Chapter 1 #3
After I hop out, I moisturize with some rose-scented edible coconut oil to so when my Dom licks me from the rooter to the tooter, he’s not tasting nothing but ass and coconuts! Finally, I quickly change, making sure to be careful since it’s so delicate.
Once I’m done wresting with it, I glance down, and a strange mix of dread and arousal hit me.
The color is the deepest shade of blood-red, a luxurious, almost black crimson that compliments my rich dark skin.
The main piece, a structured bodysuit, built like a cage of silk and mesh.
I can feel the stiff boning cinching my waist, pulling my body into a dramatic hourglass shape that feels thrillingly powerful and sexy.
The satin panels covering my stomach are smooth and cool, a striking contrast to the sheer, ornate lace running on my bust. It’s the kind of intricate, expensive lace that screams “I want to be taken.”
My gaze travels to the accessories. Around my throat, the velvet lace choker I got from the club with my nickname, Cookie, on the tag, feels like a silent promise, that I WILL be claimed tonight.
And then the stockings… they are thick, dark crimson thigh-highs, patterned with a heavy floral lace that leaves little to the imagination.
The adjustable garter straps connect them tautly to the bodice, a visible and functional detail that makes me feel utterly exposed, ready to be taken and put to good use for whoever will pick me up.
But I can’t help but chuckle because if Alik saw me in this, he would probably have a heart attack.
He’s so adorable, and God I wish he was my type, but…
my belly dips and my mouth waters thinking about what could be in store for me.
I’m so ready to the point I’m buzzing, and I can’t wait any longer.
I grab my trench coat, throw it on, and tip toe out of the room, heading out to the car waiting on me outside.
“Good evening, Miss. Vhere are vee heading?” the kind older Russian asks and I shyly hand him my phone with the address that came in an encrypted email yesterday.
I expect him to make a face or something, but he simply nods and enters the address into the GPS.
“Very vell.” He nods and turns, driving off with not one question, not even starting small talk, which my nerves can appreciate.
I watch the estate disappear and the lights of the city flash and recede, the polished leather of the backseat feeling like a sleek cage. I fist my knuckles tight as I grip the hem of the coat, the only thing keeping me sane in this crazy ass moment.
The drive was a blur of impatience and anticipation until the car finally slows to a stop. The driver hops out and opens the door, leaving me to get out on shaky legs.
“Will you be needing a ride back, Miss?” the driver asks, looking at the old building in question. I’m not going to lie… so do I, but I know this is Pleasure Palace’s MO. They keep things discreet.
“Yes, will it be too much to wait here?” I ask and he nods.
“I’m your personal escort, Miss. I can vait all night… it vill be a pleasure.” He smiles, and I sigh, knowing I’m going to miss this treatment when I go back home.
“Thank you, then can you please wait?”
“Da. Just call vhen you’re ready.” He nods and pulls over to where the traffic controller tells him as I walk over to the entrance.
“Invite number,” the big burly Russian man speaks without an ounce of kindness.
“908654,” I repeat the number that I memorized by heart and hand him my invite for him to look over.
“Collar.” He looks up, and I bite my lip, embarrassed, but I pull my trench coat down to show the red collar. He takes out a scanner and after a quiet beep, the device shows my member headshot as well as the rest of my information.
Name: Cookie
Membership #: 908654
Role: Submissive
Safe word: Snow globe
Age: 26
Ethnicity: Black
Biological Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/her
“You may enter. Velcome to Pleasure Palace Red Collar Night.” He bows and steps aside, opening the door for me, allowing me to enter.
My stomach dips when I walk inside and see nothing, but a red light scans me, and a click is heard.
In front of me, a black door slides open, and I don’t even hesitate to step inside as it closes behind me.
But I’m shook as fuck when the platform I’m standing on encloses and I move up, and double shook when I notice I’m in a glass elevator going up the damn mountain!
“Whoa!”
It feels so surreal and magical when the elevator reaches its destination. The door finally opens and I turn to see a tall woman standing there looking so damn beautiful that she makes my heart ache.
“Welcome to Pleasure Palace,” she says with a deep-ass voice that makes me nearly trip over my heel. Wait a damn minute… is that a man?! She’s tall, pretty as fuck with almost platinum hair and dressed to the Gods but… upon a closer look … yup! That’s a damn Adam’s apple!
“My name’s Frank. I’m the host tonight…if you need anything, press the side of your collar,” he states, bored, as if he’d rather be anywhere but here.
“Th-thank you,” I stammer.
“Yeah.” He cocks his head. “Go in and they will take you to your room,” he states, and I nod, walking by him. I notice he has a phone with a picture of a pretty Black girl in a football uniform and a shit ton of tissues that smell pungent as fuck… I know the smell of nut when I come across it!
Damn… whoever that guy is must be obsessed as fuck. When I enter, I’m enthralled immediately. The air is thick, warm, and there is a spice that hangs in the air that makes my nipples hard and clit tingle. The lighting is dim, red-toned.
“Right this way, miss,” a pretty Black girl states and I follow behind her in awe. Damn… everybody up in here look fuckable. I swear, even the attendant has the aura of someone who’s been tied up at least once today.
I repress the excited moan, trying to look like I belong and pretend I’ve been in settings like this, but on God, I’m taking notes on what wealth, power, and sex truly feels like. On God, Sydney’s handlers Dustin and Rafe, the owners of Pleasure Palace, did their big one with this place!
The vibe is magnetic and charged. There’s no pounding bass, no crowd.
Just low music and murmured voices as servers walk about.
“Here is your room, Miss. When you enter, please fill out the form waiting for you, and we will see if you match with any other room’s desires.
” She smiles and opens the door for me. I enter the red room, take a seat, and pull the form to me, looking it over.
Please check your Preferences.
And highlight your Limits.
My damn head spins at all the options available, but I steel my heart and read everything over slowly, ready to let loose.
I know that just because you get a red ticket, that doesn’t mean you will match with anyone…
which is the sucky part, but I came here to be fucked.
The moment I got this ticket, I left my inhibitions at the door…
within reason, I’m willing to try most anything if it’ll feel good.
I check the boxes slowly, trying not to shake:
2+ Male Dom or switch partners
Open to Dom or switch female partners
Willing to share with other full submissives
Pain tolerance- spanking, hair pulling, rough sex
Language preference- English
Safe word- Snow globe
I look at my list, heart pounding. I thought I was being bold by saying I’m open to two or more partners… but saying I’m okay with a woman… my heart skips a beat because I’ve never been with one, but after seeing that man outside, I’m not too opposed to it, especially if they look as pretty as him.
However, as crazy as it may seem, I don’t want to share with a full submissive. I’m okay with multiple Doms and switches, but I want to be the only full-blown submissive… I’m greedy, and I like all the attention being on me.
I sigh and bite my lip. Shaking, I set the clipboard in its designated place before I chicken out. My eyes go wide when another red light flashes. A screen turns on, and a shit ton of numbers flash across it before it rolls to a stop with a soft ding.
Room: 06
I swallow hard and rub my sweaty palms across my trench coat. Th-this is it… I tremble as I slide off my coat, hooking it on the hanger. I walk out, frowning when I don’t see the attendant, but my eyes widen when the arrows appear on the floor with the number 06 lighting up. This is crazy as fuck!
With my heart racing, I wonder… who did I match up with? I follow the arrow all the way down the hall until a I stop at a lone door in a massive hall.
Slowly I walk up to the door and a message on the floor states “You’ve arrived.” After that, the arrows and lights blank out.
I lift my hand to knock, but I pause when I hear whimpering.
“UGHNNNN! TH-THERE, DA! DA! MISHA!” A woman’s voice rings out, and I clench my legs tight, feeling my clit tingle.
W-well… I d-did say I’m okay w-with a woman.
The craziest part is, since this event is only for submissives to apply to and I requested that I be the only full submissive in the room.
Whoever this woman is, it’s almost guaranteed she’s not a red ticket holder and she’s a Dom…
just like whoever is going to town on her.
She must have come with whoever is behind this door with her…
I place my hand on my heart and step up to knock, but when I step where the last arrow was, the infamous red light scans me. The door clicks before it opens, and my heart skips a beat, my vision swimming.
“AHHHHHHH! DA MISHHHHAAA!!!” a woman screams as she’s being mercilessly fucked by a big ass, lumberjack ass man. He’s got her legs bent at the waist, and her knees touch her shoulders. Bitch, she is folded like a lawn chair while this big ass Russian mother fucker pounds the fuck out of her pussy.