«One hundred crystals?»
«Yes. They are small crystals kept in a black velvet sachet, that are used as currency within the Club.»
«Oh! And what can you buy with that?»
Saphir smiles cryptically.
«You will find out when it will be the time.»
«I don't like all these mysteries.»
Saphir chuckles in amusement. She likes that capricious woman.
«Back to us, madame Améthyste. The Club offers many services.»
«Oh?»
«There are service of beauty assistance, for example. Before a meeting, a qualified person will come to your house to take care of you: makeup, hair, massage, advice on clothing, special make-up for role playing meetings, and so on. Or you can have other kind of services like the personal counselor: an expert who listens to your sexual questions and give you intimate advices. Or if you want to taste the unknown pleasures of submission or domination, you can talk with people who can explain to you how to follow the right etiquette, the correct words to use, the tools used and so on.»
«This is really interesting. Tell me: the D stands for Douce?»
«No.»
«Divine?»
«No.»
«Discipline?»
«No. It isn't a French word, madame Améthyste.»
«Oh. Does it stands for Dark, then?»
«No.»
«Destiny?»
«No.»
«Dream?»
«Madame Améthyste, is not even in English. It's in Latin. Now, would you like to request a session? It will help you to understand if you really want to be part of our Club.»
Sibylle frowns.
«Latin? It won't be easy then.»
Saphir moves two fingers to her forehead.
«Madame Améthyste...»
Sibylle smiles at her.
«Sorry. Yes, I would like to request a first session.» “Before I change my mind”.
Saphir nods and prepares to touch her tablet.
«How many people would you like to meet?»
«Just one, please.»
«A man or a woman?»
Sibylle thinks about it for a second.
«I'm curious to explore my sexuality with a woman, but I'm going to choose a man to begin with. I need to feel desired by a man, it has been a long time since— Please, excuse me, I talk too much.»
«Not at all. I want an heart-to-heart with you, madame Améthyste. How would you like the man physically?»
«I'd like him tall, imposing, with a deep voice.» “You are describing Claude”, says a voice in her head.
Saphir continues writing and nodding, very pleased to hear Sibylle explaining in a clear way.
«Do you want an intercourse?»
«No, thanks, I prefer not.»
«Anal penetration?»
«Ahem, even less.»
«Oral sex? Both to give and to receive, or else just to give or just to receive?»
«Nope. No oral sex, thanks.»
«Mutual masturbation, or masturbation in front of him?»
«Let's see— Masturbation in front of him, please, I like that.»
«Other physical contact? Kissing? Biting? Licking? Intimate caresses?»
«No, I'd rather not for now, if it's possible.»
«Of course it is, madame Améthyste. So, your request is to masturbate in front of a man who cannot touch you, is that right?»
«Yes. No! Wait—»
Saphir stares at her, listening carefully.
«I—I have a problem.» whispers Sibylle.
«What kind of problem?» asks Saphir worried.
«I have a physical problem.» explains Sibylle.
Saphir frowns, glancing at the folder.
«Nothing I'm aware of, it seems. What is it?»
«My vagina—» says Sibylle.
«Yes?»
«I am ashamed of how it looks, it is... ugly.»
Saphir stays still for a few moments, and then she says calmly:
«There are no ugly vaginas, madame Améthyste, they are all beautiful.»
«Mine is not. I have a prominent clitoral hood and thick long labia minora. It is indecent. The clitoris looks always erected and pulling back its hood it slips out; moreover, in this way a direct touch is unpleasant rather than enjoyable. And the labia minora— are long, you know, floppy. I'm— My vagina is ugly.»
Sibylle looks away, embarrassed, and Saphir realizes that she really suffers because of this. An old wound in her soul that keeps bleeding.
«Tell me, madame Améthyste, is it you that see it ugly, or someone told you?»
«My husband made me notice, he said it was vulgar, but he was right!»
«No, he wasn't. And the only vulgar thing here is the ignorance and insensitivity to hurt a woman in her most intimate part. Your husband is an idiot, madame Améthyste. The protruding clitoris is a gift from heaven, it is a peculiarity of women who can easily reach the pleasure with indirect stimulation. The large labia are called: “the butterfly wings”, by the estimators. There are men and women who would love to worship your vagina, to kiss and suck those exposed lips. I have the same kind of vagina, and I couldn't feel more beautiful and feminine, believe me. And now, having cleared this little detail — which I hope will remain forever trapped in the past, along with your idiot husband — tell me, would you like to leave the man the control? Maybe telling you what to do, and how to do it?» she blinks. «I recommend it, it's very exciting.»
Sibylle is still astonished after hearing the woman's words. She really feels better, less embarrassed. Years of frustration swept away by a sincere talking of a stranger. She wants to hug her now! But probably, she just said it because it's her job to make the members feel comfortable.
«Yes, I want the man lead, it will be interesting.»
«If you want to use sex toys, we recommend to bring them from home, unless you have special requests.»
«I'll think about. I never had that kind of toys.»
Saphir accentuates her smile, continuing to write.
«So, madame Améthyste, I have already thought of something. How about you inside a large iron cage and the man outside, telling you what to do.»
«Oh, it's— Yes, I'm intrigued.»
Saphir nods.
«And now, tell me what you don't like. What you don't ever want to hear from a man?»
«I do not know, it all depends on him, on me, on the situation. The only thing I want is a polite playmate.»
«Good. Very good indeed, since in the Club D all men are like that. Do you have more requests?»
«No.»
«Then, madame Améthyste, we are done. We'll call you to confirm the date and place of your first session. Have a nice day.»
They both get up. Saphir shakes Sibylle's hand, smiling at her.
«Welcome in the Club D, madame Améthyste. Welcome in the reality of your dreams.»
- Chapter II
“Even a journey of a thousand miles begins with a step.”
— Lao Tzu
~
Five days later Sibylle arrives at the rendezvous with the car sent by the Club. It's a black elegant car with a small silver spiral on the side. The car stops in front of a luxury hotel in the center of the city: the Gemme Céleste. The Club owns many palaces, both in Paris and throughout France: antique villas, abandoned places, old towers, night clubs, castles, deconsecrated churches.
The chauffeur wishes her a good evening and she smiles. His name is Yves and he is a kind and funny man; he talked with her all the time, perhaps to ease her tension. She greets him and gets off the car, going inside.
She is dressed in a light blue dress with short sleeves and a flared skirt just below the knees, and at her feet she has red high heeled shoes. Her hair is silky and sensual. She is incredibly beautiful.
The two door men at the double door of the grand entrance, greet her with a bow and open the doors. Sibylle enters and holds her breath... The hotel lobby
is circular, at the center of which there is a huge fountain with real rocks, exotic plants, colorful birds flying around and fishes swimming in the small pond below it. On both sides of the lobby there are two marble staircases white with black wrought iron railing, which form two large spirals. Sibylle raises her eyes and sees that the ceiling is a glass dome pierced by the moonbeams of the magnificent full Moon, and that light illuminates poetically all around.
She walks slowly to the reception desk, where two persons — a man and a woman — speak politely with other members, some of them masked.
«Good evening, madame, how can I help you?» Asks a lovely girl dressed in a black suit.
«I— er— I have an appointment.»
The woman touches gently her hand, surprising her with that kind gesture.
«Is it your first rendezvous in the Club, madame?»
Sibylle nods. Her mouth is dry and her heart pounding. The woman smiles warmly.
«There is no reason to feel nervous, it will be a dream. Can you give me your secret name, please?»
«Améthyste.»
She types on the computer and then confirms, giving her a card.
«Your playmate for this rendezvous is Drakkar.» She looks at her and smiles warmly. «You are in good hands, believe me. Room number 28, top floor.»
When Sibylle opens the door, she stands in amazement at the sight of that luxurious room: wood floor, canopy bed, brocade curtains, black marbles and gold trims in all the furniture. And at the center of the room there is a large cage. It's really huge, it almost touches the ceiling and is so large that inside is placed a blue satin chaise longue on a soft white carpet.
Sibylle undresses, then wears a new pair of purple lace panties and a coordinated bra; takes the pink dildo from her bag and enters the cage. It's almost time. She sits on the chaise longue and puts the dildo next to her, looking before her.
A few minutes later the room's door opens and closes with a slam. Sibylle holds her breath when she sees the mighty man walking calmly into the room: he is much more impressive than she thought! He is dressed in an elegant black suit and is wearing a soft dark mask that leaves his mouth sensually uncovered. He approaches slowly, then begins to walk around the cage, with those incredible eyes upon her. Sibylle stares at him too, looking at his imposing body moving felinely.
When he goes back to the front he looks at her for a long time, without saying a word. Then he tightens his jaws and does something strange: he takes off his ring and puts it in his pocket, before she can see at what level he belongs. He cannot hide it! It's mandatory to wear it during the rendezvous! And she can make a request to see it, it is her right! But strangely she hasn't the courage to do so. In front of that massive man she feels so helpless...
«You are beautiful.» says his warm voice. «Améthyste. Even your secret name is beautiful.»
«Thank you, y—you are handsome too. A—and you got a nice name, Drakkar.» she whispers, feeling deeply embarrassed.
It has been years since a man told her she was beautiful.
He smiles at her, showing his incredibly captivating smile.
«Is it your first time in the Club or you are just playing shy? In both cases I like it.»
«It is my first time in the Club.»
«You look scared.»
«I'm sorry.» she says, lifting her shoulders in a timid gesture.
He smiles again. Oh dear, that smile!
«For what?»
«Because I must look so dumb.»
«Not at all. I like your shyness, it intrigues me. Now stand up.» he orders with that deep voice so naturally authoritative that makes her obey without thinking.
She gets up, looking away.
«Turn around.»
She turns around and Drakkar takes a deep breath when he sees that perfect bottom. She turns completely, getting back to her position.
«Take your bra off.»
She wets her lips, but this time doesn't obey.
«May I keep it on, please?»
«No.» he states, crossing his strong arms. «I want you to masturbate naked and shamelessly in front of me, and I want to see you reaching the orgasm. If you can't even take your bra off, how do you think you can do it?»
She bows her head, touching her shoulders with her own hands. He looks surprised.
«You're not playing, you really are embarrassed.» says incredulously. «Please, look at me, baby.»
She looks at him.
«Listen, it shouldn't be embarrassment between two lovers. And if your breasts are as beautiful as your face you have nothing to be ashamed of.»
Sibylle purses her lips and unhook the bra, which falls gently on the carpet. He shakes his head.
«It's the most beautiful breast I've ever seen, babe. I don't know who made you believe otherwise, but they should tear his tongue off and make him swallow it.»
She looks at him flapping her lashes.
«Are you saying it just to be polite?»
He laughs out loud.
«If you knew me you would know that I never say anything out of politeness. Now lay down on the chaise longue and caresses them.»
Sibylle lies on her back and begins to touch her breast with both hands, while the man walks slowly from side to side staring at her.
«Now touch yourself between your legs.»
He stops to look at her when she caresses the purple lace. She lets her hands slide under the lace to touch her silky hairs; the other hand keeps squeezing the breast, gently stimulating the pink nipples. Her fingers touch her clit making her moan with pleasure.
«Good girl. Look at me.»
His hoarse voice is vibrating. She looks at him, while continuing to touch herself.
«Mmmm, now what do you say if we drop those panties? They are lovely, but I'd prefer to see your naked pussy.»
Sibylle swallows.
«May I— May I keep them a bit longer, please?»
The man looks at her intensely.
«Why?»
She looks away and raises her shoulder, brushing it against her cheek. God, he begins to love that sweet gesture!
«I need to find the courage to do it. Please, I just need a minute, ok? Will you give a minute, please?»
Drakkar is touched by her genuine shyness.
«Yes, ok.»
She smiles sweetly.
«Thank you.»
Drakkar nods.
«You shouldn't feel forced to do anything, baby, you know? You are free to stop whenever you want. If you don't feel at ease with me you can request to meet another man.»
«No, please, I want you!» she says spontaneously.
Drakkar almost startles at those words, surprised and flattered. Sibylle realizes that she exposed herself and feels even more embarrassed now, making him smile.
«I'm not going anywhere, baby. But tell me, what are you ashamed of, exactly? Do you have the absurd fear that your pussy is ugly, just like you had of your breast?»
Sibylle swallows and affirms it with a movement of the head. He remains impassive, but inwardly he feels a great tenderness for that young woman full of fears.
«Has anyone ever told you that it's ugly?» ask Drakkar.
She looks at him and nods.
«And you've heard his opinion only?» asks again.
She nods again and he chuckles.
«So you are basing your fears on the judgment of a single person? You should hear at least a second opinion. I'll be honest, I promise. If it's ugly I tell you and you can keep your panties on, okay?» say him gently.
She takes some time to get used to that situation, then she takes off her panties and spreads her legs.
«Ou la la la!» It's the mirthful spontaneous comment of the man. «Saphir, thank you for this gift!» he adds ecstatic.
He crouches down and tilts his head to the side, admiring her with sounds of unexpected pleasure.
«Superbe! What a divine pussy, baby, it's perfect! So inviting, so exposed. Mmmm, I want to e
at it! I would like to feel it wetting my mouth grateful toward my tongue.»
She can't believe to that reaction, to those words. He really likes it! She never felt so beautiful, so desired! Suddenly all her femininity flow through her veins again, making her feel attractive.
«Let me see how eager to be filled is that beautiful pussy of yours: penetrate yourself with the dildo.»
She takes the pink dildo and starts to approach it between her legs.
«No. Wet it in your mouth first.»
She starts breathing heavily, feeling the grip of an unusual excitement. Keeping her eyes on him she puts the dildo in her delicate mouth, making noises of pleasure while moving it in and out, closing her soft lips around it.
The man clenches his jaw looking so aroused that he seems about to enter the cage and take her!
«Mmmm, you like to suck?»
«Yes...»
«Come here. Crawl up to me with the dildo in your mouth.»
She is dumbfounded, but then obeys and goes to him crawling sensually, with a sensuality that she didn't even know to possess. The man puts his arm through the bars and takes the dildo at its base, holding it tightly.
«Good girl. Now let's see how hard you can suck.»
Sibylle closes her eyes beginning to suck the dildo, which amazingly has no longer the taste of rubber but that of sex. Drakkar breathes the air through his teeth as if he feels pain, but it's just his way of expressing great excitement.
«What a eager mouth. You want it all, huh?»
She nods, opening her eyes to looking at him.
«Suck harder, baby.»
Sibylle's cheeks shake and drop, while her mouth sucks hardly, making some erotic noises. The man let go of the dildo and gets back on his feet, unbuttoning his pants.
«Turn around, stay on your hands and knees and show me how your pussy swallows that dildo.»
Sibylle turns and leans forward, resting her cheek on the floor. With one hand pulls the buttock apart to better show her orifices, and with the other starts penetrating herself. Her heavy breathing fills the room combined with the more discreet of the man, who slowly begins to masturbate. Sibylle turns her head to look at him, and when their eyes meet, the excitement increases for both. The dildo goes in and out, wet and warm.
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