It’s Friday night which means it’s my off night. I always try my best to not have any other engagements on a Friday night. Friday night’s is just for me. It’s when I take time out of my normal schedule of attending parties with my dad because my mom and brother passed away a few years ago in a car accident and he still doesn’t want to go alone. It’s the night I close my bakery earlier for me to go to the hairdresser and get my freak on. Yes, every Friday night I go to a BDSM club The Torture Garden. It’s the only time where I could be myself and don’t have to put a face on for some or other friends of my dad or some acquittance or business partner it’s where I don’t have to deal with customer complaints or being thrown with a cupcake. Yes, my bakery specialist in cupcakes and for some reason a customer threw me with one because it didn’t taste the way she thought it would taste like. You really get weird people. I go to the hairdresser every Friday afternoon to get my hair blow dried and, in a style, I was in a mood for. My hair dresser doesn’t know where I go every Friday night according to her, I have a hot date every Friday night and I leave her she should think what she wants. Not even my best friends know of my guilty pleasure. Later that night I got dressed in my red leather dress that just cover my ass and my red fishnet stockings with my red heels at least I wear a decent jacket when I go out. I don’t think I could get into an Uber in this get up.

At 10 pm I ordered my Uber; the party normally only gets started around 11 to 12 pm so it doesn’t help I go earlier. I normally did because I was anxious to go but know I’m used to it and always make sure I’m there anytime between 10:30 and 11:30 then all the people I know will rock up. I’m a submissive in all things I think that is why my father can order me around so much because I always want to please everyone. I get some pleasure out of pleasing everyone. When I got to the club I signed in at the door and got my white bracelet that meant that I was a submissive and available to play with, the submissives that are in a relationship had red bracelets and the dominants had black bracelets. I walked into the big common area greeting everyone I knew. I went to the dungeon masters just to greet them and tell them I was there. They normally look out for me which I really appreciated. I walked to the bar and got myself a gin and tonic. I normally only have one drink when I was at a party, I wanted to be clear headed when I play with someone, I don’t want my sensations dulled. I took my gin and tonic and went to sit at the table I usually sit at to people watch and to see if there is anyone I could play with. I would never approach a Dominant but I could give him the eye and he can come to me. My body normally talks for me especially my ass and boobs that are most of the time exposed.

You would never say I’m the same person during the week but then again during any other day my name is Jennifer, Jennifer Rynn daughter of property mogul and casino owner Bradford Rynn but here I go as Maya I don’t want anyone to know who I really am I mean you get creepy people they might just black mail me with my lifestyle just to humiliate my father and I would never be able to live with myself then. So here at the club everyone knows me as Maya. When the clock strikes 12 and there were still no eligible dominants to play with as my regulars didn’t come tonight, I decided to join my club friends on the dance floor and just dance the night away. If I can’t play, I should probably dance. We danced for an hour when I noticed a Tall, Dark and handsome guy standing at the bar. I couldn’t take my eyes of him; he must have felt eyes on him because he started to look around until his eyes met mine and fuck, I think my knees just wabbled. But he is clearly a new dominant at the club and I will not approach him. We were still dancing when I felt hands on my hips and the person behind me was starting to take over the moves we were making. I looked at the bar but Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome wasn’t there hopefully it is him behind me, but when he turned me around, I looked into a guy that looked like a child with blond hair, blue eyes he looked like a surfer. I’m more into the older guys I want to me teach I don’t want to do the teaching. He leaned in and shouted in my ear “You look gorgeous you wanne go and chat?” I didn’t want to be rude so I said yes and walked with him off the dance floor. My table was still open and I knew one of the Dungeon Masters is always close to that table that was the reason I chose it. When we sat, he asked me “So what is your name?” “Maya and you?” “You don’t look like a Maya.” “What is your name?” I asked him ignoring his comment. “I’m Andy.” “Hi Andy.” “Hi, now tell me your real name.” I took a sip of my water and told him “I don’t know you enough to give you my real name.” “Come on sweetheart we are going to play I need your real name.” “And who said we are going to play?” I asked him. “I did.” “It doesn’t work like that Andy you need to ask me first.” “Fuck why? I’m a dominant you are an available submissive why should I ask you.” “Because that is the rules.” He got a mad look on his face; he grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet. “You will do as I say.” “I will not.” I pushed my heels into the ground trying with all my might to pull back so he can’t pull me towards him.

The next moment I saw 2 very big guys grabbing Andy by the arms when he let me go, I fell backwards but into someone else’s arms. When I looked up, I looked into Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome’s face. He was beyond beautiful. “You, okay?” he asked me in a deep raspy voice. I could feel myself getting wet just by his voice. “Thank you know I am.” “What’s your name babe?” “Maya” “Okay Maya you interested in playing with me tonight.” I didn’t want to sound do eager so I just nodded my head. “I need the words, Maya.” “Yes, please sir.”