Lesbian romance | BDSM | Sapphic | Spanking
Spanked & Clamped by the Dominatrix
That bite of pain led to real pleasure.
“Are you ready to play?”
The voice came from the corner of the dim room, clear and strong. It had been a few weeks since Lauren and I had done a scene together. Our schedules had been crazy the last month, with Lauren out of town for work and me picking up extra bartending shifts at Club Surrender to help out while someone was on maternity leave.
I’d missed our time together at home, cooking and snuggling on the couch. But I’d also missed our time together exploring our deepest, darkest fantasies.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Get undressed and assume the position.”
Lauren’s voice was cold and firm, so different than how she was outside the club. It made me shiver, wondering what she had planned for me. With her hidden in the darkness, I couldn’t see her expression, or even what she was wearing.
I kicked off my shoes, then shimmied out of the skintight black jeans and tank top that I’d worn for my shift. One of the nicest benefits of working at the women-only BDSM club was that we got to use the club facilities in our off-time.
