Madame Gretchen

By Kayla Lords

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kayla Lords
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310258770

Kayla Lords

Kayla Lords discovered her love of writing at age seven and her sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find her sexual power and voice. Kayla is a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle and promises that it’s not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear.Now instead of experiencing sexual daydreams, she writes them down and publishes them for others to enjoy. An avid blogger, tweeter, and talker, Kayla enjoys interacting with her readers.

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Madame Gretchen

Kayla Lords

Madame Gretchen

Kayla Lords

Published by Kayla Lords at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Kayla Lords

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Author's Note:

Please note that all characters that are engaged in sexual activity in this work of fiction are older than 18 and are consenting adults.

For my blog readers. Without you, I'm just a crazy lady telling stories.

Table of Contents

Preface

Madame Gretchen

The Switches

Randy Boy

Ivory

Bella

Drake

Madame Gretchen

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Preface

This book was based on one question. What if?

My preference in writing BDSM erotica is always to keep it real. Everyone plays in a safe, sane, and consensual manner. The kinky scenes you read, no matter how unbelievable, can and do happen in relationships or scenes.

But when I first wrote about The Iron Maiden for a separate anthology, I wondered what it would be like if a bit of fantasy was allowed to creep in. Enter Madame Gretchen.

In real life, most BDSM clubs and dungeons have their own set of rules regarding membership. In my local area, you are either sponsored by a current member or you must complete a series of free, informational sessions before joining. This method is used to keep people knowledgeable and safe, and to have an idea of who has joined the club. Everyone's privacy and safety is paramount in every membership club I've ever attended.

For a moment, though, imagine what it would be like if members of the club had to know a bit more. Imagine, if you will, a sadistic Domme leading a six-week course for curious kinksters, teaching them more about kinky sex, the BDSM lifestyle, and maybe even themselves.

That was my what if moment.

If you ever do come across a club or dungeon with this kind of requirement, please let me know. I may need to make a special trip to experience it for myself.

Madame Gretchen

Let's see here. We have a couple of switches, three submissives, and a Dominant.

Looking up from her roster, she scanned the crowd to figure out who was who. It was a little game she liked to play before each new set of sessions began. She was rarely wrong.

Staring at the twenty-something girl dressed all in black, popping gum and doing her best to appear cool. Switch.

The youngish male next to her, wearing the spiked collar and too-baggy jeans was probably her boyfriend. Switch.

Ahhh, let's see, older, thin man with graying hair? Sub. Curvy woman with her head down, hair covering her face, probably thinks she's fat, definite submissive. Older woman, shy smile, busy hands, submissive. Little?

The door slamming shut interrupted her thoughts. She smirked as the last person walked in.

Tall, heavily-muscled, walking with swagger and too much confidence. I bet he thinks he's a Dominant.

Standing at the front of the room, riding crop in hand, Madame Gretchen appraised the newbie kinksters with an icy gaze. Barely five feet tall with her brown hair pulled back in a severe bun, she was covered head to toe in black latex. Her six inch heels gave her height, but there was no denying the petite girlishness of her body. High, round breasts, narrow hips, and flat stomach, she looked more girl-next-door than kick-ass Dominatrix.

If she didn't scare the hell out of them on the first day, she would have to resort to harsher methods to make sure they learned to respect her capabilities. Smacking the crop against her hand, she allowed the silence to stretch out a moment longer.

Sex education has come a long way since I was young. Her eyes scanned the room. You know the basics, I'm sure. Tab A fits into slot B, and all that.

She looked each person in the eye. A few dutifully nodded. She always liked the obedient ones. Now, you're here for more.

A few shifted uncomfortably. Someone snorted in derision. Madame Gretchen arched one eyebrow.

Some of you think this is a joke. Some of you think you don't belong here but you're willing to do anything to gain admittance to the Iron Maiden. She smirked, her lips twitching in private amusement.

The local BDSM club, The Iron Maiden, was exclusive and set the highest standards in the lifestyle. Everyone who was admitted to the club and dungeon had to complete a series of courses to make sure they understood the BDSM lifestyle how to stay safe, sane, and consensual. It also helped to weed out the wannabees, fakes, and abusers. If you think you're so goddamned good, come on up here and see if you can bring me to orgasm. In front of everyone.

It was the same speech she gave at the beginning of each new session. The obedient ones always blushed and looked down at their hands or the ground, afraid to make eye contact. The ones who probably wouldn't last to the next session zoned out or pretended not to listen. But there was always at least one who thought they didn't need to be here, believing they knew everything about kink and BDSM. Ah, there, the Dominant. She should have known.

She smiled to herself. Defiance could be fun - at least for her. An easy way to set an example for everyone else, and fun to break. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she let the silence linger for a moment or two. They always fidgeted, always. Except for the one in the back.

The silence stretched out. No one ever took her up on the offer. Not even the confident buck would make the attempt in front of an audience.

I didn't think so. She paused, allowing the silence to deepen, waiting for the first person to shift uncomfortably in their seat. Before we get started, let me go over a few ground rules. In order to gain entrance into the Iron Maiden, and all the sexual delights and knowledge that awaits you and your kinky mind, you must complete six training sessions with me, as well as attendance at two lectures hosted by Sir Johnathan. He hosts four a month, so I'm sure you can find something you like.

Madame Gretchen took a deep breath. This was always where she had to put on her fiercest look - the take-no-prisoners-do-what-I-say-or-else expression. She was going to push their boundaries from the beginning to the end. No matter how much they thought they knew about the world of BDSM, she would teach them something new - about the lifestyle and themselves.

Ok, first lesson. There is nothing wrong with a naked body. There is no such thing as perfection, and you're all going to get over your personal hang-ups. Right now. The curvy woman she'd noted early looked around, clearly uncomfortable. Taking mental note of the girl, she continued, So everyone stand up and strip. Clothes off! Don't make me tell you twice.

The room went completely still. Obviously, they didn't believe she was serious. She gazed back at each person in the room, the expression on her face clear she was dead serious. She slammed her crop down on a desk in front of her. The occupant, the older gentleman she guessed was submissive, jumped up, hands trembling as he fumbled with his buttons.

"What did I say about making me repeat myself? No one in here has anything we haven't already seen. I've seen more naked bodies than you can imagine. Nothing