Kink clubs are special places, good places to meet men who aren’t sure of what they really want, men that can be taught that some experiences are worth a power exchange .. as long as they’re taught correctly.
Which is what Cara loves to do most. She leans back in a chair, watching men dressed in business clothes, in kink wear, and in body paint walk by. Some are doms, some are subs, and some … some have potential to be more.
Her red gauzy robe doesn’t hide her black pushup bra or her high wasted black thong and lacy garter belt. Her silky black thigh highs rub together as she crosses her legs. She twirls her curly black hair with one finger while licking her top lip and glancing at the men moving by. More than one looks her way, but they’re expecting a woman they can dominate. She arches an eyebrow at one.
“Is that the best line you can use to claim me?” She asks, obviously bored.
“Well you’re here, I assume that means you want to fuck, why not have the best man possible for the job?” he asks while looking over her toned thighs. His eyes flick back to her smoky eyes.
“That’s assuming you are the best man for the job. Do you have references? Women willing to say you know where the clit is? That you hit their G-spot each time? That they came without faking a single moan?” Cara questions.
The man’s mouth opens and closes. She waves her hand dismissively. “Can’t answer a question, can’t follow a request, I don’t have much hope for you being able to follow an order or to really open yourself up to the pleasure I could give you.”
“Well, I, I-”
“I don’t waste my time. I’m sure another girl here will happily take pity on you and walk you through the basics of pleasing a woman,” Cara answers before taking a delicate drink from her glass, her eyes never leaving the man’s.
If he walks away, then he proves he’s not the right man for her. If he immediately falls to his knees, he’s not the right man either. She likes to earn her dominance. She enjoys twisting a man around her finger.
The man shakes his head slowly. “You … you’re not going to end up with anyone if you have an attitude like that.”
“Another man who can’t please a woman. I’m clearly missing out on so much,” she sasses while leaning back.
“I can please a woman,” he argues. “You know what, even my buddy can please a woman, it’s not that hard.”
Another guy steps up, he looks younger, has dark hair and a little bit of scruff on his face. He still seems like a younger man, less experienced. Cara arches an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“I don’t have references since it would be rude to out the women I’ve been with to a stranger, you know,” he says while rubbing his hands over his black slacks.
Cara stands up and undoes his black tie, then pops his top button on his white shirt. “Is that why?”
“But I haven’t had any complaints or anything,” he says, glancing at the guys he’s clearly here with. He swallows. “I know how to handle myself and my partner.”
The corner of Cara’s mouth lifts. “Is that so?”
“Well …” he glances at his friends again, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
“I’m expecting you to do an excellent job since your friends think you’re so highly qualified and since you’ve never gotten a complaint. It means you can handle all kinds of kink, you know exactly what do to and don’t need any instruction. That’s exactly what I want tonight.”
“I um-”
“You can start with a name, cutie,” she says, pulling him closer by his tie. “And we’ll go from there.”
He stares at her, not exactly nervous, but Cara’s done this enough that she can tell his confidence is wavering. Now that he’s been challenged and has been told he has expectations, not that she’s pulled him away from his friends, he feels like he has to follow through. The stakes are higher.
“Your name?” She whispers in his ear. “I need that and a ‘yes’ before I pull you away from your lackluster buddies and see what you’re made of.”
“Aaron,” he whispers. “Yes.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Cara asks, loving that she’s already gotten a chance to start her favorite game with a man that might just make all her patience worthwhile.
She keeps a tight grip on Aaron’s tie as she leads him towards a room. She looks back at him. “Are you sure I’m the kind of woman you can handle, or are you just proving something to your friends?”
“Um, not the … not the second one,” he says after a moment.
“Well, I’m glad I’m more than just a bet,” Cara teases before pulling Aaron into a private room. There are plenty of kinky toys on the wall, restraints ready on the bed, everything he could need to dominate her other than an attitude.
He stands there, drinking it all in while leaving the door open.
“I’m not into exhibitionism,” she notes.
He glances at the door, following her gaze and shuts it. Cara smirks. He’s already following orders and doesn’t realize it. He doesn’t seem to recognize that he’s obeying her, doesn’t seem to realize that he’s not in charge. That’s fine with Cara. It’s exactly what she has in mind. He’s going to give her what she wants while thinking it’s his plan until the end.
Cara walks over to Aaron and undoes his tie, holding both ends in her hands to pull him close. He puts one hand in his pocket as he watches her. She smiles. “You’re something aren’t you, Aaron. Something special.”
“Well I have to be since you chose me, right?” He asks.
“Come now, you can be more assertive than that,” she says as her red robe falls off her shoulder. “You’re at a kink club and you’ve made it clear you’re not a sub.”
“No, definitely not a sub,” he says even though his throat bobs again.
“That’s kind of a shame. I’ve never played with a sub before. I think it’s the peak of masculinity,” Cara says as she eases out of one side of her robe, then the other, slowly wrapping Aaron’s tie around her hands as she pulls herself closer to him. “A man who recognizes that he can still be a man while following orders and pleasing his partner is … something very special you know?”
“I .. I guess.”
“You’ve had women submit,” Cara says, strategically guessing. “Didn’t their ability to take pain, their desire to serve, their eagerness to obey turn you on?”
“Yeah, of course,” he says, but she knows he’s bluffing. She doubts he’s done anything more than rough sex.
“And you still saw them as a women, were probably impressed that they were willing to do so much for you. Why would it be any different when a man submits?” She purrs, nearly kissing him.
His eyes dilate and he leans forward. “It … among men, it’s not-”
“You already said you don’t talk about what happens in the bedroom. Aren’t you curious what it’s like to be on the other side of things?” She sighs while turning the tie slightly so she can use it to choke him ever so gently. “What it’s like to take orders, to have the freedom that comes with obedience?”
He swallows, watching her dark painted lips with blatant desire. “I … I mean …”
“But I get it. Only the strongest of men can handle that. The ones who are really secure in their masculinity can handle being choked, following orders, truly giving their partner control and trusting them to use that power for pleasure,” she sighs while tightening the tie. His eyes bulge, and she lets go a second later, gently rubbing over his chest, getting closer to his buttons.
“It’s not something I’ve done,” he admits.
“Of course not. It takes trust and inner strength, Don’t worry. A lot of men haven’t,” she says flippantly. Walking over to the bed in the center of the room, she bends over, offering up her ass. “Most prefer to take control and I’m sure you can show me how you do that. Knock my heels right off.”
Aaron takes off his shirt and goes for his belt. Cara moans. “Yes, just like that. Use your belt on me.”
He pulls his belt out and hesitates as he holds it in his slack hand. Cara pushes herself up and turns around. She walks over to him and wraps the belt around his hand. “Honesty is a good thing, Aaron. It’s important between two partners, even if they’re strangers. If you haven’t used a belt on a woman, I should know, right?”
“Yeah,” he whispers.
Cara tightens the belt around his hand, making him groan. She shows him how to flick it and grins at him. “Just like that.”
He swallows. “You intimidate me.”
“Do I?” She asks.
“I feel like you should be the one holding the belt. After all, this is a place where people have new experiences right?”
“I thought you didn’t want to be submissive. I thought you were going to be the one in charge? Hit all my buttons, show me all your knowledge about how to please women.”
“Yeah,” he says, his brow furrowing. “Of course, and clearly you’re a woman who is pleased be domination which means … which means that’s the best way to please you.”
“Are you sure?” Cara asks, barely hiding her smile. “I mean, if you’re more interested in vanilla sex, that could be the kink we explore tonight.”
“No, no. Why limit to what we can have normally, right?” He says before clearing his throat. “I’m a strong enough man to submit to you. Afterall, if I can give pain, like I do so, so often, then I can receive it.”
It’s exactly as Cara planned. All she has to do is use the right words to dominate a man in the way that really matters – psychologically. Make him feel strong as he gives up control, make sure he thinks it’s sexier than being dominate, that it’s an encounter he wont forget.
If a woman is hot enough, skilled enough, and sure enough, she can get what she wants without having to fight. It just takes the right man, one who’s just doubtful enough that his mind is open, but cocky enough that he won’t back down if put in a position to impress.
“You want to receive?” Cara asks softly. “I don’t want to push your limits or anything. I’m happy to be your first, but I want to make sure you want this.”
“I do,” he says.
“You said I intimidate you,” she sighs, taking the belt and sitting down on the bed. She leans back a bit, letting her bra straps fall over her shoulders. She might have smaller breasts than some girls, but based don how Aaron is staring at her, he’s interested. “I don’t want to bully you.”
“Please,” he pants, dropping to his knees as he takes his shirt off. “I want this. I want you. Let me please you this way. I trust you to please us both.”
“Prove it. Prove you want me like this. Take off your pants,” Cara insists.
Aaron doesn’t hesitate. He strips down to nothing, stands there unashamed. He’s hard and very ready to go. Cara spreads her legs wider. “That’s a good boy.”
His cheeks flush and his eyes darken in response. He licks over his bottom lip. “Since you want me so much, turn around. You’re going to earn the right to make me come.”
“Well, I thought ..”
She snaps the belt next to him. His eyes flick from it to her. She arches an eyebrow. “I’m not worth earning? Are you used to women who are so eager and willing they’ll jump anyone? Maybe I chose the wrong man. I thought you wanted me specifically and that you wanted me enough to try something new. If I’m wrong that’s okay. I’ll just lay back.”
“Mistress, I..” he trails off.
“I’m sure you can please me the normal way. I was just really excited. I’m already so wet and seeing you so strong, being so decisive and sticking to it made me even wetter,” she says while stroking closer and closer to his cock. “It’s okay. I’m sure we’ll still have fun.”
“No … You’re right. I want to do this. Don’t let me get scared,” he says. “Unless I say … I say black, we’re good to keep going.”
“I need you to confirm that. I need you to get on your hands and knees. You don’t even have to turn around, you can face me, kiss my legs, but you’re not allowed to taste my pussy. Not yet. Earn it,” she says softly. “Okay?”
He nods, but something wicked plays on Aaron’s face. He kisses along the inside of Cara’s thighs, moaning as he strokes the underside of her thighs. She watches him, then eases out of her bra.
Aaron’s eyes flick to her tits and he lets out a moan of his own. He starts to lean forward, his eyes dropping to Cara’s panties, but she flicks the end of the belt over his ass. He groans and looks up at her.
“I told you to behave. Be a good boy and you’ll get to taste me, to make me come. So few men actually know how to do it, but you do, don’t you?” She says softly. “You’re already working me up so much by giving me power, I know that you’re going to make me come the second you lick over my clit.”
He moans and nibbles the inside of her thigh. Cara cups her breast in one hand, moans for him, spreads her legs wider, teasing him. When he licks along the seam of her panties, against her inner thigh, she flicks the belt against his ass again.
She’s so wet she’s sure that he can tell her panties are wet. She keeps punishing him until his hips are grinding.
“Doesn’t pain make the pleasure better?” She asks. “That’s what I’ve always said.”
“So good, so much better,” he groans. “You were right.”
“And you’ve earned a taste of my pussy. I know you’ll make me come fast. You’ll do it so well. I’m sure of it,” she coaxes.
He moans and waits for her to pull her panties to the side. He leans forward, but she flicks the belt. “Be a good boy. I’m giving you a gift, so you say …”
“Thank you. Thank you. I’m not going to waste it. I’m going to make you come,” he says in a breathless rush.
She grins and spreads her legs as wide as she can, offering up her soaking wet pussy. Aaron moans and licks over her slit, his eyes lifting to hers. She smiles very slightly and nods. She wants him to work for it, to prove that he wants her.
And he does. He licks deeper, finds her clit without asking and uses his tongue to make her writhe. She moans and bucks against his face. “Yes. Earn every moan. Show me how right you are, show me I chose the right man.”
He grips her thighs and pulls her closer. He only uses his mouth, fucking her pussy with his tongue, sucking her clit, driving her insane. Knowing that he’s working hard to actually please her, not himself … that’s the best high she can imagine, it’s the best orgasm she can reach.
Moaning, she lets herself come, rocking against his face, letting him have everything. Aaron doesn’t stop though. He’s proving he’s a good boy. She drops the belt and grips his hair. “Lay down and let me have you the way I want.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, his mouth shiny with her wetness. “Thank you.”
“I’m going to ride you,” she informs as she straddles his waist. “I’m going to ride you until I come again. If you’re a good boy and keep your hands on my tits, I’ll push your limits too, show you exactly how much fun it can be to trust someone else with your pleasure.”
“I trust you,” he groans.
“My good, submissive boy.”
He actually groans at the compliment which proves she’s changed what he wants, brought him fully under her own control. It’s such a turn on that she drops right down on his cock, rolling her hips as he fills her. His hands move up to her breasts. He plays with her nipples, palms her breasts, all while she rides him hard and fast.
“That’s a good boy. Talk to me. Let me know everything you feel, everything you’re thinking. Make me come without moving your hips at all,” Cara moans.
“You feel amazing. This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had. Earning you make it so much better. I love how you use my cock. I want to keep serving you, to give you everything. You feel so fucking good,” he yells.
She moans and squeezes her pussy tight around him. He bucks up with her, but she leans back and strokes his balls, then lower, teasing his asshole. When he nods. “Yes. I’ll try everything. I want everything.”
She moans and comes. His submission is all she needs. His willingness to please, his willingness to do whatever it takes to get her off, to be her toy to manipulate and use, it’s what pushes her over the edge.
After she comes, she thrusts her finger into his ass. He tenses, then shudders. “Mistress, that …”
“You’re taking it so well. Doesn’t it feel even more intense, more wild?”
“Yes,” he groans. “I just … I never thought ..”
“We can explore everything together. There’s no need to panic, no need to judge or worry. It’s just us. Let me take care of you, baby boy. Let me show you everything,” she pants. “And I’ll even tell you my name when you come.”
He groans and nods. “I want it. I want you.”
She works her finger in and out of his ass as she rides him. When she sees his belly tightening, sees how close he is to the edge, she jumps up so he can come all over her belly and tits. His hips keep rolling, like he has more to let out, but once he’s empty, she frees her finger from his ass.
She leans forward and kisses him. “You’ve pleased Mistress Cara greatly, Aaron.”
“Yes,” he whimpers. “I’m so glad.”
“And you’re going to please me again, aren’t you? Prove you’re better than all your friends, more open minded. You don’t need multiple women tonight, not when you have one who knows just what you need.”
“Yes,” he pants. “You’re all I want.”
“Then we’re going to have a lot of fun and I promise, I’m going to make you come over and over again … because you’re going to be a good boy and earn it … aren’t you?” “Yes, mistress,” he answers, his eyes dazed, but his obedience unwavering. It’s everything that Cara wants … he’s everything she wants and she’s not planning to let him go tonight.
