A Taste of The Dark Side

By Dan Bruce

A rip-roaring night at The Dark Side, means a fun filled adventure for all concerned, including: an eye-opening experience for an eighteen year old female guest in a scandalous milky dress; a night of horror for a Sudanese masseuse who needs to be punished for an offence she has caused; a chance to impress for a Japanese dominatrix with a conveniently small fist that she wants to use in a show; humiliation for an Aussie who dared to cross the owner’s slave; and then there is an Irish bodyguard who isn’t a proper master, but acts like one, and is there to stir things up, as well as perform a duty whilst having a heck of a good time.
Stella Marshall needs help on two fronts. The eighteen year old beauty is a specialist worker at The Dark Side, London’s raunchiest and most exclusive BDSM club, where she plays the role of the naughty public schoolgirl who needs to be disciplined for her misbehaviour. But her relative innocence means that her skills in some areas are falling short of the mark when it comes to doing ‘extras’. She is also curious about the life of ‘proper slaves’, women who are owned by a master as opposed to working at the club in that role.
New friends Frida and Lucrezia come to the rescue and give her a taste of proper slavery while providing some practical lessons to develop those skills. Of course they need the help of a man to act as the master, and who better than Paddy McGuire, the enigmatic bodyguard and second in command to the owner of The Dark Side, Angus MacLeod.
Stella gets a taste and some intimate practice when Paddy and the girls visit Stella at her apartment. But the real taste comes a few nights later when Paddy takes all three of them to the club as his guests for the night. It’s an eye-opening experience for Stella... and for everyone else who gazes upon her in a dress that takes the club by storm.
This is one night at The Dark Side not to be missed... a taste that could prove addictive.

Please note: this work had been written in collaboration with Jack Brighton and may bear some resemblance to ‘A Taste of The Wild Side’ aka ‘The Unchained Slave’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Firm Hand Books
• Release date: Aug 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311201423

Dan Bruce

Dan Bruce is a British author who specialises in M/F BDSM erotica

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A Taste of The Dark Side

Book 2 in the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’ series

(Dark BDSM Erotica)

By Dan Bruce

Copyright Dan Bruce, 2014

Published by Firm Hand Books at Smashwords

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Please note: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

Please also note: this work had been written in collaboration with Jack Brighton and may bear some resemblance to ‘A Taste of The Wild Side’ aka ‘The Unchained Slave’.

Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Made for The Dark Side Extract

The Dan Bruce Collection

Her Nemesis Series Extract – Her Nemesis Master

Abuse of Power Series Extract – Taken by The Karinovs

Other Books Extract –Her Licence to Bondage

About the Author

Author’s Note on the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’

The Dark Side is a fictional nightclub situated in London’s Soho district, where extremely wealthy and powerful men enjoy games of sexual debauchery. The series of books which comprise the ‘Tales from The Dark Side’ is centred on the club and the people who are involved with it. All the books have an erotic theme with a strong BDSM slant.

Each book is a stand-alone work and they can be read in any order. There is a chronological sequence, however, which would make sense to follow if all the books are to be read. The sequence of books to date are:

Welcome to The Dark Side

A Taste of The Dark Side

Made for The Dark Side

Fisting Night at The Dark Side

Christmas at The Dark Side

A Walk on The Dark Side

Chapter 1

In the fetish room at The Dark Side, London’s most exclusive and debauched nightclub, the evening’s show was about to begin and two budding young actresses took to the stage.

The American cowgirl and the English schoolgirl – they made for an unlikely pair. And quite a conspicuous pair as well, dressed as they were in stereotypical outfits that advertised their distinctive backgrounds, as well as their incredible curvaceous bodies.

Texas Tess was the taller of the two, nature having given her almost six feet of height, although the heels she was sporting on her cowgirl boots put the Lone Star beauty at well over that mark. The boots were red like her cowgirl hat, and to show she was an American through and through, the rest of her clothing was white and blue to complete the homage to Old Glory. The white was worn in the form of a sleeveless blouse that was tied rather than buttoned around her spectacular bust – a huge pair of breasts that jiggled in the cotton, and were as natural as the Texan’s yellow-blonde hair that cascaded in waves over her shoulders and halfway down her back. The blue was unsurprisingly made of denim, and in tune with the Daisy Duke effect, the cut-off jeans were cut so short they barely covered her fabulous big booty.

It looked like English Stella had gone for parody as well, using ‘Posh Totty’ from the latest St Trinian’s movie as her dubious piece of inspiration, although the naughty young minx had dressed in similar style at the elite public school she’d attended until a few weeks ago. Unlike colourful Tess in her patriotic attire, Stella had rejected the Union Jack and had elected for a monochrome effect. The short-sleeved blouse was whiter than white, and a few of the buttons were actually done up – three at the bottom to cover her stomach. The school tie she was wearing also sported some white along with an equal amount of black, diagonally striped and knotted at her cleavage which was otherwise fully on show, along with much of Stella’s lacy black bra. The short pleated skirt was black as well, as were the stockings and garters that adorned the teenager’s long shapely legs. Good taste demanded that the shoes were also black, and not to be undone by Tess’s height, the extra two inches Stella boasted on the heels brought her eye to eye with her American partner in crime.

Crime? Crime? What is this crime?

Admittedly the women were provocatively dressed, but that was hardly a crime in the modern world, particularly as they were two beautiful young creatures – Tess in her early twenties and Stella a mere eighteen. And yes they were tall, but that wasn’t an offence, even in Tokyo’s Narita Airport, which according to a sign, they were travelling through, having just arrived from God knows where. Okay, so tall blonde women, who were scantily dressed and large of breast, were very conspicuous in Japan, but they were not viewed as criminals because of their attire and difference to the local women. Quite the opposite in fact – these fabulous specimens of femininity were being lusted after by all the men who were currently gazing in their direction as they sashayed their way through customs, the pair of them giggling without a care in the world… But a crime was being committed, and one eagle-eyed officer was onto it with uncanny intuition.

Dressed in a skimpy uniform of clinging black leather that didn’t exactly look like standard issue, a diminutive Japanese woman appeared from the side-lines and stepped onto the scene where all eyes before had been on the Western lovelies. In her own distinctive way she was no less beautiful, with shimmering black hair that was straight and long, piercing eyes of a similar colour, and a pair of cheekbones that were quite frankly ‘to die for’ and matched the rest of her captivating face. The figure was petite and there was less of it on show, but the sexual aura she managed to exude somehow drew the eye to her, even in the company of two striking tall blondes. Stop! she cried, pointing a slender finger in the giggling pair’s direction.

Tess and Stella both appeared shocked and hands were raised to pat heaving breasts. They looked at the officer and then they looked at each other, guilt written over their made-up faces.

The female officer strode over and stood before the tall busty blondes, her authority all too obvious despite the stark difference in height. Western sluts! she cried, caring little for sensitivity or political correctness, let alone proper customs procedure when addressing new arrivals at an airport. I know you are carrying illegal substances, she accused them both. Then with an exaggerated sniff of her delicate little nose, she added, I can smell it through your cheap perfume and whorish ripeness.

No! No! We are innocent! Tess protested, a budding young actress and no mistake.

Stella could only shake her head, unable to deliver the lines she had practised. The poor girl was biting on the inside of her cheeks as she struggled to contain a laugh that would have made a mockery of the hammed up show… It was probably the most ridiculous scenario she had been involved in to date. But it was rather fun and Stella was very much looking forward to the rest of the performance… As was a certain Angus MacLeod, the owner of The Dark Side, an exclusive sex club in the Soho area of London where this questionable production was taking place on the stage of what was referred to as the fetish room.

And she would be? asked Angus as he watched the show from the private viewing gallery. He was referring to the Japanese woman, as he knew fine well who the other two performers were.

She would be Miko, answered his fellow spectator – a certain Mr Charles, who was a massively built black man of Caribbean origin and the manager of the club. Tasty little minx, don’t you think so, boss? And bright as a button – doing a degree in Business Studies at Imperial College, so she’s only working here part time. I tried her in the main room, but she’s not a natural submissive, unlike most of the Asian chicks we have in there. She wants to be a specialist worker, and asked for a chance to show what she can do. As you were coming in anyway, I arranged this for tonight.

Angus looked at his manager who was also a good friend. You can make decisions like this on your own, Charles. I didn’t need to catch the show for approval to be given for whatever it is you have in mind.

Sure, boss. But I thought it might be fun for you to see, especially as it features the new schoolgirl. You did say you wanted to see how she was coming along.

Angus nodded, for this was very true. The new schoolgirl was a project he was taking a keen interest in, although be it from an unseen distance. And the Japanese girl interested him as well. He was eager to see how the show would develop. Fair enough, said MacLeod. Let’s watch and see what they all can do.

Down on the stage, Tess was still making a good job of delivering her lines. But we can’t possibly be carrying anything illegal, protested the Texan beauty. We have no hand luggage – not even a purse.

Officer Miko looked un-phased by this unrealistic scenario – women travelling without a bag of any sort, stretching credibility to the very limits. She made a mental note of the oversight then cut straight to the chase. Then you must have the drugs concealed on your person. I will conduct a search, beginning with you. Strip! she ordered, pointing to Tess.

Once again credibility was at risk of being stretched - a big strapping Texan girl getting bossed about by a diminutive oriental nine inches shorter than herself, being a highly unlikely scenario. But Miko’s voice had a power and bite of authority that made it all seem perfectly believable. And even if not, no one in the audience was going to be overly bothered when the lovely Tess was being told to take off her clothes.

Not that there was much to take off in the first place, but what little there was, Tess removed in style. Facing the audience who knew her well, the blouse was untied to allow her breasts to fall out – two mammary mountains that were wonderfully pert, due in part to all the silicon they held. She giggled these glories for the audience to see whilst handing the blouse to Miko for inspection. The audience looked appraisingly at the breasts and not surprisingly were mightily impressed. Miko gave the blouse a cursory glance then tossed the garment aside. The rest! she insisted much to everyone’s approval.

Tess obliged and unfastened the flies on her shockingly short shorts, parting the denim to give the onlookers a glance of her shaven pubis, the naughty Texan being naked underneath. Then seemingly shy of revealing her bald pussy, she turned around to show the audience her ass. Ever so slowly the denim came down, Tess struggling to push it past her bounteous booty. But down the denim went – to her thighs then to her calves, Tess bending forward to push the material over her cowgirl boots before finally stepping out of the shorts. Then managing to overcome her ‘shyness’ she spread her legs to offer up a view of her snatch as well as her asshole – two lovely pink orifices that glistened in the spotlight which shone down upon them.

A trooper like Tess had no need of a script – she knew what to do in a situation like this. The Texan cowgirl held the pose, bending fully over to touch her toes, wiggling her ass and pushing it out, spreading her legs even wider so that everyone got a good eyeful of the entrances to her body – an asshole that looked like it had recently been breached, and a pussy that was wet and ready for some sex.

All in all it was a very inviting sight and there wasn’t a man in the room who would have declined a go at either of those holes. But in a twist to the norm that was rather exciting, it was a woman who took advantage of the contrived situation.

Two possible places where drugs could be hidden. I think I will start my investigation here, said Miko as she sunk to her knees behind the American, keeping low so the audience could see the inspection she then made.

It was a slow and deliberate process, involving fingers at first to spread the pink flesh, opening up the American’s sex, revealing her folds that were juicy and wet, and a clit that was bloated to an unusually large size – the suspect apparently not too offended by the prospect of having her body cavities examined. That was confirmed when the clit was rubbed and Tess let out a whorish moan. The bud was then pinched and she made a loud groan, encouraging the officer to do it again. It was an odd way to go about a vaginal search, but nobody seemed to be complaining, especially Tess, who was panting and moaning, delivering a volley of, Yes! Yes! Yes! Now that’s what you call co-operation with the authorities and an example to us all.

Moving the show along, the methodology became even more bizarre when Miko ran her tongue along the length of the drug mule’s gash, lapping up the juices that freely flowed. No one really cared about the odd approach, but Miko was a lady on a mission so she threw in some tenuous justification for her rather questionable action. The taste is pure enough, she announced after the lick. But drugs can be disguised so I must taste further.

Clever!

And off she went on some serious cunnilingus, using her skilful oriental tongue to explore every aspect of the American’s sex, lapping at the folds, flicking at the clit, curling it up into a fleshy tube to stab at the vagina in an oral fuck. She licked Tess out good and proper, making her moan and her body quiver, bringing the Texan to the edge of a climax.

Still no evidence, Miko declared after a few minutes of this highly contrived fun. But I need to search deeper just in case.

Her fingers returned in place of the tongue. Miko started with a single digit, the index sliding deep inside to stroke the vaginal wall. A second was added and she moved on to some thrusting, finger-fucking the Texan’s pussy.

Yes! Yes! Sweet Jesus, yes!!! Tess encouraged,