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Julia swallowed hard. Her senses reeled from his passionate
declarations. She wanted to scream for him or scream with him. She wanted to
let go and set her senses free. She was tired of being a nice girl. She’d
always wanted more from sex and here was a strong man promising to fulfill her
dreams. She shoved aside her fantasies. That was all they were—fantasies. No
one could keep the promises Alex was making. No matter how much she might want
him, people were counting on her to resist his lure. Her grandfather’s cabin
was all that stood in the way of Alex owning most of the lake. That wasn’t
going to happen.

“I’m not
some people
,” she retorted. She moved to get
into the boat.

Alex placed a hand on her arm and moved his mouth close to
her ear. “How do you know if you don’t try?” he whispered.

Julia pulled away from him and got into her boat.

“Don’t forget the party tonight. Nothing will happen unless
you want it to happen,” Alex called as she pulled the cord to start the motor.

The rest of his words were lost as she roared away from the
dock and headed back to her cabin.

* * * * *

After the trip to town, Suzanne took a nap. Between the
travel yesterday and her exertions upon arrival, she’d been near exhaustion.
Now she was well rested and ready for the party tonight. She stretched and
climbed out of bed. She made a quick trip to the bathroom before she headed to
the kitchen. Halfway there, she stopped. On every other visit to the lake, she’d
stayed at the mansion. She’d told Alex she wasn’t sure she wanted to buy in.

In reality, she had longed to live here but it had taken her
a while to gather any money. Alex must have known her situation because he
discounted the price and gave her a loan. He hadn’t made her swallow her pride
to ask, he’d offered. Normally he didn’t give the cabins away. He made the
price stiff enough so only committed people would want one. But he’d always
been sweet to her and now she owned cabin number one. She slowly turned in a
circle and grinned. She hadn’t really noticed it last night or earlier today.
She’d been too tired. Now she recognized the fact that her cabin was perfect.

The cabin was small, only twelve hundred square feet but
well thought out. Wooden beams held up the roof. The beams had six fully
automated hooks built in at various locations. The hooks could be lowered and
raised at the touch of a button. Alex had told her each was designed support
the weight of three men.

To her right was the living room. The furniture looked
ordinary but Suzanne knew hardly anything in the cabin was ordinary. The
fireplace had rings on each side. Every chair had straps. Some of them could be
reclined and their footstools split so a sub could be held open for pleasure.

Off to her left was the kitchen. Alex knew most of his
friends didn’t cook so he hadn’t bothered with a full-feature kitchen. The tiny
kitchen only contained a microwave, a toaster oven and a refrigerator. There
was a full kitchen staff at the mansion and takeout food was always available
since there were a few restaurants in the area.

There were two bedrooms. One was hers and it was sacrosanct,
it had no toys. Although Alex said the bed did have straps and rings just in
case. Alex had also told her she could add whatever she liked but he knew she
preferred a private place to sleep, just as he did, and he’d provided that.

The second bedroom was where the real action would happen.
There were no windows. A St. Andrew’s Cross had been built into the interior
wall. Chains and whips lined another wall. The floor was tile with a drain at
the center. After all, accidents happened and it was much easier to hose down a
floor rather than trying to mop it.

The drain lay under a very special table. The center bench
would hold the torso then there were all the extensions that could be pulled
out to hold the head, the arms and the legs. The table moved any way Suzanne
could imagine. There were rings beneath it as well as straps that could be used
to hold down a recalcitrant sub. She’d never seen anything like it.

Alex had designed it and he knew how to play both as a sub
and as a Dom. She couldn’t wait to try it out, as well as the sling that hung
from the ceiling. Many of the toys were new to her. After so many years without
a suitable place to explore her desires, such luxury was intoxicating. Finally
free of the restrictions of civilized society she no longer had to rely on her
imagination to discover the best tools. She could actually experiment in
safety. She briefly debated finding a sub for a quick scene. Then she shook her
head. Not yet.

It was nearly time to get ready for the party and Suzanne
was not going to miss it. She loved Alex’s parties. She quickly ate a light
snack then went to bathe. Her smile widened as she contemplated the evening to
come. Alex had said the very existence of the place was a tribute to her
teachings. She’d introduced Alex to her brand of sex many years ago when he’d
been barely legal. He’d thrived under her dominance. She remembered one scene
in particular. She’d used a special cock ring on him off and on. She’d kept him
in a constant state of arousal for nearly a week. Even his great physical endurance
had flagged after that time. No other man had ever come close to that record.
She regretted the fact that his natural strength had eventually caused him to
fight free. She couldn’t dominate Alex anymore. He was too powerful and too
good a Dom. They hadn’t played a scene in a very long time. Suzanne was just
glad they were still friends.

Simply because they hadn’t played any scenes recently didn’t
mean Alex had forgotten her though. He always managed to come up with someone she
could enjoy. She didn’t know how he did it, how he found men who admitted their
need to be weak, but he’d never let her down and now that he owned much of the
lake, the games had gotten better. She no longer had to worry about
soundproofing her play area and Alex had the best toys. Some of them he’d
invented, like the table in the cabin.

Suzanne was astounded by his creativity. The play areas in
the mansion were perfect. Most men would have stopped there but not Alex. He’d
built all these delicious cabins too. Eleven cabins lined the north shore of
the lake. Suzanne had seen his design. He planned another twelve cabins on the
south shore for a total of twenty-three cabins. Each cabin cost a million
dollars to rent for ninety-nine years and they came with numerous restrictions.
They were never listed with a Realtor. Alex vetted potential occupants. Each
owner had to agree to Alex’s rules, no exceptions. And he had many rules.

No one was permanently damaged. No unwilling play.
Everything had to be consensual. He ran his parties with an iron hand and had
no qualms about banishing anyone who wouldn’t follow the rules. Consequently
the parties were fun and enjoyable for everyone. Suzanne had originally taught
Alex her rules. The fact Alex hadn’t changed any of them made her very happy.
She was awed by the fact he not only still followed them, he’d added a few more
safeguards. He’d told her the other ideas had come from a man named Lucas. She
didn’t know much about him, no one did. He’d sold out to go traveling just
before their business had made a lot of money. Suzanne knew Alex was looking
for him but hadn’t found him yet.

She couldn’t wait to meet Lucas. He’d had such creative
ideas. Where had Alex found a lawyer to vet each potential guest? Suzanne had
seen the contract. It was detailed and explicit. It meant she could play
without worry because everything was clearly delineated. Only one thing
bothered her.

She was the only woman in the cabins. All the rest had been
purchased by men. Most of the men were Dominants. Suzanne had asked Alex if
that wasn’t a little unbalanced. He shrugged. “It’s easy to find submissives,
both men and women. Submissives usually don’t have the money to buy in.” He
smiled. “Although we do have one new owner in cabin twelve I think you are
really going to like.”

“I know a few other dominant women who would love to be
here.”

“You’re welcome to invite them and if they have the money
and the right philosophy, there are still a couple of empty cabins, or you can
ask them as your guest. They can stay with you or at the mansion. Just remember
they have to abide by the rules and most women don’t handle that well.”

Suzanne nodded. Her gender was far crueler than most men
were. She’d met a few female dominants who went so far that Suzanne couldn’t
watch them with submissives. For now, she came to the cabin alone. Maybe
someday she’d find a friend or two but not just yet. She sighed and went to get
ready for the evening and the guest from cabin twelve.

* * * * *

Jeff had spent a large part of his inheritance to buy cabin
number twelve. It was too good an opportunity to miss—a camp on a lake where
everyone was totally dedicated to sex games. Jeff was bisexual, though he
preferred to be dominated by a woman, preferably older women. He loved serving.
Alex had told him he’d be very happy with the owner of cabin number one.

Jeff itched for the party to get started. He wanted to walk
to cabin one and introduce himself but he knew that would be too forward. He
was supposed to be the perfect sub but he was too restless to stay still. It
had been far too long since he’d played a scene. He couldn’t afford the risk of
anyone finding out his secret. At least here he’d be protected. That was what
Alex had promised, the freedom to explore with no condemnation. Privacy was a
large concern to everyone here. Alex’s security system was state-of-the-art and
as soon as Alex finished purchasing the rest of the lake there wouldn’t even be
any public cabins.

Jeff stroked the table in the kitchen and hoped his Dom had
one too. He couldn’t even enter the second bedroom. When he’d first seen all
the toys, he’d sunk to the floor and masturbated, imagining how all of them
would feel. Then he imagined his Dom punishing him for masturbating. He’d spent
half a day in the room lost in a sexual haze before anyone had even touched
him.

It was his first party. Alex had invited him to a few of the
other ones but work commitments had prevented Jeff from attending. He’d had to
plan for weeks to make it to this one. His friends knew he’d bought the cabin
and they’d angled for invitations. He’d simply told them it was his escape and
a chance for him to relax. He hadn’t told them it was his private haven and he had
no intention of inviting people who weren’t part of his scene. Normal people
just didn’t understand his desire for submission. He rubbed his cock. Another
four hours. He didn’t know how he’d survive. He wanted to crawl out of his
skin.

* * * * *

Julia watched the glow of the mansion. Every light blazed
until it cast a reflection one hundred feet out on the lake. It was a beautiful
jewel in the dark night, a beacon of warmth and welcome. Julia felt the allure
it cast and finally decided to explore. If she went through the woods and got
closer, she could spy on the inhabitants. Even if she wasn’t relaxed enough to
play with them, nothing prevented her from living vicariously.

She eyed the dress Alex had given her. If she were smart she’d
wear jeans, but the dress seemed to call to her. It was sheer gold gauze
except for the built-in bra and panties. It was the most
gorgeous dress she’d ever seen. She longed to wear it. Why shouldn’t she at
least try it on? Her family and friends weren’t around to comment on the
revealing garment.

She pulled her T-shirt over her head. Unzipped her jeans and
pulled them off. The dress shimmered over her head. It fit perfectly, Julia
realized with a start. How had Alex known her size? Dresses were usually too
tight on the top and too lose around the hips but this one fit as if it had
been made for her. She felt like a princess going to a masked ball. She giggled
as she put on the mask and looked in the mirror.

The woman staring back at her was a stranger. A woman
confident in her sexuality and comfortable in her body. That wasn’t Julia at
all. She fingered a strand of hair and decided it should be up. She’d had long
hair most of her life and plenty of practice, so it didn’t take her long to pin
it up. She left a few strands dangling lose and caught her breath at the
seductive picture she presented. She’d go to the party, just for a few moments.

She slipped into the sandals. They fit perfectly too. How
odd was that? Shoes never fit right but these did. Was that symbolic of Alex’s
magic? She shook her head. Just luck, nothing more.

Julia left the cabin and proceeded to make her way to the
forest. She didn’t want to take her boat. That would be too public an
announcement that she was attending the party. If she went through the woods,
she’d be able to slip in and out unnoticed. The path to the mansion had been
well used, giving credence to her grandfather’s claim that he and Alex visited
often.

Julia stopped at the tree line. Up close, she could hear
music drifting out. Sexy, hard-driving rock music. That surprised her. For some
reason, she’d expected jazz but the rock music seemed to go straight to her
cunt. The beat moved through her body, causing her to sway in time with it.

Through the windows, she saw people moving and mingling.
Everyone looked as if they were having a good time. She wanted to be in the
mansion. She wanted to meet new people. She wanted to see Alex again. She took
a hesitant step forward and then stopped. What was she thinking? These people
weren’t people she wanted to meet. They were Alex’s people, not hers. She gave
a reluctant sigh and turned to leave.

Alex blocked the path.

How had he gotten there? She hadn’t seen him leave the
mansion. Had he been lying in wait?

As if he could read her mind, he said, “The grounds are
wired with security cameras. I saw you coming up the path. I’m glad you could make
it. You aren’t leaving before ever coming in, are you?”

“This was a mistake. Let me pass.”

“Was I right? Are you too shy to enter the party on your
own? Please allow me to escort you.” He held out an arm.

Julia took a step back.

Alex let his arm drop.

“You look stunning in that outfit. I thought you would.”

His black jeans and black turtleneck contrasted with his
crimson aura and highlighted his masculinity. He looked stunning too but she
didn’t tell him. Instead she said, “Let me pass.”

“No. You’re judging me and mine without any evidence, just
hearsay. Let me escort you in. Come and see who we really are.”

Julia shook her head.

“Don’t chicken out now.” Alex challenged her. He took one step
nearer.

Julia closed her eyes. Alex had no idea of what he was doing
to her equilibrium. She longed to race into his arms and demand sex. She bit
down a hysterical giggle. Alex thought she was judging and condemning his
party. In reality she was fighting her own response and her desire to be an
active participant at the party.

“Julia…” Alex took another step forward and circled his arm
around her waist. He turned her around so they faced the mansion. “Let me teach
you to let go.”

She didn’t resist when he led her toward the house and she
didn’t protest as they went through the front door.

The entryway opened to a living room on the right. The room
went from one side of the house to the other, creating a huge space filled with
lots of people. People in various stages of undress, Julia realized. She hadn’t
seen that through the windows. She stiffened and tried to pull away from Alex.
He held her tight.

“Don’t judge,” he whispered into her ear. “Everyone is here
voluntarily. They know what they’re getting into.”

“I’m not here voluntarily now. Please let me go. I’ve made a
mistake coming here.”

“Nothing is going to happen to you tonight and I didn’t
think Ben’s granddaughter would be a coward.”

“It’s not cowardice to know I’m in a situation that’s too
much for me,” Julia shot back. She couldn’t stay here. Sexuality oozed through
the air, calling to her, seducing her until she knew she’d explode into
multiple orgasms if Alex persisted. She couldn’t stay here without exposing her
desire for him.

“Give me a half hour. That’s all I ask. Give me a half hour
to show you what we’re like.”

Julia swallowed hard. She could last a half hour, couldn’t
she? Yes, she had to. She knew Alex wouldn’t let her leave until she did.

Alex led her into the room. Part of it had been set aside as
a dance floor. He swung her out and then into his arms. Alex was a strong
partner. He effortlessly led her through the dance steps, maintaining control
at all times. Julia had just started to relax into Alex’s arms when he asked, “What
do you know about sex clubs?”

“You mean bondage and domination?”

“I realize the locals think we’re a bondage and domination
group and that our parties are just wild sex orgies.”

“Are they?”

Alex chuckled. “Points for asking. We’re not exactly that
type of group. I believe in consensual sex no matter what form it takes.
Bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and
masochism—affectionately known as BDSM—pushes societal norms. It is not
commonly accepted despite the fact there is a large group of people who prefer
BDSM. We’re not a typical club. We encompass more than that. We encourage
exploration of all aspects of sexuality. And remember, everything is consensual,
meaning there is no bestiality or pedophilia because consent can never be
mutual. Otherwise, there are few boundaries.”

“And you prefer BDSM?”

“For many reasons, I like being in control. Sometimes that
control encompasses bondage, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it includes pain,
sometimes it doesn’t. Would you like to try?”

She stiffened. “No. I don’t want to be controlled and I don’t
like pain.”

“How would you know that if you’ve never experienced it?”

“Some things people just know.”

“Not even a little curious? Pain with sex is far different
than pain alone.”

Julia’s heart thudded. He made it sound so good. He’d
definitely aroused her curiosity. His strong arms tightened, pulling her
closer. Her sheer dress did nothing to protect her from his heat.

“Will you at least let me show you how others respond?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you that there are lots of people who like my
play areas, but I think it might have more impact if you actually see their
pleasure.”

When Julia tried to pull away Alex grabbed her hand.

“Come with me.”

His strong hold made it impossible for Julia to do anything
other than follow him. Why was she so submissive around him? Submission wasn’t
normally her style but she didn’t want the evening to stop and she knew Alex
needed her to submit. It wouldn’t hurt for just a little while to pretend.

Alex led her to a set of stairs that went into a basement
area. In front of door four Alex paused. “Look,” he said, pointing to a piece
of paper on the door.

Julia bent forward and read a list of every sex act she
could think of. Some were checked, some weren’t.

“Every guest has to sign a contract and indicate what sex
acts they will or will not accept. Any Dom who doesn’t follow the list is
kicked out of here. The rules are strict.”

“How do you know what a Dom does or doesn’t do behind closed
doors?”