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Old 02-20-2017, 01:04 AM   #1
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Inside the Inferno House (V.2)

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IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic stood in the security room of his club, The Inferno House, an exclusive BDSM club, his eyes locked on the television monitor showing the image of private room number 6. It wasn't a dungeon, though the club had that. Room number 6 had a high canopy bed comfortable chairs polished wooden shelves, and gleamingly clean leather straps and chains. On the shelves was any number of items designed to give pleasure or pain or both at once.

This business was his life, and it demanded alot of his time, catering to the most extreme players of the lifestyle to be found, the ones that wanted to step boldly across the lines and dive fully into the waters of an ocean few understood and fewer appreciated, even those that played at less strenuous levels. Knowing that the key to success in any business was diversity Dominic had a level for those who cared to only plumb the shallow waters, to explore the softer side of the lifestyle, and then the Inferno House had another level for those that dared plumb the deeper darker depths of the ocean that was dominance and submission.

Though everything that occured in the Inferno House was legal in all the ways that mattered, they had the same philosophy as an illegal business. The people that came here paid a great deal for the painful pleasures they found within these walls, and therefore they weren't interested in lawyers and liability suits. It made it easier for him to meet those needs.

Up here on the third floor people were fully dedicated to the hard-core domination and submission. They understood that the term "Consensual" was only used by the ignorant. It was laughable really. They worried over "Consent" like it was ever in doubt. Everything that happened up here was "Consensual" even if the submissive didn't know it.

At this level, it was about a desired, if temporary, reality, and he was committed to giving it to his clients. However since some were incapable of handling what they thought they wanted and what they actually needed the vetting process was very strict. He personally approved or rejected all applicants after veiwing their taped interviews. Which was why he was certain none of his staff was right for the woman in the middle of room number 6.

No one on his staff knew why he'd approved Jane Smith's (obviously an assumed name) application. On one hand she was all wrong for this lifestyle. One minute aggressive, the next passive, active and every degree on the spectrum in between. She was a tiger trapped in a tiny cage crazed by the confinement though only she could see the bars. In the interviews she couldn't define what she wanted but it had been obvious to Dominic what she needed, with a burning desire she didn't understand. Jane Smith needed what the Inferno House offered-what he could give her.

He'd played the interview over and over again listening to the terse evasive or uncommunicative answers. It was obvious to Dominic that she was playing games with the interviewer. Treating every evasion or verbal joust as a duel. The one and only question was why. No there were two questions raised. Did she even know? If she fought it so hard why did she apply to be a submissive here at all? Was she asking for someone who could seduce her or conquer her, or both at the same time?

Dominic couldn't tell for sure. To make matters worse John, his head of security recognized from her movements someone trained in martial arts, a black belt perhaps...regardless she was someone who moved and carried herself like she was always in charge, always on top of things, quite capable of looking after herself. She was no shrieking violet, no damsel in distress, no little mouse of a woman. This Jane Smith was an amazon or lioness. Anyway she was no submissive, so why did she apply to submit to a master.

Jane Smith paced around the room looking over the shelves of floggers, taws, riding crops, paddles, canes and whips. She wore casual clothes; blue jeans-not the tight skinny jeans teenaged girls wore to tantalize their boyfriends but functional for comfort and allow an ease of movement those before-mentioned skinny jeans would never manage. That was the philosophy of the rest of her outfit as well. She wore a long-sleeve blue t-shirt under a black leather jacket. The way she held her shoulder interested him...it was almost as if Jane Smith was used to having something-something that made her feel safer...a gun in a under the shoulder holster. At least she was smart enough to leave it at home, but that meant that Jane Smith or the real Jane smith actually was one of three possibilities: a cop, a private investigator, or one of those gun nuts out there. None of which were good signs for any further interactions between her and one of his employees here at his club.

He was still trying to decide which one she was when Dom saw her reach out a hand and trace her fingers over the kangaroo hide bullwhip coiled on the middle shelf. Was that longing...need...or just idle curiosity? The moment vanished as the pulled her hand away angrily and glared impatiently at the door. He watched as she crossed her arms and glare at that door fuming.

"She's a loss, Dom," John said beside him, as they stared at the image of Jane Smith pacing like a tigress in a cage, "You've got Jedi Master instincts on this sort of thing, boss, but this one's too unpredictable, obviously with some issues she thinks you guys can work out for her. But damned if I can tell what her hang up is. We need to cut her loose."

"The one that got away," Dominic replied with a wry smile, "No, there's something about her..."

John shook his head, "Christ, in your mind's eye you've already got her collared don't you, boss."

"I think I'm the only one who can," Dominic said with full seriousness. He couldn't, wouldn't trust her to anyone on his staff. This was a submissive that needed a delicate but firm hand, and in all honesty something about her was making him write the words MINE!!!!! over her as they spoke. "I can feel it coming off of her like a crack of thunder. a desperate need driving her mad for release. A need to surrender to someone everything, but only someone worthy of her. Maybe its arrogance, but I think I'm the only one right for her. I don't know what is driving her to seek me out. Whether it was some catastrophe of guilt or despair, but I won't release her until I find out."

"If you go in there she'll give you a fight, Dom. I can have three or four of the guys outside the door ready to jump in and swarm her and subdue her. The way she moves she'd take out one maybe two but I don't hire shmucks, boss, they know their jobs. Maybe that's what she's after to be forced down?"

"No," Dominic shook his head still watching her, "She won't be coerced. I am sure of that if anything. She will fight it like a wildcat, but I can tell she wants, needs, to give herself up to me on her own."

"You're doing that crazy Jedi Domly instinct thing again."

He regarded John carefully. "Lock the door to room six. If she feels like she's in a cage, I will make that a reality. Tell her I will come to her only when she kneels on the floor in front of the door."

John left but not before complaining, "You know for someone who uses whips and shackles on people you're the one who's a glutton for punishment, Dom."

Dominic was alone then in the security room save for the image of Jane Smith pacing in room number 6. He inhaled deeply preparing for the war that had just now begun between them.
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Old 02-20-2017, 01:33 AM   #2
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"What the fuck is taking so long?"

Those were the words on her lips as Jane stood and stared at the closed door. Her hands were jammed in the pockets of her jeans, dark eyes trying their hardest to glare a hole through the polished wood of the door. If it were any other time and place, she would have simply walked out and never looked back. However, something stopped her this time. Something deep inside of her soul that begged her to stay and see what awaited.

"Fuck." She muttered, turning to look around the room once again.

It hadn't changed in the ten seconds that she had last looked around. It was plush, comfortable, unassuming save for the toys that lined the walls. Some left little to her imagination. Others she knew would need instruction to explain what their use was. Few of the seedy romance novels that she read on sleepless night had prepared her for the reality of this situation. It was suddenly very real and that frightened her to the core.

Life hadn't always been easy. In fact, it had sucked until she turned 18 and was suddenly old enough to decide what went on in her own life. She had never looked back at the years of abuse that she had suffered and had never pitied herself. Instead, she made herself strong, strapped on a gun, and did her best to ensure that nothing like that ever happened to another living person.

Her eyes focused on the leather bullwhip once more, her fingers reaching out to touch the supple leather gently. Something inside of her had been broken a long time ago. She used to hate herself for not being able to enjoy sex. She blamed herself many times for never being able to orgasm. It had taken a very long time and a lot of convincing on her part to realize that she needed something more in her life. That was how she had found Inferno House.

The interview process had annoyed her. It wasn't enough that she was willing to pay what they wanted. No, they had asked her questions that pissed her off. She didn't want to answer them. She didn't really answer to anyone, which made her a damn good PI. Her left hand reached briefly for the spot that her gun was usually kept, only to come up empty. That pissed her off as well. She felt incredibly naked and exposed without her firearm strapped to her side.

"Hey! Assholes! Did you forget I was here or something?" She called out, turning from the whips to stalk towards the door.

She was halfway there when she heard the sound of the lock sliding in the door. A sick panic pooled in the pit of her belly and the moment that her fingers wrapped around the handle, she pulled hard. It was locked. Jane's hand trembled for the briefest of moments before she got pissed and pulled hard on the handle yet again. When it didn't budge, she began pounded on the wooden panel, calling out again to see if anyone would respond. This wasn't what she had paid for.

"Back away from the door and kneel." Came a voice from the intercom next to the door. "When you have followed the instructions, someone will come and attend to you."

Jane's brow furrowed tightly, her lips pursing in anger. "Fuck you. Open the damn door."

"Back away from the door and kneel." The voice repeated in a calm tone. "If you do not comply, the door will remain locked."

She panting. Her skin itched with anxiety. She hated locked rooms and it seemed that they knew that. It was the worst kind of torture to know that a thin wooden door with a metal lock separated her from the outside world and there was nothing that she could do about it.

"Motherfucker." She growled, taking a step away from the door, her dark eyes cutting around the space like a caged lion looking for a route of escape.

She was still cursing under her breath the moment that she slowly sank to her knees, her fingers clenched into tight fists. She was shaking with rage. Or that's what she told herself. It wasn't just rage, but also a healthy dose of fear of what was to come.

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He regarded John carefully. "Lock the door to room six. If she feels like she's in a cage, I will make that a reality. Tell her I will come to her only when she kneels on the floor in front of the door."

John left but not before complaining, "You know for someone who uses whips and shackles on people you're the one who's a glutton for punishment, Dom."

Dominic was alone then in the security room save for the image of Jane Smith pacing in room number 6. He inhaled deeply preparing for the war that had just now begun between them.

He watched as she turned from the shelves of whips and glare at the door. They'd installed microphones into the security systems of the rooms to insure that if a submissive gave her safeword here and the dominant continued the scene despite that. They would know and be well within their rights to ban him or her from the Inferno House. There was a thin line between S and M and abuse but Dominic was implacably firm towards those that crossed it. Those microphones allowed him to hear the furious snarl from "Jane Smith" even down the hall in the security room.

"Hey! Assholes! Did you forget I was here or something?" She began storming over for the door just as John reached it and the lock clicked into place.

Dom watched her intently as panic started to set in. She pulled on the door handle first then pounded her balled up hand against the thick solid oak of the locked door.

He leaned forward closer to the monitor, closer to "Jane" as John told her to back away from the door and to kneel for him before he'd come to her. Lost in his thoughts taking in all of her reactions the pad of his thumb idly traced the line of stubble from the corner of his mouth to the edge of his jaw.

Her angry retort was predictable, forcing John to reiterate himself. That didn't interest Dominic he was watching her body language and it told him that Jane's anger came from fear not outrage.

After a moment she relented, "Motherfucker."

John leaned back as she took to her knees. He could tell the litany of profanity that was still flowing under her breath by just seeing into the look in her eyes. Her attitude was all wrong.

He got up and headed down the hall towards the door for room number 6. The lock made a click as he turned it. The doorknob turned and he slowly swung it open.

He stood in the doorway letting a silent moment with her on her knees looking up at him. Getting her first sight of the man that could very well give her what compelled her to come to his club, despite it being a place that she obviously hated being in.

"Ms. Smith is it," He asked her, "Your anger is understandable in this situation...your fear is not."

He entered the room but did not approach her. Instead Dom circled past her to the shelves that had interested her before. "Fear has no place in my club. There's no room for it within these walls. Inside the Inferno House everyone is safe, even you."

Dom had left the door wide open. She could bolt of course, but he knew she wouldn't. The temptation to lash out at him, to take him down a notch or two would prove too great for her.

His hand reached out and took the kangaroo-hide bullwhip that had fascinated her earlier. "Tell me," He asked her, "What was it about this that made you want to reach out and touch it?"

After she answered him he put it back onto the shelf and walked over to the big red armchair in the corner of the room. He sat down in it like a king sitting down in his throne before attending to matters of great import to his kingdom. He crossed one leg over the other and steepled his hands together as he peered deep into her.

"Thank you, by the way," He told her, "For not bringing your weapon in here. I realize it's absence must be making you feel very anxious right now. It took courage for you to leave it behind tonight."

He nodded to her, "So first off. Tell me what it is you want from me, Jane Smith."
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The moment that the door lock clicked, Jane planted her hands against the ground, readying to spring up and unleash her fury on whomever stepped into the room. She paused as she caught sight of the man standing there. He was handsome, strongly built, and had an air about him that told her of control and absolute confidence. Slowly, Jane sat back on her knees, the rolling anger that had almost consumed her retreating slightly.

"I'm not afraid of this place." Jane snarled, looking at him as he calmly walked towards the wall where she had been staring at the whip just moments earlier. "I'm simply pissed that I was made to wait so long. Is this how you treat all of your guests? Because if that's the case, you need to rethink making people wait."

As he lifted the whip, she sucked in a short breath. Her eyes glanced around the room as he asked why she had chosen that one. She had been watched. How had she missed the cameras earlier, she asked herself, her eyes searching the dark corners to try and find the spot where she had been spied up.

"I'm interested in weapons. Sue me." She said with a shrug of her slender shoulders.

She watched as he placed the whip back on the wall and moved towards the plush red armchair that had been placed against a wall. He stared at her with an intense gaze, telling her that he was looking as deeply into her as he could. She hated that. She didn't want anyone to see the wounded interior that her hard exterior hid from the world.

"I debated about the gun. Maybe I should have brought it after all." She said, her dark gaze meeting his own without flinching. "I need it for my job, but it does make me feel more secure. However, don't you dare mistake that my fists aren't as deadly."

He simply stared. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A small bead of cold sweat traced its way down her spine. Then he asked her the bombshell that she should have known as coming. Why was she there? Hell if she knew.

"Can I not want to be adventurous?" She asked, the lie heavy on her tongue as she said it. "Do I really need a reason? You have my money. Why does it matter?"
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"Tell me," He asked her, "What was it about this that made you want to reach out and touch it?"

"I'm interested in weapons. Sue me." She said with a shrug of her slender shoulders.

After she answered him he put it back onto the shelf and walked over to the big red armchair in the corner of the room. He sat down in it like a king sitting down in his throne before attending to matters of great import to his kingdom. He crossed one leg over the other and steepled his hands together as he peered deep into her.

"Thank you, by the way," He told her, "For not bringing your weapon in here. I realize it's absence must be making you feel very anxious right now. It took courage for you to leave it behind tonight."

"I debated about the gun. Maybe I should have brought it after all." She said, her dark gaze meeting his own without flinching. "I need it for my job, but it does make me feel more secure. However, don't you dare mistake that my fists aren't as deadly."

He met her gaze without flinching as well holding it steady on her, through her. "I do not doubt that you are quite capable of defending yourself, but must assert that within my club you will not have to." He had at least gotten her to admit that her weapon was necessary for her job...so that ruled out gun nut thankfully. "Here you are safe. You must believe that if you are to get what it is you want from this place."

He nodded to her, "So first off. Tell me what it is you want from me, Jane Smith."

"Can I not want to be adventurous," She answered. An obvious lie.

"You could climb mountains or go skydiving for adventure," He shook his head, "No coming here, to me, is for a specific purpose. What is it?"

"Do I really need a reason," She deflected, "You have my money. Why does it matter?"

"You do not understand. If you persist in hiding behind walls of dishonesty with me and with yourself you will never find what you seek when you came here." He told her.

"This how it will be, 'Jane Smith'," He pointed a finger to the still open door. "On the outside you are strong, brave, intelligent, independent, and capable of taking care of yourself. you are the epitome of the modern feminist ideal. It's a burden you bear well out there, but here inside this house, within these walls, when you are with me. You will let go of the weight of that burden within this room. You will put aside those expectations of yourself. You will trust me to safegaurd them for you here. So when you are here with me you are here to serve only me."

He shook his head at her, "You said you have paid me, so why should I care whether you are honest with me and yourself or not, but the money you've paid us for this session will be returned to you, and there will be no more paid sessions between us at all. Payment would be another shield to hide behind for you. You will pay for whatever drinks you get on the first floor, or for any damages you do to my property, but I am not your man-whore, or your employee. From this moment on you provide service to me. That is what you will be inside this House, within these walls, when you are with me...Here you are my slave."

His hand shot up forstalling any reaction from her as he continued, "I know you are brave and strong and capable," His voice hardened to the very edge of a razor blade cold and cutting, "Coming in here with your angry eyes and clenched fists. Will you use them on me now, wring my neck because you despise the fact you need what I am offering you?"

"The choice is up to you now 'Jane Smith'. The Door is open. You have two choices before you. Turn around, go home, and forget this whole night ever happened." Dom pointed to the plushly carpeted floor before him, "Or you can kneel. This time as a slave would before her master."
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Jane simply stared as he started to explain how this would happen. She was dumbfounded when he told her that her money would be returned and, save the money that she spent on drinks, no more money would be exchanged between them. He wouldn't be someone that she simply paid for sex. That certainly wasn't part of the original deal, she thought to herself as her dark eyes cut towards the door and then back at him.

He was giving her choices. She could go home and continue to live in misery or she could stay and find out what she really wanted. She didn't want to be an angry and bitter person for the rest of her life and she truly feared that she was heading down that road. Love was important, but something that she had never truly had. Love wasn't something she was likely to find there in that place, but it was the closest she had ever come.

"I can't just go home." She finally admitted, the words tight and rushed, almost as if she were pained by saying them. "If I go home, I might as well kill myself because I won't be able to deal with the person that I've become."

She blew out a long breath, sinking back onto her heels as she continued to kneel in front of him. "I came here because I don't know myself. I don't like myself. Because I can't orgasm with a man and I'm so tired of wondering if the next man I do decide to take to bed will hurt me. It's happened before and I never want it to happen again."

Her childhood had been so painful and her early years were a mere blur. She wanted to forget them entirely, but that never seemed to happen. She had been ruined, plain and simple.
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"The choice is up to you now 'Jane Smith'. The Door is open. You have two choices before you. Turn around, go home, and forget this whole night ever happened." Dom pointed to the plushly carpeted floor before him, "Or you can kneel. This time as a slave would before her master."

"I can't just go home." When she finally admitted them, her words came out in a rushed breath as if she were afraid they'd get swallowed back down before making their escape past her lips.

"And why is that," He asked her setting his foot down and leaning forward. He was very encouraged that Jane had exhibited the courage in starting to be honest with herself in answering him now.

"If I go home," She answered, "I might as well kill myself because I won't be able to deal with the person that I've become."

At that he asked her next, "Why is it that you came to me, Jane?"

"I came here because I don't know myself," She told him, "I don't like myself. Because I can't orgasm with a man and I'm so tired of wondering if the next man I do decide to take to bed will hurt me."

Now they were getting to the heart of her turmoil. "Why do fear that so much Jane?"

"It's happened before and I never want it to happen again," She stated simply.

"Do you know why I named this club the Inferno House," He asked her, "I named it after Dante's Inferno. In it the poet Virgil led Dante's character throughout all the various levels of hell."

He leaned back in the chair saying, "That is how I see every master or mistress, as a guide leading their submissives through all the pleasures and torments of the levels of hell the world of dominance and submission can provide."

"If we proceed on our little tour of the levels of Hell, Jane, I will show you everything. I will show you it all," He explained to her, "That will include me inflicting pain upon your body, but never more than you can endure. Furthermore, I promise to you that I will not lie to you. I will never deceive you nor be anything less than forthcoming with you in all matters."

He held out his hand to her, "The first step on this journey is for you to trust me. If you can do that then give me your hand and we shall begin together."
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Never more than you can endure. Those words echoed in her brain as he insisted that he would show her all that she wanted and more, giving her everything that she dreamed of if she only placed her trust in him. There were very few people that she actually trusted in the world. She could count them on one hand and none of them had ever been in her bed.

Her palms were slick with sweat as she kept them clenched on her thighs, staring at him as he extended his hand and told her that all she needed to do was take his hand. She should have gotten up and walked out the door, leaving the fear that she still held behind her and moving on to something else. Maybe with more time all of her hangups and troubles would disappear. She knew that would absolutely never happen, but she did dream of it all the time.

Slowly, she lifted her hand and placed it in his own. She was desperate for answers to all of the abuse and horror that had turned her into the person that she was now.
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He held out his hand to her, "The first step on this journey is for you to trust me. If you can do that then give me your hand and we shall begin together."

There was a long pregnant pause between them. Dominic let her have her time. His hand stayed out without wavering, leaving his offer to her open.

She had mentioned being abused, but he sensed that was an issue fraught with pain for her. In time he'd press her for information about it but now he'd afford her some distance on that front. Right now they needed to build the bonds of trust between them.

Tentatively her hand lifted and Jane placed it within his. He traced his thumb over the fine lines of her knuckles. "You were very brave."

He turned her hand over and gently traced the lines of her palms with his fingertips. ""Do you know that many resist when they come here. It's part of what they need from us, so even if their resistance is violent we subdue them quickly and easily because that's what they expect from us. They want to lash out and flail impotently at an uncaring world, and to finally surrender to it utterly. That's what they want, but not you, 'Jane Smith'. You feel compelled to be here, forced by something in yourself you despise. That's why my simple order to kneel at the door only fed your anger. The others want to be conquered and we fulfill that need for them easily, you on the other hand want to submit but you are terrified of yourself for that perceived weakness."

He lifted his hand from hers but the other took hers and his fingers closed around it in a strong but gentle grip. "If we proceed on this journey you must submit yourself to me. To do that you must trust me unequivocally. I know there is nothing more difficult, nothing more frightening, than what I am asking of you. You must trust me, a man you have just met with all that you are because I will not accept anything less of you. All that within you that makes you proud and all that makes you ashamed of yourself. All the deepest corners of your soul will belong to me, and you must believe that I will not abuse such a precious gift."

He reached out slowly so she had ample time to see it coming. "I am going to touch your face, Jane." It wasn't a request. There was no asking for permission involved in the words. It was simply a statement of fact. his fingers slowly, tenderly traced the line of her cheek from her ear down to her chin.

"Tonight I will touch you like this," Dominic told her, "And you will kneel there and learn to trust that you can submit yourself to me."

The he said again in a matter of fact tone of voice, "I am going to touch your shoulder now, Jane." Then his hand moved again, slowly so she could see it coming first before his fingers touched the leather of her jacket and began its leisurely slide down the sleeve.
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"I'm not brave and I resent people using that word." Jane commented, looking at the man in front of her as he said that she had been brave in taking his hand.

That was the same word that the nurses and the psychologists had used when she was 12. She had hated that word then and she hated it now. Police officers were brave. She was simply a broken little girl who would either learn to live with what had happened to her or wither away into nothing. She had chosen to simply learn how to live again, even if life after had been anything but easy.

The man in front of her reminded her slightly of her father. He had been a very pragmatic man, one that would lay out how things were going to be and then follow through. He had died when she was five and the man that her mother had brought into their house shortly after that even had been the one to hurt her so horribly. She had been taken out of that home and placed with a foster family where the abuse continued until she was 16 when she finally ran away.

She was brought back into the moment when he traced his fingers over her palm and explained to her what others did at the club. She should have put up a fight, but what purpose would that serve? She didn't want to be violently subdued. She wasn't really sure that her psyche could stand that. It would hurt just as much as it had that night and that was certainly something that she never wanted to happen again.

"I understand." She said simply as he told her that she needed to trust him if that evening were to work out well. "And I've agreed to everything already."

She closed her eyes as he reached out and touched her cheek, tracing from her delicate ear down to the end of her chin. It took everything in her power to not jerk away. He spoke to her like she were a spooked horse, touching her shoulder only after he spoke about it.
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The he said again in a matter of fact tone of voice, "I am going to touch your shoulder now, Jane." Then his hand moved again, slowly so she could see it coming first before his fingers touched the leather of her jacket and began its leisurely slide down the sleeve.

"I'm not brave and I resent people using that word." Those had been her words when he mentioned her courage. She had said that with a smorgasborg of pain behind them.

The texture of the leather was smooth but worn in places. It was well-used. Perhaps one of her favorite articles of clothing. Dominic approved and told her so, "I like this jacket. It keeps you warm and protects you from the elements."

She was like a restrained animal. She kept still under his hand, but remained tense as if ready to react explosively in a split second the moment he tried to hurt her. Dominic sighed.

How was he going to get through to her? It was clear that there was something broken to Jane Smith. Dominic still wasn't sure what yet, but everything in him stirred at the desire-no-the need to heal her. But how could he do that when she would not trust him?

The answer came to him in the words of his old mentor..."Step by step, Dominic. Any journey worth taking is only ever completed with one step after another until you eventually find one day that you've arrived at your destination."

"I like this jacket," He repeated removing his hands from her, "Take it off, fold it neatly and lay it gently over the arm of my chair, Jane. Treat it with the respect reserved for my favorite items of yours."

Once done he offered her his hand, "Take my hand in yours, Jane."

When she had done that he nodded, "Good, now trace your fingers over my palm like I did for you before."
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Jane glanced up at the man in front of her as he commented on how he liked her jacket. She looked down at the finely worn leather, frowning slightly. It was one of her favorite things that she owned. She took extraordinary care of it too even though it wasn't the most expensive thing in the world. It had been one of the first things that she had saved up her money to buy and she sometimes felt that it gave her strength that she wouldn't normally have.

She was brought back into the moment when he told her to take off the jacket and fold it, placing it out of the way safely. She didn't want to, but she supposed that was why she was there. Before too long, she would be naked and there wasn't a lot of time to be shy.

A slow nod later, she stood and shrugged off her jacket, folding the leather and placing it on the chair out of the way. When she was done, she knelt again, looking up at him as he insisted that she take his hand and stroke the palm as he had done to her. She thought that request was odd, but she didn't say anything as she took his larger hand in her own and traced her fingertips over his warm palm.

His hands were large, but not out of proportion for the rest of his body. There was a lot of strength there and a lot of restraint. She was sure that he might have been able to harm her if she really wished too.
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"I like this jacket," He repeated removing his hands from her, "Take it off, fold it neatly and lay it gently over the arm of my chair, Jane. Treat it with the respect reserved for my favorite items of yours."

She gave him a slow if not hesitant nod of her head and raised up to her feet. Removing the jacket and laying it over the arm of his chair as he had instructed her.

That was good. His mentor had taught him when dealing with a submissive who was combative or timid to make her take baby steps. Give her one small innocuous choice after another then when she looked back she would discover that she had been taken miles and miles on their journey one small step at a time.

Once she was done and lowered back to her knees he offered her his hand, "Take my hand in yours, Jane."

When she had done that he nodded, "Good, now trace your fingers over my palm like I did for you before."

He gave her time to study his hand. His hands would hold and comfort her when she needed them to. His hands would hurt and use her she needed them to as well. Both would come only when she learned to trust his hands.

He spoke out what his mentor had taught him first and foremost, "I promise you this, Jane. These hands of mine may hold you or hurt you when needed, but they will never harm you whatever may come for us. You see there's a world of difference between hurting and harming someone, but that's a bridge to cross when you are ready for it."

Slowly his fingers curled around her hand. "I like your hands. They're strong, the mark of a woman who knows how to use them." He gestured to the shelf on the wall. "If I were to take that whip you were admiring before and use it on you right now...you would defend yourself, wouldn't you? Use these hands to punch me right in my smug face and probably do a whole lot more than that to it too."

"There's a big difference between hurting and harming someone." He let her hand go. "In order to learn to trust me. First you need to see it for yourself, Jane."

He got up and held out his hand for her. "Come with me."

Baby steps until they reached a river. Then they just had to wade into the cold water to cross.
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"I would kick your ass right now if you tried to use that whip on me." She admitted, nodding as he commented on how strong her hands were and how she would go after him if given the chance. "I don't want to be like this forever. You have to believe me when I say that. It's tiring to be on guard every moment of every day."

She was so uncertain as he stood up and suddenly offered her his free hand, telling her to follow him. She simply stared at his out stretched hand, her heart hammering.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her hand trembling as she placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her where he wanted.
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"There's a big difference between hurting and harming someone." He let her hand go. "In order to learn to trust me. First you need to see it for yourself, Jane."

He got up and held out his hand for her. "Come with me."

Baby steps until they reached a river. Then they just had to wade into the cold water to cross.

"Where are we going?" She asked, her hand trembling as she placed her hand in his, allowing him to guide her where he wanted

"Don't worry, Jane," He told her reassuringly, "Just down the hall to watch a couple of club members."

He led her down the hall of private rooms to a door that had been left open. Inside the room was a latino man and woman. He stopped and whispered into Jane's ear, "This is Javier and Maria. A couple and friends of mine. They're exhibitionists so they leave the door open in case anyone wants to watch."

Inside Maria knelt down in front of Javier looking up at him, her master alone.

"Pay attention to them, Jane," He whispered into her ear, "Look beyond the hits to the trust and love between them."

Maria's eyes drifted over to look through the open doorway at them. The sound of the slap Javier delivered across her cheek reverberated throughout the room like a thunderclap.

Javier held out the hand that hit her, "Eyes on me, mi mariposita."

From the floor Maria raised back up to her knees looked up into his eyes and placed her unslapped cheek against the fingers of his hand. There was another thunderclap as he slapped her again, and again she raised back up to place her face against his hand and looking up into his eyes. There was no fear or anger or hatred in her eyes as she looked upon her master. He slapped her again and again and again. Without changing the look in her eye each time she looked up at him.

Finally he stopped with her cheeks red and swollen. He retrieved a rag and some ice and then knelt before her tenderly wiping away the tears and soothing her cheeks. He looked into her eyes and returned the same look devoid of fear or anger or hatred.

He got up and stepped behind her saying, "Forehead on the floor ass up in the air."

She did as he ordered and he came back to her taws in hand. Then came more thunderclaps marking moments of pain between two people that trusted and loved eachother beyond all reservations.
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Jane followed dutifully behind Dominic as he led her out of the room and down the hall. When they paused in front of an open door, she stiffened as he crowded against her back, whispering against her ear that they were going to watch. Did it really make it better to know that the two in the room were exhibitionists? They were still watching an incredibly intimate moment between two people who were perfect strangers.

Jane's thoughts were rudely interrupted as the woman looked towards the door and was suddenly slapped hard by the man. She sucked in a hard breath, backing up into Dominic. Something deep inside Jane bristled and she felt her fists clench subconsciously. She wanted to storm in there and ring the man's bell. Dominic whispered against her ear, telling her to look past the violent moment to how the woman reacted. Why the hell was she not standing up for herself, she thought as the woman quickly scrambled back into position and accepted another sharp slap.

"No." Jane whispered. "There's no way."

Her palms were sweating, damp as she rubbed them against the denim of her jeans. There was no way in hell she could do that.
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"Pay attention to them, Jane," He whispered into her ear, "Look beyond the hits to the trust and love between them."

Dominic watched Javier and Maria but the large majority of his attention was intent upon observing every little reaction Jane made as she watched what was going on inside. When the slap came she acted in surprise taking a step back into him. To stop her Dom took hold of her shoulders.

"Keep watching, Jane," He told her, "Look past the violence to see them."

The Slaps from Javier kept coming striking Maria across the face again and again and Dominic noted the tension in her body. Her fists were tight like she was about to stride inside and give poor Javier a truly brutal beating.

Inside Maria was putting her forehead on the floor as Javier walked behind her with a tawse in his hand.

"Keep watching, Jane," He repeated to her.

"Stay still, mi mariposita," Javier told her bending down lifting Maria's skirt and pulling down her panties. Softly he slid the leather tawse over her skin for a moment until her breathing settled. Then it lifted before coming down hard across her buttocks in a loud smacking sound, followed by another and another and another.

The sounds resounded off the walls and through the open door to inundate their ears. Maria gasped after each blow. By the seventh those gasps came with whimpers, on the tenth she groaned, by the fourteenth she was openly crying out. Her beet reddened butt had lowered and she trembled through the tears.

At the doorway Jane shook her head saying, "No, there's no way."

"It seems contradictory, I know," He told her in response, "You can do the same. If you trust me as she trusts Javier. I know you can, Jane. In time if you will be patient with it, you will trust me that much."

Javier ceased beating her. "What color is it?"

"Green sir," She sobbed lifting her ass back up in offering for another.

He turned and sat at the end of the bed and patted his lap. "Come to me."

Maria got up on hands and knees crawling over to him and kneeling before him again. He reached out his hands and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "You did well, mi mariposita, are you ready for more?"

"Yes sir," She replied without hesitation while looking into his eyes, "I want to be yours completely."

As they watched that Dominic rubbed Jane's shoulders consolingly, "Do you see it now...the difference between hurting and harming a submissive here."
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Jane was shaking by the time the woman crawled towards Javier. Dominic's hands massaged her shoulders, sure and firm as he tried to console her and make her see that it wasn't all bad. Her heart was racing like she had just run a marathon, her chest heaving. She was...excited. That excitement shamed her greatly. It was a hard thing to admit that being hit aroused her while she had been so brutally abused when she was a child. There was probably something very wrong with her and she was just making things worse by being there.

"The only difference is consent." Jane said as he encouraged her to see the difference between harming and hitting. "She wants to be here and she wants him to hit her. That's it. He will do what he wishes with her consent."

"I don't know if I could let it happen." She said in a moment of honesty, her heart both racing at the excitement and breaking. "A damaged person can't let their guard down. They can't trust easily. You might as well just let me go."
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As they watched that Dominic rubbed Jane's shoulders consolingly, "Do you see it now...the difference between hurting and harming a submissive here."

She was shaking and Dom could had a moment where he wondered if she was shaking in fear, but he paid attention observing the cues her body language gave him. It was one of his most useful tools to being a dominant, being able to read what was going on inside his submissive's mind by picking up what she was telling him without speaking. He noted Jane was breathing deeply, and he could feel her pounding heartbeat underneath his hands.

She was telling him how she felt. She was not afraid. This was excitement.

"The only difference is consent." Came her reply.

"That's right," He encouraged her, "But there's more to it. What else do you see in them?"

"She wants to be here and she wants him to hit her," She concluded, "That's it. He will do what he wishes with her consent."

"Now you see it," He confirmed giving her shoulders a comforting squeeze, "But do you think you could do that?"

After a long moment she said, "I don't know if I could let it happen."

"You can if you put your trust in me as completely as Maria does in Javier," He told her.

"A damaged person can't let their guard down," She replied sadly, "They can't trust easily."

"I know you have been hurt. I can see the pain at your core," Dominic said, "But in order to become whole again you must first learn to trust again."

Her response had an air of finality to it. "You might as well just let me go."

He replied taking hold of her hand, "Come, we shall head back to the room now. You have learned what I had wished for you to learn here."

"The time you paid for this session is nearly up," He told her when they reached their room. He took hold of her jacket and held it out so she could place her arms back through their sleeves, "We will go next to the front desk and return your money to you."

"But before that you said that I should just let you go." He shook his head, "You are wrong. I am not the one who is letting anything go here. You are, Jane. It is understandable considering how afraid you are of giving up control."

He began leading her out of the room and down the hall. "You will go home, and you will try to go back to your normal life, but in time you will learn you can't ever go back now."

When they reached the front desk to refund her money he told her, "Remember that you are braver than you think and stronger than you know. I believe you can do this, if you have the courage to try. But you have to take the first step. I can't make it for you."

When she'd been given her money back he turned to go back down the hall away from her. "When you are ready come back to me, Jane. I will be waiting for you."
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And that was it? Jane was a little confused as Dominic insisted that her time was over for the evening. It was all a whirlwind as she was led back to her coat, helped into it, and brought down to the front counter where she was given back her money. Everything that she had seen that evening felt like such a contradiction. He didn't want to owe her a thing. He wanted her to come of her own free will, but she had told him time and again that she couldn't do that. Instead, he simply told her that she should come back when she was ready.

She was still stewing over all of those thoughts and questions as she tried to work that week. She had demanding clients, but she wasn't able to focus. Even when she was beating the crap out of speed bag at the gym, her thoughts were on the things that she had seen and experienced at that stupid club. She had ever had a wet dream the evening before, waking up just as she climaxed. His face was there, demanding so much of her as she begged him for more. It both terrified her and left her unfulfilled. She wanted more, but was she strong enough to take that step?

The phone ringing on her desk scared the shit out of her and she scrambled to answer it. The daydreaming was difficult and it made her feel useless when she was out on surveillance missions. Her work was suffering and that absolutely wasn't acceptable. After she finished the phone call, she pulled on her leather jacket over her button down shirt, zipping it against the rain that was falling outside.

It was a short drive to the place and she was soon pulling open the door to step inside the immaculate lobby again. There was a young woman behind the front counter who didn't look like she should even be old enough to know what sex was, let alone what this whole place was about.

"Hi, ummm....I was wondering if I could get a message to Dominic." She asked, waiting until the young woman nodded. "Is he in?"

"He is, but he's in a meeting. I can't disturb him." The woman said with a sympathetic shrug of her shoulders. "He's very serious about disrupting meetings or sessions."

"Well, can I write him a note and maybe wait until he's done?" She asked as the woman nodded again and offered her a pen and paper.

The note was simple. 'I think I'm finally ready. "Jane"'

She thought about it for a moment and knew that he was looking for trust. If she couldn't show him trust, this whole situation would never happen. Putting the pen back to the paper, she put her real name. Natalia. It seemed so final as she folded the note and slid it towards the girl, turning from the counter when it was taken and taking a seat in one of the plush leather chairs to wait.
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Dominic was in the middle of a staff safety meeting when he got the note. It was just before the club opened for a busy weekend night and he needed to make certain his people knew what to do in the event of an emergency like a fire or something else disastrous. His security people and staff dominants would take leadership directing everyone out, and the precious club submissives would be expected to put a halt to any session going on with any club member they were engaged with and respectfully guide them to the fire exits.

Dominic would evacuate the building too, but if a fire did happen it would mean the end of his life in everyway but the literal. This club was his life, it had been his sole motivating dream ever since he was first introduced to BDSM by his mentor. The Inferno House was the tower from which he ruled his kingdom, with it gone, he'd have little left to go on.

He didn't stop the meeting, it was too important. He did pause long enough to read it.

Natalia. Her true name was one of the things he had been waiting for her to decide to give him. She was taking this seriously now.

Natalia.

He let the name linger in his thoughts for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper of his own and writing down a message for her.

Stuck in club business
Go to elevator and punch in 13318
Take it up to my apartment on top floor
Help yourself to anything in the fridge
Wait for me there.
Will come up when I can

Your Master
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He returned to the meeting. After that there were the chores of opening the club to receive a Friday night crowd, the busiest time of the week.

It was a couple of hours later when all the metaphorical fires were put out and his club was running smoothly before he took the elevator to the top floor and to: his home, his sanctuary, his watchtower, his Natalia. The elevator doors slid open and he stepped through them into his apartment.

He had asked her to trust him. Now it was time to discover how much he could trust her. She'd had ample opportunity to snoop around and whether he'd find her rifling through his property or waiting impatiently for him or relaxing as she awaited him. If she had thought to explore his home she'd have found nothing too irregular. This top floor of the building had been the presidential suites back when this building served as a hotel. Dominic had opened it up and remodeled it into his own large but modest living space. It had a kitchen, grand living room, expansive bathroom, his bedroom and office, a weight and exercise room, and finally a locked door to his personal playrooms. All of his bondage and bdsm equipment was relegated there the same way his workout equipment would be expected to stay in the workout room.

He walked into his home past the kitchen and into the living room. His decorating style had been fairly minimal and above all practical. He'd bought black leather sofa and lounge chairs and tasteful pieces of art along the walls. He came to the windows over looking the cityscape at night.

"Natalia," He called for her.
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Natalia was about to give up hope that she was going to get a response as the sleek clock on the wall ticked past the minutes. Maybe it had been a mistake to come back. Perhaps she should have just cut her losses, taken her money, and gone on a nice vacation to take her mind off her problems. She would have been just as miserable exploring old castles in Europe as she was right then.

The woman came back some time later, handing her a folded note before she resumed her spot behind the front counter. Natalia frowned slightly and opened the note, looking at the message written inside. He didn't tell her to leave and get lost. He didn't demand that she do anything. Instead, he invited her to go to his apartment, to make herself at home, and to wait until he was finished with his business. Suddenly, her heart was racing as she stood from her seat and found her way to the elevator. This was it. This was what she had asked for.

After she had punched in the code, realized that her hands were shaking. Why she was so nervous, she had no idea. This was a new experience, yes, but one that she desperately wanted. She hated showing any kind of emotion, but she hoped that the nerves didn't show too badly on her face.

The bell dinged gently in the elevator before the doors opened. She saw a beautiful, if understated, apartment. It was quiet in the home as she stepped inside, looking around at the domain of the man that had bid her to explore. Everything was spotless, but what caught her attention most of all was the breathtaking view.

The window was streaked with rain, but the city beyond looked gorgeous from the apartment. Natalia was slightly envious as she walked to the windows and looked beyond. She would have killed to have a view like this.

Once she had looked her fill, she turned towards the kitchen, deciding not to snoop. It wasn't her place to delve into his personal life. Instead, she slipped her jacket off, placing it on the back of one of his dining table chairs before she helped herself to some orange juice that was in the fridge. Then she settled in to one of the plush chairs in the living room to wait.

Natalia was still looking out the window from her vantage point when he arrived a while later. He didn't even seem to notice her sitting there as he walked to the window and then called her name.

"I'm right here." She murmured, looking up at him as she placed her nearly empty glass aside and taking a deep breath, nervous to see what might happen next.
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It was raining outside. The lights of the city at night shimmered as the rain rolled down the outside of his window.

"Natalia," He called for her.

"I'm right here." she called from the chair she had sat in.

Over his shoulder he saw her putting down an empty glass.

He held out his arm. His palm was up, fingers open, offering to be held. "Come to me."

When she came to him and placed her hand in his he kept his eyes looking out the window his fingers curled over it protectively. "Thank you for coming back to me, and for your trust in me in giving me your true name."

He turned his head to look at her. "You've taken your first step. Now I will guide you on your journey hand in hand."

He turned to face her and said, "On your knees, Natalia."

When she was kneeling before him he let go of her hand and looked down on her. "Now comes the test of your trust in me. Your shirt, Natalia...remove it."

When she did that he'd tell her to remove her shoes and pants. It wasn't because he wanted to see her naked. It was because he wanted her to trust him enough to be naked and vulnerable before him.

Now it was time to see if she could actually do that.
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She stood as he asked her to come to his side. Her heart was racing so quickly in her chest that she swore he could hear the thudding. Gently, she placed her hand in his, looking at it as he closed his fingers over hers and held her firmly. He was a man that knew how to use his hands, she thought to herself as he thanked her for coming back and trusting him with her real name.

"I figured if you were going to fuck me that sooner or later you needed to know." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, acting braver than she actually felt. "Besides, I really hate the name Jane. It's too...plain."

Then he turned to face her and asked her to kneel. That stopped the stream of words that were coming from her lips and she let out a long sigh. Could she even do that? Would she panic? There was really only one way to find out. Ever so slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him. His hand pulled away and he looked down at her, asking that she remove her shirt next.

Her hands were actually trembling as she undid the buttons, pushing each one through the hole until it gaped open down the front. She shrugged out of the shirt and placed it aside, sitting back on her heels naked to the waist. It took everything she had to look up at him then, locking eyes with as much bravery as she could muster.
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When she was kneeling before him he let go of her hand and looked down on her. "Now comes the test of your trust in me. Your shirt, Natalia...remove it."

When she did that he'd tell her to remove her shoes and pants. It wasn't because he wanted to see her naked. It was because he wanted her to trust him enough to be naked and vulnerable before him.

Now it was time to see if she could actually do that.

He stood above her watching her hands trembling, but moving to do as he stated. It was a little slow, a little timid, but still kept working button after button. He stood still looking on as she opened the shirt and shrugged the shirt over her shoulders. She laid it to one side and looked up to him. He saw her heart in those eyes, open and vulnerable, offered up to him.

The soft part of him wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold her in a warm and tender embrace, but she didn't need warmth or tenderness from him-not yet at least. What she needed was dominance from him.

She wore a sensible and practical cotton bra. Beyond that he saw the beautiful Athletic form of her body. She was not a body builder but there was muscle to her, the kind of muscle that came from working out, but not to the extreme of vanity. No she was someone who worked out for health and function. That function was self defense, obviously. She had a body sculpted for flexibility balanced beautifully with power.

Natalia was a masterpiece...his masterpiece.

"Stay there," He said walking over to the chair she had sat in. He picked the glass up. And sniffed it to see what she had chosen to drink. He did have some liquors in the kitchen. It pleased him that she had only chosen to drink a glass of water. Alcohol and bdsm in his experience were not a good pair of vices to mix.

"I told you before, I am not your whore," He said taking the glass to his kitchen sink, "I will not fuck you...If I do that will be a privilege you will have earned." He ran the water rinsing out the glass and leaving it to be washed later.

"You see if I were to fuck you it would be me taking something from you, and when it does happen it will be because you willingly submit that part of yourself to me." He returned to her next looking into the brave, heart-filled eyes, "That said, I will help you with your problem, Natalia."

"On your hands and knees, follow me back to the chair." He said walking casually back to the chair she had waited for him in, with her crawling after him like his own personal pet cat or dog.

He sat down and crossed his leg over the other's knee, "You may sit before me on the floor."

They stayed like that for a long moment. Dominic stretched it out looking into her eyes, waiting, waiting until he stated, "I do not know what terrible trauma you suffered in the past, but I know it effects you still to this day. You said before you had some lovers before but was unable to reach orgasm when making love with them."

He leaned forward reaching out to stroke his fingers down her cheek, "Tell me why do you think all your previous attempts to reach climax with a lover failed." He cupped her chin so the soulful eyes would not waver from looking into his own, "And as you do that...remove your bra, Natalia."
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