She led us into a smaller version of the room we spent last time in. The lighting and music was similar, as was the huge mirror. I wondered if it was also two-way. There was no sex swing or liquor cabinet, but there was a contraption that looked similar to the pommel horse gymnasts used for the vault event. On a small table there was also an ice bucket, full of ice and water, some white candles, a long lighter in the shape of a whip, and restraints. Interesting. I guess we jump right in on the first lesson.
"Mistress Jessica is running a bit late, so I'll get you prepped for her arrival."
"I thought tardiness was not tolerated around here," Caleb barked.
I shot him a look thinking, 'Jeeze, don't piss her off, you'll fuck it all up, and we are this close.'
She took it in stride though saying, "You are correct, and Mistress Jessica would be the first to agree, but what does rank even higher above that rule is the sub's well-being. Sub after care is huge, and when needed, does displace tardiness in importance."
"Is she OK?" I asked.
"The sub? Or Mistress Jessica?" She seemed flustered, which I didn't think was very common for her.
"Um, both? Wait, I figured Mistress Jessica was the sub." Now I was flustered. I remembered how subservient she seemed the first night we met her. She'd looked to Chris for everything. I remembered thinking how odd that was.
I knew she was to teach our class, but after our house slave wasn't all that slave-like, I figured Mistress Jessica would be teaching how to be submissive, and maybe Chris would join her? Teaching Caleb?
I had to admit I had no clue what was going to happen tonight. My own drama had taken over most of my thoughts, and the protocol of how things would work tonight was way down on my list of things to think about.
Jolie's take charge attitude faltered even more. "Mistress Jessica, a sub?" She practically snorted the words, as if I couldn't be farther off base. "I thought you two knew her? And had played with her once before?"
"We have. At a swing club. She was with a guy named Chris, and the word submissive fits her well, according to our experience." I said, more confused than ever.
"Really?" Her hard shell dropped in an instant, she instead looked like an employee sharing water-cooler gossip. "I'd heard rumors that she switched."
At my confused look she said, "You know, a switch. Is a Dom sometimes, and a Sub other times? But I had never seen it personally. I figured it wasn't true knowing her here. Interesting."
She pulled herself together again quickly after that, running through a few basics for us.
"You know the terms, Dominant and Submissive, but did you know that all appearances aside, the submissive is the one in control? Always."
We shook our heads, after seeing some of the scenes played out last time, especially the guy prancing like a pony. I had assumed the Dom, well...dominated.
"Yes, the Sub holds all the power." She continued, "Which Mistress Jessica will elaborate on here shortly. Nothing happens that the Sub doesn't allow. Hence the no alcohol rule, and the safe word. It is the Dom's role to push the sub's boundaries as he will. Well 'he' in your particular case, anyway. If the Sub ever gets pushed past the limits, that's what they safe word is for. Here, put on this chastity belt. It signifies that no sex will be occurring during your first lesson, and take off your corset."
"I'm sorry?"
She sighed loudly. "I'm not doing this very well, am I? I do wish she'd get in here. I run the desk. I control the slaves, quite well actually, but I've never had to start a beginner's class before."
"No, you are doing great." I assured her, not wanting to blow it. I did wish Caleb would jump in though, he just stood there looking all pissed off still.
"You were saying?" I continued. "Chastity belt?"
"Oh yes, slip your skirt off. The fishnets can stay. They will look nice with the belt, actually."
She handed me what looked to be a leather and metal G-string, assuring me all equipment was thoroughly cleaned, even autoclaved, between uses. I looked to Caleb, but he seemed as clueless as I was.
I unzipped my skirt, sliding it off and exposing my panties, garter belt and fishnet stocking, and then stepped into the chastity belt, letting Jolie help me fasten it in the back.
"What should I call you?" I asked her, knowing soon I'd slip and call her Angelina.
"Oh, yes. Mistress Heather."
"Like on CSI?" Leave it to Caleb to jump in there.
She sighed, saying, "Yes, exactly. Although believe it or not from my lack of skills tonight, I had the name way before that show made it popular."
She rambled a bit, filling me in as she fastened my belt from behind. "These don't really lock, per say, although you can order some that do. These close with Velcro in the back, for safety. Here anything we use needs to be releasable within thirty seconds, just in case, and we use nothing that requires a key. Keys can be lost."
I nodded, adjusting myself in my chastity belt. It really was a thick, leather and metallic G-string. The waist band circled my waist, and the other strap attached at the center of the front, running between my legs, covering any holes, and reattached in the center of the waistband in the back. Nobody was getting through this thing.
"Remove your corset too, please. The first lesson involves only breast play, with the hot and cold of the ice and candle wax."
"Interesting." I heard Caleb mumble. I shot a look his way, but he only met my eyes for a second, instead running them over my new chastity belt with my fishnets and boots. The look in his eyes in that second though, was filled with heat and desire.
After I unhooked my corset's front fastenings, and stood topless before them, daring Caleb with a look to say anything, Mistress Heather took a red silk scarf from the small table, and ordered me to turn around.
She tied my arms together behind me, not at the wrists, but at my elbows. They didn't meet, but tying the scarf in the crooks of my bent elbows forced my breasts out way more prominently than tying at the wrists would have done.
She then backed me up, leaning me back against the pommel horse and tying me to it somehow, so that I arched over it. It held my weight, propped up just so on my elbows, so I wouldn't topple over, but it also succeeded in displaying me and my bare breasts quite prominently.
She then used other silk scarves to tie each ankle to the base of the thing, my feet standing on a flat platform.
"I'll leave you unblindfolded, since she isn't here yet."
"Uh, huh." I heard Caleb mutter as he looked at me. I was topless, wearing a garter belt, fishnet stockings, knee-high boots and a chastity belt, tied with my arms behind me, arched backward over a pommel horse with my ankles tied apart. With the offhanded mention of a blindfold, ice and hot wax. And this was the very first class. No wonder Caleb's eyes glowed white hot as he looked at me.
I saw myself in the huge mirror, but before I could really appreciate the view the way Caleb obviously was, the door swung open, and Mistress Jessica walked in.
Chapter 41
Jessica
I watched her approach in the mirror, shocked at what I saw. It was our Jessica all right, down to the butterfly shaped birthmark on her bare breast. She was as topless as I was, striding toward us as if she owned the place.
She wore a pleated skirt, similar to what she wore the night we met. It was tiny, barely covering her, and it swayed with her as she walked. The topless look and tiny skirt contrasted with her thigh-high shiny boots though. They laced up from toe to mid-thigh, looking like combat books gone S&M. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a braided ponytail, the braid running the length of her back, smacking gently against her ass as she walked.
"I've heard we know each other." She said, coming to a stop between me and Caleb, looking us over.
Thankfully Caleb took over, as I was speechless.
"Yes. Almost two years ago, at That Other Club. Black and White Nighty Night, I believe, but you had on a skirt then, too. Sitting against the wall, with Chris, his hands between
..."
She cut him off with a gesture, and dismissed Mistress Heather with a quick, "That will be all. Thank you for getting them prepped."
Mistress Heather left, but you could tell she didn't want to. She wanted to hear more about Jessica's night out as a Sub. Seeing Jessica like this, I understood completely. Nowhere to be seen was the Jessica I tentatively touched that night.
No, this Jessica was harder, and definitely in charge enough to run a master class, let alone a beginner's. Once Mistress Heather left, Mistress Jessica shot a glance toward the mirror, and then back at us, taking a deep breath before addressing us again.
Quieter this time, and a bit softer, she said, "Yes, I remember, now."
She looked to me saying, "I kissed you, yes?"
I nodded from my tied and open position, feeling at a disadvantage. "Yes. I'd never kissed a woman before you."
She nodded as well, saying, "I'd thought as much. You danced in the shadow box later. It was very nice, but, you are here for class, and I am late, so let us begin."
Somehow a switch was thrown, and she was back in charge, "My apologies for being late, but it could not be helped. My sub needed... Anyway we are here now."
She continued, saying, "Welcome to the beginner's class. S&M is a fine balance of pain and pleasure, both of which release endorphins, flooding the body with..."
Caleb cut her off before she could get on a roll, although I kind of wished he'd waited. I was curious to be blindfolded, and feel the ice and the hot wax on my nipples.
Caleb must still be pissed at me though, because he wasted no time, saying, "Look, Jessica, before this goes any further. We aren't here for the class, not really."
"You aren't?"
"No, we have been trying for months to get near you, ever since we realized who you were."
"You mean when you realized your Jessica was Mistress Jessica? Wouldn't you want this class even more, now? To learn from me in particular?"
"No, I meant we know who you really are. Claudia Russell. The missing teen who disappeared years ago. My name is Caleb, but I'm not a Dom in training, I'm a police officer. I saw pictures of you, in the missing person's file, and I recognized that birthmark on your breast."
I saw the panic in her eyes as Caleb spoke. She shook her head, backing away from Caleb a bit, more toward me. He stepped toward her, almost following her as he continued speaking.
"If you are here of your own free will, that is fine. People run away every day, but Jessica, I mean Claudia, if you are not...If you are in trouble and are forced to be here..."
I heard the door open, slamming hard against the wall as it was forced practically off its hinges. And that's when everything went to hell.
Jessica turned toward the man who had forced his way into the room, yelling, "Scott, no wait!"
But Scott didn't listen. And Scott was one big-ass dude, headed straight for Caleb. In those quick seconds I realized the mirror probably was a two way mirror, and when Caleb changed the rules, talking about being a police officer, Scott probably never heard anything else. Especially when it put Mistress Jessica, someone who was obviously known for being in charge, on the defensive, backing up and looking panicked. That was probably all it took.
I wanted to jump between them, but I was trussed up pretty good, my ankles tied to the base and my elbows behind me, arched backwards. I was no help at all.
Jessica tried. Caleb jumped in front of me, blocking me, and Jessica tried to get between the very quickly approaching Scott, and Caleb.
Scott reached us all, raring back and aiming a closed fist at Caleb's jaw. Jessica jumped in, trying to get between them still, but all she did was make Scott's punch go wild. It threw him off balance, allowing Caleb to instinctively get Scott right in the gut.
All the gut punch did was get Scott more riled up. He pushed Jessica aside, aiming for Caleb again. Caleb hunkered down, preparing to defend himself. Caleb got another quick punch in but Scott was solid and took it. Scott got a one-two in on Caleb's head.
My screams got loud and piercing, as I tried to free myself to help out. Brushing Jessica aside did nothing, she was right back in the fray, jumping on Scott's back yelling, "Stop it. Let him talk, he never made a move toward me!"
Scott didn't hear her though, although our sounds must have started to carry down the hallway.
Another man rushed in, almost as big as Scott. Jessica saw him though, and shouted him off, "Gabe! Thank God. Shut the door before the whole club hears this."
Gabe turned, doing what he was told. When the door was firmly shut Jessica yelled, "Lock it!"
Gabe did, but then he faced us to help. Thankfully he wasn't as enraged as Scott appeared to be, and he let Jessica tell him what to do as she backed away from the two fighting men.
"Scott jumped in before he knew the whole story," She yelled at Gabe. "Get him off, this guy was just talking."
Gabe headed toward Caleb and Scott, but since the fight seemed fair Gabe stopped approaching when Scott growled out, "This guy says he's a cop, and he's here for Jessica."
That stopped Gabe on a dime, and he stood by, watching Caleb and Scott wrestle, almost hugging as they each tried to defend themselves, the women, and get a good punch in on the other.
Gabe turned to Jessica asking, "He's a cop? What does he want? We are legal, right?"
"Yes, of course."
"Then what's Scott all pissed about?"
"Could someone untie me?" I yelled their direction. I didn't like being this close to the action and unable to move.
At a nod from Jessica, Gabe headed my way, but he didn't untie me. He yanked the whole contraption I was tied topless to out of the way of the two grappling guys, parking me over toward Jessica, and standing in front of me, blocking me.
"Want to fill me in?" Gabe asked Jessica, ignoring me completely as Caleb and Scott seemed happy to take their aggressions out on each other.
Jessica answered, "Scott's right, Caleb did say he was a cop. But he also called me Claudia."
Gabe shot a look at her, saying, "Oh shit. Guess it is time to deal with your past, huh?"
My eyebrows climbed high and I said, "Wait, this is common knowledge? They know you are Claudia Russell?"
She turned to face me, "Yeah, some do. I figured this day would come, eventually."
"And you are letting them fight for what reason?"
She shrugged her shoulders at me and said, "Scott needs a good fight, family issues. He's been on edge for weeks now. Looks like it's a fair fight though, and I think Caleb can handle himself, so I'm not worried, are you?"
She looked me over and added, "Caleb looks like he could use a good stress relieving tumble as well. I've been at this game a long time. I take it you two are having more issues than you care to admit?"
I looked at her, thinking 'Really? We are having this conversation while these two kill each other and I'm tied half naked to a vaulting apparatus?'
But I had to agree with her, and said, "Well, now that you mention it."
She nodded her head saying, "Men."
She turned back to Gabe and said, "Thanks for coming, and for locking the door. The soundproofing in here only works with the door shut."
"Anything for you, Jess."
I looked back to Caleb and Scott. They were still throwing the occasional punch, but it looked like they were winding down. I watched Caleb's face, he did look quite happy to be in the middle of a fist fight, at an S&M club to boot. Cops, I shook my head at him.
All of a sudden though, one last surge of something ran through them, and like a tornado veering a hard right at the last minute, they tumbled our way.
Caleb threw a punch, landing it solidly in what sounded to be Scott's kidney. Scott doubled over, but then popped up again, aiming a hard one for Caleb's gut. Caleb twisted and rolled just right, avoiding the hit. The momentum sent Scott flying, off balance, and straight for us. Jessica squealed and jumped out of the way. Gabe grabbed my framework, tugging hard, but either he
was too slow, or it was too heavy. Scott's wild punch had missed Caleb completely, but he stumbled right toward me. All two hundred and fifty pounds behind Scott's last, desperate punch landed perfectly square, right in the middle of my tied down, exposed and pregnant stomach.
Chapter 42
Jessica's Story
I tried to protect myself, instinctively, but as I was tied down at ankle and elbow, there was nothing I could do but tense up at the last second. I felt Scott's fist land hard, right in my lower abdomen, a split second before the rest of him plowed into me as well. His punch had a distinct uppercut motion behind it, even as he fell downward, forcing all the air from my lungs, knocking the wind right out of me. As his momentum splayed him out on the ground at my feet, I tried in vain to just breathe.
I gasped, trying desperately to draw air into my lungs. I felt like a fish out of water, every thought I had was focused on drawing a breath, and then another. I heard myself wheezing, each breath ten times harder to pull in than the last.
After what seemed like forever, I started hearing things going on around me. Caleb was beside himself, getting in Jessica's way as she untied me and laid me out on the floor. I could hear Scott apologizing, saying he would never hit a woman on purpose.
As my breathing got a little easier, and the ache in my gut lessened a bit, I tried to do an internal inventory, my thoughts turning of course to the baby.
My hand snaked its way between my legs, trying to see if there was any blood. All I could feel though was metal and leather.
"Get this off, hurry, please." I said, still hoarse and gasping.
I was rolled roughly over, and the Velcro yanked. Once I was back, flat on my back, my hand explored between my legs, not giving the slightest fuck what it looked like I was doing. I buried my hands under my panties, pulling them back out again to look for blood. Again and again, obsessively.
"Am I bleeding?" I asked of the faces surrounding me.
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