Free The Domination of Diana by M.J. Aleese Page B

seductive. Their costumes weren’t the waitress’ attire of short black skirts, high heels, and tight white t-shirts. The dancers’ outfits sparkled in the stage lights, as the dancers slowly revealed additional flesh and less shimmer.
    Troy wasn’t sure what kept bringing him back to this BDSM Club. He guessed it was the girl that continued to infiltrate his thoughts. Besides, he was at a total loss when it came to his fiancée. Troy wondered if he could even call Diana that anymore. It had been four days since he’d stormed out of her apartment. He hadn’t talked to her since. So, as he watched the blonde on stage spread her legs and masturbate in rhythm to the sound of saxophones, he justified his impending behavior. Diana’s note said she cheated. If she left him, was this really cheating? His twitching cock didn’t need more permission.
    Upon arrival, he asked for Clinton. Another large tip and Clinton promised to have Troy’s requests quickly fulfilled. For now, Troy sat, ate, watched, and contemplated. Truthfully, he wasn’t hungry. Nevertheless, he assumed his leftovers could provide some club slut with her daily nutrients. It was his goodwill gesture for the day, besides the salty fries mixed well with the cold beer.
    Directly after his flight, Troy went to Diana’s apartment. It hadn’t changed since Saturday night. He wondered if the police should become involved. But, then he questioned the case and clues. Was there really evidence suggesting foul play? Or would the CPD confirm Troy’s fears: she left him willingly. Did he want to know?
    At least, he’d contacted Liam. He didn’t ask him about Diana, but did tell him he wanted to talk to him in person. They were supposed to meet later tonight at the sports bar, the one where Cindy works. Liam said he had some work, but hoped he could be there by ten. With multiple hours to spare, Troy decided he needed some diversion. Nicole fit the bill well.
    The pretty waitress kneeling before him brought Troy out of his inner trance. “Master Troy, Master Clinton sent me to you." Her body bowed as her lips touched his shiny leather loafers.
    “Rise and tell me your message." It wasn’t taking Troy long to figure out this master/slave stuff. Each interaction strengthened his affection for the new role. How could any man not get off with females submitting to his every whim?
    Lifting her head, she assumed the position he’d witnessed many times. Sitting on her bent legs, knees spread, chest out, and hands behind her back. The short skirt allowed full view of her glistening pussy. That was part of the rush. Troy marveled at the pleasure these females obtained from their role.
    “Master Clinton said that I am to take you to room fifteen. It is ready. But, first Master, I am to offer myself. You may use me as you like.”
    “Thank you, what is your name?”
    “Savannah.”
    “Thank you, Savannah, I may take that offer another time. Currently I am ready to go to room fifteen.”
    “Yes, Master." With that, she stood and waited for Troy to gather his jacket, take another sip of his beer, and follow her.
    Did she look disappointed? Troy reasoned that the night was young and the rooms were filling. Savannah would have many willing cocks to serve before she retired for the night, if she retired for the night. Didn’t Clinton say that was a possibility?
    Room fifteen was nicer than the average service room. It has an actual bed with clean sheets, not just a mattress on the floor. Of course, the bed was a four poster, perfect for binding a female. Per Troy’s instruction, the room was filled with loud music and his requested slut was tied, naked, and spread eagle on the bed. Her eyes were blindfolded but he decided against the gag, although Clinton offered some interesting designs.
    When he showed Troy the penis gag, even Clinton laughed at Troy’s response. “I think I want my cock to be the one she’s deep throating." Yes, Troy was getting good at this. He