MY Possessive Mafia Men

Chapter 1: The Pleasure Palace

Angelia

"Hey, girl. Get your ass over here!" My manager at the restaurant where I work yelled from the counter. He is a bit bossy but sometimes he is also sweet.

It was summer break, so I have been doing morning shifts from Monday to Friday instead of my original shifts being on weekends. The money I have been earning here has been of great help for me. I came from a middle class family, my parents weren't buoyant enough but they never allowed me to lack anything I needed to see myself through the university and I really appreciate them for that.

But I needed more money, I needed money to fulfill my fantasy. I needed to get a membership card to one of the sex clubs in the city. I have always dreamt about being a submissive but living in my remote village with my parents never gave me the opportunity to do so. But now that I have come into the big city to further my education, the opportunity is lurking around and I am going to try one out tonight. I can't wait for my shift to end, just the name of the club got my panties all soaked out.

For the first time in my life, I was pushing myself out of my comfort zone. My heart was beating like crazy both from excitement and nervousness. I was on my own, had told no one about this and I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing as I stared ahead of me. The door in front looked dark and ominous but I knew exactly what was behind it, hot and delicious danger.

My skin was clammy under the coat, the only outward signs of my nerves and I stood straight and proud but on the inside, I was a wreck. I couldn't believe I was doing this, it is not too late to turn around as I hadn't entered yet. But I knew I wouldn't, this was something I had wanted to do for a long time.

Having lived all my life in a remote village in Abakaliki, I hadn't had the opportunity to do this until now. Well, that might not be entirely accurate, I moved to Asaba two years as a transfer student but it was only now that I had worked up the nerves to come here. Most of the time, I was a pussy and I could admit to that much. I had never been the go-getter, do-what-l-want, fuck everyone's opinion and fuck the consequences kind of a girl. They never stand out, calm and quiet and never push myself kind of a girl, yes that was definitely more of me.

But right now, although I was saying fuck it in bold letters and I am proud of it. The bouncer looked at me, no doubt wondering if I was going to go in or not. Probably, it is time to move my ass along, I had been standing here for far too long. As I took a step forward, one of them stopped me with his hand.

"Your identity card." He said and I took out my student ID, making sure to give it to him with a steady hand. I didn't want them to find out how nervous I was. A minute later, he gave me the card back.

"Did you follow the dress code?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yes, I did."

It has been tough to decide what to wear but at the last minute, I found an outfit I had gotten as a gag present from a friend. She probably didn't envision me using it for this purpose.

"I need to confirm it." The bouncer said, nodding at my body covered in a long coat.

Gosh, I wasn't prepared to let go of my cover so soon. With my shoulders poised, I unbuttoned my coat, slowly revealing the red lingerie underneath until it was all out in the open. The corset was tight, like a second skin and showcasing my hourglass figure with respectively large breasts and ass and a smaller waist. A garter belt pulled the attention to my slightly big thighs, the open toes stilettos made my legs look longer and more sensuous.

The man was polite, only taking a quick look before turning to open the door for me. I didn't know if I was disappointed or not when I walked away from them. Wasn't I beautiful enough for a second glance? But then again, I was sure they were used to seeing a girl's body and it was a part of their job not to freak out both current and possible members.

It felt forbidden to cross the threshold into the club, it was as if I was entering a new world and in actual sense, I was. I could hear the slow beat of music, seductive and provocative over the murmur of people talking. My heart was beating a mile a minute but still, I didn't let it show.

'I am a confident, sexy woman who takes control over my desire.' If I told myself that enough time, maybe I would begin to believe it.

Since I first started my sexual awakening, I had been timid and unsure and definitely not confident. I was more like an awkward girl who didn't know what to do, with zero boyfriend and only drunk hookups. I struggled with being comfortable to let go enough to enjoy myself. But now is my time to seek out what I found thrilling and something I had fantasized about from the time I knew I wanted something more than vanilla sex. Which is why I now found myself at a bdsm Den, even with the tension, I still felt tingles of excitement. My curiosity overruled any nervousness I might have had.

"Welcome to The Pleasure Palace." A beautiful brunette with a tall and slim figure said from behind a desk just by the entrance.

"Hi, I heard you had an open house today?" I asked, mentally cursing my shaky voice. She looked me up and down and judgment was clear in her eyes.

"Yes, we do. I will take the jacket from you and show you to one of the hosts for tonight. The person will show you around and answer any questions you might have. Oh, and I will need your phone as well, we value our members privacy and we don't accept pictures or videos being taken. This is just a safety precaution." I nodded to her words.

I let go of my coat reluctantly, suddenly feeling naked standing in only underwear and heels. Goosebumps appeared along my body from the abrupt chill. I had an urge to put my hands over my breasts even though I wasn't actually showing anything and needed to physically force my hands to stay by my side. The lady turned to me immediately as she finished hanging up my coat.

"Okay then, follow me."

She led me down the stairs and through a walkway. The music grew louder with each step I took and with it, my heart raced even faster.

'Was I really doing this.? I thought as I followed the beautiful lady and I couldn't believe it. It felt like a dream as my heels clicked to the rhythm of my steps, it was the only sound I made.

The walkway wasn't that and it was sparse of any furniture, although it did have some intriguing pictures on the wall and at the end of the hall was another door. This one is made of the same dark oak as the one to the entrance. As she knocked twice, I had to lock my knees to keep them from shaking.

This is it, the first time I would see with my own eyes what a real Bdsm club looks like.