Mayfair leans forward, her piercing gaze fixed on Ana.

“What makes you think you’re cut out for this type of work?” She asks.

Ana straightens up in her chair, her shoulder-length light brown hair flowing down her neck. “I’ve always been interested in the supernatural, and I am…domineering.”

Mayfair raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” she says, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips. “Tell me more.”

She takes a deep breath. “Well,” she begins, “in my human relationships, I’ve been a dominatrix for several years. And I’ve had some experience with the supernatural world as well.”

Mayfair leans back in her chair, her skintight purple latex dress hugging her stomach and large, round breasts.

“Go on,” she requests, her voice low and smooth.

Ana hesitates for a moment, the olive skin on her cheeks turning slightly pink. She is unsure of how much she should reveal, but something about Mayfair’s aqua-blue eyes tells her she should be honest.

“I was with a vampire once,” she admits. “He was…different, to say the least. But I enjoyed the power dynamic between us. It was thrilling, actually, to be able to control someone so powerful.

Mayfair’s smile widens, revealing her perfectly-whitened teeth. “I can see why you’re interested in working here. We specialize in providing our clients with exactly that sort of experience. But, I must warn you, the supernatural world is not for the faint of heart.”

She nods, unable to hide the thrill of excitement that runs through her. While she knows she is taking a risk, she is drawn to this world of power and pleasure.

“I find out.” Ana says, firmly. “And I’m ready for whatever comes my way.”

Mayfair leans back in her chair, eyeing Ana with renewed interest. “I sense you’re not just looking for a job. It seems you’re more interested in an experience.”

Ana tries not to appear overly eager, but her nod and grin betray her. “Yes, I want to be part of something…unconventional.”

Mayfair stands up from her desk and gestures for Ana to follow her. “Let me give you a tour.”

Ana stands eagerly, and she follows Mayfair out of the office down a long, winding hallway. It is dimly lit, and the walls are a deep shade of red, giving the corridor an otherworldly feel.

“We work in the lower level of the warehouse. It’s a place where the average eye would never think to look, but for our clients, it’s a haven.”

They arrive at the first room. It has red walls and a St. Andrew’s cross mounted on the far wall. In the center of the room is a heart-shaped bed with restraints hanging from each corner.

“This is Room One,” says Mayfair. “It’s perfect for people beginning to explore their submissive side.”

She takes in the room with eyes, having never seen anything like it before. Ana cannot hide her sense of awe.

Mayfair leads her to the next room, the sound of her heels clicking against the corridor’s concrete floor. Inside this room is a vanity table with mannequins wearing lingerie and a French maid’s outfit.

Ana has always enjoyed when men connect to their feminine side, and this room seems perfect for that exploration.

She approaches the mannequins and can’t help but feel a sense of excitement. While she runs her fingers over the silky maid’s outfit, she imagines forcing a client into playing dress up, guiding them through the process of putting makeup on and then making them submit to her and her needs.

Mayfair watches with amusement, her lips curling into a sly smile. “I can see you like this room.”

“It’s cool.” She downplays her enthusiasm.

The third room has a cage, fake grass on the floor, a fire hydrant mounted on the wall, and latex puppy outfits hanging on a clothes hanger.

“I’ve all the time loved dogs.” Ana says, feeling obligated to make conversation.

Mayfair raises an eyebrow. “Well, I think you’ll discover our clients are just as loyal and loving as a real dog.”

They move on to the fourth room, which has a queen-sized bed in the center with restraints and toys hanging on the walls, which are covered in soft velvet material. It has dimmed lighting and the scent of burning vanilla candles fills the room.

“This is where clients come for a more traditional and mild experience.” She states before leading Ana to the biggest and most popular space.

They enter the fifth and final room. It is a dungeon, and unlike another other space they have visited so far. The walls are bare, the air is thick with the scent of leather and sweat, and there is more equipment than Ana has ever seen before.

There are hoods, gags, and cuffs of every shape and size hanging on hooks in the corner of the room. A large cage is in one corner and a stone table is in the middle of the room. Restrains hang on the walls, and several chairs are propped against the far wall.

Mayfair grabs a whip, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “And this,” she cracks the whip through the air, “is just one of the many instruments of pleasure and pain in this room.”

Ana feels a shiver run through her entire body.

“Are you ready for the practical part of the interview?” Mayfair lowers her voice.

Ana nods eagerly. She has been waiting for this moment since she walked into Mayfair’s office.

Her potential boss walks to the wall and presses a button. A moment later, the door swings open. A woman enters, her toned body barely covered in her leather outfit. She has piercing hazel eyes, petite breasts, and a huge smile on her face.

“This is Grace,” Mayfair gestures to the woman. “She’s one of our subs. Your job is to dominate her.”

Ana’s eyes widen as Grace tilts her head, staring at her with a primal sense of obedience she’s never seen before.

Grace closes her eyes while her domme runs her hands over her dress, lingering on her breasts. She puts her hand beneath Grace’s chin, lifting her face to meet her gaze.

Ana leans in and whispers in Grace’s ear. “I’m gonna make you beg for more.”

Her hand trails to Grace’s crotch, causing her to shiver and goosebumps to appear on her exposed skin.

“Remove your clothes.” Commands Ana, her voice developing a husky tone.

Grace slips out of her dress and stands before Ana, completely nude with her nipples erect and her pussy freshly shaved.

“Get in the cage.” Ana whispers as she walks towards the large metal structure.

She takes a few steps.

“No, don’t walk. Crawl.” There is a mischievous glint in Ana’s eyes.

She drops to all fours and moves slowly but deliberately, elegantly swaying her hips. Ana closes the door behind her.

“Open your mouth.” She instructs Grace while holding up a ring gag. Drool pours out of her mouth and the gag’s straps pull in her cheeks, while her exposed tongue moves around her mouth, unsure where to settle.

Her slave opens her mouth widely, allowing her to secure it. Ana sticks her stiletto through the bars of the cage.

“Clean my shoes.” She commands, her voice filled with authority.

Grace licks the stiletto eagerly, her tongue trailing over the smooth leather and her gaze occasionally flickering up to her mistress.

“Good girl.” Ana is satisfied. “You know what to do.”

Grace continues, her attention fixed on Ana’s every move.

Mayfair is enjoying the scene more than she’d like to admit. Whenever Grace submits to someone, she feels a thrill she hasn’t encountered in years.

“I think I’ve seen enough.” She announces with a small smile. “Ana, you begin tomorrow.”