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The Dark

Dear Pheonix,

It has been a long time since we spoke. I respected your wishes and stayed away. I heard that she passed. I am deeply sorry for your loss. To be honest I am happy she is gone. Now you are free to step out of the cage you put yourself in.

This letter was not meant to make you upset. On the contrary. I am writing to you because I know you can help me and in return, it will help you, I think. I opened a club called The Dark. It’s for our type of people.

You might want to deny who you are, but you know deep down who you are and what brings that fire in your blood. This new want-to-be Dom’s needs guidance and your name still holds respect. What do you think?

I have sent a plane ticket and set up a place for you to stay. All I need from you is a yes.

Yours eternally.


Morning 9:18 am

I read this letter since it arrived last week. Kazir is a name from the past I left and buried. I lifted my coffee to my lips remembering what happened to make me leave.

I remember it was a warm night in Philadelphia. Mazy and I wanted to blow off steam from studying for the bar exam. Mazy wanted to be a public defender and I wanted to go into divorce law. I thought it would be interesting to see how the law would figure out who was in the right and award them the right to go their separate way.

“Nannette let’s go to the Gord,” Maze said with excitement.

“The Gord. No, we are not going there.”

“Why are you scared? Or are you scared?”

“Okay first you are studying to be a lawyer so please use more words than that .”

“Fine The Gord is a place where you can be who you are, and no one will care Nan.”

I looked at her remembering when she walked in on me with Brenda and Jules her boyfriend.

“So, you like kinky stuff. I don’t care. Let’s just go and have fun.”

I thought to myself, ‘Since when is being with two people considered kink?’

“That is not kink. That is Bi and that’s it. We still do normal things.”

Maze gave me a look that said everything. How was that possible?

“Fine then you stay, and I will go by myself because I am not scared to be scared.” She laughed and started to call for an Uber.

I reluctantly went and after that night I became a regular. I even went by myself. Then I ventured downstairs of the  Gord. That was where certain people could watch a scene play out. I had never seen one, so I had a couple of swallows for courage and went down.

There were seats arranged in a circle and a man on his knees in the center of the room. He had no shirt on and a black thong. His body was nice to look at. Not the gym kind of nice. Then, I work at an office that is kind of nice. The kind that had muscle, but a little sweetness added too.

Then another man came in wearing leather pants and black boots that made noise when he walked.

“This is my sub, and he has crossed my line today. He knows once you cross my line there is a punishment that must be dealt with.”

“Am I right? Speak.”

“Yes, Master.”

Master? He called another man master. My heart was pounding at what I was witnessing. The more he made him do the more turned on the sub became. I almost came so hard watching him use the flogger so expertly, leaving a delicious mark on his skin. I gripped the seat I was on tight not wanting to slide off.

“You like what you see?” an accented voice said next to me.

I was so entranced I just nodded.

“Which part?”

“You see the lines he put on his skin. That’s a skill.” I whispered.

The man laughed. “You like to be in control.”

I did not answer.

“Have you ever tried?”

“I can’t. I would hurt someone.”

“You start off slow, then build up. Do you want to try?”

I laughed nervously. This was crazy I needed to go home.

“No, I should go.”

“How about this? Come tomorrow at twelve. No one is here but the staff and you can try it out.”

“Your staff?”


Now all this time I have not looked at his face. I turned and I saw a man wearing a white shirt and black pants and black shoes that shined even in the dark. His hair was as black as his shoes and had an olive complexion.

Thick manicured eyebrows, straight nose, high cheekbones, and an elongated gote. Men do not wear that style anymore. But it did wonders to emphasize his lips.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, the offer stands. I will be here tomorrow.”

I stood up and turned around to leave. I felt his hand hold mine and I stopped.

“I need a name to call you. Just in case.”

I worried my lip with my teeth and said, “Phoenix.”

Then I left.

I felt compelled to go back. He was good to his word, and we went downstairs to where they enact scenes.

“Now phoenix what you have to remember is you have control. With this control, you have to be able to instinctively know when your sub is in a state that is called subspace. They are flooded with so many endorphins that they are not fully aware. Once the rush starts coming down it is your job to take care of the sub.”

He went on to tell me about the toys that could be used and the limits that subs may have. This is when a dom should respect and not cross that line.

After a half an hour of talking. He began to unbutton his shirt and my mouth dropped open.

“Why are you surprised? I told you that you can try it out.”

“No, no I can’t.”

The door opened and the man from last night entered with his shirt on and he sported a big smile.

“Hey, you must be Phoenix. Kazir asked me to come by and help you out.”

His southern drawl made me smile and relax a bit. That was the night when Phoenix came out and played

    What do you think?


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    1. We need to know/read more about the “Blazing Phoenix” !
      Where is “The Dark” ?
      who goes there ?
      What happens?
      Do i really want to know???

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