Leatherbound Hearts

Part 1 (One Year Earlier)

Sitting ramrod straight in a surprisingly comfortable chair made of molded gray plastic, heart hammering in her chest and hands clenched tight in her lap as she tried to keep from fidgeting, some part of Claire Devroux could not believe she was actually doing what she was doing. Oh at a glance the waiting room seemed ordinary enough, like a thousand other doctor’s offices or accounting firms she had visited throughout the course of her life with rows of simple seats lining walls painted in soft, neutral colors meant to evoke calm while haphazard piles of well creased magazines sat heaped onto low tables of faux wood to ensure those left waiting had something to occupy their time with. Across from her was a wide front desk with a pretty young receptionist seated behind it typing away on a computer, while quiet music of a type she could not quite identify played in the background. All quite mundane really, and yet even if she hadn’t already known the truth, it was obvious upon even the most cursory inspection that this place was far from ordinary and had no interest in hiding that fact. Rather than the generic landscapes or stock photos that decorated most waiting room walls to break up the monotony, these walls were lined with pinups of various types, some nude and some not, but all of a subtly kinky nature and all featuring bondage to some degree. More than that the literature on offer were not the sorts of things found at a grocery store’s checkout but lifestyle magazines of a decidedly alternative and most certainly erotic type. Even the woman sitting behind the front desk had hints that she was far more than she seemed to be. From her dirty blonde hair tied up in a perfect bun, to the wire-frame glasses perched upon the end of her nose and to both the stark white blouse that fit her just a bit too tightly and the sinfully short skirt that drew they eye to long, stocking clad legs it was obvious she was on display just as much as the pictures on the wall. Almost as if she were less a secretary and more a model dressed to appeal to a very select clientele with a fetish for office ladies. No, even a fool could tell that the redhead was very much not in Kansas any longer.

It was funny in a way. She could not say exactly when or where it had happened, but for as long as she could remember Claire had possessed a rather kinky streak. Perhaps it had been some cartoon featuring a damsel in distress, or some movie where a pretty girl got tied up, or perhaps even some now forgotten piece of art she had encountered long ago but whatever the case may be, in the redhead’s world the line between good sex and great sex had always been defined by bondage. She loved to be bound and gagged and controlled, so much so that sometimes even simple things like having her wrists held tight or being kissed forcefully could be enough to send her over the edge and make her undeniably wet. It has often been difficult to find people willing to explore her love of BDSM and, truth be told, she’d not had many lovers in her life because of that, but at the same time it had made those relationships she’d been able to build all the more special. A secret that only they had shared, and a bond that most would never be able to understand. Unbidden, the ghost of a smile touched Claire’s lips even as she felt a familiar pang of loss touch her heart. Most of her boyfriends, and girlfriends, had been as clueless as she was. Enthusiastic amateurs with more passion that sense, not that she’d minded of course, but then there had been Thomas. In truth he had hardly been more experienced than any of the others, but he had been more enthusiastic by far and much more willing to push the envelope. When combined with his roguish smile and undeniably handsome charms how could she not have fallen in love? And, when he’d asked her to exchange handcuffs for a wedding ring, how could she have refused? Looking back now over the years it almost seemed crazy. She’d been a young bride, barely twenty years old in fact, and more than a few of her friends had called her a fool for rushing into things, but she hadn’t cared. They’d made it work somehow and to this day the redhead wasn’t sure she’d ever been more in love than she had been with Thomas, except perhaps a year later when she’d borne his child. On that day, when their little Talia had come into the world, her joy had truly been complete.

It hadn’t lasted.

Perhaps there was some cruel symmetry in the fact that, as she had been a young wife and a young mother, she had been made a young widow as well. Time had dulled the pain of loss and taken the jagged edges from the wound but even nearly fifteen years later every detail of that night was burned into her mind. The fateful phone call, sinking to the kitchen floor of the little house they had just bought in stunned disbelief as words she had understood but had not been able to comprehend poured over her. Poor road conditions. Freak accident. Nothing to be done. Sorry for your loss. Something in Claire had shattered that night, anguish pouring out of her as she’d broken down screaming and crying and sobbing until her throat was raw, the world itself vanishing into a gray haze of despair until their daughter had found her like that. That wonderful little girl with her father’s looks and her mother’s fire crying herself as she’d hugged her mother tight and tried to comfort her in that way that children do, ignorant of what was truly happening but understanding on some instinctive level that something truly terrible had come to pass. That had perhaps been harder than hearing the news itself, trying to explain to their child that her father was never coming home again. Talia hadn’t really grasped the implications, no four year old would have, but slumped together on that cold tile floor crying for what they had both lost she’d simply held her daughter tight, as if afraid she might vanish otherwise, and mourned what could have been. Life had gone on of course, it was cruel like that, and in time the ache had faded as the redhead threw herself into the task of raising their child, determined that no matter what else might come to pass Talia would have the world. Perhaps not the healthiest coping strategy, but the one she’d chosen nonetheless. The redhead had worked herself to the bone more than once over the years, picking up odd jobs wherever she could to make certain that the house was always clean and the refrigerator always stocked while never once missing a soccer game or a parent-teacher conference. It had been grueling, it had been exhausting, and it often left her with little time for a social life but it had all been worth it in the end. Watching as Talia had grown from an almost painfully shy child into an increasingly confident young woman had been indescribably incredible and, for as long as she lived, Claire did not think she would ever be more proud than the moment when she had watched her daughter walk down the aisle to accept her high school diploma. Even if it still occasionally brought a pang to her heart to see just how like her father the girl truly was at times. A father that she had never really known, and never would know, outside of faded childhood memories and pictures on the mantle

And yet, as much as she would not have traded the last fifteen years for anything in the world, Claire could not deny that a piece of her had died that day so long ago and there were some nights, alone in that big bed of hers, that the loneliness was almost suffocating. Especially now that Talia was away at college, leaving the nest vest much empty these last few months. She had never really bothered trying to date again, had never really had the desire. At first the wound had simply been too fresh, too painful, but even after the ache had begun to fade into something more manageable it had felt wrong somehow to even think of trying to replace Thomas. She also hadn’t wanted to subject her daughter to the confusion of a boyfriend, much less a stepfather, at such a tender age. Besides, there had simply never been enough time to consider such a thing. And yet, for all of that the redhead could not deny that she was also a flesh and blood woman with needs and desires like any other. Most of the time she could push it aside, either too busy or too exhausted to notice, but at the same time on some nights she had been unable to answer the siren song of sleep without first letting her fingers do the walking as it were. It was funny in a way. As a teenager masturbation had never really embarrassed her, the exploration of her body and its reactions both fascinating and exciting, but as a grown woman it had honestly felt strange to touch herself again after so long. And yet her body had welcomed the caress with an eagerness that had been almost shocking in its intensity, a hunger that she had nearly forgotten existed awakening within her with a vengeance. The only thing that had been more shocking was the fact that, in time, neither her fingers nor the small but diverse collection of toys safely locked away in the back of her closet had proven enough to sate the desires roiling within her. Not without a generous indulgence in self bondage to go along within them. She’d heard jokes that women did not reach their sexual peak until later in life, but she had never really believed those stories until having experienced it for herself. Maybe her fiery hair really did match her fiery passions, or maybe she really was just utterly submissive to the core. While that idle thought prompted a wan smile to curl Claire’s lips, the truth of the matter was that even the thrill of self bondage was beginning to grow cold. That was why she was here, after all. She had tried new toys and new techniques, tried to create increasingly elaborate scenarios and fantasies, but at the end of the day she knew what the problem was. She craved the thrill of being made truly helpless and missed the strange intimacy that came from giving up complete control to someone else. In short, she ached to be bound properly once again after more than a decade of going without.

It had honestly been a spur of the moment decision, and certainly not something she’d ever done before, but once the idea had popped into her head it simply refused to let her go. The basic problem was obvious. She needed someone else to take control and no amount of games played with herself could ever truly give her that, no matter how elaborate the setup or deep the fantasy. And yet such a thing required trust, intense trust that took time and effort and openness to build or else you were playing with fire. Perhaps it was impatience on her part, or perhaps the pain of loss that still lingered in her chest, but Claire wasn’t ready to cultivate that sort of relationship again. Perhaps she never would be as much as that thought hurt to even consider. Whatever the case, the disconnect between the reality of her desires and the limitations of her circumstances had torn at her and eluded all efforts to find a solution.

Until, that was, a solution that was as simple as it was daunting had suddenly presented itself. The realization had been almost shocking when it had first dawned on her, almost like a physical blow, but one evening while the redhead had been perusing the various forums and message boards she often searched looking for something, anything to spice up her non-existent sex life an advertisement had caught her eye. It had been innocuous enough at a glance, the silhouette of a bound woman set against a field of deepest scarlet with ‘Velvet Chains: Never let Your Dreams Escape’ emblazoned across the top in glittering golden letters. A bit cliché perhaps, but to the point nonetheless, and like a moth to a flame Claire had found herself drawn in, almost compelled to click on the link, both surprised and yet not to discover it was an ad for a BDSM club. She had been vaguely aware of such things of course, but had never really given the concept much thought despite her own predilections. The truth was the whole idea seemed more like a fantasy, something exotic and intoxicatingly arousing to be certain but otherworldly in a way that felt almost unreal. And yet, right before her eyes, proof positive had unfurled of just how close fantasy and reality could intertwine. Far more shocking had been the realization that this particular club was no more than a few miles from her house, literally tucked away in the heart of the city she had called home for almost her entire life. Even now, days after the fact, she could still remember the way her heart had raced within her chest, skin flushed with excitement as the idea had taken form in her mind unbidden. She might not have the time or the desire to seek out a lover, but she could hire the services of a professional. It has been such a simple thought in truth, and yet so profound at the same time, as well as so delightfully taboo that the redhead still felt the faintest frisson of arousal lingering within her core just thinking about it. And so, before she could second guess herself any further, Claire had taken the plunge and booked an appointment, reasoning to herself that she could always cancel later if she wanted.

She hadn’t wanted.

And yet, despite the fantasies that had roiled within her, leading to some very passionate evenings over the last week, the experience thus far had not been what Claire had been expecting. Visions of Gothic castles and dank dungeons had danced in her head, harsh interiors cloaked in darkness and underlined by the creak of leather and rattling of chains as helpless victims struggled beneath the cruel ministrations of faceless dommes and the unyielding grip of diabolical restraints. Unrealistic of course, but immensely exciting regardless. Indeed, when the day had finally arrived she had been almost shaking with anticipation on the drive over, skin flushed with arousal and pussy clenched tight as the thrill of the approaching moment raced up her spine. Despite all of that however, when Velvet Chains itself had finally come into view she’d been almost disappointed by just how ordinary it looked. The building itself was a rather nondescript affair, a three story structure of brick and stone tucked amid far more flashy bars and nightclubs with barely even a sign to announce its presence, really only noteworthy for the lack of windows on the first floor in fact.

Still determined, and by no means deterred, the redhead had dutifully followed the instructions she had been given, parking in one of the many lots scattered about away from the main thoroughfare and heading down what almost looked like a remarkably wide and clean alley to use the club’s side entrance. Her fantasies had certainly taken another blow then as the foyer beyond those doors had proven to be shockingly plain as well, white painted walls and institutional gray carpeting dominating the space, thought the doorman waiting for her had been a rather charming older fellow, in a very flattering suit, whose smile had put her at ease even as he’d checked her ID and confirmed her appointment. A rather necessary step she supposed, but even so some part of Claire had been immensely grateful that he hadn’t asked any questions, just as she hadn’t volunteered any information. Though again, she supposed, it really shouldn’t surprise her that the staff here was both professional and discrete.

Whatever the case, once her appointment had been confirmed the redhead quickly found herself ushered down a narrow hall and into the waiting room where she now sat. Still reeling a bit, the last threads of her fantasy had seemed to shatter in that moment when, of all things, the pretty receptionist had called her over and greeted her kindly before handing over a pile of forms to fill out. Some trace of her confusion must have shown in her eyes because the girl had smiled almost apologetically and quietly explained that the club needed to establish a profile for all first time customers. Both to ensure that her needs would be met in a satisfactory manner, and to make certain that her visit would be as pleasant and as safe as possible. Once again she had merely nodded, understanding now why she had been told to show up half an hour early, and taken a seat.

At first it had all seemed so dreadfully dull, page after page of rules and regulations as well as disclaimers and company policies, almost as if she were doing her taxes rather than checking in at a fetish club. A thought that had actually brought a tiny and almost sardonic smile to her lips before she’d finally reached the meat of the document and her blush had returned full force. Past all of the legalese, the core of the packet was a survey. An incredibly exhaustive and extremely blunt list of questions that covered everything from her sexual preferences and fetishes to what sort of gag she liked best. They’d wanted her to rate what restraints and toys she preferred most, to mark what types of play she wished to engage in, to indicate how extreme she liked her sessions to be, and to list what her hard limits were. Again, utterly sensible, but jarring when listed in such a matter of fact fashion. At her core Claire knew that she was not the most experienced of submissives, all enthusiasm aside, but she had thought she’d known a fair bit about BDSM until she had taken that survey. In truth she hadn’t even known what half the terms listed even meant, much less what was involved with them, and for a brief instant a part of her was tempted to check all of the boxes. To throw herself headlong back into the world she had left behind so many years ago. Thankfully she had restrained herself but it had been a difficult task, the fantasies of earlier returning with a vengeance as she’d filled out the forms as best she could and turned them in. Still, time seemed to creak by with an almost painful slowness as she sat and waited, eyes darting back and forth between the pictures covering the wall and the clock hung behind the reception desk, thankful that she was the only one here at the moment as she tried and failed to fight the urge to rub her thighs together as her libido seemed to spike in almost painful anticipation.

“Ms. Devroux?” a voice suddenly called out, startling her out of her daydream and prompting the redhead to straighten up in her chair before glancing over to the reception desk, the girl behind it far too professional to allow any of the amusement dancing in her eyes to show on her face as she continued to speak, “Sorry to startle you, ma’am. I’ve finished processing your paperwork.”

Blushing softly, in embarrassment this time, Claire carefully climbed to her feet and slowly crossed the room, purse clutched to her chest like a shield but voice steady despite the sudden spike in her pulse, “Thank you.”

The secretary, Rachael if the name tag pinned to her blouse was any indication, just smiled as she shuffled a few papers and quickly jotted down a final note before handing the whole pile over, “No trouble at all, ma’am. Everything seems to be in order, but if you could just sign the release we’ll get you started.”

Nodding almost absently as she took the forms and stuffed most of them into her purse without a glance, Claire found herself worrying the corner of her lip as she searched for a pen, a trace of the nervousness she had been feeling earlier returning. This was it, the last step in her little adventure and the last chance to turn back. Clamping down on that part of herself, the redhead sighed, signed her name with a flourish and slid the paper back across the smooth surface of the desk, “Anything else?”

It was subtle, but the slightest change seemed to overcome Rachael’s expression then, almost as if she was impressed by the older woman’s resolve, but whatever the case she took the paper without comment and scanned it briefly before stamping it and filing it away, “No, that should be everything. However, I do see that you requested the services of a dominatrix, is that correct?”

Biting her lip now, Claire just nodded, not certain what to say or if she should even say anything at all. At first it had been little more than a whim, an idle fantasy. Despite some experimentation as a teenager she’d never been truly dominated by a woman before and the thought of it was far more arousing than she liked to admit. And while she could not say why exactly the notion had struck her so hard, some part of her was simply more comfortable with the idea of being dominated by a woman than by a man. Perhaps she found the notion less threatening, or perhaps it felt less like she was being unfaithful to the memory of her husband, but whatever the case may be the redhead could not deny that it felt right somehow. Realizing suddenly that Rachael was still waiting for an answer, the older woman cleared her throat and added, “Y… yes, that’s correct. Is that a problem?”

“Oh, not at all.” the blonde assured as she briefly turned her attention back to her computer to check the master schedule, “We have a number of dominatrices on staff and all of them are quite skilled, I assure you. We here at Velvet Chains simply wish to make certain you get exactly what you want.”

Something in the young woman’s tone suggested that she was speaking from personal experience, prompting Claire’s blush to deepen ever so slightly as she pictured the young receptionist bound and gagged behind her desk, before shaking her head to try and clear it but unable to keep the questioning tone completely out of her voice, “Thank you?”

Rachael seemed to take it in stride, but even so the hint of a knowing smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she took a business card off the rack and quickly scribbled something onto the back of it before standing, “No trouble at all, ma’am. I have you scheduled for a one hour session in room six. If you’ll follow me?”

Accepting the offered card, idly noting the club’s logo emblazoned on one side and the time and date of her appointment written on the other, Claire just nodded as she watched the young woman circle the desk, “Of course.”

While she inclined her head ever so slightly in acknowledgment, Rachael said nothing as she began to walk across the room, making a beeline for a heavy steel door set into the far wall. After drawing a quick breath to steady herself, Claire turned on heel to follow the rather pretty blonde, her eyes locked upon that shapely figure as she noted again just how tightly the younger woman’s blouse clung to her body, the almost sheer material revealing the dark bra beneath, and how short her skirt truly was with the hem only barely covering her generously curved ass and showing off the garter belts holding up her stockings. However, even as she allowed her gaze to roam just a bit, the redhead soon found her thoughts drawn to the mysterious door they were rapidly approaching. Unlike the rather plain doors she had crossed through earlier this one felt more intimidating somehow. Not just for what it represented, but for how it looked. Painted pitch black and clearly made of steel reinforced with iron bars and heavy rivets it would not have looked out of place in a prison… or perhaps in a dungeon. Unable to keep another tiny grin from curling her own lips at the realization, to say nothing of how appropriate the symbolism was, Claire drew another breath to try and calm the butterflies swirling in her stomach as Rachael pushed the door open without pause and led her into the corridor beyond.

After seemingly endless days of anticipation and even longer nights of fitful sleep and erotic dreams, after more doubts and second guesses than she cared to name, the moment was finally upon her and the redhead squared her shoulders to meet it with a determined glint in her eyes. Unlike the bland and utterly institutional look of the entryway behind her, minus the waiting room’s kinky little touches of course, the hallway that sprawled out before them seemed far more appropriate to the club’s actual purpose. The walls were made of smooth red brick set with a dozen more black steel doors on either side of the narrow passageway while the tall, sharply vaulted ceiling overhead lent the space an ominous and almost gloomy feeling. A feeling only enhanced by the dim light cast from dozens of wrought iron lamps both hanging from that ceiling by chains and set into the brick itself. Each one looking more like some sort of Medieval restraint or torture device rather than a light fixture. So much so that she would not have been surprised to find naked women shackled to those walls despite the fact that she was utterly alone at the moment. Indeed, when combined with the way the door seemed to slam closed behind them and the way their footsteps seemed to echo off the stone floor as they walked Claire’s heart begin to race in her chest once again. In truth the ambiance was absolutely perfect for setting the mood, almost as if she’d stepped into the midst of a particularly elaborate fantasy and a sudden wave of arousal made her skin flush nearly as red as her hair. Practically licking her suddenly dry lips as that familiar heat bloomed in her core once again, Claire forced herself to remain calm as she dutifully followed her guide, passing door after door after door until number 6 at last loomed large in her vision, the burnished silver number painted onto its dark metal surface standing out sharply even in the flickering, shadowed light.

Stopping all of a sudden, Rachel glanced over her shoulder to offer a wan but somehow genuine smile, arms crossed in a way that emphasized her impressive bust as she turned to face the older woman, “Here we are, Ms. Devroux. Someone will be with you shortly, and please enjoy your stay.”

Swallowing softly Claire managed to return that smile, though her own was far shakier as every fiber of her being seemed to vibrate in anticipation, “Th… thank you.”

To that the blonde just nodded firmly and began to walk away, the click of her heels slowly receding into the distance as she made her way back to the front desk. For a moment Claire allowed herself to watch the woman go, eyes again drawn to the way her stilettos made her hips sway invitingly before shaking herself loose from that tempting vision. Drawing one last deep breath and closing her eyes as she slowly let it out again, the redhead felt her hands clench ever so slightly as she stepped forward and across that final threshold. Like the entrance now behind her, the doorway opened without the slightest bit of resistance, whisper silent save for the faintest creaking of hinges, to reveal a far brighter and far grander space beyond. The dungeon, for there could be no mistaking this room for anything else, was comfortably well lit. Almost surprisingly so in fact. Walls made of smooth but unpainted wood and floor covered in plush looking carpet in a deep red patterned with intricate black designs lent it an almost rustic atmosphere, but one underlined by a trace of elegance that was hard to place.

Of course, it was not the decor that truly caught her eye. The center of the room was dominated by a low bench of richly stained wood upholstered with padded black leather that would likely have been quite comfortable to sit on if not for the numerous cuffs affixed to that heavy wooden frame that would allow an occupant to be bound in dozens of different positions. As if to emphasize the point chains dangled from the wood paneled ceiling at various points and the walls were festooned with shackles while what she recognized as a St. Andrew’s cross had been shoved into the corner. Even seemingly mundane touches like the dresser pushed up against the far wall betrayed the room’s true purpose as numerous toys had been laid out upon its surface with almost surgical precision along with a generous selection of paddles, crops, canes, whips and floggers. Perhaps it was odd, but it was only then as she stood with this absolute wonderland laid out before her that Claire began to wonder if she was in over her head. And yet, even as she blushed down to the roots of her hair and bit her lip so hard that she almost drew blood, it was also undeniable that the realization was such an incredible turn on that the woman could feel her nipples harden and her pussy clench in desperate anticipation.

Carefully closing the door behind her this time, Claire shivered unconsciously as she spared a moment to imagine what it would be like to fully give herself over to this room and all it had to offer. While the notion sent a chill of delight racing up her spine, and sent the already intense ember of arousal throbbing between her legs into overdrive, the redhead still could not help but feel ever so slightly out of place as she tentatively crossed the room and lowered herself down onto to the bondage bench for lack of anywhere else to sit. It was as comfortable as she had imagined, the padding giving way beneath her weight with the faintest creak of supple leather, but in truth that was the last thing on her mind. To be perfectly honest, being surrounded by all these toys, most of which she had only ever seen in pictures before, was as intimidating as it was exciting. Not out of fear, not really, indeed some part of her longed for their touch, but all enthusiasm aside she was not really all that experienced when it came to the finer points of BDSM. Oh, she had been tied up plenty of times, found herself wrapped up in ropes and practically mummified in tape more than once to say nothing of how many times she’d been cuffed to the bed, but while all of that had been exhilarating it had also not been particularly taxing or complex.

The same with being gagged. Claire loved being gagged, loved having her mouth stuffed and her cries muffled, which was fortunate as she was both very loud and very enthusiastic as a lover, but glancing at the collection of gags hanging from the wall, the rubber and leather toys terminating in a ball gag nearly as big as her fist, the redhead could not help but blush even deeper. As wild as her younger years might have seemed at the time, it was obvious now that the games she’d once played had been almost shockingly vanilla compared to all the possibilities now on display around her. Yes she had enjoyed being spanked, yes she’d very nearly gotten off the first times she’d had clothespins put on her nipples, and yes she’d always found rough sex to be the best sex but all of that seemed to pale before the dawning realization of just how little she actually knew.

Then again, Claire had always liked to think of herself as a good student and right now she was very eager to learn.

That brought another slender smile to the redhead’s flushed face as she leaned back and propped herself up with one hand while idly picking at her shirt with the other. Perhaps that was another reason why she felt so out of place all of a sudden. A piece of advice the club’s website had offered to new customers was to wear something that was both comfortable and easy to take off for your first session, as well as something that you wouldn’t mind getting ruined if it came to that. Advice that Claire had followed, donning a simple sweatshirt that had long ago faded into an indistinct blue-gray and a pair of well worn jeans covered in rips. A comfortable outfit that she usually wore when cleaning the house or running errands, and one that was certainly easy to take off, but it left her feeling more than a little under-dressed surrounded by so much BDSM gear and all the idle fantasies it spawned. Indeed, she suddenly found herself wondering what it would be like to wear a corset or a harness or any one of a dozen more… sensual choices. Not that she owned anything of the sort, but the thought still brought a far broader smile to her face and a new pulse of heat between her legs. Or perhaps she should have simply worn a blouse instead, her smile growing as she imagined having it literally torn from her body at a dramatic moment to expose the heaving bosom beneath.

Then again perhaps it didn’t really matter. After all, she had a feeling that no matter what outfit she’d chosen she probably wouldn’t be wearing it for very long. As if summoned by her thoughts the sudden sound a doorknob being turned followed by the faint creaking of hinges cut through the still air like a knife and drew the redhead out of her fantasies, prompting her to look up only to find her breath caught in her throat as a pale figure slipped into the room like a ghost. In that moment striking was the only word that Claire could think of to describe the woman, striking and exotic. She was slender and a touch on the short side even in high heels, but far from lanky with long legs and a graceful body adorned with curves that, though modest, suited her frame perfectly. Pitch black hair had been expertly teased and crimped into an almost flowing wave that stood in stark contrast to her perfect, porcelain pale skin while strikingly sharp gray eyes, flashing like lightning before a summer storm and expertly outlined with kohl, peered out from beneath full lashes. A black satin blouse hung low past her waist, cuffed tight at the wrists by straps and unbuttoned just enough to show off the choker circling her almost delicate throat, while equally dark paints festooned with zippers and buckles sheathed her legs leading down to a pair of faux combat boots laced tight. Standing almost in contradiction to all that dark cloth, a corset of white leather cinched her waist tight, the steel-boned garment emphasizing the curve of her hips while what could only be described as a small top hat was perched upon her head at a jaunty angle, the bright red roses pinned to the brim the only real color in the ensemble save for her equally rich, crimson lips.

It was a striking vision to be sure, but what truly stood out to Claire about the dominatrix (and there could be no doubt that she was a dominatrix) was her sheer presence. An easy and confident smile curled those bright lips, the twin studs and slender ring pierced through the lower one glinting in the light along with her matching nose ring, while her posture betrayed an equally easy confidence that was almost intimidating despite her small size and slender physique. Indeed, the woman positively swaggered as she strode into the room with effortless grace despite the heavy boots she was wearing, a riding crop made of rich brown clutched tightly in her hands as she allowed the door to slam closed behind her, the sudden sound making the redhead actually jump in surprise. This was the posture of a predator, a hunter, a queen who was master of all she surveyed and demanded obedience. Despite herself, Claire unconsciously straightened up and fought the urge to look away as she felt her blush return in full force, unable to keep from imagining what it would be like to submit to such a woman, to feel those hands caress her body and tangle within her hair. Pleasuring her, punishing her, controlling her and making her scream in more ways than one.

“And what tender little morsel have they given me to play with today?” the woman asked as she stepped fully into the dungeon, her heels sinking into the carpet and her skin practically glowing in the light as she moved, voice clear and calm and yet tinged with that same steely power that her body language so effortlessly conveyed.

Claire bit her lip to suppress a moan as another shiver of excitement raced up her spine, that voice practically caressing her ears, supple tones rich with hidden promises sparking a whole new set of fantasies. Yes, that was exactly what she had imagined a dominatrix would sound like. Anticipation wound so tightly in her chest now that she could almost feel her muscles strain, and not certain if she should answer or not, the redhead finally dared to look up and meet the younger woman’s gaze only to find herself frowning in confusion at what she saw reflected there. As soon as their eyes met the brunette had frozen in place, her confident persona shattering like glass as a look of utter shock overtook her features, those once powerful gray eyes betraying what almost looked like a trace of fear.

For a long moment Claire could only stare, wracking her brain fruitlessly as she tried to figure out what had wrought such a sudden and dramatic change, some dark part of her mind wondered what it was about her that was apparently so objectionable. When the realization struck barely a heartbeat later she could only gasp in shock as well. She knew this woman. The outfit was new, the hairstyle was new and some of those piercings were new, but those eyes? She did not think she would ever be able to forget those eyes now that she could see them clearly. It had been more than a year since they had last crossed paths, perhaps closer to two now actually, and they had never truly been close but there could be no doubt that the young dominatrix standing before her was Elise Adler, one of her daughter’s old schoolmates, even if the pair had grown apart since the pale brunette’s own graduation.

For all of the fantasies she’s nurtured about this moment Claire had, in truth, held few expectations as to what this little adventure of hers might hold. And yet, even in her wildest dreams and darkest nightmares she could never have envisioned this. It should have been embarrassing, hell it should have been utterly humiliating to have one of her darkest secrets revealed like this to someone she knew, to someone barely half her age in fact, but even as the redhead felt her skin heat up the mortification she expected to feel never really materialized. Indeed a part of her, a part that she was trying very hard to ignore at the moment, found the situation utterly electrifying. The almost exhibitionist thrill of being discovered like this combined with the sheer taboo of fantasizing, however indirectly, about being dominated by a girl her daughter’s age sending a pulse of arousal straight into her core. It honestly felt like something out of a cheap romance novel of the type she most certainly did not read, but in some strange way that only seemed to make it better.

Blush darkening as the moment stretched thinner and thinner, the silence growing almost uncomfortable as the two continued to stare at each other, each wanting to speak but clearly having no idea what to say, Claire surprised herself by breaking first, “Elise! I uh, I didn’t expect to see you here. You’re a dominatrix now?”

It was such an utterly ridiculous thing to say, a rush of words fueled more by the need to speak than anything else, especially given the fact that they were both standing in the dungeon of a fetish club, but regardless of the awkwardness or the way the redhead actually winced at her own words, the odd greeting seemed to break the ice. Almost inexplicably some of the tension seemed to flee Elise’s shoulders, her lips twitching into what might have been the ghost of a smile before she let out a sigh and finished crossing the room in order to lower herself down onto the bench next to the older woman. Setting her crop aside and taking off her hat, more to give her hands something to do than anything else, the pale girl finally just shrugged and offered another slender smile, “What can I say? Some girls want to be ballerinas, I wanted to be a dominatrix.”

“For how long?” Claire found herself asking, honestly curious now as she glanced at the girl out of the corner of her eye.

“How long have I wanted to be a domme?” Elise returned, lifting a brow curiously as she regarded the redhead, a slightly far away look in her eyes, “Feels like as long as I can remember honestly. At least since the first time one of my girlfriends asked me to tie her up. I was just lucky enough to find a mentor willing to take me on. What about you?”

“What about me?” Claire returned, fairly certain she knew what the younger girl was asking but not quite ready to admit it just yet.

“Come now Ms. Devroux, no need to play coy.” Elise chided, a tiny smirk returning to the brunette’s lips as she drew herself up, the faintest touch of that easy grace returning to her posture, “Have you always been into this kind of thing, or is this new?”

“I’m hardly new.” Claire eventually admitted after a moment’s hesitation, her voice soft, “But, I… I haven’t indulged in a long time.”

Elise nodded almost absently, as if she had somehow expected that answer, before unconsciously flicking at her lip ring with the tip of her tongue and offering the redhead a sidelong glance “Does Talia know?”

To that Claire just shook her head, a tiny smile tugging at her own lips unbidden as she found herself opening up, “I’m very open with my daughter about a lot of things, but explaining to her that she was probably conceived while I was bent over the foot of the bed, handcuffed and ball gagged is not one of them.”

Elise blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard by that particular response before she suddenly threw her head back and laughed, voice ringing like silver bells as it practically echoed throughout the small room. A sound that Claire found she rather liked truth be told as she watched the pale brunette slowly gain control of herself again, the amused smile that had been curling her lips softening ever so slightly.

“Fair enough,” the brunette eventually conceded, still chuckling under her breath and looking far more relaxed now as she smiled honestly and glanced at the redhead again, “In any case, it was nice to see you again. Unexpected, but nice. Still, your secret’s safe with me and I’ll let them know you need a different domme.”

“That’s alright.” Claire interrupted as the girl began to stand, quickly taking her hand to stop her and a bit surprised at how comfortable it felt to hold, “You can stay.”

Pierced lips quirked into a soft but clearly curious frown, Elise studied the redhead’s face for a long moment, stormy gray eyes practically looking through her as the pale young woman searched for something. So much so that Claire actually began to squirm a bit beneath that inspection before a smile returned to the brunette’s lips, “Are you sure?”

“I trust you.” Claire confessed as she found herself returning that smile, honestly surprised at her own boldness and at how true that statement felt when she finally said it out loud. Still, she tried to inject a bit of levity into the moment before she could think too deeply on the matter, “Besides, after today I don’t know if I have it in me to meet any more new people.”

Despite herself a soft chuckle escaped Elise’s throat before she schooled her expression into something far more professional, smile turning almost sharp as she arched her spine invitingly and threw her shoulders back into an almost regal pose, “Well then, Ms. Devroux, we’d best get started then.”

“Claire,” the redhead found herself whispering, breath almost caught in her throat and more than a little turned on by how quickly the younger woman was able to slip back into character, to say nothing of how comfortably it seemed to rest on her shoulders, “Please, call me Claire.”

“Claire then,” Elise agreed, stretching out the word ever so slightly as if tasting it and finding it very much to her liking, “So tell me, Claire, what’s your safe word?”

Swallowing hard, some part of her convinced that voice and the way it seemed to transform her name into the most sensual of promises might actually kill her, Claire found herself hesitant to answer. She knew what a safe word was of course, she and her husband had used many of them over the years ranging from simple things almost impossible to forget, to silly phrases unlikely to be blurted out at the height of passion, but none of those felt appropriate in the moment. As strange as it might seem there was a certain intimacy to the act of sharing something even as simple as this. A secret that she and Elise alone would share, another link in the chain of trust binding them together, however briefly, as master and slave. Blushing fiercely at the direction of her own thoughts, the redhead bit her lip and glanced up to study the younger woman’s face, finding herself suddenly inspired by the milky tone of the dominatrix’s skin as she whispered, almost reverently, “Alabaster.”

“Alabaster,” Elise echoed, the tiniest of smirks momentarily tugging at the corner of her lip as she waited for Claire to nod. Satisfied, the brunette suddenly pushed herself upright, standing to her full height and unconsciously cocking her hips as she slipped the hat back onto her head with a practiced motion. Transformation complete now, the dominatrix flashed a much more sultry smile at her newest client as she began to idly tap her crop against the palm of her free hand, “Now, you’re clearly not one of the bored soccer moms I sometimes get, desperate to bring some kind of spark back into the bedroom, but if you’ve been away from the scene for awhile it’s probably best I ease you back into it.”

Claire had to suppress a smile at that, perhaps unintended, joke. After all, Talia did play soccer, had even earned a scholarship for it, and Elise was well aware of that fact so calling her a soccer mom wasn’t exactly incorrect all things considered, even if she liked to think she was a bit more interesting than that most of the time. Though in truth she understood that the young dominatrix had meant something else entirely by that comment. Some part of her wanted to protest the assertion that she needed to be eased back into anything, but the rest of her knew that the other woman was right. She had been away for a long time and even if she’d kept herself in good shape there was a lot more to it than that. And honestly, despite all the strange and unexpected turns the day had taken and the excitement that continued to throb in her chest, she still felt more than a bit out of her depth. And so, taking a breath to steady herself once again, the redhead just nodded silently.

Elise certainly seemed to appreciate the gesture, flashing a much more genuine smile for a brief instant before getting back to business once again, “Good. Now, a few ground rules. First, I’m going to move slowly and frequently ask you how you’re doing. Be honest about what you like and don’t like and don’t hesitate to use your safe word if I go too far.”

“Of course,” Claire agreed without hesitation. That was just common sense really, though given her own experience, she supposed it was a good idea to make sure that everyone was on the same page.

“Second.” Elise continued without a pause, “No gags during the first session.”

A bit taken aback by that pronouncement, Claire regarded the brunette curiously for a moment or two and opened her mouth to protest before pausing and eventually thinking better of it. Instead she just nodded again, “Okay.”

Elise did not let it go however, cocking her head slightly and lifting a well trimmed brow inquisitively, “Problem?”

“No, no problem.” Claire assured, her blush returning just a bit as she tried to explain, “I just… I just really like being gagged.”

To that Elise just smiled, “And I’d love to gag you, but it’s a bad idea until I know your limits a little better, and we both learn each other’s non-verbal cues. After all, not much point in having a safe word if you can’t convey it properly.”

Claire had to concede that it was a good point, and further proof that she really was out of practice, so she simply nodded once more, “I understand.”

“Very good.” Elise practically purred as she suddenly took a step closer and, in the blink of an eye, lashed out with her crop, pressing the tip up against the underside of Claire’s chin and forcing the older woman to tilt her head back until their eyes locked, “And from now on, slave, you call me mistress.”

“Yes, mistress.” Claire practically breathed, mouth suddenly dry and frozen in place by that stormy gaze as her pussy suddenly clenched tight, a trill of pleasure raced down her spine like a lover’s touch. Truth be told she’d always thought of it as little more than hyperbole, or perhaps a cliché straight out of cheesy romance stories, but in that moment the redhead feared she might actually cum from the sound of the younger woman’s voice alone.

“Good girl.” Elise cooed as she allowed the tip of her crop to trail down the curve of Claire’s throat and loop under the collar, “Such a good girl.”

The voice still doing very interesting things to her, Claire drew a shaky breath and swallowed again, “Thank you, mistress.”

Pressing a bit harder to stretch the soft material of the redhead’s shirt just enough to expose a hint of the sun-kissed skin beneath, Elise offered a slender smile, “And you want to keep being a good girl, don’t you slave?”

This time Claire could not suppress a moan as that word, that title, seemed to burrow into her mind and take root, the young woman’s almost velvety tone caressing her like a lover and settling firmly between her legs. God, if the buildup was this intense she almost shuddered to imagine what the actual session would be like! Still, despite the rising excitement she managed a tiny nod as an almost eager smile tugged at her lips, “Yes, mistress!”

For the briefest instant Elise’s smile shifted into a smirk, eyes flashing as she withdrew the crop and rested her hands on her hips, “Then strip.”

She had known it was coming of course, had been preparing for it since before her arrival in fact, but Claire still found herself a bit taken off guard now that the moment was finally here. The blush that already seemed to have become a permanent part of her features somehow darkened even further, she found herself hesitating for the briefest instant. It wasn’t that she was shy, far from it in fact. She was proud of her body and all the work she had put into it, but somehow the thought of undressing, of actually being naked in front of Elise made it all finally seem real for the first time.

Still, the heat on her cheeks and in her loins aside, the only other option was to back down and she’d come much too far for that now. And so, breathing slowly and deeply to keep herself centered, the redhead bit her lip to suppress a smile as she nodded and slowly pushed herself up off the bench. Stepping out of her sandals one after the other, both surprised and pleased at how nice the thick carpeting felt beneath her toes, Claire found herself squirming just a bit under her mistress’s gaze as she fumbled with her jeans, unbuttoning them with shaky fingers before pushing them past her hips and down her legs, the over-sized shirt she was still wearing protecting her modesty, if but barely.

Heart absolutely pounding now and throat once again dry, the redhead paused ever so briefly before bracing herself and adopting the most sultry smile she could manage as she took hold of the shirt’s hemline and shucked it off in one smooth motion, her long hair fluttering wildly like strands of fire as it settled back around her shoulders. Tossing the garment aside casually to join the rest of her clothing on the floor while raking the fingers of her free hand through those crimson locks, her blush having spread down her neck and across her chest to make the light dusting of freckles decorating her skin stand out sharply, the older woman deliberately cocked her hips to put her curves on display and at last dared to meet Elise’s gaze.

She wasn’t naked, not yet anyway, but standing clad in nothing but the skimpiest set of lingerie she owned, a bra of black lace cut so low that her ample breasts threatened to pop out at any moment and a matching thong that drew attention to her almost hourglass figure, the point was mostly academic. It had honestly been little more than a whim, but from time to time Claire liked to dress up even the plainest of outfits with a little something extra underneath, thrilling at how sexy it made her feel to wear things like this even if no one else would ever know. She had also wanted to make an impression and given the way Elise’s gaze seemed to roam over her nearly nude form with a glint of undisguised hunger reflected in those stormy eyes it looked like she had succeeded. Indeed, something stirred within her as she unconsciously preened beneath the younger girl’s inspection, something she had not felt in a long time, and something that she had missed terribly without realizing it.

“Well now, I see someone had plans,” Elise teased even as she never once allowed her gaze to waver, “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mistress,” Claire returned, turned on beyond all measure and struggling not to squirm beneath the brunette’s scrutiny, “Do you like it?”

Elise did not answer right away. Instead the brunette took a step closer and reached out with her crop, allowing the soft leather to rest against the redhead’s inner thigh before trailing upwards, eliciting the faintest shiver of pleasure as she teased the edges of her companion's damp and eager pussy through the thin material covering it before gently tugging on the waistband of her thong, “To think that you owned something like this. Maybe you’re really a naughty girl at heart.”

Biting her lip to suppress a whimper, Claire nevertheless managed to arch her spine ever so slightly to emphasize her breasts as she reached behind her back as if to unclasp her bra, “Would you like me to take it off, mistress?”

“Not just yet,” Elise countered even as she continued her explorations, the crop gliding along the plains of the older woman’s stomach to trace the edges of her ribs and trail up between her breasts, “A beautiful present should have beautiful wrappings, no?”

“Yes, mistress,” Claire practically breathed, torn between the desire to moan and the need to giggle as the polished leather tickled delicate skin, “Thank you, mistress.”

“Besides, how delightful to discover that you’re really a kinky slut at heart.” Elise continued without pause, her grin teasing and her eyes mischievous as she suddenly flicked her wrist to give the older woman a playful swat on the ass, “Now slave, don’t move a muscle while I get you something a little less… comfortable to wear.”

Although little more than a tap, Claire still found herself gasping in surprise and started ever so slightly at the sudden impact even as she bit her tongue to try and stifle the deep, shuddering moan that seemed to echo in her throat. Perhaps it was anticipation, perhaps it was memories of being spanked in the past and how much that had turned her on, but whatever it was the heat pulsing between her legs seemed to spike as soon as the crop touched her skin. It was almost unbelievable that a simple touch could stoke the fires of her passions so easily, but after so long without being touched she found herself blushing and wet and oh so ready for whatever her mistress might choose to do with her. Still, despite all of that the redhead obeyed as best she could, body locked in place and muscles trembling with tension as she stood with her arms behind her back in a pose that was both intentionally suggestive and unintentionally submissive, “Yes, mistress.”

It proved to be the right call as Elise’s grin shifted ever so slightly, clearly pleased with her slave’s obedience as she reached out to cup the older woman’s cheek and allowed her voice to drop into a low, sibilant whisper, “There’s my good girl.”

The sensation of warm, softly calloused fingers caressing her face tore a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper from between Claire’s lips as she struggled to stay perfectly still instead of leaning into that touch. By some miracle she managed to resist and the dominatrix flashed yet another smile before offering an almost playful wink and practically stalking deeper into the room and out of sight. And yet, no matter how much she longed to turn her head and follow the younger woman’s progress, Claire held that pose as her mistress’s footsteps, muffled though they were by the carpeting, grew more and more distant, before finally giving way to the sound of drawers opening and their contents being searched.

That only made it harder and curiosity squirmed like a viper in the back of her mind as her imagination began to run wild, breath quickening as she wondered what Elise had in store for her. Some kind of restraints to be certain, but what might they be. Cuffs? A rope? Or perhaps something more complex like a monoglove or a straitjacket, things that she had seen in pictures but never dared to imagine she would ever experience for herself. Then again, maybe the pale brunette really was searching for something for her to wear. Maybe a corset like she had imagined earlier so they could match, or perhaps something complex like a catsuit, or simple like a pair of high heels. Even with her relatively limited experience taken into account the redhead knew that the possibilities were almost limitless. A collar? A blindfold? Visions of tools to punish her with, or toys to pleasure her with danced in her mind’s eye and the redhead moaned again as she felt her blush deepen and breath quicken, hazy fantasies of being strapped down to the bench she had been sitting on just a moment earlier while being teased and flogged and fucked quickly taking shape. Letting out a breath, Claire closed her eyes to try and remain calm even as a shudder wracked her body, every muscle pulled taut as she tried and failed to keep her composure. Indeed, she became so caught up in the moment that for the second time in as many minutes the redhead was caught completely off guard when a hand suddenly smacked her ass just hard enough to make her yelp at the deliciously pleasurable sting.

Clearly pleased with the results Elise gave the other cheek an equally playful smack, grinning at the way the older woman seemed to unconsciously arch into her touch before allowing her fingers to caress a well-curved hip, “Does my good little slut like that?”

“Y… yes, mistress,” Claire managed, voice somewhere between a whimper and a moan as her entire body seemed to tremble beneath the touch of well-polished nails gliding over sensitive skin, to say nothing of the unexpectedly intense thrill that came from Elise calling her a slut in that inexplicably silky and yet powerful tone of hers. A bit of dirty talk that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before but simply did it for her in a way that she would never have expected and yet left her wanting more.

Slipping around her companion's lushly curved form without once breaking contact, Elise allowed her hand to trail up the redhead’s side as she moved, almost lazily gliding along the outlines of her rib cage and smiling softly at the tiny shudder that followed as she caressed the underside of Claire’s ample bosom, “I have a little game I like to play with all of my new clients.” as if to emphasize the words she tugged the older woman’s bra down just enough to free her left breast from its confinement, “Would you like that, slave?”

Swallowing softly, Claire nodded as best she could despite the way her body was practically vibrating with anticipation, “Yes, mistress.”

“It really is unfair just how beautiful you are.” Elise mused as she finished freeing the redhead’s bosom from its confinement, leaving the older woman’s chest fully exposed and allowing herself a moment to tease those delicate orbs before speaking again, “If I had tits like these I could have conquered the world.”

Even as she moaned in delight Claire could not help but grin ever so slightly, “Thank you, mistress. I’m very proud of them.”

That prompted a quiet chuckle as Elise’s lips twitched into an almost devilish smile, her piercings actually flashing as they caught the light and she took the opportunity to tweak an already firm nipple, “As well you should, if I age half as well as you did I’ll be a very happy woman indeed.”

Biting her lip this time as another, deeper moan threatened to escape her, Claire shuddered a bit, “Th… thank you, mistress.”

“But enough about me,” Elise practically drawled as she gently twisted that delicate nub held between long, delicate fingers while lifting her free hand to show off the trio leather bands now hanging from her slender wrist, “Do you know what these are, slave?”

Although those very talented fingers made it difficult to concentrate on anything else, Claire managed to force her eyes to meet the pale brunette’s own and swallowed softly to try and find her voice as that stormy gaze threatened to swallow her whole, “No, mistress.”

Ceasing her ministrations, much to her plaything’s annoyance, Elise dislodged the first band and held it up to reveal a collar made of soft black leather with a shiny chrome ring attached to the front and a slender padlock made of brass dangling from the buckle, though it was open at the moment, “I want you to put this on, and lock it if you dare. I want to test your dedication. To see how much you want to be mine.”

Honestly surprised by the sudden surge of want that seemed to fill her at the thought of belonging to the other woman, Claire wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and finally allowed herself to break the pose she had been holding for what felt like hours now. Unfolding her arms, she reached out with trembling fingers and took the collar, smoothly polished leather feeling almost cool beneath her heated touch as she gripped it tight. As she removed the lock and finished opening the buckle with slow and deliberate precision, it struck the redhead in that instant that she had never actually been collared before. Oh she’d worn chokers plenty of times, and Thomas had joked about buying a dog collar for her birthday oh so many years ago, but though they’d both laughed at the idea neither one of them had ever actually followed through on it. As such, Claire felt the full enormity of what she was about to do press down upon her as she slipped the band around her neck and, with the faintest tremble shaking her hands, buckled it down snugly. A quiet, shuddering moan seemed to escape her then as a tiny shiver racked her entire body, the soft pressure of the leather pressing against her throat sending a trill of pleasure down her spine and straight between her legs, the symbolic ownership of her body that it represented making her pussy clench and her heart race with excitement.

Pausing to enjoy the sensation, breath quickening as the unexpected thrill of the moment suffused her fully, Claire clenched her hands tight until the tiny padlock she was still holding seemed to burn her skin before almost impulsively slipping the device into place and locking her collar tight before she could think better of it. Marked and utterly helpless to remove said collar without Elise’s help now, the redhead felt the arousal that had been pulsing between her legs begin to practically throb while the blush that had been coloring her cheeks, and chest, darkened with renewed intensity.

“Nicely done, slut.” the pale brunette interrupted with a smile as she reached up to adjust her companion’s collar, gently twisting the leather to center the silvery ring affixed to the front of it over the hollow of the woman’s throat, “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“I’m yours, mistress.” Claire practically breathed, the quaver in her voice betraying just how excited she was to finally say those words out loud, and just how much she meant then, “All yours.”

“Not quite yet my dear,” Elise corrected, the mischievous and almost devilishly cruel smile from earlier returning for the briefest of instants as she allowed the last two leather bands dangling from her wrist to drop down into her hand with a flourish, “but soon. Now, do be a good girl and put these on as well.”

Even though it was not a question, Claire still nodded as she swallowed hard and took the cuffs, slipping them onto her own wrists one after the other without protest, though the short chain binding them together made it somewhat tricky to fasten the buckles properly. Still, after a moment or two of fumbling she eventually managed to tighten them down under the watchful eye of her mistress and lowered her gaze in an instinctively submissive gesture. Of course, as exciting as it was to be bound, such basic bondage was honestly more symbolic than anything else. With her hands restrained in front of her like this it would hardly be difficult to escape if she really wanted to, but that didn’t matter. Just the fact that she was now collared and cuffed with her mostly naked body bared for inspection was enough to make her wet and leave her practically shaking with raw desire.

Elise certainly seemed to agree if the almost shark-like grin that suddenly overcame the young woman's face was any indication as she reached into one of the many pockets adorning her pants and pulled out what Claire almost instantly recognized as a pair of nipple clamps, the tips of those little metal fasteners studded with blunted teeth and connected together by a slender chain that looked almost decorative as it glinted in the light. Unbidden, the redhead felt her breath quicken. Truth be told she had never worn clamps before either, not real ones anyway, but her breasts had always been very sensitive and she’d always loved having her nipples played with. Indeed, more than once she had very nearly managed to bring herself to orgasm while idly playing with her own chest even if she’d never quite managed to push herself all the way over the edge. As such the idea of being properly clamped on top of everything else made her already erect nipples harden to the point that the tender flesh almost began to throb in time with her heart.

Still grinning impishly, Elise reached out and took Claire by the wrist, gently turning the older woman’s hand so she could rest the clamps on her now upturned palm, deliberately coiling the metal into a neat little pile as she spoke, “Last but certainly not least, put these on slave. As tight as you dare. Consider it… consider it one last test of your resolve.”

Like the padlock she had been holding just a moment ago, the cool metal seemed to burn her already heated skin from the sheer force of what it represented and Claire had to bite her lip hard to keep from moaning. It was almost shocking how much wanted to obey that order, to feel cool steel bite into her sensitive flesh, but most of all she was surprised by just how much she wanted to impress her mistress. To prove herself worthy of the brunette’s attentions, and affections. Focusing on keeping her breath even as she tried to quell the tremble of anticipation that seemed to wrack her entire body, the redhead managed a tiny nod and fumbled with the clamps for a moment or two until she managed to orient them properly and grip them tight between trembling fingers, the whole process complicated by the cuffs binding her wrists together.

Furthermore, as she studied the devices it became readily apparent that she had no idea how they actually worked. The slender metal tongs closed easily enough when she pressed on them, but sprang open again almost instantly when she let go like a particularly kinky set of tweezers. There was no obvious catch, no button or spring to hold them shut and lock them in place. Honestly it took an almost embarrassingly long amount of time before she finally figured it out, but eventually Claire noticed that each clamp had a metal band around the base that could be slid up and down the mirror polished steel to both adjust the pressure and fasten them snugly. Blushing for very different reasons now, and carefully avoiding her mistress’s almost knowing gaze, the buxom woman took another breath and set the clamps in place one at a time, gasping at the soft pinch and then moaning as she gradually tightened them down until the strain on her nipples prompted her to bite her lip against the unexpected intensity of the sensation. More than that, the insistent sting that seemed to echo with ever beat of her heart was far more exciting than she had ever imagined it would be and, biting her lip again, the redhead had to fight the urge to tighten them even further as she finally allowed her hands to drop away from her chest and bowed her head low in another utterly submissive gesture.

“Impressive.” Elise noted, the obvious approval woven into the young woman’s dulcet tones bringing a smile to Claire’s face as a hand gently cupped her chin and forced her to look up while another gave the chain connecting her clamps an experimental tug eliciting a tiny wince followed by an almost aroused whimper, “And much tighter than I would have expected for a first timer. Either you’ve got some experience after all, or you’re going to be a lot more fun to play with than I expected.”

“Th… thank you, mistress.” the redhead managed, embarrassed and excited to the point where she was practically bursting at the seams now.

“Patience, my lovely.” Elise cautioned, clearly reading her plaything’s reaction before flashing another of those sharp smiles of hers, the glint returning to her eyes as she took a step back, “Now then slut, hands over your head.”

Curious as to what her mistress had planned, and partly convinced that she might actually cum from the sound of the brunette’s voice alone if they stretched this moment out any longer, Claire obeyed and tentatively lifted her arms high, bracing herself for anything. Of course, of all the things she had been imagining the last thing the redhead expected was for Elise to suddenly nod in satisfaction and then climb up onto the nearby bench in one surprisingly smooth motion. Before she could even think to comment, however, the younger woman balanced herself as best she could on her high heels and reached up to take hold of the chain connecting Claire’s cuffs, jerking her arms even higher until she was forced to prop herself up on her tip toes in order to relieve some of the pressure on her shoulders. Satisfied with that for now, the brunette then moved to clip her plaything’s cuffs to one of several thick chains affixed to the ceiling, locking the curvy redhead in place and stretching her out helplessly like a piece of meat on display. It was certainly an interesting experience, and as she shifted her stance as best she could to both explore the sensation and try and find a more comfortable position, Claire could not help but bite her lip again to suppress a shiver. Once more she could have probably escaped if she’d really wanted to, it would have been awkward to be sure but, unlike her collar, her cuffs were not locked and so with a bit of effort she could have unbuckled them and slipped away. Honestly that was probably the point, to ensure that if things got too intense she could still free herself even if all else failed, but the fantasy of it? The idea of being helpless and on display, of being utterly unable to resist whatever might follow? That was more than enough to make her tremble in anticipation, the sheer intensity of the arousal now ravishing her taut body making her nipples practically pulse within the harsh confinement of the clamps adorning them and making the patch of dampness darkening her thong stand out sharply next to her almost glistening thighs. Indeed, every inch of Claire’s skin seemed to practically glow with the intensity of her blush, embarrassment and exhilaration warring within her chest as her heart raced and blood pounded in her ears.

Of course, all of the thoughts racing in her head came to a screeching halt the moment surprisingly soft hands found her shoulders, thumbs caressing the edges of her shoulder blades while a pair of silky lips brushed against her ear, the contrast of hot skin and hard metal piercings making her shiver, “How’s that, pet? Too tight?”

Swallowing softly as those words registered Claire spared a moment to take stock of herself, adjusting her stance to flex already tight calf muscles and tugging experimentally on her cuffs before squirming in place to test her range of motion. An act that made the clamps dangling from her nipples sway beneath their own weight, and twist delicate flesh in a way that was positively delightful. Biting her own lip to try and contain the tiny whimper lingering in the back of her throat, the bound woman shook her head as best she could. Tight wasn’t exactly the word she’d use to describe the position she found herself in and, despite some strain on her arms and shoulders, being suspended like this was actually surprisingly comfortable. And, if she were being honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind if it were a bit tighter, “It’s… it’s fine, mistress. I can handle more.”

“So eager,” Elise teased, voice light with amusement as she allowed her hands to roam down her plaything’s back, polished nails grazing sensitive skin as she traced the ridges of her spine one vertebrae at a time, “Still, no need to rush in to things just yet. We’ll see how you feel at the end of the hour.”

Although it was certainly sensible advice Claire still tried to pout in protest only to find herself gasping in surprise beneath her mistress’s explorations, delicate fingers striking all of her most sensitive spots and eliciting a quiet shiver of pleasure in their wake as her breath caught in her throat. A gasp that quickly became a moan when those same hands suddenly dropped down to cup her mostly bare ass and squeeze. Almost whimpering as she cocked her hips to lean into that delightfully insistent touch, the redhead licked her lips and managed a soft and almost throaty reply, “Yes, mistress.”

“Still, you’ve been such a good girl, I suppose it’s only fair to give you a little reward.” Elise mused, almost idly, as she continued to caress her plaything’s gloriously firm and shapely backside while leaning in close once more to practically breathe into the older woman’s ear, “Now, close your eyes, slut.”

Practically shuddering as that voice, thick with power and playful promise both, seemed to settle into her very bones Claire found herself obeyed without question, closing her eyes and nodding her head as best she could, “Yes, mistress.”

Rather than answer with words, Elise chose that moment to pull back ever so slightly and release her grip on the older woman’s backside, much to her disappointment if the tiny whimper that followed was any indication, before suddenly slipping a blindfold into place and gently tightening it down to make certain that her plaything was well and truly trapping in darkness. Gasping softly at the shockingly pleasant feel of silken cloth brushing against her skin as it settled into place, Claire unconsciously wet her lips again and began to squirm in place as much as her bonds would allow, body tense and stomach quivering as a whole new wave of anticipation washed over her.

Anticipation that was soon rewarded when achingly familiar hands settled back onto her hips with a gently, almost teasing touch. Gasping at the sudden contact, then whimpering as Elise allowed her fingers to trail up and down the curve of her thighs before drawing nonsense patterns along the smooth plain of her stomach, the redhead could do little more than moan in delight and squirm even more desperately as she tried to lean into the younger woman’s touch. Smiling softly at that response, for all her plaything could not see it, the young dominatrix leaned in one last time to press a kiss to a trembling shoulder before at last allowing her hands to roam freely up the bound woman’s helplessly splayed out body to cup her breasts. Kneading those delicate mounts with gentle yet insistent pressure, exploring Claire’s chest with obvious relish and guided all the while by the steady stream of quiet moans and almost pleading whimpers that followed her touch, Elise’s smile sharpened ever so slightly as she drug her lips upward to press a second kiss to the back of the woman’s neck and to nip at the redhead’s ear with just enough force to draw an almost aroused cry somewhere between pleasure and pain from her plaything’s elegant throat.

“Do you like that, my little slut?” the brunette teased, not really waiting for a reply before tightened her grip to draw out another moan before tugging playfully on the clamps, “Or do you like this better?”

Torn between the contrasting sensations of clever fingers massaging her tits and harsh steel biting into her nipples, a deep and desperate moan escaped Claire’s throat as she threw her head back and arched her spine, pressing her chest into that heavenly touch even as she began to grind her ass against her mistress’s hips, “More, please more!”

“What was that, slut? More of this?” Elise asked, almost playfully, before pressing the tips of her thumbs into the delicate mounds she was fondling. Not waiting for a reply, she then carefully wound the chain connecting the nipple clamps the redhead was wearing around her pinky fingers to give the toys another, harsher, rug, “Or more of this?”

“Both!” Claire exclaimed as another cry tore itself from her chest, the shockingly pleasant sting prompting a full body shiver as her arms strained against the cuffs and her legs tightened as she tried to lift herself higher, “Please, mistress, please!”

“Well, since you said please.” Elise shot back, amusement thick in her voice, before cutting off any further comment by shifting her grip and tightened the clamps just a notch, the sudden increase in pressure making her plaything cry out in surprise, before drawing her hands back and allowing her palms to trail down the older woman’s sides. For a long moment they just stayed like that, the pale brunette’s fingers exploring her plaything’s body with deliberate slowness, eliciting quiet moans and tiny giggles as she found and cataloged particularly sensitive places. Eventually though she allowed her hands to settle onto Claire’s hips, gently kneading sensitive skin even as she began to speak again, “You know, I’ve always considered anticipation to be the greatest form of foreplay. Drawing the moment out, leaving a sub to wonder what’s about to happen and when.” there was the briefest pause as the young dominatrix allowed her voice to drop into a breathy, sensuous whisper, “That’s why I adore blindfolds so much. They really add to the tension. The uncertainty. The utterly delightful helplessness of being bound and exposed and vulnerable.”

Biting her lip to suppress a moan, Claire found that she could hardly disagree with the sentiment. The darkness enveloping her certainly added to the thrill of the moment, the uncertainty of it all fueling her arousal as her mistress explored her body, seemingly at random. However, before she could manage a response she felt the younger girl’s stance shift as silky soft lips brushed against the side of her neck just before pearly white teeth nipped at her pulse almost hard enough to leave a mark. At the same time one of the hands that had been caressing her hip dropped down to graze the lips of her labia through the thin silk covering them while the other slid back to cup her ass once again. Whimpering at the absolute riot of sensations assaulting her helplessly bound body, Claire bit down on her lip even harder as she tried to rock her hips and ride those slender fingers, the fires within her practically raging now, but her current position made that difficult at best.

Not that Elise was anywhere near finished with her of course. Finally stepping down off the bench she had been perched upon, the pale brunette practically molded herself against the older woman’s side, taking the opportunity to press a kiss between her shoulder blades and allow a pierced tongue to tease the ridges of her spine while tightening her grip to knead her plaything’s delightfully curved backside and tease a hard and eager clit with the tip of her finger. A deep and almost desperate moan escaped the helpless form held somewhat awkwardly in her grasp then, followed by a sharp and needy gasp as her teeth grazed delicate skin and the young dominatrix found herself grinning as she pressed herself even more tightly against Claire’s buxom frame and stepped up her efforts, carefully working the redhead closer to the edge without quite letting her crest the peak just yet. A technique that she had used to great effect in the past, and one that she had discovered was both gentle enough to serve as a good introduction while also being intense enough to break even the most hardened masochists if you kept at it long enough. Besides, she’d always enjoyed helping her subs explore the boundaries between pleasure and pain and she had a feeling that her newest toy was going to be a very apt pupil indeed.

While in no position to comment on that, Claire certainly seemed to appreciate the lessons if nothing else as she squirmed in delight and practically sagged in her bonds as she tried to buck her hips against the source of her pleasure. What she did not expect was for Elise to suddenly cease her ministrations and for the hand that had been fondling her eagerly to give her a sharp, but still somehow playful, smack across the ass. The sudden sting certainly caught her off guard, and made her gasp as her body seemed to straighten up instinctively, the abrupt shift making her nipple clamps wobble and bite into sensitive flesh in an unexpectedly delightful way, but before she could otherwise react her mistress began to spank her in earnest, each blow sending a shock wave through her well curved frame and drawing another deep, whimpering moan from between her lips no matter how hard she tried to stifle them. Indeed, the pale brunette certainly seemed to take delight in the noises her captive was making, varying her technique to keep the blindfolded woman guessing. Striking high then low, left then right, seemingly at random while alternating between taps so soft that Claire could not be certain they’d even happened to blows so hard that her hips actually shook beneath the force of them, the sound of skin striking skin practically echoing through the room. And yet, despite the sting, despite the way her ever growing cries of pleasure and pain seemed to fill the air, despite the way she found herself practically panting as her pussy clenched and her nipples throbbed within their confinement, it was almost shocking just how much the entire experience turned her on.

Just when it seemed as if her mistress had reached her stride and the redhead found herself bending over as best she could despite being cuffed to the ceiling in keen anticipation of the next blow, Elise once more stopped just as suddenly as she had begun. Instead the pale young woman reached out to again cup her Claire’s shapely ass, gently massaging still throbbing skin and almost delicately tracing the faint red hand prints now marring delicate flesh. Despite herself the older woman actually giggled beneath that gentle touch and found herself rocking her hips side to side almost playfully in an act of silent encouragement, and not so silent desire, as a quiet whimper escaped her and a familiar shiver raced down her spine.

Elise certainly seemed pleased with her response if nothing else as she allowed her fingers to wander freely, “Enjoying yourself, my dear?”

Calves straining as she struggled to press herself into the other woman’s hands, and faced flushed as she found herself very nearly panting with desire, Claire managed a tiny yet somehow eager nod, “Yes, mistress.”

“I’m glad,” Elise almost whispered, the smirk curling her lips almost audible in her voice as her hands slipped lower and she gave the redhead a firm but playful squeeze, “Ready to take things up a notch?”

Biting her lip to suppress a grin even as she gasped in delight beneath her mistress’s attentions, Claire nodded eagerly, “Oh yes, please mistress!”

“So eager,” the brunette practically cooed before giving the older woman’s cheeks an almost gentle pat and pressing another feather-soft kiss to the back of her neck, “Don’t worry slut, I’ll be gentle.”

With that the younger woman pulled away for the second time and Claire found herself whimpering softly at the loss of contact, almost shocked by how much she longed to feel those hands on her body again. Even in her most heated and passionate moments she had never felt anything like this before, especially since besides the rather vigorous spanking she’d just endured Elise had barely even touched her. Maybe her mistress was on to something when it came to anticipation and helplessness as foreplay, especially while the thrill of waiting and the knowledge of just how defenseless you truly were pressed in all around. Then again perhaps that should not have been such a surprise after all. Elise might be young, but she was clearly experienced at this sort of thing and though it was a bit embarrassing to admit even to herself the redhead was clearly still out of her depth, at least a little bit. Of course she had always enjoyed learning a great deal, and this had certainly been a very educational afternoon thus far. Who was to say how much more there was still to learn?

Almost unbidden Claire felt a smile curl her lips as she squirmed unconsciously in her bonds and rubbed slick thighs together, excitement coiling in her chest and heat pulsing between her legs. Honestly the waiting was killing her and as her heart pounded and her breath quickened, goosebumps rising almost uncomfortably across hot, flushed skin some part of her feared that she might actually explode from the sheer intensity of the moment. The rest of her couldn’t wait to find out and as she stood trapped in darkness, pinned in place and body practically singing with a potent mixture of arousal and anticipation, the redhead also could not help but marvel at how utterly exhilarating the experience had proven so far. However, before she could reminisce, or more accurately fantasize, about it any longer a soft sound suddenly cut through the air and Claire gasped in shock, eyes widening in surprise behind her blindfold as something long and cool struck her square in the ass, gliding across her left cheek with a delightful sting. A second blow quickly followed the first, on the right this time, and the redhead found herself jerking against her bonds as she instinctively twisted her hips, almost as if trying to escape. Even so a new blush darkened her skin as she instinctively moaned and arched her spine in eager anticipation of the next strike, but it was not to be.

No, once again Claire found herself caught off guard when familiar fingers returned to trace the new marks adorning her skin and an equally familiar voice caressed her ears with its dulcet and yet amused tone, “Enjoyed that I see.”

Practically purring beneath that unexpected but certainly pleasant caress, the bond woman found herself swallowing softly, “I… yes, mistress.” Biting her lip she hesitated for the briefest instant before asking, “What… what did you do?”

“Oh, nothing much.” Elise answered in that same, quietly amused tone as she brushed the soft leather implement she was holding against her plaything’s hip, if far more gently this time, “Just gave you a little taste of my trusty cat-o-nine-tails. Simple, reliable and perfect for breaking in new toys.”

Biting down on her lower lip as she tried to suppress a shiver, Claire found her blush intensifying as her pussy clenched at the feeling of those soft leather tails caressing her skin. Although she had never been flogged before, the redhead could admit to having fantasized about it after a few… particular videos she had run across, the idea of subjecting herself to such visceral punishment appealing on some instinctual level. And she was not disappointed. While the spanking had most certainly gotten her motor running it paled in comparison to what even the briefest touch of the lash had awakened within her. It also left her at something of a loss for words and she found herself worrying her lower lip for a long moment before finally speaking, “May I… May I please have more, mistress?”

Placing her hand on the small of the older woman’s back and drawing a finger up her spine, eliciting a deep and shuddering breath, Elise’s voice took on a low and almost smokey tone of pure sex as she leaned in close, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Moaning deep in her throat, Claire could not help but shudder. Perhaps she’d been wrong earlier and the waiting wouldn’t kill her, but that voice? That voice just might. Not that her mistress gave her much of a chance to recover as mere seconds later the woman’s hand withdrew and the cat replaced it, leather striking with a resounding smack. Then another and another and another as the pale brunette quickly established a rhythm, arcing the flogger in an almost lazy figure eight as she tanned her plaything’s backside left then right then left again. A gesture that certainly seemed to be appreciated if the way the bound figure began to moan and squirm and writhe beneath each blow was any indication, the woman deliberately and playfully shaking her ass as she urged her mistress on. An invitation that Elise was more than happy to accept, a grin tugging at the corner of her pierced lips as she slowly increased the speed and force of her strikes even as she carefully gauged the redhead’s reactions to make certain not to push too far.

Not that Claire seemed to notice or much care in any case, far too lost in the unexpectedly pleasurable paradox of being whipped. Each blow of those leather strips against flesh stinging in a delightfully intense way and sending an almost violent shiver up her spine, the utterly blissful cocktail of adrenaline and endorphins swimming in her veins amplifying the sharp contrast of pleasure and pain into a wondrous symphony. Indeed, the nearly painful throb in her core grew almost unbearable and made the redhead’s already flushed skin feel positively molten as blood surged with every beat of her racing heart. Honestly the sheer intensity of her masochism was almost overwhelming in its own right, and certainly shocking. Submissive tendencies aside, the bound woman had never dared to imagine anything like this before even as she knew on some instinctual level that she had barely scratched the surface of her own desires, much less the things that Elise could still teach her. She wanted, no she needed more. Needed to know just how far she could go, just how far she could be pushed and just how where all of this might lead.

And perhaps she’d get the chance to find out sooner than she’d expected because, all of a sudden, Elise drew her arm back and landed a particularly solid blow, the resounding crack of leather against flesh reverberating through the room like a gunshot and making her ample assets jiggle invitingly. Moaning with almost orgasmic intensity, Claire arched sharply against her bonds as her entire body seemed to spasm. Blushing almost fiercely now, the redhead felt that moan trail off into a whimper, almost a whine really, as the flogging she had been enduring ended just as suddenly as it had begun, the stinging caress of the cat replaced with the gentle and almost soothing touch of slender and oh so lightly calloused fingers. Almost despite herself the bound woman could not help but sight as her mistress practically massaged her now thoroughly tanned backside only to gasp softly, an almost imperceptible shiver racing up her spine as those fingers then trailed down the curve of her ass to dip between her thighs and gently trace the outlines of her throbbing pussy through the delicate and now thoroughly soaked lace protecting what remained of her modesty.

“I see someone’s enjoying themselves.” the pale young dominatrix teased, voice still pitched into the smokey, teasing cadence from earlier, “You’re soaking wet.”

Claire hadn’t thought it possible for her blush to deepen any further, but once again her mistress had proven her wrong and even behind her blindfold the bound woman clenched her eyes shut as she struggled to form words around the breath caught in her throat. There was no point in denying it, especially when that feather soft caress continued unabated, but it still took all of her willpower to not simply start grinding against those fingers, “Yes, mistress.”

“Not too much, I hope?” Elise asked with a deceptively casual air, even as she pressed just a bit harder to tease her plaything’s clit.

“NoOOH, mistress.” Claire managed, practically jumping out of her skin as that touch sent a jolt of pleasure straight into her brain. Even so she could not help but be moved by the concern, even if she desperately wished her mistress would stop teasing her.

Unexpectedly she got her wish, thought not in the way she might have hoped as those fingers withdrew all of a sudden, brushing against her inner thigh ever so softly before settling back onto her ass with a playful squeeze. At the same moment Elise pressed up against her plaything’s side as her voice took on a rough and deliciously sensuous edge, “Very good. Now, spread your legs for me, slut.”

Swallowing hard, Claire obeyed as best she could, adjusting her footing and spreading her legs wide, her thighs practically trembling now as a whole new wave of anticipation washed over her, “Like this, mistress?”

“Just like that,” Elise practically purred, a grin curling her lips as she allowed herself a moment to caress the older woman’s lusciously curved body and deceptively soft skin, golden tan almost lost beneath the force of her blush and the heat of her arousal. Still, as much as the brunette was enjoying herself, time was beginning to run short and so, after a handful of heartbeats, she leaned in close to whisper, “Brace yourself.”

That was all the warning Claire got before her mistress stepped back and swung the flogger up in a sharp, under-handed arc right between the redhead’s legs. Intellectually the bound woman knew that the toy had been designed to be relatively gentle. It was too short to build up much momentum for example, and the tails had been made of broad strips of soft, thin leather to ensure they could not break the skin no matter how hard it struck. A tool intended for play and not for punishment, not truly, and one that while capable of stinging could not do much more than leave a mark unless one was trying very hard. And yet, while Claire knew all of these things intellectually when those same leather tails struck her square in the pussy, throbbing flesh almost spasming beneath the impact as shock seemed to reverberate throughout her entire body and explode within her brain, all of that knowledge meant nothing.

Elise only struck her once, but once was more than enough to make the redhead howl like the proverbial banshee as she jerked hard against the chains binding her. However, what truly surprised her was not the sudden burst of pain that seemed to echo through her loins, but just how good it felt. And, after being bound and teased and punished for what felt like an eternity, just how close she’d come to an actual orgasm from the impact alone. She really was learning a lot about herself today and despite everything Claire almost smiled until a hand, soft and gentle and almost soothing, fell on her hip to still her struggles. Immediately she tensed, bracing herself for another blow, honestly amazed by just how much she wanted it and just how much she hoped it might be enough to finally push her over the edge.

And yet, no matter how much she craved another taste of the lash Elise did not strike her. Rather, the pale brunette discarded the cat almost casually and laid her now free hand on the plaything’s side. For a long moment she once again contented herself with exploring the bound woman’s captive body, fingers drawing nonsense patterns on the redhead’s surprisingly flat stomach and teasing the edges of her ribs just enough to elicit a giggle. Smirking at the way Claire began to squirm beneath her touch, tiny whimpers and muffled moans marking her progress, the young dominatrix eventually ceased her ministrations and slowly began to circle that deliciously splayed out form in order to stand in front of her plaything once again.

Hands shifting to cup the redhead’s full breasts and give them a playful squeeze, Elise slowly allowed her fingers to trail upwards and caress the edges of Claire’s jaw before suddenly taking hold of her blindfold and tugging it down around her throat. Grinning at the almost dazed look reflected in the older woman’s beautifully blue-gray eyes she once more allowed her voice to drip into a teasing and sensuous purr, “My, my, such a strong reaction.”

Although still a bit dazed from everything, and squinting at the sudden influx of brightness stabbing at her eyes, Claire blinked a few times to try and clear her vision only to gasp softly and let out of a low, shuddering moan when those same hands suddenly cupped her face and delicate thumbs began to caress her cheekbones. Biting her lip even as she leaned into that touch, the bound woman found herself shivering as she struggled to find her voice, “Th… thank you, mistress.”

“It is impressive though.” Elise continued without pause, the smile tugging at her lips turning warm and perhaps ever so slightly fond before her hands suddenly dropped down and took hold of the clamps dangling from the redhead’s nipples, squeezing them tight as she did, “I so rarely get to work with such a natural masochist.”

At this point it was impossible for Claire’s blush to darken any further, but even so it still felt as if her cheeks were on fire as the sudden sting of the clamps seemed to surge through her veins, forcing her to bite her lip to try and stifle a moan as a spasm wracked her pussy and a wave of arousal flooded her core. Still, even as she trembled and thrust her shoulders back to lean into the younger woman’s touch, Claire tried to respond as best she could, “Maybe… Maybe you’re just a good teacher, mistress?”

“Maybe.” the pale brunette allowed, her voice turning just a bit coy as she locked the clamps down as tight they could go, “Even so, getting a chance to play with someone who so clearly enjoys the intersection of pleasure and pain is such a treat.” Stormy gray eyes flashing with lust, the dominatrix let go of the clamps and moved to gently knead her plaything’s breasts once more, “Now, I don’t normally do this, but I think you deserve a reward for being such an eager little sub. Wouldn’t you agree, slut?”

Crying out in something like ecstasy, torn between the sharp sting in her nipples and the thrill of Elise’s touch massaging her chest, the bound woman managed a nod even as she tried to bite back another moan, “Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!”

The brief glint of a piercing catching the light as the younger woman’s lips twitched into a smirk was the only warning Claire received before she suddenly and quite unexpectedly felt a gag being pressed to her lips. Despite the shock she still instinctively opened her mouth to allow the intruder entry, a tiny muffled moan escaping her throat as a firm but ever so slightly spongy ball of rubber settled behind her teeth and forced her jaws wide. Indeed she could not help but shoot her mistress a curious glance as leather straps were tightened down harshly to secure the gag in place and ensure that she could not work it loose no matter how hard she tried, eliciting another quietly aroused moan in the process. It was certainly not the first gag she had ever worn, not even the first ball gag in fact, but compared to the cheap toys and homemade devices she owned this was by far the largest and the most finely made she had ever endured, the dark rubber filling her mouth with a deliciously firm pressure while the straps cut into her cheeks in a way that made the bound redhead actually shudder with delight.

Of course, as much as she was enjoying the experience Claire also could not help but wonder why Elise had changed her mind about gags all of a sudden, not that she was in any position to ask at the moment. She also could not bring herself to care overly much when the pale brunette suddenly shifted position, a positively sultry smile curling her dark red lips as she reached out and took hold of the chain connecting the nipple clamps, carefully wrapping it around her finger while never once breaking eye contact. Giving the toys an almost gentle tug, pinching tender flesh and drawing out another long, low cry of pleasure intermixed with pain as she slowly increased the pressure, the young dominatrix went in for the kill. Placing the palm of her free hand on the bound woman’s stomach and reveling in the way muscles twitched in anticipation beneath her touch, Elise slowly began to work her way down, slender fingers tracing along the edges of her plaything’s naval and gliding over sensitive skin before working their way beneath the delicate lace of the older woman’s thong to tease her wet and eager sex.

Although she had been hoping for something like this for what felt like ages, Claire still could not help but gasp at that sudden contact, a shiver wracking her entire body as slender and delicate yet surprisingly strong fingers traced the lips of her labia with tender and yet insistent care, a brief flash of embarrassment flitting through her mind at the fact that she had not given her pubic hair more than a cursory trim in years before the sensation of those same fingers suddenly plunging deep into her eager and oh so willing body overrode everything else.

Moaning into her gag now, the redhead’s eyes flutter closed as her legs, already trembling from the strain of standing on her tip toes, grew weak. At the same time her body tightened around the intrusion and her hips began to buck unconsciously against the source of her pleasure, desperate now for the release that finally seemed so close. Not that Elise was prepared to let her go so easily of course. Bending her wrist sharply the pale brunette twisted her fingers in a way that seemed to strike all of the older woman’s most sensitive places at once, smoothly polished nails grazing velvety inner walls and forcing slick flesh to practically pulse as vaginal muscles clenched tight.

Pleased by the reaction, her mistress smiled thinly and gave the clamps another playful little tug, the sudden jolt of pain both amplifying the wave of pleasure radiating from between her legs and prompting Claire’s eyes to shoot open as her legs finally gave out and she practically collapsed into her bonds, her body jerking to a halt as the chain binding her arms over her head drew taut and the cuffs around her wrists dug into her skin despite their padding. Whimpering low in her throat, muffled as it was by her gag, at the deliciously intense strain on her shoulders, breath ragged and barely able to move beneath the riot of sensations assaulting her, the bound and helpless woman could do nothing but beg as her mistress hit her stride, the pale brunette thrusting deeper and harder with every stroke and tightening her grip on the clamps as she did until her plaything’s already throbbing nipples went practically numb beneath the unrelenting pressure. It was only then, as the redhead was reduced to a trembling, whimpering mess that the younger woman finally went in for the kill, twisting her wrist even more sharply to hit just the right spot while allowing the tip of her thumb to caress a hard and eager clit with an almost deceptively gentle touch.

Even if Claire has possessed the will to resist, at that point her strength was utterly spent. Something seemed to break inside of her then, breath catching in her throat and eyes wide in shock as her body seemed to tense, every muscle pulled as taut as spun steel as the sensation of those marvelously talented fingers teasing already frazzled nerves finally shattering any and all traces of self control she might have possessed. Arching her back so sharply that her spine actually popped, the bound woman howled into her gag as her hips bucked hard against the thumb now pressed firmly against her clit, chains rattling and pussy practically quaking as she rode her mistress’s hand and an orgasm of truly monstrous strength finally tore its way free from her trembling and helpless form. The fact that her thrashing only stretched her nipples even further just made it better, as did the resistance of the gag as she bit down, hard, against the firm rubber.

Indeed, even as she began to practically drown in the haze of sensation that threatened to swallow her whole, some part of Claire could not help but note that it was perhaps the best, and certainly the hardest, orgasm she’d had in years. A climax of such intense strength that it practically rattled her teeth and settled into her bones, a radiating wave of pleasure that raced through her veins like lightning and threatened to fling her into the depths of subspace with a shattering intensity. Of course, Elise was still far from finished with her and continued to work that trembling, quaking, thrashing body with a skill that seemed almost unreal until she had teased a second and then a third orgasm out of her plaything’s already exhausted frame, pushing the bound woman to the breaking point and beyond until the pleasure itself became almost painful. Of course, that only seemed to make it better and as one last, titanic shriek tore its was free from her already raw throat, Claire felt her eyes roll back into her head as she collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, a warm and comforting darkness rushing to embrace her as aftershocks raced up her spine and tiny whimpers escaped her gag. Indeed, she was so lost in that seemingly endless sea of bliss that she was barely aware of anything until the cuffs around her wrists suddenly released themselves and she collapsed into a pair of deceptively strong arms. Moaning softly as she instinctively snuggled against the warm body holding her tight, the redhead could not help but mewl softly as she was guided down onto the bench, torn between relief at finally being able to rest the trembling muscles in her limbs and discomfort as her weight pressed down on her still sore backside. Through it all her mistress’s embrace never once wavered however, and it was only after what seemed like an eternity of basking in the feeling of soft hands carding through her hair and soothing words caressing her ears that Claire finally opened her eyes again.

Squinting against the light and blinking away tears, utterly unconcerned about the way her mascara was running, Claire instinctively moved to lick her lips only to realize that her gag had been removed at some point. Working her jaw a few times to test that fact, the redhead glanced to her left, voice rough from screaming and yet almost tentatively soft as well, “Mistress?”

Shifting just a bit to look the older woman in the eye without breaking contact, Elise offered a warm and somehow gently amused smile, “Not your mistress for much longer, I’m afraid.”

It was a joke of course, but even so Claire could not help but feel a pang of sadness at that pronouncement, at the reminder that their time together, as unexpected as it had been, was almost over. An almost shockingly bereft feeling followed in the wake of that understanding, one that cut through the afterglow like a knife and prompted her to wrap her arms around the slender brunette’s snugly corseted waist and hold on tight, “You’ll always be my mistress, mistress.”

“Well, glad I left an impression at least.” Elise quipped, perhaps trying to ease the tension, faint laughter rumbling in her chest even as she adjusted her grip to lean into the redhead’s lush and inviting body, “But, in all seriousness, are you feeling alright?”

Although a touch of her earlier blush returned at that gentle teasing, Claire still found herself smiling as she eagerly snuggled against her mistress’s body and took stock of herself. While an ache lingered in her shoulders, and between her legs, to say nothing of the way her cuffs had left surprisingly deep marks on her wrists from the strain of supporting the weight of her thrashing form and the fact that the clamps were still squeezing her nipples in their inexorable grip, she felt remarkably good. Sore yes, but in a strangely pleasant way, like the burn after a good workout or really great sex. A realization which made her blush deepen yet again as, in a very real sense, what she’d just gone through could easily count as both. Still, shifting just a bit within her mistress’s embrace and biting her lip to suppress a moan as the sudden movement drew attention to the still tender marks on her ass and the lingering throb between her legs, the redhead pushed on, “I feel good, mistress. Really good. I’ve never… it’s never been like this before.”

Pressing an almost delicate kiss to the older woman’s brow, Elise’s smile grew far more genuine for a brief moment as she began to gently rub Claire’s back, “I’m very glad to hear that. We do aim to please after all, but still were there any parts that you liked specifically? Or things you didn’t like for that matter?”

Resting her head on the surprisingly small girl’s shoulder, Claire let out a sigh and closed her eyes as she allowed herself a moment to revel in the sensation of soft yet surprisingly strong fingers caressing her spine. She certainly had no complaints, and felt herself smile again as she answered, “It was perfect, mistress. Everything was absolutely perfect.”

Elise could not help but chuckle just a bit even as she allowed her hand to roam downwards onto the familiar curve of her plaything’s ass, “High praise indeed.” A brief pause followed as her lips curled into a smirk, “So nothing could be improved then?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.” Claire returned with a grin of her own as she playfully shook her hips from side to side, “It was wonderful mistress, but I want more.”

“More?” Elise prompted, her voice practically a whisper as she leaned in close, “More of what, my dear?”

“Everything, mistress.” Claire admitted, heat rising on her cheeks as she was possessed by the sudden urge to kiss the younger woman, “More of everything.”

“I suppose your wish is my command.” Elise practically breathed and for a brief moment it looked as if the younger woman might close the last of the distance between them and brush their lips together, but instead the dominatrix let out an almost wistful sigh and pulled back, “Still, as much as I’d love to… educate you further, there simply isn’t time right now. Another day, perhaps?”

“Another day.” Claire agreed, quietly affirming the unspoken promise hanging in the air between them as she offered her mistress a tentative smile.

Crossing her legs and bending forward just enough to then cross her arms over her knee, Elise worried her lower lip for a brief moment, the tip of her tongue almost idly flicking at the ring pierced through it as she pondered some apparently weighty matter before finally reaching a decision. Stormy gray eyes flashing in the light, the pale brunette reached out and placed a hand on her companion’s bare thigh, fingers trailing almost suggestively as she returned that smile, “Well then, why don’t you hold on to that collar for me? Of course, I’ll have to keep the key you understand. It’s just a loaner after all.”

Although the feeling of those fingers trailing up her inner thigh to almost but not quite graze her still tingling pussy made the redhead shiver with delight, Claire’s own hand instead shot to her throat to touch the collar she had almost forgotten she was wearing. The collar that she had placed around her own neck at her mistress’s command. The collar that was locked on tight even now, the tiny padlock dangling from the front an indelible sign of her submission. A statement that she had been claimed, owned, in some ineffable way. Swallowing hard as excitement coiled in her chest, the symbolism of it all very much not lost on her, Claire felt herself nodding along, “Yes, mistress. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, my dear.” Elise affirmed, giving the older woman’s thigh one last squeeze before finally levering herself back up onto her feet and offering a hand, “Now, as much as it pains me to say it, we need to get you dressed.”

To that Claire could only nod, if a touch ruefully, as she accepted the offered hand. Today had most certainly not gone the way she had expected, though in truth it was hard to say what she had expected. Indeed, as wild as this little adventure had proven to be, she wouldn’t have traded it, or the person she’d spent it with, for anything in the world. Honestly she’d almost forgotten just how incredibly satisfying it was to be properly bound, to say nothing of how marvelously intense the release that followed had been, both sexual and otherwise. Indeed, the blush that had been staining her cheeks all afternoon once again began to spread down her chest as she thought back to the feeling of being clamped and cropped and teased, a riot of sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced before that had driven her absolutely wild in all the best ways. And yet, as she had confessed to her mistress, she was far from satisfied. The old itch she had spent years trying to ignore had most certainly been scratched, but in the wake of that relief a hunger had awoken within her, a hunger she was not certain could ever truly be sated. And so, as she allowed herself to be pulled to her own feet, the redhead could not help but offer Elise another smile. No matter what else might happen she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was not leaving this building without another appointment, just as she knew exactly who it would have to be with. Maybe neither one of them were quite ready to admit it just yet, but in the end some part of Claire knew that this was the beginning of something special.