Ben
I arrive early at Anchored. Things won’t busy or crazy until after ten, so when I arrive at eight, I have plenty of time to get acquainted with the layout for the night. Oh, I’ve been at Anchored plenty of times before, but June has really outdone herself tonight. The main stage is decorated with lush leaves and flowers. The smaller stages and the bar have similar décor. It’s a nature theme for the night, which means everyone is going to be dressed in either plant clothing or leather, and I have no idea which is hotter.
Subs wearing skirts made out of leaves and flower tops?
Count me in.
“You like it,” June sidles up to me as I stand in the center of the room, taking everything in.
“It’s nice,” I agree.
“Good. I was going for nice,” she smirks sarcastically. When June bought the decommissioned mini cruise ship, she redid the interior and made it into a haven. She created this fantastic club where people can explore their wildest and most wonderful fantasies in a safe and calm environment.
I love it.
I love everything about Anchored.
Typically, the club has a sort of nautical theme, but tonight, it’s flowers everywhere. There are vines, too, and I wonder if they’re real. Dragons forbid. We all know June rakes it in with the fees she charges to play here. She can go all out every now and then and it won’t hurt her bottom line.
“What inspired the garden theme?” I ask. What can I say? My curiosity gets the best of me.
“I wanted something different,” she shrugs. “Plus, there are going to be so many BDSM virgins tonight. I didn’t want to scare everyone off by having a bunch of hardcore stuff on display.”
“I noticed some of the usual equipment is gone.”
“Just for tonight,” June confirms. “I’ve never been into the hardcore BDSM stuff. There are plenty of clubs for that. My place caters more toward the mild-to-light BDSM players. The people who want to explore their exhibitionist side or the voyeurs…that’s who Anchored is for. Still, we do have a few of the more hardcore items for our hard players, and I set those aside for the night.”
“Left the spanking benches, though,” I point out.
June nods.
“You never know,” she shrugs. “Maybe some of the newbies will get in trouble.” She smirks. “I can only hope.”
June is a classic switch. She’s a submissive when it comes to her lover and husband, but she’s been known to share women with him that they Dominate together. June loves playing with other girls and when she does, she’s a Domme in every sense of the word. I’ve seen some of her scenes before, both with Ryder and with others. She’s always a joy to watch because June is completely expressive. She’s secretive when she wants to be. Hell, most of Anchored thinks she’s just a random bartender who occasionally plays here. Most of the members don’t realize she’s the owner because June values her privacy.
Plus, when she comes to play, she wants to play.
She doesn’t want to sit around answering membership questions.
“How many newbies are you expecting?”
“Quite a few,” she says. “Everyone had to pre-register and pay ahead of time. We’re going to have a ton of dungeon monitors on deck because I don’t want anyone getting excited and making stupid choices. I hate doing these open houses, but they’re a fun way to get to know new people in the community who might be curious about BDSM. Besides, it’s good to get some new faces in here every once in awhile.”
“Who are the other dungeon monitors?” There are a couple of other Doms wandering around the main room of the club. Most of them I’ve seen play before. From what I can tell, June has chosen wisely. Each person I see here has a lot of experience. Two Dommes enter the room, and I smile. Good. It’s not just going to be boys in charge tonight at the club.
“You, Renee, Alyssa, Alex, Zach,” she starts listing other names. Many of them I’m familiar with, but a few I’ve never heard of. “Tonight isn’t going to be a serious play night. Newbies can use the equipment if they have an experienced partner, Dom or sub. A dungeon monitor will be at each play station, though, and I want a couple of people roaming around.”
“Where will I be?”
“You’re a roamer,” June informs me. “If someone has questions, you can take them around the room. Just keep an eye on everything overall. Let them know where they can play, give them a tour, or even offer to do a demo with them. The goal of tonight is to let everyone have fun and unwind a little bit. We all deserve it.”
Alyssa, one of the Dommes, calls to June, and she motions for Alyssa to wait a minute.
“You’ll be great,” June tells me. “If you have any questions, find me or Ryder.”
“Sounds good,” I tell her.
She kisses me on the cheek and scurries off to help Alyssa, and I’m left wandering around until the night begins. Soon the doors will open and we’ll have the early-birds start to arrive. I’m curious to see the costumes and what everyone has chosen.
Me?
I went classic.
I’m in black leathers and no top, showing off the abs I strive so hard to cultivate. The hours in the gym each week have paid off for me and I love coming to Anchored and getting the chance to show them off.
Tonight, though, I’m not looking for just any submissive to scratch some primal itch. Tonight I want something more.
I want Alice.
It’s stupid to be pining over some girl I barely know, let alone some girl from work. Alice is sweet, but there’s no doubt she’s completely, totally vanilla. As shallow as it is, I don’t know if I can go back to that after so much time in the lifestyle.
I want a girl that challenges me, yeah, but I also want someone I can be myself with.
I’m a Dom: through and through.
Would I be comfortable in a relationship where my partner didn’t want me to pin her down and spank her?
Would I be okay with ordinary, monotonous missionary sex?
Would I be accepting if my partner wanted the lights off?
There’s part of me that wants to be willing to try. She’s interesting, and interesting is important to me. I don’t want to be with someone who bores me or who isn’t curious about the world around us.
There’s more than just that, though.
I need this.
Being with someone vanilla means I’d have to give up something that I crave, and I don’t think it would be fair to her to keep that part of me locked up. I don’t think it would be fair for me to constantly want something more, something she couldn’t give.
And that’s why Alice and I can never happen.
We can flirt at the office. We can joke around. We can casually touch each other: innocent finger grazes as we pass a pen back and forth. We can glance longingly at one another. We can even whisper, talking in deep voices husky from arousal.
But that’s it.
That’s all we can ever be.
Alice and I will never be more than co-workers because me?
I need the domination.
And Alice?
She’s innocent.