Chapter 1
People think that I have no imagination, no wet, sexy, dark, pussy clenching fantasies, but that's not even true. I have my fantasies; I just don't tell the world about them. Because of fear of being judged for what I want, for what I desire. In my fantasies, I'm looking to be taken in hand by a dominant man that is unafraid to put me over his knee and spank me like the brat I want to be. I want to be cared for, caress by a lover's hand. I need to feel wanted...
Diana's writing gets interrupted when the phone ring. She picks it up without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?" She said into the phone.
"Get dressed in something sexy and then meet me outside of your house." Her best friend, Sam said from the other end of the phone.
Diana grimace, regretting picking up the phone without checking caller ID first. Don't get her wrong she loves her bestie to the highest order but tonight she made an agreement with her months ago that if she didn't start leaving that house more often that Sam was going to take her to a club to unwind her. Tonight, also happened to be her birthday which was also why Sam felt that she needed to get out of the house.
"Do I really have to?" She whines into the phone, looking out of the window, seeing Sam's car in her driveway.
"Yes, and if you're not dressed and in my car in fifteen minutes, I will drag you to my car willing or not," Sam said hanging up the phone right after.
Diana press save on what she was working on before she hauls her ass to her closet to do as she was ordered to by Sam. Diana digs deep in her huge closet to find the outfit that Sam had given her the year before for her birthday that she had yet to wear until tonight. The reason she never wore it wasn't because she didn't want to, she just could never find the right place to wear it to. She strips out of what she already had on and changes into the outfit she took her time looking for. The outfit consisted of a black thong, a black corset, and a purple mini skirt. There was no need for a bra with this outfit, so Di doesn't put one on. She pulls her hair up into a bun to have it off her neck and dawns on no make-up. She goes downstairs and grabs her purse with her key before heading out of the door. She jumps into Sam's car. She buckles her seatbelt and then turns to Sam.
"Where are we headed?" She asks her.
Sam grins, starts the car, and drives out of Di's driveway.
"We're heading to Fantasies. I think you may like what the club may offer." Was all Sam said in answer to Di's question.
The drive to the club didn't take long from Di's house. Before she even knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot. Sam shut the car before turning to look Di in the eyes. She had a serious look on her face that told Di that she meant business.
Taking Di here was a risk that Sam was willing to take to get her back to the way she was before Luke broke her. Fantasies wasn't any night club. They don't serve much alcohol and if you do drink while there the limit was two glasses per guest. Sam hoped that this would help Di grow back into herself. She rests a hand on Di's shoulder.
"Okay before we go in there are a few things that I need to tell you. One, everything that goes on in there is safe, sane, and consensual. Two, please just give it a try, if you don't like anything you see I won't bring you back. And lastly, when we go inside, I suggest that you don't put yourself down if someone compliments you. They will most likely punish you in some way. The owner here is called Master Jac. When we enter, you will need to sign some papers. Alright, let's go inside." Sam said, unloading a lot of information onto Di.
They get out of her car; Di leaves her purse in the safety of the car. She only brought it to have something to put keys in as what she was wearing didn't have pockets. Sam opens the door to the club and waves Di in first. She follows behind her. The door closes with a slam.
"Follow me, Di." Sam tells Di.
Di nods and does as she is told. Sam leads her to the guard that sat next to the inner door of the club. Sam smiles at the guard.
"Hey Carson, I brought a guest tonight. Mind whipping out the papers that she needs to sign?" Sam asks that guard.
He taps a stack of papers that was on his table.
"Already ready for you Sammy." He tells her.
He looks up at Di and waves her over.
"Read everything in these papers and then sign. As it is your first time here, I'm going to need your ID."
Di nods and then looks at Sam. She and Sam both a copy of each other ID's just in case one of them forgot to grab theirs. Sam chuckles and pulls out Di's ID. Carson looks at it and laughs a bit when he saw the date of birth.
"Happy birthday Di." He said getting up to copy her ID.
Di nods her thanks and then goes back to reading the NDA. She drags the tip of the pen on paper with very little pressure as she didn't want to mark-up the paper as she read it. There so much legal jargon in this document, it could be wrap in a bow and be called a Christmas present. After the first few points, she began to just skim the paper to just be done with this part.
Di feels herself gulp at the air after reading NDA. This club must be very exclusive for there to be a need for a non-disclosure agreement. She signs the NDA and then moves on to the next of papers. At the top, it read BDSM Checklist. She looks up from the paper to look at Sam.
"What is this place?" She asks.
Sam sighs.
"I brought you to a private BDSM club that I've been a member of since I turned twenty." Sam tells her.
"So, you've been a member for almost five years?"
Sam nods, biting her lip. Di lets it slide and fills out the paper. When she was done, Carson had come back to take her papers and file them. He also hands her another paper.
"These are the club rules that all must abide by. Hold onto it as it is your first time here. You won't be allowed to a scene if you are permitted to by the owner. Here is your wrist-band, please enjoy your time at Fantasies." Carson waves them into the club.
Di felt like Alice in Kinkland when they entered. She saw women in lathers, holding whips, and leading men who crawled on their hands and knees with leashes. There were half dress men with women who were tied up or women kneeling next to them. Almost no one in the club had much clothing on. Di feels her throat dries up. She wasn't uncomfortable in the way some would think. She was having an out of body experience was due to the fact that what was seeing turned her on. She felt her sex was sticky and wet with a need for the first time in years. She thought that she would never get turned on again after how her ex made her feel about herself. She taps Sam, who was standing next to her.
"Sam, I um feel something that hasn't been running since you know who." She whispers in Sam's ear.
Sam's eyes widen. She looks at Di.
"Are saying that the factory is shaking off the cobwebs?" She asks.
Di nods her, biting her bottom lip. Sam squeals and starts jumping up and down.
"This is so great. I knew that it was a good idea to bring you here." Sam takes Di's hand. "Come on let's get you acquaintance with the club."
Sam leads her around the club, explaining what some of the equipment was used for. She pulls her over to a crowded area filled with people to introduce her to some of the people she became friends with over the years of coming here. Sam stops them in front of a sexy pair of men.
"Di meet Sal and his lovely friend Rims. Sal and Rims meet my bestie, Diana." Sam said
The two guys shake Di's hand.
"Well nice to meet you, the name's Sal pretty filly." He said with a deep southern swang.
Sal was the tallest of the two, looking like he was kissed by the sun. A perfect light tanned body. Di rolls her eyes at him and Rims laugh.
"Unfazed, bro. Usually, all the women fall at your feet when you turn on the southern accent or that is at least what you say." Rims say ragging on his friend, nudging him with his shoulder.
Rims turn to look at Di, with a big grin on his face. Taking her hand, he brings it up to his mouth placing a kiss on it.
"Thank you, pretty girl, for doing this tonight." He said, mischief dancing in his eyes.
DI burst out laughing, feeling lighthearted for once in a long while. Sam scoffs at them.
"Stop that you two, I don't want to overload the girl with your pervy guy hormones. This is the first time I have gotten her out of the house in the last five years."
Sal and Rims both got a look of shock on their faces. Sam rolled her eyes at them, going back to teaching Di things about the club. Telling her the rules and conduct. There lines that can not be cross even in a place like this. She points out Dom's who have so much experience that wears complementary brands to show their status. Seeing the owner, Sam nudges Di.
"That there is, Master Jac." Sam tells her.
Di looks at the guy she's pointing at. Di's mouth waters a bit just from looking at him. He was a fine piece of man. The ripple of pure-bred muscles. Tone bod that is dipped in sin and wrapped in pure sexiness. She licks her lips. Trying to tear her eyes away, she turns to watch someone, anything else that was going. What she turned to look at wasn't anything better. A man was flogging a woman that was tied to a big X and had a vibrator hooked onto her pussy. She was moaning and screaming in ecstasy. Di felt her pussy melt at the scene. The man was caring yet commanding, making the woman ache for him. This is what she has been looking for, has been craving for.