Chapter 40: Master Arron

Safehaven had its share of male Dominants, although only a handful were on the website available for sessions and even fewer actually made a living from it. There was one Dominant we saw performing at Safehaven events regularly. His name was Master Arron. Sara informed me he was one of the rare male Doms that made money at Safehaven.

Arron was a good-looking Italian man in his late forties; He was muscular and had long dark hair and tan skin. He was very experienced, respected and talented in the BDSM arts. His main area of expertise was electrical play. I've seen the man taze a woman in the pussy and make her cum.

Tons of women in the community and at events wanted to play with Master Arron or fuck him or both. I started to notice how much respect Arron received and how many women were attracted to him and other successful male Doms. There were guys with beer bellies and ponytails making eighteen-year-old models wet in their panties with the crack of a whip.

Arron was very skilled at flogging. He would hold one flogger in each hand and do different tricks like they were swords crossing hands. His style of impact was like a rockstar drummer keeping perfect tempo with an imaginary beat.

With our recent acquisition of the Kinky Geek's lightsaber floggers, I was inspired to try to learn how to properly spin a flogger like Master Arron. I watched him on stage and in the playrooms at parties and then practiced at home.

I wasn't abandoning my submissive desires; I would always prefer to be submissive to women but seeing how much Arron and some of the other Male Doms were admired and respected made me want to learn how to use the toys and explore a more Dominant side myself.

Arron was in a long-time relationship with submissive female named Tuesday. Tuesday was arguably one of the most beautiful women at the dungeon. She looked like your stereotypical model. She was a tall skinny brunette who worked as a switch at the dungeon. That meant she took clients as both a Dominant and submissive. She was the one female submissive every Dominant in the community wished they could play with.

Tuesday basically did whatever Arron told her.

One day when Sara came home from work, she was excited to tell me about some plans she made.

"I am going to stay after work next Thursday and practice some BDSM skills with Tuesday. She's so hot! Are you jealous?" Sara bragged.

"BDSM skills on Tuesday with Thursday?" I replied trying to be a smart ass.

"No baby, with Tuesday on Thursday." Sara fired back not amused.

"Sounds fun Sara." I told her.

Then a few days later the story slightly changed.

"Now Master Arron is going to join us and give me a few pointers on my flogging. We are both going to play with Tuesday together after work." Sara explained.

I wasn't thrilled about the idea of Sara hanging out with this Dominant man, but I trusted her.

Then that weekend at a party at the dungeon I overheard the true plan.

"Tuesday and I are going to break in the new Switch Mary Jane. She agreed to let me top her." I overheard Master Arron bragging to another male Dominant in one of the playrooms alone.

I went straight over to Sara immediately.

"You told me you were dominating Tuesday next week, not that Arron and her are dominating you. I just heard him telling people he's going to break you in next week. He even called you Switch Mary Jane!" I said confronting her.

From day one of meeting Sara, Arron was on a mission trying to dominate and fuck her. Some male Dominants in the community had very little if any respect for female Dominants. It was like a notch on their belt to prove they were superior by getting Dominant women to submit to them.

As Mistress Mary Jane's boyfriend, I wasn't having any of that shit. I wasn't going to just let this guy whose known for tying up women and fucking them get near her.

"I thought it would be good for my career. Master Arron is very respected and well known in the community. I can learn a lot from him." Sara tried to sound naive.

"As your business advisor/partner I do not think it is a good idea for a Mistress to be submitting to male Dominants. It undermines your reputation as a Dominant. Other men will want their turn." I replied.

Sara agreed with me eventually.

"Ok baby, I will tell them I have to cancel our play time on Thursday. I will say I am busy that day." Sara reassured me.

It was towards the end of the night, and I was cleaning and putting away Sara's toys. I got distracted talking to a few friends. Suddenly I realized I had not seen Sara for at least 30 minutes.

After I had put the last toy back in her toy bag and sprayed down the BDSM furniture with disinfectant I went around the dungeon into the various playrooms looking for her.

Sara was nowhere to be seen.

I came up to the last playroom at the end of the main hall and that is when I found her. Sara was leaning back against a piece of BDSM furniture resembling a medieval rack. Her hands held onto the restraints, but they were not bound. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was partly open. Her right knee was stretching upward.

That is when I saw Tuesday on her knees in front of Sara pulling Sara's underwear and skirt to one side and licking at her pussy wildly. It was like my penis saw what was happening before my brain did. I was already getting hard before I could comprehend the scene in front of me.

Master Arron walked forward with his usual cocky smirk carrying a vibrator like he was about to use it on Sara. He was naked. I tried not to look at his cock. The happy horny feelings inside me suddenly turned to something else.

"Sara what are you doing?" I managed to mumble out.

Inside part of me immediately regretted it. Sara quickly pulled her leg down, rearranged her clothing and got up from the rack. Sara ushered me out of the room back to her toy bag and we left soon after. She maintained the story that she had no idea Arron was even in the room.

Arron was always rude to me from then on. Despite my newfound hatred for the man, I would always try to be polite if not nice and say hello to him. I didn't want any drama. Majority of the time I said hi to him he would completely ignore me and not even make eye contact. If he acknowledged me, it was to make fun of me or point out my flaws.

A large group of us would be standing in a circle at an event socializing. Somehow, he always found a way to make me look stupid or argue with something I said. He was like an adult bully. Technically I was fucking the one woman "the man who fucks every woman" wanted but could not have. I was the winner in our battle.

Chapter 41: The Celebrity