Veroe
Maestro/Truthseeker
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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.