Being the Master Dom at the most exclusive BDSM club in the country is not without its’ perks. Per the club’s charter, I always have the first choice in the selection of new Initiates.

Tonight, was no different.

Initiate Night was the best night of the season. Four times a year at the beginning of each season, every female member was required to bring a suitable female friend for possible membership.

Setting my phone to Initiate Night Playlist, the hard driving sounds of ‘Third Day of a Seven Day Binge’ filled the room. Reaching into my enormous closet, I pulled out one of my favorite Italian suits. To go with it, I chose a Valentino French cuffed shirt. My favorite golden cufflinks were a perfect addition. 

Peering into the mirror, I glimpsed what most women called a ‘strikingly handsome’ man, but I never saw myself that way. Underneath all the glamour and bravado, it was just me, a guy from New York whose passions ran-well, to the exotic, to say the least.

I ran a bit of styling gel through my dark hair and pulled on my suit jacket.

The song changed to ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails.

Perfect. Right on time.

* * *

 Deep in the woods nestled in the Adirondack Mountains, there was a long winding road. Most people never ventured beyond the first half mile or so as it was rather treacherous and unpaved. If they did make it further, the huge iron gate at the end of the road deterred them from traveling any longer. A passcode was needed to open the gate. 

As my sleek black car pulled up to the gate, I punched in my code. I cranked the music even louder. I could feel my cock twitch at the thought of Initiate Night. Nodding at the valet, I tossed him my keys. 

“Mr. Grantham, so nice to see you. I think you’ll be pleased with tonight’s guests.” He tipped his cap at me. 

Laughing, I straightened my tie as I sauntered inside. Seven was just an ordinary building on the outside, but the interior was elaborately decorated. My grandfather had had an Italian designer paint exquisite murals on the wall depicting Dante’s Inferno. The drawings were so intricate in detail, so realistic they had frightened me as a child. Whenever the club was empty, both my grandfather and father would bring me here. I would admire the beautiful solid gold fixtures in the restrooms running my small hands over them. From the elaborate statues in the foyer to the lavish mermaid fountain with real emeralds for her eyes in the center of the ballroom, I had loved everything about Seven. I waited eagerly for the time when I would rule this kingdom. It had been instilled in me since I was young that one day I would be the ‘Master Dom’ as they said. I had no idea what a ‘Master Dom’ was, but it sounded like a good thing to me. 

Walking inside the foyer, I handed my overcoat to the coat check girl. I winked as she merely stared at me in awe.

The foyer was decorated with elaborately framed photographs of every single male Dominant the club ever had. Everyone’s lineage could be seen hanging on these walls. Over one hundred years of history was housed within the club’s walls. There was a special section for my family as we were the only Master Doms the club had. There was a huge portrait of my grandfather, father, and one of me which had only recently been added.

As I moved past the photographs, I felt my stomach coil at the thought of meeting tonight’s Initiates. The last few Initiate nights had been a bust, to say the least. None of them could make it past my second circle. The music blared from the main room as the lights lowered. They were all awaiting my entrance.  

Straightening my collar, I smoothed my hair back before I stepped out onto the stage. Dozens of gorgeous ladies awaited me along with a room full of male Dominants. Tradition dictated that I would receive the first choice amid the newest female Initiates. 

Sitting down onstage in my designated black Baroque throne, I eagerly awaited the Initiates to be marched past me for selection.

There were many beautiful girls to choose from, but beauty wasn’t the only factor in my selection. As I eyed the girls, I weighed their strengths guessing at their weaknesses. My ideal choice would be a woman who could make it all the way through my seven circles. The girls were dressed in their sexiest outfits with a number pinned above their right breast.

Finally, I settled on Number 8, a petite brunette with long silky hair and firm breasts.

“Number 8,” I stated loudly. She bowed her head, and I could see a smile teasing on her face.

After I made my selection, the other Doms were allowed to choose based upon the order by which their ancestor had joined Seven. Taking Number 8’s hand, I led her to my play area to begin her initiation.

“Number 8, what is your name?”

She kept looking down. That was an excellent sign of submission. Someone had filled her in on club rules.

“Kayla. Would you like to change it, Sir?”

Very good. Deferring to me on all levels was a requirement to be my submissive.

“I rather like it. You may keep it. Have you been briefed on all club rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“By whom?”

“Samantha Simmons.”

“Very good. She’s been an extraordinary submissive for many of our Doms. Do you have a safe word chosen for this evening?”

She continued to keep her head down. Her hands clutched at her tight black dress nervously.

“My safe word tonight is Eclipse.”

“Fine. Do you have any hard limits?”

“No, Sir.”

I was astonished. Every woman had at least one. She was an amateur, a wanna be. My cock immediately softened.

“Are you certain, Kayla? I can play very hard. I will only warn you once.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I groaned inwardly. I knew right then she’d never make it past the second circle if she even survived tonight. She had no idea what she was doing. I was shocked as Samantha Simmons, her sponsor for the evening knew me well. Why hadn’t she warned her of my extreme proclivities? 

Nevertheless, I’d made my selection. I took her by the hand and led her to a pole in the center of the play area. 

“Strip.” I ordered watching as she complied. Her body was beautiful. She looked quite young maybe only 24 or 25. Another mistake on my part. The younger they were, the less they could take. Her breasts were high up on her chest, and her waist was tiny. 

Quickly, I removed my suit jacket and unbuttoned my shirt. It would begin heating up in here quickly. 

Scanning the table of implements, I chose a leather flogger to start. Placing it aside, I took her wrists and cuffed them above her head with chains that were attached to the pole.

“Kayla, I will only stop if you use the safe word. Crying or screaming will not make me stop. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“What was that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I lashed the flogger through the air. She winced briefly. I shook my head. This wouldn’t last long.

Other Doms were pairing off with former submissives and new Initiates. One girl, in particular, caught my eye. Her long blonde hair curled softly down her back as she was led to another play area. Dammit. Why hadn’t I seen her first?

“Kayla, are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice wavered a bit.

I stood back admiring her firm, unbroken flesh. I brushed my fingertips across her back before I leaned back on my left foot and brought the flogger forward with all my might.

Swack!

“Oh!” She cried loudly. Her body jumped as the flogger made contact with her ass. A bright red mark rose up quickly. Again, I hit her with the flogger. Her body pitched forward as blood began to ooze from the angry welt. Again and again, I struck her. My cock throbbed with need. Watching her body be lashed was extremely arousing, I couldn’t wait to take her in the back to finish.

Suddenly, she collapsed against the pole. Her breathing was shallow as I reached to undo her cuffs. She fell into my arms. Perspiration soaked her body as I carried her to the aftercare area. 

In the back, I laid her on a bed and grabbed a cool cloth. I pressed it against her forehead whispering her name until she came to. 

“Kayla, are you all right?”

Her blue eyes stared up at me. She nodded weakly.

“If you can’t take a simple flogging, then this club isn’t for you.”

“No, Sir, please. I’ve wanted to come here since I was 18. Samantha Simmons is my aunt. She’s been telling me stories about this place since I was 16. She told me how beautiful it was here; how handsome the men were.”

I shook my head placing the cloth back on her forehead.

“This place isn’t some sort of fairy tale, Kayla. The other Doms and I play hard. This club isn’t some fetish club you’ll find in the city. The men here have strong lineages dating back to the construction of this place over one hundred years ago. We take this very seriously. The rules of this club are strict. I know your aunt Samantha. She’s been an excellent submissive, but that doesn’t mean you will be one too.”

Kayla’s lips were dry and cracked. I handed her a bottle of water.

“How old are you, Kayla?”

“I just turned 25.”

“I think you’re a bit young for me. I prefer my submissives to be at least thirty.”

“You’re Colt Grantham, Master Dom. Samantha told me all about you.”

I leaned back smirking.

“Did she? And what did she say?”

“She said that you are the legend himself. You haven’t been able to find a woman to pass even your second circle. I wanted to be that woman.”

“Kayla, I only have one hard limit. One. And that is bodily secretions other than come. That’s it. That means if you bleed it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it may excite me. I’m more sadistic than the guys you’ll find here. I don’t want to hurt you against your will though.”

She thought a moment. I imagined the huge bleeding welts on her ass were hurting quite a bit by now.

“Oh,” she said biting her lip. I was going to have to dismiss her right now. 

“Why don’t you lie here a bit until you feel better? I’ll have someone check on you shortly. I appreciate your time, but you’re not the one for me.”

Disappointment filled her blue eyes making them mist over. I sighed deeply as I headed back to the main staging area. Hopefully, there would be another woman out there better suited to me. 

Because damned if my cock wasn’t hard.