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ConfusedFlo: It happened again guys :(
MissDommeAnonymous15: Oh no!! You mean your husband's terrible bed performance or that other thing?
ConfusedFlo: My husband. He cums so quick and he barely does any foreplay anymore. It's like since I started being dominant with him he has given up on trying. I don't know how to explain it, it's like he expects me to do everything now.
DominantCrab: Maybe you need to give him some incentive.
ConfusedFlo: Incentive like what?
DominantCrab: Well he needs more of a reason to be good in bed. It seems he just isn't trying. Have you been punishing him?
ConfusedFlo: I really have. Usually when he doesn't make me cum I slap him around a little.
MissDommeAnonymous15: Flora I hate to break it to you honey but I think he enjoys it. In your husband's sick little mind it's as if you are rewarding him for being a shitty lay.
ConfusedFlo: Ugh. You're probably right.
MissDommeAnonymous15: How often is he cumming?
ConfusedFlo: How should I know?
DominantCrab: Well, there's your issue.
MissDommeAnonymous15: You did say he masturbates. He probably does that a lot.
ConfusedFlo: He could still try harder though...
MissDommeAnonymous15: I understand. Why don't we try something new to get you out of your slump?
ConfusedFlo: Like what?
MissDommeAnonymous15: We should all go out to the Eros Clubhouse
DominantCrab: Me and my girl will be there.
ConfusedFlo: What is that?
MissDommeAnonymous15: It's a BDSM club. You should bring your husband. It will help straighten things out. You will be able to talk freely with a lot of people who also do BDSM and I think it will help you out. Give you a lot of perspective.
ConfusedFlo: I don't know if that's my kind of scene, C.
MissDommeAnonymous15: It's not what you're thinking. It's a real classy place. Most people who go to these kinds of clubs have money. BDSM equipment costs a lot of money as it is. It's not a sex club, although there are BDSM shows, no one is sucking dick on the dance floor or anything like that. Just google it, you'll see what I mean.
Flora paused and began to google the place. Clarissa was right, it was classy. If you didn't know it was a BDSM club you might accidentally walk in and be shocked by what you find. The pictures were a lot fancier than expected. She pulled the menu up and her eyes widened at some of the drink prices. It truly was upscale.
ConfusedFlo: Okay, I think you're right. We will both be there. You know, when I read the words BDSM club I imagined some kind of high society dungeon where you go to get kidnapped.
DominantCrab: You have some imagination on you, haha.
MissDommeAnonymous15: How does Saturday at 8 sound?
ConfusedFlo: That's good for me!
DominantCrab: That works for us as well.
***
"Who're you texting all the time?" Jorge asked his wife. They were half laid on the couch after dinner in half comas. Their legs draped over one anothers as they were half watching whatever TV show Flora picked for them that night.
Jorge wondered if Flora sensed the excitement in his tone. His masturbation addled mind had concocted all sorts of lurid fantasies against his will. He knew Flora was not susceptible to that but he couldn't help the picture his mind created. Was she starting to lose all respect for him as a submissive man and perhaps had fallen for the charms of someone bigger and better than Jorge in every way imaginable. His cock stiffened in his sweatpants and his heart raced with a toxic mix of genuine anxiety that was overshadowed by sick excitement.
"I guess it slipped my mind to tell you," Flora peered over her phone toward her husband. "I made some new friends."
"You have friends." He didn't believe she was simply speaking to a friend. This time his possessive nature came to the forefront. His fantasies fizzled out beneath him as everything started to feel all too real.
"Are you being jealous?" she cocked her head to the side. Jorge sat up on the couch and shook his head.
"It just makes no sense to me..."
"I needed to understand you Jorge, to understand BDSM. How do you think I have been managing to dominate you?" she perched up one perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"I don't understand what this has to do with that?"
Flora couldn't help but chuckle. She found herself enjoying the little mental torture Jorge was receiving. She subconsciously realized that she had some control over him, real control that she could wield and not just a roleplay, but she didn't want to admit that.
"What I mean is, I went online and asked for help. I ended up making friends with a few people," Flora then said.
Relief washed over Jorge's face. He stared at her with a slack jaw before nodding. "Oh."
Flora went on to explain who her friends were and how they had met. She told Jorge about Sebastian and his sub, as well as Clarissa.
"Sebastian?" Jorge questioned his wife at the sound of a man's name.
"Yes. He's one of my friends. Is that an issue?" Flora picked up on the jealous tone in his voice. She always enjoyed Jorge's possessive nature, it turned her on and made her feel so wanted. Deep down Flora knew it was sick and twisted but she didn't care.
"I've never really seen you be friends with a man before." Jorge adjusted himself so he was sitting up more, moving closer to his wife subconsciously. He was feeling threatened and he didn't even know why.
"When I say Sebastian has a sub, I mean they are exclusive, monogamous. Besides, I've hardly spoken to him one on one, it's mainly just been in the group chats where his girlfriend is completely present. Or if she isn't she can always read the messages later," Flora informed him.
Jorge's mouth formed an 'O'. He felt dumbfounded by this new information. He nodded and settled back into the couch. Flora had a smile playing on her lips as she did as well. It was good to know how he felt about her.
As the TV show continued to play, Jorge's mind settled when he realized he wasn't being cucked right under his nose. In fact, their influence could help him get what he wants.
***
Flora woke up early that Friday. To her shock Jorge was also awake, and touching himself right next to her.
"What're you doing?" Flora found herself snapping.
"I was just trying to get myself harder for you. I thought maybe we could try to get a quickie in this morning. I want to make last night up to you," Jorge said. The lies came so smoothly from his mouth. Flora chose to believe him though. She was in no mood to argue with him.
"You know we never have time to fuck before work. Thanks for the effort though, Jorge," she said with a sigh.
Jorge turned around and took his hand off his cock before sitting up in bed. Flora followed suit.
"We have hours until we start work," Jorge countered.
"That's true. I actually wanted to tell you something. I have something planned for tomorrow night. We will be going to a BDSM club together," Flora announced as if it was some kind of gift to Jorge.
"Oh a BDSM club. What would that be like?" Jorge questioned her.
"It's actually quite classy. I was shocked as well when I first heard about it. My friend Clarissa suggested it. We will be meeting up there with a few more people," Flora explained.
Jorge seemed to think about it for a few moments but soon he was smiling and nodding. "That does sound like a lot of fun. We've never really done something exciting like this before."
"No. We really haven't. I guess it is a bit long overdue."
"We can plan our outfits tonight," Jorge then said as he started getting out of bed. "I know they don't just wear normal clothes to these kinds of places."
"Oh I hadn't even thought of that," Flora replied. Jorge nodded and wondered off to get ready for work.
Flora soon followed suit. Her mind light with thoughts about the club.
***
Jorge sat on the edge of his bed whilst Flora wracked through the closet.
"I don't have anything to wear, honey," Flora whined.
"You can wear anything you want. I'm sure you've got something you can wear. I don't think you've thrown anything out since we met."
Flora turned around, throwing Jorge a glare. "I so have. That's not really the point though is it. I don't have anything to wear right now."
"Look, wear something revealing. I won't even mind. I promise. Be as creative as you want okay?" Jorge replied. Just pick something already- was the part he didn't say out loud.
"Oh really? Okay thank you. I will be able to figure it out I think. You go shower. Once you're all done I'll be ready," Flora told him.
"Okay..." Jorge said, slightly unconvinced. He walked off toward the shower leaving Flora to her own devices.
When Jorge came back Flora was in fact ready. She had on a patent red leather skirt with a plain black corset top. Her legs were on display and her waist looked tinier than ever. She had done her makeup dark and sultry. Her hair was up in a tight pony tail, pulling her features back. Jorge's eyes almost bugged out of her head, she really didn't look like herself. She looked like the domme Jorge dreamed of.
"Wow." He raked his eyes up and down the length of her body. She was wearing a pair of heels that made her almost as tall as Jorge.
"Thank you." Flora beamed ear to ear. She knew she looked hot. That's what she wanted after all. She dressed Jorge in a pair of dark wash jeans and a black t-shirt that was so tight it showed off his pecks.
They hopped into the car together, Flora made Jorge drive.
***
From the outside the Eros Clubhouse was unassuming. A large brick building sandwiched between other clubs along a strip that had nothing but restaurants, clubs, bars, and the like. The street was buzzing with a drunk energy that permeated through the air. The night air was crisp but between all the people and the atmosphere it would have been normal to be close to naked.
Eros Clubhouse it read in neon pink letters overhead. There was a covering where a line went out the door. It was clear in an instant that there was a dress code based on the crowd. Jorge and Flora watched from a small distance as the bouncer rejected people, seemingly at random. It was hidden in plain sight.
They lined up and Flora felt the creeping sensation of paranoia climb up her chest. What if someone was to see her dressed like this going to this establishment. She felt as if she was holding her breath the whole ten minutes they had lined up.
At the front of the line Jorge and Flora produced their ID's, although they were plenty old enough to drink everyone was scanned into the club's database. 21 or 81 it didn't seem to matter.
The bouncer regarded Flora with a certain expression she couldn't quite place. Jorge held her upper arm as he tried to keep his composure. This guy was checking her out, it was clear as day.
"Alright," the man said before motioning for them to enter.
The atmosphere inside the club overwhelmed their senses. Flora had been clubbing a little bit when she first turned twenty-one but for Jorge he never really saw a reason to go. In his mind clubbing was to meet women and he did just fine on campus or at other social events.
The inside of the building was a mixture of luxury vintage finishings and modern updates. All in all the place seemed to be dripping with money. There was music on but unlike other clubs you could speak over it. It was almost a mix between a bar and a club. You could dance, but that certainly wasn't the only or primary reason people went to a place like this.
Flora's head was on a swivel as she was considering what kind of people came to places like this. Some people were almost dressed normal, in dark colors but with an edgy twist. Others were decked out in BDSM gear of varying taste levels. From simple corsets and collars, to leather hoods shaped like animal heads, and leashes that were bedazzled or embroidered.
It didn't seem like the place Flora should be in.
Even if Flora partook in these kinds of activities she would do it in a tasteful manner and this didn't feel tasteful at all. She took hold of Jorge's hand and squeezed it. He looked at her with round quizzical eyes. Her paranoia was getting the best of her and she was judging everyone who was there, so in turn she was judging herself, something she was finding hard to deal with.
"What's wrong?" Jorge questioned.
"What's with all the masks?" Flora questioned him before leaning down toward his ear. "They're creeping me out."
Jorge considered it for a moment. "They must attach tubes to the front so they can smell their lovers' farts, in a more direct way."
Flora blinked at him her mind turning blank. She could barely believe what she was hearing.
"That's so fucking disgusting," she snapped. "I want to go, Jorge."
"No love please, I was only kidding. I have no idea why. It's probably just to conceal their identities or something. I'm sorry I didn't know you were being so serious."
Flora glared at her husband before slapping his arm, instinctually. "You're an idiot."
Jorge couldn't help but chuckle as they walked further into the venue. If Flora didn't focus too much on people's outfits she could at least admit this was a classy venue.
"This place feels expensive," Jorge said. His wife nodded as they continued to walk toward the bar.
"It's okay. All clubs are expensive. But it's my treat. I feel like we really needed a night out. Plus, we aren't here to get drunk just to blow off some steam and see what it's all about," Flora told him.
They lined up at the bar and ordered a few house specialty cocktails before doing a small lap of the place. They were trying to get their bearings but also trying to find Clarissa and Sebastian.
Soon, Flora and Jorge settled on some couches in a side seating area. Flora texted Clarissa with their location. Okay, we'll come to you was the reply. A few minutes later Flora came face to face with her friends for the first time. It wasn't the location one normally meets their online friends at, but it suited their purpose of meeting.
Flora and Jorge stood, everyone greeted everyone, wrapping each other in hugs and handshakes, saying their hellos and how are you's before they all settled down on the couches together.
Flora and Jorge sat on one couch with Clarissa by Flora's side and Jorge on the end. Across from them there was two smaller seats. Sebastian sat on one, his sub-girlfriend Ivy sat on his lap. In the other seat their friend Sierra.
Clarissa was a tall woman with striking features. Her cheekbones taught and her chesnut hair pulled up into a tight pony tail. She wore thick layers of makeup that made her beauty that much more severe with a dark red lip that contrasted against her pale skintone. She wore a tight black pair of leather pants with a leather bustier to match.
Ivy on the other hand had a soft subtle beauty. She had rounded cheekbones and bright playful eyes. It was clear to anyone that looked at her that she could have most men at her feet. She wasn't striking but she had this sweet essence to her that made people want to save her, want to help her. Clarissa likened her to a baby deer with a limp, and it was true.
Sebastian who held his girlfriend had the opposite look. He was handsome and dark. His hair was almost jet black, naturally. His eyes were deepset and a languid blue.
Sierra, on the other hand had curly dark hair with plenty of volume and dark tanned skin. She wore a tight red clubbing dress with black heels that seemed impossible to walk in.
"How did you guys go finding this place?" Clarissa geared her question toward Flora and Jorge.
"Google maps did the job for us," Flora answered.
They all nodded. Jorge couldn't help but feel the gaze of the women's eyes on him. They weren't quite checking him out, in that way, but they were trying to figure something out, size him up.
"How about you guys?"
"We've all been here before," Clarissa replied. "I actually met Sebby here a few months back. He introduced me to Ivy and her friend Sierra."
"Is this a usual hang out spot?"
"Depends if we want to party, watch a show, or something else. This place is good if you're in the mood," Clarrissa said.
"So how are you finding it?" Sierra asked pointing right at Jorge.
"Me?" he pointed at himself. Flora noticed the attention had turned to her husband and she hadn't decided if she was okay with that yet.
"Yes you. You're so quiet, like a little mouse. Do you usually let your wife speak for you?"
Flora smiled internally as she realized what was going on. Let the games begin, she thought. Her eyes flickered with amusement as she went between Sierra and Jorge.
"It's interesting. I've never been to a place like this before," he replied.
Sierra nodded.
"I assume you're the sub here?" Sierra narrowed her eyes in on Jorge. No one else was being questioned about their positions in their relationships but here he was. He thought until that point it was more of a silent understanding not something you just ask someone you met five minutes ago. Besides, they all knew Flora was a dom so the question was a bit redundant.
"I mean, out of Flora and I? Yes..." he stumbled on his answer. He'd never felt shamed for being a sub before but something about Sierra's tone struck him.
"Come on Sierra, don't be mean," Clarrissa said with a chuckle.
"I wasn't being mean, I was just asking a question."
"I don't know if Jorge can handle the way you ask questions."
Ivy stifled a small giggle before sinking deeper into Sebastian's lap.
"I'm not ashamed of being a sub," Jorge spoke up. He wasn't sure what to say but it couldn't very well be nothing. Jorge had to try and defend himself.
"No one said you should be ashamed, Jorge," Sierra said.
"What a strange thing to say, Freudian slip perhaps?" Clarrissa joined in.
Flora felt a thrill bubble up inside her chest. Although she hadn't decided how she felt about the whole thing she needed to fit in with the other domme's. She thought if she didn't like it she could decide later, but for now she had to make a good first impression.
"No, no. My husband loves being told what to do, he's not ashamed at all. In fact, he's the one driving this. I wasn't really a domme before he introduced me to the concept. If it were up to him I think he'd be even more submissive," Flora said. She was airing out all of their dirty laundry. A heat crawled up Jorge's neck and onto his cheeks. Thankfully between his dark skin and the darkness of the club no one could see how flushed he was.
Flora's attempt seemed to go well. The same thrill came back and many of her doubts lulled in the bottom of her chest, drowned out by the momentary rush from the approval she was receiving. They all laughed with Flora and at Jorge.
Jorge shrunk down. These things weren't exactly a secret or something he was ashamed of but the way Flora told everyone... It made him face everything outside of a fantasy context, outside of an intimate context. One of his darkest fantasies involved being humiliated and degraded by many domme's at once, but this wasn't that. His body and his mind disconnected as he tried to reconcile the fantasy to the reality.
"I wonder if you ask him to bark for us if he will," Clarissa questioned.
