Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 7) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 7

Kelly spent the day Sunday online, researching Dominion. There wasn’t much. She learned it was a private club, owned and operated by a limited partnership. That company kept its secrets, too. Privately owned meant they didn’t have to share anything with the public, and they didn’t.

She didn’t blame them. Kelly wouldn’t want anyone knowing if she owned a stake in a kink club.

If Sunday was bad, Monday morning was worse. Classes felt like they stretched on forever. And she couldn’t concentrate on the lectures, either. Kelly’s head was filled with memories of her long, hot girl summer of sexual submission and debauchery. All fueled by the fact she planned to apply for a “slavegirl” job at Dominion after classes.

After a long morning of fidgeting, feeling all flushed, hot, frightened, horny, Kelly was ready for classes to end. For some reason, she’d dressed pretty sexy for classes in a white blouse tied off under her boobs, a red plaid “schoolgirl” skirt, white thigh high stockings, and red stiletto pumps. Her hair was pulled back in a high pony, showing off extra large silver hoop earrings and a lacy red choker.

Kelly was out of there the instant that last class for the day ended. The staff at Dominion was probably headed to lunch, so she had time to change. Though, she thought her outfit might be fine for interviewing for a job as a sex slave.

Once back in her dorm room, Kelly kicked off the red stilettos, stripped out of the blouse, skirt, and hose, and stood in front of her tiny closet in nothing but jewelry. Her wardrobe wasn’t particularly extensive, but she had a few choice pieces. She finally pulled out a little black dress that pushed her boobs up and out there. The hemline was quite high, but still low enough to wear a garter belt and hose.

She put on strappy black pumps, and left her hair up in a ponytail. She had a feeling they might like a sexed up girl-next-door look. If not, Kelly could do sex kitten, too. She also kept the overlarge hoops, adding a few more bangles around her wrists.

“I ought to be sexed up enough,” she muttered.

Grabbing her purse, Kelly headed for her date with destiny. At least that was how it felt. It was hard to brush the whole BDSM sex slave thing under the rug. She was about to offer her body up for public use and abuse, all in the name of seeking justice. Suddenly, working undercover felt much scarier than fighting bad guys toe-to-toe in the streets.

Kelly thought about all that she’d seen Saturday night while walking over to Dominion. She remembered how aroused and needy Jenny looked while she gave the members anything and everything they wanted, all while being tightly bound in one way or another. And there were so many playstations in that dungeon. It proved how little Kelly really knew about the BDSM culture, since she only had experience with a few of the playstations.

She’d worked up a sweat by the time she arrived at Dominion, mostly due to her fertile mind and fired up libido. The club’s frigid AC proved quite a relief. The receptionist had her fill out an application, before she was escorted back to be interviewed.

Lady Lovelace waited, leaning back against a table, legs crossed at her ankles, as she studied her long red nails. She was, of course, dressed in full dominatrix: black latex catsuit, red leather cincher, red collar, and red patent, lace-up ankle boots. A red riding crop and black string bikini lay on the table beside her.

Kelly’s eyes locked on the crop for a second, then she smiled brightly. “Hi, I’m Kelly Kingsley.”

“I’m Lady Lovelace,” the dominatrix said. Her eyes scanned Kelly head to toe several times. “We’ll need you to change before the interview.”

Lady Lovelace lifted up the string bikini. Kelly’s jaw dropped. The top had a pair of the tiniest triangles that would barely cover her nipples, and the bottoms were worse. Good thing she was completely waxed down there, otherwise she couldn’t wear it. As it stood, the tiny strip of cloth would barely contain her nether lips, leaving all other flesh exposed.

“I might as well just be naked,” Kelly gasped.

“I’m fine with that.”

Kelly took the string bikini from her and examined it up close. Her heart raced just looking at it. She discovered it was made of the softest black leather, not clothe. But still, barely any cover was better than none at all.

“You are applying for a slavegirl position in the dungeon, so we have to ensure you look the part,” Lady Lovelace said. She indicated Kelly’s shapely body. “I can tell you have an amazing body, but as a woman I also know the things we can do to make ourselves look that amazing. This bikini strips all of that away, and honestly, you will be wearing even less than this more often than not. Still interested in the job?”

“Yes, a classmate works here,” she said. “She told me how much she makes, and what the job entails. So…here I am.”

“Excellent,” Lady Lovelace said, finally gracing her with a tiny smile. “But, this is a BDSM sex club. Emphasis on BDSM sex. Lots and lots of sex, bondage, spanking… So do you honestly think you can handle it without adverse side-effects to your psyche?”

“I do, and admitting that made me a little sad,” Kelly said with all honesty. She shrugged. “Since graduation last spring, I’ve kinda been on a sex binge. Not proud of it, but it is what it is. There was a lot of bondage, some spanking, but I don’t really have much experience with bondage apparatuses.”

“Apparatuses?” Lady Lovelace laughed. “I’ve never heard playstations be referred to like that. Funny, but understandable. And, to be honest, our members are here mostly to put pretty young things like you under tight bondage and discipline. Sex is secondary, but expect to have sex with most of the members who engage you. Both male and female.” She cocked her head. “Do you have experience with other women?”

“Yes. Quite a bit,” she said. “I’m basically straight, but I’ve had a girlfriend recently. And many women as lovers.”

A wicked look spread across the dominatrix’s beautiful face. Lady Lovelace stood up straight, and then moved up close and personal with Kelly. She locked eyes with the blonde teen, lifted Kelly’s chin with two fingers, and leaned in for a kiss. Kelly gasped, lips parting as her head tilted to the side. The dominatrix paused half an inch from her lips, lifted a brow, and then very slowly pressed into the kiss.

A soft moan escaped as the kiss lingered. Lipstick kisses were the absolute best, and it made her miss her ex-girlfriend, Carrie. But Kelly gave as good as she got, so that Lady Lovelace looked quite pleased when she finally stepped back.

“Excellent. I’ll show you to the staff dressing room,” Lady Lovelace said. “The club manager will then join us to help me conduct the actual interview.”

To her distress, Kelly was led to a locker in back where Lady Lovelace stood there and watched her change. After all she’d experienced over the last few months, Kelly wasn’t particularly modest. Though, she pretended to be a little bit in the hopes it excited her potential employers. And, to be honest, it all did frighten her.

“We’ll provide you’re, um, clothes every shift, as well as footwear,” Lady Lovelace said once Kelly stood before her in the bikini and jewelry. “But for the interview, put your own shoes back on. They are quite sexy.”

Once Kelly was sexily shod, the club’s head dominatrix handcuffed her wrists behind her back. Then she held up an inch and half wide black leather collar. There was a plate with SLAVE on it, right up front.

“I’ll put this on you now, but if we offer you a position here, and you accept, a collar will be made with your name on it,” Lady Lovelace said. She then buckled the collar around Kelly’s throat, while watching her reaction. “Excellent. You didn’t flinch at all. A lot of potential slavegirls can’t handle being collared, and the interview ends right here. I like what I see so far.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Kelly said. “Or should I address you as ‘Lady Lovelace’ at all times?”

“Either way is fine,” she said, looking a little more impressed.

Lady Lovelace snapped a leash onto the collar, and led Kelly out of the dressing room and into the open area she’d visited Saturday night. Lady Lovelace called it the “Promenade.” No one else was in sight. Kelly was led straight into that bigass dungeon, instead of back to the interview room.

“This is the main dungeon,” Lady Lovelace said. “This is where you will spend the majority of your time. Members have the option of taking you to private dungeon, as well.” She paused. “We’ll get a list of any fetishes you won’t participate in before you start, and interested members will be alerted ahead of time. If they forget, you may gently remind them that you’ll do anything for tips, but you won’t do that.”

Kelly giggled despite herself, rolling her eyes. “Okay. I can’t think of anything I won’t do. What kind of fetishes might they want?”

“Watersports…”

“Ah! Yes, that’s a no,” she said quite quickly. “Oh my. Yeah, I can’t go there.”

They worked on Kelly’s strut a moment, as she was being led around on a leash and collar. Then Lady Lovelace locked her into half a dozen playstations so she could feel what it felt like. Kelly felt a moment of panic every single time she was locked into one of them, feeling how helpless she was like that, knowing she was utterly dependant on Lady Lovelace’s good graces to be freed. Then they reached a familiar playstation.

“This is called a bondage horse,” she said. It was basically a modified saw-horse, with thick leather covered padding long the top edge, and short runners for the lower arms and legs to be strapped down upon. “Get on it.”

Kelly climbed atop it, laying belly-down on the padding. Well, she really knelt upon the leg runners while the dominatrix strapped her legs down just behind her knees and across her ankles. Then she had Kelly rest upon her elbows on the arm runners, and strapped her forearms down at the wrists and elbows.

“Are you feeling it, slave?”

“Yes. Mostly feeling helpless,” Kelly said, tugging against the straps. “Very helpless and vulnerable.”

“And you are quite helpless and vulnerable,” Lady Lovelace said, and ran a soft hand over Kelly’s sweetly rounded butt.

Kelly’s breath caught. She had begun to think she’d be able to escape the interview without having to perform sexually. It looked like she was wrong. Lady Lovelace watched her intently as her fingers slipped down Kelly’s butt crack, stroked her anus, and then started rubbing her pussy through the bikini bottoms.

“You are quite aroused,” Lady Lovelace said. “I’m not sure I’ve ever interviewed anyone as hot and wet as you are right now.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kelly gasped out, feeling jolts of pleasure spiraling up into her body. The dominatrix’s fingertips were circling her nether lips, passing over her clit, and pressing in perfectly for maximum pleasure. Lady Lovelace certainly knew what she was doing. “I kinda enjoy this a little too much, I think.”

“Excellent,” she purred. “Remember, at any time you can simply said ‘red’ and we will stop immediately and release you.”

“Don’t stop… I mean, okay,” she gasped.

“May I remove your clothes?”

“Please!”

Lady Lovelace pulled the bottoms down to hang off her upper thighs, and completely pulled off the bikini top. Then she returned to rubbing pussy. She quickly masturbated Kelly to climax.

“Aaaaggh!”

“Wow, you’re a screamer,” Lady Lovelace said. “That’ll earn you better tips. The happier you make a member, the more he or she will tip you.”

Kelly nodded, panting and head spinning. Oh, she felt so good, and all she really wanted to do was bask in the afterglow. But Lady Lovelace had other ideas. The head dominatrix released her from the bondage horse, and ordered her to kneel.

Dropping to her knees, Kelly looked up into fierce, very pleased eyes. Lady Lovelace scooted one booted foot forward. Kelly looked at it, swallowing a lump in her throat. Her mouth was already watering, and the taste and smell of boot leather returned.

“Lick it, and make it pretty,” Lady Lovelace commanded. “Make me believe you love licking boot more than anything in the world.”

Kelly gave a brief nod, and then dropped to all fours. She stretched out her head, and gave the pointy toe a kiss. And then she licked the lip print off. The busty blonde teen licked, kissed, and nuzzled that sexy ankle boot from toe to heel, and then she spent a few minutes just licking that long stiletto heel.

“This looks promising,” a man said. “I love being welcomed into a room by a naked twat.”

Kelly slanted a look back over her shoulder. A tall, dark, middle-management looking man approached. His brown eyes scanned her head to toe, filling with desire.

“This is Kelly Kingsley,” Lady Lovelace purred. “She’s the applicant we’re interviewing this afternoon. So far, she’s been a pure delight.”

The man started to remove his jacket and shirt. Kelly’s eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants. She took a wild guess, and assumed that was the club manager. And he would want his pound of her bootie, too.