Cupid’s Surprises (A Valentine’s Day Romance Anthology Book 2), page 76
It was that darkness that lured me in. I wasn’t vanilla. I was far worse than that. I was an untouched specimen. I needed an experienced Dom to take over me. My mind was set; I would hand myself over to him with no qualms. Everything we did, how I felt about it all, and how I felt about the man who’d done those things to me were to be noted. Then I’d make charts and sub-charts about the whole thing and write my thesis once summer was over.
I could’ve researched different men. I could’ve asked around to find things out. But I wanted a clean slate when I began my research. I wanted to go into an auction and to allow the right man to find me. The thing that made it all okay in my mind was the fact that my emotions were left out of everything. That was the stipulation of many Dom/Sub contracts. Once it was over, the two people would walk away from one another with no hard feelings. Love wasn’t a thing that was supposed to occur.
I was happy about that. I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for an experience that I could write about and learn from—and that would make an excellent how I lost my virginity story.
Not many women would have the story I’d have.
Only a couple of weeks stood in my way. I’d done no research on anything that had to do with actual BDSM kinks. That way, I’d be able to accept whatever the man who bought me would want. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I wanted him to do. I was a blank slate and more than ready to be changed. My body had never experienced anything sexual. I’d never masturbated. No orgasm had ever filled me. I had no idea what that would feel like or if I’d even experience one.
The men I knew jokingly called me a robot. I was fine with that. Not all women climax, from what I’d read about human sexuality. I did realize that I wasn’t normal. One doesn’t go through life, living in another world that’s alongside the real one and not see that she’s different. The truth was, I was tired of being different. I wanted to be normal, but knew I had no clue how to become that. So I could be something else other than normal. I could be a Submissive. I could belong to someone. I’d never belonged to anyone in my entire life. It was time I let that happen.
I’d do it for the summer, and if I found I liked it, then I’d sign up for another auction and give myself to more and more Doms, until the right one bought me and wanted to keep me. No one had ever wanted to keep me. Not ever. Putting myself up for sale was risky. But so was living my life the way I had. I had deprived myself of so many things. All that was about to change. I was about to let loose and let go of all the things I’d clung to so desperately.
Once upon a time, my mother put me outside of a fire station. From what I was told, I had on no clothes, nor was I wrapped in a blanket. I was placed in a box and a storm was raging. No one was sure just how long I’d been outside. It was a miracle I hadn’t drowned or died from exposure. In my mind, if my newborn body could handle all that, my adult body was capable of even more. I was about to test limits I knew nothing about and hoped the Dom who’d buy me, would.
Troy
The sun was setting behind me as I drove my Jeep out of NAS Point Loma in San Diego, California. I was currently a master drill sergeant career Navy man. I had the summer months free and a much-needed extended vacation was calling my name, as was the Dungeon of Decorum in Portland, Oregon. I’d been a member of the BDSM club for the last three years. The lifestyle worked wonders for me. I could take on a Sub, who I’d win in an auction, for any length of time I wanted. Since it was summer, I had three months off and planned to make up a contract for the entire time.
Being a Dom was something I was good at. I knew how to think about what would work for entire groups of people. My experience working hands on with other people had given me more knowledge than most started out with. Not only was I acutely aware of what the human body could take and perform, I knew the inner workings of the human mind. It was capable of handling things most thought impossible.
As a SEAL, I’d done things and seen things others might’ve gone insane over. I was tough, built like a tank, and mentally capable of doing anything I set my mind to. And I do mean anything. What others saw as insurmountable challenges, I saw as opportunities to push myself to the max. And I enjoyed teaching women, my Subs, how to do that too.
At the end of our time together, my Subs left a hell of a lot safer than when I got them. They could take pain and morph it in their minds into things that not only didn’t hurt them, but could also be transformed into pleasure. I’d seen amazing transformations in the last three years with the women I’d taken on, and I was looking forward to getting my hands on a new recruit.
The club had a website where I could get a gander at the women who’d be in the summer auction that year. I didn’t want to look them over. I wanted to pick one out based on instant attraction. I was looking to work from the ground up with someone. I preferred a BDSM virgin.
I’d had women who’d been in that lifestyle and they were great. But I wanted a newbie—a fresh woman who knew next to nothing about BDSM. Showing someone things they could never imagine was what I was looking for. Watching her face as she found out just how high I could take her, using only some ropes, a paddle, and my cock was a thing that had my thighs tingling.
I had to make a stop at my family’s estate in Napa Valley, then I’d be on my way. My grandfather had started a winery when he was young and it had taken off. My mother had inherited it, as she was his only child. Her mother had died early on, so it was just mom and her father to grow the budding company. Time and patience had Succulent Winery blossoming into a giant company that my father and brothers loved. I wasn’t like them. I thought wine was okay. I preferred beer and whiskey. And I also preferred to work a bit harder than any of them did.
As heir to the fortune the winery gave us, I didn’t have to work a day in my life if I didn’t want to. But I hated to be idle. Both in mind and body, I liked to stay active. The cool thing about being a billionaire in the armed forces was that I could take the money I earned in the Navy and give every bit of it to various charities. I was also known to hand over large amounts of money as gifts for people who I found in need. I did those things anonymously, though. I didn’t want any recognition for anything like that. It was money. I had a lot of it and they didn’t. End of story.
Life could’ve been easy for me, but I preferred to make it at least a little hard. I liked to work hard for what I had. Having something to show for all that hard work was what I lived for. While some might’ve seen taking on a Sub as a selfish thing to do, I saw it as an opportunity to help a fellow human being grow into something that they never thought possible before they had met me.
I didn’t leave my subs with just an education of the mind and body, I also left them with enormous chunks of money to let them live the rest of their lives any way they wanted to. Along with their newfound freedom to explore their minds and bodies in ways others condemned, the financial freedom I gave them allowed them to live life on their own terms. So far, every Sub I’d bought was happy with what she’d received from me.
We’d end our contract with smiles, handshakes, quick hugs, and maybe a kiss if the chemistry was there. The truth was, I hadn’t found intense chemistry with any of the subs I’d had. I’d found nothing to hang on to in the dating department, either. But I wasn’t freaking out over that just yet. I was still young, at only thirty years old. I had time to meet a woman, marry her, have a family, and all that jazz.
I wanted those things someday. I had faith the right woman and I would cross paths and both know we were meant to be together. I never told a soul about my secret thoughts. I didn’t like to be made fun of, and if I spouted off that crap, I’d be ridiculed, there was no doubt in my mind. Until that time, though, I would take my vacations in Portland, making memories that would last me a lifetime. I wasn’t sure I’d ever tell the woman I eventually fell for about my little secret. How many wives want to hear that their husbands were Doms, once upon a time? How many kids want to think that way about their daddies? Not many, I thought. When I found Mrs. Right, my Dom days would be over. I was all right with that. I could put that all behind me. I could be normal.
Until then, I’d be the savage who could take a woman, bend her until she thought she’d break, then reform her into a superwoman, able to take care of herself and feed her desires. I had been thanked by all the women I’d taken on. I had to be doing something right!
Blyss
Nerves were never something I’d dealt with. But that night at the BDSM club I’d found online, The Dungeon of Decorum, I was shaking uncontrollably. After filling out lots of online paperwork and going to a doctor to get not only a clean bill of health, but a certificate of virginity, I was in Portland, Oregon.
The lady from the club, Isabel, was happy as a clam when I told her I was a virgin. She asked me if I was a virgin to BDSM or an actual virgin. When I told her I was an actual virgin, she was ecstatic and told me I’d end the summer a wealthy woman. It never occurred to me that I’d get so much money that it’d make a difference to me. But she assured me that if I brought a certificate of virginity with me from the doctor, then I’d probably have more money than I’d ever dreamed of. On top of that, I’d be fought over at the auction.
The idea of money was novel to me. I had a job as a tutor at Stanford that didn’t pay a whole lot. My apartment was one of those studios with sparse furnishings. My car was ancient and I barely used it, as walking could be faster at times than trying to drive the backfiring rust bucket anywhere.
When I’d left my apartment in Stanford, California to head to Portland, I’d told the manager of the complex I’d lived in for five years to sell what was in it. And I’d given her the rust bucket that was parked under the covered parking area designated to me. Leaving her the signed title to the car, I’d gotten into a cab and headed out to the airport to start my new life as a Submissive partner to a complete stranger. I was leaving it all behind. Every bit of it. When I returned to go to school in the fall, I’d have enough money to get myself a new car and a nice place to live.
That knowledge had kept my chin up as I waited for summer to come. Bonus news just kept coming from the BDSM club. I was to bring only what I absolutely needed—my birth control if I took oral pills, which I did, and any other personal things like glasses or contacts. The Dom who won me would put me up in a place to live. It might be with him or it might not. And he’d cover all the bills and keep me fed and clothed. Now the clothing would be his choice, mind you, but I was down with that. My usual attire of lab coat and slacks would never do as a sexy Sub anyway. My new man could dress me any way he pleased. Or not dress me at all. I was cool with nudity.
I’d worked on sculpting my body once I’d made the decision to become a sub. I wanted everything about my appearance to please men. My hair had been down to my ass. I rarely cut it as I put it into a tight bun each day. I’d gone to a beauty salon to have it shaped up, and I loved the loose, layered waves that hung from being freshly cut. And they’d fixed up my eyebrows and waxed up my body, telling me that was what women did all the time. They’d even taught me how to put on makeup and sent me home with an entire bag full of it. It had all cost me a small fortune of about five hundred dollars, but I was a new woman when I’d left there.
Having no luggage to check on the flight was great. I had so few things that everything fit into a large purse. I was given a gorgeous white dress to put on when I got to the club that night. My hair and makeup were done by the club’s stylists, and I was sent to walk around a large room with other women who had high hopes of becoming subs to the many Doms. The men who were doing the bidding were supposed to be sitting in an area behind a large, two-way mirror.
Isabel was hurrying here and there, helping us. There were twenty of us in all. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that the other women were being subjected to all sorts of things I wasn’t. And boy, I was thankful for that. The trainers were all huge men with sculpted muscles, and they did all kinds of things to the other women, including showing off the want-to-be subs’ genitals to the mirrored wall. I hadn’t been aware of all the things that would have been done to me if I wasn’t a virgin in both ways.
No one expected me to take any kind of punishment, as I’d not been trained at all. Whoever got me had to do all my training. I thought that might be something Doms wouldn’t want, but Isabel and the other women who were on the auction block with me assured me the men would be putting their homes up for third mortgages to get me.
It was still hard to believe that to be true. Without being able to see the guys at all, it was like the whole thing was make believe. We were paraded around so much, it seemed ridiculous. I wanted to take a break and write down all the feelings I’d had through the whole process, but there seemed to be no time for that. Time went on, women got called and left to meet their Doms, and I was getting left behind. Isabel came to tell me there was a bidding war going on for me as the only other woman who was left with me was taken away.
Isabel took me with her to a small room. It was lavishly furnished and there was a bottle of wine on a small table. “Take a seat, Blyss. We’re out of sight in here.” She poured a couple of glasses of red wine, and I looked at my white dress.
Klutziness was my middle name. “I better not. I’ll most likely spill it all over this dress and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Nonsense.” Isabel pushed the long-stemmed glass toward me as I sat up, preparing to lean over the table as I took a drink of it.
She walked away and came back with a small tray of fruit and cheese. “That looks good. I haven’t eaten since early this morning.”
“Eat up, Blyss.” She sat down and joined me as she took some yellow cheese and a chunk of apple. “I’ve never seen anything like what’s going on upstairs.”
I was more than a bit surprised. “How long have you worked here?”
“Since it first opened. I was one of the owner’s first subs. He and I tested the waters as the men made up their long list of rules.” She sipped her wine, and I tried to follow the way she did it, without making a mess.
Holding the wide bottom, I lifted it and put only a small amount in my mouth. I was successful and placed the glass back on the table as I held the liquid in my mouth for a moment to taste the first bit of alcohol I’d ever had. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I’d thought it would be. It was actually quite good. “That is a long list. That’s the only thing I read about this whole thing. I had to read the rules and sign off on them, or I wouldn’t be here, would I?”
“No, you would not.” Isabel’s cell went off and she looked at it. “Oh, good. My assistant sent me a message. You’ve been won, Blyss Danner. Are you ready to go meet the man who’ll teach you things you never dreamed of?”
My heart was pounding, my knees were knocking, and I had the sudden urge to run like hell.
Troy
I had decided to drive to Portland, instead of flying. I wanted to have my Jeep, so my new Sub and I could do a little backcountry traveling. With camping gear ready to go, I was planning on having some fun in the deep woods. I’d always been more at home in the outdoors. My parents called me Tarzan because of it. My brief visit with them—I’d only spent two nights—wasn’t enough to make them happy. And they never understood my vacationing in Portland. I told them I liked the forests of Oregon.
It wasn’t a complete lie. I like the forests too.
My drive was supposed to take around ten hours, but due to some gnarly thunderstorms, I was three hours behind schedule. I had to head straight into the club, borrowing a tuxedo from the rentals they had available. The Dungeon of Decorum had a strict dress code, which I found kind of funny, as they also allow various states of undress by the subs and prevalent sexual behavior, rendering body parts exposed.
The auction had already begun as I entered the bidding room. A bevy of beauties were walking in a figure-eight pattern on the stage floor below us. The women were paraded around different areas to allow us to see portions of them at different heights, and allowing us to eventually see all of them. With them on the lowest stage, we could see their posture, the tops of their heads, how narrow or wide their shoulders were, and their gait. Not that any of that shit mattered to me. But it was what the men who founded the BDSM club came up with, so it had remained the same throughout the years.
Slipping into the dimly-lit room, I found it was nearly full. One of the owners caught my eye and I took a seat next to him. “Finally going to grab you up a Sub for the summer, Grant?”
“Me?” He looked at me with a grin on his face. “Not me. I’m here to catch a glimpse of the virgin all the men are talking about.”
“A BDSM virgin?”
He nodded. “But also an intact virgin. She hasn’t even had an orgasm before, from what her report says. And she’s absolutely gorgeous.”
I keened my head a bit to find the woman. “She’ll be in white, right?”
“There are two of them down there. One is blonde. That’s her, Blyss Danner. The other is a brunette—Caity Cavanaugh. The brunette is a virgin, but she’s had a lot of oral sexual experience with women. Blyss is untouched in any way. She claims to have never masturbated.”
“How can anyone know if that’s true or not?” I had to stand up to find the elusive woman who moved around with the others in a way that left her looking ghostly.
“I suppose one can’t be certain. That is what she put on her information sheet, though. And to add to the glory that is Miss Danner, she also refused to mark even one thing on the list as a hard limit. She’s up for anything and everything.”
“And who trained her?” I caught a glimpse of her and found her hair was long and braided in one long, ropey length that hung down her back. The light caught the strands of pure gold that ran through her light blonde hair, making it sparkle and shine, captivating me.
“She hasn’t been trained. That’ll be left up to her Dom. She’s a blank slate. And the men are salivating over her like wolves who are starving to taste the little lamb.” Grant licked his lips as he looked around the room of men who belonged to his club. “I expect to see a stellar auction tonight.”
