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later on in the evening .
    The place is in full swing and I have to say I am a little surprised with the clientele that he draws. These are high end business people and even those who are dressed in fetish wear, are wearing the latest, most expensive items on the market.
    Everyone here is gorgeous and dressed to the nines. This looks more like an ad for a private fetish club. Like it or not, I am impressed. The décor is impressive too. Much like the dungeon at the mansion, the bar is set up to look like the dungeon of a castle. Black, rod iron sconces line the walls. The doors look like dungeon doors in a castle—heavy wood with black, rod iron handles and hasps—giving a Tudor’s air to the setting. The walls and furniture are done in vivid red velvet and leather coverings. Blue and gold colors are perfectly interwoven to give it a classy air as well as an atmosphere of medieval times gone by.
    I didn’t want to go dressed in a suit so I chose tight fitting blue jeans and a top that drapes over one of my shoulders paired with five inch stiletto black ankle boots.
    I have no intentions of being outdone by any of these women. I may be here to work, but I am still a woman—and women dress for other women.

    David
    As soon as she graces the door, I see her—as does every other Dom in the place. I immediately feel the stirring in my loins that she always causes whenever she is in my presence.
    I want her in the worst sort of way and it is making doing this show very difficult. It is hard to act like I want to pick out a sub to train when all I want is the woman I work for—a woman who has nothing to do with the lifestyle and has voiced no desire to start.
    I don’t like the effect she is having on me because I’m not in control and I’m a man who is all about control. I’m pissed right now because I see these Doms in here eyeing her like she’s Christmas candy and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it because I’m supposed to be here for the show, not to fuck the producer of said show.
    I’m angry and I can already see that I’ll be taking it out on these poor, unsuspecting gold diggers I’m surrounded by.
    Really, it serves them right, because none of them are here for the right reasons. Maybe giving them a taste of just how cantankerous a Dom can be is just what they need. I have no problem with setting them straight and the irritation I’m feeling from the jealousy coursing through me right now will ensure that a lot of feelings are going to be hurt tonight.
    I’m having a hard time peeling my eyes from that fine ass of hers she poured into those designer jeans she’s wearing. She’s leaning up against the bar and all I can envision is tossing her on top of one of these tables and fucking her brains out.
    I can’t remember the last time I’ve had a woman get under my skin the way she is. Normally it is the other way around—women falling for me, begging me to train them, or own them. What is it about her that makes her so fucking alluring? I can’t help but wonder if it is because I can’t have her.

Linda
    I lean in towards the bar and order a drink. I desperately need a glass of Merlot to take the edge off.
    “Well, well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?”
    Great, Dom Malibu Ken.
    As I eye the life size man-doll complete with a fake bake tan and frosted tips in his hair, I have to stifle a chuckle.
    I grab my wine and rush away before he has a chance to make a move on me. There is most certainly no lack of testosterone or male ego here tonight and I have no intentions of coming under anyone’s line of fire.
    The TV cameras have brought out the masses and I have one thing on the brain: getting these women stirred up. I was under the impression people in this lifestyle would avoid TV cameras and I can only guess the inception of BDSM into the mainstream population makes it okay to be here tonight.
    No sooner has it crossed my mind that I need to stir these girls up, than a loud scream