"That is..."
"Your eyes were telling everything, Nate. You know, masks are a funny thing. They're supposed to guard you and yet..." I slipped a finger through the eyehole of the mask. "They enhance everything important. If those girls had asked you to get down on your knees and kiss their boots, you'd have done it."
"I... That's really not fair of you." He loosened his tie with nervous, twitchy fingers. "This is a new environment for me. Of course I was a little shocked."
That made me laugh again. I continued to play with the mask.
"They had you under their spell. You looked compliant and out of place. You'd be easy to break." Nate widened his eyes when I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "That was so fucking hot... If you hadn't been wearing that silly mask, I'd have forced you to your knees and dragged you away."
He couldn't mask his reaction this time. The redness spread all over his face and his jaw dropped open.
"What the..." He sounded breathless.
"There's more."
These simple words cut him off.
"We were waiting for the main act to begin. I caught you stealing glances at a male slave tied to a cross. His Mistress was whipping him. It was difficult to see the outline of your pants in the dark, but the look on your face gave me an idea."
"I..." Nate looked helpless.
"It wasn't long. Maybe just a minute or two before you snapped back to reality and looked down."
He shook his head and hissed through gritted teeth, "That doesn't prove anything. I told you, I've never seen anything like that before, and--"
"Oh, and if you believe I haven't seen you checking me out, you must think I'm pretty stupid." I smiled and sat down on the table in front of him with crossed legs. The sheer fabric of my dress brushed against his knee. "I'm surprised Lina didn't notice. Oh well, she was distracted."
"I wasn't..." The words died on his tongue. "I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't disrespectful. You're a beautiful woman, but..."
"Please, Nate, you can do better. You're a smart man." I couldn't stop myself from laughing. He narrowed his eyes, digging his fingers into the armrests. "Beauty has nothing to do with it."
"Oh?" Nate frowned and rubbed his temples with fast, forceful movements. "I can't think of another reason to look at a woman I have just met."
"Trust me, I know my looks affect men but that's just the tip of the iceberg."
I swayed a high heel in the air casually and rested my palm on the table.
"Beauty fades and its absence reveals who we are. Any pretty girl who watched too much porn or read BDSM novels can put on a sexy latex or leather dress. They can take a riding crop or a whip and swing it without any skill or knowledge. On the other hand, I've known Dommes in their late sixties who could seduce any man and woman they chose just with the sound of their voice."
His frown deepened. He finished his water in several gulps then pressed the plastic to his forehead.
"That's really interesting. I'm still not sure why you're telling me."
"Lina's a beautiful woman. I don't think you pursued her because of her looks. What allured you about her has nothing to do with physical beauty. It's about the way she carries herself. It's authority." I picked up the mask and placed it on his face, careful not to make any contact with his skin. "That's what domination is all about--inner authority and psychology. The ability to see through the mask."
I dropped the mask onto the table, right next to his glass. He didn't avoid my eyes anymore but I could read the fear and distrust on his face.
"Cover yourself all you want, Nate. I can see you." I brushed my fingernails down his skin and scratched him lightly. Nate flinched when I sank my nails deeper into his skin. They left deep red lines. The harder I scratched him, the warmer he got.
Still, his expression hardened.
"You want me to break you." I grabbed him by the chin, squeezed it hard and leaned into him as if I were about to kiss him. "That way it's no longer your choice, is it? I just took you by force. I raped your mind. So, you have no responsibility."
"W-what?" Nate shook his head. His eyes glimmered with nervousness. "That's... I wouldn't do it with someone I just met, even if it was true. Believe it or not, I'm monogamous. I'm with Lina. I'm serious about her. If you and Thomas aren't happy with it that's not my problem."
One step forward, two steps back.
"Nothing says serious and monogamous like a man who willingly stays behind with another woman while his girlfriend is only a few rooms away."
He sighed.
"I told you why I did it. I wasn't born yesterday. I know a lot more about psychology than a little girl like you. Yes, Lina exudes authority." Nate kept talking but didn't try to move my hand. "She's also fighting a lot of personal demons. All I want to do is support her and help her through that. I don't want to be another one of her problems."
When I took my hand away from his neck and rose to my feet, the longing bloomed in his eyes again.
I walked to the table in the corner and grabbed a riding crop.
"You speak like a man truly devoted to his Mistress," I stated simply and sat back in my chair. The red wine swayed like a mysterious, dark ocean locked in a glass. I lifted it and let the rich liquid pour down my tongue. It would be wise not to allow alcohol to dim my senses but the drink was too good to let it waste and turn to vinegar.
Some things are too precious to go waste. I'd have every last delicious drop.
"However, Nate, do you think Lina needs your obedience? Do you think she'd be happy if you treated her like a goddess on a pedestal? If you ignored your own needs for her sake?"
I left the glass and rested the soft leather of the riding crop on my palm.
"I'll do whatever it takes to make her happy. She deserves that. I'm mature enough to make sacrifices for the woman I'm with."
"What if you can't do it?" I asked. "What if you couldn't give Lina the sensations she craved no matter how hard you tried? Would you sacrifice yourself? Would you allow her to be dominated by other men so she'd be happy? How long? Where do you draw the line?"
"It can't be that difficult." Nate shrugged. "If she needs that whip and chains business to feel good, I guess I'll have to learn it. Probably from someone else. You clearly just want to use me for your personal game."
That made me laugh so hard I nearly spilled the wine.
So freaking precious.
"I'm glad you find me amusing but I'm not joking here."
"It's refreshing." I wiped my eyes and looked at him with a slight smile. "Most of the time I meet people who're aware of their kink and nature. They might need a little coaxing but they usually know what they want. It's rare to talk to someone so innocent."
It was his turn to laugh in a genuine, albeit sour way. He shook his head and leaned back, foolishly thinking he had the upper hand.
"Innocent? You're barking up the wrong tree, girl."
I didn't react so he continued with confidence.
"You're clearly one of those know-it-alls who believe they can figure out everyone because you saw some insignificant behavior pattern. Let me tell you something, Mistress."
He stood up, put his palms on the table and met my gaze with fortified determination.
"I'm forty-two years old. Trust me, I've been through more than you can begin to imagine. I was married, divorced and I've been in and out of more relationships than I can count. I might be naive about that fucked-up world you created for yourself but innocent? Whatever innocence I had I lost a long time ago."
He sat back and lowered his eyes to the table. I stroked the riding crop against my open palm and spoke in a calm, firm voice. Its commanding notes made him look up even without an explicit order.
"It'd be alarming if someone your age didn't have any life experience. If you were just some blank space guy you wouldn't intrigue me."
"Intrigue you?" Nate laughed dryly.
"Yes." I returned to him and caressed his face with the riding crop. Was he th
e type to bruise? It wouldn't be long before I found out. "I'm intrigued because you're clearly an intelligent, worldly man. As you said, you have experience. You might not be a virginal, blushing type but you're naive when it comes to your own desires. I don't think you have a clue what Lina truly needs."
I could see the waves of emotion storming in his eyes when my lips nearly found his again. His breath caressed my face and the temptation to taste him grew too strong.
"You think domination is some tricks you have to learn. Like a cheap circus performance."
"That's not how I'd put it. I'd be careful and I'll learn fast."
"No." I shook my head and ran the leather down his face. "If I trained you as a Dom you'd probably get very good at using all the tools in my playroom. You'll be so good with a crop in hand you would fool Lina. There's no point if your heart truly isn't in the power exchange."
He looked pained when I said that. All the insecurity he'd been suppressing resurfaced.
"This is not a skill you can learn in order to please your partner. I've experienced the two sides of the coin. I never played a part or assumed a role only to please a partner regardless of how I feel. That's how tragedies start."
"Please," Nate said through gasps when I kept sliding the crop down his neck and over the exposed skin of his chest. "Don't mess with my mind. I feel like I'm going insane. Just... stop it."
He ran fingers through the shiny locks of my wig and moaned when I pushed the crop under his tie. I pulled away and left him in anguish.
"What?" I asked innocently and took my place at the head of the table. "I'm doing what you asked for. No more mind games. Now strip."
"Excuse me?" His jaw dropped in shock. He widened his eyes and grabbed the table to steady himself. "N-no, I can't do that. There's no way..."
"The rules are simple, Nate. I order--you obey. If you stay in this room, you'll bottom." A rush of power moved through me. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine by me. Say 'red' and I'll consider you have safeworded. I'll call a guard. You'll be escorted to the front part of the club until Lina comes back. I'll let her know where she can find you. However, while you're here, you're mine."
"That is..." He was still shaking his head in disbelief. "It would be wrong."
"What did you think we'd be doing once you agreed to my conditions?" I laughed cruelly. "You accepted I'd train you as a submissive. That means you'll be doing what you're told. Now, unless you're saying 'red', get up, come to me and take off your clothes. I want you naked, wrists behind your neck, legs spread."
Nate was still sitting, stupefied and numb. I crossed my legs and exposed one long thigh.
"It's okay. Lina would understand. Actually..." It was a pretty low blow but I'd breached ethics enough that night. "I'm sure she's taking her clothes off as we speak."
His face went so pale I feared I had pushed him too far. Perhaps this wasn't the best night to have my cake and eat it, too. I had no idea what was happening with Thomas and Lina. If I wasn't more careful, things would spiral out of control.
He got up, took a few steps and started undoing his tie. His fingers shook while they were untangling the knot. Once he had it off his neck, he shoved it in the pocket of his jacket and tossed it on the ground.
"Good boy." I encouraged him with a soft voice, more gentle than any other time I'd spoken to him. "Keep going."
Nate was slowly disrobing from his shirt. There was a huge flat-screen TV set built into the wall right behind him. I hurried to click a few buttons on the remote control I hid behind a bowl of fruit. The screen lit and revealed the insides of dungeon number six, the room where I had sent Thomas. A sense of relief filled me once I saw them. There was nothing alarming, not at first glance. He was sitting on the spanking bench and reaching out for her. She was standing next to the door. There was tension in her posture but she wasn't rushing for the door handle or the panic button.
Perfect.
Meanwhile, Nate had removed his shirt. His broad chest and toned hands brought a smile to my face. A pleasant tingling rippled between my thighs. The mellow light of the room made his body glow, like an antique statue in a museum. The well-defined muscles of his stomach and arms tensed with each move under his smooth skin. I'd have loved to press that chest to the ground while I pinned his wrists at the small of his back over his firm ass. The smattering of dark blonde chest hair on his pecs made me chuckle with disapproval. Oh well, the rest of his athletic physique more than made up for that little offense. When he kicked off his pants, I looked down his strong, sinewy legs and the growing bulge in his boxers.
Thank you, Lina. I smiled at the screen. She was stepping carefully towards Thomas. They were talking but it was not possible to hear their words.
My sub in training froze in hesitation and put his hands on top of his crotch. He covered himself like a shy choirboy. It was endearing but I had no time for shyness.
"Take all of your clothes off, Nate." I cleared my throat. "You won't hide anything from me tonight."
"I... I'm sorry," he mumbled and lowered his gaze.
"Ma'am. That's what you'll call me. Keep undressing." I drummed my nails on top of the table. "You don't want to make me wait. Show me what you've got."
His earlier paleness and horror quickly turned to a blush when he slid his boxers down. If it weren't for his obvious discomfort I'd say Nate was teasing me. He'd get a good whipping for that.
Nate kept his eyes down and took off his underwear after a long moment of tense silence and the slow rapping of my nails over the wood. He dropped them to the floor and tried to cover himself again but quickly changed his mind and moved his hands away.
A nest of light pubic hair surrounded his semi-hard cock. The turgid shaft was swelling by the minute and its tip was oozing thick precum that was about to drop to the floor.
"That's so humiliating," Nate whispered.
"How many times do I have to repeat my orders before they get into your head? Raise your arms. Put your wrists behind your neck. You're not allowed to look down." I cut him down with an icy voice. Nate obeyed reluctantly and flexed his torso. It made his muscles tense and ripple while he clasped his hands. Once he returned his dark gray eyes to me, I realized they were full of tears he couldn't wipe.
"Why do you feel humiliated?" I rubbed away some tears that spilled from his eyes.
"Isn't it obvious?" he hissed. "I'm naked with a perfect stranger who's playing with me. The worst is that I'm obeying you like some fucking puppet. The only way it could get more disgraceful is if you invited those girls from earlier."
"You know, sometimes exposing yourself to a perfect stranger is a relief. I bet you wouldn't dare do such a thing with your girlfriend." I placed the crop under his chin and ran a hand down his abs. His cock twitched and the shaft grew visibly harder. I slid my palm up his chest and stopped it at the nape of his neck. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't think you'd go so far."
"So, you hoped I'd run for the hills... Ma'am?" he asked with the same angry defiance.
"Initially, yes. You aren't what I expected."
I swatted his chest with the end of the crop and he sobbed. His hardened cock tingled and Nate closed his eyes. I grabbed his hard ass muscles and ordered, "Keep your eyes open. I told you. You'll hide nothing from me." I leaned forward and circled my fingers around his nipple. More stifled moans. "You have such a beautiful body. If I owned you, I'd parade you on a leash and show you off to everyone. No one would touch you without my permission. I'd make sure you were proud to wear my collar. You might be ashamed of how vulnerable you are but it looks good on you."
He was getting harder. I ran my hand over his flat stomach and dug my nails deeper. Nate hissed.
"No... That's not what I came here for. I'm out of control."
"You love it." I sank my teeth into his earlobe. His body winced under my fingers and he blinked a few tears away. Tension filled his body, hardened his muscles, strained him to the limit. He clenched his teeth so har
d I feared they'd break.
"Look at you. Look at how hard you are. You're ready to burst and we're only just starting." His tip convulsed when I gathered a drop of his thick, salty precum at the edge of my nails. Nate looked at me, obviously insecure. He didn't protest when I put my fingers in his mouth and squeezed his neck lightly. "Lick it up. Taste it."
"I... Was there something in the water?" He moaned. "You're messing with my mind."
I slapped him hard across the face.
"Drugs and roofies are strictly off limits here. If you're out of control it's because you want it but you're too much of a hypocrite to admit it. Turn around. Get down on your knees. Look up at the screen."
Lina was already bent over Thomas' knee. He was using the paddle on her bare ass. Nate gasped at the sight and uttered with a shaking voice, "What? W-what is he doing to her? Make him stop."
I picked his tie from the pile of clothes. Rope and handcuffs were my preferred bondage methods but this would do for someone as new as him.
"He's hurting her! What's going on?" Nate shouted in genuine panic.
"Nate, Nate... Seriously. You saw what was going on here. What did you think we would do behind closed doors? Play with soft feathers?" I chuckled and used the zoom of the remote control to bring Lina's face into focus. Her features convulsed in agony but she was glowing and couldn't hide her rapture.
"What is he doing to her, you ask?" I wrapped the soft tie around his wrists and tied it in a basic knot. Nate was staring at the screen with despair and wide eyes. "What you should've been doing to her in the first place. This is what Lina longs for, what you can't do for her no matter how hard you try."
He was coming undone, crying without restraint.
"I... I tried to spank her before we came to the club. It didn't work." He finally spoke and bent his head in shame. "I was afraid I'd harm her no matter what she said."
The tie bit into his skin and brought his wrists together.
"You're not a top. That's the reason." I kissed his neck. "You could try to fake it until you make it but what's the point? Haven't you had enough of hiding?"
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