One True Master (Desire Island 1)

“Oh, yeah,” Pete said as they walked together toward the juice bar. “I don’t think they’ve even been open a full year, but there’s already a waiting list a mile long. “They’re the real deal—professional Doms and subs who will make your darkest, sexiest BDSM fantasies come true. It’s pricy, but from what I hear, worth every penny.”

There had been a lot of buzz in the Charlotte BDSM scene about the new resort, located on a private island in North Carolina’s Outer Banks. A paradise for those in the lifestyle—with luxury vacation packages that were customized to your particular kink. “It sounds fantastic,” Skylar agreed as she slipped onto a barstool. “Not that I ever win anything.”

As a pharmaceutical sales rep, Skylar made decent money. But lately the job had become a grind, the competition between the reps fierce because of the boss’s particular, obnoxious habit of pitting them against each other for bonuses. Eight years out of college, Skylar was still driving a crappy used car, paying off student loans and pouring money into a landlord’s pocket for her nice but overpriced apartment. Her boss was a total dick who called her “little lady” and gave all the best leads to her male counterparts. She was definitely burning out, but she had no idea what else she might do.

“Greetings, fellow kinksters,” Pete said into a microphone. He had taken his place on the small, raised stage near the bar. “It’s nearly time for the Desire Island free vacation contest. We’re going to do the drawing in five minutes, so it’s not too late to get your ticket. Desire Island has donated this amazing packet as a way to spread the word within the North Carolina BDSM community about their fabulous new resort. All proceeds from the ticket sales will go to local shelters for abused women and children. So even if you don’t want to spend a week enjoying a luxury vacation on a secluded island specially designed to meet your every kinky need, you’ll still be donating to a very worthy cause. If you haven’t bought a ticket yet, see Melanie at the juice bar.”

Several people crowded at the bar, holding out their ten-dollar bills as Melanie handed out more raffle tickets. Rhianna, Skylar’s best friend, slid onto the barstool next to her. “Did you get your ticket? Master James bought ten of them just for me. He says he’s going to send me for a tune-up whether we win this raffle or not. I hear the training is out of this world. I’m so psyched!”

Skylar looked over at her friend, who was perching on the edge of the stool, her bottom barely touching it. “What’s wrong?” Skylar asked. “Why are you sitting funny?”

“Ooo,” Rhianna cooed, her face lighting up. “You haven’t seen it yet. It’s healed enough to take off the bandages but it’s still tender. Look! It’s so amazing.”

“You had it done without telling me?” Skylar frowned. “I thought you guys were still deciding.”

“Don’t be mad. I wanted to surprise you,” Rhianna replied with a pretty pout. She rose and pivoted. She was wearing a black bustier with garters attached that held up fishnet stockings. Her thong panties didn’t cover her ample bottom, which she angled toward Skylar.

Skylar bent to peer closer at the brand, which was red and ridged against Rhianna’s fair skin. About the size of a half dollar, it depicted a pair of handcuffs with James’ initials artfully woven through the design.

“Wow,” Skylar breathed, both horrified and awed that her friend would undergo such a painful expression of her submission. She never would have considered a brand for herself, yet something tugged inside her as she admired it. Imagine having the courage to undergo an actual branding in order to please your Master.

Skylar envied Rhianna the deep sense of peace and serenity that seemed to shimmer around her like an aura. A part of her longed for what her friends shared. Would she ever find a love like that?

She picked up one of the glossy brochures that had been placed on the bar in anticipation of the raffle.

“Are you looking for the BDSM experience of a lifetime?

Desire Island – Bring your darkest secret fantasies to life.”

A beautiful brunette lay on a lounge chair by an infinity pool, a white-sand beach with blue-green waves sparkling in the background. A young man wearing a Speedo and a slave collar was offering her a cocktail with a slice of pineapple and a tiny umbrella on its rim as she smiled up at him.

Skylar opened the brochure and caught her breath. A gorgeous Dom stood in a BDSM dungeon, dressed in black leather pants that molded perfectly to long, gorgeous legs. His broad chest was bare, a heavy flogger in his hand. He was tan, with sun-streaked blond hair and a chiseled jaw. A petite woman with long red hair stared up adoringly at him from her position on her knees. Skylar’s cunt moistened, her nipples hardening. She could totally get into a scene with that guy.