Free Domination Inc. by Drusilla Leather

that again soon.
    There was a tatty flyer on the seat of the train when she went to sit down. All it had on it was a drawing of a set of handcuffs, the address of a club in the west of the city and the coming Friday’s date. She tucked it surreptitiously into her coat pocket, aware there was a contented smile on her face as she began her short journey home. Domination Inc. had opened the door for her, and now she was ready to step inside the secret world of submission and mastery, and explore her sexuality to the full. Joanna gave a silent thank you to Laurel, and to Christian and his dominant companion, and wondered whether, somewhere close by, someone else was receiving as fulfilling an experience as she had so recently enjoyed.
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    In a small, freshly-painted office over a travel agency in Soho, three people sat round a desk, toasting each other with sparkling wine in polystyrene cups.
    â€˜I can’t believe how well that went,’ Warren said, lounging back in his chair to rest his legs, crossed at the ankles, on the cluttered desktop. His grey eyes shone with self-satisfaction. ‘We gave her exactly what she asked for, and she loved it.’
    â€˜It’s all right for you,’ Christian replied, reaching for the wine bottle and topping up his companions’ cups. ‘You were the one who got to spank that incredible arse of hers, while I was stuck in the next room, listening. Next time, Laurel, can you take a booking from someone who wants to be watched while they’re being punished, or preferably someone who likes blonds.’
    â€˜So you think there’ll be a next time?’ Laurel asked.
    â€˜Definitely,’ Warren assured her. ‘There are plenty more where Ms Morrison came from, just dying to have someone tell them what to do.’ He took a swallow of his wine, and fixed Laurel with a hard stare. ‘I’ve never found a woman who didn’t want to submit, deep down. Even the ones like Elisha, who reckon they’re pure dominants, just sometimes they feel the need to switch.’
    â€˜And what about dominant men?’ Laurel replied. ‘Do they ever want to switch, too?’
    Warren shook his head. ‘I never have.’ He drained the last of his wine, crushed the cup in his fist and tossed it, without looking, towards the waste-bin. Laurel waited for it to miss its target. The fact that it didn’t increased her irritation with the man all the more.
    â€˜And so, suddenly, you’ve got the authority to speak for dominant men everywhere?’ she shot back.
    â€˜Come on, Laurel, if you had all the power in a situation, would you want to give it up?’
    â€˜I thought it was the submissive who had all the power,’ she said. ‘I mean, look at Joanna Morrison. You might have been spanking her, but she set all the rules. She told you what her limits were, and she made you stop when she wanted to. I think that makes her pretty powerful, don’t you?’
    â€˜You think so?’ Warren replied, coming to stand by her, so she had to look up at him from her seated position. ‘She set the rules because she was paying for it. And every submissive woman thinks she knows what her limits are, but I’ve never met one who wouldn’t let you bend those limits. They all love it when you push them that little bit further than they’ve ever gone before.’ He grinned, sure in the knowledge of what he was saying. ‘And if I have no power, how come Sara, or any one of a dozen girls, would drop everything and come running if I clicked my fingers and told them they deserved a good hiding?’
    â€˜You don’t half fancy yourself,’ Laurel snapped.
    â€˜Yeah, well, you can’t deny that you fancy me, too.’ Warren took hold of her arm and dragged her to her feet. Christian was watching the two of them with undisguised interest, wondering where this little scene was leading.
    â€˜Warren,