Trevor's loft

On the floor above the Club De Sade is a loft apartment private residence of Trevor founder and proprietor of the Club De Sade.

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Ofcourse this is open to Trevor's fellow members of the club de sade and those who ask and are given permission.

I stood in front of my mirror and stared at my reflection as I worried at my lower lip a furrow marring my beautiful face. I had lost so much weight and was parody of my former self, I looked like a waif, much younger than the reality of my actual age. I had always been slim, but slim and rounded. Sighing I turned from side to side eying myself with a critical eye.

My breasts were high and firm, smaller now but still full and rounded in fact their smaller size seemed to accent my puffy nipples making them an opulent center piece. My brow relaxed as I continued my inspection. A high ribcage swooped down to the most minuscule of waists which lead to a smoothly rounded belly adorned at one side by a single scarlet rose tattoo. The 5lbs I had recently put on had rounded out the gaunt angles I had been left with after my recent illness; I could use another few if they didn’t land on my derriere. Giggling I turned in profile; right now it was firm and toned and quite near perfect dipping down to a pair of slender legs that I had been told seemed to go on forever. I had a dancer’s body but to my own critical eyes it seemed lacking in this moment. My face to was slimmer making my expressive hazel green eyes seem to stand out all the more, my wavy golden brown hair was still thick and long falling now to the middle of my back. It had devastated me to cut it by almost 12 inches in preparation for my second round of chemo knowing I might loose it any way. Strange, how vanity disappears in the face of death, I thought.

Smiling, I turned from my mirror, what to wear? I had been invited to visit Trevor or was it Veroe in his Loft above the newly opened Club de Sade; I had been both delighted and surprised to receive his invitation. We had become friends after I had left my former Master, he had became a life line and for that I was truly grateful, I was unsure of how much he knew of my former circumstance and had never asked him. What I did know that he was heavily enmeshed in the lifestyle, or at least that was what I had assumed, especially given that he had spent the last several months conceiving his new club. Opening night had been a revelation, slightly afraid I had attended despite my misgivings and the clientele that had attended had convinced me the man I knew and liked immensely was perhaps not the same person behind closed doors.

I was a submissive certainly, but would I be too vanilla for his tastes? What were his tastes? We had never discussed them in all the time we had spent together.

I had spent the last year trying to discover who I was while still trying to reconcile my earlier training with the girl I was becoming. I paled by comparison to the people he surrounded himself with. Stop worrying I told myself firmly, be yourself, he likes you, and maybe he desires nothing more than who you are, his friend, and besides he had never indicated an interest beyond that friendship now has he…relax silly goose!

Finally, leaving my hair free and my face devoid of make up, I slipped on a wisp of white silk to cover the satin smoothness between my legs, forgoing a bra I pulled on a soft camisole and a matching skirt. Leaving my long legs bare I added silver sandals with 3 inch spiky heels.

Satisfied, I picked up his gift and made my way though the Vassal Academy Club to the elevator which would lead me directly to his Loft. I had chosen his housewarming gift with care, a mature Bonsai; it was exquisite and had three trunks stemming from one central root. The figure on the bench represented the man I was about to visit , watching over the lifestyle and the club he so passionately cherished.

The Bonsai itself represented first and foremost the lifestyle we were both bound to. The three divisions from the single sturdy root represented the various threesomes of BDSM. First of all, the three divisions of BDSM itself; B&D, D&S, and S&M. Secondly, the three-way creed of BDSM behavior: Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Thirdly, the three divisions of our community: Tops, Bottoms, and Switches. I was confident that he would understand my intent, if not I would explain it.

BDSM was at the very least a play style, but to me it was something far greater, it was a love style. To me no matter how together or whole individuals were there remained a void that could only be filled by a complimentary other. To me a Master and submissive represented a symbiosis, the perfect compliment, neither could exist in harmony without the other.

I was the consummate romantic. The stem that represented the submissive I thought of as me. Soft and delicate as the image I had viewed earlier in my mirror appeared, I knew I came from a strong root. If I were loved and nurtured, the one I choose to kneel before would be able to spend his days guiding me into the beautiful living treasure that I could surely become.

I was much like the Bonsai I carried carefully in my hand.

I knocked at his door and waited holding my breath, trembling in anticipation and half scared to death, feeling like a school girl on her first date………..

I stood in the elevator and took a steadying breath. Yeisha and I have had a rather interesting relationship. More times than not I've wound up saying or doing something that put my foot in my mouth and hurt her feelings. But through it all our friendship endured.

So here I was anxiously waiting for tonight's events like a schoolkid going to his first prom night.

The elevator's doors slid open to the short hallway and her before the door to my loft.

"Yeishia," I say warmly, "I am glad you've come."

I look down to the tiny tree in her hands, "A bonsai?"

I unlock my front door and usher inside my loft proper. "Tell me, how do you like the place?"

Hearing the hum of the second elevator I turned and watched as he moved towards me.

Something changed and I would have been hard put to define it. All I knew was that I had butterfly's dancing in the pit of my stomach and couldn’t find a voice to answer him. Lowering my eyes I preceded him into the apartment his guiding hand in the small of my back feeling like a brand.

Turning I place the Bonsai into his safe keeping least I drop it as I allow my gaze to wander over his domain.

“I like” I tell him softly blushing.

“Thank you for inviting me here tonight” I was still nervous but now that I was here it felt right somehow.

He nodded slipping behind the kitchen counter. "Can I get you anything," He asked, "I have a good bottle of Perrier. If memory serves its your favorite."

I smile at his humor relaxing slightly, thinking I might like something stronger tonight "Perhaps I might like some wine with the water if I may, do you have Red ?"

An oblique reference to a song by Joan Armatrading, idly I wounder if he knows it?

I blink at her reply, "Red wine it is." He pulls a wine bottle out of the cooler and pours them both a glass. "I hope you like a good california merlot."

He approaches and hands her one of the glasses. "Perhaps you can tell me the significance to this bonsai." He smiled at her. "I know you Yeishia. You wouldn't have gotten me a present if it didn't have some special symbolism to it."

I have surprised him I can tell, I never drink as a rule. Even as the progeny of a Sadist I had never been allowed alcohol during play, it would have dulled my senses after all!

Dismissing my errant thought I took the offered glass and sat down on the couch.

"A Merlot is perfect thank you would you mind if I remove my sandals?"

At his nod I slipped off my footwear and curled my bare feet under me looking at him fromm beneath my long lashes as I explained the significance of the gift I had brought him.

" So there you have it," I concluded blushing as I desperatly stopped myself from slipping from the couch onto the floor at his feet. I stilled the instinctive motion and concentrated on my wine instead. It was delicious.....

What is wrong with you I chided myself!

I nod listening to her explanation of her gift to me.

"As always you are very thoughtful." I say raising the tree up so I could look at the little man in the face. "It's wonderful, thank you."

I place back down on the coffee table beside the green orb atop it.

"Now," He takes the wineglass in his hand again and raises it up, "A toast to the power of friendship stronger than any chains, injuries, or mistaken actions."

I am pleased that he is pleased. I had been holding my breath and I slowly released it and met his eyes as he raised his glass and spoke.

"A toast to the power of friendship stronger than any chains, injuries, or mistaken actions."

My eyes darkened into the deepest green as I held his. I spoke not a word as I took a small sip of the Merlot in my glass.

Chains, injuries, or mistaken actions, the links who had forged who I was becoming

Placing one slender hand on his thigh, I slowly sucked my lower lip between my teeth, a nervous if sensual habit, I was totally unaware of....

" Friendship something to be treasured........you are my friend truly?"

Unheralded small tears had welled up in my eyes, so many had proclaimed me friend only to disappear, I wanted him to stay.

" Friendship something to be treasured........you are my friend truly?"

I noticed the glimmering of tears in those brilliant hazel eyes. I understood intuitively. She had told me how difficult it had been for her as people she had called friends no longer regarded her as such. My hand covered hers on my thigh. the other pulling a napkin from the coffeetable.

I use it to wipe away a single tear from the corner of her eye threatening to sluice down her cheek to lips that should never be pulled down from a smile.

"Yeishia, downstairs out there is another world," I told her, "In here together you and I don't have to deal with any of that stuff tonight." I raise my arm from hers and slowly letting her see my every intention I move it behind her shoulders and pull her in close for a hug.

It was the hug of someone trying to console another suffering a wound that would only heal with the passage of time and love. I would have been lying to myself if I didn't feel any desires towards her-after all she was a beautiful, intelligent, and passionate woman-only a fool would not desire her. However I cared more for her emotional well-being than the servicing of my own petty lusts right now.

"I wish I could protect you from all such turmoil." My arms tighten holding her within the defenses of my strength. "But you are brave and strong and capable. You have beaten back a terrible illness, and had the courage to look hard at the woman you see in the mirror. You may feel wounded today, Yeishia, but I doubt you will ever be defeated."

"Let tonight be a night of healing."

I listened to his words and as he pulled me in to his comforting arms I felt like a small child, I felt protected, I felt loved by this vibrant man; this friend. Above all I felt a calmness descend upon me transcending all else. I raised my eyes to his searching.....a night of healing?

“I should like that I really would”

Placing my glass on the table I wrapped my arms around him burrowing closer to his chest allowing his comforting warmth to surround me.

Somewhere in the very depth of me a small fire began to smolder……

I wrap her up and hold her for a long moment I say nothing just hold her. Let her listen to the beating of my heart.

Thump...thump...thump...

My fingers slip through the silken tresses of her hair. An erotic sensation against my skin. It must've devastated her to have had to cut it short, but like a symbol of her unwavering spirit it was growing back to its former glory.

I place a gentle kiss atop her head.

His fingers in my hair felt magical sending small frizzions of sensation to my spine causing the fine hairs on the back of my neck to awaken.

As he kissed my forehead instinctively like a newborn lamb I raised my head seeking out the warmth of his sensual lips; as I felt their softness my eyes widened at my audacity and I scooted out of his arms putting a small space between us on the pristine sofa.

" The bonsai will need love and nurturing er Sir you will need to stand it in water every other day, I can show you how to bend it to your will with careful pruning and binding or I can get you a book I...." My soft voice trailed off my rush of words stilled suddenly.

As I had spoken I had fixed my downcast eyes firmly on the slender fingers I was twisting nervously in my lap waiting for the censure I was sure would follow!

Lord he felt so good, please please let him not be offended by my wayward actions!

Lip to lip, skin to skin. Since they were young children people are taught that this gesture was the simplest, purest expressions of love one can share with another. I return her kiss with mounting passion my hand slipping through her golden hair to gently cup the back of her head.

She pulled back to give her space to breath. " The bonsai will need love and nurturing er Sir you will need to stand it in water every other day, I can show you how to bend it to your will with careful pruning and binding or I can get you a book I...."

Her eyes were downcast, uncertain, shy, perhaps a little afraid of what may happen in the next moments.

I scooted over reaching out one hand closing gently over hers stilling their nervous movements. The other hand lifts her chin up so her eyes meet mine. "I have heard that the Japanese snip and shape these trees so they will reach a state of perfection that they won't ever acheive on their own by nature. Like the both of us, it is still learning what it can become."

I lean in close placing my lips against hers, "Teach me as I teach you." I put pressure on her lips just enough so that she'll be invited to meet me half way with it. My hand over her hand raises it and holds it over my chest even as I lower my other hand to the center of her chest.

We could feel each others hearts pounding.

When another understands it is a potent aphrodisiac, his hand on mine stilled my nerves pulling his words into crystal clear focus. My breath stilled as lifted my chin so that my eyes met his. It thudded into action once more as he gently placed my hand on his chest and I felt his on the center of mine. "Teach me as I teach you." His lips grazed mine and stilled……..

Twin heart beats slowly coming into unison as the tip of my tongue gently tasted of his lips before I closed the minute gap to share his breath. My eyes drifted closed as I began to melt against him, the hand on his chest sliding upwards until It cupped his chin.

“Mmmmm,” I murmured as he returned the pressure of my lips causing my heart to ship a beat.

He smelled potent and strong and I desired him.

My free hand curled around her shoulder holding her close as we kissed. Her breath was hot in the cavern of my mouth, my tongue doing a tango with hers. Tracing her lips with my tongue.

"Mmmmmm," they muttered in unison.

My eyes opened as I drew back and looked into her eyes. It was said they were the windows to the soul. He could see her in those hazel depths. Submissive, dominant, passionate, an ever-stoic warrior, a wounded soldier struggling to rise up from the battleground. I wondered if she saw as much in my eyes.

"Whoa," I exclaimed in a soft smiling breath.

Our kiss seemed to me like pure innocence underlined with a darker element, erotic, potent, and as my tongue willingly danced with his in that single moment I was lost and instinctively knew that our friendship was destined to become much more. As the kiss stilled we locked gazed once more and I allowed him entrance into my soul hiding nothing from his searching gaze.

I stared back fascinated into the depths of his compassionate gaze seeing a kindred soul, instinctively I felt drawn to the strength of him, compelled to heal his wounds and smooth his cares away.

Tentatively I traced his lips with a small finger, “I should like to feed you if I may?” As if on cue there was a discrete knock on the door. “I hope you do not mind as I do not eat cooked food I took the liberty of ordering supper.”

Smiling I answered the door and rolled in the trolley upon which were arranged various delicacies. “I do hope you like fish? We have Raw Oysters and Ceviche both to be served with Strawberries and Champagne .

“If you could tend to our drinks I would be honored if you would allow me to prepare and serve our meal.”

I was as excited as a school girl, my eyes sparkling with happiness as I awaited his response.

"I have actually never tried oysters, but I am willing to try if you are the one feeding it to me, Yeishia."

I raise up a little light headed still from that whopper of a kiss we shared. However I stoically manage to regain enough of my coordination to pick up the champagne bottle from the bucket of ice. Reading the label, it was in french, and I was hardly a sommelier, but I did recognize the label as a good and leading brand, and not cheap. "You've really went all out on this."

I take four of the strawberries and cut them with a knife from my drawer to slice them and their tops removed so they could be fanned out, but I placed two each into our champagne flutes.

With a pop the the bottle was uncorked and I poured the fizzing liquid into the flutes. I placed her glass near her as she was finishing the last of the oysters. The back of my hand incidentally brushed hers and a shiver raced up my arm to my brain.

French was not the language of love. It was touch, skin to skin. I was looking forward to when her and I would hold a conversation in that language.

As he was busy with our drinks with lightning speed I set out our meal on his low black coffee table. I placed two cushions one at each side so that we could sit facing each other across one corner, I was loath to have him more than arms reach away from me. I prepared six Oysters on a single plate: each loosened and doused with lemon juice and a mild Tabasco sauce and set out morsels of the Salmon, tuna, Scallops and fresh Mango cubes on a bed of lettuce upon our individual plates. I would serve him those with chop sticks.

As he placed my glass in front of me the slight contact weakened my knees and as I sank to my cushion I trapped his wrist and guided him down with me. “You will adore the Oysters.” I picked up one and guided it to his lips.” Close your eyes, allow it to glide across your tongue and slide down your throat, savor its exquisite taste.”

I watched him swallow the delectable morsel and was ready. I had taken a large sip of my Champagne and placed my mouth over his so we could share it…….

The champagne was divine his taste was pure heaven.

We sat side by side in the loveseat. I listened to her as she picked up one of the decidedly unappatizing looking bivalves and brought it up to my head. I tilted my head back complying with her instructions, placing my trust in her tastes whether or not the slimy thing would be to my liking. The texture was not something I was used to certainly, but the taste reminded me of summer vacations spent on the gulf coast staring at the endless expanse of water, smelling the sea foam, hearing the crash of the surf, the call of seagulls, the water sliding over my barefeet. The lemon and tabasco helped the taste overcome the texture a great deal.

I swallowed and managed to say the word, "Interesting," Before Yeishia came back a mouthful of champagne clamping over mine and delivering the bubbly beverage directly to me.

I swallowed quickly, but was far more interested in the caress of tongue against tongue. A few rivulets of champagne escaped the lock of lips creeping along chin and neck. I dutifully chased the fugitives down with tongue and lips.

One on the corner of her mouth, the jut of chin and jaw, and the one that had sought the seeming refuge of the hollow of her neck. My tongue thuroughly sweeping the area that dared harbor such a tasty fugitive. I leaned back raising my chin up so she could return the service.

I was delighted he was willing to try this new taste sensation and loved the way he missed not a single drop of the Champagne that seemed to travel with a mind all of its vary own. My mind was on the food of love , but I persevered non the less with our small meal.

Taking an Oyster half, I locked eyes with him and put out my small tongue allowing the slimy morsel to drop onto its surface .I tipped my head slightly and it slid to the back of my throat clinging like a jealous lover to the surface of my pink tongue before reluctantly disappearing.

“Hmmmmmm delicious, did I mention that in some cultures Oysters are considered a potent aphrodisiac, would you like another?

Giggling I gave him a reprieve and using the chopsticks I speared a succulent peace of Salmon and popped it in his mouth knowing it would be more to his taste. It had been marinated over night in various citrus juices which had in essence, cooked it.

I continued feeding him a bit of this a morals of that getting closer all the time until I was hand feeding him using only my finger tips……..

Dinner progressed smoothly with an erotic undercurrent ebbing and flowing between us. I enjoyed the ceviche a good deal, and even the slimy texture of the oysters were growing on me. She inevitably fed me by hand and I playfully nipped and licked at her fingers far more interested in the woman serving me than the meal-no matter how exquisite it was.

Soon it was my turn doing as she did holding the oysters to her lips and tipping it so it would slide down her tongue and down her throat-oh such images that sight conjured.

I took one of the champagne flutes, empty now. I didn't remember if it had been meant to be hers or mine and removed one of the sliced strawberries from it. I held it above her so she'd have to tilt her face up and stick out her tongue to catch the last drop of the champagne from that glass.

I placed the slit strawberry on the tip of her tongue so she'd only have the taste of its sweetness. I pulled it away before she could capture it in her mouth.

"It isn't quite time for desert yet," I teased her.

I was feeling giddy and relaxed, was it the champagne, was it the man with whom I was sharing this delightfully playful meal? I did not care I was floating on a cloud of sensual bliss.

Not time for desert?

He had no idea that I had planned it to me. As he pulled away before I was able to capture the strawberry slice I inadvertently lost my balance and some how he landed on his back beside the table with me straddled across his hips.

Smiling I gazed down at him. ‘I have whipped cream,” I confessed in a small whisper blushing.

“Would you like some?” Seeing the interest in his eyes I became emboldened. Slowly I raised the edges of my camisole and eased it up over my body inch by inch revealing the naked flesh hidden beneath it.

It took an enormous amount of my courage to complete the act, would he like what I revealed, was I too slim for his tastes?

Taking a deep breath I cast my blouse aside and dipped my finger in the dish of thick whipped cream placing a small dab atop each of my nipples. Despite my nervousness they were erect and swollen as if begging for his touch.

“Please,” I begged my voice was husky with a deep primal need, I was hoping desperately that my actions would not displease him.

I was surprised to find myself on my back with her straddling me. Well, I had hoped, but it was still a surprise.

She asked if I was interested in some whipped cream, and I smiled up at her. Oh, yes, definitely I was interested.

My breath catched as she began to pull the camisole up. She had struggled with her illness, and she was sensitive to how slender she was, but truthfully health was returning to her. The mischeivous gleam to her eyes, the playful manner to her words, the radiant smile on her face. Beauty and sexiness of yeishia was not how many pounds she had, but the sum total of all things the illness could never take away from her.

I watched intent as she took a dollop of the cream and put some on each of her breast.

“Please,” one word but with a world of meaning behind it.

I grinned up at her raising up on my elbows. "Nuhuhuh, Yeishia," I chuckled, "You've been feeding me by hand this entire meal. I seen no reason to break your theme." I growled then dropping my playful act and letting get a glimpse of the arousal in me she had nurtured to this point. "Bend down here and hold them for me." I stuck out my tongue, waiting.