Bound Temptations: Autumn's Submission: (An Alpha Male BDSM Club Owner’s Dark and Gritty Tale) Read online

  “The view from here is nice, but you’ll look much better with some marks from my crop.” I walked across the hardwood oak flooring to the silver-edged oak armoire in the corner of my office that held my sex toys. I’d had this chest specially made to hold all of the things that I would need to test girls. I could have bought a cheap foot-locker or shelf like everyone else, but I wasn’t just another person. I had lived in poverty my entire life, but I’d worked my ass off to become wealthier than most people ever dreamed of. The scars that covered my body showed just how many life or death situations I’d put myself in to get where I was.

  I opened the armoire and could feel Autumn’s gaze on my back and ass while my fingers ran over the set of midnight leather instruments of torture that hung from the door. I pulled the well-worn riding crop from its place on the door. It would sting, especially when used on her more sensitive areas, but it wouldn’t bruise or make it to where she couldn’t work tonight. Nobody wants to buy a broken body. The crop was one of the best tools for warming a slut’s body up before really punishing it with a paddle, flogger, or cane.

  I bent down to look into her hazel eyes and said, “Slut, you’re about to be tested. I’m going to make you cry. I’m going to use and abuse your sexy body until you’re begging me to fuck your ass just so that I’ll stop torturing the rest of you because, if you wear the red scarf, your clients will be even worse. They’ll leave you bruised and crying on the floor covered in cum, and you’ll wish that you’d never asked for this. If you decide that you can’t handle it anymore, all you need to do is say ‘red’ and I’ll stop, but you won’t be able to try to earn it again for another two months. Do you understand?”

  I could tell that her heart pounding as she stared back into my eyes. I’d always had this effect on women. They heard my words. They knew what I meant to do. Yet, they still wanted me to do it to them. They would have done anything to convince me to fuck them. Almost any woman can do the same thing to a man, but it’s rare for a man to be able to do it to a woman.

  “Yes, sir. I understand.” I smiled my Master’s smile at her. Any woman that had spent any time under me would know that smile and understand that they were about to experience the sadistic side of me, the side of me that had survived the torture of my youth. More than one woman had cried at the sight of that smile. Yet, today I hoped that Autumn wouldn’t turn away from the pain and would instead embrace it. Maybe she could even get some enjoyment out of it.

  I stepped back and moved the crop to her face, softly tickling her cheek with it, letting her feel the leather that would soon be biting into her flesh like a thousand bees. She rubbed her cheek up to it, enjoying the suppleness of the worn leather. I dragged the tip across her neck and down to her collar, and she looked up at me as she braced herself for the coming blow.

  Her nipples hardened as the tip brushed against them. I made circles around one of her tits. I could see her trying to control her breathing, but it wouldn’t matter. She would be screaming soon. In a flash of black leather, I went from caressing her skin to stinging it as the crop popped against the tip of her other nipple. Autumn let out a shriek at the sudden change. It had hurt her. Yet, her response had been from the shock rather than from the pain. I quickly switched to the other nipple and swatted her much harder. This time, she screamed instead of shrieking, and it was definitely from pain.

  I reached out and pinched the nipple that I’d just swatted, and she grimaced as I began to squeeze and twist. Either she had a high pain tolerance or she didn’t have very sensitive nipples because most girls would be doing much more than making ugly faces at me. I moved to her side and swatted the inside of her thighs repetitively and her body strained at the bindings.

  “Little slut, I hope that this isn’t too much for you. I’m just warming up.” I slowly twisted her nipple even more. She didn’t respond to my comment, but she set her jaw as she prepared to take more.

  I let go of her nipple, and ran my finger across her slit. She was drenched, and my cock twitched in response. I enjoyed causing a girl pain, but right now, I was frustrated with everything that had happened in the past few days and wanted nothing more than to flip her over and fill her ass with my cum. I had to be patient, though because this was business and not pleasure. I’d get to fuck her ass soon enough.

  I pushed my finger into her cunt and she let out a soft moan. My thumb made circles around her clit, and her breathing sped up. She would be much more fun once she was really worked up. I’d love to hear her beg me to fuck her. I added two more fingers, and her tight little pussy had trouble taking them. I looked into her eyes as they glossed over, and her moans became more desperate and need-filled.

  I felt her pussy start to constrict, and I immediately pulled my fingers out. “Ohhh please don’t stop! I was so close!”

  “Slut, you forget that your pleasure doesn’t matter. The only thing that should matter to you is whether I’m happy, whether I’m enjoying the use of your body. You’re nothing more than a sex toy, and you don’t ask your vibrator if it enjoys being shoved into your cunt, do you?”

  I brought my glistening fingers to her mouth, and icicles of her cum dripped from them onto her lips. She opened for me, and I put my fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue over them, cleaning her juices off as she sucked and swallowed it down. The feeling and image made my cock even more desperate to be inside of her. I reminded myself that she needed to be tested more.

  I stepped back and swung the crop again, this time letting it slap against her pussy lips, and the slutty, lust-filled expression on her face quickly turned to one of agony. She laid her head back and screamed as I swatted her over and over again. Each time, her pussy got redder and more swollen. It would make her even more enjoyable to fuck when it came time to filling her cunt with my 8-inch cock.

  When I’d given her five swats to her cunt, I went back to her breasts and focused on her tits instead of her nipples. By the time I’d finished, both of her tits were covered in small squares of crimson welts and she was breathing fast and hard. I was surprised at how well she’d taken the crop. It was time to move to harder and more painful tools.

  I walked back to the armoire and put the crop back in its place. I picked up the paddle and thought for a second. It wouldn’t work well in her current position, and I enjoyed seeing her face. I put the paddle back and got the flogger. It would work better on her backside, but I could still do a little damage before flipping her over.

  I put the thin black leather wrist-wrap on as I walked back to Autumn. Her eyes were open wide as she saw the 18 inch long strips of ebony buffalo leather hanging from the leather-wrapped handle. I deftly flicked the flogger quickly against the couch right next to Autumn, and her body jumped and tried to get away. Many girls had experienced paddles and crops, but most had never seen a flogger in action. I let the tips of the leather trail across her thighs and her body began to quiver at the touch of the leather against her.

  With my sadistic Master’s smile, I said, “It’s only going to get worse. Are you sure that you don’t want to give up and say ‘red’?”

  Autumn fiercely shook her head and clenched her jaw as she stared into my eyes. She was a strong girl, but I wondered if she could play the part of a submissive well enough.

  “Then you need to prove that you can enjoy it. Remember that you’re still interviewing. Just surviving and not quitting isn’t enough to pass the test. You need to show me that you can be my fantasy. Right now, I want you to get turned on from pain. I need you to be a masochistic little fuck-slut. Can you do that for me? I don’t care if you’re miserable. You need to be able to act like you can’t get enough.”

  She nodded at me, and I turned around to calm myself so that I was focused enough to hit her correctly. I didn’t want to mark her so that she could still work tonight, but I needed to make it hurt. With a deep breath, I turned back around to face Autumn who was still struggling to breathe normally. I didn’t hesitate, and with a quick wrist fli
ck, I sent the flogger’s tails at her stomach. She screamed in pain as soon as the leather touched her pale flesh.

  Her head snapped back, and she pulled against the cables that held her in place. Autumn’s face showed true pain and agony, but I didn’t stop my abuse of her body. Another wrist flick and she screamed again as my flogger struck her right breast. Her nipples were still hard and begging to be sucked. I didn’t think I could do this much longer. “Three more strikes,” I thought to myself.

  Again the flogger whipped through the air with its unmistakable sound and her other already tender breast shook with its impact. I was glad that I’d sound-proofed the room because that scream would have brought a 911 call if anyone had heard it from the club. I looked at her pussy and realized that she was making a small puddle under her. She would be a perfect little pain slut if she was this turned on from my abuse. My customers knew that they would have to pay a premium to cause this kind of pain to one of my girls.

  I flicked my wrist two more times in rapid succession, hitting the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Her screams were not as bad this time, and I swore that I could hear a bit of sexual enjoyment from her. I didn’t think I could handle anymore, but her wet pussy begged to be flogged at least once.

  With a final flick, time seemed to slow as the leather strips flew through the air. The room was filled with the indescribable sound that meant that pain was coming. Autumn’s body shook as soon as she heard the sound, and as the leather struck her already swollen cunt, she bellowed out a pain-filled animalistic cry of pleasure. The cry didn’t end, as her hips began to thrust and she moaned in ecstasy. It was a rarity that a true pain slut would come into my office, but there was no doubt that Autumn was one. She could be one of my top girls if she applied herself, and I found her the right customers.

  I walked back to the armoire while Autumn came down from her orgasm. That would be enough of a testing for her pain tolerance, but the rules were the rules. If she was going to wear the yellow scarf, she would need to be anally tested as well. My cock was ready for that test, and I quickly closed the door to the armoire after putting the flogger in its place.

  I walked back to the girl strapped to my couch and bent over her, purposefully rubbing my cock on her reddened stomach as I unlocked her restraints. She didn’t move even after I’d unlocked all of her restraints and retracted the cables. She was in that perfect place of bliss that only happens when someone’s needs are completely met. It was too bad that I had to shatter the moment for her, but I didn’t have time to wait for her to come down from her high. I gripped her chin with a strong grip and looked into her dazed eyes as I said, “Stand up and bend over the couch. It’s time you earn the yellow scarf.”

  Autumn tried to wake herself up, but sleep and exhaustion were trying their best to overtake her. I picked her up and put her on her feet before turning her over the couch. Her face was down and she could look at the puddle of her juices that remained in her seat. I had to bend my knees slightly to line up my cock with her shaved pussy. As I pressed against her lips, she let out another moan. I slipped my cock between her lips, and I could feel her legs quivering under her.

  I gripped her waist to hold her in place. In a single thrust, I filled her completely, slamming my cock into the back wall of her pussy and forcing a scream of pleasure mixed with pain from her. I didn’t hold back, and my thrusts were hard and deep. Each one caused her to fall closer to the lust-filled daze that had overtaken her earlier. The moans steadily became more pleasure and less pain as she embraced the submissive masochist inside of her.

  I was a man filling her with pleasure right now, and though I knew that other men had taken her body before, I knew that in this moment, she was my little slut. It didn’t matter that she had a boyfriend or that she was going to end up fucking another man tonight. She was only thinking of me right now. She only wanted my cock, and she only wanted my cum. There were no other thoughts flowing through that slutty little mind of hers right now.

  Without remorse, I pulled my cock from her pussy and lined it up with her asshole. She didn’t try to escape my grasp. I looked down, and marveled at just how much pussy juice she’d covered my cock in. Her asshole was already soaked from the pussy juice flowing from her while she was being flogged. Anal wouldn’t be hard on her even without lube especially because I was going to cum quickly. I pressed against her ass and unlike most girls, she didn’t try to keep me out. It was almost as though she was trying to swallow my cock with her ass, and as the head filled her, she let out a low guttural moan of ecstasy.

  “Fuck me, Blake! Fuck my ass so hard that I can’t walk after you’re done with me!” I didn’t think I’d be able to hurt Autumn’s ass that bad. She’d definitely had plenty of anal in her young life, and it wasn’t going to take long for me to finish inside of her.

  Nevertheless, I forced my cock up to the hilt in her ass. She moaned the entire time, and her hand reached back to rub her clit as I began to pound her ass just as hard as I’d fucked her pussy. Her asshole constricted and relaxed in a steady rhythm as she milked my cock for all it was worth. This little slut wouldn’t need any training as she was already perfect. I slapped her ass, and she moaned in response. It was all too much for me, and with a grunt, I fucked her even harder. Then I felt myself go through the point of no return, and my hands gripped her waist hard as I pulled her to me.

  Stream after stream of cum filled Autumn’s ass, and I felt my cock begin to shrink. I pulled out of her and sat down on the couch next to her. We were both breathing hard, and I said, “That door is an attached restroom if you need to clean up,” as I pointed to the door next to my armoire.

  Autumn stood up and smiled at me before strutting to the restroom in her heels. I’d never understood how a woman can be fucked into oblivion and still walk in stiletto heels. It was one of those things that I didn’t think a man could ever understand. She could barely stand up, but heels weren’t a problem. I gave a half smile and shook my head at the thought.

  I stood up and got a baby wipe from my desk to clean myself off. Autumn was a hell of a new addition to the Bound Temptations’ Silk Girls, and I couldn’t wait to see how much she pulled in tonight. I’d make sure to line her up with a good tipping client. When I was done cleaning myself up, I put my clothes back on. Feeling much less frustrated now that I’d gotten my rocks off, I sat back down behind the desk.

  I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. Sometimes a guy just needed to fuck a hot chick in the ass to de-stress enough to realize that his life was still amazing. When Autumn came out of the restroom, she picked up her clothes and put them back on before sitting down across from me.

  “Well Autumn, you passed with flying colors.” I reached into the bottom drawer of my desk and pulled out the bandanna-sized scarves that she’d earned and handed them to her. “You’ll wear them around your neck, and if a customer asks to go back into the VIP room, you need to ask him for his VIP card. If he or she doesn’t have one, then they’re not allowed. Every person that goes back there needs one because it means that we’ve done our research, and they’re not a security risk. When you’re on the floor, don’t talk about what we do in the VIP room. If someone asks, just direct them to the manager. Remember that what we do in the back is illegal.”

  Autumn was still a little out of breath, but she seemed to almost glow. I guess that she needed a little flogging and anal to feel better as well. “Yes sir. When do I need to be here for my shift?”

  “Your shift starts at 6:00 tonight, and it lasts until 2:00 am. I’ll have the rest of your schedule tonight. You’ll work two weeknights, one weekday, and one weekend night. You can pick up other shifts if you want to, but you don’t have to. Just let the manager know that you want to work other shifts, and they’ll direct you to the ones that will make you the most money.”

  Autumn nodded, and I said, “Alright, go home and get some rest. You’re going to need it for tonight.”

  Chapter 3: An Old Friends

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nbsp; She stood up and went to leave, but before she made it to the door, she turned around and said, “If you’re ever in the mood for another fuck, just let me know. That was incredible, and I’d like to see what else you’d do to me.” She gave me a wink and left, closing the door loudly.

  I softly laughed and shook my head at her confidence. What she didn’t know was that nearly every girl that worked here had told me the same thing. There were days that several of them would come up to me and just ask me to give them a quick fuck before their shift. Sometimes I did, and other times I told them to find a customer to give it to them. I wouldn’t get any work done if I fucked all of the girls that offered it to me every day, and the work was never ending around here.

  I sat down to the computer and started opening up emails to check on what had happened with my contacts outside of the club. It was important for me to keep pressure and relations with all of the government officials I had to bribe, blackmail, and extort to keep this business running. I was running a strip club as a cover. It paid for itself, but the real money was in the Silk Girls’ work in the back rooms, and all of that was illegal. It was a brothel for the upper echelon, and because of that, I had to keep my hands in everything, both to get new clients and to keep the wrong people from catching wind of what was happening behind closed doors.