Highest Bidder Collection - Lauren Landish Page 0,92

security and constant monitoring.

The members, both male and female Dominants, go through extensive training before being allowed to engage in any activity, but accidents are bound to happen. And sometimes they aren’t accidents, no matter how strict our acceptance policies are. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had any issues that required serious attention. But a lot of these members are new to the scene, and with inexperience comes errors.

Errors like Submissives who forget to safe word, and Dominants who don’t recognize the signs that their partner isn’t alright. They get caught up in the moment, and trust that their Submissive will safe word.

Ninety percent of the time when we intervene it’s for those reasons--miscommunication and misguided trust.

I fucking hate safe words for that very reason. A good Dominant should know when enough is enough. But a lot of the people here are new; they’re still learning, pushing each other’s limits. More than half of the relationships are new or knowingly temporary.

Mistakes are inevitable. Still, it's my job to make sure they happen as infrequently as possible.

Security lines each doorway in the club, and I personally trained all of them. Protecting the members is number one on our priority list and for that reason, privacy is an illusion at Club X.

By that I mean there’s a reason these men and women play here. The atmosphere that’s created is intoxicating and alluring, but it’s more than that, they’re safe here. Whether or not a Sub or Slave trusts their Dom or Master, we’re here to ensure they’ll be okay. We provide a sense of safety that’s needed for many of these women to let their guard down and completely immerse themselves in the lifestyle.

When a couple exits the club, there must truly be trust between them… except for the auctions. Those are a different beast entirely.

A chill washes through me in a slow wave at the thought of the auction. It’s rare that the buyer and buyee don’t know one another intimately already. But on occasion, it happens. Just like it happened last week with Lucian and his new Submissive. The reminder heats my blood.

Yet another D/s. I clench my jaw absently, my eyes moving from one screen to the next. I’ve been to the last six auctions. Although I work here, and workers aren’t normally allowed to partake in the scene, I’ve dabbled in play. Madam Lynn turns a blind eye so long as I’m discreet. One of the perks of helping to mold the club and shape it into what it is today.

I sit up straighter in my seat, repositioning myself and keeping my mind from wandering to the dark corners of my mind where my depraved fantasies lie. I’m working, and now is no time for me to unleash my desires. There’s no one here to fulfill them anyway. I've gotten used to it over the past year.

I watch a monitor on my far left as Dominic’s attention strays from the large carved maple doors of the front entrance out to the dining hall. He’s one of the bouncers at the club, and looks like he was built to work in security. He can’t see much of what’s going on in the dining hall, but the thick red curtains are pulled back and several girls are on the stage. This isn’t any typical club. And it sure as hell isn’t a strip club, although some of the men and women do enjoy exotic dancing during theme nights. The reason the women are lined up on the stage is so they can be trained. Regardless, the sight of beautiful women displayed and chatting captures Dominic’s attention.

Some of the Submissives are collared, their Dominants giving them permission to learn while they sit patiently in the audience or accompany them onto the stage to do the training themselves. The uncollared Submissives are mostly unattended. One has a suitor, but he’s merely watching from the audience.

Being collared is a serious commitment. Only a minority of the couples within the club are collared. Several have paired off and continue their play exclusively, but without a collar the commitment has yet to be made and the Submissive is not off-limits. It’s not an offense to not be given a collar, it’s simply something that isn’t rushed into. There's a sense of respect and commitment surrounding the process, and every Dominant or Master has their own way of going about it.

I’ve never had the honor of giving out a collar. None of the handful