Inside the Inferno House

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Dark Empress))

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 tiny cage crazed by the confinement though only she could see the bars. In the interveiws she couldn't define what she wanted but it had been obvious to Dominic she needed, with a burning desire she didn't understand, for what the Inferno House offered.

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 interveiwer. 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?

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.

"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 hangup 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 catasrophe 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 see her 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.

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian paced up and down the room, her dark eyes gliding over the carefully selected decor, resting for a moment on the leather straps and chains attached to the wall behind the elaborate bed. A wry smile tugged at her lips as she swivelled around on the balls of her feet and walked across the thick luxurious carpet. If she carried on like this there would be a trench walked in the carpet very soon.

She came to a halt on the opposite end of the room, inspecting the implements adorning the polished wooden shelves. Her eyes stilled on each implement for a moment as she tried to identify them and imagine their use. Raising an eyebrow she swivelled around again and sat down in one of the wingback chairs, crossing her legs to let it bounce agitatedly up and down. Folding her arms across her chest she leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

What the hell am I doing here?

The harder Marian tried the more trapped she felt in her own body, her own world ... her own life. Every single man that ever crossed her path annoyed her beyond anything. She did not have time to teach them how to be men nor did she have the inclination to wait around for them to grow up ... or to grow a pair for that matter.

She quite by accident stumbled across the world of BDSM and everything suddenly clicked into place. This was what she had been craving for her entire life, something she needed. She needed a man who could command respect from her, someone she could look up to and someone she could trust. The reality was however bitterly disappointing, which made her more defensive ... almost violently aggressive towards imposters who ‘claimed’ to live the life.

In her search, Marian had stumbled across an exclusive website for The Inferno House. The wording on it sounded almost too good to be true. Out of curiosity she had completed an application form under the name Jane Smith and even when she was called for an interview she did not quite believe her inquisitor nor did she give him any meaningful answers. Maybe she was foolish to think she could find what she was looking for in this place. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully as she tried to triangulate exactly what it was she wanted...

Marian pushed herself up to her feet a moment later and started pacing again, the elusive answer refusing to clarify in her mind.

She halted as there was a knock on the door and stood waiting as a burly man who had introduced himself as John appeared in the Doorway. “Miss Smith, Dominic said he will come and see you when you are kneeling on the floor in front of the door.”

Marian’s dark eyes exploded with fury. “What?” She asked in an ominously quiet voice.
John visibly gulped and started repeating the request again, only to be interrupted by Marian’s hand halting him in mid air.

“You can tell ... Dominic, that I will do no such thing for a man I have never met before in my life,” Marian said scathingly. “I don’t enjoy kneeling for my own pleasure and I think it best you inform your employer of that fact,” she said glaring at him.

“As you wish,” John said as he closed the door again.

Marian stood staring at the smooth polished wooden surface for a moment before she decided that she obviously was wasting her time. Walking over to the bed, she grabbed her handbag and jacket and stalked back to the door, yanking it open ... only to find it would not budge.

Had he locked me in here?

Marian slammed her hand down on the door several times, yelling for someone to please unlock it. The entire situation only infuriated her more. She unceremoniously walked back to the bed and dumped her personal belongings on it before turning on her heel to stare at the door, as if she could stare it into oblivion.

“Fine, if it is a waiting game you want to play Dominic, so be it!” She hissed under her breath.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic watched on the monitor as "Jane Smith" paced the room sit in the room's wing-backed chair then rise again. He took note of her clothing. Most people dressed up for their sessions in some way or another, "Jane Smith" had come to his house as she was, Dominic was certain of that.

It was pretty much the only thing he was certain of about her, other than the fact that she was five gallons of trouble compressed so tightly into a one gallon container that everyone around her would know of the threat of the imminent and violent explosion just by the tension of the air around her.

Then John entered and informed her, “Miss Smith, Dominic said he will come and see you when you are kneeling on the floor in front of the door.”

Her eyes smoledered as she replied with an indignant snarl, “What?”

John was an ex-marine, and not one to fluster easily, but he balked at the eruption as he began repeating Dominic's orders again.

“You can tell ... Dominic, that I will do no such thing for a man I have never met before in my life,” she glared at him, “I don’t enjoy kneeling for my own pleasure and I think it best you inform your employer of that fact,”

"My, my," He murmured, "I'll have to do something to dissuade you from being so disrespectful of my staff, Ms. Smith."

After John left she began collecting her own things and headed for the door only to find that John according to Dominic's orders had indeed locked her inside the room. She reacted typically to anyone found in such a situation. When no one responded to her cries and pulling impotently on the door handle.

She then stormed over to his bed and scattered her things over it. Dom's eyes, tightened at that. She turned to glare at his locked door. “Fine, if it is a waiting game you want to play Dominic, so be it!”

A tight smile crossed his lips at that, "Don't play games with me, Ms. Jane Smith, you'll find I have the patience of a mountain and just as rarely apt to be swayed."

Then John returned, "Well, that didn't go too well, boss. That one's liable to hurt someone."

"She's a heart-breaker."

"I'm more concerned about heads and limbs." John glanced at her still glaring at the locked door like she was drilling into the material of the wood with it. "Boss, she's got a couple of inches on you, and not to mention the fact that is she decides to fight you you'll have no way of defending yourself."

"A couple of years ago I took a Tai Chi class at the Y," Dominic said offhandedly.

"Some slowed down pansy ass moves taught by a hippie for excercise," John grimaced, "Actually that might work, Dom, you could stop her from taking your head off for her by making her laugh so hard she'd get an anneurism."

"A master does not have to be a brute physically to impose his will on a submissive."

"But she's not submissive," John shook his head, "She's all alpha. You may be able to cow her a little but once you get going, boss, she will fight you like a cornered animal and I don't think we will be able to get to you in time to stop her."

"But I am already going." He took a pen and paper and began to write on it once finished he handed it to John. "Slip this through the crack of the door."

John took the peice of paper and read the words on it:

Three options

First Option: Admit defeat. Say it out loud. The door will open. My security will show you to the door. You will return home safely. But you will never ever be allowed back into my house.

Second Option: Obey my orders and we will continue forward.

Third Option: Continue to disobey my orders to you. In which case a sandwhich and a bottle of water will be brought to you. Also a bucket will be given to you. Use it in the corner.

DO NOT SOIL MY CARPETS.​

John left to do as he was bidden.

 

[DarkEmpress]

A slip of paper slowly moved through the crack in the door. Marian raised an eyebrow and watched with thinly veiled contempt as the paper fluttered to the floor. She slowly walked to the door and lifted the piece of paper in her hands, her eyes flitting across the words written in a neat but definitively male handwriting.

Marian’s eyes fluttered shut as she agitatedly dropped her head into her hand trying to count to ten in a futile attempt to stay calm. A moment later she crumpled the note up into a tight ball and threw it at the door with as much force as she could muster, the piece of paper impotently bouncing off the wooden surface.

“Bastard,” she hissed under her breath. He was proving to be a much more cunning opponent than Marian had initially anticipated. She turned on her heel and methodically started searching the room for an alternative means of escape. Flinging the curtains open she found a sliding door that overlooked the formidable grounds of the property. If it was under any other circumstances she might even have enjoyed the view but the security gate comprising of an intricate trelliswork of roses and leaves meant there was no way out.

Climbing on the bed, Marian tried to lift one of the ceiling boards only to find a solid concrete slab atop it. With a grunt of frustration she jumped down to the floor and let her dark eyes search the walls and ceiling. From everything that has transpired thus far, it was safe to assume he could see her, which meant there was a hidden camera somewhere. Finding nothing, Marian started pacing again ... considering her options.

There was no way that she would admit to defeat ... the word simply did not feature in her vocabulary. The thought of being kept in this room like a caged animal was even less appealing. It left Marian with only one option ... which irked her to the core. She had to obey a man who would send someone in his stead to speak to her, someone who would write her a note like an immature school child ... someone who would lock her in a room the moment she did not ‘play’ along.

She had never met Dominic Blair and she already hated the man ... passionately.

Marian grimaced as she continued pacing ... up and down ... up ... and down. She spent her time blindly staring out the sliding door, or pacing the length of the room or sitting in the wingback chair with her fingers digging into the arm rests. An overwhelming sense of claustrophobia was slowly tightening like an amazon bow constrictor around her chest. The idea of doing grievous bodily harm to the man was fast becoming her favourite fantasy.

The sun was setting on the horizon and Marian’s nerves were starting to wear thin. She was hungry, had not had a single thing to drink and needed the bathroom rather badly. Balling her hands into fists at her sides she finally sank down on her knees, staring at the door with murder in her eyes.

“Fine, you win this round Dominic,” Marian said in a subdued voice. The flames of fury kindling in her dark blackberry eyes showing no sign of diminishing. The overwhelming sense of helplessness was something unfamiliar to Marian, the thought of being at his mercy ... unsettling.

Damn him.

She would wait until an opportunity presented itself...

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic watched over the security feed as "Jane Smith" read the note. His eyes tightened as she dropped her head into a hand and he saw the tension of anger barely leashed tremor through her. She crumpled the sheet of paper in a haughty angered gesture. Probably thinking he was some sort of a son of a bitch as she did it too.

Now Dominic would see which one of the three options she would choose. she began searching the room. No doubt looking for some means of escape. First the sliding door of the blacony over looking the garden/courtyard outside the Inferno House. There was no escape that way. The sliding door was nailed shut, the trellis placed to bar the balcony was crawling with thorn bearing roses, and the fact that she then faced a sheer drop three stories down to the concrete patio of the garden/courtyard outside served as a sufficient deterent from any attempts at escape that way.

She next climbed atop his bed and rumpling his sheets as she turned, obviously searching for the hidden camera cleverly placed within the carved bed's head board. She sought a way out via the ceiling tiles, but the concrete slab he had installed when he had purchased the old rundown hotel that he converted into the Inferno House prevented that.

She began to pace again her expression one of deep concentration. She paced back and forth, back and forth. She sat in his winged back chair her fingernails digging into the leather armrests.

"Only three options, so which will it be, 'Ms. Smith'." He whispered though there was no one in the room to hear it, and certainly no way she could. He hoped it wasn't the first option, she was far too...intriguing to him just for her to up and leave.

Finally after a long and wearing battle of wills she sunk to her knees saying in a subdued voice that did nothing to belay the fury and hatred in her eyes, “Fine, you win this round, Dominic.”

That wasn't exactly devoted submission, but grudging obedience was the best he was likely to get so soon from her. He opened the security room's door and walked down the long hallway of other private rooms some being used by the masters and mistresses of his staff. He could hear the crack of whips and the moans that were a mixture of both pleasure and pain being used in the mostly soundproofed rooms.

John was at the door awaiting for the disaster he was certain "Jane Smith" would become before she was done tonight. "I hope you know what you're doing, boss." John's hand went for the door handle.

"Wait," Dominic told him. Minutes passed and just when he judged he had brought her to the breaking point of her patience kneeling on the floor like she was he nodded to John. The locks were turned and John opened the door so he was the only one she could see through the doorway.

Dominic stood there in his khaki pants red silk shirt with three buttons loose revealing the neck of the white T-shirt underneath letting her take him in. He had dirty blond hair. He wasn't especially tall, in fact he was thuroughly average in all respects, save for the most important one. charisma, gravitas, aura, or bearing...whatever one called it when Dominic stepped inside the room with "Jane Smith" it proceed him by a good ten feet.

He had told John that a master did not have to be brute physically to dominate a submissive and now he was proving how. He might as well have been forty foot tall and built like an adonis, for all the confidence and certainty he conveyed as he entered within an arms length of her. His peircing blue eyes met hers without flinching or being distracted by the male response to approaching any new female at a lower height than he and focusing upon her bust.

"You may rise, now." Since she was inevitably going to do it anyway whether he gave her permission or not, so he made it an order just so he wouldn't have to focus on her disobedience and move on to more important things he wanted to say to her.

Keeping his back to her without glancing over his shoulder to see her he walked over to the bed and ran a finger along the rumpled part of his sheets. Then he crossed the room to do so at the curtain she had left open. Finally, he walked over to the chair where he ran his fingers over the scratches she had left in the armrests.

"You've been rude to my employees, 'Jane Smith', I expect better of you," He said turning his peircing blue gaze back to arm-wrestling with her darkly dangerous ones. "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 orders only feed your anger. The others want to be conquered, you want to submit and you despise yourself for that perceived weakness."

He sat down in the chair still having a wrestling match of gazes with her. He raised his leg and rested his ankle casually across the knee of his other leg. "I won't overpower you. I won't force you to do anything, 'Jane Smith'. Nor will I manipulate or decieve you. That isn't what you need from me. That will be a shield you could hide behind, and I will leave you no place to hide from the truth of what you need from me."

He gestured to the window. "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 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 me."

He steepled his hands together in front of him. "The money you've paid us for this session will be returned to you, and there will be no more paid sessions between us. Payment would be another shield to hide behind. 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 stalling any reaction from her. "As I said I know you are brave and strong and capable," His voice hardened to the very edge of a razor blade cold and cutting, "Come 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, or kneel this time as a slave would before her master."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Every passing minute fuelled Marian’s fury. Somehow, she was not surprised that he made her wait; from everything she had seen so far, he appeared to be insufferably arrogant. Clenching her teeth together, Marian kept her eyes focussed on the door ... waiting.

The door finally opened and Marian stared up at a man who appeared to be very average in build with clear blue eyes and dirty blond hair. She was however inanely aware of his overpowering personality that seemed to hold her eyes captive, demand respect and boisterously stamp his presence into the room.

Marian refused to stay kneeling any longer than was absolutely necessary. He ‘ordered’ her to rise as she was about to climb to her feet, bringing a wry smile to her lips. Clever ... very clever, she thought as she stood and folded her arms across her chest, an annoyed half amused expression playing across her features. She silently watched as he inspected the room, inanely walking to each of the areas she had searched and taken her frustration out on. She felt a slight twinge of guilt over the couch, but not enough to resend her opinion of the man.

When he turned and levelled his piercing gaze on her, Marian had an inane urge to take a step back. She refused to give him an inch and stood her ground, staring him down defiantly. “I was not rude to John. I was simply being frank with him. If he can not handle that then I suggest you keep him well away from me,” she countered smoothly.

Dominic’s gaze never faltered as he explained the normal procedures at Inferno House. What he described was a carbon copy of everything that she had read about the lifestyle. Something was however lacking and Marian could feel her agitation and disappointment growing. His next words however, stopped her thoughts dead in their tracks:

“You feel compelled to be here, forced by something in yourself you despise. That's why my simple orders only feed your anger. The others want to be conquered, you want to submit and you despise yourself for that perceived weakness."

Marian’s eyes widened at his words. She was brought up to be wilful and aristocratic, firmly in control of her own destiny, planted on her own two feet without the need for anyone else in her life. The very essence of submission warred with that basic instinct that has been drilled into her head since she could remember. Dominic was right. Being submissive was a sign of weakness to Marian. Every thought and every instinct in her rebelled against it. Yet … she needed it. She needed it as her lungs needed air to breathe … as the earth depended on the sun to survive. She was dying without it … and she still could not bring herself to do it … she could not let go enough to give someone else total control.

His words were unsettling. Marian watched in silence as he casually took a seat in the wingback chair, his unnerving gaze never leaving her.

"I won't overpower you. I won't force you to do anything, 'Jane Smith'. Nor will I manipulate or deceive you. That isn't what you need from me. That will be a shield you could hide behind, and I will leave you no place to hide from the truth of what you need from me."

With those few words, he completely disarmed her. The only way she knew was to fight for what she wanted. She had to fight for where she belonged as an engineer in a predominantly male dominated sphere of practice. She had to fight to harden herself against the unjust and sometimes cruel criticism, to give no heed to what people thought of her or to concede to their rationalisations as to the grander scheme of things. Marian has had to fight her entire life to hold every inch of ground she had ever won.

Giving that to someone else was almost unthinkable … she wanted to fight Dominic for it. She felt like she needed to and yet he would not. It felt as if he was slowly cornering her … his words hitting too close for comfort. She tried keeping her expression devoid of the overwhelming emotions that were flying through her mind as she clasped her hands together to stop herself from fidgeting. He must not know … he would not see her weakness.

His next words almost exactly echoed her thoughts as he described what she was to the outside world. “But here inside this house, within these walls, when you are with me. You will put aside those expectations of yourself. You will trust me to safeguard them for you here. So when you are here with me you are here to serve me."

Marian could hear a little voice in the back of her head screaming ‘NO!’ to that statement. She was not his personal harlot who would grovel at his feet and do his every whim. Marian could not envision herself ever doing that, yet a part of her yearned to serve him selflessly, without any expectation of reciprocation or appraisal. Fury kindled in Marian’s eyes at the debilitating confusion that was running rampant in her mind. She hated feeling like this.

She listened as he crushed the remainder of her defences to the ground, saying that her payment would be refunded in full. “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."

For the first time since he had started his monologue, Marian opened her lips to speak … to object. One swift movement of his hand silenced the words on her lips as he hammered the final nail in. Dominic commented on the anger he could clearly see in her eyes and invited her to lash out at him … to lash out at the fact that she needed every single thing he had just mentioned as if her life depended on it.

"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, or kneel this time as a slave would before her master."

Marian stood staring at him in mute silence as the internal war raged on. She was angry and confused and she wanted to scream her frustration out at Dominic. She wanted to crash against his shores and break on the soft sands of everything he had just said … and yet she hesitated.

“You have no idea what you ask of me,” she whispered. A soft frown played across her brow as she twisted her hands nervously. The roiling dark storm in her eyes grew in intensity as her sense of self-preservation raged against what she needed. She felt vulnerable … weak … exposed.

Marian remained standing, her eyes alternating between the floor before him and the blue depths of his eyes as she considered his terms. Balling her hands into fists at her side Marian took a step forward, the tension in the air almost suffocating.

“You are right. I need these things but I have my pride Dominic. I will not walk out that door and admit defeat … nor can I bring myself to kneel before you. You make it seem so easy … so simple. I just need to kneel and all my prayers will be answered?” Marian asked harshly.

“There is so much more to it than that one single physical manifestation of submission. My common sense is screaming at me to run and never come back … while my heart wants nothing more than to kneel. So tell me Dominic, what do I do? What do you want from me? What will you take from me? Am I nothing more than a weak-minded puppet to your will? What happens to Marian?” She finally asked, deliberately divulging her name to him.

Marian's entire body language was defensive as she found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place. She was not a fool and she would not risk her life and her safety on a whim. She barely knew Dominic. The thought of what she would have to give was frightening ... the full extent of what it meant to kneel before him was overwhelming.

“You have no idea what you ask of me,” she repeated again, this time much more forceful than her first utterance.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"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, or kneel this time as a slave would before her master."

Dominic watched her carefully gauging her reactions to his little spiel. she was a treasure chest of multiple emotions. In her eyes he saw the expected anger, some confusion too as she considered the nagging truth within her.

She wanted it, but could not yet accept that fact. “You have no idea what you ask of me.” Her hands twisted nervously. Her dark eyes lowered and then rose back to his as she continued, “You are right. I need these things but I have my pride Dominic. I will not walk out that door and admit defeat … nor can I bring myself to kneel before you. You make it seem so easy … so simple. I just need to kneel and all my prayers will be answered?”

“There is so much more to it than that one single physical manifestation of submission. My common sense is screaming at me to run and never come back … while my heart wants nothing more than to kneel. So tell me Dominic, what do I do? What do you want from me? What will you take from me? Am I nothing more than a weak-minded puppet to your will? What happens to Marian?” She asked him her need apparent in her eyes. “You have no idea what you ask of me,”

"On the contrary," He told her rising up out of the chair so they could look on eachother eye to eye, "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 lifted his hands and held them out between them. "I am going to place my hands on your shoulders." It was not a question. Dominic was not asking for permission. His words were a declaration telling her to be prepared for the contact.

Slowly, gently, he did as he promised her he would do. His hands moved towards her curling over her shoulders. A heartbeat passed, two, three. He hadn't moved his hands. They stayed taking no more ground from her, and without her taking his head off. "Good," He told her, "You have served me well so far."

"Keep your eyes on mine," He ordered her gently. "There is nothing here but you and I in this moment. I am going to push down with my hands. You will bend your knees and lower yourself until you are kneeling before me."

"Eyes on mine," He told her reprovingly as her gaze shifted away, "I promise you this. You are more courageous than you think, and stronger than you know. You can do this, Marian."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian stiffened as Dominic rose to his feet. He seemed larger than life in that instant and more daunting than anything she had ever faced before. He asked her to trust him with everything she was and to know that he would not abuse that precious gift.

His hands lifted in front of him as he said, "I am going to place my hands on your shoulders." Marian watched as he reached his hands forward, her breath and heart rate quickening with every slow advancement. His movements were gentle, as if he was trying not to spook her.

The moment he touched her, Marian felt a slither of fear trail down her spine. They stood standing for what felt like an eternity, eyes interlocked in a dynamic play of wills, a game of give and take. "Good, you have served me well so far,” Dominic, said approvingly. For one absurd moment, Marian felt pleased and she immediately frowned at the reaction as her eyes flicked to the door … an escape.

Dominic threatened everything she was and everything she believed with that simple move.

"Keep your eyes on mine," He ordered her gently. "There is nothing here but you and I in this moment. I am going to push down with my hands. You will bend your knees and lower yourself until you are kneeling before me."

Marian’s dark eyes snapped back to the brilliant blue pools of his soul. She could not sway the feeling that he could see straight into the very deepest part of her. Marian clenched her teeth together as a soft little moan escaped her lips … dropping her gaze in an attempt to break the intensity of it.

"Eyes on mine, I promise you this. You are more courageous than you think, and stronger than you know. You can do this, Marian."

His tone was disapproving and it instantly evoked an overwhelming sense of failure. Marian looked up at him again, shaking her head slightly as tears burned the back of her eyes. What is wrong with me?! She thought, as her instincts screamed to put as much space between them as she could.

Her sense of self-preservation wanted to lash out at him. Marian wanted to push him away from her and step up behind him to painfully pull an arm up behind him, pushing and pinning him up against a wall where he could not look at her, threaten her or harm her.

Marian slowly lifted her hands between his and pushed with her outer arms against his to slide his hands off her shoulders. She took a step back and lifted a hand in silent request for him to stay where he is.

Marian bristled as the internal war escalated to a new level, her entire demeanour that of a dangerous lioness backed into a corner. She had to fight the urge to pace as she folded her arms defensively across her chest in a subconscious move. Thousands of words tumbled through her mind but none of them made any sense.

With a final groan of frustration Marian spun around … hiding from him. Chest heaving, Marian’s eyes flailed wildly across the curtains, the walls … the ceiling. She knew hiding from him was futile … but at that very moment, it was much more comforting than letting him see the turmoil and uncertainty … the fear, burning in her eyes.

Hiding would achieve nothing…

With that thought, she slowly turned back, levelling her gaze on Dominic. She pursed her lips together as a silent tear meandered down her cheek.

“I’m scared,” she admitted as she dropped her arms to her side, letting him see how vulnerable he made her feel. “I am scared you will judge me for being weak. I am scared you will overpower me. I am scared you will take what I give you and use it against me.”

“Submitting to you … means that I willingly open myself up to be hurt by you, if you choose to do so. Can I trust you Dominic?” She asked herself more than she really asked him. Was she even capable of putting that much faith in another human being?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

He had her, she was on the very verge of submission, of placing total trust in his will, and then he saw the fear and self-condemnation rise up in those dark blackberry pools of her eyes. His hands were shucked off of her shoulders and she retreated away holding out a hand as if that would stop him from pursuing her.

Dominic took a resigned, sigh. Perhaps it was too much to hope for to have expected her to submit so soon. Rome wasn't built in a day after all. His eyes sought hers and she retreated from meeting them. She turned fleeing further from him.

She was a picture: fear, confusion, uncertainty, anger at all those around her but mostly at herself. She was lost with two different directions in life before her. She needed him like a blindman needed a seeing eye dog. He knew this instinctively. It wasn't his ego that wanted her to submit to him. It was a sense of mercy. The problem was mercy was something that needed trust, and she had just demonstrated a lack of any trust in him.

“I’m scared,” She told him softly turning back to face him again, “I am scared you will judge me for being weak."

He nodded at this, "It has been my experience that people fear what they don't understand, most especially in themselves, Marian." He moved back to the chair and ran his fingers in the scratches she had left in the armrests again. "I meant what I told you. You are strong enough and brave enough to trust in me with everything you are."

"I am scared you will overpower me. I am scared you will take what I give you and use it against me.” She asked out loud, “Submitting to you … means that I willingly open myself up to be hurt by you, if you choose to do so. Can I trust you Dominic?”

"What is it you want from me, Marian, a signed form, a contract, a bill of rights. I will not give you that. I can only give you my word on what I will expect of you. I will not over power you for I will accept nothing short of you voluntarily giving me all the power as my right as your master." He sat back in the chair looking up at her an Emperor upon his vassal. "I promise I will not take advantage of your submission to me in order to abuse or demean you."
He raised a finger as he ammended, "However I will tell you right now. I will push you outside of your comfort zones, I will restrain you at times, and I will inflict pain upon you, Marian, but only as a means of educating you about yourself. You will have one word, a safe word, and if gagged one gesture to tell me what I am doing to you is too much for you to bear."

An idea formed in his head and rose back up out of the chair and crossed over to one of the shelves. "This is quite a decision to make. I understand it is a difficult one. Perhaps it is one you need to sleep on."

He turned back to her, "Go home, Marian, sleep well. Then if this is what you truly want, return tomorrow night at 7 pm sharp. Do not be late, but do not be early either. Be on time." He took a leather choker from the shelf with a fake gold loop and opal in the center. It was cheap costume jewelry, but it was pretty and would be accepted outside the lifestyle as an antique ornamentation. He held it out to her. "Take this as my gift to you. If you decide that you have the courage to submit to me kneel in this room wearing it. If you go home and decide you cannot face this facet of yourself keep it as you would any other gift."

He left then telling her, "Good night, Marian, and I hope to see you again tomorrow."

 

[DarkEmpress]

The headlights of her car sliced through the darkness of the abandoned road. Marian’s eyes focussed on the striped line dotting past … her mind a million miles away. She replayed what had happened in her mind, trying to exact her feelings on the matter.

When she finally reached home, Marian slowly walked through the house, for the sake of doing something, as she analysed her feelings. She had been to a few munches and had met and interacted with people in the lifestyle. None of them had ever been able to hold her attention quite like Dominic. He was enigmatic, powerful in his will and yet gentle and patient with her, even in her doubt. He did however expect nothing short of everything from her. He expected honesty, openness and trust.

Somehow, she knew Dominic could give her everything she wanted. He would mould her to his will and yet give her the type of freedom she had only ever dreamed of. Freedom from the chains of a world she didn’t belong in, a world that judged her … a world that would not accept her for what she was … a submissive.

Her senses were still screaming at her that she deserved better. She should not want to degrade herself to kneel before a man and pledge her unwavering commitment to his every whim. Yet, that was exactly what she was contemplating and it was so much more than just obeying his every whim. She would have to give herself to him … all of herself … everything. Every dark secret … every joy … every pain … every dream … every hope.

Marian did not sleep much that night. Her thoughts were hounding her and pulling her in two different directions until she came to the realisation early the next morning … that she was submissive. There was no denying that. She had to admit that to herself: Embrace it. It was who she is and what she would be for the rest of her life. She was hiding from it, afraid to accept it because it frightened her. It scared her half witless that she craved to relinquish all power and place it in the hands of another: Giving him ultimate power over her. It scared her … and yet, she wanted it more than life itself.

The day had flown by and that evening Marian stood outside the Inferno House at 06:45 pm … staring up at the walls. Her fingertips idly traced along the leather surface of the choker in her hands.

This was it! This was the moment she would leave Marian at the door, her life, her beliefs, everything she trusted. This was the moment she embraced who she was and bravely stepped into the unknown. This was the moment where she placed everything she was in the palm of one man’s hand.

Marian fidgeted nervously as she tied the choker around her neck and walked through the massive double door. Making her way to the third floor, she pushed the door open of room number six and neatly left the few things she had brought in the corner before she knelt on the floor … exactly at seven pm.

This was what she wanted. She had to do this. Marian owed it to herself, to discover this part of her, to be true to herself. She stared down at the floor, clasping her trembling hands together.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic had been in the security room since 5:30 waiting for 7:00 to finally roll around. He had fidgeted ever since sitting in this chair. He wanted Marian the way a child wanted a bright shiny new toy they saw in a toy store window. He had wanted her, wanted to touch her, to run his hands over every smooth firm contour of her, to hold her, to play with her the way that child wanted to play with that new toy he had seen.

If she didn't come back. If fate denied him his shiny new toy like the child he would feel like wailing out at the top of his lungs, to thrash on the ground in a tantrum, to hold his breath until Marian was given to him. Of course he wouldn't do any of those childish things if she did not return to the Inferno House. Self-discipline and control were intrinsic parts of his being a dominant.

But Dominic had wanted her from the first moment he had seen Marian on the monitor before him. But he wanted her only his way.

John had tried to engage him in smalltalk, but Dom was a poor conversationalist today. He kept glancing at the monitor or looking down at his watch, or worse tapping his foot impatiently. Eventually John just left him alone in his interminible waiting.

The minutes passed slowly. He was known for his patience yet today it had abandoned him.

Finally 7:00 came to be. And he saw her enter the room wearing his choker and kneeling. He smiled proudly, "That's my girl."

Now he sat no longer fidgeting. Now he waited, his vaunted patience restored to him. 7:01, 7:02, 7:03...the minutes ticked past.

He watched her speaking to her eventhough he wouldn't want her to know he was here with her yet. "That's it, Marian, stay still. Keep kneeling. I want you to know the sweet agony of uncertainty. Am I even here? Do I even care whether you obeyed or not? Have I completely forgotten you since yesterday?"

He reached out tracing the outline of her hair on the surface of the TV monitor. He retracted it and rose up no longer able to tolerate such a barrier between them. He left the security room and approached private room 6.

He entered glad to see her still kneeling. "Keep your head down, Marian. Eyes on the carpet." Calmly he closed the door, this time keeping it unlocked.

He circled looking her over the way a sculptor would a finished project. Relishing in the sheer magnificent untamed creature laid out in submission to him of her own volition.

He stopped behind her. His hand reached out finally touching that sable sea of flowing glorious hair atop her head. she continued to stare at the carpet. The rich colors and geometric designs he hoped would give her something to focus upon as his fingers slid through her tresses.

His touch was gentle, but there was a firmness there too. He dug into her scalp massaging. He encountered a ridge on the side of her head just above her ear.

His eyes narrowed as a finger traced over it slowly, "A scar, healed over long ago." His free hand slid along her jaw a finger slipping over the contour between lower lip and chin. He knelt behind her. "Tell me about it, Marian."

She told him. As she did his hands continued stroking through her hair, enjoying the sensual feeling it caused over his skin.

"From this moment on, Marian, the scars you've inflicted upon yourself, the scars others have marred upon what is mine no longer has any meaning. Only the scars I create upon you will have any meaning at all to you, but I will tell you this, tonight will be a night of healing." His hand trailed gently up the side of her cheek. "Before this night is over you will show me each and every scar you bear. You will tell me each and every story behind them, and I will kiss each one of them and make it all better."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian stared at the floor, her mind racing as her heart was. She felt as if she was poised on the edge of a cliff. Everything was hanging in the balance and it was slowly slipping the longer she waited. An overwhelming sense of doubt and despair screamed through her mind. Had she pushed him away by not accepting? Had she lost her one chance?

The moment the door swung open, Marian could feel a tidal wave of relief wash over her. It felt as if her equilibrium had been restored … simply because Dominic walked through the door. She stole a surreptitious glance at him from under her lashes only to be told to keep her eyes on the floor. A slow tingling shudder worked its way up her spine, her body taking heed of his presence and his command.

Marian was inanely aware of his proximity. She could hear every footstep echo in her mind as he circled around her before coming to a standstill behind her. The little hairs on the back of her neck rose as she tried to anticipate his next move. A soft gasp escaped her lips as he touched her hair in a gentle caress. Her eyes fluttered shut as something deep inside her resonated to his touch. He ran his fingers through her hair, the raven strands playing softly across his skin before his fingertips touched her scalp ... massaging across it.

Marian could feel the tension melt away as her head lulled with each move. It felt heavenly ... so relaxing. He paused as his fingertips found the scar just above her ear, smoothing across the elongated ridge on her scalp. He made a small remark before kneeling behind her and Marian tensed instinctively, wanting so much to turn around and look at him. She felt his free hand smooth along her face, leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. "Tell me about it, Marian."

It had happened so long ago. A soft smile tugged at her lips as the memory played in her mind. With a loving voice she began, “My brother and I were playing. I must have been about ten or eleven years old,” she said as she remembered Daniel’s face. “He had pushed me a little too hard and I lost my footing, hitting my head against the kitchen counter. My mom nearly killed him,” she said with soft laughter. “Daniel felt so guilty, especially after they had to cut some of my hair away to stitch me back up again. He just about carried me around for the next year and became fiercely protective. I loved him with all my heart,” she said, smiling at the memory.

Dominic’s hand was combing through her hair, letting dark, silken strands fall from his fingertips. "From this moment on, Marian, the scars you've inflicted upon yourself, the scars others have marred upon what is mine no longer has any meaning. Only the scars I create upon you will have any meaning at all to you.” His words were said in a reverend pledge to her ... a promise, that made her body erupt in a sheen of gooseflesh.

“Tonight will be a night of healing. Before this night is over you will show me each and every scar you bear. You will tell me each and every story behind them, and I will kiss each one of them and make it all better."

Marian took a deep and steadying breath as she tried to blink the tears away that were suddenly burning the back of her eyes. His gesture was so incredibly tender and thoughtful. She wanted to share everything with him, every last detail. Somehow, she knew she would never be able to keep anything from Dominic ... nor did she want to.

Turning her head slightly, Marian nuzzled into his gentle touch, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of his hand before she leaned back against him. Sitting absolutely still, she soaked up the feel of him against her ... the heat radiating from his body ... his arms around her. She had never felt such a strong connection with anyone in her life before ... and she only met Dominic yesterday.

Slowly taking his hand in hers, she guided it across her body to her torso, just above her waist atop her ribcage. Holding his hand there she whispered, “I broke four ribs in a car accident when I was seventeen. My brother ... Daniel, died in that accident,” her voice becoming more and more unstable as she spoke.

Guiding his hand further up, she placed it at the back of her shoulder, tugging slightly at her shirt to reveal a small tattoo of a beautiful butterfly. “I marked myself with a fragile and delicate butterfly to symbolise all that I am. I am breakable and if you catch me and place me in a box ... I will die. But if you nurture me ... and mould me, I will sit on your finger ... quite content. My safe word Master: Butterfly,” Marian said as she turned, wanting to lose herself in the blue depths of his eyes. “Your butterfly...”

 

[Veroe]

IC Dominic Blair

“Tonight will be a night of healing. Before this night is over you will show me each and every scar you bear. You will tell me each and every story behind them, and I will kiss each one of them and make it all better."

His gesture of kindness had clearly affected her, and Dominic allowed her to break position placing a kiss to his palm and lean back against him. Normally that would demand punishment, but he knew better than to enforce it right now. there would be plenty of time for discipline later. Today, in these tender moments, was the crucial first steps in the establishment of the bond of trust between himself and Marian that would be far more effective than even the most strenuous discipline he could enforce upon her.

He wrapped his arms around her cradling her tenderly. she took one hand and lowered it from her shoulders down her blouse to her side. “I broke four ribs in a car accident when I was seventeen. My brother ... Daniel, died in that accident,” She told him with a shaking voice.

She pulled his hand to her right shoulder. She undid a few buttons and pulled the collar of the blouse to one side revealling her shoulder to his gaze. On the back just between the clavacle, the nape of the neck, and shoulder blade was a tattoo of a red and violet butterfly. It's silky wings spread out. It was a small only the width of three of his fingers. “I marked myself with a fragile and delicate butterfly to symbolise all that I am. I am breakable and if you catch me and place me in a box ... I will die. But if you nurture me ... and mould me, I will sit on your finger ... quite content."

"An apt animal for you to identify with, though deceptive one as well," He ran a fingertip tracing the tattoo's outline, "I imagine if anyone tries to cage you up they'd find this butterfly knows how to sting like a bee."

"My safe word Master: Butterfly,” She craned her neck so her eyes could reconnect with his. Dominic allowed the indulgence given the importance of the moment. She had used the word 'Master'-not in the snide dismissive way she would of the day before, and she had chosen her own safeword in acceptance of what may happen to her at his hand. She had taken two humonguos steps forward today in trusting his dominance over her. “Your butterfly...”

"My butterfly," He affirmed running a hand along the length of exposed skin from her bra strap along the line of her shoulder and up the side of her neck and up to her ear. He took some of her hair and tucked it behind her ear. exposing just the very edge of her scar there. he placed his lips over that spot and kissed it. "Lean further back into me. Rest your head on my shoulder, Marian. Close your eyes. There's nothing here but you and I right now. Good that's it, my precious butterfly." His hands curled over the flair of her hips to help steady her. "Now unbutton your blouse. All of the buttons down to the waistband of your jeans."

Slowly with trembling hands she moved to do as he bade her. "You said your brother protected you, Marian," He said gently into her ear, "Was his death the point where you decided you had to take care of yourself?"

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian’s eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched the scar just above her temple. She could feel a slow shudder trail through her body as if the touch was a small pebble being thrown into a smooth, glistening pond ... the effect rippling through her soul.

Nodding her head slightly, she obeyed his command and leaned back against Dominic, resting her head on his shoulder. She was defenceless in this position. Her years of training would have taught her as much and yet she instinctively knew he would do her no harm.

“There's nothing here but you and I right now.”

The world melted away. All that existed in this universe was his body, like a rock, holding her up and secure with his hands on her hips. Marian expelled a long breath as she let herself relax against him, letting the feeling wash over her. If nothing more ever happened and this was the only moment she would ever have with Dominic, it would have been enough to last a lifetime.

“My precious butterfly”

She could not contain the shudder that reverberated through her body at his words. His butterfly ... his precious butterfly. A soft smile tugged at her lips. She liked the sound of that.

His next command would have her unbutton her blouse. Marian tensed slightly, her hands hovering for a moment at the top button before they slowly succumbed to his wish. Flitting down her body, she undid the buttons to let the shirt drape across her flesh, slight glimpses of creamy flesh teasing through the gaping dark material ... in stark contrast. Every inch of her being was alive and tingling.

His question about Daniel caught her off guard. Her eyes opened ... darkening into a deeper shade of black. Marian stared blindly at the door in front of her, as the memories seared through her mind. “Yes,” she gasped. “Life is a fragile thing and no-one is going to stand up and fight for you,” Marian whispered.

“Daniel would not have wanted me to crumble to the floor like a wilting rose. I had to learn to stand on my own two feet ... trust no one ... nothing lasts forever.”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dominic watched with bated breath as Marian's trembling fingers began to work on the buttons of her dark blouse. A thrill went through him at her compliance. The fabric draped open over parting slightly giving tantalising glimpses of the creamy flesh beneath as her fingers undid more and more of the buttons barring her skin to his touch.

"You said your brother protected you, Marian," He said gently into her ear, "Was his death the point where you decided you had to take care of yourself?"

Her eyes fluttered open at the unexpected question. “Yes,” She admitted with a gasped whisper, “Life is a fragile thing and no-one is going to stand up and fight for you.” She finished unbuttoning and her hands stilled. “Daniel would not have wanted me to crumble to the floor like a wilting rose. I had to learn to stand on my own two feet ... trust no one ... nothing lasts forever.”

"I have said before, Marian," He told her calmly his voice a rock in turbulent sea, "You are stronger than you know and braver than you realize. Submission isn't weakness. Trusting others doesn't necessarily mean harm will come to you. You must accept that you will not be in control here in this house, and trust me not to bring you to harm. All the conrol here is mine, all the decisions are made by me not in order to hurt you, though they may cause you momentary pain, but pain can be an exemplorary teacher, and so can pleasure if they are used properly."

His next words were an order. They came wrapped in the same gentle even tone but there was no mistaking he expeceted them to be obeyed. "Raise your hands up above your head. Good. Now lace your fingers together at the back of my neck. Keep them there no matter what happens."

"The first lesson I wish to teach you, my little butterfly, is that you are a creature of passion and beauty," He told her.

His hands raised up from her hips and took hold of the folds of her blouse. "I am going to open your shirt and expose you for my eyes, Marian." He was true to his word. The fabric of the blouse was pulled off hanging open from her shoulders exposing her torso to his gaze.

She was magnificent, leanly muscled, but not to the point of distraction. she wore a bra of simple white cotton, cheap, functional, and ubiqitious. As before she had come to him with no pretentions. Dominic liked that and told her so, "You're so goddamned sexy, Marian."

He raised his hands up before her gaze. "I am going to touch you now, skin to skin." They lowered to the waistband of her jeans and he slowly ran his fingertips up her sides to the strap of her bra. There they traced the border of underwire and skin over ribs and under the gently restrained breasts. When they met together in the center the fanned out and traveled south over the rolling hillocks of her abdominals her belly-button and then stopping at the waistband of her jeans. "Feel the passion welling up within you, Marian. It is that selfish, needy voice within you that is demanding: 'More' louder and louder with each sensation I give to you."

"I intend to feed that hungry little part of you tonight." He repeated the circuit again but this time as he trailed his fingers up her sides til they encountered her bra again he paused. "By the time we are through you will be only wearing the collar I gave you, and you will leave this house knowing that you are mine, and that your master has a deeply passionate and sexy woman who chooses to submit to him, who chooses to trust him without hesitation."

This time he trailed his fingers over her bra and up over the cups and then the upper slopes of her breasts. His hands stilled cupping her breasts feeling the rapid beat of her heart. "Marian," He told her, "You may move your hands, but only to reach down and unfasten your jeans. Once done you will return them to the back of my neck."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian’s pulse rate quickened as she heard the command pass his lips. Taking a shuddering breath, she lifted her arms above her head, interlaced her fingers and brought them down to the back of her head. The smooth and fluid movement naturally lifted her chest, pushing her breasts out as if she was proudly displaying them to her Master’s gaze.

His command to keep her arms in place was met with a soft, “Yes Master.”

"The first lesson I wish to teach you, my little butterfly, is that you are a creature of passion and beauty.”

Gooseflesh erupted on Marian’s skin. She didn't quite believe him, but his words made something inside her resonate. She knew what was happening every step of the way as he told her in that soft but strong voice of his exactly what he was doing, and then doing exactly as he had told her.

Her chest was heaving as his hands parted her shirt to reveal the plains of her torso to him. It didn’t matter what she was wearing. Marian had the eerie feeling that clothes only served as a hindrance to her Master’s gaze. She could feel his eyes sweep over her, leaving a trail of burning desire in its wake. Her body responded to him of its own accord... "You're so goddamned sexy, Marian."

A soft blush stained her cheeks, something that was perhaps unfamiliar to Marian. No-one had ever taken the time to worship her body as he was doing. Taking his time, unwrapping her like a gift to him. She had never felt as beautiful as she did in that very instance ... or as willing to give all of herself to him.

Marian watched his hands as he lifted them before her. She stared at them transfixed before he lowered them to touch her. His fingertips left a trail of liquid fire across her skin as she leaned
deeper into him, her eyes fluttering shut. A soft gasp fell from her lips as he explored his new possession, familiarising himself with the plains of her body.

"Feel the passion welling up within you, Marian. It is that selfish, needy voice within you that is demanding: 'More' louder and louder with each sensation I give to you." There was no denying that her body was screaming for more. His words resonated in her being. She was wearing his collar ... she was his ... she was a creature of passion ... she trusted him.

Marian belonged to Dominic, from the very first moment she had laid eyes on him, she had known it. Fate had arranged for them to meet and it has been worth the wait. She could feel his hands on her breasts, her heart beating out a deafening beat against the palm of his hand. Her chest was heaving, pressing the soft and aroused orbs of flesh tighter into his caress as if they were meant to be there ... made just for him.

"Marian, you may move your hands, but only to reach down and unfasten your jeans. Once done you will return them to the back of my neck."

“Yes Master,” Marian whispered breathlessly. She unclasped her trembling hands and slowly ran them down her body, hovering just above his hands for a moment, before she trailed them further down to undo the top bottom of her denim. It was an extravagantly sensual and deeply erotic thing to do while he watched, her own breath catching in her throat. Slowly sliding the zipper down, Marian took a deep breath before her hands made the journey back to ‘his’ neck. Interlacing her fingers once more, Marian’s chest naturally lifted against his hands as she spread her arms.

The hungry little part of her was indeed being fed, the excited butterflies going crazy in her tummy at the ministrations of their Master. Marian thought she would surely melt as he artfully stoked the heat in her to a kindling fire.

 

[Veroe]

Dominic Blair

"Marian, you may move your hands, but only to reach down and unfasten your jeans. Once done you will return them to the back of my neck."

“Yes Master,” She said in a voice just laden with the passion burgeoning within her.

At that Dom let out a groan thick with his mounting desire for her. Jesus, did she realize what she did to him whenever she said those words?

He held his breath as her hands lowered hitching as they hovered over his hands gently cupping her bra covered breasts. They trailed lowered to the button of her jeans. Pulling it open and slowly sliding the zipper down giving Dom a glimpse at the sensible white cotton panties underneath.

Then her hands obediently began their return trip up her body raising up above their heads making her arch her back and press her breasts up into his palms. He could feel the hard erect buttons of her nipples press into his palms as her hands returned to their perch at the back of his neck.

"Good, Marian, good," He commended her obedience. "I want you to know that you may speak your mind, in fact I demand it at all times, Marian, except in the case of questioning what I want you to do."

His hands drifted back down over her stomach dipping inside her jeans and tracing the border of skin and the elastic band of her panties. "Tell me, Marian, what do you expect will occur tonight? Tomorrow?" His hands pushed her jeans down over her hips revealing her cotton clad pelvis to the cool air of the room. "What do you desire to happen to you at my hand?"

One hand journeyed back up to firmly hold her left breast-more firmer than before-not enough to hurt just firmly enough to let her know he was escalating the session. The other hand dipping over her panties and tracing his fingertips over the contours of her pelvic mound. He used a finger to circle her nipple just as his finger of the other hand dipped to trail over the slit of her pussy. "Give words to that voice of passion within you Marian."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Dominic wanted her to speak her mind but not question his command ... and for a brief moment she hesitated, uncertain whether she could comply with his simple yet complicated demand. Both his requests were so far from the norm.

Marian had been conditioned not to speak her mind, to keep her opinions to herself for fear of being judged. It was always expected of her to be a model citizen, even as a child. As a result, she ensured that she had all her ducks in a row before she opened her mouth and even then, she was always ready for a fight. Nothing was ever easy.

The irony of the situation was that Marian was a thinker. She analysed everything to death and it was as natural as breathing for her to question people and their actions around her, even though she rarely voiced her opinion. It was expected. If she made a mistake in her line of work due to an oversight it meant huge capital loss and placing lives in danger.

Dominic was asking her to go against the grain. Marian didn’t know if she could do it. She was not sure if she had the courage to tell him what she was thinking or the will to trust and believe in his judgement without questioning it.

“I will try,” she simply said, instead of giving him a yes. Somehow, she knew this would be a point of serious discussion somewhere in the future.

She felt his hands move across her body, her mind reeling at the sheer magnitude of her body’s reaction to him. By virtue, he was a complete stranger to her but somehow he made her entire being come to life with a single touch. She wasn’t sure whether it was his closeness or knowing that he held absolute power over her. Marian was vulnerable before Dominic, subject to his will and that feeling of ... ‘helplessness’ ... thrilled her and scared her all at once.

"Tell me, Marian, what do you expect will occur tonight? Tomorrow? What do you desire to happen to you at my hand?"

“Whatever you desire Master,” Marian answered. She gave him the 'right' answer ... the 'expected' answer.

She felt him push her jeans down, slowly stripping her defences away. His touch was becoming more precise as if he was slowly drawing the circle in closer around her. Marian’s sense of self preservation gave a little strangled cry, wanting to bolt ... to get away from him, but the overwhelming majority of her senses were screaming for more ... for total release.

As if he could read her mind, Dominic started tracing his fingertips around her nipple and the growing warmth that was seeping from her sex ... accentuating her body’s reaction to him. Marian slowly rolled her head back against her hands, raven hair dripping down her back. Her eyes fluttered shut as a slow breath passed her lips.

"Give words to that voice of passion within you Marian,” he said close to her ear, sending a shudder down her spine.

“I want ...” the words halted on her lips. What did she want? No-one has ever asked her what she wanted before nor has she ever given it serious thought. Marian had always been flailing in the wind, trying to survive the storms ... never giving any thought to what she actually wanted. It was a damn good question.

“I want ... to ... belong,” she said haltingly. “I want to belong in a place where I am accepted for what I am ... who I am, without any judgement,” she continued, her words slowly coming faster as she gave free reign to the feelings bottled inside. “I don’t know what to expect of tonight, Master. I came here hoping to find something that I’ve been looking for my whole life ... and yet I can’t put a name to it."

"I want to know what it feels like to belong to someone ... completely. I want to give free reign to all the desires and hopes and dreams that I have never been able to express or explore. I want to experience it all at the hands of someone who knows how to get them out of me, someone who knows how to get me there.”

Marian halted, her breath coming in sharp, fast gasps. She had never said so much to any one person before. It was quite liberating. “Master ...” she said in a small voice, as the enormity of it closed in around her. “...I’m scared. I am scared that I might actually find what I'm looking for and that it will swallow me whole.” Marian was trembling, the overwhelming emotions simmering, barely bridled on the surface.

"Master ... I want you to make me yours."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"Good, Marian, good," He commended her obedience. "I want you to know that you may speak your mind, in fact I demand it at all times, Marian, except in the case of questioning what I want you to do."

“I will try.”

"You will do more than try, Marion, you will exceed at it," He told her, "but that is a lesson for later. All I require of you now is to revel in the sensations I give you."

"Give words to that voice of passion within you Marian."

“I want ...” She hesitated, “I want ... to ... belong,”

A finger slipped under the elastic of her panties following the line up over her hip to her side where he gently tugged that side of them down an inch.

“I want to belong in a place where I am accepted for what I am ... who I am, without any judgement,” A finger of the hand over her breast slipped under the strap of her bra trailing over the goosebump riddled skin tracing over the swell of her breast just mere millimeters from her aureola.

“I don’t know what to expect of tonight, Master. I came here hoping to find something that I’ve been looking for my whole life ... and yet I can’t put a name to it. I want to know what it feels like to belong to someone ... completely. I want to give free reign to all the desires and hopes and dreams that I have never been able to express or explore. I want to experience it all at the hands of someone who knows how to get them out of me, someone who knows how to get me there.”"

He kissed her on the side of her neck just below her ear. "I promise to help you, Marion, to guide you on your quest to discover yourself, to give all of yourself, to belong to another." His finger dipped under the fabric of her panties trailing his fingertip over her lower stomach and over to the other hip lowering them an inch lower over the flare of that hip revealing a little more of her most secret of treasures.

“...I’m scared. I am scared that I might actually find what I'm looking for and that it will swallow me whole.”

"That is a scary prospect, Marion," He told her, "But you must trust in me, as your master, to know how much you are capable of. Trust me, Marion, I will not let you be swallowed."

"Master ... I want you to make me yours."

"Good, you've done so well so far, Marion," He said, "This is what I want you to do now. Take one hand and lower your panties. I've prepared them so it will only take one movement to push them down for you, Marion. Then I want you to take my hand and place it over your pussy, and hold it there as it explores what is mine."

 

[DarkEmpress]

There was something inexplicable that happened every time he touched her. It was like little explosions of pure electricity that tingled on her skin, a heady and vibrant thing that catapulted her senses into overdrive. Marian was trembling as his hands moved across her, his lips pressing the soft kiss just below her ear.

His breath on her shoulder as he spoke raised the little hairs on her neck, her entire being completely and utterly clinging to this man who was radiating a subtle and definitive power that reminded her time and time again that he was her Master. She belonged to him, her body was his to do with as he pleased and she would subject herself to his every command, willingly. The entire concept still felt so unreal. The feel of leather around her neck was a symbol of her subservience to his will, her fingertips itching to smooth across it reverently.

His command was so sensual and answered with a clear, “Yes Master.”

Marian lowered her hand and lifted her hips from her kneeling position, her trembling fingers finding hold in her panties as she pulled them down in one smooth motion. Leaning forward slightly, she pulled it past her knees and down across her ankles and feet leaving them next to her on the floor.

Sitting back into the kneeling position, Marian took a shuddering breath as she placed her hands back behind her neck. Finding the courage, she lowered her right hand and found his warm hand, her fingers looking small against his long and masculine ones. She gently guided his hand to her sex as she parted her knees slightly to make space for her Master. The dizzying heat that came from just his hand being there was overwhelming. Marian had to fight the urge to thrust her hips towards his hands as she pressed him closer to her, holding his hand in place as he had commanded.

It was maddening, her heart hammering out a deafening beat in her chest. She was sure Dominic could hear it. Marian was not sure what she had expected, but his tenderness was not what she had imagined. The imposing room and Dominic’s entire demeanour had suggested that he would be brutal and unforgiving ... somehow she knew that side of him would surface somewhere along the line, sending a warm flush to wash across her cheeks.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"This is what I want you to do now. Take one hand and lower your panties. I've prepared them so it will only take one movement to push them down for you, Marion. Then I want you to take my hand and place it over your pussy, and hold it there as it explores what is mine."

Her response a clear and unhesitant, “Yes Master.” It warmed the depths of his soul to hear the trust and submission she was placing in him. Also arousing him more than ever.

He watched as she pulled down her panties leaving them laying next to her on the floor atop her jeans. Then taking his hand in hers and moving into place over he pubic mound. He slowly ran the pads of his fingers over her pussy lips. "Very good Marian." His other hand slipped behind her to the fastenings of her bra. "I am unhooking your bra."

Once unfastened he slipped his hand under the strap and back around to the front lifting the cups off her breasts freeing them to the cool air of the room while gentle pressure parted her lips just open as he slowly dragged just the pad of his middle finger between them. On her breast his finger began to circle and flirt with her nipple as the finger of the other hand did the same with her hooded jewel below the two acting in synchronicity.

"You may move your hips as nature dictates, Marian, but absolutely not your hands," He told her.

Dominic then took her nipple between thumb and forefinger rolling it while coaxing her clitoris free of the hood it hid behind.

"Lean back against me," He said to her then, "And spread your legs...a little more...good. Now you are open, exposed for me, Marian, I am so pleased with you right now."

He began to pull at her nipple, little tugs, not forcefully, just enough to give her a very brief sharp sting of sensation. The hand below withdrew from her pussy to rub sensually along the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs. "Now, I want you to take the hand still on your head and lower it to assist me. I want it to spread open your pussy lips so I may further explore what is mine."

 

[DarkEmpress]

Marian’s breath caught in her throat as Dominic trailed his fingertips across her. She could feel the muscles in his hand move, a beautiful duet of anticipation and sensation.

“Very good Marian.”

Why did a very simple praise like that have such a dizzying effect on her? She had the absurd notion to do anything he asked, just to hear him say those words again.

Undoing her bra, his hand slid across her skin making its way to her breast, freeing them from their lacy confines. Dominic had stripped her naked before him, but somehow it felt as if it was going deeper. As if he was stripping her soul before him to peer into the deepest, darkest parts of her ... a fresh sheen of gooseflesh erupted on her skin.

The softest touch was amplified and when Dominic parted her soft flesh, to let his fingertip trail across the sensitive skin, a gasp escaped her lips ... Marian’s eyes fluttered shut. Dominic circled around her nipple in a heated tease ... the hand beneath her own mirroring the action by swirling around the part of her that was connected to every nerve ending in her body.

"You may move your hips as nature dictates, Marian, but absolutely not your hands.”

“Yes Master,” she said breathlessly. The words he had spoken next to her ear sent a shudder through her body as Marian focussed on keeping her hands where they were, chained to the spot.

Dominic claimed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them as the other smoothed across her clit, opening her up to his touch. She could feel her body turn into an aching mass of ecstasy, unable to support itself anymore.

"Lean back against me and spread your legs,” Dominic commanded. Marian tentatively leaned back until she could feel him behind her and then relaxed against his chest, grateful for the support. She spread her legs, which was followed by, “a little more,” from Dominic. Marian complied, her chest heaving as her body worked to fuel the raging flame he was igniting in her. It was wickedly slow and deeply erotic sending her pulse to race in her veins.

“Good. Now you are open, exposed for me, Marian, I am so pleased with you right now."

Those words of praise, again. Marian couldn’t help the little moan that escaped her lips as her hips moved to get closer to her Master’s touch. The tug on her nipple changed the soft moan to a higher pitch as she arched against him. God, he made her feel like a wanton sex slave, craving for more.

He withdrew his hand below and a pleading little moan left her lips before she could stop it, his hand caressing her inner thigh ... her own hand moving with his. She could feel every sinew, every muscle move beneath her hand as he trailed his fingertips across her skin.

"Now, I want you to take the hand still on your head and lower it to assist me. I want it to spread open your pussy lips so I may further explore what is mine."

Marian’s eyes snapped open, desire swirling in their dark depths. She blindly stared at the ceiling as his command sunk in. “Yes Master,” her shaky voice answered. She could feel Dominic’s chest rise and fall with every breath he took, imagined she could hear his heart beating a rhythmic beat, so calm ... in stark contrast to the burning need that flamed in the core of her being. She had never been this aroused in her life, as if every nerve in her body was scanning for his every move, every breath ... every command.

Slowly lowering her left hand, Marian flanked the slit of her sex with her forefinger and middle finger. Spreading it open, she left the last vestige of her body parted and revealed for her Master’s pleasure. The butterflies in her tummy were frantically mulling about, her body alive and tingling in anticipation. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words that could possibly express how she felt. There should be an English word that describes what it feels like to be suspended in absolute bliss, caught in a furnace of flames that threatens to consume your very soul with white hot desire.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

"Now, I want you to take the hand still on your head and lower it to assist me. I want it to spread open your pussy lips so I may further explore what is mine."

“Yes Master,” She said shakily.

Dominic's breath caught as Marian, his Marian, his beautiful sexy submissive Marian complied with his will. Her hand moved off her head and lowered spreading the lips of her labia open.

"Good Marian." Slowly letting her anticipate his every action his hand trailed back up her inner thigh to her open pussy. One finger traced the inside of one lip from the very bottom to the top where her clitoris hid under its hood. He stopped just short though and returning to the bottom to run the same finger along the inside of the other lip until it reached a milimeter away he stopped again. Instead he pushed the one finger inside slowy stopping as the finger was inside her up to one knuckle.

"Tonight you may reach orgasm as often as you are able to," He told her, "In fact I expect you will do so many times tonight. However this will be the last time you may do so without my express permission."

Slowly he pushed the finger in little by little allowing her to feel every next milimeter of it as it penetrated her. He withdrew and pushed back in pumping his finger in and out of her dripping hungry hole. "You are very wet Marian, do you find the experience of me fingering you arousing?"

He added a second finger and increased the pace of pumping them in and out, and did so for a while paying close attention to the state of her arousal by the rapidity of her breathing. His other hand was toying and playing with her breast.

He pulled his fingers out to show her that they were coated with her juices. "Marian have you ever tasted your own passion?" He brought the fingers up to her mouth. "I want you to use your tongue to clean my fingers."

 

[DarkEmpress]

"Good Marian."

Those words were maddening, intoxicating ... pure adrenalin. His fingers were her deliverance to ecstasy ... his voice like liquid fire, searing through her mind. Tracing the outline of her velvety dark depths, he teased her soft folds before slowly sinking one finger into her warmth.

"Tonight you may reach orgasm as often as you are able to. In fact I expect you will do so many times tonight. However this will be the last time you may do so without my express permission."

Marian nodded, trying to find her voice that came in a breathless, “Yes Master.” He was stripping her of control over her own orgasms, claiming them as his property. The knowledge made her want to rebel ... crumble. Could she really give him all of that?

Before she could answer, his finger penetrated her, letting it move in and out of her body until her depths ached with need. "You are very wet Marian, do you find the experience of me fingering you arousing?" Dominic asked before a second finger joined in tormenting her senses into a frenzy. Marian softly moaned with every expel of breath she made, her body trembling against him ... teetering dangerously on the edge.

“You have no idea, Master,” Marian managed to answer in a soft voice.

Without warning his fingers were gone and Marian’s eyes slowly fluttered open to gaze upon his hand held before her, his fingers dripping with her glistening honey.

"Marian have you ever tasted your own passion?" Dominic asked close to her ear, his voice soothing her senses as his breath played across her skin, making her want to melt against him.
“No Master,” she gasped.
"I want you to use your tongue to clean my fingers," he commanded, bringing his fingers to her lips.

A low, soft moan escaped her lips as she complied, letting her tongue sweep across his fingers to taste her own desire mingled with the taste of his skin ... quite a heady combination. Marian leaned forward slightly and delicately took his fingers into her mouth, languidly sucking to the very tips of his fingers and starting the process again. The entire process was hugely provocative and scandalously suggestive.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Dominic Blair

Dom wathced her carefully as his fingers coated in her juices hovered over her lips. Her luxurious hair spilling over his shoulder like a chocolate silk, her eyes narrowed on his fingers. Behind them many things were obviously swirling in her mind, but her head lifted slightly and her tongue extended past her lips and Dom growled lowly in lust as she suckled his fingers clean.

She was a garden in the desert surrounded by a high, thickened stone wall and gaurded by the fiercest of dragons, but when she opened the gates of her garden to let him in-god help him-what rare and fragile flowers he found inside.

"Deliscious isn't it," He told her his voice hoarse with desire, "I can hardly wait until I taste it from the source tonight."

He brought his hand down returning to her other lips. His two fingers slipped slowly back inside the weeping hole. they spread apart and began to seriously explore the contours of moist flesh within. "Now I wish to locate that hidden secret within you. A woman's g-spot is a source of great mystery to most men, because they don't take the time to get to know it nor the patience to tap into its powerful effect on you, but you will find I am the soul of patience and I intend to know it intimately, Marian." His finger curled up near the roof of her sheath and judging by her reaction he had succeeded in finding her g-spot. "Ahah...that would be it."

Those fingers continued to stimulate her g-spot as the hand on her breasts slipped down past her abs and over the hand spreading her lips apart. Two finger of that hand began to play with the sensitive nubbin of her clitoris.