I Want To Be Owned

My First BDSM Club

I walk slowly to the bar at the side of the club teetering carefully in my 6 inch heels. I've never been to a BDSM Club but now it's time. I've been searching for a dominant man willing to train me as a submissive. I've always had this craving, urge to submit to a man a naughty fantasy you may call it. Not only in bed but in every aspect of my life, to be dominated, controlled. I sat at one of the stools as a female bartender in a black corset with light purple strings, and skirt so short that if she where to bend you would see her most intimate parts.

"What would you like to have miss?" She asked me politely.

"Red wine please," I answer softly. She comes back a minute later with my drink in hand and sets it on the table. "Thank you." I breathe. I take a sip of my drink as I feel a man walk up to me and take a seat beside me. I can feel the dominance radiating off of him.

"Hello, may I have a seat?" His voice asks and I look up into the green eyes of a very, very, I mean very handsome man. He had brown hair and a chiseled jawline. My eyes start wondering downwards with there own accord, as I take in is muscular build under the suit he is wearing.

"Yes, yes of course." I stutter nervously stunned by his sight.

"My name is Derek, whats yours? This must be your first time." Derek smiles.

"Natalia Pierce. How can you tell?" I wonder, as he narrows his eyes.

"You are nervous I could tell by your walk when you entered the club. What your wearing doesn't show of much skin like all the other submissive's in here, and you are alone here without your master. Now either this is your first time at a club like this, or you dom doesn't care about where you are and what your doing. Now I advise you to speak the truth." He explains his eyes boring into mine.

"This is my first time at a club like this." I confess not bothering to hide what I want. I have wanted this for so long. Why hide now? "I came here tonight to find a man willing to teach me how to submit. I have never been in a relationship like this but I want it. I crave a mans dominance." I take a deep breath. "I want to submit." His eyes travel down my body lust full in his eyes taking in my red body con dress that hugs my curves like a second skin, and might I say I look fine.

"Well then I'm not much into small talk. I'll dominate you. I will teach you. Come with me to one of the private rooms in the back. I have a contract you can sign, and we can go over all the details of this relationship." He lets out confidently. "But, I should warn you first I am a very dominant man I crave your submission. I will take it and you will learn to give it. I do not tolerate disobedience, you disobey me or break any of my rules you will be punished no way getting out of it. You please me you will be rewarded. Now would you like to see the contract."

"Yes." I breath.