"May I?" asked the guard at the entry.
"You may", said the dominant at the front of the line. His submissive tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her ear and stretched her neck to reveal the barcode tattooed there. The guard flashed his scan gun and nodded at her protector before leading them through the door labeled #1.
I feel my superior squeeze the sides of my hand. I shoot him a glance while his eyes remain forward. 'Am I going to have to do that?', I try to ask telepathically.
I take a deep breath.
His hand detaches from mine as he placed his palm on my lower back to guide me up the line. "New recruit?", smirks the watchdog.
"Indeed", Lee chuckled.
The guard nods the same nod he gave the previous couple. A red neon light illuminates above door number four.
I turn to Lee upon entering. I press my thumb into my dominant hand and poke my lips twice, asking for permission to speak. We had gone over non-verbal hand signals a time or two when he was first vetting me, and I was never sure I was doing them right.
"Yes, my servant?", he side-eyed.
He traced my collarbones with his fingertips.
"Will I be made to get a tattoo, also?", I ask with concern.
"If you make the cut.", he replied sourly. "Now undress."
The observation device above blinked. It re-occured to me why I was here- pure entertainment.
When I'd answered an online ad about sex for money I'd imagined prostituting. You know, I get in the car, guy gets a blowie, I get $40 to feed myself for the week.
When Lee promised him and his people can take care of me, I wasn't expecting to become a personal submissive, and DEFINITELY wasn't expecting my profit to be earned by voyeurs on the dark web paying to watch my abuse.
He points to the St. Andrew's cross at the end of the room. "Yes, sir." , I say quietly as my kitten heels clip-clop the tile.
"Do you remember our safeword?", he asks as he unwinds the jute rope he pulled from a pile of sex toys in the corner.
"Do I have to say it? It's embarrassing.", I stammered.
"Yes!" ,he reprimands authoritatively.
"....Tiramisu..." ,I say sheepishly.
"Good. But for questioning my authority," he approaches, " you've earned ten lashes across the chest."
I remain silent while he binds my wrists and ankles.
He cuffs his sleeves and retrieves a frayed whip from the toy corner. 'Almost like a dog. Good boy.' , I giggle to myself.
An eyebrow raises and his tongue licks his gums.
"Are you going to laugh at me, Mouse?", he walks backwards from the cross, giving the whip distance.
I gulp.
"Wait until you see what's in store tonight." , he threatens sadistically. "Now count."
Moments later, I find myself begging for forgiveness. "Please, Sir, I won't do it again!", I whimpered.
"The only thing that could stop me from breaking you tonight is divine intervention, dear.", my punisher claimed.
"Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned.", I panted, half-jokingly.
Lee chuckles.
"Dumb baby, we both know I'm your only god.", he paces from left to right. "Look who's crucified now."
He steps in front of me to be face-to-face. He tilts my chin up with the tip of his finger.
"Posture." , he corrected.
I whined from the minimal contact. He didn't seem to find satisfaction in my willingness.
He walked to the far area of the room to open the door and whisper to someone.
A moment later a familiar face appears and is ushered into our space.
Lee notices my confusion.
"This is Timos ", he introduced. I smile shyly at him before looking back at my dom for further explanation.
"I saw the way you were staring at him earlier."
I hadn't been.
I studied the furry man in front of me.
"Since you fancy him so much, he is going to aid in your destruction tonight."
My brows furrowed. I could feel my face becoming flushed. How could he-
He dug in his pocket and withdrew a new toy.
"This is a rabbit, sweetheart.", he explained.
The black silicone toy was intimidating.
"This one is remote controlled. Our friend here," he gestures to Timos, who gives a small wave," has that remote. Shall you cum- or allow even the slightest moan to escape your lips, he decides tomorrow's punishment for you."
Timos stands before me, his overly-friendly face producing a smile.
I scowl.
It turns into a blank stare as Lee bends to insert the toy. He examines my nether regions before implanting the rabbit inside with his paws.
I hold my breath.
My clit hums in excitement as the guard pushes the button for the first setting. My attempt to keep a straight face almost fails.
'Control your breathing', I calculate.
The two taunters look at each other amused.
They whisper to each other.
The next setting feels ten times stronger, it can't be the second one. My hips involuntarily buck forward. I'm frustrated with myself. 'I hope the sick fucks watching are happy with the show.'
It feels too good.
They cackle at my stubbornness, this is humiliating.
I give my best puppy dog eyes for sympathy.
"Little girl," starts my owner, "I hope you're not expecting us to go easy on you anytime soon."
My spine shivers at the cruel words. I can feel my body weakening. 'Men have no right to hold this much power over me.', I brat internally.
I'm not sure how much more I can take.
"F-Fuck!! Won't somebody please fuck me!?" I cry aloud, earning a slap across the cheek. I excused it, I had embarrassed him with my disobedience. "What a bad girl.", Lee says. "You know what we do to bad girls, don't you?", he kissed his teeth.
"Please", I whisper in desperation. "You're begging the wrong person.", he nods in the doorman's direction. "Please, sir?", I persuade with the same puppy eyes.
He stares me up and down while Lee stands himself next to him. "Nobody's giving you mercy and fucking you. But if you're chasing an orgasm, I'll give you one." ,Timos sneers. I blush.
"Ten", he presses a button. I look to my dom for approval.
"Nine", my body tenses.
"Eight", my legs tremble. My Sir winks, his hands in his trouser pockets.
"Sssseven", he mocks.
"Six", the hairs on my neck stand up.
"Five", I ball my fists.
"Four", I make eye contact with the overhead camera.
"Three", my knees buckle.
"Two", I breathe shallowly.
"One. Cum.", he demands. My soul leaves my body and my clit experiences a dull buzz. My eyes roll behind my head. I release a moan, and liquid trickles down my thigh. The boys look at each other in achievement.
Lee begins to untie my ankles as Timos exits the room. My brain feels like it's floating in space. The blood pools back into my toes and my vision grows dark. I hear someone yell "Baby!" before collapsing and blacking out.
The Michael Bublé cassette echoed in my ears. The car shakes. My eyes flutter open. I am in the passenger seat.
"Thank God", mumbled Lee.
I shift to look at him. "I thought you were God.", I joke. He smirks.
"Now isn't the time to play, Mouse.", he shames.
"You worried me. Do you have a history of fainting?"
I examine the ligature marks on my wrists, avoiding the question. I touch my middle finger to my thumb, making an 'O' shape around my wrist.
"You still have to answer me when we're not doing a scene." he stated.
"No, I don't faint often." I sighed.
"We're going to get you something to eat right now."
"I'm actually rather nauseous.", I realize.
"It's in our contract that I take care of you. Especially after what just happened. If you're still feeling sick I'll take you home and make you some plain rice, but you have to eat. You can rest after. Understand?" , he clarifies.
"Yes, sir."
As we approach my apartment complex, Lee reaches under his seat and pulls out a small box.
"TIFFANY" it read.
He looks at me with anxiousness in his eyes. "Here", he hands me the box as I open the door to step out of the car. We begin walking up to the home entrance.
"What's this?" I implore before opening it. I hand him my keychain to unlock the door. Inside the velvety black box lies a dainty chain.
"It's technically a necklace," he says, "but for now it will count as your day collar."
I become bashful.
"Don't be embarrassed. After the stunts you pulled today, you deserve it. Management was worried about you-" I shy away. "-but the audience loved it. You didn't break as easily as the others do."
My heart becomes warm as Lee opens the door for me, "Ladies first."
I step into my living room- minimalist but a tad messy. Hues of black and gray paintings hung on my white walls. A glass coffee table sits in the middle between my small flatscreen and gray couch. "Do you mind?" I turn my back towards Lee and expose my neck. He strings the collar around my neck and clips it. I feel him nibble my shoulder.
"Excuse me while I get comfortable.", I ask before kicking my heels off and heading to my bedroom.
He bows to authorize.
On my simple cotton sheets lyed my phone. I hadn't taken it with me to keep distractions to a minimum. It pinged a notification from my bank account, "AVAILABLE BALANCE UPDATED".
I clicked the notification to see my transactions.
TRANSACTIONS
2/24/23- - - - -5.43
2/27/23- - - - -1,005.43
From The Company, I assumed. 'Not bad', I thought, tossing my phone back on the bed and digging through my closet. I slipped out of my little black dress and settled for a white tank, jean short shorts and white socks. "Does it pay this well every gig?" I call out.
He chuckled. "Depends on the feedback from clientele".
I walk to find him in the kitchen, dragging my feet.
His belt was sitting on my dining room table, his button-up and wifebeater neatly folded beneath it.
I analyze the man before me; crotch first. His slacks crease some around his bulge, which isn't large in it's entirety but not cause for complaint. His shoulders are broad, the way I like. His cheeks have a dimple on each side that compliment the surrounding stubble. His brown eyes are soft in brighter lighting, much less intimidating than earlier.
I catch myself staring.
"I hope you don't mind, I was getting hot. You should really get some chairs in here." , he humors.
"I had some..but my ex boyfriend, he-"
"Hey," he cuts me off, plating spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce. "I'm not him." Our eyes connect. "You're safe with me. And you didn't have rice so I did the next simple dish I know."
He hands me a plate and fork and gestures to the couch.
"Thank you, Sir.", I meant genuinely. "Would you like to watch something?"
"Anything with Queen Latifah." He said.
I gag. "Really? I didn't think you were the type.", I say mid-chew.
"I don't know why people get surprised at that, but yes, really." I hand him the remote for him to select his movie of choice.
It begins raining.
"Would you like to spend the night?", I ask, wiping sauce from the corner of my mouth with my thumb.
"That's what I'm here for.", he claims.
I stroll to the dishwasher and place my plate on the bottom rack before returning to the couch to settle. I inch closer to my dom and squirm my way under his chin. My head now rests on his chest. He reaches for the beige large-knit blanket behind him and covers our lower halves. The rain pitter-patters against the window, my eyes get heavy. I wake for nothing except the occasional thunder clap or feeling of his hands running through my hair.