by Karen Nappa
Yvonne lifted her eyes to her obediently. The vision of Kate blurred with tears.
“How was your day?”
Yvonne’s stomach tensed. “Okay, I guess.”
“Okay good or okay, could be better?” Kate probed. “And why?”
“Could be better. Umm, why? I heard some disturbing things at work. People talked bad things about the cafe, and I didn’t really get it. It doesn’t seem a big problem, but altogether it did take away the fun for me today. And then my aunt and uncle…” her voice trailed off at the last word.
“What about them?” Kate inquired.
“He is not doing well. My uncle is sick; my aunt isn’t getting any younger. I’m afraid she can’t handle it, and my time here is limited.” Her voice trailed off. She had considered staying longer but only had a six-month visa. Chris stroked her back, and even through the blanket she could feel the calluses on his big warm hand.
Kate inclined her head. “Coping with pain, experiencing pain isn’t a mere physical thing. It’s just as much mental. Maybe even more. The mind rules over the body. When your head is not in the right place, your body can’t endure and doesn’t need the same things it usually can and does. For instance, a runner might do a five-mile course almost effortlessly one day and struggle to finish three or maybe even one mile another. Same runner, same body, different mindset. And I’m not even talking about hormones that can seriously screw up your endurance.”
Her voice grew stern as she continued. “So, don’t think you have to hang on in a scene because you could handle more the last time. You’re lucky you’re with a great Dom who knew when to stop because you were too proud to use your safeword. Remember, you’re not obligated to play just because one of us asks.” With a last hard stare and a firm nod to Chris, Kate walked off to continue her DM duty.
Thank heavens the night was quiet, Kate thought as she helped Jim by untying Paula’s hands as he held his spaced out wife. Aside from cleaning and a helping hand nothing invigorating had crossed her path after what happened with Yvonne. With her mind on her subs, she doubted she would have managed something more strenuous.
With a, “thank you, Kate,” Jim carried his melda away. Kate shook her head at the fancy pet name. Jim turned out to be a big Tolkien fan and he had given Paula an Elvish name, because she objected to the term slave. Kate cleaned and stuffed away Jim’s toys and took care of the rest of the room.
She cast a glance at the beautiful blond couple. Jim stroked Paula’s arms and shoulders. “You’re so beautiful and giving, melda.” Jim murmured and kissed his wife on the forehead. “Your submission means so much to me.”
Kate turned back to the spanking bench, and she resumed cleaning with slow movements. As a 24/7 TPE Master Jim wanted control in all aspects of Paula’s life and she hadn’t wanted to give it. The way Jim and Paula had compromised to make their needs fit had been exemplary. Kate could admit to herself she owed the couple for showing her how to work together towards a goal before Chris suggested a ménage. Even with a hiccup like tonight’s scene, their relationship seemed to work wonderfully. Relationship! I’m in a relationship with the man who’s haunted my dreams for years and a beautiful giving submissive masochist. Kate smiled brightly and resumed her cleaning with a little more vigor.
Chapter Five
Yvonne wiggled her butt. She was stark naked except for the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, and a spreader bar held her wide open. Kate had secured the wrist cuffs to the bedpost with chains that clanged ominously every time Yvonne moved. Her feet dangled from the bed and her ass was on the edge of the mattress – her pussy available for anything Kate wanted to do.
They were alone in the master bedroom. Chris was working overtime on a BlackSmith project and had left again after dinner with a lascivious kiss from them both, a resounding smack on Yvonne’s ass, and a, “good luck, angel,” whispered in her ear. It had her a bit worried about what Kate had planned.
She wiggled again and strained her neck to see what Kate was doing.
“Getting antsy, angel?”
Her head plopped back on the pillow. “A bit.”
“Who are you addressing, sub?” Kate’s words lashed harder than a whip.
“Mistress!” Yvonne squeaked.
“That slip just cost you the warmup I was preparing.” Kate showed her the suede flogger, and Yvonne pouted. The heavy thudding of the strands was like a massage and both Kate and Chris were masters with it. Kate leaned in for a kiss and tugged on Yvonne’s bottom lip before pulling back.
Kate smiled and stroked her thumb over the small hurt before she patted Yvonne’s cheek. “For any cramps or discomfort use yellow. Red or Apple make the scene stop, okay?”
Yvonne nodded and let out a shuddering breath. I can do this. Whatever this is.
“Let’s not make you wait any longer or your head might explode.”
Kate pushed a rolling chair between Yvonne’s legs and settled with a box in her hands. She adjusted Yvonne’s position, so her ass was even more over the edge and the chains pulled taut.
“Not too much strain on your arms?”
Yvonne shook her head. “No, Mistress.”
“That’s good, because that’s not where I want tension.”
Kate pressed something sticky on Yvonne’s left butt cheek and repeated the movement on the other side. Next, she lifted the box from beside Yvonne’s hip.
At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then a tickling and prickling sensation had her muscles contracting.
“Electrodes?” Yvonne lifted her head again, but she couldn’t see what Kate was doing.
“Yes, my dear. This is an adjusted TENS device. I wonder if I can make you come without any additional stimulation?”
Yvonne tried to answer, but as soon as she opened her mouth the tapping sensation turned into little needles and her head flopped back again. Electro-play could plain hurt, but in the hands of a skilled sadist, it had the power to send her into ecstasy.
Just as with the flogger, Kate proved to be a master with the device as well. She worked Yvonne again and again to the brink of orgasm, only to dial back or replace the contact pads and stimulate different areas of Yvonne’s lower half. The TENS clenched and unclenched her muscles. Depending on the placement of the electrodes it came close to orgasm. The knowledge that Kate controlled those contractions and their intensity was heady.
By the time Yvonne was ready to beg for release, the bedroom door opened, and Chris halted on the threshold. “Now, isn’t that a sight for a tired and hardworking man.”
“Hey, imp, how about you take a shower and join us. Our angel has been a very good girl and she deserves to come.”
“Does she now?” Chris grinned. “Then I’d better make it quick, because our Mistress could probably do with a good hard fucking, too, right?”
As Chris turned to go, Kate's full attention landed back on her. With a wicked grin, Kate lifted the device and ever so slowly lowered her hand to the dial. Yvonne lay still and watched breathlessly. It was probably that helpless feeling even more so than the physical stimulus that made playing with Kate so amazing.
Kate looked around the main room of Club Indigo on Saturday night. The club hadn’t seen this many people in weeks, and she enjoyed seeing many of her friends. Apparently, work and family lives kept them away. Instead of splitting up and playing, the attendees huddled together in the lounge.
They’d been talking about the club and its members when Mitch broached a subject which had bugged Kate for a while, too. “The munch is important for the Club, since our goal is to help the kinksters in Kansas City experience BDSM in a safe environment.”
Mitch waited for Sonja and Derek, who just walked in, to join the group before he continued, “We need more club regulars at the munch or it’s going to die. Last month it was just Kate, Julie and I with ten new people. That kind of balance won’t fly. It’s not a lot to ask the rest of you to turn up once in a while.”
James rubbed his ha
nd over his mouth. “You’re right, of course. We haven’t been since we got Josh. We owe that munch a lot. It’s how I found Laura again.”
Kate remembered that particular munch like it was yesterday. New to the lifestyle, Laura had avoided James rather than communicate and it had taken a lot of effort and patience from James to coax her into a conversation, let alone a relationship. They had been through a lot, but it had only made them and their bond stronger. Now they were married and had adopted a son.
Kate watched her friend closely, but Laura had only eyes for her Husband Dom. She melted at the expression on Laura’s face when James turned to her.
“What do you think, hon? Josh is old enough to be by himself for an evening, isn’t he?”
Laura agreed, “Count us in for next week.”
Jim looked at his wife. “Have you ever been to the munch?”
While it had been challenging for James to convince Laura to try a D/s relationship, Jim’s effort to get Paula into a 24/7 TPE dynamic had been as difficult as destroying The One Ring for Frodo. It was beyond Kate’s comprehension how love worked, but Jim and Paula had figured out their relationship and it seemed to work for them. Jim looked more relaxed and more contented with his wife nearby – whether it was kneeling at his feet or cuddled into his side, like she was now – and Paula glowed with happiness.
“No, Sir. Sounds like fun, though.” Paula tried wiggle free but was hindered by the arm around her waist. She scowled but schooled her face in a respectful and pleasant expression when Jim raised his eyebrow at her.
Interesting interaction! Will Chris, Yvonne and I someday be able to speak without words?
“We’re in, too, barring a crime wave.” Jim quipped and Kate had to laugh – her wishful thinking to the backburner of her mind. With both Jim and Paula working as detectives a crime wave might put a stop to their plans, although they worked different departments.
Derek turned to Sonja. “Would you like to go?”
“Sure. Munches are fun. Besides, I met Suzie at that munch.” The voluptuous dark woman didn’t hesitate.
“We’ll be there, too, Mitch.” Derek stroked the back of Sonja’s neck.
“Excellent.” Mitch slapped his knees and relaxed in his chair. “I’m taking the night off. The six of you should be enough to cover for me. You won’t be completely on your own. Kate and Bob have already committed.”
“Don’t forget us,” Sandra added to the conversation. “Ruby and I will be there, too.”
The thirty-something submissive bumped shoulders with her best friend, who bobbed her head vigorously. They looked like polar opposites – Ruby was covered in tattoos and piercings, her hair short and spiky with orange and black highlights, while Sandra’s looks practically screamed ‘girl next door.’
“That’s what I like to see – members coming forward once a need is made known.” The slightly accented voice came from behind Kate and she half turned in her chair to notice a beautiful Latina she hadn’t seen in more than ten months.
Mitch jumped from his chair to give his partner in the club a quick hug. “I’m not sure everyone here knows Elena, one of our founding members.”
Kate stood. “Elena, how good to see you.” She hugged the other Domme. “And how nice to have another dominant female around.” Under the stage name Catalina, Romulus and Remus, Elena did a touring BDSM show. In high demand, she wasn’t in town often and had even performed in Europe and Asia.
After a round of greetings, Elena settled in with them.
“Where are the boys, Elena?” Sonja hinted to Elena’s two submissive partners.
“I gave them the weekend off. We’ve been working hard on a new show and we’re doing some classes and demos while we’re on tour.”
“What kind of classes?” Kate was curious if she could learn something new from Elena. The Domme had been paramount in Kate’s early years and she hadn’t realized how she missed her former Mentor.
“I’m going to do one on fire play and another on wax play as well as being on a panel about performing at Kinky Kollege in Chicago next month.”
Ruby leaned forward with sparkling eyes. “I’ve always wanted to try wax play. Any chance you might do a workshop here before you leave again? I volunteer to bottom for you.”
Kate narrowed her eyes. Ruby was forward for a submissive and Kate was curious how the Domme would react.
“I’ll think about it. Good to know there’s interest.” Elena’s voice was non-committal. “I did set up a demo for tonight, though. Is anyone interested in learning about fire cupping?”
“We are,” Derek said in a strong voice.
Kate swept her gaze to the recently formed couple in surprise.
Sonja shook her head and Elena looked right at her. “Are you, Sonja?”
Sonja hummed like she was contemplating the idea. “Actually I think fire is for cooking.”
Laughter erupted at Sonja’s witty comeback. Derek tugged on her hair and murmured in her ear, “Brat.” Before raising his voice – his tone serious, “Do you need to use your safeword?”
“No, Sir, let’s talk first.” Sonja batted her eyelashes at Derek. She was a handful, but she seemed to get along well with the bearded social worker, and she deserved a relationship with a committed Dom.
Elena addressed the curvy submissive, sounding firm and friendly like the self-assured Domme she was, “I’m aware you aren’t a masochist, Sonja. But you will feel no heat. The fire won’t touch you, and you will only feel the suction.”
“But I’ve seen the marks on people. The cups leave big bruises,” Sonja interjected.
Elena’s pearly whites flashed in her tanned face, and her eyes sparkled. “Oh yes, the cup will leave a mark and depending on how long it stays on it can last for days or even weeks.” Elena wasn’t as sadistic as Kate, but leaving a mark was a huge turn on for dominants. “But it will not be painful. The marks are more like giant hickeys.”
Sonja’s shoulders almost touched her ears, but she addressed Derek. “Why do you want to try it?”
“Good question.” Derek tilted his head to the side. “I want to try this to help you with your headaches, stiff shoulders and sore back. It’s a two-thousand-year-old treatment, baby girl, and Elena has a lot of experience with it.”
Now Kate understood why Derek wanted Sonja to try it, she couldn’t approve more. Would Sonja dare to try, though?
Elena inclined her head. “I do and your Dom is right. Actually, it’s like an inverse massage. You’ll feel the suction and some warmth from the rim of the cup but no pain or burning.”
Sonja chewed her bottom lip before she agreed, “Okay, I’ll try it.”
Interesting! Sonja tended to be extremely cautious and Kate had rarely seen her try new things. Derek was having a good influence on her and Kate liked what she saw.
The impromptu meeting ended abruptly with most of the crowd opting to watch the cupping demonstration. As Kate was familiar with the technique, she looked around for Chris. According to their contract, she had right to him during club time. She had the later shift for DM duty, and she would like to torture him for a while beforehand. She had a sounding kit waiting for him. Where had the man gone? She had seen him when she came in and she was positive he hadn’t gone into the main room for the demo.
She halted James and Laura, who might know where her imp went. “Hi guys. Did y’all see Chris?”
“Hi” James had his wife and submissive firmly against his side. “Afraid not.” He studied Kate. “I heard you had quite the scene with him and that Dutch girl?”
“We did!” She stood taller. “And the three of us have a contract now.”
“That’s wonderful, Kate,” Laura stroked her collar in an unconscious but alluring gesture. “I’m so glad you two have finally acted on your mutual attraction.”
“I misunderstood things for a while.” She scanned the room as they talked and finally spotted him behind the bar. “There he is. I’ll have to catch up with you later.
Enjoy the demo.”
Mealybugs! If he was bartending, he wouldn’t be free until she went on duty. They would need to talk to Mitch about coordinating their schedules. She expected to be able to play with her subs when they were at the club, even if they hadn’t planned a scene in advance.
She took a seat in the middle of the otherwise empty bar. Chris stood directly across from her with his back to her stacking glasses, and she took a few moments to admire his tight, muscular ass. When she had looked her fill and he still hadn’t turned around, she considered throwing a pretzel at him, but cleared her throat instead. “Barkeep, could I get some service please?”
Chris jumped as if hit by her imaginary pretzel. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s fine. I was enjoying the view.” She grinned at him. “The only things that would make it better would be if your ass were bare and marked. I was tempted to climb the bar and bite it, it looks so delectable.”
Would wonders never cease? She hadn’t imagined Chris was capable of blushing.
“Would you like something to drink, Mistress?”
“Sparkling water with lemon, please.”
Chris brought her drink and put it in front of her. “Will that be all, Mistress?”
“Yes. You can hold the ‘mistress’ for the next little while. Don’t get me wrong. I like hearing it, but I’d like to have a conversation with you right now and all the mistress-ing gets in the way of that.”
“It seemed appropriate to me at the club, but it’s your call. What would you like to talk about?”
She took a long pull on her drink. “We need to coordinate our volunteer schedules. When do you come off the bar?”
“Ten pm.”
“That’s what I was afraid of. I’m DM-ing from ten to midnight.”
“I see what you mean about the schedules. Would you like me to take care of it?”
She loved how he went out of his ways to please her. “No, you’re stuck here for now. I can talk to Mitch. Uh, Chris, uh…” She paused. “…I owe you an apology for calling you a liar after our first scene. I’m also sorry I called it ‘nice.’ It was insulting and I did it deliberately.”
