Page 6 of Filthy Commitments
“It’s BDSM, Asia. I know you’ve heard about it. Who hasn’t?” She took a little sip of the margarita and looked up as if I was a fool.
“BDSM? The hitting stuff? The tying up stuff? The men dominating women stuff?” I shook my head the whole time and wondered what kind of females sign themselves up for that.
A wry grin curled her lips. “Oh, you’d be shocked how great it all feels. You go to another place and time when you’re doing it. And this club makes sure the Doms are well-trained. There’s nothing to worry about. You learn so much about your mind and body, and you get paid to do it. It’s a win-win.”
“More like a lose-lose. You’re talking about selling your body, Joy.” I was feeling a bit sick to my stomach. My friend wasn’t who I thought she was at all!
“If it’s that, then why did I never feel that way. Hell, I felt like I was getting paid to feel pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. The things that were done to me, I’d have gladly paid someone to do. It was that good, Asia.”
Somehow I was becoming more intrigued than disgusted. “And how will I be in control?”
“A safe word and the fact that there will be no kind of play you don’t previously approve of. Talking about what you’ll do is almost as enticing as the doing it part.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “And you’ll have those memories forever! Sometimes, I can still hear my Dom telling me to sit still or he’ll spank my ass. Then I’d wiggle just to get him to do it. It make me wet and horny every single time.”
I was back to being disgusted. “There’s something wrong with you, Joy.”
“If that’s true, then I’m cool with that. And I’m not the only one, either. There were hundreds of women at the club. Not all were in the auction. Some were there to be pleasured by the men without accepting any form of payment for it.”
“So why pay for a sub at an auction if they can have women who will do it for free?”
“Because some men want it to last longer than one session. Some want to take the girl with them. Some want to keep her for a while. Believe me, once you’ve been kept, you will know the true meaning of power. You’ll give yours and get theirs. It’s an exchange that will change you forever.”
Joy had never talked about any man in her life, it had me curious. “Did you fall in love with the man who bought you?”
“Love?” She shook her head. “No. Not love. I respected him immensely. I loved the way he made me feel. But I didn’t love him. To be honest, he kept his guard up, not ever completely letting me in. I was fine with that. And I was ready for it to end. The intensity can get overwhelming.”
“Would I have to be in an auction? Because I don’t want to be with a man I’ve never seen. I’d like to pick. Is that impossible?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
Was I going to do this?
“You can sign up as available for a contract. You’ll have to do a physical, which the club will pay for. Then you’ll pick out the kinds of play you will and won’t do. If you get an interested man, he’ll message you, I think. It’s different than the auctions. But you will have the choice of telling him yes or no.”
“So I could hold out for a man who I feel attracted to?”
“I think, you can.” She took out her phone and pulled up the site. “The Dungeon of Decorum is like something out of a fantasy book. It’s like a dream you never knew you wanted to have.”
My wheels were spinning. I could do it. I could be in some control. And I had a secret too. Something that might just get me more money than most. I was a virgin.
There was one more thing I had to know. “Joy, how much money were you paid for the two months?”
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
“Fuck me!”
I was in!
Jett
The end of May was looming around the corner. My family’s vacation was getting close, and I had to come up with a bride, and fast! No one in my immediate circle would do. I had to venture out, and even then, I found no one that I thought I could get along with for three months.
Then it came to me that I could search The Dungeon of Decorum’s website for a prospect. I was short on time, I had nowhere else to look. With my fingers crossed, I pulled up the website and began to browse. Unfortunately, the women who were into the BDSM scene were mostly going for that classic bad girl look. I didn’t want a bad girl, I wanted a good one. Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw her. Asia Jones was her name, and she looked like an angel. And she had to be smart too. She was in college at Rutgers becoming a Statistical Analyst. A little boring, but she had to be damn smart to want to do that.
I ran my fingertips over her pink cheek on the computer screen. Her hair hung in a silky sheet of black that looked as it if went to her waist, it was so long. Her bangs were long, framing her beautiful face. Almond shaped eyes with doe-like brown irises looked peaceful as thick dark lashes surrounded them. Her skin was the color of coffee tainted by a bit of creamer. Her lips were pink and just the right amount of plump. Her high cheekbones created an exotic look. She was a real beauty.She was the one!
But there was her list to get through. She allowed spanking, different types of sensory deprivation were things she would do, and bondage would be okay with her, as well. Of course, those were all I really cared about anyway.
My cell rang, and I saw my mother was calling. “Hi, Mom.”
“Jett, I can’t wait to meet her. You two are still together, right?”
