Club Velvet - Book 2
Copyright© 2025 by Kynlas_DK
Chapter 17
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Frank Devon from Book 1 continues his life and expanding business. I won't give away what happens, but this is book 2 of 3 with lots of story driven and character driven writing. If you are looking for an erotic story with no character development, keep moving. Otherwise, this is about how Frank keeps his business moving, expanding and the new people he meets along the way.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism
Frank woke up first, as he usually did, and went to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for he and Jane. While he was dealing with coffee and eggs and bacon, a wicked thought came to his mind. How far could he push Jane in their new relationship? He had been reading through the WE about this sort of Dom/Sub relationship and wondered if he should accept it and maybe have some fun with Jane exploring it.
He got her collar out of her purse and set it on the counter.
Jane woke up after a while and when she walked into the kitchen, she saw her collar sitting on the counter and stopped to look at it. She knew what it meant and with it sitting on the counter this early in the morning, could only mean one thing. She was going to spend the day serving Frank in any way he wanted and she was going to spend the day as his mindless slave girl.
A flush of arousal started to well up in her belly. Kevin had done this to her in the past, dressing her in slutty clothes for an evening then taking her out to the bars making her show off as they danced together. He made her flash other men as they danced, but never allowed anyone to come near her or touch her. It was all a game and Kevin was good at it.
She and Frank had never played at the game and she had no idea what to expect. It both frightened her and aroused her. What would he make her do? Would she follow Rule 8 all day? Be forced, within the limits of the WE, to have sex with strangers? Would she end up on stage in front of others? The possibilities ran through her mind and body. She reached between her legs and felt her own arousal.
“Honey? Are we going to play today?” she asked, standing next to him.
“I thought we would. We haven’t before, so why not? I’ve been reading up about it and I have found that a safe word is necessary to ensure both parties are safe and comfortable with the game as it progresses. So, do this for me. If something is uncomfortable, but manageable, give me a yellow. If it is not doable and you want it to stop right now, red. Until then, I will assume that it is green and we will continue to play.”
She touched his chest, laying a loving hand on his heart, “Thank you.”
“So when would you like to start?”
“Let me have some coffee first, then we can start.” she said honestly, needing coffee to get her brain working again.
He smiled, “I’ll even give you a chance to shower first. Good?”
She smiled. Glad to be attached to his wonderful guy.
Breakfast, a tender shower together, then Frank picked up the collar and held it open to her. She moved into the collar and Frank clicked it closed. All thought of worry and doubt seemed to fade into the distance as Jane let herself go and simply followed without having to worry or think about anything.
“Good girl. Now my little slave girl, I have to go to the clubs and check in on them all. So, let’s get ready to go.”
“Yes sir.” she said quietly.
Frank clicked a chain leash to the collar and walked her to the door and out to the car. She hadn’t dressed and Frank hadn’t asked her to dress. She was naked to the world and trusting her man to take care of her today.
They drove to the suburban club first. Frank parked in the back of the club and after taking her leash in hand, led her to the back door. He opened it and walked inside. The club was quiet at this hour, dancers arriving and walking to the dressing room to get ready for their day, bar staff prepping the bar for service and the DJ going through light and sound checks. He walked in and went to his office and did the things he needed to do, the money. Jane stood by his side, hands down at her side as Frank sat at his desk counting and dealing with business without even giving her a thought.
Dancers would check in with him, look at Jane standing there with a collar around her neck and a fine chain leash hanging from the collar and not know how to question this.
Lola Belle was the only brave one of the club. “Frank, are you going to introduce me to your new girl?”
Frank sat back in his chair, evaluated his best dancer, “No.”
Lola gave a snort and moved around the desk to stand in front of Jane. “Frank, I’ve known you for a while. This is not like you. What is going on?”
“Fine.” Frank said, then stood up from this desk to stand by Jane. “Lola Belle, this is my partner, plaything and packmate, Jane Morrison. She is and has a very strong sub personality and we are playing today. So, do you need anything from me or from her?” he asked, starting to wonder if he could or should get her to go down on a stranger for his entertainment and hopefully her pleasure.
“Can I touch her?” Lola asked.
“Sure. But if I say stop, you stop.”
She nodded her head and moved to Jane. Lola ran her hands up her arm, to her shoulder. She then ran her hands down her chest over her firm and full breasts then down her flat stomach to the junction of her legs. Lola watched Jane’s face as she teased her, sliding a finger between her labia, feeling her wetness then used two fingers to squeeze her clit making Jane flinch, closing her eyes as a moan escaped lips. The two women maintained eye contact with each other, Lola doing her best to get Jane to break, but Jane breathing heavily through her nose maintaining control.
Lola finally stepped back, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking Jane’s wetness off her fingers while watching her shudder and breathe.
Frank just stood there smiling at the encounter and realized that he was turned on by the scene.
Lola spun on her heels and left the office. Frank unbuttoned his pants and pulled Jane over, bending her over the desk and without even asking, he shoved his erection into Jane’s pussy. She grunted at the intrusion but didn’t stop as Frank used her body until he emptied himself into her body. Jane was breathing hard when Frank finished and relaxed on the cool desk until Frank used a towel between her legs and stood her up next to him.
Jane hadn’t thought much as she stood next to him. When Lola had teased her body, she was barely able to control herself and when Frank used her, she let it all out. He was good at this and she felt even more confident that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
“Jane honey, go find the dressing room, get a shower, then come right back. I am thinking of seeing if you can dance.” Frank said. He unclipped the leash and pointed toward the door. She walked out and quickly found the dressing room while the other women were all talking while getting dressed in various states of undress. They all quieted down when she walked in nude with only a collar around her neck. She smiled to the other women and went to the shower, stepped in and quickly cleaned herself off then dried all the while the other women were watching her.
One of the other women asked, “What’s with the collar? Who did that to you?”
Jane stood proudly, “No one did this to me, I chose this. Frank agreed to take me on as his sub.”
“FRANK!?!” All the women exclaimed.
Lola spoke up, “I had no idea he was into that stuff. He always came across as such a normal sort of guy.”
“Please excuse me, I have to get back to Frank.” Jane said, then left the women all looking completely shocked as Jane left.
Frank met her at the door and took her to the main stage. He put her on the stage then went to the DJ and asked him to play something smooth and easy to dance to. Jane stood naked on the stage, completely unsure of what to do and how to do it. Frank saw her hesitation even as the music started, a soft and sensual sound of a woman singing filled the club. The woman singing asked if he would still love her if she was no longer young and beautiful.
Frank jumped up on the stage and moved to stand behind her. He put his hands on her arms, feeling her nervous energy as he whispered into her ear.
“How do you feel honey?”
“Green.” she said.
“Then what is wrong?”
“I can’t do it. I don’t know how.”
“Close your eyes and listen to me and the music.”
She did, standing in front of Frank while his hands rubbed her arms. He moved his hands to her hips. “Jane honey, listen to the music. Feel the music. Let it move you.” He said while gently applying gentle pressure to her hips, making her move then slowly left and to the right. “Step forward while moving your hips my dear. Now back. The right leg up and then back. Do that again and reach up, try to touch the ceiling, keep moving your hips, let the music keep moving through you.”
Frank waved to the DJ and made sure he kept the music going as Jane kept listening to Frank as he moved her body around the stage. His hands never left her body as he instructed her to move, her eyes tightly closed, his voice soothing her mind as she stepped out of her comfort zone just as her master asked her. She followed his instruction even moving to the stage floor, on her hands and knees pointing her bottom to the audience before moving onto her elbows and back with her legs up flashing her parts to the audience. Though the audience was just employees, either dancers or waitresses, Jane didn’t know that keeping her eyes closed while listening to Frank instruct her.
“Now stand up my dear, the song is about to end so stand up and accept your praise from the audience.”
She did, rising to her feet with her hands above her head as gracefully as she could as the song rang out.
“Open your eyes my love, you are done.”
She did and saw all of the dancers and waitresses all standing at the stage all clapping and cheering for her as her focus changed from Frank’s voice to the real world once again.
She spun around to face Frank who was smiling so big for her. Jane jumped into his arms as she laughed and cried at finally being able to do something that she had failed at so badly before. But with Frank leading her, she did something outside of her comfort zone and succeeded making her master so happy.
“I DID IT! I DID IT!! I DID IT!!” she laughed, cried and cheered while Frank hugged her and laughed along with her.
“Yes you did honey. Look, everyone is happy for you. See?” Frank said, pointing to the audience of dancers and waitresses who continued to clap and cheer for her.
Jane kissed him, her legs going around his torso, as her joy turned into arousal as she dried humped on him as their kissing continued.
Frank managed to walk backstage and away before he and Jane got too caught up in their passion.
Frank sat down on a couch, Jane still attached to Frank’s chest with her legs around his body.
Frank enjoyed her touch, the attention she was giving him, and finally had to stop her. “Jane my dear, do you want to try and do a private dance? Ever done that before?”
“No, I never have. I’ve also never been asked to have sex in public either. My former master didn’t ask me to do that.”
“Well, since you are mine now, guess who is going to learn how to do a private dance.”
“Yes sir.” she said, then got off Frank and waited for him to lead her.
Frank had to adjust himself, feeling quite tight in his pants, and left the dressing room and walked to the private dance area.
One of the other dancers followed them and became the teacher for Jane. KC, the dancer, showed her how to move and what to do and since she was already nude, following Rule 8, she took him into her body with a gentle sigh of pleasure.
They made love in his club, she sitting on his lap facing him, his arms around body, them kissing each other passionately as the song ran out and Frank emptied himself into her body with a grunt of pleasure.
“I knew you could do it.” Frank said to her.
Jane opened her eyes and looked at Frank. Nothing but a loving smile on his face, a look of appreciation as she calmed down from her dance and public sex in the back corner of the club.
“Thank you master.” Jane said softly, her head resting against the side of his.
Frank and Jane cleaned themselves up and Frank left the club wishing everyone a good day and drove across town to the big club.
Frank and Jane made quite a stir when they walked in walking Jane on a leash. Her nude body was fully healed now and looked healthy and vibrant once again. The loving care that Frank had given her as well as the good meals he had fed her, finally showing up on her body.
Frank walked back to the office as the eyes of the dancers and waitresses followed him as he walked through the club.
Is she alright? was asked to the WE by more than one woman in the club, concerned about the woman on a leash.
The WE simply said that Jane was playing a game with Frank and she was just fine.
Jane was once again felt up by a dancer who thought it was wonderful, “Maybe we should have a day together Frank where you lead me around on a leash.”
“That may be nice, but you would have to quit your job. I am not going to be intimate with another employee ever again. That includes you.”
“Oh poo, you’re no fun.” She said, then spun on her toes and walked out making her butt swing as she left.
After Frank was done here, he took Jane to the bank, led her inside and then stood around waiting to do the deposit with her on a leash, nude, in front of everyone. He had the WE quietly tell anyone who saw her that she was playing a game and was not in distress. Many men and women were concerned when they saw Jane standing next to a clothed man leading her around on a leash.
The day ended with Jane and Frank making vigorous love until they both fell asleep exhausted.
Marshall Trent entered the ball room, papers in hand, and took the dias in front of the cameras of the local and a couple of national news agencies.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me today.
As many of you know, I had the privilege of serving alongside the late Congressman Kevin Morrison as his Chief of Staff and trusted advisor during his years of distinguished public service. Kevin was more than a legislator—he was a leader, a mentor, and a tireless advocate for the people of this district.
In recent weeks, news has surfaced regarding Kevin’s widow, Jane Morrison. While I have nothing but compassion for Jane and the unimaginable loss she suffered, I must express my deep concern for her current wellbeing. Jane has endured significant trauma and, according to multiple sources, spent the last year in a state of psychological instability and isolation. Though I am pleased she has re-entered public life, I do not believe it is in her best interest—or the public’s—that she be thrust into a position of political visibility or financial decision-making without proper safeguards in place.
I have formally requested a review by the WE to assess the appropriateness of her current living situation and to ensure she receives the medical and psychological care she deserves. This is not a punitive measure, but a necessary one, taken with the utmost care and concern for her future.
In light of these developments, and after much discussion with our community leaders and supporters, I am announcing my candidacy for the congressional seat once held by Congressman Morrison. I do so not to erase his legacy, but to protect it. To build upon the foundations we laid together and to ensure that our district continues to have strong, stable, and experienced leadership.
Let us move forward with dignity, transparency, and the respect this office—and its history—demands.
Thank you.”
Marshall stood in behind the dais and took a few questions, but Frank had muted the sound on the TV, too shocked and offended to listen to that self-righteous prick. Jane was wealthy, could buy any support or counseling available in the whole world, but this asshole stood there suggesting that she be put in a hospital instead of living with people who love her.
Has he really asked you to review Jane’s living conditions and family?
He has and we reported that she is healthy both mentally and physically. The WE reported all of our findings to him and he received them. Why his words are as such we do not know, but lying isn’t a problem, but if something happens to Jane without approval, then the WE will take action.
Are we safe or do I need to get a lawyer involved?
You are safe.
Thank you.
“Honey!” Frank said, yelling from the couch.
“Here!” Jane said, from another part of his home.
“Did you see the press conference?”
Jane came around the corner, a shirt in her hand and looked at Frank. “Yes I saw it. It is all over social media. That asshole makes it look like I’m in danger or something.” NNNNGGGGG!!! Jane grunted, stomping her foot obviously pissed.
“I agree babe. I agree.” Frank said, but remained on the couch letting his mind wonder what can be done about it. Violence is out of the question and since he is connected to the government, that wouldn’t work. Also, the WE don’t like violence so doubly no-go. He thought about sending him a sternly worded letter, but that didn’t seem to have the impact he needed.
As he turned the problem over and over he finally came across the idea of holding a counter press conference letting Jane speak out the truth of her situation.
He got up and went to the bedroom where she was putting a few things away in the closet that they had picked up after arriving in town.
“Hun, what do you think about having a press conference?” He asked her while leaning on the door jam to the bedroom.
She looked up at him, clearly thinking about what he had said. “Well, I’ve done them before of course, why? What are you thinking?”
“Since I can’t go and beat the man with my fists, which I want to do of course, why don’t we get you in front of the cameras so that you can tell everyone the truth. So you can tell everyone how well you are doing and what you went through before I found you.”
She tapped her lip thinking about it. She put a couple of other shirts in the closet, still letting the idea roll around in her head, until she was done and stood in front of Frank. He had waited for her out wisely doing so, “I suppose we should. I have a few ideas about what to say, but I’ve never liked doing them. But giving a testimonial of what I did to survive and how much better I am with you and what we are forming with Lisa and the others, well that is a story that I think will like to know about.”
Frank just smiled at her glad to see her coming out of her shell and standing on her own two feet. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled in for tender kisses. “I am so proud of you my dear.”
“Me too, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Where then? Here or St Louis or even Chicago?”
“Not St Louis I think. I suppose Chicago is the only place we could do it. Metro doesn’t get the notoriety that Chicago or St Louis does. I guess Chicago is the best place to do it.”
“I agree.” She agreed, resting her head against his chest just letting the thump-thump-thump of his heart sooth her mind and soul.
“When do you think we should head up?”
“This weekend would be good. We could do it on Monday and I would be the focus of attention for several days in a row. ‘Widow Comes Forward, Survives Husband’s Death.’ or some sort of stuff like that.” Jane said, laughing at the fictional headlines.
Frank laughed as well and then arranged for plane tickets to Chicago and let Lisa know that they were coming to town. She asked if they needed to be picked up but Frank said that it wasn’t necessary. Cate met them at the airport where hugs and kisses were exchanged all around.
They went to the apartment and relaxed while being a family once again.
“Jane, what are you going to say on Monday?” Brianna asked, dressed in sweats and a hoodie. It was her week off, so she was the only one at home when they arrived.
“I’m pretty sure I have the script all ready. Do you want to read through it?”
“Sure.”
Jane sent her the words that she was going to use and Brianna read through them. “I’m not educated and all, but that is really good. Did all of that stuff really happen to you? You really were near death when Frank found you?”
“Yes, yes I was.”
Brianna gave Jane a tender hug as they relaxed together on the couch.
The weekend passed quickly. Frank took Jane to the club on Saturday evening with her collar on and nothing else. He was leading her on a leash once again and made quite the statement when he walked in leading her. The WE had to once again let everyone know that they were playing a game and that she was perfectly fine. Needless to say, several people waiting in line at the front door thought about how to get their wives and girlfriends interested in playing that game.
Monday came around and Frank, Jane, Cate and Lisa all stood together outside of the ballroom where the press conference was being held. Cate had sent out a press release announcing that Kevin Morrison’s widow was going to address the media to answer some of the things that Kevin’s old chief of staff had alleged.
The four of them entered the big room and Jane nearly froze when she saw a hundred news cameras and reporters all sitting in front of the small stage and lectern emblazoned with the hotel’s logo.
Frank took her hand, gave her a squeeze while Lisa hugged her from the other side. The four of them moved to the lectern and Cate took the microphone first.
“Good morning everyone. My name is Catherine Hollis and I am Jane Morrison’s lawyer. I am here to lay out some ground work for how this is going to work today. Jane is going to read a prepared statement, then answer a few questions. She is going to answer as many as she can, but since this is a very personal matter, we may stop sooner than expected. So please, be patient with us. I now get to introduce my friend, Jane Morrison.”
Catherine “Cate” said, then stepped aside. Cameras flanked the back wall, red lights blinking to life as broadcasters went live. The air buzzed with anticipation, and then the burst—click-click-click—of camera shutters filled the room, loud and relentless, like static wrapped in rhythm.
Jane held a simple sheet of paper in her hands and stepped forward. She opened the paper, her hands trembling and sweat forming on her brow. This was different, she was front and center, unlike when Kevin did this. He had always been so good at this, but here she was and it was showing.
“Good morning. I have just a brief statement to make.
My name is Jane Morrison—widow of Congressman Kevin Morrison, and mother to two incredible daughters, Elizabeth and Catherine. Some of you may remember me from the campaign trail or news photos, standing quietly beside my husband. But that was another life—a life that vanished with the same terrible silence that took Kevin’s plane.
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