Thread: The Domme Society {Torridsoul x Alan23}

If it were possible to add hours to the day to prolong nightfall Ivy McKnight would have added at the very least ten hours to the day. That way she could have continued to sit behind the desk in her home office playing with color swatches, fabric samples and sketching room designs. Being interior decorator to New Yorks elite was probably not what Ivys famous movie star mother Janelle McKnight had had in mind for her daughter when shed been born. Shed probably wanted Ivy to be a movie star too, or a singer maybe given that Ivys father a famous rock star could have possibly passed those chops on down to her. However Ivys talents lay elsewhere, in a more creative and artistic outlet and her talents definitely did not lie where her mothers had in other aspects. Thanks to her mother having been one of the most prominent members of The Domme Society, an extremely private club for New Yorks most powerful women single or not. The women in this club were the most respected or feared women in every high powered position. It had Lawyers, Accountants, Doctors, CEOs, CFOs, Presidents, Actresses, Models, and Singers. Oh and one interior designer, even though Ivy was the best in the business making more than any other interior designer in the city she was still very far from powerful. She had inherited her mothers membership when shed decided to step down. Her mothers words to her when shed handed over her membership were Make me proud Ivy. Ivy threw down a sample tile of granite the clattering against her desk was a satisfying sound. Make me proud she mimicked her mothers voice crabbily. How could she make her mother proud when she didnt have a dominant bone in her body? She pushed away from her desk and slowly made her way through her penthouse condo, catching glimpses of the skyline as she made her way to her bedroom. It was time to don what she called her Domme Wear and play pretend. She squeezed first into the black corset with lace overlay it should have made any woman feel sexy if not powerful. It pushed up her deliciously firm 36 C breasts and made her body look amazing, but for Ivy all it did was press on her bladder and bother her all night. Next came black leather mini skirt that hugged her curvy hips, she didnt have any complaints about this, except maybe that it was leather and sticks to her skin but that was just nitpicking. The only parts of her outfit that made her feel even remotely sexy were the black silk thong panties she wore beneath the skirt, and then four inch platform stiletto heels that made her stand at five feet five inches tall and made her legs look ridiculously long and stunning. Ivy applied her subtle makeup and then headed out, for nights like this she hired a driver to take her to the elegantly gothic building that held The Domme Society. Tonight wasnt just any night though, tonight was auction night. The night where the submissives would pick their Dommes and this month Ivy had actually pursued a sub. Even though she probably hadnt been as aggressive as some of the others, something had drawn her to Damon the moment hed set foot in the building. Tonight as she walked through the building to the Auction room Ivy hoped that the miniature renaissance painting series shed given him would sway him in her direction. She was unsure why but she was almost sure that he was the type of man who would appreciate the art. Ivy took her seat, she desperately needed for at least one submissive to choose her, not that shed really know what to do with one once she got them. She hoped that Damon would be the one to choose her, he alone could skyrocket her standing within the club and then maybe finally, people would stop noticing how many times she made a mad dash towards the restroom, or how often a flush found her cheeks. The maybe shed finally have a little respect. The lights in the room dimmed, and the lights above the stage flickered on as an elderly gentleman walked to the side of the stage and took his place at the podium. Ivy was unsure how long ago the club had found Miles Fortright, but hed handled the clubs ledgers for what seemed like forever. His voice boomed through the speakers Ladies, it is time to begin tonights event. A man walked out onto the stage, wearing nothing but cuffs at his wrists and ankles and a pair of red silk boxers, it wasnt anyone that Ivy was interested in and she doubted hed chose her anyway. So she did what she always did, zoned out and wished she was anywhere but here.