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ANAS POV

"I can not believe we're doing this! What if someone recognizes us? What if a reporter spots us? Maybe we should go home" I am in panic mode.

Its Saturday night and Christian and I are on our way to the masked party at the BDSM club. We went in a club years ago and obviously we didn't participate in any scenes but we got some great ideas and had some of the best sex of our lives that night.

The difference is, that was in Italy where no one knew us and I didn't have to worry about bumping in to people I know. Oh my god! What If someone from the PTA is there!

"Ana, relax. Do you honestly think that I would allow someone to recognize you? I'm having a hard enough time thinking about all the strangers that will ogle you in that outfit, let alone someone we know. Can't you pull it down a bit?" He huffs.

"If I pull it down I will expose my boobs. Besides, it's not that bad" I shrug and look out the window at the passing scenery.

"Not that bad? You're practically naked! You look hot as fuck but still, I don't know how comfortable I am with you wearing that"

I smirk because I knew this dress would get to him. It's a skimpy spaghetti strap black leather dress that clings to every curve. I've always had self esteem issues but even I think I look hot in this.

"I'm not comfortable knowing that women will be eye fucking you all night either but what ya gonna do about it" I smile and he laughs.

He looks so hot in his black pants and tight black tee. We may have five kids and a twenty five year marriage behind us but damn, we still got it!

When we pull up outside a massive warehouse type club we put our masks on. Christians almost looks like batman's mask minus the ears and mine is the same but female. They cover so much of our faces and hair that there is no way in hell anyone would recognize us which makes me feel a lot better about the whole situation.

Christian helps me out the car and we walk into the front entrance of the club. I breath a sigh of relief when I see no reporters or paparazzi outside.

Above the doors there is a neon sign that spells out "The 7th Circle"

When we get into the first entrance we are met by a girl with a clip board who asks us what we are looking to obtain from the club for the night.

Christian tells her we are together and have no interest in joining in or having other people approach us. She hands us two white wristbands which she tells us is a signal to other people in the club that we are just there to watch. Nothing else.

As soon as she grants us entrance to the club the mood shifts.

We are at the top of a balcony which has stairs going in both directions. Below us is a massive floor space where there must be 200 people walking around various different scenes that are going on. Directly opposite us is an identical balcony with a door behind it but instead of stairs it has a glass fronted elevator. On the far side of floor space, in an area that is slightly raised, there is a massive leather padded bar with stools, booths and tables dotted around. To the left of the floor there are a number of doors and on the right side the wall is filled with thousands of pictures of Doms and subs acting out different scenes.

There is no denying it. This club is freaking sexy.

Christian takes my hand and leads me down the stairs and across to the bar. He orders us both a drink and we have to present our hands for a stamp because the barman tells us it's a two drink limit to all people in the club tonight.

We find ourselves an empty booth where we can watch what is happening on the main floor.

Now that I am here, I have no fear of being seen by anyone we know. The lights are so low it's almost pitch black in here and because we have our wristbands people look at us but don't approach.

Over the next hour we see some stuff that frankly, turns me on. In our playroom we have a St Andrews cross but the few that are dotted around the floor are different. It seems that they now have the ability to swivel and move up and down which apparently gives deeper penetration. As soon as he saw it, Christian said he was ordering us one.

While we are discussing where to put it in our playroom we are interrupted by a man dressed in a black suit. Hes the only person I have seen tonight apart from the staff that is not wearing a mask.

He's about 35 and has highlighted blond hair. He screams money. His suit, if I'm not mistaken is Armarni. He has a Rolex that must be worth over $50,000 and he just has that look that Christian has. He's an Alpha male.

"Good evening, my name is Mark Lawson, I'm the manager of The 7th Circle, I trust you are having an enjoyable evening?" He makes no move to shake hands with us and I am assuming that is because of our wrist bands.

"Yes we are thank you. We wanted to come check it out, see if it was for us" Christian tells him.

"First time being introduced to the lifestyle?" He ask surprised.

"Hardly" Christian says and leaves it at that. He takes my hand and gives me a reassuring squeeze and then turns his attention back to Mark.

"I must say I'm surprised at this place. It's seems so...tame"

Mark smirks and then gestures to the floor.

"This place serves three purposes. Number one, it brings in a steady stream of money. Number two, it's a place where celebrity's and minor business people can come to pretend they are hardcore, when in fact it's all a show. And number three, it gives me an opportunity to scout out people who I know would like access to the other club. The real club"

"Real club?" Christian asks.

"Look around. There is not one person in here that is showing any intimate body parts. There are no bondage benches, no canes, no belts, no rope play, no suspension or even the most basic bits of kit, like sex swings. This place is just for show. The basement however, is a different story. There is another club down there called "The 8th Circle". Membership is $200,000 a year. You have to sign a NDA and have a full background check done which will tell us every deep dark secret about you. Then and only then you have to be given permission to join by Tortuga himself who has final say over all new members. That's why I picked you both out. I can see from a mile away that you might appreciate the...old school ways a bit more than this soft core stuff" he gesture again at the floor.

"Who is Tortuga?" I ask before thinking. I can see a small amount of surprise in Marks eyes that I have spoken without permission. Obviously he thinks I'm a sub. When Christian makes no move to reprimand me, Mark leans slightly forward and address me directly for the first time.

"Matthew Tortuga is the owner of both clubs and the Master Dominant of both. He inherited the whole shabang a few years back when the old owner died. He used to be the meanest son of a bitch in the community. I saw him punish another Dom once for not respecting a sub when she safe worded. Let's just say I'm pretty sure the whip end hit bone after the third strike. I've known the guy 13 years and even though he is a pussy cat now compared to what he used to be, I'd still rather rip out my own eyes out than cross him. Thank god for the Mistress"

"Who's the mistress?" I'm fascinated by this.

He smirks at us both and then waves over the barman who comes back with a bottle of Champagne and three glasses which he pours and hands to us.

"Who is the Mistress? Excellent question. I know who she is outside these walls of course but my NDA and respect for her prevents me from telling you. Plus, I would probably find my self wearing concrete shoes at the bottom of lake Washington if I ever breathed her real name but out side of knowing what she does as a career and what she is like when she is around Tortuga? I think only God and Tortuga himself know the real her"

"I was there the night they met. It was at the old club downtown. She walked in looking all doe eyed and innocent and as soon as they locked eyes, he was a goner. He was so flustered by her that he forgot he had three Subs tied up in one of the private rooms. I had to go in and let them loose. He zeroed in on her and then proceeded to knock one of the other Dominants out cold for just looking at her. Man he was hell on wheels for almost three years after that night. They started out as just friends but as the years went on, I guess they both just got struck with the love arrow. Shame really, she was the best Domm on the West Coast" He shakes his head and smiles sadly.

"Why was he hell on wheels?" Christian asks before I get a chance.

"There are men who stake a claim on a woman and don't like for other men to look at them or even talk to them but what Tortuga did with the Mistress, he owned her from the moment he saw her. Even though she had a string of Suns and other partners, she always belonged to him. What he didn't realize is that she owned him in return. No man dares to so much as look at her because everyone in the community knows that she belongs to him and the few women that try to turn his head? Let's just say the Mistress has her own way of dealing with jealous women"

"Why are you telling us all of this? I thought you had signed an NDA?"

"I have and I haven't broken it as I have not revealed any names except Tortuga's and all you have to do is Google the name of this place and he is listed as the owner. I'm telling you because if you accept our invitation to join The 8th Circle, you will need to know two things. Number one, no means no and Red means Red. No exceptions. And number two, never ever ever even approach the Mistress without Tortuga's permission. Besides, I doubt you will blab your mouths off about what I have said because if you did then Tortuga would ruin you. He may not be the most powerful man in this city but he's the most powerful man in the underground from here to the East coast" He pulls out his wallet and hands Christian a business card.

"All the correct contacts are on there if you want to join the other club. You will need to call between..." Before he can finish his sentence a blanket of near silence falls upon the club, only broken by music that has been playing in the back ground the whole time.

I look at where everyone is looking and standing on the balcony at the far end of the club is a man.

He's over 6 feet and and has jet black hair. The black tee-shirt he is wearing does nothing to hide his powerful body. His hands are gripping the railing and he is surveying the floor of the club like he is looking for someone. The club once again fills with chatter but it's now hushed and I can tell that most of the talk is about the man on the balcony.

"Speak of the devil and he shall arrive. That's Tortuga and that means my time is up" Mark mutters and then finishes his drink and then extends his hand to Christian but makes no move to shake mine.

Right before he leaves he looks up at the entrance and smiles.

"And here comes, The Mistress. Enjoy the rest of your evening folks" He wraps his knuckles onto the table and then disappears through a door to our left.

I look up at the door we came through and see a woman who is mirroring Tortuga's pose. Standing tall. Hands gripping the railing. Even though almost her full face is obscured by a mask similar to mine, there is no mistaking the fact that this woman, whoever she is, is a Domm. A very powerful Domm. Then I almost choke when I see the blood red collar around her neck. She's a sub too?

I know that some people in the lifestyle are known as switches so maybe she is one. A person who switches between the roles of Domm and sub.

She is wearing an all in one red leather play suit that has tiny cords criss crossing everywhere which gives just a peak of the skin below. He hair is dark brown or even black, I can't really tell in this light. Her mask covers the full top half of her face so I can't see what she looks like but I would bet she's beautiful.

Do we know her? She seems familiar?

I watch with heavy fascination as she glides down the stairs and makes her way across the floor. People part like the Red Sea for her but she doesn't so much as blink at the other guests until a heavy set man who is wearing a full on Gimp mask stands right in front of her and then he says something to her but I'm way to far away to hear him.

It happens so fast I almost miss it. She grabs him by his groin and with a flick of her wrist she has him on his back in a heap on the floor. She lets him go and then proceeds to put the heel of her stiletto boot on his neck. She pushes down a bit and he struggles to shift her off of him. She puts even more pressure on his wind pipe and because the club is now silent we can all hear the gasped "Red" come from his mouth and she lets him up instantly. She looks up and then clicks her finger twice and two men come from the crowd and drag away the now spluttering man. She stands in the middle of the floor and then smirks up at Tortuga

I look up just in time to see the Look on his face.

He loves her. Worships her. That much is clear.

He walks over to the glass elevator and it glides smoothly down to the floor. She sets off towards him and Without even breaking her stride The Mistress gets in beside him and he jabs a button which makes the elevator disappear to what I assume is the basement. You mean the hard core kink club that costs more than a normal persons house to join?

I don't know why but seeing them together has given me an uneasy feeling. I feel like I know her. Something starts niggling me. Millions of scenarios go through my head, each one more unbelievable than the next.

Could that be?...No, it couldn't be...Could it?

I dismiss the thought I am having about the hard core Domm who just walked past me being my daughter.

Thats just ludicrous!

Isn't it?