“Top. You feel weird because you want women to top you. And there’s nothing unmanly about giving a woman orgasms and putting her pleasure before yours. Nothing wrong with being a male sub. You don’t have to be a chest-thumbing alpha to find the clit.”

“Trust me, I know where the clit is.”

“Now that is the sort of thing that would win you a medal down here. Want your medal?”

“Yeah,” he said, laughing. “Sure. I’d love a medal.”

“Are you clean?”

“Clean?”

She gave him a pointed look.

“Clean. Gotcha. Yes. Had to get a full physical two weeks ago for insurance for the new tour. Got tested for everything.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No. We broke up two months ago. She was just another yes-man.”

“Good. Go wash your face. Get rid of the eyeliner. Take off the rock star boots and for fuck’s sake, comb your hair like a normal person. No more costumes. I want to see the real you. Bathroom’s over there. I need to make a phone call.”

When he came out of the bathroom, Dante looked like the handsome, nice, sweet male submissive she knew lurked underneath all that eye makeup and hair gel.

“There’s our girls,” she said when she heard a tentative knock on the dungeon door. “You stand there. I’ll get this.”

“What is this?” he asked, looked humble and nervous, and surprisingly young.

“Turns out I’m all out of medals. I got you this instead.”

She opened the door and ushered two lovely young women inside. One was a tall beauty with tattoos and rainbow-stripped hair. The other was pale and petite, with lustrous brown hair that fell halfway down her back in soft waves.

“Simone, Cassie, this is my friend—”

“Devon,” he said. “My name’s Devon.”

She knew the name Dante Burns had to be fake.

The ladies shook Devon’s hand as The Mistress looked on with wicked glee.

“Ladies, Devon is a new friend of mine. A submissive. He’s looking to explore some of his fantasies. One of them involves being used as a fuck toy by women. A little birdie told me that Devon here loves giving women orgasms. He’d rather give orgasms than have them himself. Isn’t that nice?”

“I love male subs,” Cassie sighed, leaning her head on Simone’s shoulder.

“They really are handy to have around.” Simone kissed Cassie on the top of the head.

“Well...shall we?” The Mistress gestured at the bed.

“I’m in.” Cassie looked Dante up and down. “He’s beautiful.”

“He really is. Looks familiar, too. You come to the club before?” Simone asked.

“No. I just...I have that kind of face,” he said.

“Girls...” The Mistress clapped her hands. “Condoms in the drawer. He’s all yours. I’ll be over here supervising. Let me know if I can assist.”

“Oh, I think we’ve got this, Mistress.” Cassie and Simone came up to Devon and kissed him on the lips, one by one. As Cassie deepened the kiss, Simone raised his arms over his head and pulled his shirt off. Simone ran her hands all over his back and shoulders while Cassie brought his hands to her breasts. The two women pulled him gently to the bed and laid him on his back. The girls were submissives, both of them. But they loved sex, they loved men and they loved submitting to her. Being on The Mistress’s good side meant being invited into Kingsley’s inner sanctum. And right now both girls were definitely on The Mistress’s good side.