her attention. "Master Kyle.” Gloria’s eyes went down.

  “Gloria.” He said but didn’t take his burning gaze from Trisha’s eyes.

  She wasn’t sure what to do but she’d be damned if she would look down. He finally glanced at Gloria and used his hand to lift her chin so she was looking at him. He kissed her gently on the lips.

  “Are you looking for a Dom tonight?” His voice was like melted chocolate; thick, deep, and smooth but commanding in its intensity.

  “Yes Sir.”

  “I believe Master Jordan is looking for a partner.”

  “I only wish to sub in a scene Sir. My friend Trisha is new and I don’t want to leave her.”

  His dark penetrating stare returned to Trisha. “Do you enjoy pain?”

  “What?” It was almost a squeak; did he really just ask that?

  “I’ll take that as a ‘no’ or an ‘I’m not sure yet.’”

  “Umm no, I don’t think I do.”

  “If you decide to find out please see Michelle in scheduling and request me.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

  Trisha stared after his l
ithe body and tight ass covered in a pair of black leather that looked painted on.

  Gloria whispered, “Stay away from him Trish. He’s known for extremes even among the fetish crowd. I’m really surprised he gave you the time of day. He’s quite set in the type of female he prefers and frankly you’re not it. But god, he drips sex.”

  “What kind of pain?”

  Gloria laughed and came out of her submissive roll which Kyle so quickly brought her to. “More than you can take. He’d have you screaming with an orgasm in seconds but you wouldn’t sit down for a week because your ass would be black and blue.”

  “He gets off on pain?”

  “Yes but the subs he uses don’t complain. Quite frankly he scares the shit out of me. He's entirely too intense and when he takes on a sub he expects absolute obedience. I saw him punish a woman physically and sexually for hours and then walked away without letting her have an orgasm. He never topped her again due to some unknown transgression. He attracts the subs that need hard pain to be satisfied."

  Trisha shivered. "I’m sorry Gloria, I don't know if any of this is for me."

  "You are supposed to hold back making a decision until the night is over. You promised not to judge."

  "I'm not judging I just don’t see how a relationship here could work."

  "It’s called a wet pussy, learning about what turns you on, and having a man focused on your needs."

  A picture of Kyle holding a whip flashed in her brain and Trisha groaned, "Okay, okay; open mind here." Why did being with him instantly become her fantasy?

  "Let's go see if I can get into a scene with someone."

  Trisha followed Gloria as she walked back to the front office and scheduled to work with Master Stephen in an hour.

  “What do you want me to do while you’re with this Master Stephen?”

  “Watch.”

  “That has a certain amount of ick factor and I don’t know if I can.”

  “Come on, you’ve seen me naked, we’ve been friends for years and you might learn something about your orgasm problems. Now let’s go talk to a few of the other subs.”