The Dominants: Anthony, Perry, and Owen^^^

August 12, 2017

Opening night at The Playroom:

"I need to run a final check on the team before we open. With your permission." John adds the last sentence with a surly smile. He knows what he's doing by teasing me. I can't help but play along.

I move around my desk and walk directly to him. I hook my finger into the O ring in the middle of the gold band collar around his neck that bares my name. I pull him to my level "keep that up and you will find yourself gagged for the rest of the evening." I punctuate this statement with a forceful hot kiss. "Just think of what you may miss." I whispered against his lips before letting go of the ring.

He gives me a polite "yes lady" before he exited my office. I knew it was past time I got ready for the night so I need to get a move on. The last couple of months have been crazy. For first few weeks Sandy wanted John to spend time with Bull without the threat of Sandy or myself hanging around.

She said it would give him the time and space he needed get all the answers to the questions he had on his submission. While he had his bonding time with Bull, I spent my time with Katie and Donny. Donny was getting ready for boot camp, Katie and I were taking him to Fort Gordon when the time came. Needless to say that was a very emotional day for all of us.

I push those sad thoughts aside as I locked my office door so I will not be distributed while I get ready for tonight. Once I am in the private bathroom in my office, my mind wander back the the first training session I went through with John. Even with Sandy and Bull in the room it was still one of hottest thing I had ever done. And it has continued to get even hotter as the months have pasted.

I try to keep such hot thoughts at bay as I finish up with my shower. I love that I can get ready here instead of walking all the way to my private playroom. I step out of the shower, and make quick work of drying my self off.

On the back of the door of the bathroom hangs my out fit for the night. A black silk and lace corset with a red bow at the top between the cups, and a floor length black silk skirt. There are also a pair of black Jimmy Coo's six inch heels on one of the over stuffed chair in front of my desk. I don't relish the idea of wearing them tonight.

I ponder the thought of going barefoot as I use the full length mirror in the bathroom to do my blind tighten of the corset strings. I slip my black skirt on and look at the final results. The bottom of the skirt pools at my bare feet. The long split on the right side stops just shy of my hip. It reveals the enough of my black lace thong underwear for anyone who looks my way as I walk.

Satisfied with the whole look of my outfit I pull the hair tie from my hair. I watch the mirror as my long dark hair falls into soft curls. I am glad I took the time to wash it this morning. It has dried through out the day pulled back in a messy bun. This has resulted in lots of waves and curls. I decided to go light on my make up. I applied only a dark red lip stain, and black massacre.

Once done with all of this I walk barefoot back into the office. I pick up the shoes and return them to the walk in closet. I am just about to go unlock the door when there is a light knock. I open it to reveal the Wroth siblings. They are already dressed for the night.

"We came by to sign our DNRs, if that convenient for you, mistress?"Cassie asked respectfully. She has chosen a black mini skirt, and a shear black top. This top showcases her blood red lace bra. Her tight little body will gain her plenty of attention for the dominants tonight, I am sure.

"Come in." I lead them back to my desk. There is something just a bit off about the way Josiah hesitated at the door. He has on a pair of tight red leather pants with a black dress shirt that is unbuttoned all the way. He has rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. They have both followed the red and black theme of the night.

I pull out each of their files, and open them on the desk. Retrieving their NDRs I place them on the desk with a pen on top of each. I stand back as I watch them both sign. They have similar elegant hand writing, though Cassie's is just a bit more flamboyant.

"Well, I am off to play" Cassie looks over to her brother with a sad, but reassuring smile before she turns to go.

I watch Josiah as he sollows hard. His nervous about something. As his head mistress it is part of my job to find out what. "What the matter Jo?" I ask quitely.

He takes a big breath. "Ineedyouto pickmydomforthenight." HIs words rushes out a mile a minute.

I step around my desk and stand in front of him. I give him a moment to collect himself. "Calm down, there is no need for these nerves. You were right to come to me. You are a good boy for asking for help." I place my hand on the side of his handsome face. "I would be honored to help you find the right dom for your first night here."

There is a sudden hard knock at my office door. "Knell", I whispered, and Josiah gracefully goes to his knees at my feet. "Enter!" I call out.

As offices go, Sandy and myself wanted big space. We both have enough room to each have a full size couch and chairs. Big enough to entertain clients if need be. Along with all the other things that you would normally find in a office. But the moment Perry Ross walks into the room, it all seems like an extremely small space.

Perry is a six foot seven blonde male of Norwegian dissent. His cold blue, and golden tan skin make him a very handsome man. He raises a blonde brow at the site of Josiah at my feet.

His cold demeanor has earned him quite a reputation among the subs, but he is a totally different person when you get to know him. He winks at me as he makes his way to my desk. "Anthony, reminded that I have paperwork to sign." His deep no nonsense masculine voice has Josiah shuddering. Of course this reaction did not go unnoticed by the big dom.

I move to retreive his file and pull the paperwork he needs to go over. He took the things I handed him, with his trademark smrik. With him being one of the high powered lawyer in town I know that he will not fail to call me out if anything is out of order. He barely skims the papers before he sets pen to the paper to sign.

"Anthony also told me that he would be the first show of the opening tonight. His boys seamed very excited about being first." He pointed out as he handed me the papers back.

"Yes they are. I am looking forward to seeing them play." I answered as I put his files away.

"Pff, you will be to busy with that mountain of a boy of yours to look at any show tonight." His good natured laughter fills the space. "Who is this beauty, a extra playmate for you tonight? I never though you'd be so greedy. " He indicated Josiah, who is still on his knees.

"No, this is Josiah, he is in need of a understanding dom for the night. He normally plays with Sandy, but recently finds that he is craving a harsher touch. So he has come to me for guidance." I explained. "Perhaps you might be what he need for the night. Josiah please greet Master Perry." Both Perry and Josiah swing both ways, and they are both very serious about BDSM. Perry is a strict but fair dominant with a reputation of being very understanding. Josiah will be in good hands with Perry.

Josiah wasted no time in looking up briefly to say a polite hello to Perry before he looks down again with a slight blush on his cheeks. Perry immediately bring Josiah's face back up. "Would you like to play with me?" He asked wide eyed Josiah. The poor boy can only nod silently at the impressive blonde. I make Perry aware of Josiah's hard and soft limits before they head off to the dungeon for the night.

The pulsating beat of the dungeon's sound system is the first thing that greeted me as I walk through the door of the back entry way. There is already a good size crowd in the room. Many eyes follow my progress as I make my way to the section of club where I have chosen to sit.

Sandy wanted to have a raised vip area on her side of the club where she rule over the entire place. I on the other hand did not feel need to placed myself above everyone else in the room.

There is a cruved red leather couch tucked away in in the corrnor of the room just to right of the stage area. With a low round coffee table in front of it. There is large beautiful painting hanging over one side of the corner framed in a gold. The painting is a creation of one of the submissives. It was a gift to me from him after a very intense scene.

By the time I arived Perry already has Josiah kneeling at his feet. Josiah body seams quite relaxed, on the cushion between the big lawyer's legs.

Owen Lackart who was sitting next them stands as I walk up. The man was a true work of art. He, despite his age of 65, he is very fit. He has large thick arms, a wide chest full of hard muscles, long legs that are now covered in black dress pants that are straining to contain his muscular thighs. He has a head full of beautiful silver hair.

During the rentavations of our new club I have grown quite fond of Owen. The two of us have gotten quite close. We found that we share the same taste in the art of bondage. He loves shibari, and had me teach him all the knots I knew. He was the one to suggest the trees as the back drop for the main stage.

He told me the story behind 'the hanging tree' that we made on the stage. A Rowen and a Hawthron tree are grown interwoven together. Lovers would tie strips of cloths or ribbons to the branches to represent each other. Then they would tie the lose ends together to wish for a long happy life with one another. I loved the idea so much, John and myself were the first two to tie our lives together on the rope tree that is now on the stage.

"There's my bonnie lass!" Owen voice booms over the beat of the music. I quickly make my way to him. He greets me with a kiss for each cheek of my face. He reminds me so much of my father sometimes.

"Is everything set for Anthony?" I ask as I look to the stage. There are now two St Andrews crosses on stage. Along with a table with several canes and whip on it.

"Aye, I dinnae want his crabbit aimed at me. I made sure it was just as he ordered." He chuckled. We have all grown quite use to his scottish language.

"So true none of us want to be on the receiving end of Anthony's hot headed ways." Perry cheers from his sit on the couch as he runs his fingers through Josiah's hair.

"Where is that wee bairn of your?" Owen asked as he escorts me over to the couch.

"He should be here soon. You know Bull and John have a team of security men to look after now." I find it funny that Owen calls John my small baby. "Are you looking forward to the show?"

"It is just good to see this place open and full of life." He answered. There is always this slitely sad look in his eyes. Owen has always been a private person when it comes to his love life. He has never been ashamed if being gay. It just I have rarely seen the playmates he takes to his private room. Sandy said it had something to do with his father and the way he grew up under scottish gay laws. I have always respectfully minded my own business. If Owen wanted me to know the whole story he would explain.

I began to look for John every time the doors swing open as more people come into the room. He is cutting it very close to show time. I am starting to worry a bit that he's had trouble with the front door crowd.

He soon enters through the back entrance. His hair is wet and dripping on his bare sholders. It is obvious he has just stepped out of the shower. I suspect that he has been enjoying the new sub's locker room with the rest of the crowd. When he is finally in front of me he immediately goes to his knees at my feet.

This simple action that sets my blood racing through my system. I reached out and grabbed his face and tilt it up so I can kiss his lips. I may have let to much of my relief at seeing him leak into the kiss. He surged to his feet while one of his arms snake around my waist the other under my ass he lifts me up with him.

"Is something bothering you? Did someone approach you?" He asked as he carried me over to the couch and sat down. He made sure I was settled straddling his lap.

Of all the ways he let's me rule over him, submits to me, and gives me free reign over his body. This is the one thing I would never change about him. The way he feels the need to protect me, and keep me safe. I love the feeling of being cherished again.

"You were late, I was worried about you" I tell him, as I kiss his lips again. This time I make sure to put enough lust onto the kiss to let him I am fine.

"Get a room!" Anthony's voice breaks into our moment. I glare at him as he sits down, to the right of Owen, closest to the stage.

With him are his two beautiful boys. Though they share no direct blood lines they look like twins. Tony and Dave have long black hair, dark eyes, and similar body types. Anthony met the two at a fashion show he had put together for a local designer. When Anthony got word about the club he made sure that his boys and himself were trained in BBSM. Needless to say the boys were collared the moment the final papers were signed.

Instead of having the boys kneel Anthony brings them both into his lap. Tony on his right leg and Dave on his left. They both hide their faces in the sides of Anthony's neck. Anthony himself closes his eyes and rubs their backs.

I know he wants to focus all his attention on the boys and make sure they stay calm before the show. So I refram from teasing him on his rudeness, and turn my focus on the impressive hard on that is now deliciously pressed against my core.

"Do you have a problem baby?" I whispered against John's ear. A full body shutter is the only answer I get after I roll my hips against him to get some much needed friction.

Owen who is sitting on my right leans in to tell me quitely "lights are dimming" I know that's it's time to start the show. I nod to him, and peck John's lips once more before standing.

I move over to Anthony, and gently touch his arm that is around Dave. "It's time" I tell him once his eyes open to look at me. He gives me a brief nod and whispered something to his boys. They all stand and move to the stage.

The room gets quite as I take center stage. "Good evening, and welcome to the dungeons of The Playroom. For our opening we have a special treat. Master Anthony and his boys will give all of you a demonstration in edging. I hope you all enjoy yourselfs."

I give the boys a quick kiss on their forheads for luck before I move back to the couch where John is waiting. Perry has moved to the far left of the couch for a better view of the stage. Josiah is now on Perry's lap with his back to Perry's chest. Owen has moved down a bit as well. John is still waiting in the same spot for me.

He takes my outstretched hand and I lead him to the open space that Owen and Perry have left for me. John sits down and I settle myself on his lap. We all watch as Anthony leads his boys to the crosses on the stage.

He leaves Dave on the right cross and Tony to the left. He returned to the center of the stage. "Strip!" He comanded

Without hesitation they both shead their tiny boy shorts, and shoes. Anthony moves to Dave and has him turn to face the cross so he can braid Dave's long hair he does the same with Tony hair. Making sure that both boys braided hair was over their sholders and out of the way he immediately started restraining them to the crosses.

Their bare backs are now fully exposed to him. Anthony goes to the table that holds the equipment he had brought out from his own playroom. He picks up a cane in each hand. "Tell me you safe words." He stand tall and swings the canes through the air.

"Honesty for slow down and Trust for stop, Master" they both say simultaneously.

His pleased smile can barely be contained as he begans the first light strokes. I take a quick peek at John from the corner of my eye. He is lost in the scene before him. If someone had told me before, that John would love the pain of being flogged or caned I would have laughed in there faces.

It is a slow building thing to watch Anthony cane the boys. They both moan and writhed as he continued to edge them. Once their backs and thighs are a glorious shade of pink.

I take the small break as Anthony puts down the canes to change over to the whip, to straddle John lap again. John and I have done alot in the past few months, but there is more we need to explore. The public scene on stage is the one thing John is still nervous about. I will take this opportunity to bring him one step closer.

"Keep your eyes on the stage." I whispered to him as I begin to trail gentle kisses along his neck. I let my hands slide from his shoulders, across his tone pecks. I followed the same path with my lips. With our bodies pressed together in this position it hides what is happening between us from the crowd.

I distract John with a deep kiss my as hands slip to the zipper of his leather pants down. I take his hot shaft in my hand and give him a slow teasing stroke.

Anthony takes up the whip, and turns back to the boys. It seems the whole room is holding breath as he flicks the whip against Dave's ass. The boy throws his head back and moaned loudly. The next strike lands on Tony with the same effect. This continues until both boys are a begging for their release.

"Your not allowed to cum until. Anthony says the word cum. Do you understand baby?" I ask John. He only nods, and I can tell he is close. His entire boby is straining with effort of holding off on his release.

I stroke John's hard cock every time the whip connects with the boys on stage. This is easy with the amount of pre-cum that John is leaking. Anthony picks up his pace with the whip as I match him with my strokes.

Something in the way the boys on stage began to begs changes and Anthony dropped the whip. "Cum!" He shouted. They both come at the same time. John's whole boby tenses up, and he fills my hand with his cum.

Anthony immediately goes to Dave and untied him while another dom helps to free Tony. The hole scene has been a intense, and a draining for the boys. They are carried off stage and taken to Anthony's playroom for the he to administrator the after care.

John is now breathing hard as he try to come down from his first hand job in public. The smile on his face tells me he not as nervous as he once was.

Time for the next step...sex in public.