The covers were on the floor. Sara was soaked in perspiration, though the room felt cool on her naked skin. Naked. Her full length cotton night gown was torn and lying on the floor. Sara's heart was racing. It happened again. Lying there in the quiet room, the distant sounds of the empty house teasing her with their normalcy. Forcing herself to get up, she stripped the bed and made it up fresh, then putting her gown in the trash, she took a long, hot shower that failed to make her feel as clean as she wanted. She looked at herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
Dark brown hair in full natural waves that fell to her narrow shoulders. Face too thin and eyes too wide, she felt, though many felt she was lovely. Or so they said. Full breasts with nipples that seemed even now to strain forward as though reaching for the lips or fingers of another. She blushed at the thought. Sara was not a virgin. She had had three lovers in her twenty two years. The first, Carl, when she was still eighteen. They had both been virgins and over the next year they experimented together, but the scope of their experience was limited. Brad was more of a challenge. He taught her the thrills of oral sex and the adrenalin wrought kick of public sex, but he seemed to feel that she was too weird for him. She never understood that. Her most recent lover, DJ , was into long and slow sex and though Sara generally had her orgasm, she felt that their had to be something more. Then the dreams started.
Dressed in her casual conservative slacks and blouse, Sara forced her mind to concentrate on her work and tried not to think about the dreams.
"Phillip is such a beast."
"What did the pirate do now?"
Sara tuned in to the conversation of her co-workers. She knew that Phillip was Mary's fiancé and that Mary loved to tell of their latest escapades.
"He took me to an S/M club."
"A what?"
"It's a club for people who are into S & M; you know, the whips and chains crowd."
"Ooooo. Kinky. Is he into that?"
"I don't think so. He just likes to watch. I have to say it sure got his motor started."
"What kind of things did they do?"
"Well, we couldn't get into the private rooms... I hear that is where the good stuff is... but the public room had some girls in skimpy latex outfits and a guy in a leather jock strap and an executioner’s mask who locked them in stock type things and paddled their butts with a wooden paddle. Weird."
"They have that kind of thing around here?"
"Believe it or not, just a few blocks from here."
Both women seemed flushed though they both pretended to be shocked. Sara wanted to ask more, but she had always been shy and she was uncomfortable with letting anyone know about her dreams.
"What's the matter, Sara? You look like you're a million miles away."
Sara looked up. Until today, she would have said that Bobbi was her best friend. Bobbi was looking at her with concern, but she was also looking at the other girls as though not certain of her role. Sara realized she would never feel comfortable telling Bobbi about her dreams. Now, she realized; she truly had no close friends. Bobbi was her work friend. Trish was her neighbor friend.
Sara shook her head.
"Nothing. Just, didn't sleep well last night. Too hot."
"Hot? Honey, it was the nicest night for sleeping in weeks."
Sara shrugged, not even realizing how this made her breasts move beneath her silky blouse.
That night, Sara went to the club. Melissa... her club friend.... was working out. She seemed to watch Sara as she went into her routine. Sara was determined to tire herself out. She had to sleep. She had to get past these weird dreams. Melissa nodded to her as they both worked out, the sweat spots growing on their soft tight leotards.
"You okay?"
Sara just nodded, counting her slow reps. Melissa nodded.
Melissa was taller than Sara's five six and her blonde hair was short and spiked. Her half lidded green eyes took in Sara's tight body as she worked and she said nothing.
Finally, burning and trembling with the effort, Sara felt she could do no more. She went to shower and then steam. In the steam room, Melissa was sitting naked on her towel. She watched Sara as she re tied her towel around her waist and sat on the wood bench.
"You need to get over that, hon."
"Excuse me?"
"Just us girls here. No need to hide the goodies."
Sara looked at her towel covered lap. She was right. She had often when alone in the room thought of just leaving the towel off but was always afraid that someone might walk in. She looked at Melissa. She did not know the woman well, and other than here at the club, she would not run into her. Suddenly she found herself asking,
"Do you know anything about S&M?"
Melissa laughed out loud, and only stopped when she saw the pain and embarrassment on Sara's face.
"Hey. Relax. As a matter of fact. I do."
Sara looked at the other woman. The swirling mist made the room seem less real.
"Like what?"
Melissa wiped off her breasts and her tummy. She smiled as she leaned back.
"You are gonna make me make it a lot steamier in here."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"But it is important to you. Have you met someone?"
"Not... like that. I have been... having these really strong and very realistic dreams."
"Ahhh... have you ever been to one of the clubs?"
"There's more than one?"
"Okay. Never been. Read any of the web sites? Kuffs? White Rose? Castlerealm?"
Sara shook her head, her hair damp with the steam hanging to her soft shoulders.
"Interesting. So the dreams just came from out of the blue?"
"Yes."
"Okay. This is touchy. I ..... well... I am a Dom, okay?"
"A what?"
"Damn." Melissa laughed, not unkindly."
"I prefer to be the one doing the punishing."
"Oh. So, what do you call the ...."
"Subbie, Sub. Or slave, or kajira or ... it depends on a lot of things. Can I make a suggestion?"
"Yes."
"Let me write out some of the sites for you. Read up on them. If you are still interested, I will be here Thursday. Bring a simple white sleeveless shift. After we work out, we will go to one of the clubs. I will try to answer any questions you have."
"And if I am not interested?"
"You will be. But, if not. No harm."
Sara thought about it for a while. Then nodded. She followed Melissa out to the showers and waited until she was done in the shower to get her own. When she came out, again covered, Melissa was dressed in slacks and a sweater. Sara didn't know what she thought the woman would be wearing but she seemed to be almost disappointed.
"Here. Try these sites. I included the shibari site. Even if you are not into knots, it can be very pretty."
"Thank you."
"No. You say, Thank You, Mistress."
Sara looked at Melissa to see if she were joking, but the woman's strong, and confident face showed nothing.
"Thank You, Mistress." She heard herself whisper. Melissa nodded and walked away. Sara felt dismissed.
Thursday night. Sara worked out, if anything, even harder than before. Then, in the steam room, she looked at the lovely Melissa. She didn't know what to say. As she opened her mouth, Melissa held up her hand.
"If you wish to speak to me, you will do the honor."
Sara didn't understand at first. Then she thought back to the other night. There was no one else in the room. Furiously blushing and heart racing, Sara stood and removed the towel from around her waist, then folding it she laid it on the bench below where Melissa sat. Sara sat on the towel, her head down, waiting.
"Very well done. Now. Speak."
"I .... have read and looked at the pictures. I am frightened but intrigued. I do not want to be branded or scarred. I am afraid of the pain, but I want to learn."
"That is very good. You must trust me that I will not let anyone hurt you, but you must be respectful and you must be honest. Agreed?"
"Yes...Mistress."
"Tonight, you may call me Teacher, or Ma'am. I am not your Mistress and that may or may not be the path you take."
Sara nodded to herself.
"Now. Come. Do not even dare to cover that cute ass with that towel. You will shower with me, tonight. I do not like to be kept waiting."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The other women in the locker room barely glanced their way, but Sara felt they all knew and she felt her face redden as she followed Melissa into the shower and quickly cleaned up. In the locker room, she put on the white lace bra and panties and the white shift. She sat to pull on her panty hose, but Melissa took them from her and threw them into the trash. Sara put on the pumps she had worn. Donning her skirt and top, Melissa pulled a garment bag from the locker and walked out. Sara hurried after her.
Leaving Sara's bag in her car, they took Melissa's car. Melissa, of course, drove a stick shift and drove with the same confident ease with which she seemed to do everything. Sara watched her friend, even as she realized that they were crossing a line she had not crossed in a very long time. She had no idea what Melissa's last name was. She did not know if she was married or where she lived. Now, she was giving herself to her in a way she had never given herself to anyone before. The thought was as liberating as it was frightening.
Melissa had a key to the back room of the club. Sara followed her into the hallway. The small and nicely appointed lounge had a few other women in it. There was also one man. Sara was shocked, but remembering the promise she had made, she said nothing. Melissa smiled. Sara watched as Melissa casually stripped off her clothes and reached into the garment bag. Sara watched as the lovely lass sprinkled some kind of powder on her legs then slid her lovely legs into a pair of bright red, skin tight vinyl pants and a matching top that was barely more than a bikini top. The red leather boots that came to just below her knees were laced. Melissa placed her booted foot on the chair beside the one Sara had sank into. Sara looked up at her, then with trembling fingers, she tightened the laces and pulling them tight she tied the leather laces.
When the second was done, Melissa raised Sara's chin and looked into her eyes. Then she went to put her make up on.
"You may hang my things."
Sara hung up the skirt and top and put the shoes that Melissa had worn into the bag.
Melissa's make up was not overdone, but it was decidedly more dramatic than Sara had ever seen her. Yet, it seemed to fit her so well.
"You did not tell me about your dreams. I don't want you to now. But if you see something that .... appeals to you, I give you permission to tell me."
With that, Melissa walked from the room. Sara followed close behind her.
They did not return to the public room but went up a stair at the end of the hall. It was still early but the room was half full. Melissa looked about the room like a queen surveying her realm. Sara looked, but tried to remember to keep her head down and her hands crossed. The costumes ranged from full capes, and robes to harem outfits and skimpy lace, silk or leather. Not all of the subs were female and there were at least two who Sara could not decide whether they were male or female. Staying near, but behind Melissa, Sara wandered about the room. When Melissa ordered a wine, she did not ask Sara what she wanted, and not certain if she were allowed, Sara did not ask. Melissa sipped her wine and looked about. A few men and women nodded or waved casually to the lovely blond. Moving to a table, Melissa sat on a small couch. Sara hesitated, not sure what she should do. With a dismissing wave, Melissa threw a pillow on the floor by her knee. Sara sat.
There were a couple of areas that had small spotlights that seemed to highlight different settings. The first was merely a couch not unlike the one on which Melissa sat.
The other two had wooden structures that Sara had a feeling she had read about on the sites, but she wasn't sure. Melissa's touch on her shoulder made her look, as the woman nodded toward the first of these.
The man was tall and slim, with long hair and a recalcitrant manner. The woman was older and seemed almost matronly. She sat upon the couch and with quick deft moves lowered the young man's pants and shorts and drew him across her knees. Pulling his shirt-tail out of the way, she began to slap his ass with loud resounding smacks. He writhed in her lap but did not try to escape. After a score or more of loud sharp slaps, the woman stopped and allowed him to stand. What Sara noted immediately was the size and fullness of his erection. She was surprised then knew that she should not have been. Pulling him around to face her, the woman drew his face down to her lips as she kissed him and his bright red, glowing buttocks were highlighted in the spot. Sara had enjoyed it, but it did not stir her as her dreams had.
Melissa nodded, saying nothing.
Some people stopped by to speak with Melissa and she seemed to know everyone. She did not introduce Sara, acting as though she were not even there.
Then Theresa came over. Wearing a very short, and very sheer baby doll outfit, she stood in front of Melissa, then she fell to her knees, her head lowered to the floor, as her hands, palms up, lay by her hips.
"Good evening, Theresa. Very nice. You have been practicing."
Sara saw the girl glance at her.
"You may speak, Theresa."
"Mistress. This one has been very happy to serve You. This one has tried very hard to make You proud and happy."
Melissa said nothing. In the uncomfortable silence, Sara realized that there were real tears streaming down the pretty young woman's face.
"Do you dare to question or challenge me?"
"No, Mistress! This one would never do that."
"I should hope not. But I am upset that you should not trust me. You had best come. Sara. Stay. Watch. Learn."
The girl glanced uncertainly at Sara as she hurried after Melissa. Melissa led her to the third cone of light. The structure was adjustable with some turnbuckles and bolts. Melissa seemed quite at home with it. Others gathered near to watch as though aware of the show. Trembling, but smiling and flushed, Theresa waited and when Melissa tied her right arm to the left cross, the girl seemed almost to swoon. Soon, Melissa had the girl stretched on the X, the cross joined at the small of her back. Melissa reached over and kissed the woman deeply and almost sweetly. Casually, her hand caressed the girl's breast and pinched the nipple in her hand as she grabbed the cloth and with a confident stare into the young girl's face, she tore the fabric from the girl's body. She teased and pinched her nipples until they stood up tall and proud. Crossing to the wall, she took down a two and a half foot lash. Sara watched as her friend's hand brought the lash across the pert breasts of the young girl. Sara breathed through her lips as she watched Melissa stroke after stroke, bring a red flush to the girl's skin. Then she brought the lash between the girl's legs and stung the soft flesh of her cunt as the girl bit down on her lips trying not to cry out. Finally, Melissa stopped and kissing the girl again, deeply, she hung the lash on the wall and leaving the girl on the cross she returned to the couch with nods and smiles and a few thumbs up.
She looked into Sara's eyes. She could see the heat and the passion in the young girl's eyes, but she knew that it was not enough. She nodded. Leaving Sara there, she went to the bar, and spoke with the bartender. He nodded. Melissa returned to the couch.
"Come."
Sara followed her to the light. Up close, she could see the streaks of the lash lines and the flushed skin under that. The smoldering eyes looked up into hers. Melissa reached down and stroked the girl's quim. She held up her fingers sticky with cum. She held her fingers out to Sara. The smell was overpowering. Melissa smiled. She kissed the young woman and pinched her nipples. Sara smiled as the girl's eyes rolled back. Melissa turned to Sara.
"Now, it is your turn."
Sara looked at Melissa. She wanted to do something, but she felt that this is not what she wanted. Did she want to be reduced to this? Her heart raced.
Melissa said, "Remember. Trust me."
Sara lowered her eyes and nodded.
Taking her to the other apparatus, Melissa reached up and slid the zipper down on the shift. For a moment, Sara caught the top of her dress, but she could not go back to the life she knew. She let the dress drop to the floor. Removing the lacy bra, Melissa hung it on a hook over the apparatus. She stretched the woman's arms out on the cross beam. Sara was bent from the waist and felt very exposed but was happy that her face was turned from the light. She was surprised when Melissa spread her legs wide and secured them to the legs of the device. She felt very awkward.
"My little friend is new to our life. She is willing to learn. I do not think she is interested in the gentle touch of a woman. I am taking bids now for the man who wishes to lay the first lash upon this unblemished skin."
Sara felt her heart racing. She was being sold. To the highest bidder. Anyone. Like a common slave. Even as the thought came to her mind, she felt her nipples harden and her cunt begin growing wet.
The bidding was fast and soon got very high. Sara was terrified and thrilled. What would they expect of her for that much money? What would they do to her?
The sound of applause told her that a deal had been made. Sara felt herself trembling.
The strong hands that explored her naked back were confident and large. Sara realized that she could not see the man but as a vague form. His hands caressed her pantied ass and slid between her thighs to brush her dampening sex. Did he know how wet she was? She felt his hand near her face as he held his fingers under her nose. He knew. She felt herself flowing harder.
With a sharp and stinging slap his hand struck the full mounds of her buttocks. Then followed three more hard slaps, then a caress. Crossing to the wall, he took down a leather crop and brought it over to her. He held it out for her to see. Then she felt it trace along the inside of her thighs, slowly, demanding. He stroked it between her thighs, rudely. Then he brought it down across the rise of her buttocks. Again and again. Sara soon lost count. Then it stopped. Was he done? Was that it? Sara could barely breathe. Then she felt his fingers on the waistband of her panties as he drew them down her legs. She could almost feel all of the eyes of the room staring at her red tender exposed naked ass. His hand returned to caress the hot flesh and she trembled beneath his touch. His hands caressed her breasts where they pressed into the wood. She felt herself whimper. He slapped her ass. She held her breath. The crop struck her ass again and again. Sara did not know if she lost consciousness, or merely went to a different place, but she felt transformed. She was reveling in the thought of the lines that she felt forming in her skin, and the eyes of the room as they caressed the lovely canvas of her skin.
Then His hands were there. Between her legs probing her, savoring her wetness as her orgasm flooded her being and she surrendered herself to him, totally and without reservation. She felt him press his hardness to her buttocks and she pressed back against him, wanting him, wanting to beg him to take her. He moved away. Sara waited. Then Theresa was there at her side, gently untying her and caressing her, as she brushed her hair back off of her tear and perspiration wet face. Theresa led the weak and almost incoherent girl to the couch where Melissa waited. Remembering, Sara knelt as Theresa had done and her head touching the ground, her hands behind her, she waited.
"You may speak."
"Thank You, Ma'am. Thank You."
"If you are very good, He may let you come to Him. Do not shame Me."
"No, Ma'am. This one promises not to do anything to shame You."
"I do not think the dreams will return."
"No, Ma'am. This one does not think she will ever need them again."
Dark brown hair in full natural waves that fell to her narrow shoulders. Face too thin and eyes too wide, she felt, though many felt she was lovely. Or so they said. Full breasts with nipples that seemed even now to strain forward as though reaching for the lips or fingers of another. She blushed at the thought. Sara was not a virgin. She had had three lovers in her twenty two years. The first, Carl, when she was still eighteen. They had both been virgins and over the next year they experimented together, but the scope of their experience was limited. Brad was more of a challenge. He taught her the thrills of oral sex and the adrenalin wrought kick of public sex, but he seemed to feel that she was too weird for him. She never understood that. Her most recent lover, DJ , was into long and slow sex and though Sara generally had her orgasm, she felt that their had to be something more. Then the dreams started.
Dressed in her casual conservative slacks and blouse, Sara forced her mind to concentrate on her work and tried not to think about the dreams.
"Phillip is such a beast."
"What did the pirate do now?"
Sara tuned in to the conversation of her co-workers. She knew that Phillip was Mary's fiancé and that Mary loved to tell of their latest escapades.
"He took me to an S/M club."
"A what?"
"It's a club for people who are into S & M; you know, the whips and chains crowd."
"Ooooo. Kinky. Is he into that?"
"I don't think so. He just likes to watch. I have to say it sure got his motor started."
"What kind of things did they do?"
"Well, we couldn't get into the private rooms... I hear that is where the good stuff is... but the public room had some girls in skimpy latex outfits and a guy in a leather jock strap and an executioner’s mask who locked them in stock type things and paddled their butts with a wooden paddle. Weird."
"They have that kind of thing around here?"
"Believe it or not, just a few blocks from here."
Both women seemed flushed though they both pretended to be shocked. Sara wanted to ask more, but she had always been shy and she was uncomfortable with letting anyone know about her dreams.
"What's the matter, Sara? You look like you're a million miles away."
Sara looked up. Until today, she would have said that Bobbi was her best friend. Bobbi was looking at her with concern, but she was also looking at the other girls as though not certain of her role. Sara realized she would never feel comfortable telling Bobbi about her dreams. Now, she realized; she truly had no close friends. Bobbi was her work friend. Trish was her neighbor friend.
Sara shook her head.
"Nothing. Just, didn't sleep well last night. Too hot."
"Hot? Honey, it was the nicest night for sleeping in weeks."
Sara shrugged, not even realizing how this made her breasts move beneath her silky blouse.
That night, Sara went to the club. Melissa... her club friend.... was working out. She seemed to watch Sara as she went into her routine. Sara was determined to tire herself out. She had to sleep. She had to get past these weird dreams. Melissa nodded to her as they both worked out, the sweat spots growing on their soft tight leotards.
"You okay?"
Sara just nodded, counting her slow reps. Melissa nodded.
Melissa was taller than Sara's five six and her blonde hair was short and spiked. Her half lidded green eyes took in Sara's tight body as she worked and she said nothing.
Finally, burning and trembling with the effort, Sara felt she could do no more. She went to shower and then steam. In the steam room, Melissa was sitting naked on her towel. She watched Sara as she re tied her towel around her waist and sat on the wood bench.
"You need to get over that, hon."
"Excuse me?"
"Just us girls here. No need to hide the goodies."
Sara looked at her towel covered lap. She was right. She had often when alone in the room thought of just leaving the towel off but was always afraid that someone might walk in. She looked at Melissa. She did not know the woman well, and other than here at the club, she would not run into her. Suddenly she found herself asking,
"Do you know anything about S&M?"
Melissa laughed out loud, and only stopped when she saw the pain and embarrassment on Sara's face.
"Hey. Relax. As a matter of fact. I do."
Sara looked at the other woman. The swirling mist made the room seem less real.
"Like what?"
Melissa wiped off her breasts and her tummy. She smiled as she leaned back.
"You are gonna make me make it a lot steamier in here."
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"But it is important to you. Have you met someone?"
"Not... like that. I have been... having these really strong and very realistic dreams."
"Ahhh... have you ever been to one of the clubs?"
"There's more than one?"
"Okay. Never been. Read any of the web sites? Kuffs? White Rose? Castlerealm?"
Sara shook her head, her hair damp with the steam hanging to her soft shoulders.
"Interesting. So the dreams just came from out of the blue?"
"Yes."
"Okay. This is touchy. I ..... well... I am a Dom, okay?"
"A what?"
"Damn." Melissa laughed, not unkindly."
"I prefer to be the one doing the punishing."
"Oh. So, what do you call the ...."
"Subbie, Sub. Or slave, or kajira or ... it depends on a lot of things. Can I make a suggestion?"
"Yes."
"Let me write out some of the sites for you. Read up on them. If you are still interested, I will be here Thursday. Bring a simple white sleeveless shift. After we work out, we will go to one of the clubs. I will try to answer any questions you have."
"And if I am not interested?"
"You will be. But, if not. No harm."
Sara thought about it for a while. Then nodded. She followed Melissa out to the showers and waited until she was done in the shower to get her own. When she came out, again covered, Melissa was dressed in slacks and a sweater. Sara didn't know what she thought the woman would be wearing but she seemed to be almost disappointed.
"Here. Try these sites. I included the shibari site. Even if you are not into knots, it can be very pretty."
"Thank you."
"No. You say, Thank You, Mistress."
Sara looked at Melissa to see if she were joking, but the woman's strong, and confident face showed nothing.
"Thank You, Mistress." She heard herself whisper. Melissa nodded and walked away. Sara felt dismissed.
Thursday night. Sara worked out, if anything, even harder than before. Then, in the steam room, she looked at the lovely Melissa. She didn't know what to say. As she opened her mouth, Melissa held up her hand.
"If you wish to speak to me, you will do the honor."
Sara didn't understand at first. Then she thought back to the other night. There was no one else in the room. Furiously blushing and heart racing, Sara stood and removed the towel from around her waist, then folding it she laid it on the bench below where Melissa sat. Sara sat on the towel, her head down, waiting.
"Very well done. Now. Speak."
"I .... have read and looked at the pictures. I am frightened but intrigued. I do not want to be branded or scarred. I am afraid of the pain, but I want to learn."
"That is very good. You must trust me that I will not let anyone hurt you, but you must be respectful and you must be honest. Agreed?"
"Yes...Mistress."
"Tonight, you may call me Teacher, or Ma'am. I am not your Mistress and that may or may not be the path you take."
Sara nodded to herself.
"Now. Come. Do not even dare to cover that cute ass with that towel. You will shower with me, tonight. I do not like to be kept waiting."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The other women in the locker room barely glanced their way, but Sara felt they all knew and she felt her face redden as she followed Melissa into the shower and quickly cleaned up. In the locker room, she put on the white lace bra and panties and the white shift. She sat to pull on her panty hose, but Melissa took them from her and threw them into the trash. Sara put on the pumps she had worn. Donning her skirt and top, Melissa pulled a garment bag from the locker and walked out. Sara hurried after her.
Leaving Sara's bag in her car, they took Melissa's car. Melissa, of course, drove a stick shift and drove with the same confident ease with which she seemed to do everything. Sara watched her friend, even as she realized that they were crossing a line she had not crossed in a very long time. She had no idea what Melissa's last name was. She did not know if she was married or where she lived. Now, she was giving herself to her in a way she had never given herself to anyone before. The thought was as liberating as it was frightening.
Melissa had a key to the back room of the club. Sara followed her into the hallway. The small and nicely appointed lounge had a few other women in it. There was also one man. Sara was shocked, but remembering the promise she had made, she said nothing. Melissa smiled. Sara watched as Melissa casually stripped off her clothes and reached into the garment bag. Sara watched as the lovely lass sprinkled some kind of powder on her legs then slid her lovely legs into a pair of bright red, skin tight vinyl pants and a matching top that was barely more than a bikini top. The red leather boots that came to just below her knees were laced. Melissa placed her booted foot on the chair beside the one Sara had sank into. Sara looked up at her, then with trembling fingers, she tightened the laces and pulling them tight she tied the leather laces.
When the second was done, Melissa raised Sara's chin and looked into her eyes. Then she went to put her make up on.
"You may hang my things."
Sara hung up the skirt and top and put the shoes that Melissa had worn into the bag.
Melissa's make up was not overdone, but it was decidedly more dramatic than Sara had ever seen her. Yet, it seemed to fit her so well.
"You did not tell me about your dreams. I don't want you to now. But if you see something that .... appeals to you, I give you permission to tell me."
With that, Melissa walked from the room. Sara followed close behind her.
They did not return to the public room but went up a stair at the end of the hall. It was still early but the room was half full. Melissa looked about the room like a queen surveying her realm. Sara looked, but tried to remember to keep her head down and her hands crossed. The costumes ranged from full capes, and robes to harem outfits and skimpy lace, silk or leather. Not all of the subs were female and there were at least two who Sara could not decide whether they were male or female. Staying near, but behind Melissa, Sara wandered about the room. When Melissa ordered a wine, she did not ask Sara what she wanted, and not certain if she were allowed, Sara did not ask. Melissa sipped her wine and looked about. A few men and women nodded or waved casually to the lovely blond. Moving to a table, Melissa sat on a small couch. Sara hesitated, not sure what she should do. With a dismissing wave, Melissa threw a pillow on the floor by her knee. Sara sat.
There were a couple of areas that had small spotlights that seemed to highlight different settings. The first was merely a couch not unlike the one on which Melissa sat.
The other two had wooden structures that Sara had a feeling she had read about on the sites, but she wasn't sure. Melissa's touch on her shoulder made her look, as the woman nodded toward the first of these.
The man was tall and slim, with long hair and a recalcitrant manner. The woman was older and seemed almost matronly. She sat upon the couch and with quick deft moves lowered the young man's pants and shorts and drew him across her knees. Pulling his shirt-tail out of the way, she began to slap his ass with loud resounding smacks. He writhed in her lap but did not try to escape. After a score or more of loud sharp slaps, the woman stopped and allowed him to stand. What Sara noted immediately was the size and fullness of his erection. She was surprised then knew that she should not have been. Pulling him around to face her, the woman drew his face down to her lips as she kissed him and his bright red, glowing buttocks were highlighted in the spot. Sara had enjoyed it, but it did not stir her as her dreams had.
Melissa nodded, saying nothing.
Some people stopped by to speak with Melissa and she seemed to know everyone. She did not introduce Sara, acting as though she were not even there.
Then Theresa came over. Wearing a very short, and very sheer baby doll outfit, she stood in front of Melissa, then she fell to her knees, her head lowered to the floor, as her hands, palms up, lay by her hips.
"Good evening, Theresa. Very nice. You have been practicing."
Sara saw the girl glance at her.
"You may speak, Theresa."
"Mistress. This one has been very happy to serve You. This one has tried very hard to make You proud and happy."
Melissa said nothing. In the uncomfortable silence, Sara realized that there were real tears streaming down the pretty young woman's face.
"Do you dare to question or challenge me?"
"No, Mistress! This one would never do that."
"I should hope not. But I am upset that you should not trust me. You had best come. Sara. Stay. Watch. Learn."
The girl glanced uncertainly at Sara as she hurried after Melissa. Melissa led her to the third cone of light. The structure was adjustable with some turnbuckles and bolts. Melissa seemed quite at home with it. Others gathered near to watch as though aware of the show. Trembling, but smiling and flushed, Theresa waited and when Melissa tied her right arm to the left cross, the girl seemed almost to swoon. Soon, Melissa had the girl stretched on the X, the cross joined at the small of her back. Melissa reached over and kissed the woman deeply and almost sweetly. Casually, her hand caressed the girl's breast and pinched the nipple in her hand as she grabbed the cloth and with a confident stare into the young girl's face, she tore the fabric from the girl's body. She teased and pinched her nipples until they stood up tall and proud. Crossing to the wall, she took down a two and a half foot lash. Sara watched as her friend's hand brought the lash across the pert breasts of the young girl. Sara breathed through her lips as she watched Melissa stroke after stroke, bring a red flush to the girl's skin. Then she brought the lash between the girl's legs and stung the soft flesh of her cunt as the girl bit down on her lips trying not to cry out. Finally, Melissa stopped and kissing the girl again, deeply, she hung the lash on the wall and leaving the girl on the cross she returned to the couch with nods and smiles and a few thumbs up.
She looked into Sara's eyes. She could see the heat and the passion in the young girl's eyes, but she knew that it was not enough. She nodded. Leaving Sara there, she went to the bar, and spoke with the bartender. He nodded. Melissa returned to the couch.
"Come."
Sara followed her to the light. Up close, she could see the streaks of the lash lines and the flushed skin under that. The smoldering eyes looked up into hers. Melissa reached down and stroked the girl's quim. She held up her fingers sticky with cum. She held her fingers out to Sara. The smell was overpowering. Melissa smiled. She kissed the young woman and pinched her nipples. Sara smiled as the girl's eyes rolled back. Melissa turned to Sara.
"Now, it is your turn."
Sara looked at Melissa. She wanted to do something, but she felt that this is not what she wanted. Did she want to be reduced to this? Her heart raced.
Melissa said, "Remember. Trust me."
Sara lowered her eyes and nodded.
Taking her to the other apparatus, Melissa reached up and slid the zipper down on the shift. For a moment, Sara caught the top of her dress, but she could not go back to the life she knew. She let the dress drop to the floor. Removing the lacy bra, Melissa hung it on a hook over the apparatus. She stretched the woman's arms out on the cross beam. Sara was bent from the waist and felt very exposed but was happy that her face was turned from the light. She was surprised when Melissa spread her legs wide and secured them to the legs of the device. She felt very awkward.
"My little friend is new to our life. She is willing to learn. I do not think she is interested in the gentle touch of a woman. I am taking bids now for the man who wishes to lay the first lash upon this unblemished skin."
Sara felt her heart racing. She was being sold. To the highest bidder. Anyone. Like a common slave. Even as the thought came to her mind, she felt her nipples harden and her cunt begin growing wet.
The bidding was fast and soon got very high. Sara was terrified and thrilled. What would they expect of her for that much money? What would they do to her?
The sound of applause told her that a deal had been made. Sara felt herself trembling.
The strong hands that explored her naked back were confident and large. Sara realized that she could not see the man but as a vague form. His hands caressed her pantied ass and slid between her thighs to brush her dampening sex. Did he know how wet she was? She felt his hand near her face as he held his fingers under her nose. He knew. She felt herself flowing harder.
With a sharp and stinging slap his hand struck the full mounds of her buttocks. Then followed three more hard slaps, then a caress. Crossing to the wall, he took down a leather crop and brought it over to her. He held it out for her to see. Then she felt it trace along the inside of her thighs, slowly, demanding. He stroked it between her thighs, rudely. Then he brought it down across the rise of her buttocks. Again and again. Sara soon lost count. Then it stopped. Was he done? Was that it? Sara could barely breathe. Then she felt his fingers on the waistband of her panties as he drew them down her legs. She could almost feel all of the eyes of the room staring at her red tender exposed naked ass. His hand returned to caress the hot flesh and she trembled beneath his touch. His hands caressed her breasts where they pressed into the wood. She felt herself whimper. He slapped her ass. She held her breath. The crop struck her ass again and again. Sara did not know if she lost consciousness, or merely went to a different place, but she felt transformed. She was reveling in the thought of the lines that she felt forming in her skin, and the eyes of the room as they caressed the lovely canvas of her skin.
Then His hands were there. Between her legs probing her, savoring her wetness as her orgasm flooded her being and she surrendered herself to him, totally and without reservation. She felt him press his hardness to her buttocks and she pressed back against him, wanting him, wanting to beg him to take her. He moved away. Sara waited. Then Theresa was there at her side, gently untying her and caressing her, as she brushed her hair back off of her tear and perspiration wet face. Theresa led the weak and almost incoherent girl to the couch where Melissa waited. Remembering, Sara knelt as Theresa had done and her head touching the ground, her hands behind her, she waited.
"You may speak."
"Thank You, Ma'am. Thank You."
"If you are very good, He may let you come to Him. Do not shame Me."
"No, Ma'am. This one promises not to do anything to shame You."
"I do not think the dreams will return."
"No, Ma'am. This one does not think she will ever need them again."
