by Erin Noelle
We’re really focusing on my control issues as well. As much as she thinks that Leo is a terrific friend and applauds his selflessness in pretty much taking care of me over the past near-decade, she says his submission to me one hundred percent of the time only fuels the issue. It allows me to think that my behaviors are acceptable and appropriate. I tell her about him orally pleasuring me each night after I’ve had my way with some random guy, and she makes me realize how deplorable and offensive that is. I apologize to him constantly, but he always shrugs it off and tells me that all he wants is for me to be happy.
I never thought I’d be the type of person to read self-help books, much less get anything out of them, but Dr. Donias has recommended some really good ones, along with some helpful websites. I recognize why I feel the need to control everything — I believe I can manipulate the outcome of a situation based on what I think is the best thing for myself. Contrary to that belief though, I don’t always know what the best thing for myself is, and I’ll never be able to control other people’s thoughts and actions; so basically, I’m setting myself up for eventual disappointment and failure. She is a huge fan of Lucca, and thinks he’s a positive influence as I attempt to tackle the art of surrender. I’ve got a long way to go before I get there, but I’m moving in the right direction at least.
The other project that I’ve been working on during the day is taking online business classes. Since I obviously won’t be getting another teaching job in the New York public school system anytime soon — they tend to frown upon immediate resignations with no good reason — I’ve been thinking about opening a private music school for underprivileged kids at some point in the future. I have the capital to get it started, but I don’t know much about running a business, and it’s something I would want to be hands on with not just hire people to run the school for me. Feeling the satisfaction in giving back to those children — similar to how I felt when I was at the school — is something that I’m striving towards.
I’ve definitely made huge progress in this short amount of time, but I’ve not given up on my plan. Not one bit. The Night of Serendipity at Sequestered is this coming Saturday, and I have full intentions of attending and hopefully finding Mr. Jeffrey Lancaster engaged in disgracefully unacceptable acts of debauchery.
The day has finally arrived and Travis has come through like always, giving me almost ten pages of Lancaster’s ins and outs. As I sit in my bubble bath, pouring over the various notes tracking his behavior, it appears that he is very much the switch. I see the pattern clear as day; every other meeting he switches dominant-submissive-dominant-submissive, like clockwork. Assuming he doesn’t deviate from this, he will be submissive for the new member induction.
“Perfect,” I think to myself. Pulling the drain on my bubble bath, my routine comes back to me as if I did it yesterday. I grab the plush towel and pat myself dry.
“Kanebo Sensai, why are you so heavenly?” I whisper to myself with a grin as my skin screams in delight.
I slip on my black silk robe and lightly dance into the kitchen. Grabbing the Chevalier-Montrachet, something immediately feels off, and as I turn the bottle into the glass, only two drops seep out. Frustrated momentarily, I reach to the bottom rack of the wine chiller, a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti, my favorite burgundy, waits for me. I pop the cork, pour myself a quarter glass, and head back to the bathroom.
The eyeliner and mascara go on a little extra thick tonight. After applying a dab of blush, I playfully pop myself with shimmery powder. My mouth salivates as the cherry lip gloss glides on seamlessly, and I take just a small taste.
“Mmm, perfect!” I grin widely and blow a kiss at the mirror.
The wine goes down more easily than usual as I blow-dry my hair and then straighten it with the flat-iron. Gently shimmying the robe off my shoulders, I giggle at myself as I hang it back in its place; I’ve not felt this kind of excitement in quite a while. I fling open the closet and pull out my chosen outfit for the night, a silver-studded, black leather lace-up corset with a matching leather miniskirt. The skirt goes on without a hitch, but the corset I’m going to need help cinching up. As I’m putting on the black stilettos, I hear a knock at the door.
Lucca is escorting me instead of Leo. Once he found out about the plan, he insisted he be there for security purposes. Thankfully, Leo didn’t balk at his request — not that he has the final say anyhow — but instead, gives us both pointers for things to look out for. He’ll still be helping out in other ways. I’m concerned Lucca’s jealousy may get the best of him if he sees me with another guy, but he swears to me he understands I’m there to do a job, and that unless he thinks I’m in danger, he won’t interfere. We’ve discussed things I won’t do, which is primarily intercourse with someone else.
Rushing to the entrance, an extremely handsome Lucca — dressed in an all-black designer suit — waits for me with a smile. I’ve seen him dressed up once before, but this is on another level. He looks like he just walked off a Gucci billboard in Times Square, and now I’m wondering if I’ll be the one to get jealous if another woman approaches him.
“Wow,” we say in unison, then burst out in laughter.
“Come in, come in. I’m almost ready,” I say, kissing him hard on the mouth. “You look fantastic.”
Following me inside, he squeezes my ass through the miniskirt. “I think I like you dressed in leather, devil woman.”
“Anytime you’d like, Mr. Ellis,” I quip back.
Prior to today, I had tiny surveillance cameras sewn into my corset and attached to his tie. We’ve been told that we’ll not be allowed to bring anything inside with us — no purses, jackets, wallets, or anything else — only the clothes we’re wearing, so I’ve gone through great expense to have these undetectable devices attached to our clothing. Leo will be monitoring the feed from a nearby parking lot. Only one hour of footage is recordable, so he’ll determine on the laptop when to begin.
Ever since Lucca and I got back together, my relationship with Leo has been improving as well. I think he sees the positive changes in me, and is truly happy that I seem to be getting my life somewhat together. The two of them get along better than I could’ve ever hoped for — not that they are best friends and go out for beers without me, but they both appreciate the role the other plays. I need both of them in my life and they both accept that. The three of us working together as a team tonight brings me great joy.
Half an hour later, we pull up to what appears to be another dingy warehouse in the industrial part of Queens. If it wasn’t for the other luxury cars in front of us, waiting their turn to pull up to the valet attendants, I’d definitely think we are in the wrong place. Once it’s our turn, the doors are opened and we are ushered into the building. The first room we enter is a check-in room where a busty redhead confirms our identification and collects all our personal belongings. Satisfied with the results after running our names through the computer system, she looks up at us and smiles. “Ah, two new inductees. Welcome to the club, and I hope you enjoy your Night of Serendipity.”
The plan is to present ourselves as a couple in which he likes to watch me dominate other men, but we’re going to play it by ear. Neither of us knows what to expect except for what Travis has told us; I trust Lucca to stay by my side and intervene if things get carried away. The nervous energy buzzing through my body continues to grow at a rapid pace the closer we get to being inside.
We’re then buzzed through a massive gray door, where we’re then transported into another universe. I can’t help but to stand there gaping at my surroundings, but Lucca quickly nudges my shoulder to get me to move. The main area of the warehouse has been transformed to look like we’re walking outside in the streets of Paris — complete with cobblestone roads, light posts with street signs in French, and stars twinkling overhead. A full bar spans the width of the room across the back wall, and while some people amble around the open area, others lounge around bistro tables and on benches. Most of th
e men are dressed in suits, but the women’s ensembles range from sequined cocktail dresses to stark naked. Several of the men have their partners on a leash, which is something I’ve never seen in real-life before, and again, I have to consciously tell myself not to stare.
Lucca guides me by the elbow towards the bar and orders us each a drink. Taking it from him without even paying attention to what it was, I take a big mouthful from the rocks glass and relish the warmth sliding down the back of my throat as I swallow. It’s just the jolt I need to refocus myself on the mission. The first thing we need to do is locate Jeffrey Lancaster, so we begin to mingle with the other guests, never straying far from one another.
About twenty minutes after we arrive, a gentleman’s voice booms over a public address system, welcoming everyone and explaining that each of the faux store fronts on one side of the room are entrances to different “themed” rooms, while the ones on the opposite side are either private rooms or viewing rooms. Things begin to grow a little more interesting shortly after the announcement; some of the less modest people begin to perform random sex acts out in front of everyone, while others wander behind closed doors. I still haven’t seen him yet, and I begin to grow a bit worried that he’s not going to show.
As if he can hear my thoughts, Lucca’s gruff voice whispers into my ear before kissing the back of my neck, “Don’t look, but I’ve spotted him at your nine o’ clock. He’s not alone.”
Smiling, I continue to half-pay attention to the conversation between the two couples in front of us, until I can manage to direct my focus to where Jeffrey stands without him noticing. Based on the way she’s dressed, the woman he’s paired up with is most definitely a Domme. I’m not sure how this plays into our plan, but I’m hopeful that perhaps they’ll do all the work for us. As they begin to move towards the themed rooms, I catch Lucca’s gaze and communicate to him I want to follow them. Excusing myself from the discussion, we trail far enough behind them to not look suspicious, but once they go into one of the rooms, my stomach tightens into a hard knot. It’s the moment of truth.
Nodding my head, we disappear behind the same door into a room like I’ve never quite seen before. It’s what I imagine a BDSM dungeon would look like; there are several St. Andrew’s crosses mounted to the walls, pommel-horse-looking contraptions and other restraint tables are scattered across the room, and one wall is lined with every type of whip, belt, chain, and flogger one could possibly imagine. Loud music fills the space, muffling out the screams and the sound of leather whipping against bare flesh. Numerous couples are engaged in various activities, while several others are sitting on love seats and chairs watching.
Picking up on my apprehension, Lucca leads me to one of the loungers where we can sit down to observe for a while. Jeffrey and his partner head straight to one of the empty crosses. He quickly strips and places his clothes on a side table before getting on his knees, his eyes fixated on the floor as he waits for her. She chooses her instruments of pleasure and pain and seductively walks back over to him. Then, not bothering to remove her leather one-piece jumpsuit, she straps a black collar around his neck that is attached to a metal chain and proceeds to walk him around the room like a dog. Stopping in front of each of the couples who are viewing, she allows them to pet him before moving on to the next one. When she reaches us, she instructs him to halt and greets each of us with a smile.
“Would you like to pet my dog?” she asks me sweetly.
As much as I don’t want to, I’m afraid of what she’ll say or do if I refuse. Reaching out hesitantly, I barely touch the top of his head.
“Do you not like my pet? Has he been a bad dog?” she asks me.
“I… I’m not sure,” I answer warily. “I’m not familiar with his behaviors.”
Tilting her head at me, she says in a disapproving tone, “I think you know that he’s been bad and aren’t telling me. Is that the case?”
I shake my head no. She leans forward, places her hand under my chin, and smiles reasuringly. “It’s okay, sweetie; you don’t have to say anything. He likes to be punished. Come with me,” she instructs me. Then spinning around on her heeled boot, she drags him back to the cross and restrains him to it.
Hesitantly, I stand up and follow her, giving Lucca one last you-better-not-let-anything-happen-to-me look. Once I’m standing next to her, she hands me a cat o’ nine tails and grins wickedly. “You’re too timid and stiff. Being here is about letting it all go — no rules, no inhibitions, and no one to pass judgment. I could feel the tension radiating from you sitting over there with your partner, so I’m going to give you the opportunity to take it out on mine.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, still in disbelief.
“Absolutely. Like I told you, he enjoys it. Plus, tonight is all about teaching our new members. So… have at it; he’s all yours.”
“Can I watch you first?” I ask, looking down at the intimidating adult toy in my hands.
Laughing, she grabs a whip similar to the one she’s handed me. “With pleasure, doll.”
My eyes are fixated on the two of them over the next five minutes as she beats the shit out of him and he begs for more. I’m in shock watching the scene play out in front of me. She stops and looks at me, indicating that it’s my turn. Cautiously I step up to him and begin to mimic her actions. The first few swats lack any power behind them, but as she urges me on, I begin to hit him harder and harder. Before I know it, I’m envisioning him as my father, and I’m unleashing all of my pent up emotions. For ten solid minutes, I deliver blow after blow on his bare skin, leaving slashes and welts all over his body. I’m pouring in sweat, and my adrenaline is higher than it’s ever been when I force myself to stop and hand her back the whip.
“Don’t you feel better?” she asks, chuckling.
“You have no idea,” I reply through labored breaths.
“Now I want to watch you fuck your boy. We can leave dog here; he’s not going anywhere.”
Leading me back over to Lucca, she looks at him and says, “Stand and strip. My friend here is ready to fuck you.”
Being the dominant personality that he is, I’m afraid he’s going to tell her no, but he stands up and removes his clothes quickly. Seeing him naked in front of me and ready for the taking, sends my already humming body into overdrive. I barely notice her unlacing my corset or my skirt being unzipped; my eyes are locked on Lucca’s Adonis-like body and raging erection. From behind me, she helps me step out of my shoes and skirt, and then slides the top the rest of the way off. I know there are other people in the room — some of them possibly watching — but I can’t find it in myself to care right now. I need to feel Lucca inside me now.
He sits back down on the small sofa, his eyes glued to mine, and I climb up to straddle his lap, my dripping pussy hovering right above his cock. Then, without wasting another second, I impale myself on top of him, taking the entire shaft in one thrust. Moaning, he throws his head back into the cushion as his hands clutch my hips. I lift up off of him, only to repeat the motion. Over and over again, I bury his hard cock deep inside of me; frantically and feverishly, I ride him until I feel that sweet release take over my body. I can tell he’s at his breaking point as well, and with an unspoken word between the two of us, our bodies detonate together, and I shatter into a million pieces on top of him.
“Great job. The first one with an audience is always the hardest,” a female voice says low in my ear.
I had completely tuned out everyone else by the end, and I can’t move my limp body right now, even if I’d want to. I hear her heels on the floor walking away from us, and I nuzzle my face into Lucca’s neck.
“Are you okay?” he whispers as he rubs his hands up and down my back, comforting me.
Nodding slightly against him, “I’m perfect,” I answer.
Once we redress, we exit the smaller room and rejoin the large crowd in the main area. Not wanting to leave immediately and look suspicious, we have another drink and mingle about a littl
e longer. I’m itching to get out of there; even after having that mind-blowing orgasm, watching the other people engage in intimacies has me all hot-and-bothered again almost immediately. I know Lucca’s feeling it too because he can’t keep his hands and mouth off of me.
Finally, we leave the party and rush back to my apartment. Leo texts that he’ll bring over the footage the following day, so as soon as we get through the front door, we shed our clothes and become a tangled mess of limbs, and gasp through mouths that can’t be fed fast enough. We somehow stumble our way into my bedroom; however, once we’re in there, he puts the brakes on our frantic movements and begins to make slow and deliberate love to me.
After he makes my body tremble, quiver, and quake, time and time again, we both collapse onto the pillows, breathlessly. Once I can speak again, I ask him cautiously, “What did you think about tonight?”
He pulls me closer to him so that my head is lying on his chest so he can run his fingers through my hair. “At first, I was kind of in shock. Even though I knew that’s what we were going to, actually seeing it in front of my own eyes was a little different. Then I got really nervous for you when she took you over to whip Lancaster, but once you got into it, I could see your frustration and rage letting loose. Your eyes had this glazed-over look when you came back to me, and I was so hot for you. I knew you were high on the adrenaline, and I’ve never been so turned on.”
He pauses to kiss the top of my head and move his caressing hand to my back. Chuckling softly, he admits, “I’ve never had sex with an audience before, so that was exciting — I’m not gonna lie. But you know, once we got into it, I completely forgot they were there. I was just so into you, and your body buzzing all around me it was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’m not sure it’s anything I want to ever do again, because now that I think about it, I hate the thought of other people getting to see the look on your face when you come. That’s something I want to keep to myself from now on.”
