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conflicted and miserable. The idea of not having to be in control was appealing and sexy to me. I had thought of submitting to a Master numerous times in the past, but no man I met seemed worthy of my submission. Trent was different though. He was strong mentally. A true warrior. If I gave in to him, he could care for me.
    “Say it, Dresden.”
    “I want…”
    “Say it.”
    “I want to be your slave.”
    “Why Dresden?”
    “I want you in control.” The words slipped out. I felt relief. Trent slid his cock into my pussy from behind. I felt whole and complete. The pleasure numbed my back where I knew welts had formed from the whip.
    I became Trent’s slave and I called him Master. The word felt strange in my mouth, but it was also liberating. Our moments were special. I felt my wounds from the past were healing. I felt less angry. With every punishment and degradation I was getting healed.
    After two months of being a slave to Trent, I received a note at my apartment on thick blue paper. The note read:
     
    Your appearance is requested at The Darkest Pit on September 10th. Wear red. Make yourself beautiful. You will be meeting my other slaves.
                  I ripped up the note.
                  “Other slaves?!” I yelled. I was furious. I began plotting my revenge.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

The Darkest Pit
                 
     
    Megan:
     
                  It took me hours to get dressed. I went to the salon, had a manicure, a pedicure and got waxed. I chose a black bandage dress and Manolo Blahnik heels. My nails were bright blue. I felt beautiful. I was excited to meet the other slaves. A limo came to pick me up at 8 PM on September 10th. When the car pulled up outside a building with a door with no numbers or lettering, a tall red-haired woman emerged. The chauffeur opened my door and the red-haired woman greeted me.
                  “Megan?”
                  “Yes.”
                  “Wonderful. I’m Sinister Light. Follow me. The others are waiting.”
                  She led me through beautiful and ornate rooms. There were several men sitting at a long bar and exceptional looking women standing in groups, chatting. I got several curious glances.
                  Sinister Light knocked lightly on a door and then opened it. The room was full of French antiques. The walls were papered in white and red velvet. The room felt luxurious. Sitting primly in white was a brunette woman with large, round breasts. There was also a woman reclined on a chaise lounge sipping champagne. She was honey blonde, with fine features and a pert nose. She was pretty without being beautiful. She looked imperious. She was wearing a strapless red dress.
                  “Ladies, this is Megan. Megan meet Carice and Dresden. Trent will be with you shortly.”
                  “Tell him to hurry up.” Dresden sounded angry.
                  Sinister Light nodded in her direction, but then left the room without a word.
                  “How long have you two been waiting?” I didn’t know what else to say.
                  “Too long,” sneered Dresden.
                  “Not long,” said Carice.
                  “So are we supposed to get to know each other?”
                  “For what purpose?” asked Dresden. “Trent’s just fucking with us.”
                  Carice sighed. “Master would not do that.”
                  “Do you know what this place is?” I asked.
                  “It’s called The Darkest Pit. It’s a BDSM club.” Carice’s voice was soft.
                  “Like a dungeon?”
                  “Yes,” said Carice. “Exactly like that.”
                  “So you’ve been