Chapter One

 

Destiny saved the new appointment and passed Mrs. Johnson her prescription. “There you go. The date’s at the bottom and I’ll call to remind you.”

“Thank you, Destiny.” The older woman folded the paper carefully before tucking it into her purse.

“Destiny!” Dr. Edgerton’s voice drew the attention of everyone in the waiting room.

“Excuse me.” Tucking a file under her arm, she hurried to the exam room. “Yes, Doctor?”

Mr. Lemon sat on the table while the doctor paced. As soon as he saw her, he threw an empty box into the recycle bin beside her, making her jump. It could easily have hit her. “You must restock these. I need tongue depressors.”

They’re in the closet next door. She thought it rather than speak, ducking out of the room. Moments later, she put the opened box in its place. Dr. Edgerton snatched one, but didn’t acknowledge her. Slipping out again, she sighed before returning to her desk.

“Destiny?” The softer voice of Nurse Joyce sounded better than the doctor’s bark. “We have a pap next and I can’t find the extra swabs.”

Destiny opened the closet again, shifting samples and disposables, most in plastic packaging, until she found the box at the back. “Last one. I’ll order more.”

“Thanks, Destiny. Don’t let him get you down.”

“I try.” She hurried back to her desk where she jotted swabs on a sticky note so she would remember to order them when the phone stopped ringing.

Dr. Edgerton was always demanding, but rarely so inconsiderate. He kept her hopping, insisting that if he wasn’t taking a break, no one else could have the time for one either.

Destiny opened her lunch at the desk, using the hour they were closed to order slides and tests. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled her toes while she nibbled herb crusted salmon wrapped in lettuce. Leftover from the night before, the crust was no longer crunchy but just as tasty.

“Destiny, bring my lunch.”

With a sigh, she stepped into her shoes before walking to the end of the hall. There she opened the tiny fridge tucked in the last exam room. The stirrups for the old table had gone missing years ago. They never used it, so this fridge made a good place to stash lunches. The one with medications and immunizations sat in exam room one. Cloth wrapped bundle in hand, she trudged to the closet that doubled as the doctor’s office.

He hunched over a desk, scrolling through pages on his computer. Dialysis. She didn’t ask how Miss Elliot was doing, knowing it wasn’t good.

“We could move you to exam four.” She set the lunch beside his mouse.

“No. Need that room available, just in case. I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Her gaze fell on Dr. Edgerton and the shadow along his jaw that matched the dark shining hair he combed to the left. He kept it cut short, but today, the ends curled slightly. Thick and glossy. Destiny had imagined running her hands through it more than once. However, the handsome doctor had made it clear she wasn’t his equal. Joyce only came close to that standing.

After a quick shake to dispel the usual daydreams, she returned to her desk. Kicking off her shoes again, she wondered how often he went to the gym. He must do something to maintain his broad chest and thick arms. She went three hours a week—Monday, Tuesday and Thursday. Unlike him, she worked to tone rather than bulk up. Hidden under her sleeves and skirt were well-defined arms and legs. They were prominent over the weekends, when she displayed them with abandon.

Soon her lunch was gone and she put the phone back online. It rang immediately. “Hello, Doctor Edgerton’s office.”

As happened nearly every day, the afternoon appointments grew further and further delayed. First ten minutes, then thirty. An hour after the last patient should have left, Destiny passed Ms. Birch her prescription. Nurse Williams had escaped a while back, but Destiny stuck it out until Dr. Edgerton emerged, coat over one arm.

“Good night, Destiny.”

“Good night, Doctor. Have a good weekend.”

He nodded and left her to lock up.

Friday, the weekend. Smiling, she drove home, already planning her evening. It started with a bubble bath. She soaked away any frustration that had managed to follow her home. Unwilling to waste any time, she pulled what she could find from the fridge to eat. Any other night, she took her time preparing meals, but Fridays were for left overs, or on a rare occasion, pizza. The next hour was spent cleaning each toy in her case. After all that was done, she chose her stockings and corset for the night.

Her selection was limited but growing. Living modestly, she could afford a new piece of wardrobe or toy every other month. This year had been spent accumulating quality wands, plugs, dildos, and sleeves. The Fleshlight, her most recent purchase, hadn’t seen use yet. She needed the right man, and he hadn’t stepped forward yet. She resolved to buy something for the wardrobe next month.

Her next ritual involved applying dramatic makeup. She wore plain concealer, clear gloss, and a touch of mascara to the office. It pressed her natural good looks into use. Mistress D, on the other hand, wore smoky eye shadow and sported bright red lips. Tricks with blush and powder gave her cheeks a chiseled quality, matching the toned musculature exposed by the corset. Her breasts, modest B-cups, pushed up together to appear as more.

Her mask went on last. She had two plain black ones, but selected the red with feathers for tonight. She wanted more flash. Before heading out the door on stiletto heels, she donned a trench coat that would hide her for the short distance from the parking lot to the club.

Taking a deep breath, Destiny pulled on Mistress D. The top persona was utterly foreign to her daily, mousy secretary qualities. It hadn’t taken her long to discover that when it came to the bedroom, she needed to be in charge. The power lifted her higher than anything else she had experienced. She commanded here. Control belonged to her.

Stepping into the light of the club, she drew some eyes, but not many. Even this early in the evening, several public scenes were on display.

“Mistress D.” A fellow Dominant, Charles, greeted her with an air kiss.

“Charles.” She looked past him to his companion.

The familiar face made her hair stand on end. Her blood seemed to drain away leaving her exposed and shivering. In this club she took charge, but before stood the man who normally directed her—Dr. Edgerton.

Fighting to keep Mistress in place, Destiny cursed this intersection of her day job with her lifestyle. Dr. Edgerton made her daily life miserable, but she couldn’t let him take her power from her. Here, she made others squirm.

The internal pep talk helped. Her breathing slowed and her chest expanded with the deeper inhalation. Setting her feet farther apart, she assumed an aggressive stance and watched him for some sign of recognition, but none came.

Charles followed her gaze. “Oh, this is Jeremy. He’s curious.” Charles stepped aside to allow the doctor to extend his hand.

Mistress examined it before grasping. She held tight, making it clear she accepted the shake although she could refuse. He had no power over her. Even so, she dropped his hand after a second. “Excuse me.”

She walked away, careful not to look back, despite her raging curiosity. She exchanged the familiar face of the doctor for an equally familiar submissive.

“Mistress D? Are you playing tonight?” Dawn, a sweetheart, had been a fun playmate in the past. Although neither shunned pain, their scenes together rarely ventured in that direction. Instead, Dawn served her, and in return, Mistress D gave her the release she was incapable of giving herself.

“That’s why I’m here.”

“Dawn?” Charles’ voice behind her made Destiny’s jaw clench. Was he still here? She forced herself to relax and stop grinding her teeth. “I have a curious friend,” Charles continued, answering Destiny’s question. “Would you be willing to play with both of us?”

“Oh.” Dawn’s gaze moved from Destiny to Charles and back again. Mistress D shook her head very slightly and turned away. “Sure,” she told the men cheerfully. “Who is he, Sir?”

Jeremy chuckled. “Sir.”

Dawn averted her eyes and Mistress D glowered as she strode to a quiet corner. Why? Why this club? That was a stupid question. It wasn’t the only one, but likewise there weren’t many alternatives. The fact didn’t improve her mood.

Destiny watched from where she stood against the wall. Dawn sank before the men, tilting her head back. Her wide eyes and smile offered anything and everything to the pair.

“Mistress?”

She jumped, not expecting a voice beside her.

“Sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Destiny cocked her head to the side. “You’re new here.”

The minute woman nodded. “Sir brought me last week. He instructed me to watch while he is away so I can properly identify my limits.”

Destiny nodded. “And what have you found so far?”

“Although I like being spanked, those paddles make me nauseous.” She pointed to the scene on the far right. The studded paddle being used made the sub scream. After each blow, the implement was set aside while the top used his fingers and tongue to tease the area until the bottom had calmed. Vibration brought her to orgasm before the top picked up the paddle again. The second blow left a smear of red in its wake.

“Is it the blood?” Destiny asked.

“Yes. And her scream. It must hurt so much.” Despite being disturbed, the woman watched, rapt.

Mistress D cleared her throat to redirect the woman’s attention. “I’m not fond of it either. Your Sir will understand.”

The woman brightened and pointed to another scene where a woman fought her bonds to escape the vibrator pressed to her clit. “That looks fun.”

Destiny had to agree. “Have you been bound?”

She shook her head. “No, no really.”

Narrowing her eyes, Mistress D asked, “Which is it? No, or not really?”

“It wasn’t with Sir. One of my exes had a pair of handcuffs.”

“I see. You enjoyed that?”

“Very much.”

“I wonder…” She pointed to where one woman rigged another for suspension, a skill Destiny was still developing. “Does that look better than cuffs?”

“Yes and no?”

Destiny gazed at the woman, appreciating her long black hair as well as the wide eyes that took in everything around them. “Your Sir is a lucky man. You are honest and open. That makes for a great submissive.”

“Thank you, Mistress. That.” She pointed to Dawn who swallowed Dr. Edgerton while Chuck thrust into her from behind. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Destiny swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. The doctor still wore his shirt, but his pants fell open to reveal glossy black curls surrounding an impressive, thick cock that kept disappearing into Dawn’s mouth. It took her a minute to put them out of her mind and focus on the woman beside her again. “Who is your Sir?”

“Nicholas, Mistress.”

She relaxed, glad the woman didn’t belong to one of the less experienced Dominants.

“Perhaps he will share me with you?” the submissive wondered.

“Perhaps.”

“Forgive me, Mistress. I only came to you because you seemed alone, as I am.”

Destiny turned toward a ladder farther down the wall that gave access to the balcony. “Come. You can see as much or more from up there.” She didn’t wait, but footsteps fell behind hers. At the top, she found two other voyeurs, one with cock in hand. Destiny took one of the stuffed chairs.

Tapping the chair beside her, she called, “Here.”

The woman’s smile grew and she plopped down beside Mistress D.

“They’re all so beautiful,” the submissive mused. “I wish I could be that pretty.”

Destiny set her hand on the arm of the next chair, near the other woman’s hand. “You are.”

Together they pointed several scenes out to one another. Eventually their survey came to Dawn and the two men with her.

“Do you think I could suck Sir while you fuck me?”

Destiny felt her chest expand at the same time a smile stretched across her face. “I think that’s not an unreasonable request. You must tell Sir about it.”

“I’m getting horny. Do you mind if I touch myself?” The arousal was mutual while they both watched Dr. Edgerton stroke his thick length.

“What did Nicholas tell you?”

“To find what I wanted most.” The woman ran her fingers over her own thighs, separating them.

“I think you’ve done that.”

“Yes, yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Thank you. It is nice to see it all from your view, everything new. Don’t hold back.” Destiny started touching herself as well, sharing the heat coming from the woman beside her.

“God!” The other voyeurs turned toward them. “Sorry, uh. Oh!” Unable to remain quiet, Destiny encouraged the screams until her new friend squirmed away.

“Mistress? Can I find someone for you?” she asked, turning to Destiny.

“No, thank you. Save your attention for Sir.”

“Yes! I will! Oh, I need to go home and write some of this down. Thank you, Mistress.” She gave a little squeal before hurrying down the ladder.

Left alone, Destiny watched Dr. Edgerton. Would he be back? Torn, she wasn’t sure which answer she desired.

***

 

Jeremy followed Chuck’s lead. It had been a grueling week in the office and he was ready for a distraction. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his job or care about his patients, but after a week, he needed to let that care go.

Pure luck had him cross paths with Charles Marsters. Chuck had rivalled him for top marks in Science at Kennedy High and taken his acceptance to McGill while Jeremy headed to the University of Toronto and its Faculty of Medicine.

Chuck had spotted him in a dance club a month ago, and they’d met for beers or coffee several times since. When the topic of women came up, Chuck dropped a bomb on him.

“I don’t have a full-time sub, but Lickwid Lounge rocks.”

“Is… Is that a BDSM club?”

“That’s right.” Chuck swallowed a swig of beer. “You should check it out sometime. I could see girls lining up for you to spank.”

He hadn’t fully digested the image of spanking a grown woman. He knew the basics about BDSM, the broad strokes, but hadn’t explored it. He had a hard time maintaining any kind of relationship, before adding any kink. In the end, though, he’d agreed to come with Chuck tonight and see for himself.

As Chuck stepped aside, the spanking of a grown woman became a full color, five-sense reality. A guy in a business suit, less the jacket, had a half-dressed woman across his lap. She cried and kicked when his hand landed on her cherry-pink bottom with a solid smack. His own hand stung in sympathy and the smell of sweat and sex filled his flaring nostrils.

That last probably wasn’t solely produced by the couple. Sex and sweat could be the theme for this place.

“See anything you like?” Chuck asked, grin broad.

“Uh, yeah.” He hadn’t decided what he liked, but his cock was definitely up for the night’s activities. Luckily, these pants had a bit of room in them, so his raging hard on wasn’t painful, yet. As they passed a naked woman in the throes of a very loud orgasm, he thought he might start aching before long.

Chuck looked down and smirked. “I’m sure we can find someone to help you with that. Oh, Dawn, perfect. You’ll like her. Dawn?”

The brunette he addressed stood behind a short blonde, elevated several inches by her shoes. The hollow of her spine slipping down behind her corset made Jeremy take notice of her creamy tan skin, dark against platinum locks.

Chuck continued to address the brunette and Jeremy shifted his gaze. “Would you be willing to play with both of us?” he asked.

“Oh.” Dawn’s gaze shifted to the woman who had turned enough to let Jeremy see her profile. She held herself differently from Dawn and most of the women in the club. He guessed she wasn’t a submissive. Domme? Dominatrix? He’d ask Chuck later. His eyes traced the side of the red, feathered mask she wore, one of only two in the club that he had seen. Her breasts, shaped by her corset, drew his attention and while he was still admiring her shapely legs, he got another great view of her backside, perky and round, uncovered by the thong she wore beneath her garter.

“Sure,” Dawn answered, smiling at Jeremy, who snapped his attention to her and away from the masked woman. Dawn received an equally appreciative examination. Clad in a filmy white nightie that barely hid anything, her luscious curves begged to be squeezed.

“Who is he, Sir?”

“Sir.” It sounded like calling one of his older patients ma’am—stodgy and falsely formal. However, when both Chuck and Dawn frowned at him, he knew he’d made a mistake Apparently, this was something he didn’t understand.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, addressing Jeremy this time. “I am here for your pleasure.” This time it didn’t sound falsely formal, but purposely so. She had chosen the word to emphasize her position, beneath him.

“Mine?” He looked to Chuck.

“Yes.” She stepped close enough for her breasts to brush his shirt. “What do you desire?”

Chuck smirked and nodded for him to answer.

“I…I think…”

Taking pity on him, Chuck put a hand on Dawn’s shoulder. “Why don’t you get on your knees, baby? I bet he’d like it if you loosened his belt.”

Jeremy gasped, bewildered by how quickly she had him out of his pants. What would they do now? She stroked him while Chuck guided her hand to his own cock.

Jeremy kept checking over his shoulder. Were people watching him? Did Dawn know? His arousal drooped slightly.

Chuck, handing Dawn a flavored condom, noticed. “Forget them. If they aren’t having too much fun of their own, they’re liking what they see. You like it, don’t you, Dawn?”

She released Jeremy to apply the cherry-red sheath. “Yes, Sir. You are both so hard.”

“Would you like me to fuck you?”

Jeremy closed his eyes as Dawn’s hot mouth surrounded the head of his cock. She licked the length before answering. “Yes, Sir.”

She released his cock, but Chuck took her elbow, holding it in place. “Don’t stop.”

Her eyes glittered and a broad smile formed as Chuck took her hips, moving her to hands and knees. Once balanced, she sucked Jeremy again. Behind her, Chuck slid a regular condom on. Twisting Dawn’s brown hair into a tail, he pulled her head back.

Jeremy’s cock scraped along her teeth in the sudden shift and he sucked a breath through his teeth. The next bob, she moved smoothly again.

There was something about her eyes. Even when Chuck’s thrusts made her gag on Jeremy’s cock, she looked at him with a slightly glassy gaze. He worried briefly that they were hurting her, but she had no other signs of stress. She seemed…blank.

Chuck groaned, shooting his load into her, but she didn’t pull away.

“Shit, Jeremy, haven’t you come yet?” He circled to stand at his side and pet Dawn’s head. “That’s it, sweetie, make him come and then I’ll make you see stars.”

He smacked Jeremy’s arm and left the pair to greet another couple.

“Tell me what you need.” Dawn stroked with her hand while she shifted around to kneeling again.

“I don’t know.”

She smiled and wrapped her lips around him again. Sitting on her heels, she could use both hands as well as her mouth. One tenderly teased his balls while the other slid toward the crack of his ass. The extra touches proved enough and he leaned forward, hand on her shoulder. Her eyes remained shiny, but the smile slipped a little, bottom lip protruding.

Chuck saved him. “You got him off?” he asked as he returned. Leaning over, he cupped her chin and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “That’s a good girl. You have been perfect.” He elbowed Jeremy.

“Uh, thank you?” It wasn’t meant to be a question.

“He’s learning,” Chuck reminded her. “But I bet he can handle this part. Back on your hands and knees, baby.”

Chuck slipped a condom over two fingers and circled her pussy. In a soft voice, he told Jeremy “She can’t masturbate. She never gets off. You know how you can’t tickle yourself?”

“Of course.” He digested that. “Really?” He ran through a variety of symptoms, diseases, side effects. Sexual health wasn’t his forte.

“You have to surprise her.” He shook his hand inside her, making her legs wobble. She ducked her head and cried out. Her orgasm sprayed out, pooling on the floor. “Wanna try?” Chuck asked.

Dawn’s butt remained in the air while her head fell to her folded hands. “Yes, oh yes.”

“Can I…” He ran his fingers between her labia, spreading them to land his fingertip on her clitoris.

“Yeah, go for it.” Chuck moved to sit beside Dawn’s head, stroking her hair. “Hanging in there, baby?”

“Yes, Sir. Oh!” She thrust back into Jeremy’s hand when he pressed on the exposed bud, rubbing as he did. It wasn’t as obvious as the peak Chuck gave her, but much louder as she rolled away from him, covering herself with her hand.

“Oh, God, oh, God. Thank you, Sir.”

Chuck shuffled over and pulled her hand away, blowing on her still quivering lips. “No hiding now.”

She gave a squeal and tried to squirm away. “A pause?” she begged, shifting and twisting.

Jeremy squatted, about to pull Chuck away from her, but his friend let Dawn go, taking her head instead and pulling it into his lap. Combing his fingers through her hair, he soothed her with soft sounds. Unsure what he should do, he laced his fingers through hers.

When her flush faded, she sat up. “Thank you, Sir,” she said again, bowing her head this time.

“Thank you, Dawn.” She took Chuck’s words for a dismissal and walked away. “What do you think?” he asked Jeremy. “Coming back?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

“I can work with maybe. Next time I’ll plan ahead and bring a flogger.” He rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

“Flogger.” He knew he’d heard correctly, but had to turn the sounds over his tongue to let the idea sink in.

“Yeah.” He pointed to a woman tied with her arms above her head. She let out a shriek when the man with her swung and slapped her with a multitude of leather thongs. Jeremy didn’t know what to say.