Marc's POV

"See how God doesn't like ugly as Mel would say. Not only did you scare the bejesus out of my woman, yours just ripped you a new one," I said taking a sip of my cognac.

Ian laughed. "I don't mine. My wife is preparing for my arrival and punishment, I can't wait."

"I still can't believe you asked Dommi to take Melanie to The Underground," Nico said.

"Are you sure she can handle it?" Vlad asked in his Russian accent. "The Underground is not for the faint of heart."

"Knowing my girl when she gets over the initial shock, she will prevail."

"Want to wager?" Ian asked with that sly grin on his face.

"Absolutely."

"If I win I want that Audemars Piguet watch you have on your arm."

"I love this watch. I won this at Christie's Auction House in New York. Only a selected few can be seen wearing this."

"Floyd Mayweather and Arnold Schwarzenegger are the two that come to mind," Jacob said coming to sit next to me.

"See it's a single man's watch. Ten carats of diamonds trimmed in platinum it's like having a one of a kind. It brought the golddiggers out for sure last night," Vlad said. "We lucky we didn't get robbed. Although it puts my Patek Philippe to shame," he said glancing at his watch.

"Fine. If I win I want twenty acres of Wonderland on the Southside, premium beachfront."

"That's one of the best sunsets on the island Marc. Ask for something else."

"No. That should be closely equivalent to the watch. I know that southern tip is prime real estate. Melanie loved it there and I think it would be a great investment for later on."

"I can get the contractors on it in a moment's notice," Jacob said putting his two cents in. "My friend's Derek and Nicole Anderson would have it built and ready in six to eight months. Just say the word."

"Ian what do you say?"

"I had plans for that land. A nice oceanfront spa."

"I got this watch for six hundred thousand. Even if you built a spa it would take you at least two or three years to recoup that. The watch is instantly worth at least one point nine. Instant equity."

Ian shook his head. "All I have to say is polish up the watch, but on one condition."

"Ian don't go changing the deal."

"I'm not, just hear me out."

"What?"

"You're the submissive but no sex. A true Domme does not have to have sex but she must give you pleasure. She has to learn to be creative. An orgasm or two but no penetration. "

"That was a given my brother, but I get to reveal myself at the end. It will be hard with no penetrative sex, but I can do it. There is another obstacle I have is that I have a tattoo of her name on my body so she will know right away."

"I can solve that," Vlad said going to his black bag. "Dermablend. It will cover it up."

"Cool."

"Since The Underground has masquerade tonight, we will be in costumes. Melanie won't recognize us but our counterparts will. You will already be in the Dungeon when she arrives. Dommi will instruct and if Melanie runs out, the bet is complete and payment will be due. If she starts and doesn't finish, the bet is complete and I want my watch."

"Well as soon has Mel completes her task, I want the deed to the land in forty-eight hours. Whatever is on the property remains and any mineral rights are mine."

"There is a lighthouse, a boat house and a small fishing lake on the property I think."

"Even better."

"When Dommi takes Mel on the guided tour, Vlad and Nico will put on their collars and wait for Dommi's instructions. People are always fascinated and get a kick out of it when you two do that. Tonight you will perform for your Mistress my good brothers. I want it dark and sensual. You will use the playroom exhibition room except no nudity."

They both nodded in acceptance.

"Jacob will do the sacrificial princess and evil king play with Cadence, while Mona takes on her Domme Monet persona which she will dish out her own punishment for me."

That smirk was back on his face. I needed to get less devious friends.

"I think it's a good introduction in the lifestyle...a crash course I would say, why not let her get a taste of the good life. Tonight should tell you everything you need to know," Jacob said.

"Dommi was calling Angel and Cassie to help," Nico chimed in.

"For what?" I asked. Angel H. was not only a business associate of mine but a Dom. I didn't have any beef with him but he was very possessive of Yana.

Mistress Cassie was a hardcore Domme. She was more into torture and boot licking. Her slave Rove liked to be whipped, stepped on and chained.

"Dommi wants Melanie to get the full experience including the sub and slave side."

"Don't worry neither Yana or Rove will touch Melanie unless she gives them permission," Nico said winking.

"I can't see my Melanie doing that. She may be adventurous but another woman or man touching her she won't stand for it."

"After a few drinks she could loosen up, watch a few scenes and then for one night only a new production of  The Melanie Show could play. There you have it gentlemen the ultimate seduction," Ian said taking a shot.

"She won't play along with Yana and Rove."

"You feel very strongly about that."

"Melanie is still in the infancy stage, she's still scared."

"Cadence was too but slowly she's definitely more comfortable but it took years. As she told me one night that some black women are not as open about exploring and loving their bodies. It's almost like a sin for them as our society dictates what is beautiful and not."

"Mona was the same way when we first met. Taking her to Wonderland not only piqued her curiosities but she learned what her deepest and darkest desires were."

"And let me guess you were willing to teach her," I said snickering.

"Of course I was. She could walk away at anytime but she chose to stay and boy did we have some fun."

"Yeah the shock didn't come until you became her boss," Vlad said chuckling.

"True but it opened up unlimited possibilities."

"Still Melanie won't do it. I'm the only one that can get her juices flowing."

"Possessive are we? Are you scared another touch will seal her fate?" Jacob asked.

"Not at all because no one can come close to giving her what she needs, wants or desires."

"Spoken like a true Dom," Ian said.

"Well he did learn from the best," Jacob said taking a drink. His phone beeped and he looked down smiling.

"What are you smiling for?"

"Oh nothing."

"I wonder if Cecilia will be there," Vlad asked.

"I wouldn't doubt it. She's a foreplay pro. Give C permission to entice Mel and see if she falls for the bait."

"I'm telling you Mel won't do it."

"Wow you are so sure. Did you hypnotize her?"

"No but she knows. Hypnotized I could definitely say that about your women," I said holding up my glass.

Everyone laughed and agreed.

"They actually hold all the cards," Ian said. Everyone laughed again.

"Were we not taught, it's not about the sex but the conquest. The fun comes from strategizing, being able to conquer and fulfillment plus winner takes all," Jacob said.

"You watch way too many pirate movies," Nico said.

"Actually Cadence likes playing the damsel and she does a fantastic job. My baby is good like that."

"I really need some normal friends."

"That would make for a boring life my man. Look, most guys could only dream of living our lives. We have all been blessed to find the woman of our dreams," Nico blurted out.

"In the words of P. Diddy we got money, power, women that adore us and a unbreakable brotherhood. I think we should toast to that," Nico said pouring drinks.

"I agree. I wouldn't trade you eggheads for nothing. Cheers," Ian said holding up his glass and we all took a sip.

"So let me get this straight. You all will pretend to be someone else but your women will know who you are. Each one will play a role as Dommi teaches Mel. Once she let's Mel go for hands on, she will come in the room where I will be tied up and she will take over."

"By gosh I think he's got it," Jacob said laughing.

"Well there's nothing left to do but shake on it," Nico said.

"What about his hand?" Vlad asked in a worry. "She knows that he injured it."

"Can't you do something?" Ian asked.

"The cut is still fresh but he could use leather gloves just don't pop the stitches."

"Then it's done."

Ian and I shook on it.

Jacob shook his head. "This is about to get real interesting."

Melanie's POV

I had just showered and Yana was preparing my outfit. Some strange lady with scrubs on was standing near a makeshift portable table.

"Who are you?" I asked tying my robe up tighter.

"This is Inga. She will prepare your body for a Brazilian wax tonight."

"Say what?"

"She will wax the parts that need to be manicured."

"Oh hell no. My bush is trimmed and ready to go."

"Mistress it's more than that."

"Inga your services are not needed. Thanks for coming let me write you a check I got waxed a few weeks ago."

"Melanie you wanted to learn and she's staying," Dommi said walking in. She was in red skintight leather pants and a black and red bustier. With her hands on hips standing in what seemed to be nine inch heels, her hair was in a sleek ponytail. Her makeup was flawless and she had on French 14K chocolate brown gold three stone sapphire ring with the matching necklace and earrings.

"Look we don't have a lot of time. If you're a waxee then this won't hurt. I swear Inga is the best so you will feel little pain as possible. She's a pro."

"Marc hasn't complained before," I said crossing my arms.

"You're a baby...a wimp...mauviette."

"That last word sounded real mean."

"It meant softie, wuss, wimp. Je pensais que vous étiez beaucoup de choses, mais je ne t'ai pas traité de mauviette."

"You don't have to be so mean."

"Then get your narrow ass on the table Melanie before I punish you." She stood in this stance and her greenish eyes flashed devilment. I swallowed hard along with my pride and got on the table.

"Call me when she's done." Inga nodded and Dommi walked out the room.

"Mistress here take two Aleve, it will help with the pain and possible headache. Would you like me to hold your hand?"

"Look you don't have to do this."

"It is my honor. Master Xavier and Lady G are sacred figures in the society. It is an honor to be of service to you."

"Thank you."

Forty minutes later with dried up tear ducts, deep nail indentions and a all too sensitive nunu, I was ready for my Marcelin to bust down the door and rescue me from these heartless, hairless bitches. I wish I had a whip because I would use it on myself for letting them talk me into this plus letting Inga torture me. Marc needed less scary friends.

I will admit I was smooth as a baby's bottom, I was hairless front to back, literally bushy free and my little butterfly tattoo was ready for flight. I looked different so I hoped Marc would eventually like it once he got back.

I stood in front of the long mirror. Dommi was calling out instructions for hair and makeup to three other ladies. Where did these people come from! Did Dommi have them packed in a suitcase I didn't know about? Who knew this would take so much time? Preparation for being this alter ego was time consuming but somehow I knew with Dommi at the reigns it would all come together.

Finishing up my mani/pedi Yana started on my hair. With her brushing and combing it I felt like a little girl. I just hope Ms. Evie didn't rip me a new one. No outsider touched my hair but her. She had noticed someone had been in it when Marc had hired someone to do it for Valentine's Day and she was pissed.

"When your hair is finished, the others will return to do makeup and finishing touches before Mistress Dominique gives her final approval."

"Yana do you mind if we talk? I've read up on this, I've asked Dommi questions but I want to get your side of the lifestyle."

"I'm honored that you are asking. Most new Dom or Dommes assume and sometimes don't ask. When things don't work out they either quit or start all over, so ask away."

"So you are a submissive or a slave? Is this your full time job?"

"No Mistress. I am a submissive. I could never be a slave. I can come and go as I please and I still have my freedoms unlike a slave. I am a professor of biochemistry at LSU during the day but I am also Master Angel's submissive."

"Can you tell me about him?"

"Let's see. He's very smart, handsome, caring and compassionate."

"Is he rich?"

"If you mean like Mistress Dommi and her companions no. He's a chef and he owns a restaurant here, New York and on the island. He is getting ready to open another one in Los Angeles so maybe one day. To be honest I hope he doesn't because I like life the way it is."

"How does he treat you?"

"Very well. We have been together for two years thanks to Mistress Dommi."

"What did she do?"

"Master Angel lost his wife about five years ago. About four years ago he ventured into the lifestyle. I was in Wonderland on vacation when some friends and I decided to visit Mistress Dommi's boutique. Master Angel was training under Master Vlad at the time. They both came to get Mistress and I was trying on one of her gowns. He saw me in it which was way out of my price range and he immediately bought it for me." I could see a sparkle in her eyes.

"He's from New York but later he moved here and we have been together ever since."

"You seem happy."

"I am. Master Angel just proposed to me a month ago."

"So what will you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Will you continue on after you're married?"

"That's when the fun begins."

"So do you sleep with others?"

She took a deep breath. "No but I do get to play when it's requested. I am not allowed to give sex unless it's with my Dom. I can receive only if he approves of it but it's very rare."

"Does he punish you?"

"When I'm bad or when I don't listen to his instructions."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Sometimes but there's nothing like Master Angel's punishment that he gives to me because I know at the end he still loves me."

"Sounds like a twisted version of a romance novel."

She laughed. "What we mean to each other is my greatest romance novel."

"Do people judge you or your relationship?"

"What we do behind closed doors is ours. I live my life like a normal person. I don't wear anything accept my choker."

It wasn't as fancy as mine or Dommi's but showing me she was proud. The gold chain had a small diamond dangling from it.

"It's very pretty Yana."

"Thank you."

"I'm just trying the grasp the concept of this whole different lifestyle. It's just so much to remember."

"The best way I can explain it is that you and your lover are two puzzle pieces surrounded by unclaimed pieces. Once you are put together the world seems perfect."

"I've never done this before and frankly I'm not sure if I can Yana. Marc isn't here and I don't feel comfortable about exploring this without him."

"It is scary at first. It can be overwhelming but you have to remember you are in charge. Your sub or slave will only do what they are told. In order to get respect you must earn their respect, you can't show weakness Mistress."

I stared at Yana through the mirror as my hair was being combed and carefully pinned up.

"When your Dom punishes you what does he do?"

"Mistress are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

"I get tied up, spun around the cross, he withholds orgasms, pain, whippings and wearing a plug in dark places."

"Ouch that should hurt."

"It may at first feel uncomfortable but its normally done by remote. Some use humiliation but he does not. If I don't feel comfortable I will not do it and I have a right to intervene. I will use my safe word and he will know that I will no longer participate."

"So the sex is really good, huh?"

"It's just not about sex at times. It's about a deep connection full of trust and communication."

"Why put yourself through that Yana?"

"Because there is something in me that won't walk away...can't walk away... I feel incomplete without that part of me flourishing. It is a compulsion, a kink, a fetish, a need. It is who I am. I enjoy being spanked, choked, disciplined, dominated, controlled, loved, inspired, tended to, protected, cared for, and cherished by him. I enjoy being the one he relies upon to keep Him happy and his home well-taken care of. I enjoy giving him the power over me, a woman of strength, over to someone who equally enjoys being in possession of that power and control. I enjoy the balance that exists between us. I enjoy the intense intimacy generated from the high level of trust we have for each other."

"Really?"

"People can call me what they want but I enjoy being on my knees and asking "How can I please you right now, Sir?"
You might just call me a kinky freak,
He calls me his Heartbeat."

"Do you know Marc Hernandez?"

"Yes."

"What is his Dom's Name?"

"Sir Marc."

"Have you ever seen him with another?"

"That is none of my concern. What goes on behind the doors are not discussed outside the doors. If he has I am not allowed to disclose that and if I haven't seen him, I still can't tell you."

"Is he a good Dom?" I knew I was pushing.

She smiled. "I have not heard otherwise, shh." She put her finger to her lip.

"If you were to really look at me would you think I was a Domme?"

"May I?"

I nodded.

"Close your eyes and stand up."

I did as she asked.

"Do I have permission?"

"Yes."

"Take a deep breath. I want you to inhale but when you exhale I really want you to release slowly and with that I want all the negativity to fly away." She touched my stomach and held my back.

"Whenever you're ready Mistress."

Somehow I felt nervous. Second guessing myself it seemed weird but I was sure if I put my mind to it there would be a difference. Squeezing my eyes tightly I inhaled clearing my mind and released.

"Now open your eyes and look in the mirror. Can I tell you what I see?"

I nodded.

"I see a confident young woman. A woman that will not take excuses and a woman in control. You have one goal and that's your satisfaction because without that he will not experience his. He will try to please but you will have to open up to tell him how to pleasure you or he will not get his. You are the one in control; you are the Domme most only dream to become."

I took a real good look at myself in the mirror, before long my makeup was done, my hair was twisted and plaided into an intricate bun. I looked like someone that didn't tolerate nonsense. Yana dressed me and when I no longer heard the zipper the portrait of Goddess Beauté Noire was complete.

Dommi walked in as the others stood with their backs to the wall hoping for her approval. I stood there in my black two piece catsuit and red bottom boots. Standing tall I felt invincible. Dommi placed a diamond encrusted necklace around my neck and matching earrings in my ears.

"There is still something that is missing."

I walked over to my