The Dungeon Part Two (by invite only)

Continued from the thread.... The Dungeon

It is a private club for members with an interest in BDSM. Mistress Janella (Stegral) is the owner/manageress of the Club. Please respect and follow her rules in the Club.

This is where Doms meet with their subs and show off their subs to other Doms and visa versa.It also gives Doms an opportunity to share their subs with other Doms or subs, if they allow it. Also, it is where subs comes to look for a new Master or a Dom coming in looking for a new sub.

Welcome to the Club.

This new thread will have a few rules, please read the following before posting in the thread, thank you:

1. Please PM me or Stegral with your character's bio and a short post, and we will invite you if we feel your character's bio is suitable for the thread.

The bio should look like this:

Name:
Hair:
Height:
Position: (sub, switch or Dom?)
Sexual orientation:
Turns on:
Turns off

2. Please use the heading to show your character's name so we can keep track of who's who.

3. Please do not write one-liners posts, we won't accept it.

4. Please do post at least once a day. And let me or Stegral know if you can't make a post for more than 2 days - i.e. if you are going on a holiday or will be absent from Lit. for some reasons.

5. Above all, ENJOY yourselves and ENJOY the Club!

Character list:

Stegral - Mistress Janella - F.D and owner of the Dungeon - inactive at the moment but will be back.
Sexycaz22 - Jackie - F.S - active and will have her own thread with Drew
Gilkane - Marcus - M.D - inactive
raisedSkirt - Jennifer - F.S - inactive
MidnightKisses - Kelsey - F.S - inactive
Donalddeutsch - Malcolm - M.S - inactive


If any of you want to active the character (to those who wrote the characters), go ahead and active! But if nobody activies them within the two weeks from today, I will either remove them from the thread, somehow, or ask new people to take the characters over.


Codes:

F.D - female Dom
M.D - male Dom
F.S - female sub
M.S - male sub
S.S - Switch

((OOC: for the writers from the original thread, if you want to continue writing, please PM me and I will add your name on the character list, but PLEASE wait until I've spoken with Stegral to ask her to make the first post, before we can use some old posts from the original thread, thank you.))

fresh start in the old club.

OOC:
Name: Jane Ellana Bellson AKA: Mistress Janella
Height: 6ft 1in (without boots/heels)
Build: toned well & although big boned she holds her 210 pounds very well
Hair: Dark brown & below the waist, fairly thick.
Eyes: sultry & menacing, but a very lovely blue.
Age: very young looking 35 (has been told by other Masters "about 27ish"..)
Position: Domme. recently released her treasured pet of 6 years
Orientation: Straight, but will let her pet be bi as it amuses her.
Turn ons: Long well kept hair, toned body, clean shaven face & genetalia.
enjoys exhibiting ownership, pinwheels, wax, knifeplay, leatherwear
& total loyal servitude in all aspects.
Turn offs: disobedience, gross humiliation or degradation

IC:
Jeanella found herself wandering the house wondering what to do next...
Why did he want his freedom, what didn't I give him?
The questions screamed in Her mind as the percieved failure of Her abilities & the lack of loyalty from Her pet has made Her second guess Her abilities as a true "Domme" as most of Her friends keep those they have until they are done with them & are bored, not the other way around...
What will they think... they will think I am weak, allowing my pet to tell it's Mistress what it wants & then giving it to them, instead of punishment...
The voices of personal condemnation strife Her as she goes upstairs to change, intent on going to the club to face Her fear of reprisal from the others...
She puts on a long dark leather dress, strung but still opened up the side, the neck coming from the covered front & clasping at the back of her neck while the back plunges open to just below the waist... She puts on Her makeup, braids Her long brown hair & almost calls to Her pet to bring Her boots, sharply remembering she has no pet right now. Finishing applying Her make-up & finding the right boots & other accesories for tonight she prepares Herself for the drive to the club.
Living out in the country she has a seperate add on to the house for Her "alternate" lifestyle & has hosted many gatherings as Her nearest neighbours are too far to hear the crack of a whip or the yelps of pain & pleasure that follow...
Smiling, she gets into Her Dodge Ram & forces Herself to turn the key...
the powerful engine humms beneath her as she head into town.
Approaching the club she slides her pass to the underground parking..
The club values it's privateness & has yet to be bombarded by bible thumpers or the like & she would like to keep it that way, as there is limited entry in through the front of the club.
Feeling more secure of Herself now, she parks the truck & proceeds up to the elevator to the club, she hears Her heels click on the concrete of the garage & it sends a chill through her, she understands now why the slaves of others fear Her footsteps.
Smiling she presses the buttons & heads up to the entrance.

She gracefully walks over to the different play areas to inspect them. The St.andrews cross is stable, ankle & wrist binders in place, the multi use play table clean, dry & warm, the cages are in place, one warm, one cool, the 3 throne type chairs are good with new covers in a pile behind each one. Heading over to the "punishment" area I note the floor is clean, the hooks for securing the pets are all secured on both the walls & floor, turning she checks the suspension pulleys & moveable table, the table has a wobble in it so she places a "do not use" ribbon around the table handle & wheels it off to the side for repairs. She heads up to the music area & check tonights list & that all the CD's are in & programmed right, secretely wishing she could find a vouyer that was a DJ...
As she looks out over The Dungeon she breathes in the atmosphere & is glad to be here in this place, Her personal sanctuary & one for so many more as well. Heading down from the DJ booth she takes the table to the freight elevator to remove it from area, better safe than sorry... She pushes it onto the elevator & takes it to the basement for the fixer of broken toys to work on later, attaching a note explaining the wobble so they know what she is expecting to be fixed without having to come & ask Her.
Hearing the heels click on the concrete floors, Her mind wanders to Her own thoughts as they turn back to Jake... such a wonderful man, He saw the Domme in Her & nurtured it, training Her beside Him for years before the dream of this place was brought forth. Never knowing Jake had won a lottery & that when He spoke of building a "play palace" that it would be done completely by His own funds but given to Her to manage upon completion.
It was his "parting gift" to Her, almost a sign he thought she was ready to be Her own person, rather than His shadow. Shaking Her head she tries NOT to think of His passing... Not realizing the trip down memory lane had brought Her back up to the main area she wandered over to the front door to check on the collars for those coming in the front doors... Members always parked underground & came up directly into the club.


(thank you sexycazz for allowing me to be the "owner", I hope to fufill the needs & hold the thread together & keep it going well)

let the fun begin... Mistress Janella is here

I head back upstairs to see to the lights & music.
I think it is a good time to turn down the lights a bit in the main part.
I put some of the deep blue spotlights on the "play area".
I hit the speaker mic to "practice" my intro for when the club opens...
"Well everyone, welcome to The Dungeon. My name is Mistress Janella for those of you I haven't met yet. If you have any questions or concerns please feel free to see me about them..Everyone is allowed to speak to me about anything , be it a Dom, Mistress, sub or slave. The play area has been inspected so all toys & furniture in the areas meet my strict approval.
Always remember Safe, Sane & Consentual.
If our knife play experts show tonight maybe there will be a demo in knife play. Please be sure to clean up the area when you are done for the next person. Just a reminder, white collars are for Available pets to talk to or with & see if you both match each others needs. please be honest & upfront & everyone will be happy. I do hope all find what they need & need what they find.
Sorry for the speech but now...Enjoy the night !!"

Flipping the switch back to the music, the deep beat fills the club like a faint heartbeat in the background... loud enough to feel but still be able to talk in most areas.
I descend the stairs & head back to the door, passing the bar for another Ice, I post the sign:
"Available subs MUST wear white collars if looking to be approached".
I go over to the bar, ask for another Ice & head over to the toys in the play area...

My hand grazes across the ropes lovingly, wishing someone was here to play.
I love to watch the intricate patterns made but have never grasped the concept of it enough to do it well...
I go over to the table & run my hand along it's surface.
I have played with the "pinwheels" as I call them, along with the vampire gloves/mittens, wirebrushes, feathers & even knives lately, all to the enjoyment of the submissive I am playing with.
Remembering my own "petless" state I see that one of the Masters is all alone & one of the sub's as well...
Sighing I can only hope more people come in...

OOC
Name: Marcus
Hair: sandy blonde, cut and styled medium length
Height: 6ft 2"
Eyes: Volcanic Blue
Body: fit and strong
Position: A dominate, looking for HIS submissive
Sexual orientation: Straight
Turns on: being obeyed, controlling his kitten, bondage play for his kitten, making his kitten reach new limits every time they meet
Turns off: blood letting, gore, scat, cruelty for cruelties sake, dominates that don't take care of their kittens

Master Marcus is not new to the alternate life but is new to the Dungeon and is looking for a new kitten that catches his eye and is ready to serve.


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IC
Marcus had heard about the Dungeon and was coming to start over his last submissive had moved away due to a promotion with her job, something he had encouraged. Tonight he had come here casually dressed he was here to watch and see what the Dungeon had to offer. Dressed in a nice shirt and black jeans with square toed boots of black leather he walked through the Dungeon looking over the people just taking it all in.

He glanced over to his right and caught someone staring at him, he looked directly into her eyes and a small smile came across his face.

Character:

Name: Jackie
Hair: blonde, straight long hair
Height: 5ft 2"
Position: A submissive, wanting a new Master
Sexual orientation: Straight
Turns on: spanking, whipping, face fucking, rough sex, being tied up
Turns off: water sports, candles, knives play, extreme pain

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IC:

I remembered the night when I first went to the Dungeon. It was a private club which were only for those with an interest in BDSM. I remembered my first time there with a Master.Mistress Janella introduced me to Him and I were very grateful for that first introduction. He was the one who encouraged me to become a Sub. Once I become His sub, I loved obeying Him and we explored new experiences together. One of the experiences I loved was being tied up to a bar below the ceiling and I was being whipped by my Master, with others watching in the Dungeon.

Now, I am in the Dungeon alone as my Master recently has died and I was so upset at His death. But I expected it as He were much older than me but I knew that He would be pleased to see me at the Dungeon looking for a new Master to teach me new things all over again, just like my first night all these years ago when I first met my old Master.

I sat on a high wooden stool at the bar, and just waiting, in my leather straps all over my body with my blonde long hair falling down my shoulders. In one of my hands were a long vodka and I sipped from it.

I heard the main doors opening, and I looked around, saw a handsome man with blond, short hair stepping in the Dudgeon. He took my breath away and I kept staring at him, unsure if he was a Dom or a slave. I hoped that he would be a Dom, and with experience too.

The Dungeon Part Two

Character:

Name: Jennifer
Hair: very fair (not blond), straight medium long hair
Height: 5ft 6"
Position: A submissive, confused but thinks that she is looking for a Mistress
Sexual orientation: Lesbian
Turns on: spanking, caning, rough sex at times, being displayed before others
Turns off: water sports, knives play, mutilation, extreme pain

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Jennifer

Jennifer is an attractive, slender young woman of 26 with the most astonishing blue eyes, a small nose, moderate lips, very fair hair that she wears either straight reaching down almost to her slim shoulders or in a ponytail but normally held in place with a sterling silver band with the striking words of “bad girl” written across the band in red onyx. The band, to those who know her in a more intimate manner, provides an indication of Jennifer’s wild and exhibitionist tendencies when in an accepted and comfortable environment, and looking to explore more of her dark sexual side.

Jennifer was born just outside Bury St. Edmunds in West Suffolk in England, and has been educated at both a private school in Norfolk, and at a “red brick” university attaining both a B. Sc., and an M. Sc., in Economics but moved to the United States some four years ago.

Her well kept secret is that she has also been a lesbian from about the age of 17 but has not experienced many relationships of any length, and has been reluctant since she moved to the US to explore her sexual desires to any significant degree although she would like to. This would include a hitherto unknown desire for certain types of submission, and to explore the realm of B&D if not a small degree of S&M as well.

Up to this moment she has not gone further but a gay friend on the Net suggested that she consider going along to a private club known as “The Dungeon” that catered to both heterosexual and gay people who had an interest in BDSM. The club apparently protected the identity of members and guests and enjoyed an exceptional reputation under the ownership of Mistress Janelle.

Thus it was that she found herself outside the modest entrance to a substantial residential/industrial building in the less traveled part of town still a little undecided as to whether she wanted to take this next step in her path of sinful exploration. On closer inspection, the front entrance was a “blind” door with an intercom, and when allowed past that door, an elevator took the visitor or member to a single floor being the main double door entrance to the club known as The Dungeon.

Jackie

As I watched the guy taking a step into the club and then I noticed him looking into my way and I blushed, looked away quickly, hoping that he did not notice me staring at him.

I then heard the double doors opening soon after and I saw a girl stepping into the Club. She looked unsure and stood at the double door, seemed to be waiting for someone, but I thought that it might have been her first time in this Club, and possibly her first time exploring the bondage side.

I remembered my first time with some fondness. I was lucky enough to have a nice Master on hand to introduce me slowly and gently into a D/s lifestyle. I hoped that she will find a suitable Dom or possibly she was a Dom herself.

I looked for Mistress Janella, hoping that she has noticed the new arrivals and would be soon making her way over to make them feel welcomed.

(OOC: welcome to the thread, raisedSkirt)

A Newbie to the Club

Jennifer pushed one of the double doors open, and stepped-in to the main section of the club which also included the bar area, and was met by the deep, magnetic beat of a James Brown creation (there is no mistaking that unique gravel bass voice) as well as the different lighting effects throughout the club.

Above the bar counter is concealed track lighting built-in to special custom pieces of canopy that provide excellent light for the immediate counter area but provide a degree of darkness to anyone ac the bar. There is a sort of dancing area to one side and the lighting there appears to comprise a myriad of pencil thin spotlights, contrasting with concealed backdrop lighting around the edges of the dance floor.

In another part of the main area is a well lit section with a large colorful sign stating “PLAY AREA”, and from her position just inside the main entrance, Jennifer can see only a part of that area but there appears to be various strange furniture including a tall cross (she would learn later that it was known as a St. Andrew’s Cross) with leather straps on each end of the four legs of the cross.

It was still quite early for an establishment of this type, and it certainly was not crowded, at least not yet, although she was sure that would change from what she had been told by her friend on the “Net”. Standing there on her own, dressed in a knee length black satin flared dress from “Meridien of Paris” no less, accenting her slim appearance, and delightfully contrasting her fair hair, and a simple necklace of brilliant white pearls with the beautifully fitted dress.

Jennifer may not have been aware at that exact moment but her entrance into the club had not been unnoticed, and several pairs of eyes were appraising her trim appearance, above average dress sense, and noting, perhaps with some enjoyment, the obvious nervousness and even slight confusion that was emanating from the young lady who also had all the signs of a first time visitor to the club.

Jackie watching the newbie

I watched the new arrival taking in the surroundings of the Club and I smiled.

I debated whether if I should walk over and introduced myself or not. Usually, Mistress Janella would make Her way over to the new arrivals but She seemed to be busy in Her office, probably with the business stuff. I knew that Mistress Janella will not mind me welcoming new arrivals in, as I often do this for Her before.

But today were different, as I always welcomed new arrivals with my Master but this were my first time in the Club since He passed away and I was unsure whether if I should go over without my Master. W/we usually went together and welcoming new arrivals in when Mistress Janella were not in the Club or elsewhere.

After a few moments, watching the new arrival, I made my decision and walked over to her.

"Hello, and welcome" I said.

Kelseys' Reluctant Arrival

Kelsey glanced around her and slowly slipped into the club.She walked in and looked around.Everyone looked pre-occupied.She stood there and decided to think about her decision. She had never done anything like this, it felt kind of weird to actually go through with it.

She looked over and saw Mistress Janella. She shivered a little. Was she actually going to go through with this.She closed the door completely and stood off to the side, waiting.

Jennifer's New Friend

Jennifer stood just inside the entrance not quite sure what she should do next, being very new to both the club and to anything related to the lifestyle, taking-in the unique atmosphere of the club, feeling herself moved by the music (she had always been a James Brown fan), trying to see where the people were congregated.

It looked as though everyone ignored people that were obviously new to the club which was not unusual at any club or bar for that matter, and Jennifer was considering whether this was a good idea, and about to turn around and leave when a blonde lady seated at the bar, her hair straight and long in a similar style to that of Jennifer, and almost the same height, perhaps slightly shorter, stood up and made her way across to the young woman’s side and quietly greeted Jennifer with “Hello, and welcome.”

“Thank goodness” thought Jennifer, “at least someone here is friendly” as she smiled back at the club member who had approached her and started to explain that she had been recommended by a friend on the “Net” to visit The Dungeon Club as it was supposed to be very respectable, and an excellent place to meet people who might be interested in the lifestyle.

“Good evening” replied Jennifer, “I am afraid that this is my first time here, and I have absolutely no idea what the rules and regulations are or whether I am supposed to just walk in or need to fill-in an application or pay a charge to be here or anything.” Jennifer’s words falling over themselves as she nervously tried to explain why she was standing just in the doorway.

At that moment, another young woman entered through the main entrance not glancing at Jennifer and the club member that had come over to greet her, appearing to look around for someone for a few moments and then having apparently spotted the person, started to walk purposefully across to a point off to one side of the bar.

Having introduced themselves, the appearance of Jackie (the name of Jennifer’s new found friend) and her friendly greeting had a calming effect on the young woman, and after watching the other young woman disappear in the direction of one end of the bar, Jennifer now found herself asking Jackie a question:

“I don’t want to be a burden or anything Jackie but I wondered if we could sit down for a few minutes, and perhaps I could ask you a little about the club and also about the lifestyle itself please?”

Jennifer waited for Jackie to reply as she sensed the music changing to a much slower beat now, and realized that the lighting on the dance floor had dimmed several degrees too.

“I don’t want to be a burden or anything Jackie but I wondered if we could sit down for a few minutes, and perhaps I could ask you a little about the club and also about the lifestyle itself please?” Jennifer asked, having introduced herself.

"Sure, we can," I said, quietly. I saw another young girl entering, and she looked doubtful but seemed to find a place by the bar.

"Come, Jennifer, we will sit by the bar. I will try to answer some of your questions, but the best person is Mistress Janella, really," I told Jennifer as we walked over to where I sat, moments before.

"Firstly, what would you like to drink?" I asked, gesturing to the barman to come over.

After Jennifer ordered her drink, we settled back into our stools.

Marcus smiles at the exchange of the two...submissives immediately coming together for extra safety factor...He watches the warm welcome and nods and walks in further.

He moves with purpose but at a relaxed pace through the bar sort of absorbing in the sights and sounds...making note of the dominates and submissive through out the bar.

He hears the conversation of the two women near him and notes the names Jackie and Jennifer. He orders a slow comfortable screw against the wall. Seeing just how experienced the bartenders are here. And sits back and casually looks around but finds himself coming back to look at the one called Jackie of the two ladies speaking.

More Questions Than Answers

After the two young women had sat down on two of the stools at the bar, and Jennifer had chosen an orange juice as her drink much to the amusement of other members close by, she began to relax a little and found herself liking Jackie more and more as they now talked in quiet voices about Jennifer’s many questions. It reminded Jackie of when she had first sought advice and guidance on the lifestyle which many outsiders completely failed to understand, and saw nothing more than the physical sex.

Jennifer explained that she had read a number of books and source material on the lifestyle but found it difficult to understand how there could be a love relationship through the administration of pain and control of a person to differing degrees, and how could a person really trust someone to the point where they would willingly give themselves in every sense to another person. Having explained some of her many questions, Jennifer also found herself confessing to Jackie that being spanked or caned and things, and to being displayed completely naked in front of lots of people were things that seemed to visit her in her dreams and fantasies

Jackie listened quietly understanding only too well how she had surfaced those same types of questions when she first found The Dungeon and before she had met her Master, and that Jennifer really needed to talk with Mistress Janelle, the owner of the club and perhaps one of the most respected authorities on the subject.

As the two young women talked quietly but earnestly at the bar, an imposing man enters the club looking around casually but with purpose, and clearly very much at home in this environment before striding unhurriedly to the bar, nodding silently to the two young women, and then sitting down at the bar not too far away from the girls and ordering a “screw against the wall” in a perfectly natural and controlled voice.

As Jennifer hears the drink order, her angelic face turns a bright red, a little shocked that such a drink even exists, and causing Jackie to break into a broad smile and quietly laugh at her friend’s surprise and inexperience, and if there had been doubt on the minds of any of the early members gathered around the bar that Jennifer was a “newbie” it was now firmly swept away and replaced with smiles and grins at her discomfort.

Jennifer looked across at a mirror that ran the full length of the bar area and saw how red her face had become, causing her to blush even more but not before also seeing the man who had ordered the astonishing drink stare with a familiar look that Jennifer had seen so many times as an attractive female, at her friend Jackie.

Spilt Orange Juice

As Jennifer sipped at her orange juice for a moment she now noticed that there were more couples on the dance floor; two lady couples were entwined with each other, and Jennifer felt better that there were obviously other lesbian members of the club, the first couple dressed in all-leather tops and bottoms with zippered patches covering strategic parts of their anatomies, and designed to be unzipped at the appropriate moment. Jennifer had seen similar outfits in some dyke bars that she had visited on occasion.

Another lesbian couple were both a little older and dressed in more formal evening wear, one lady in a dark green woolen dress of moderate length that looked to be a custom design of some sort but not instantly recognized as one of the top five designers, and her partner in a mid-length evening skirt of black satin with a flared pale pink blouse that had the top three or four buttons undone to reveal ample breasts. Their hands caressed and moved over each other exploring and lingering in certain areas. The scene would have been typical of any gay bar in the City.

Jennifer did not see any guys dancing with each other but that did not mean that the club did not cater to that sexual preference. It was still early she told herself. What did catch her eye however were several heterosexual couples dancing slowly in the middle of the dance floor, and one couple in particular that comprised a tall Master-like figure dressed in a navy blue, expensive looking business suit and white shirt but with no tie.

His partner was a somewhat younger girl who had to be a submissive thought Jennifer as she had a slim, black leather and gold engraved collar around her slender neck, and was dressed in a short, cardinal red, pleated skirt with a cream colored, silk top that was cut away at the waist, and was held in place by a thin neck strap. The girl was not wearing a bra as her swollen nipples were quite visible beneath the thin fabric.

As Jennifer continued to watch the couple, the man maneuvered his charge to where her back was completely facing the two young women at the bar, and in a very deliberate fashion, the man placed both hands under the hem of the skirt and lifted the back of the skirt to the girl’s waist revealing that the girl was not wearing panties either.

What caused Jennifer to gasp and spill a little of her orange juice was the sight of several bright red welts across the girl’s slim naked buttocks contrasting deeply with the pale white skin of the girl’s bare bottom.

For the second time that evening, Jennifer’s face went bright red almost matching the welts on the girl’s bottom, and drawing attention now to the couple from the various bar patrons who applauded the couple on the dance floor and laughed at Jennifer’s response to the incident.

Mistress Janella

Coming out of my headspace I realize there have been new arrivals.
Inwardly reprimanding myself I head over to the bar where Jackie has open up dialouge with at least one of them
Strutting away from the play area as only a Dominant in heels can, I head to the bar, nodding at frederik for an ice. I have forgiven his "auction" antics but am still displeased of his manners when in my employ.
Coming up behind Jackie I touch her shoulders to let her know I am there I quietly say to her "Thank you Jackie, I was off in another land for the moment when they walked in"
Looking at the new arrival sipping her orange juice I tip my smirnof & intro myself.
"Hello, my name is Mistress Janella. I own this club. It is a safe haven for all in the lifestyle, from new & curious to older & experienced. ALL the Dominants understand in this club I Rule. any one can talk to me about anything, anytime. No Dominant is allowed to punish anyone for speaking to me & I expect to be asked questions if something makes you wonder no matter how silly it may seem to you. The rules are Safe, Sane & Consentual & I enforce them diligently. If I learn of a dominant mistreating a submissive, even their own collared one, I will intervene. If something seems off in a scene, please do not disrupt it but find me & bring it to my attention. I do know some of the scenes may seem very harsh & brutal for some but those ones are normally all pre negotiated with safe words or signals intact. What brings you to the club? Are you wishing to just explore or to find a Dominant?"
Pulling a bar stool over I posture a bit more friendly & await questions...

Meeting Mistress Janelle

Jennifer found herself struggling with a strange mixture of feelings and reactions to both the girl’s marked bottom on the dance floor and to the laughter around her. The sight of the bright red welts on the pale flesh of the girl’s bottom came across to Jennifer as one of the most erotic sights that she had ever seen, and which surprised her considerably.

Her gasp had been genuine, and had been a shock reaction to the scene, and thus, what was wrong with her that she also thought it was terribly erotic, indeed devastatingly sensual to her. Another part of Jennifer marveled at the complete acceptance of the girl to having her short skirt pulled-up by her male partner, and then willingly allowing everyone to view her bare bottom with the red welts totally exposed. It was as though the girl was actually proud that her partner would do such a thing.

The exhibiting of the girl’s bare bottom in public had unlocked another dark part of Jennifer’s sexual character in that she now found herself a little envious that she was not that girl and being exposed in such a manner.

Surely such welts must have been extremely painful thought Jennifer to herself, and yet the girl was dancing with the person who she suspected, had given those welts to the girl; that implied that the girl was quite happy to be with that person, and had willingly accepted whatever pain was involved.

This thought triggered another series of thoughts within Jennifer related to what would that feel like; would there be terrible pain and how did a person withstand that; would people be watching such a scene; would other things happen after receiving such welts, and Jennifer found herself becoming aroused at all of these thoughts. It was experiences that she now realized she was awfully interested in from every aspect including actually taking part in such a thing. Nothing seemed to make sense to the young woman!

It was at that moment that a tall, (easily six feet in height), powerful looking lady with blue eyes that were almost as blue as Jennifer’s eyes but with a sultry and perhaps menacing look to them, and with exceptionally long dark brown hair, reaching down to below her waist approached the two young women, and tapped Jackie on the shoulder, saying “Thank you Jackie, I was off in another land for the moment when they walked in”.

The imposing lady then turned to Jennifer:

“Hello, my name is Mistress Janella. I own this club. It is a safe haven for all in the lifestyle, from new & curious to older & experienced. ALL the Dominants understand in this club I Rule. anyone can talk to me about anything, anytime. No Dominant is allowed to punish anyone for speaking to me & I expect to be asked questions if something makes you wonder no matter how silly it may seem to you. The rules are Safe, Sane & Consentual & I enforce them diligently. If I learn of a dominant mistreating a submissive, even their own collared one, I will intervene. If something seems off in a scene, please do not disrupt it but find me & bring it to my attention. I do know some of the scenes may seem very harsh & brutal for some but those ones are normally all pre negotiated with safe words or signals intact. What brings you to the club? Are you wishing to just explore or to find a Dominant?”

Jennifer was at first, a little speechless (an effect not uncommon when being addressed by Mistress Janelle) but then shook the offered hand, nervously tried to smile, introduced herself, and began to explain how she had been referred to the club by a friend on the “Net” as a good place to learn more about the lifestyle, and to meet with different people who had similar interests.

Jennifer continued:

“I am afraid that I really don’t know that much at the moment Mistress Janelle (she found herself automatically addressing the formidable lady as Mistress Janelle) but I would like to learn as much as I can, and perhaps”, pausing for a moment as she thought about whether she actually wanted to explore as Mistress Janelle had asked, and then continuing again “not perhaps, no, I would also like to explore but I am not sure about finding a Dominant”.

For some strange reason this Mistress Janelle was giving Jennifer a resolve that she had not been sure about when she first entered the club. She even found herself explaining to Mistress Janelle with Jackie listening quietly, her feelings and reactions to the girl on the dance floor having her bare bottom exposed with such incredible red welts before everyone there.

There was a brief silence as Jennifer sipped hastily at her orange juice wondering what Mistress Janelle and Jackie would think of her now?

Jackie listening to Jennifer

I listened to Jennifer explaining that she has been interested in the BDSM lifestyle for a while and that being spanked and some other things has explored her dreams and fantasies but never yet has experienced them for real.

I smiled at Jennifer, remembering my first little step into the BDSM lifestyle, although, it was not in this Club.

I began to explain, "Jennifer, do not worry, you have came to the right place. Mistress Janella will certainly help you with your questions and enquires about anything," and then I realised that she were not really paying attention, because she saw some people doing their own thing.

I watched with Jennifer, before realising that the guy who has came in, were watching us, in particular me. I felt his eyes prying on me, before I saw him. I turned quickly as to not catch his eyes. Suddenly I felt nervous and butterflies, and automatically, my hand went up to my black collar. I looked down and realised that I might have been sending wrong signals to the guy at the bar.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Mistress Janella. I smiled and nodded at her, mouthing. 'it was my pleasure', before allowing Her to introduce Herself to Jennifer.

As they began to talk, I slipped away quietly, walked over to where the white collars were hung on the clothes hooks, just behind the bar.

Besides the hooks, there were a little cloakroom and a mirror on the wall next to it. I looked in the mirror, saw the collar, my old Master has given to me and since He passed away, I kept it on but at this moment, I felt ready to take it off, to make myself available for a new Master. I felt scared at the thought of a new Master but it has been 3 months since my old Master passed away and I felt ready to be available again for a new Master, to experience new things and I hoped that the guy at the bar were a Dom.

I took the black collar off, put it in a plastic bag to be put in my handbag in the cloakroom. Returning to the hooks, I took a while collar off a hook and put it on my collar. I had a minute to remember the first meeting of my old Master.

Then I returned to the bar, where Jennifer and Mistress Janella were still talking and I sat down, watching the dance floor, knowing that the guy at the bar has saw everything I did, and hoped that he would come over.

Mistress Janella

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She found herself explaining to Mistress Janelle with Jackie listening quietly, her feelings and reactions to the girl on the dance floor having her bare bottom exposed with such incredible red welts before everyone there.

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"Jennifer, that mix of emotions is quite normal... those two are long term partners & she loves pain, showing off the love her Master has for her & the proof of it. We all know He loves to cane & usually that brings out the most noticable welts without breaking skin. The adrenaline rush that a submissive experiences at the hand of it's Dominant is amazing, just as the rush the Dominant feels bringing out the pleasure in the submissive. The communication between a submissive & Dominant is very intricate, especially in the beginning. Any Dominant that TELLS you they KNOW what you need without negotiating isn't worth your time. It is an exchange... the submissive gives a bit of trust, the Dominant gives a bit of pleasure in reward for that gift & it grows from there until it actually seems like they can read each others needs & desires. It is up to a Dominant to communicate with the submissive to understand the needs & help the submissive grow in their care. A Dominant takes on alot of responsibility when they collar someone, so it should never be done on impulse."
Noticing Jackie wander off I realize she has gone to put on a white collar.
I see the hesitation in her hands as she takes off her black one & replace it with a white one.
"Jennifer, when you are ready to look for a Dominant there are white collars by the door. Until you are ready & wishing to be approached for collaring feel free to mingle & ask question. Most of the Dominants are willing to answer questions as long as they are respectful & non invasive...Please NEVER inturrupt a scene... find Myself or someone you trust & ask them...Jackie has been in mourning as her Master passed on, but tonight I see she has decided to mourn no longer. In His will her Master requested she come here to find a new one as he knew there would be no pressures. This is where He collared her. I do my best to keep the jerks out but if one gets in & bothers you let me know... if you decide to try something the play area is always available... I have had submissives await at different stations in hope someone will come play, teach & sometimes someone will. I have been known to play with uncollared ones on occasion. If you play I am very strict with safewords... Green is good keep going, Yellow is you are coming to a limit, back off a bit, Red means stop NOW because something is wrong or painful. Aftercare is a requirement as well... I do not like sub drop so the Dominant is responsible for making sure you come back to reality before letting you go."

Sitting back I allow her to digest this mass of information, hoping I didn't overload her.

seeing Jackie coming back I hug her close & give her a kiss on the temple.
"Ready tonight? I saw the hesitation, are you sure?"
looking into her eyes I see she is ok with the white collar.
"You can always talk to me, remember that ok hun?"

I look to the other girl standing at he door, looking terrified.
I wave her over, hoping she will come & introduce herself to us

Jackie

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seeing Jackie coming back I hug her close & give her a kiss on the temple.
"Ready tonight? I saw the hesitation, are you sure?"
looking into her eyes I see she is ok with the white collar.
"You can always talk to me, remember that ok hun?"

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Smiling as Mistress Janella hugged me close, I nodded.

"Yes, Mistress Janella, I feel ready," I paused, before continuing, "I will miss my old Master, I loved Him and He loved me, but it is time for me to move forward in life and I feel tonight is the right time for me to begin to go forward"

I looked at Jennifer, she seemed to be more comfortable now, after hearing all what Mistress Janella had to say.

"I hope Mistress Janella have helped you, Jennifer," I said to Jennifer, "She were the one who introduced me to my old Master and for that I am extremely grateful to Her."

I smiled, and gesturing at the barman for more drinks, I feel more happier since my old Master passed away. I felt some closure when I took the black collar off and I will always keep it but I won't wear it again.

Looking up, I see the guy at the bar, watching in my way and I smiled.

Inspiration and Guidance for Jennifer

Jennifer was very relieved when Mistress Janelle accepted what she had tried to explain in her somewhat nervous state about her feelings and why she was at the club. It appeared her reactions were certainly not unusual and understanding that made her feeling better about being at the club now. Her “Net” friend had been correct in that The Dungeon club was an excellent place for the purpose of not only exploring different aspects of her dark side as she called it but to also learn a great deal more about the lifestyle.

She wondered about the adrenaline rush that Mistress Janelle explained often occurred between a submissive and their Dominant in a scene such as being caned to the degree of leaving very noticeable welts but without breaking the skin as had happened with the girl on the dance floor. It also sounded as though the communication between a Dominant and their submissive was extremely important, and Jennifer would remember what Mistress Janelle had said about any Dominant saying that they know what a submissive needs without negotiating and discussing at some length was not a good choice for a Dominant.

Jennifer realized that there was indeed, a great deal to learn about the lifestyle, and that Mistress Janelle had clearly indicated that she was always available to discus things with and ask questions. Jennifer suspected that she would have many of those.

As Jennifer listened quietly to Mistress Janelle explain about Jackie and the reason that she wore a black collar, and that a white collar being worn by a submissive was a sign that the submissive was looking for a Dominant and could be approached for that purpose; she now realized that it was something that she had not heard about before, and again, was a measure of proof that visiting this club and meeting Mistress Janelle had been a good decision on her part.

Jennifer was also grateful to Mistress Janelle for explaining about safewords, and would remember her exact words on the subject “If you play I am very strict with safewords... Green is good keep going, Yellow is you are coming to a limit, back off a bit, Red means stop NOW because something is wrong or painful. Aftercare is a requirement as well... I do not like sub drop so the Dominant is responsible for making sure you come back to reality before letting you go.”

Jennifer was not sure about having a Dominant at this stage but she listened carefully to the rules regarding a likely submissive wishing to try different things and that waiting beside a particular piece of equipment in the “Play Area” would often attract some attention, and she might then experience a scene under appropriate conditions without selecting a white collar at that stage.

Understanding about her friend Jackie now and the loss of her previous Dominant, Jennifer that Jackie was making a big decision in exchanging her black collar for a white one and when her friend returned, and was then hugged by Mistress Janelle, Jennifer in her compassionate way, told Jackie that she was really sorry to hear about the death of her previous Dominant, and wished her every success in finding another Dominant who would never replace her last Dominant as such but would open new doors, and establish a new relationship for Jackie.

Jennifer also hugged her friend, and thanked her for introducing her to Mistress Janelle, and in answer to Jackie’s question, she explained that yes, Mistress Janelle had already been more than helpful in considering her questions and in providing valuable information that Jennifer would not forget.

As her friend Jackie ordered more drinks from the barman, Jennifer also noticed the way that the guy seated nearby at the bar was continuing to look at her friend, and she truly hoped that it might be the start of something new for Jackie.

Atmosphere

Sipping her orange juice (Jennifer had a low alcohol level, and knew better than to become inebriated in a strange environment), Jennifer looked beyond the person eying her friend Jackie and observed an unlikely couple engaged in earnest conversation mixed with wandering hands at the end of the bar.

The girl was a little younger than Jennifer perhaps 22 or 23 and dressed in a gothic creation that was part dress and part cape in what appeared to be a midnight black velvet or heavy rayon material with cutouts around the waist and the girl’s large breasts. However the main attraction to the girl who was not unattractive was the unusual hair style, and her pitch black colored hair offset by heavy white make-up over most of her face giving an almost ghoulish look to the young girl.

Her companion could not have been more different. An older, slender lady dressed rather “butch” style in an expensive dark navy, latex cat suit with short blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, and a pierced upper lip. The two laughed quietly from time to time, both only with an interest in each other and unaware of anything else around them.

The older lady’s hands would slip inside the girl’s cutouts to caress her breasts or slide between the cutouts at the waist to then travel sideways or downwards with the girl clearly enjoying the attention.

On the other side of the bar area, a Male Dominant (Jennifer concluded that the man was a Master as both the barman and the two girls that were with him, addressed him as Sir) ordered another lager by name, and one that Jennifer had never heard of before while looking around the main area of the club, and apparently not very interested in the two girls who were both vying for his attention.

More members had now arrived at the club, and the dance floor was busier with both couples, and single members dancing on their own, perhaps to gain attention from possible Dominants. The music was also louder now, and the tempo had changed to a faster one than before. The atmosphere was one of typical night club mixed with a singles meeting place but also tinged with a certain undercurrent of the unknown, of things waiting to happen, perhaps even a degree of menace and danger that added to the atmosphere rather than taking away from it.

Jennifer found herself actually relaxing a little more, and enjoying the sights and sounds around her as she sifted through the different thoughts that were flitting back and forth in her mind.

Being Jennifer, it never occurred to her that she was also a major attraction to the club at that moment with her natural beauty and air of innocence that was drawing many envious, curious, lustful, and more than a little interested gazes from many of the club patrons both new arrivals and those that had been there when Jennifer first entered.

(OOC: Apologises for not posting more regularly as I should have - I was at uni all week - so when I got home, I was too tired to think!! *laughs*)

I knew that I might have found a good friend in Jennifer when she wished me well with the search for a new Master and I look forward to the searching.

"Jennifer, thank you," I responded, after she hugged me. I looked around the club, seeing a various of couples or people on their own, doing their own things. I felt a little jealousy as I wanted to be part of a C/couple.

I looked on wards to the guy, who kept staring at me and I had a feeling that he were a male Dom. I considered whether if I should go over and introduce myself or not.

I saw Mistress Janella waving to the girl at the door, looking a little lost and signalled for her to come over. I decoded to stay to meet the girl if she does come over.

New Male Sub

Name: Malcolm MacDonald
Hair: Black
Height: 6'
Position: Male/Sub
Sexual orientation: Bi
Turns on: Leather and whips
Turns off: whimpy females, looks to be totally dominated by the women


Malcolm had just gotten done with a stint in the military, and was looking for something different. In the military he had found that he liked being dominated and told what to do, so he looked up what his interest were on the internet when he got out. He found that he was perfect, almost to be a sub. He also heard about the dungeon while there and thought that this would be the perfect place to go to become subservient to a Dominatrix, and learn how to please his mistress. He shaved his private parts, and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, along with a pair of cowboy boots, and went to see if the Dungeon would accept him as a novice sub in training.[/QUOTE]