Invitation to The Platinum Society: The Billionaire's Secret BDSM Club Page 3

There were a few testimonials from former submissives. One girl said she’d “had the sexual experience of a lifetime,” another said she’d “met her soul mate and was now happily married to him.” That last one made me roll my eyes in disbelief, but for some reason I believed the club wouldn’t have to lie to get submissives to sign up – the money alone would be enough.

  Finally, I had a look at the “Application Form” and once again I was reminded of a college application. There were a number of questions about my background and education, as well as questions about my age, height and preferences in a sexual partner. I was asked to write an essay on a profound life experience that I’d had. Finally, there was a series of questions about sexual activities I liked or wanted to avoid. There was a list of activities like “spanking”, “whipping”, “intimate piercing”, “anal intercourse” and “group intercourse”. I was to rate each sexual activity, selecting from five options - “Enjoy Greatly”, “Never Tried But Curious”, “Don’t Mind”, “Tried and Didn’t Like” and “Never Tried And Never Want To”.

  There was one final piece of paper. It had only two lines on it, an Application Deadline Date followed by a date three weeks from when I’d met Nate, and a Contact Number, followed only by a cell phone number.

  The materials made my head spin, and I put them away. I’d spent the last two weeks thinking about them – first deciding to apply, and then deciding to throw away all the forms.

  Making a decision was hard, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the money for my tuition wasn’t about to magically appear out of thin air – I really needed that money.

  Finally, I decided to do a Google search for “Platinum Society,” but nothing came up, except for an article in Forbes magazine, which listed the name under its list of Most Exclusive Clubs. There was a one line description of the club – “So exclusive, few have ever heard of it, let alone been inside.”

  That was it. There was no other mention of this mythical club and I began to suddenly doubt its existence. Was it all a big hoax? The mailing address for the form was a P.O. Box.

  A few days before the deadline, I decided to call the cell phone number and ask a few questions. If this seemed like a real place, somewhere I wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, I’d apply.

  A female voice answered after a few rings. “Hello Vicki.”

  I was a little taken aback. “How did you know it was me?”

  “We were expecting your call. My name’s Sandra, how can I help you?”

  “Um… I was wondering if this thing’s real. I don’t have any proof that it exists.”

  I carefully avoided mentioning the name of the club, but Sandra picked up on it immediately. “The Platinum Society exists, we’re just very very private. You won’t find references to us anywhere.”

  “Then how can I believe you exist?”

  “Well, you’ll have to take a leap of faith. However, if you’re worried about security, we encourage you to tell a close friend that you’ll go on a short vacation for five days, and that you’ll contact them when you get back after five days. You can mention that you’ll be going to a bed and breakfast in upstate New York.”

  “I’m still not convinced.”

  “Ok then, I have permission from your scout to reveal that his real name is James Elmswood.”

  My heart thumped loudly. I knew that name – where had I heard of him? And then the next second it came back to me. He was the creator of a popular website and social utility app that was deemed to be the next Facebook, and he’d been involved in some successful startups during the dot-com boom. I groaned – how had I not recognized him that day? Well, for one I didn’t trawl the society papers or keep an eagle eye out on the financial magazines. An honest mistake, I consoled myself.

  “Ok,” I said after a few minutes. “So I know who my scout was. But why should I trust you people?”

  “Again, you’ll have to take a leap of faith.”

  “Hmm. Ok.”

  I trusted Nate – James – and he’d been right about the arousal being caused by the pheromone-cologne. So maybe this place did exist, after all.

  “What’s the auction process?” Nate – James – had mentioned something about enjoying it.

  The girl on the other end of the line paused for a bit and finally said, “I’ll have to find out how much I can disclose to a non-member and get back to you on that. Can I call you back in ten minutes on this number?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine.”

  “Do you have any other questions for me?”

  “Yes. Er… what exactly am I meant to do?”

  I could hear the smile in her voice, but she sounded sympathetic rather than supercilious. “The brochure does make that clear. Just what it says – be a sexual submissive, please your Master. Mostly you’ll be doing things that you’ve marked in the form that you enjoy doing. You won’t do anything that you’ve said you dislike or don’t want to try.”

  I sighed. The girl sounded quite nice and professional, but her answers didn’t really help me.

  “Is that all?”

  “Yes, I guess so.”

  “I’ll get back to you in ten.”

  The line went dead with a click, and I stared at my phone and then back at the brochures. This whole thing sounded strange and unreal, and I wondered what I’d do. The time to make a decision was coming closer, and I could just about hear the clock ticking beside me.

  After exactly ten minutes, Sandra called me back.

  “Vicki?”

  “Yes, it’s me.”

  “Ok. I talked to James and I can tell you this much about your upcoming auction – you’ll have to answer a few questions, present yourself naked to all the bidders, and receive a public spanking. You’ll also be made to achieve an orgasm in public, so bidders know exactly what they’re getting. You might also have to receive other punishments in public, or perform other acts, depending on the preferences you mark in your form.”

  “Oh. Wow.” My voice sounded distant and confused.

  “Is there anything else?”

  “No.”

  “Bye then.”

  The phone clicked off again, and I stared into space.

  If what had happened in the limo was anything to go by, this would definitely be an interesting and fulfilling experience.

  I imagined myself achieving an orgasm in front of ten or twenty men. I could see myself naked on the floor, touching myself and moaning. I would feel the heady rush of the climax, and then I’d be flipped over onto my stomach, and spanked in front of everyone.

  My breathing deepened and a dark flush came over my face as I imagined all those things. Within seconds I was incredibly wet, craving the comfort my vibrator could bring me.

  I knew what I had to do.

  By the end of the day, I’d completed and mailed off the forms. A few days later, I received an official letter:

  Dear Vicki

  We are honored to invite you to become a sexual submissive up for auction at our club next week.

  Please be ready on Saturday morning with a few items of clothing and personal toiletries. A limousine will pick you up from your residence and drop you off on Thursday morning. Anything you need will be provided for you at the club.

  You will spend your first day being pampered at the club spa.

  On Saturday night, you will be auctioned off, after which your role as a Platinum Society Submissive will begin.

  - The Platinum Society

  This is the first story about Vicki’s adventures at the Platinum Society, and is continued in:

  Auctioned off at the Platinum Society

  Initiation into the Platinum Society

  Entertainment at the Platinum Society

  Farewell from the Platinum Society

  You may also enjoy reading about Natasha’s adventures at the Platinum Society, in Punished at the Platinum Society

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  Extract From Provoking The Dom: Stella's Submissiveness Challenge

  Description:

  Stella is a strong, independent woman and she sees no reason why a woman would allow herself to be dominated by a man. When she meets Morgan, a casino owner with whom she feels a powerful attraction, she derides him for being a Dominant.

  But Morgan challenges her to be his Submissive for a week, and Stella stubbornly accepts, determined to prove that any woman can be a submissive without enjoying it.

  During the challenge, Morgan employs all his tricks to make her admit she enjoys it. He insists Stella behave like a proper submissive, and this includes being constantly naked, allowing him to touch her intimately, and accepting spankings and other punishments for her mistakes.

  Stella is determined to emerge from the challenge with her heart intact – but will that be possible?

  Extract:

  Morgan started laughing before I could go on. "Stella, I intend to show you just how 'tiny' my cock is before the week finishes."

  I blushed, groaning that my jab had backfired. "But you're not putting it in me."

  "Fine. I can do that. But don't kid yourself that this isn't about sex." He leaned forward and looked deep into my eyes. "Because this is all about sex. And there are a lot of other things I can do to make you scream."

  We held each other’s gaze for a few seconds, my heart beating wildly till I finally looked down at the contract again. "And there's not going to be bondage."

  "I can't agree to that. BDSM is all about bondage."

  "But I don't like the idea of being tied up."

  "No can do. If you're not willing to get tied up, you might as well admit you're chicken and back out right now."

  I sighed. "Fine. And I guess this means you want to go ahead with spankings and stuff."

  "Absolutely. Remember, the bet ends after a week. If I can get you to admit you like BDSM by that time, I win. But if you last a week with me, and after all that time you decide you hate BDSM, you win."

  "Hmm." I was determined not to like this week. "And what are the stakes?"

  Morgan leaned back in his chair. "If you win, I'll buy a sponsorship on your blog for $300,000. But if you lose, you'll mention the Treasury Casino in your blog's sidebar for free."

  I nodded. "Sounds reasonable."

  "And you'll mention that the owner of the casino, Morgan Anderson, is a handsome, intelligent man and a wonderful lover, and you'll keep it up for a year."

  It was my turn to stare at him like he'd grown horns. "Are you nuts? There's no way I'm saying that!"

  "Then you'd better not lose."

  He smirked annoyingly and I glared at him. "Oh, I'm sure I'll win. It'll be a pleasure to take your money."

  I signed the contract with a flourish and handed it over.

  Morgan glanced at it and said, "I'll see you tomorrow night at 7. Come up to my suite, bring all your things and wear a skirt."

  Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's Submissive"Description:

  Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems simple enough.

  At Connor's hands, Keira discovers humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…

  Extract:

  His face was inches from mine and he said softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my lap and give you a good, hard spanking."

  He leaned back and suddenly the words came rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…

  My breath quickened, but I pushed those thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew exactly what I looked like undressed.

  Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How badly do you want to keep this job?"

  I gulped. "Very badly, sir."

  "Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's my best choice"

  I started to speak but he held up his hand to silence me.

  "I like you," he said softly, and I breathed in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative, and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see everything.

  "If you're ready to do anything to keep your job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."

  I felt thankfulness flood through my veins, and my eyes widened with relief.

  "I'll do anything," I said confidently.

  "Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg for forgiveness."

  I looked at him, surprised.

  He pointed to a spot on the floor, just before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.

  I noticed now the bulge in the front of his pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it obvious what I was about to do.

  I had a few seconds to make my decision. It was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before him.

  "Unbutton your blouse."

  His voice was harsh and commanding, and I felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.

  When they were all unbuttoned, I let the shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take anything off.

  But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He cupped my breasts from the sid
e, and said, "You're already aroused. Good. I like that."

  Extract From The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals (free download from Amazon.com)Description:

  Sparks fly when Brad and Alexis meet. Brad is the new heir to Reinehart Industries, and Alexis is a cynical college drop-out.

  They live in completely different worlds, and under normal circumstances, their passionate encounters might have been shelved as "mistakes". But circumstances are far from normal, and Brad has plans that could change both their lives - if only he can convince Alexis to come along for the ride.

  Extract:

  "What do you think?" he asked at the end, his dark blue eyes piercing mine.

  "It's a bit spooky without people," I said, and though I didn't think it was that funny he laughed, a surprising low, belly laugh.

  A strand of his hair fell over his forehead, and I wondered again if he was single. His face was square and muscular, his lips thin and delicate.

  He took the folder and bag from my hands, and placed them on an empty shelf. "Well, we're here, aren't we?" he asked, tilting his head.

  I gulped and wondered what to say. My work was over, but he seemed to be expecting something more. Come to think of it, why was he here to begin with, why hadn't he sent some lowly office peon, the way Mr. Neilson had sent me?

  His hands were on my face now, tilting my head back so that I met his eyes.

  "There's something about you," he growled, "I've been thinking about you since I left the law firm."

  I felt one hand leave my face and slowly travel down my neck, stopping only when it found my breast. He pressed down as his hand moved in slow circles, and I began to wonder if this was all real.

  As I closed my eyes, I felt his lips on mine, his mouth gentle but insistent. God, he tasted so good, and his hand felt so nice as it pressed down on me. I wanted more of him…