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  I stopped dead in my tracks the moment I heard a pleasured whimper through the crack in the door. I stepped back and hid around the corner of the door the first second I did.

  “What the fuck…” I muttered under my breath as I stopped and listened. I thought I was going crazy at first, but then I heard it again. I stood there for almost a minute listening to the moans of Ms. Everett through her opened door.

  “Grace.” My heart dropped the moment I heard her say my name. I was too petrified to move a muscle. “Grace, I know you’re outside the door.”

  What the fuck! Was she some kind of psychic? Was I being that loud?

  “I know you’re curious. Come inside.” She said pointedly. I drew in an unsteady breath and slowly rounded the corner and pushed the door open.

  My eyes quickly scanned the room, but the second I saw her behind her desk I couldn’t look anywhere else. There she was, skirt hiked up over her hips and her bare pussy on full display. Her toned legs were spread wide for me as she stared at me with a devilish smile across her ruby red lips.

  “I’m sorry. I’ll just…” I quickly shielded my eyes and started to turn around out of embarrassment.

  “You don’t have to go anywhere.” She quickly interrupted me. I stopped halfway out the door, still clutching onto the report she had me stay late for. Slowly, I turned back around and looked right between her legs. She was so wet she made part of her leather chair glisten underneath the light. “Did you not think I would notice how you look at me, Grace?” She said, slipping her fingertip up the length of her pussy.

  I gulped and stammered for a moment. “I…what do you mean?”

  “Do you like what you see?” I managed to break my eyes away from her pussy and look at her. She stared right through me. I swear she must have heard my heart thumping inside my chest. My eyes slipped back down toward her hand pleasuring herself. “Oh, fuck.” She muttered as she eased the tip of her finger inside. I gulped and shifted on my feet, but I didn’t turn around and leave. I was in a state of shocked curiosity. “Sit down.” Ms. Everett said as she held her hand out toward the seat on the other side of her desk.

  Before I realized what I was doing, my feet were already carrying me forward. I placed the folder on her desk and slowly sat down in the chair. My hands clutched at the armrests. Ms. Everett leaned forward and turned her computer monitor to face me.

  “Do you like watching this?”

  On the screen was a woman tied to a bench. She was bent over with her ass hiked up into the air. Another woman stood behind her with a large strap on cock. The moment I saw the video my heart lurched. “I see that smile. I knew you’d like it.” Ms. Everett said as she pointed at me with a quick laugh. I didn’t even notice myself smiling until she pointed it out.

  I watched her fingers slip over her clit, making her hips buck off the chair. She tossed her head back and stared at the ceiling. She flattened her palm and grinded it against her pussy. Another deep moan rumbled out of her. A few seconds later she snapped her head back down and glared right at me.

  “Join me.” She said pointedly, almost as if it were an order.

  My mouth fell open in more shock. “What?”

  “I said, join me. Take your pants off and feel yourself.” She said, flicking her eyes toward my crotch. My hands quickly found the button on my slacks. They were unbuttoned and unzipped in a matter of seconds. “Now pull them down your legs. Let me see that nice pussy of yours.” Ms. Everett said with a smirk.

  I was nervous as hell, but I wasn’t unwilling. It was difficult for me to wrap my head around what was happening. Still, I found myself following all her orders. I pushed my pants down to my ankles and leaned back in the chair, watching her finger fucking herself. Her hand moved faster the more of my legs I revealed.

  “I knew you’d be wet.” She motioned between my legs with a smile. I looked down to see my panties soaked. “Now pull them down too.” She said before rolling her head to the side and moaning as her fingers slicked across her clit. The feeling of my panties peeling away from my wetness reminded me of just how turned on I was.

  “You like this? Don’t you, Grace?” She said with a knowing smirk.

  All I could do was nod my head ‘yes’ as my fingers slipped along my pussy. They brushed over my clit and my leg jolted, earning a giggle from Ms. Everett. I slowly pushed two fingers inside of me until I let out a breathy moan that filled the room.

  “That’s it. Keep going and come for me.” Ms. Everett encouraged me with a pleasured whimper of her own. It felt like all the blood in my body rushed to my center. Tingles fluttered down the backs of my legs as I pushed my fingers in and out. In and out.

  Faster.

  My hips started to lurch off of the seat.

  “That’s it. Just give in. Just let those slutty urges take over you.” Ms. Everett sat back and watched me as pleasure took over my face. I used the wetness form my pussy to slick over my clit. Running circles. Pressing harder.

  I didn’t even feel a buildup as an orgasm slammed into me. I crumpled back onto the chair, legs shaking as all the air in my lungs gusted out of me with a moan.

  I leaned back panting for air, pussy on full display for my boss. Ms. Everett pulled her skirt back down her hips. That was when I realized that she probably hadn’t been wearing panties all day. I wondered if she always did that.

  I think I knew the answer.

  She leaned forward in her chair and looked at me with a smile. My horny excitement was finally starting to wear off. That familiar embarrassment was washing over me again.

  Her face turned up in a wicked smile. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

  Chapter 3

  The Black Hourglass was in a long, dimly lit alleyway in the city’s heart. There’s a light echo off the buildings surrounding me as my heels click on the concrete. Even though I’m in a somewhat scary alleyway, I walk slower than I need to. It’s my way of summoning up the courage to do this. The most troubling part is that I don’t even know what this is. I just know I’m going to some kind of ‘sex club’.

  I can see a small neon sign at the end of the alley. It’s in the shape of an hourglass and it sits just above a rusty old metal door.

  “This is so stupid.” I mutter as I readjust my short cocktail dress. Ms. Everett told me to dress provocative, yet chic. I didn’t really know what that meant so I spent the better part of an evening shopping for the right clothing. I settled in a short, form fitting cocktail dress that clung high up my thighs. I’ve already felt the cool air blow up my thighs and remind me just how wet I am downstairs. As nervous as I am, I don’t think I’ve been this wet for so long. The past few days I’ve been randomly pleasuring myself every chance I get.

  “Here it goes.” I breathe in deep and walk the last few feet toward the barely lit door. I catch myself looking around like I’m about to make some kind of drug deal. There’s no one in sight. I reach for the handle and pull, but it’s locked. A small eye-slit in the door opens in the door. All I can see inside is a wash of red light and a dark figure blocking the rest of my view.

  “Card.” She says in a commanding voice.

  “Right, of course.” I give the mysterious figure a smile as I reach inside my clutch and pull out the card Ms. Everett gave me. I slip it through the slit in the door. It’s quickly snatched away from my hand and pulled inside the door. I stand there patiently for a moment, not sure what else to do. Finally, I hear a loud metal clang and the door jolts open. The red light floods out of the small room and lights the end of the alleyway.

  “Welcome to the Black Hourglass.” The young woman says as she steps aside for me. My eyes quickly scan over her. She’s some kind of dominatrix nurse with small cat ears at the top of her head. But my eyes land right at her breasts as I step inside. “You don’t look bad yourself.” She says and grabs my ass. My whole body jumps from the unexpected touch. I don’t know how to react so I just giggle.

  “Get used to that da
rling.” She winks at me before pulling the heavy metal door shut behind her. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the red light. “I’ll take that from you.” She says as she reaches for my small clutch. I’m hesitant to give it up. I have a feeling I’m going to be on edge all night. “Don’t worry, it’s safe with me. You’ll get it back when you leave.” I nod and hand it over to her. “You’re Dom will be waiting for you on the other side of that door.” She points to a large wooden door at the end of the small room.

  “Thank you.”

  “Have fun.” She smiles as I head toward the second door. My jaw clenches tight and my fingers tap at my side. My hand lands on the door handle and I freeze. I can already feel the vibrations from the thumping music on the other side of the door. I have no idea what I’m about to walk into, but I know it’s going to be crazy. “Don’t worry, your first time is always the best.” The sexy nurse says with a light giggle.

  “Right.” I nod, trying to convince myself that she’s right. I push the handle down and pull the door open. The loud, bumping music hits me in the face. It’s a large room the size of a gymnasium and its filled with scantly clad and naked women walking around. The corners are dark and any lighting that does reach them are black lights. As I take in everything before me, the nurse pushes me from behind and I go stumbling forward. I turn around with fire in my eyes but the large wooden door has already closed behind me.

  “Welcome newcomer.” A woman says as she walks past me. Her hand lightly brushes along my hip as she looks at me with a seductive smile. My eyes are glued to hers and it takes a moment of me to see the other woman crawling behind her on a leash. She’s got thick bunny ears attached to the top of her head and what looks like bunny tail attached to her ass. I can’t be sure, but I think it’s a butt-plug that keeps the tail in place.

  “Fuck yes!” A woman cries out off to my right as another one buries her face between her thighs. It wasn’t until now that I realize the room is nothing but women. There’s no man in sight. Not even the bartenders are men. When I look over to the bar on the other side of the dance floor, I see her. Ms. Everett. She’s leaning back on the bar with both elbows and she’s got a half leather mask that covers her cheeks and eyes. Most people probably wouldn’t recognize her, but I’d notice those lips and tits any day. Even if she was on the other side of a crowded room.

  She acts like a beacon of light and safety to me and before I know it, my feet are carrying me toward her. There’s a million different sex acts going on around me. A couple of Masters stand by chatting with drinks in their hands as their leashed pets eat each other out. Another is bent over a couch as her Master fucks her from behind with a strap on cock. I can’t help but turn my head and watch that as I walk by. Something about seeing that hard dildo slip in and out of her sends tingles right between my thighs. My breath stops and my heart pounds.

  “You look like a lost puppy.” Ms. Everett says as soon as I walk up to her. She’s still leaning back against the bar, looking as confident and sexy as ever. Her tight leather outfit squeezes her breasts up high. This is the first time I’ve ever seen her without her glasses. I can’t tell which I like more. When she has them on, there’s a sexy librarian quality about her. But without them she looks closer to a runway model.

  “I feel a little lost.” I admit.

  “Don’t worry, I’m here to guide you.” Ms. Everett says as she leans away from the bar and scoops an arm around my waist. Her other hand grabs around the back of my head as she pulls me in for a rough kiss. I melt into her. Our breasts press together and my heart pounds in my temples. The flowery scent of her perfume tickles the back of my nose and makes my knees go weak. I’ve always loved the way she smells, but tonight there’s something different about it.

  She breaks away from the kiss, grabs my wrist, and directs me to sit down in the barstool next to her. I do everything she asks of me. I’ve always been completely obedient to her. She has an almost hypnotizing quality to her. I think it’s her unwavering confidence. Whatever it is, it lulls me into compliance. It’s my comfort zone.

  “I saw you watching that pet getting fucked.” Ms. Everett motions over at the Master and Pet on the couch. I look back to see the pet clutching at the couch cushions. They’ve already got a crowd forming around them. “Do you want that to be you?”

  My mouth flutters for a moment as I try to figure out what to say. “I’m not even sure what I want.”

  Ms. Everett plants her hand on the inside of my knees. Slowly, she slips it upward. I tremble and lock eyes with her. “You know what turns you on, but you don’t know why it turns you on?”

  “Yes.” I’ve never been able to put my feelings into words like that. I feel like she knows me better than I know myself. With sex, that might actually be true. Knowing she has that knowledge and power over me makes me shake with nervous excitement.

  “Don’t worry, that’s a common feeling with new pets. The what is more important than the why. After that, it’s about having the courage to just go along with what you enjoy.” She smiles at me and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. She reaches behind her on the bar. My heart drops when I see what’s in her hands.

  A gold leash with a collar attached to the end of it.

  “You’re training starts now, pet.” I gulp and stare at her wide-eyed. “Don’t worry, I have a private room waiting for us.” She flashes me a daring smile as she unfastens the leash. I sit still on the stool as she clamps the collar around my neck. “There we go.” She brushes the backs of her fingertips down my neck and over my collar bone. “You look better this way.” Then she takes a step away from the bar and lightly pulls on the leash. I feel my collar tug and I stand up. We only get a few steps before Ms. Everett turns around and glares at me.

  She snaps her fingers and points to the ground. “Pets don’t walk on their feet.”

  “Okay.” I slowly fall to the floor, looking around to see if anyone is paying attention to us. No one is.

  “It’s yes, Master.” She corrects me with a wag of her finger.

  “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s a good pet.” She pats the top of my head and I’m already feeling myself slip into my new submissive role. Ms. Everett turns on her heels and starts making her way through the crowd. I pass a few other pets crawling on the ground with me. They stare at me for a moment before blowing me a kiss. It’s a different experience on the floor. The Masters have their world above, and the pets have theirs below.

  “Here.” Ms. Everett stops at a wall with an unassuming black door. I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if she didn’t stop in front of it. She reaches into a small pocket on the side of her leather outfit and pulls out a keycard. I sit on my knees right next to her. The golden leash leading to her hand glints underneath the lights above us.

  “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

  Chapter 4

  The room is filled with sex objects. Toys hanging on the walls and various pieces of sex furniture around the room. Some of them look like they could be torture devices.

  “You’ll need to move around freely, but only when I say.” Ms. Everett bends down and unclips the leash from my collar.

  She walks over to something that looks like a weird sloped bench. “The first part of your training is here.” She points to it and I start to crawl forward. “Ass up on the high end.” She snickers. As I get into position, Ms. Everett saunters over to the wall of sex toys. She looks over her shoulder behind her to make sure I’m in position.

  I feel more vulnerable than ever. My ass is poked high up in the air and exposed for her. My head dips toward the ground. I wonder how long I can stay like this before it feels like my blood will rush to my head. Ms. Everett walks back with a large, black paddle. It’s hard to see it in the dim lighting, but its unmistakable as she playfully spins it in her hand.

  She steps behind me. I nervous jitter races through my body when she pushes her hand between my thighs. Her fingers slip along my pussy lips.r />
  “Fuck…” I groan, trying to roll my hips back against her touch, but the way my ass is hiked up in the air makes it difficult to move at all.

  “You’re so wet for me.” She smiles at me. “Does my pet like this?”

  “Yes.” I pant as her finger dares to push inside of me.

  “I bet you’re so tight. So needy.”

  I try to push my ass back, but I can only move back an inch. She grabs ahold of my rolling hips to pin me in place. “Please. Push them inside me.” I beg as her finger presses right at my entrance.

  SMACK!

  “Fuck!”

  The leather paddle came slapping down on my ass so hard it echoed off the walls. The pain prickles across my cheeks as my skin turns red.

  “A pet needs to learn her limits. Asking is okay, but begging…”

  SMACK!

  “I’m sorry, Master!” I yelp out as the second strike comes slapping down onto me. This blow is even harder than the last. The pain prickles like a thousand fire ants biting me.

  SMACK!

  I grit my teeth and clamp my eyes shut. Ms. Everett is even more strict here than she is at work. Luckily, the third strike isn’t as bad as the others. Maybe I’m just getting used to them now. The paddle hisses through the air before it lands on me again with a loud thwack. I’ve completely thought about the wet horny mess between my thighs. My entire world is wrapped up in they pain she’s causing me now.

  A few more strikes later and she’s rubbing her fingertips along my pussy again. I groan when she slips the first inch of her finger inside of me. “You’ll quickly learn that pain and pleasure go hand in hand. Your body will turn into a lighting rod of feelings.” She giggles as my legs start to jolt. She pulls away and smacks me again, but this time it barely registers in my mind. I’m too busy thinking about her fingers inside my pussy.