Page 95 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

Master D’s Naughty Gift (Masters of Midgard) by Ann Jensen

Chapter One

Nyra

I couldn’t mask my smile as I sat in the reception room of Club Valhalla. When my membership to the exclusive BDSM club expired last month, I’d thought I’d never get to sit in these luxurious chairs again. Unfortunately, even the lowest tier of membership was out of my price range if I wanted to be able to afford pesky things like food and rent.

My short stint as a member had been curtesy of my very brief relationship with Robert Conway. I still wasn’t sure why I’d put up with his snobbery. He loved to show off not only his money but his control. The gift of the six-month membership had lasted five months longer than the relationship. I’d thought we were exclusive, but he’d had a different sub for every day of the week. That might work for others, but I’d ended things quickly.

The reason I was back in this wonderful place was my best friend Mel had scored two tickets to their Christmas party and, like the amazing woman she was, had offered to take me as her plus one. I’d almost declined. Being back in this place was a reminder of what I no longer had. Also, I’d never told her I’d been coming here. With my luck, she would probably figure it out. Fingers crossed, she wouldn’t be too pissed.

Ok, I know you are supposed to tell your best friend everything. And I do, mostly. We go to Club Midgard together almost every week. The public BDSM club owned by the same people who owned this place was nice, but you often had to sort through the assholes to find a good play partner. We always had each other’s back when we went and keeping my membership here a secret had been hard. My very legitimate excuse for keeping it secret was that even bringing a guest to Valhalla cost money we couldn’t afford, and I couldn’t deal with the guilt of her knowing I was coming here without her.

The woman in question blew through the front doors with the extreme energy she did everything. The long vibrant blue coat and matching ridiculously large furry handbag were so perfectly her, it wasn’t funny. How she managed to strut in five-inch-spike gold shoes was a mystery. My best friend never did anything understated. We were a textbook example of opposites being perfect for one another.

“Hey, girl.” I stood and walked over to meet her.

She leaned in and gave me a cheek-to-cheek air peck. “Sorry I’m a little late. My first Uber driver didn’t show up, and I had to wait. Nice outfit, by the way.” She gave me an almost comical up and down look. “Maybe you could get a Christmas job in the mall in that get-up. You’d certainly have a line-up.”

Shaking my head, I laughed. “Thanks, I think. Just bought it yesterday. I wanted to get in the holiday mood.”

The outfit I’d chosen for the party was classic Christmas kinky. Red and white latex corset with fur edging and a short, flared skirt which would be easy to flip up or take off depending on the scene. White thigh-high stockings and patent leather Mary Janes with only a tiny kitten heel. I was willing to be uncomfortable, but not with my footwear.

Mel smiled and, in true dramatic fashion, whipped off her coat before spinning around and wiggling a very naked ass at me. “Me too. What do you think?”

Her outfit was so much fun. The form-fitting red latex pencil skirt had a Christmas ornament shaped hole which framed her butt in a way the Doms would surely appreciate. Her bra was metallic gold with tassels dangling off the nipples. She was sure to be a hit tonight.

“Om my god Mel, only you. That looks awesome!”

“Well, it highlights my best attribute, so thanks.” She straightened, then twirled her tassels at me. “Hey, let me grab the tickets before I hand over my purse.” She dug through the furry monstrosity that hung off her arm.

“Purse, that’s not a purse. It’s more like the cookie monster in drag.”

Her laugh was big and brash, and I couldn’t help but smile. “That’s right sister,” she rubbed the bag like it was a pampered cat. “And she gets offended easily, so no comments if you please.”

She was my best friend, so it was best to humor her when she got like this, but I wasn’t going to encourage her by responding. She sighed and pulled two tickets out of the depths of her purse.

“Here you go, one ticket to heaven.”

Guilt gnawed at my stomach. She didn’t realize how true that statement was. My time in this dungeon had been some of my best, even if I’d tried not to get too attached. The people who went to Midgard weren’t bad as a general rule, they just treated BDSM and scene like it was a game. Something fun and distracting, not a way of life.

When I dreamed of my forever Dom, I knew he would want so much more than an occasional scene. I would do anything to please my Master as long as he cherished me. Not like the sweet Daddies and their Littles, but like an artist with their masterpiece. I shook my head.

Submitting in individual scenes was starting to get old. Maybe I would simply relax tonight and enjoy the atmosphere. Though if I didn’t try, how would I ever find the Master of my dreams?

We approached the door that would let us into the actual club. The sounds of the club slowly getting louder. The woman at the door was someone I hadn’t seen in months. I smiled at her adorable red and green schoolgirl outfit and handed her my ticket.

“Here you go Shelby. Love your outfit. Is Baldor here tonight?”

“Thanks, Nyra. Yes, Daddy and I will be having fun later once the crowd dies down.”

The two of them were one of those perfect couples. In fact, he was almost too pretty for words, but his good looks never stopped his brat from causing lots of mischief. The main room was as beautiful as I remembered it. Only now, elegant holiday decorations were tastefully woven into the decor.

“So, who is that, and how do you know her?” Mel’s voice was an accusation. A guilty blush ran up my body.

“We’ve seen each other around, but I don’t really know her. Let’s get a drink.” The words weren’t exactly a lie, but they felt bitter in my mouth.

“Okay fine, let’s go. I hear they are giving away a free glass of champagne tonight, and not that cheap stuff either, but like real champagne.”

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