Under the Mask

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Closed for SexyVita

Standing outside the quiet brownstone, Maura double checked the address on the invitation. Looking around the tree-lined Brooklyn neighborhood, she was sure that she had the wrong place. An elderly couple nodded as they passed her on a late-night stroll, arms linked as they walked under the gentle light of the street lamps. Two houses down, the faint sound of jazz could be heard coming from an open window. There was no possible way that this quaint, picturesque street could be the right place.

The brownstone in front of her was dark, the windows covered by heavy curtains and, even if she strained her ears, Maura couldn’t hear a single peep coming from inside. And yet, the address wasn’t wrong. This had to be it.

Shoulders squared with resolve, Maura cinched the tie of her black trench coat tighter and climbed the stone stairs to the front door. Knocking quickly, she fidgeted, waiting for the door to be opened.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, quickly opening the black clutch in her hand and pulling out a black lace mask. The door opened just as she got the mask in place.

Yep, this is the right place, she thought, taking in the statuesque woman standing before her clad in only a red lace teddy that was completely see-through.

“Do you have an invitation?” The woman asked, hooded brown eyes peering out from a mask that matched the lingerie. Maura handed over the invitation, a business card with an address on one side and a silver stamp resembling an elaborate masquerade mask on the other. The woman glanced at it before giving Maura a long appraising look. With a nod, she stepped aside and ushered Maura in.

As the door closed behind her, Maura felt her heart skip and a shiver run down her spine. There was no turning back now.

The living room, or what she perceived to be the living room, was lit by candles and lamps covered with rich red and purple scarves. People in various forms of undress wandered about, mingling, some sitting on the luxurious furniture. All of them wound together in soft embraces or heavy petting sessions.

“Coat?” The woman in red held out a well-manicured hand.

With hesitant fingers, Maura untied her coat and let it slip from her shoulders. Before she could change her mind, she handed it to the woman. Now, standing in a crowd of strangers wearing only a mask and a silk black teddy, Maura felt more vulnerable than she ever had in her life.

“You’ll find this floor to be where the tamer socialization occurs.” The woman said, her voice husky.

Glancing around, there was nothing tame about what Maura was seeing as she watched a man and two women kissing up against the wall.

“Upstairs,” the woman indicated the stairwell in front of the door, “is for more private delights. And downstairs,” she pointed to a door opened to velvet darkness, “is where the true entertainment lies. You’ll find we provide you with any additional instruments or protections that you will need. You need simply look around.” She waved a hand around the room and, sure enough, Maura could see a number of bowls filled with condoms as well as an array of toys lying about.

“Do enjoy your stay.” The woman turned to greet a new guest, leaving Maura well and truly alone in the lion’s den.

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth watched with a slight smirk on her face as the new "guest" was ushered into the club. The woman stood there almost like a deer in the headlights, not sure if she make a run for it. Even more delicious was the fact that Elizabeth knew exactly who the new woman was and why she was here. In Elizabeth's opinion, it was something of a minor miracle that Maura was here at all. While she was pretty sure that Maura was not a virgin, she seemed way too vanilla to be in a place like this, and the glazed look in her eyes at the tame kissing and groping going on in the front lounge seemed to confirm that. Still Elizabeth was also here for a reason tonight and if she let Maura stand there much longer, she'd likely lose out to one of the club's more predatory members. She approached Maura with a confident, easy swagger. She knew she looked good and she was proud of it.

"Welcome to the club." She said with a smile. "You must be new here, because I would definately remember seeing a woman with all those delicious curves before." She said, running her eyes over Maura like she was some very tempting dessert. "Amanda should have passed you off right away to an experienced member to get the tour and to have the rules explained to you, but she likes to have her fun, and apparently she decided to let you skirm for a moment. But I'm here now so we can get started with the basics."

"The most important rule here is that everything you see here, or do here, is by consent. So you will be asked in advance for your consent before anyone will touch you, or before you commence any sexual activity. You always have the right to say no, or to retract your consent at any time. If anyone here does something to you that you do not consent to or if you believe someone else's consent is being violated, please report it immediately to one of the staff. The club has no tolerance for consent violations. The same applies in reverse, of course."

"Beyond that, there are not really many other rules. The club encourages the use of condoms and other barriers, but does not require it as long as all parties involved consent. It's considered polite to let others know if you have had unprotected sex recently and required that you let them know of any STIs that you are currently aware of. It is asked that you do your best to clean up after yourself. There are bins around the club labled for trash, used toys, and soiled linens so please use them."

"If you need to ask me anything, I'm known here as Mistress Elle, but you can just call me Elle for now." Elizabeth ended that statement with a wink that suggested she hoped Maura might be calling her Mistress at some later date. Even though she and Maura worked together, Elizabeth, who went by Liz at work was pretty sure Maura would not realize who she was, at least not yet. "We can get started with the tour whenever you are ready, and you can ask questions at any time."

"Oh, I almost forgot, what should we call you? Oh, and before you answer, I'm not asking for your real name, but your pseudonym. You did think of one before you arrived, didn't you? If not, I could make something up?" With a wicked twinkle in her eye, she made that last part a question, as if asking Maura for permission to do just that.

 

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Maura’s eyes widened as she took in the woman sauntering towards her. Beautiful breasts practically spilling out of the tight leather bodysuit. Fishnet stockings accentuating long, toned legs. Maura gulped, taking in the air of authority that this woman had as she practically stalked towards the young woman. If Maura hadn’t been feeling out of her element before, she most certainly was now.

She was sure, more than ever, that she had bitten off way more than she could chew with this. But, after two years at the paper working on nothing but weddings and parties with nothing more than gossip to report, Maura had been starving for a real story that tested her journalistic abilities. A private sex club where even the members didn’t know who each other were…who could pass that up?

Maura had never considered herself a prude. She wasn’t exactly a virgin. Ok, so she hadn’t lost her V-card until the year before. And, fine, that had been the only guy she’d ever slept with. Plus, she owned a vibrator. What did it matter if she’d only used it a few times and never to completion because she couldn’t shake her mother’s voice in her ear telling her “good girls don’t play with their secret garden.” But that didn’t mean she wasn’t a sexual being. It just meant that she…okay, fine, so she was super inexperienced and had absolutely no right being in the middle of this sex party.

She was tired of being boring. Tired of hearing her boyfriend complain that she was terrible in bed because she found the idea of sucking him off gross, never wanted to watch porn with him because it “puts feminism back a hundred years,” and was hardly ever in the mood to play.

This was her Hail Mary.

Now, with this powerful, confident, sexy as hell woman eyeing her up and down, Maura couldn’t help but wonder if she had made a massive mistake.

The woman’s voice was husky and commanding as she talked Maura through the rules of the club. Each word that fell from her lips made the blush that covered the young woman’s body deepen.

"If you need to ask me anything, I'm known here as Mistress Elle, but you can just call me Elle for now."

The woman’s wink sent a shiver of anticipation down Maura’s spine.

"We can get started with the tour whenever you are ready, and you can ask questions at any time. Oh, I almost forgot, what should we call you? Oh, and before you answer, I'm not asking for your real name, but your pseudonym. You did think of one before you arrived, didn't you? If not, I could make something up?"

“I…I uh am ready for the tour.” Maura said, pulling her shoulders back and trying to appear as confident as this woman…Elle, was.

“I hadn’t thought of a pseudonym.” She said with a shake of her head. “A friend got me the invitation last minute and I didn’t know I needed one.” The lie fell easily off her tongue as she looked at Elle. “What do you suggest?”

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth was having trouble hiding her rising excitement watching the flush spread from Maura's face to her neck and chest. She was just so adorable. She had to admit that she'd had a bit of a crush on Maura ever since they'd both come to work for the newspaper, but she also envied her. They'd both been a part of a wave of hiring that was supposed to make the paper "younger and more relevant" as well as "more inclusive and diverse", and they'd started the same week. But even though they'd both been journalism majors in college, Elizabeth was stuck doing proofreading and web design while Maura had managed to snag a job as a reporter, even if she had yet to break a major story.

It was just a coincidence really that Maura had chosen to investigate the "underground" sex club that Elizabeth had been a part of for nearly a year now. She wasn't quite sure how, or even if, she could turn this situation to her advantage, but she was determined to try.

"What do you suggest?" Maura asked. Elizabeth had to keep from smiling, instead cocking her head as if she was thinking, which she actually was. She wanted Maura's pseudonym to be something a bit diminutive, possibly even demeaning, since that might put Maura in the right frame of mind, and she wanted it to be something Maura would always associate with "Mistress Elle". An idea came to her in a flash and she thought it was perfect, even if it was a bit of a cliche.

Straightening her head she looked directly into Maura's eyes and said, with all the authority that a year of being a Domme in an exclusive sex club had given her. "You should go by 'Candy' because you look so sweet that I really want a taste of you." Without waiting to see Maura's reaction, she turned and said, "Now come along Candy, I'll give you the tour." as headed deeper into the club, motioning for Maura to follow.

 

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“...because you look so sweet that I really want to taste you.” The words wormed their way through Maura, making her flush at the not so subtle way that Elle was looking at her. The message was clear and it made Maura’s stomach knot in a not unpleasant way, sending tiny jolts of excitement straight between her thighs.

“Now come along Candy, I’ll give you the tour.” Elle turned abruptly on her heel and started to walk way with a quick motion to Maura, leaving the young woman with nothing to do other than follow the dominatrix’s command.

As they walked, Maura couldn’t help the way her gaze settled on the leather clad ass that swayed in front of her. The gentle, yet commanding swing of the hips. She’d never been with another woman before, hadn’t really even thought of it other than those drunken nights at college when it felt almost expected that every girl should experiment. But, again, her mother’s voice always stopped her and Maura spent more than a few nights wondering what would have happened if she wasn’t such a “good girl.”

Maybe now was her chance to find out.

As they wove their way through the club, Maura looked around at the decadence and debauchery. Just when she thought she had seen it all, something new and surprising would be just around the corner.

“How…how long have you been a member?” She asked, sidestepping a threesome that was sprawled across the floor, a man somewhere beneath the two masked women who made out as one rode him and the other straddled his face.

“Oh goodness.” She muttered as she quickly looked away from the display, only to find Elle watching her intently.

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth smiled when "Candy" simply turned and followed her into the club, but she wiped it away with practiced ease before Maura caught up to her. Honestly, she'd expected a protest, but the fact that Maura had just gone along meekly with her new name boded well for whatever Elizabeth decided to do with her later. Maura was not like her other conquests here at the club or even those outside it. She seemed way too inexperienced to really know what she wanted. So Elizabeth would have to guide her gently, at least at first. She had a feeling this was going to be even more fun than she'd anticipated.

"So, the front lounge, as you've already seen, is primarily for foreplay, kissing, light fondling, a bit of teasing, that sort of thing. Most of the rest of the ground floor is reserved for basic sex and the few of the lighter fetishes. There are beds, couches, chairs, and beanbags, and all the furniture here is build sturdy, so you can have sex on the coffee tables and whatever else strikes your fancy. Here, and in the basement, it's always alright to watch. Everyone on the lower floors wants to be seen, looked at, and hopefully, admired. If they did not, they would take a private room on the upper floors. If you see someone, or even a group, that you like, you can always ask to join them. Don't be offended if they say "No", just respect that and continue watching or move on as it pleases you."

Elizabeth continued to wind through the place which was a warren of small areas where members were engaged in a dizzying array of combinations and sex acts. There were pairs, threesome, foursomes, and in a few larger spaces, groups that look more like orgies. Most of the groups were some combinations of men and women, but there were also groups of men or women only. There was oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, hand jobs, foot jobs and even some things that Maura would probably not even have names for.

The place seemed much larger on the inside than the outside of the brownstone would suggested and it eventually became clear that several adjacent buildings had been openned up to allow passage between them, which was truly astonishing given the price of real estate in the city. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you the second most imporant rule here. Do not offer or accept money or gifts from anyone here. It shouldn't happen, since everyone is well aware of the rules, but there can be no exchanges of value between members inside the club. The owners don't want any appearance of prostitution that could get us shut down."

"How... how long have you been a member?" Maura asked her.

"About a year," Elizabeth replied, "I used to have a married lover who used the place to get away from his wife. He got me an invitation and I liked it so much that I bought a long-term membership, even after I stopped seeing him."

"Oh goodness." she heard Maura exclaim and turned to see her quickly looking away from the threesome sprawled out on the floor.

"See anything yet that interests you?" Elizabeth said just a bit teasingly. "There's more to show you, but if you're intested, I know most of the members, I could introduce you if you want to join and I could come by to collect you later for the rest of the tour."

 

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As she wound her way through the maze of the brownstone, Maura’s gaze moved about quickly, trying to take in every detail that she could. If she wanted to capture the details and feelings of this night, she would need to remember everything as best she could. Without the benefit of recorder or pen and paper, Maura’s memory was the only tool at her disposal.

She followed Elle past one debauched scene after another; everything a tangle of limbs and varying degrees of bared flesh. The noises filling the brownstone were enough to make a pornstar blush, which only meant that Maura was grateful for the faded light and the silk scarves that muted the lamps and cast a sea of seductive reds, pinks, and purples across her flushed skin.

As she sidestepped the tangle that was the threesome near her feet, Maura heard Elle’s husky tone as the woman looked back at her.

"See anything yet that interests you? There's more to show you, but if you're interested, I know most of the members, I could introduce you if you want to join and I could come by to collect you later for the rest of the tour."

Watch the trio whither and moan on the floor, Maura was surprised to find herself nearly tempted to say yes. But she was here for business and not pleasure. Besides, when a girl had barely done more than missionary and had only been with one man ever in her life - the idea of a woman having never crossed her mind…at least not that much - Maura felt a threesome was more than a bit out of her league.

“Does your former..lover still frequent the club?” Maura asked, bringing the conversation back to the impromptu interview. “I can imagine it might be awkward to see him here in this..way if he does.”

A woman dressed in nothing but an intricate red lace mask brushed past Maura as she looked the young journalist up and down.

“Mistress Elle, who is your delicious companion?” She purred, her gaze never leaving Maura. The woman was tall, nearly six feet, dwarfing Maura’s own diminutive 5’4” frame. An Amazon, that is what she reminded Maura of, tall and toned with copper skin and black hair down to her waist.

“I’m M … Candy.” Maura said quickly, trying to cover her lapse. She held her hand out to shake the other woman’s. “And you are?”

The woman’s rich, smooth laugh washed over Maura. “Oh you are a delight. Mistress Elle, where did you find this one?”

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth had not expected Maura to take up her offer of joining a group so it was no surprise when she just shook her head and then asked a question instead. However Elizabeth might feel about Maura personally, she had to admit she was doing an admireable job of staying focused on being a journalist in the midst of what was a very distracting environment.

“Does your former..lover still frequent the club? I can imagine it might be awkward to see him here in this..way if he does.”

Elizabeth chuckled, "Not really as awkward as you might think. First, I don't see him often. He mainly uses the private rooms upstairs and there is a back door to the club with stairs that lead straight up to the second floor. But even if I do see him in passing here in the club, there is no real awkwardness. You have to understand that, in general the people who come here don't do so with the idea of making long-term or exclusive commitments. Some do, of course, but that's relatively rare. Before I came to the club, I never really realized how much I like being in control during sex. After I did, our interests diverged, and we broke up on amiable terms."

Just then a tall, athletic woman who went by Lady Athena approached them from behind as she looked Maura over like a tigeress looking at a juicy steak.

“Mistress Elle, who is your delicious companion?” She purred, while still eying Maura hungrily. Elizabeth was about to introduce her when Maura jumped in.

“I’m M … Candy.” Maura said, holding out her hand. “And you are?”

For a moment Elizabeth was afraid Athena was going to be angry, since she had very intentionally addressed her and not Maura, but thankfully Athena just laughed it off. “Oh you are a delight," she said to Maura while pointedly ignoring her outstreched arm and her question as if they were both a faux pas and beneath her notice.

Turning to Elizabeth she said, "Mistress Elle, where did you find this one?”

"I wish I could claim credit for her, but she just showed up on the doorstep like a lost puppy," Elizabeth said with a smile for Athena. Elizabeth could look Athena straight in the eye only on account of the four inch heels on her boots, while Athena was six feet in her currently, bare feet. "I'm giving her the tour, but apparently I'll need to do some training too. I hope you'll excuse her impertinence." Lady Athena, this is Candy." Only then did she turn to Maura, "Candy, this is Lady Athena."

Athena responded with a low sultry laugh. "For one as delictable as she is, I might forgive a great deal," she said with a look at Maura like she wanted to devour her. "Well, as much as I am tempted, I won't keep you from the rest of the tour. I'm about to do a scene with Marcus, and I have to get properly attired. He requested a particular outfit and he's been such a good boy, I thought I'd indulge him, just this once. Though I'll probably give him a few extra whacks for being cheeky enough to ask."

"Sounds like fun," Elizabeth responded. "Perhaps after I show her the safe zone, we'll come down to watch. She hasn't seen the basement yet." With that they parted ways, as Elizabeth led Maura into a large area that looked like a cross between an luxury kitchen and a cozy cafe. Perhaps the most immediately noticable thing about it was that there was no one having sex on any of the furnishing or anywhere in the area. In one part there were polished cherry wood cabinets in a rich redish stain, dark marble counters, and gleaming stainless steel finishes and appliances. There was also a buffet with areas to keep both hot and cold items and it was full of various food items from gourmet meat and cheese platters, to salads, to various pasta dishes, and much more. The other half of the area included comfortable places to sit and eat.

"So first of all, I would caution you against speaking if you are not the one being addressed. Lady Athena was willing to be gracious, but not everyone here will be. There is a definate social hierachy in the club and until you figure out where you fit in it, it's best to error on the side of caution. I'm not saying you can't start a conversation, but don't jump into a conversation you are not invited into. Be polite and assume everyone is your social superior unless they choose not to be. I know it might sound complicated but I'm confident you'll be able to work it out."

"Now, that being said, this area is the safe zone. There is no sex allowed in here. Clothing is optional, but encouraged. What we are wearing is fine. Also, for the most part the social conventions of the club are relaxed in here. Maybe not entirely abandoned, but eased. You would be wise to still be polite to those above you and it's fine to command your sub to fetch you a fresh drink or food without a please or thank you, but conversation is a bit freer here."

Then she gestured to three heavy doors in one wall that appeared to have locks on them. As they approached Maura could see the locks had "Occupied" or "Unoccupied" signs like airplane bathrooms. "So, these might look like bathrooms, but in fact they are Safe Rooms. By it's nature the club can be a bit overwhelming, even sometimes to long time members. If you feel the need to get away, and be alone for a bit, this is the place to go." She openned one of the unoccupied rooms and Maura could see there was a soft comfy chair with some pillows, a beanbag on the floor, and some towels and blankets in a little nook in the wall. "No one will bother you in here, but if you are in here more than fifteen minutes or so, one of the staff will come to just to check that you are alright."

"Now come along and I'll show you the basement." They took some stairs down to the basement and if Maura had thought that the ground floor was overwhelming, it was nothing compared to the basement. Unlike the upstairs, the basement was largely open. The only divisions seemed to be between the various buildings that made up the club. Several archways had been constructed so people could pass between them, but otherwise the stone basement walls were intact. Within the area Maura could see, however, was a dizzying array of equipment being put to use. There were cages, St. Andrew's crosses, bondage benches and more. There was even an adjustable medical table with stirrups and all, as well as things Maura couldn't even identify. On these, men and woman were variously being spanked, paddled, caned, whipped, bound, tickled, and shocked by electric prods. There was one woman dripping hot wax on a man's chest and, while it seemed painful from his reaction, you couldn't miss that his seven inch penis was rock hard, especially since the woman would occasional fondle it. Nearby a naked woman on all fours was being led around on a leash by her Mistress almost like a dog show.

"Well, what do you think?" Elizabeth asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

 

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Though she was the subject of their conversation, Maura had never felt so invisible as she listened to Elle and the gorgeous Amazonian discuss her.

"I wish I could claim credit for her, but she just showed up on the doorstep like a lost puppy. I'm giving her the tour, but apparently I'll need to do some training too. I hope you'll excuse her impertinence. Lady Athena, this is Candy."

Maura inclined her head towards the woman, offering up a shy smile as the two women set their full attention on her. She flushed as the woman, Lady Athena, eyed Maura like she was a three course meal at a Michelin Star restaurant. Heat raced up Maura’s chest and neck; she knew she was turning redder than a tomato underneath that gaze.

"For one as delectable as she is, I might forgive a great deal." The purr in Athena’s voice sent a shiver down Maura’s spine. She’d never thought of a woman in a sexual way before. Well…there was that one time in highschool when she had a mild crush on her lab partner. And then there was that time she had a sex dream - okay, multiple sex dreams - about her English Lit professor. Oh and that one barista at Starbucks that remembered Maura’s order and always drew a winky face on her cup. And…Maura shook her head. These were all natural, human thoughts. Anybody could find something attractive about persons of the same sex. It was biological. While Maura would admit that there were times she found other women attractive, she was adamant about the fact that she was not gay.

Athena walked away with one last searing look that Maura felt down to her toes and, just like that, Mistress Elle was off again with the tour. She led Maura through to the safe room, explaining the hierarchy of the club and all the subtle, unspoken rules. Maura filed them all away, making note to include these elements into her article. There was so much information floating around her brain, she was struggling to keep it all sorted while also taking in the overwhelming atmosphere. Mistress Elle’s revealing outfit and the way her breasts were spilling out over the top of her corset weren’t helping matters much either. Perhaps her distraction was the reason that Maura felt herself following sedately along to the basement, not once questioning why she was following this woman into the belly of the beast.

As she stepped into the dim light of the open room, Maura’s eyes widened as she took in the various scenes happening around her. Her mind cataloging the array of contraptions and devices that people were tied, chained, and bound to. Some participants were blindfolded, some gagged, more than a few were both. The sounds of whips and paddles hitting against soft flesh filled the rooms, along with the moans of pleasure they elicited.

Maura followed Elle through the first archway that bisected the massive underground room. She winced as she watched a woman pour hot wax on a man who, though he looked in pain, was sporting a massive erection. She turned, her gaze moving over to another scene where a woman in a black leather bustier and red lace thong paired with thigh high stiletto boots had a naked woman strapped to a Saint Andrew’s cross. The woman ran the butt of a cat o’nine slowly along the ridge of the naked woman’s spine, caressing her tenderly before flogging the woman’s bare ass with the muli-strip leather whip. The woman arched into the feel and whimper loudly enough for Maura to hear her. Or maybe it was Maura who was whimpering at the sight.

"Well, what do you think?" Elle turned to her with a gleam in her eyes. Maura gulped.

“It’s very…titillating.” Maura said, her voice trailing off as a loud cry of pleasure echoed off the stone walls. Her eyes sought at the source of the cry and immediately found the pair of women again, the naked woman’s ass now marked with red stripes as her partner thrust a large dildo into her.

“How does one choose a partner here? How do you know who to trust not to go too far?” She asked Elle, her eyes not moving from the pair of women as the dominant continued to flog her submissive.

 

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“It’s very…titillating.” Maura replied to her question. It amused Elizabeth to watch Maura seem to vasilate back and forth between a deer in the headlights and a kid in a candy store. Although it was more like someone who'd never even heard of chocolate on a tour of Willy Wonka's.

“How does one choose a partner here? How do you know who to trust not to go too far?”

Elizabeth smiled, "Well, that's the trick, isn't it? Really, there's no real secret to it. Many new members watch a while before deciding to approach someone. Finding someone who's style you prefer goes a long way. For example, if you don't find pleasure in humiliation, it would probably be a bad choice to pair with a Dominant that prefers to humiliate their subs. But that's just the beginning. The real key is communication and negotiation. Working out, in advance, what's allowed, what's definately not, and what may or may not be OK," she kept her voice low, so as not to disturb the various scenes going on around them.

"The other part is having predefined safe words. And yes, safe words really are a thing, and an important one. There's the traditional color system, Green for 'everything is good', Yellow for 'slow down' or 'pause so we can discuss', and Red for 'stop immediately'. Regardless of the words someone chooses, it's vital to know that the Dominant knows the sub's safe words. Most people stick with the colors because everyone knows it, and if it seems that a Dom is ignoring a sub's safe words, the staff will intervene. In any case, it's important not to use words like 'Stop' or 'No' as safe words because some people like to use words like that as part of their scenes."

By then they had navigated their way to an area where Lady Athena, now dressed like a nun with a leather fetish, was using a long single-tailed whip on a man who was tied hand and foot to the four legs of an old-fashion school desk. The desk was the kind with a rectangular wood top, metal legs, and a slot below the desk to put your books. The man reacted so violently each time the whip came down on his legs, back, or ass that it was surprising the desk didn't fall over, until Maura realized it was bolted to the floor. Lady Athena saw them approaching and aimed a sly wink at Maura.

 

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With each thwack of the whip against bare flesh, Maura flinched. Why anyone would willingly subject themselves to such pain was beyond her. But then, a lot of the things going on around her at that moment were beyond her comprehension. Here she was, a young woman who couldn’t even bring herself to watch porn, surrounded by some of the most debauched sexual acts imaginable.

Unable to continue watching the man being whipped, Maura’s eyes moved towards the woman inflicting the pain. Lady Athena caught her stare, winking slyly as she brought the whip down with a snap of her wrist.

“I don’t think I’m ready for…that.” She said turned to Elle, voice pitched low as she nodded towards Lady Athena and her submissive. “Why would anyone subject themselves to something so painful? I can’t imagine how you would find pleasure in torture.”

Looking around at all the scenes playing out around her, Maura shook her head. “What draws them to this?” She thought out loud. Even as she didn’t think she could ever subject herself to torture, Maura couldn’t deny that there was something about all of this that was twisting her stomach in a way that sent jolts of pleasure between her thighs. The dampness of her panties was a clear indication that Maura was becoming turned on by this show of hedonism.

 

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“I don’t think I’m ready for…that,” Maura said quietly as she turned to look at Elizabeth, “Why would anyone subject themselves to something so painful? I can’t imagine how you would find pleasure in torture.”

Elizabeth chuckled, "Well, many people aren't ready for something like that when they first get here. As for why, there are any number of reasons. Some like the submissiveness of allowing someone else that much control. Some like to be hurt, for one reason or another. I've heard that pain releases endorphins into the brain that can be exciting and make pleasure that much more intense. I'm not much into pain myself, though I will occasionally give pain to my sub if they really want it."

“What draws them to this?” Maura wondered as she looked around the room.

"If you're asking why all the people here like what they like, that's too broad a question to answer. But if you mean why are they drawn to a place like this? For a lot of us it is acceptance. Many of us here believed we were abnormal for desiring to be sexually dominant or submissive, liking pain or giving it, or wanting sex with more than one person, etc. Here, no one looks at us funny if we admit to those things. Not everyone is into the same things, even here, and one person's 'yum' is someone else's 'ewe', but the general rule here is 'Don't yuck my yum.' You might not be interested in something, you might even find it disgusting, but be polite if that's the case and just say that you are not interested in that."

"So there is another safe zone here in the basement, so you don't have to go all the way upstairs if you need it," Elizabeth said as she pointed the space out to Maura. "And that pretty much concludes the tour. There are private rooms on the upper floors. If you are ever interested in using one, just inquire with one of the staff and they can arrange it for you. Otherwise, you're free to roam around and do as it pleases you. Although, if you don't have any plans, I'd love to show you something I think might interest you. Jasmine, one of my regular subs, wants to do a scene with me tonight. It will be pretty light compared to what you've just seen. Mostly teasing, a bit like foreplay drawn out to the point where the sub is desperate to orgasm. I think you might find it informative."

 

[ms_tiff]

“And that pretty much concludes the tour.” Elle turned to Maura, giving her the final instructions about private rooms and being free to roam. But, the thing was, Maura didn’t want to roam. While the idea of being without an escort in this “den of iniquity,” as her mother would call it, both thrilled and terrified Maura, she wasn’t ready to say good-bye to Mistress Elle just yet.

Something about the woman intrigued her, drew her in. Maura felt herself being pulled to the mysterious woman like a moth to a flame and all Maura wanted was to stay by her side for the rest of the evening.

“...if you don’t have any plans, I’d love to show you something I think might interest you.”

Maura didn’t need to listen to anything more, her head was already nodding yes before Elle had even finished speaking.

“I’d…I’d like that.” She said quickly, not even sure of what she was agreeing to. And, to be honest, Maura wasn’t sure if she cared. At this point, Elle was her lifeline in this world and Maura was going to hold on for as long as she could.

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth smiled, Maura really did seem like the lost puppy she'd named her earlier, eager to stay close to her new Mistress. That thought almost made Elizabeth shiver, because even if Maura didn't realize it, Elizabeth had seen and experienced enough budding D/s relationships to be pretty certain that was what this was going to turn into. The thought of Maura becoming her willing sub was intoxicating. Elizabeth knew that some of that was just new relationship energy, that burst of excitement that often accompanies the start of a new relationship. NRE was always temporary, eventually the excitement of having someone new interested in you faded, but it could last for months sometimes, and it was heady while it lasted.

"Alright then, lets go collect Jasmine and my equipment then we can get started." Elizabeth led Maura through the rest of the "dungeon" while she scanned for her sub. Jasmine loved the dungeon and spent nearly all her time at the club in it. And since Elizabeth hadn't seen her yet that meant she was probably in the next room. Jasmine loved both watching and being watched, so if she wasn't taking part in a scene, she was usually watching one. For that reason, Elizabeth had forbidden Jasmine from touching herself tonight. She wanted her already keyed up even before their scene began.

She found Jasmine, predicably, watching a scene between two women engaged in knife play. Jasmine was a lesbian and didn't play with men at all. Knife play wasn't really Elizabeth's thing, but she did have to admire the artistry of it. It this case, the Domne had the sub on her back, and was laying knives against the sub to restrict her movement. When she was done, she began to use various methods that would elicit a response from the sub. From tickling, to small electric shocks, to using a vibrator on her. The sub had to fight her normal insticts to keep from moving. Jasmine was standing watching the scene, wearing her mask, some absurd platform heels, a leather collar, and matching cuffs on each wrist and ankle. One of her hands was hovering just above her pussy as if she really wanted to stroke herself.

Elizabeth approached Jasmine from behind and she was too engrossed in watching the scene to notice. When she was less than a foot from Jasmine, Elizabeth's arm shot out and grabbed Jasmine's hovering hand around the wrist. "Ah, ah, ah. You know what I told you!" Jasmine was so badly startled that she squeeled and nearly toppled over.

"Oh! Mistress, you scared me!" Jasmine said, turning to face Elizabeth.

"Well, you should be scared if you haven't been following my instructions!"

"Oh, I have Mistress, I promise!" Jasmine quailed.

"I'll be the judge of that," Elizabeth said, bringing each of Jasmine's hands up to her nose one at a time and sniffing them. "Alright, it seems you haven't been touching yourself. Well, come along, if you want to do a scene with me, now is the time." They walked first to the safe zone where Elizabeth retrieved a bag a bit larger that a typical gym bag, that looked rather heavy, and then they went on a search to find a place for their scene. On the way she introduced them. "Jamine, this is Candy, this is her first time here and she expressed an interest in watching our scene. Candy, this Jamine, she's been one of my regular subs for... about six months, I'd guess."

Elizabeth finally settled on a St. Andrew's cross that was unoccupied. This one was almost vertical which suited Elizabeth just fine. Using some carabiners that she took from her bag, she secured Jasmine's wrists and ankles to anchor points on the cross, leaving her standing but slightly reclined against it. Then she took out a variety of toys and started to play with her, teasing her nipples, her pussy and clit and other sensitive places on her body. She used feathers, dildos, anal beads, vibrators, toys that simulated being sucked or licked, and occasionally her own fingers to pinch or rub.

It was obvious that Elizabeth knew Jasmine's body well, because it wasn't long before Jasmine was squirming and begging her Mistress to let her come. But Elizabeth kept playing with her, bringing her just to the edge and then backing off until Jasmine was nearly crazy with lust. Her eyes were rolling back, her face and chest were flushed, her knees were having trouble keeping her up, and she was moaning almost constantly. Elizabeth looked back to see what Maura was doing, and asked her, "So, do you think I should let her come yet?"

 

[ms_tiff]

Watching Mistress Elle approach her sub, a buxom young woman who was naked except for her mask and leather cuffs around her wrists, ankles, and a collar around her neck, Maura felt a surge of something akin to…was that jealousy? Something twisted within Maura’s stomach as she watched Elle grip the young woman’s hand, keeping her from touching between her legs. The pair exchanged words, but Maura wasn’t listening, too focused on the commanding way that Elle moved and the way that her sub gave in to her presence.

Elle moved through the room, her sub following without a word. Maura trailed behind the pair, moving further into the unknown.

"Jasmine, this is Candy, this is her first time here and she expressed an interest in watching our scene. Candy, this Jamine, she's been one of my regular subs for... about six months, I'd guess."

Maura nodded to the young woman, offering her a hesitant smile. The woman, Jasmine, looked her up and down, taking in the modest - for this crowd at least - silk teddy that Maura wore with a haughty look before turning back to Mistress Elle like the good little sub that she was.

Well, guess we aren’t going to be besties, Maura rolled her eyes at Jasmine’s back.

And then there they were, standing in front of a Saint Andrews cross and Elle was making quick work of fastening Jasmine’s wrist and ankle cuffs to the anchor points. The young woman’s legs were spread and her sex was on full display. Maura could see that she was already wet and the brief thought of what she might taste like flitted through Maura’s mind.

Elle began to pull an array of toys out of the bag she carried and Maura’s eyes widened. She had never seen so many toys before in her life. Actually, she had only ever seen one toy in person before, and that was when she accidentally discovered her roommate’s vibrator in college. She couldn’t believe how many shapes and sizes there were for dildos and vibrators. And she had never seen anal beads, didn’t even know what they were until she watched Elle lube up a set and insert them into Jasmine’s ass as the woman moaned in pleasure.

As Elle played with Jasmine, bringing her to the brink of orgasm only to draw back to the point that the young woman was pleading for it, Maura felt her body responding. Her own pussy clenched and ached, she could feel the dampness growing in her panties as she watched Elle tease Jasmine’s nipples with a feather as she set a vibe against the prone woman’s clit. Jasmine squealed, her hips bucking forward as much as they could given her secured position. Maura bit her lip, trying to keep her own gasp silent as she watched Elle work.

Her nipples hardened beneath the silk of the teddy, the cool fabric teasing the hard nubs as she shifted her weight. Maura pressed her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the pressure building there. Her hand inched towards her panties, moving with a mind of its own as Maura found herself unable to look away from the scene in front of her.

Several others had gathered to watch the scene. Some openly pleasured themselves or their partners, while others seemed to get off on denying themselves relief.

“So, do you think I should let her come yet?"

Maura’s hand quickly dropped back to her side as Elle turned towards her, a knowing look in the dominatrix’s eyes.

“Yes.” She breathed, nodding slowly, her eyes transfixed on the scene. Her ample chest rose and fell with each labored breath as she fought to control her own base urges. “Yes, please.” She looked to Elle, licking her lips as she imagined what she would let this woman do to her. At this point, what wouldn’t she say yes to? The thought both excited and terrified Maura.

 

[SexyVita]

"Hmmmmm, I disagree, I think she can last just a bit longer." Jasmine protested but Elizabeth ignored her. She had seen Maura's hand move and she felt like crowing in victory, although of course she didn't. Whether Maura knew it or not, she was already falling under Elizabeth's power. Elle motioned to Maura as she continued to edge Jasmine with a Magic Wand she'd connected an outlet using an extention cord with a dimmer switch on it that let her vary the speed from super low and rumbly to fast. "Come a step closer, and stand with your feet shoulder width apart," she commanded Maura.

"Do you agree to let me touch your pussy and clit and make you come?" Elizabeth asked her, forcing her to say it verbally when at first she just nodded. Once she had explicit consent, she said, "If I do anything you don't want, say 'Yellow' and I'll stop doing that. If you want me to stop altogether, say 'Red', and that will end the scene between us for tonight." Then she pulled Maura's panties down around her knees and slid her fingers against Maura's labia, eventually brushing over her clit. Her other hand was still on the vibrator pressed against Jasmine's clit.

"Jasmine, you can come only when Candy does. If you come before she does I'll have to punish you for disobeying me," she said as she kept varying the level of the dimmer switch. Jasmine eyes kept rolling back like she was about to orgasm, but Mistress Elle was apparently well accustomed to this game and kept Jasmine right at the edge. Jasmine's face was so flushed that it was almost alarming, and there were long trails of milky fluid running down her spread thighs. Although she was alternately begging to come or for her Mistress to please stop, never once did she even say 'Yellow', let alone 'Red', so it seemed she was enjoying the torture.

Turning back to Maura, Elizabeth said, "Watching her turns you on so much, doesn't it? You love the power I have over her, and you want to know what that feels like to have someone control you like that, don't you? Well, if you're a good girl and announce, in a clear voice, to Jasmine when you are comming, I promise I find a way for you to taste having someone else in control of you." With that, Elizabeth slid two fingers into Maura's pussy and used her thumb on her clit. Once she found Maura's g-spot, she pressed her fingers and thumb together, massaging the sensative tissue from both inside and out.

 

[ms_tiff]

"Come a step closer, and stand with your feet shoulder width apart," Elle’s command cut through the sounds of sex that filled the basement. Her tone a seductive invitation to go further, to take things beyond the objective bystander stance that Maura knew journalists were meant to take. But there was no chance of being a bystander in this world without sticking out like a sore thumb. If Maura didn’t give in, if she didn’t participate to the fullest extent, she would be found out.

At least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped forward, stopping barely a foot from where Elle stood.

"Do you agree to let me touch your pussy and clit and make you come?" Maura nodded, dazed as she swallowed hard.

“Yes.” She said, her voice husky with need. Elle reiterated the verbal cues for if Maura got too overwhelmed, but at that moment, all Maura could think of was having Mistress Elle touch her.

Before she could blink, Elle had Maura’s panties down around her knees and her fingers were teasing the wet folds of her labia before…

“Oh god.” Maura gasped as Elle’s fingers found her clit, pressing against the sensitive nub in a way that had Maura’s knees shaking with the intensity. Her hips rocked forward, functioning independent of her mind, seeking more. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as Elle continued to tease her.

Maura only had eyes for the woman before her. Not once did her gaze shift to the woman strapped down, receiving a vibrating torture from their mistress.

"Watching her turns you on so much, doesn't it? You love the power I have over her, and you want to know what that feels like to have someone control you like that, don't you? Well, if you're a good girl and announce, in a clear voice, to Jasmine when you are comming, I promise I find a way for you to taste having someone else in control of you."

A desperate whimper escaped Maura’s lips as her eyes locked with the dominatrix. The young reporter’s skin was flushed, her breasts all but heaving with her stuttered breaths. Maura had never been so wet, and she gasped as Elle’s fingers slide inside her easily.

“Ooo fu…” Maura gasped as Elle’s thumb pressed against her clit, her fingers sliding deeper and deeper until. “Fuck!” The squeal of pleasure ripped from Maura’s lips as Elle’s finger hit against her g-spot. She’d never been touched there before, never had someone put her pleasure so front and center.

Gripping Elle’s bicep, Maura leaned into the woman’s touch, her hips bucking wildly as she began to fuck herself on Elle’s fingers. Her head dropped onto the woman’s shoulder as she rode those fingers, taking them inside her, revealing in the pleasure that built deep in her core.

The world slipped away and nothing existed but Elle and her fingers and the pleasure that she gave Maura. The young woman’s legs trembled, pussy clenching around Elle’s fingers as the wave of her orgasm built.

“I…I…oh god.” Maura was breathless, an animal beyond words. Nothing but her own pleasure existed anymore. “I’m…ooooo”

“Say it damn it!” She could hear the other woman, Jasmine, pleading. “Oh god say it please.”

Maura’s eyes closed and she gave in to the sensation of it all. “I’m coming!” She cried out as the wave crashed over her and she came so hard the world went black, her legs giving out as she collapsed onto her mistress.

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth loved watching a woman, or a man, for that matter, simply give in to animalistic lust. To have brought two women to the same place at the same moment was intoxicating. When Jasmine begged for Maura to say she was coming, it was exquisite, since without it Maura might well have failed to remember, too caught up in her own pleasure. And Elizabeth was not above denying Jasmine her orgasm if Maura hadn't followed her instructions. That was just part of her dynamic with Jasmine, that Elle got to decide how and when, or even if, Jasmine got her release.

She wasn't a monster though, if that had happened, she would have allowed Jasmine to pleasure herself, but only once she'd left the club for the night. That meant Jasmine had to decide to risk rubbing herself off in public while she was still aroused from what her Mistress had done or wait until she was safely home when most of the endorphins had already left her system. Elle was pretty sure some cab drivers had gotten an eyeful taking Jasmine home in the past.

But that wasn't going to be neccessary tonight. Once Maura announced to pretty much the whole room that she was coming, Elle just flicked the dimmer to its highest setting and let the Magic Wand, securely strapped to Jasmine's thigh, carry her over into orgasm. That left both hands free for her to catch Maura as her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed towards Elle. It wasn't elegant or gentle, since one of Elle's hands was still inside Maura' pussy, but she still managed to guide Maura against herself and keep her from tumbling to the floor. It was more of a controlled slide down Elle's body and Maura ended up on her butt, leaning again Elle's legs.

Jasmine, on the other hand was now being tortured in a different way, overstimulated as the unceasing vibrations of the Magic Wand brought her to orgasm after orgasm. "Oh, fuck, Oh God, Fuuuuuuuuck!" she screamed, as another orgasm hit. Elle hadn't been keeping count, but it was at least her third. "Oh Mistress please, no more, no more... uuuuungh!" she grunted as she came again. Elle wasn't worried about Jasmine passing out on her the way Maura had. For one thing, Elle knew Jasmine well enough to know the exact moment to stop. Even if she missed that mark, she trusted Jasmine to use her safewords if she needed them. Elle didn't play with subs that refused to use their safewords, it led to way too many problems.

She let Jasmine built towards one final orgasm, her fifth by Elle's count, with Jasmine begging her Mistress to stop the whole way there. Then she counted five seconds, just long enough for Jasmine to be afraid she still wouldn't end it and then reached down and flicked the switch on the Magic Wand into the 'off' position. Jasmine slumped back against the cross, her knees struggling to keep her upright on her percarious platform heels. "How many times did you come, my darling slut?" Elle asked her.

"Seven... seven times, Mistress," Jasmine gasped, still breathing heavily.

"Hmmmm... I think that's a personal best." Elle smiled. Then she knelt down craddling Maura as she did. Maura was just starting to recover. "And how are you, my dear?" The question, and especially the endearment at the end was low and sultry, designed to send shivers though Maura.

 

[ms_tiff]

Maura blinked, stars danced in front of her eyes and she felt the cool cement of the basement floor against her bare skin. She looked up at Elle, who smiled down at her with a wicked glint in her eye.

“I…wow.” Maura’s brain felt scrambled. Was it possible for an orgasm to alter your brain chemistry to the point you lost IQ points? Maura made a mental note to look into that when she was finally able to think logically…if she ever could again.

Maura could count on one hand the number of times that she had orgasmed in her entire life. In the time that they had been together, Maura’s boyfriend had only made her truly climax once and that had been the one time she had to basically beg him to go down on her. She felt terrible faking it so often, but she never wanted to hurt his feelings.

Now, to have experienced such an earth shattering, world changing orgasm, Maura didn’t know how she could ever go back to laying beneath her boyfriend and faking her pleasure. Not when she knew that this kind of pleasure was possible.

“Is it always like that?” She forced herself up onto legs still shaky from her orgasm. “Is it always so…intense?” Her eyes searched Mistress Elle’s, looking for a clue as to who this woman was. What was the story behind her mask? Maura felt herself being drawn in further and further by the mysterious mistress.

 

[SexyVita]

“Is it always like that?” Maura ask, struggling to her feet, “Is it always so…intense?”

Elle laughed, "Well perhaps not always that intense. But giving someone else control over you, over when, or if, you orgasm can be quite the experience, as I'm sure Jasmine can attest."

Jasmine was still slumped against the cross. Her hair was a mess, it looked like she'd drooled on herself at some point, and her thighs and even her feet were wet with her juices. "You have no idea, honey," Jasmine said, "You only came once, I came seven times!"

Elle had started putting her things away in her bag. When everything was put away, she finally released Jasmine, who asked permission to go clean herself up, which Elle granted. "I'll be leaving soon, so I'll see you next week," Elle said to Jasmine as she left. Turning back to Maura she said, "Now, I promised you a reward if you were a good girl and did as I asked. And you were such a good girl." She pulled a smallish toy from her bag along with what looked like a business card and handed them to Maura.

The toy was purple and U-shaped, bulbous on end and kind of like a sea anemone facing the inside of the U on the other. "This part goes inside you," she indicated the bulbous end, "and this part rests against your clit," she stroked the little silicone fronds on the other end. "I recommend wearing panties with this toy because they'll help keep it from slipping out of you, especially once you get wet. You might need a bit of lube, or saliva, to get inside, I noticed that you're quite tight," Elle said with wicked twinkle in her eyes.

"It's a remote control toy that uses bluetooth to connect to your phone with an app. The instructions for downloading and installing the app are on the card. When the app asks you who controls the toy, enter MistressElleNYC, that's on the card too, so you don't forget. Once you've done that I'll get a notification so I'll know you've set it up properly. Do that tonight before you go to bed. Tomorrow morning I want you to turn it on and put it inside you before you start your day. I want you to leave it in, even if you have to pee. It's waterproof, so it will be fine." She fished something else from the bag. "I almost forgot, here is the charger, just plug it in to any USB if it needs it."

"Then, after the day is over, if you still want to continue this journey with me, come here to the club on Tuesday night." Elle picked up her bag and concluded, "I've got to get going, I have plans early tomorrow. Have a good evening." With that she turned and walked off in the direction of the stairs, leaving Maura on her own in the dungeon.

 

[ms_tiff]

The apartment door closed behind Maura with a soft thud as she leaned back against it, her knees still weak and the flush on her skin subdued to a light pink. She stood there, leaning against her door, mind racing with all the sights and sounds and sensations she had experienced.

Her panties were still wet and she wondered if the cab driver had been able to smell the sex on her as she’d ridden home in a daze. Thinking about what had gotten her so wet, the intensity of her orgasm, the woman who had given it to her, Maura bit her lip and giggled. Nobody was ever going to believe the night she had had. Maura didn’t believe the night she had had. But dampness between her thighs and the weight of the vibrator in her clutch was proof enough of the debauchery she had not only witnessed, but participated in.

Moving slowly through the studio apartment, Maura stripped off her trench coat, letting it pool on the floor as she collapsed into her bed. It was well after two in the morning and Maura knew she needed to be up in just a few short hours to get ready for work, but she couldn’t stop herself from pulling the vibrator from her clutch. She inspected the small bit of curved plastic, marveling at the sleekness of the design. It was a fair cry from her current vibrator, a cheap little thing that she’d won at a bachelorette party two years ago and had yet to change the batteries in.

Maura took the card that Mistress Elle had handed her with the instructions. Turning the card round in her hand, Maura debated Mistress Elle’s instructions. Did she dare set the toy up? What were the chances that she would ever see Mistress Elle again….it wasn’t like she’d be going back to the club right? Maura worried her bottom lip as she debated.

“Screw it.” She muttered, going through the set up process and putting MistressElleNYC as the controller before falling back on the bed and immediately falling asleep.

The next morning, Maura slept through her alarm and had to scurry to get ready for work. With no time to shower, she quickly washed up, threw her long brown hair up into a messy bun and, after poking herself in the eye multiple times, decided to forgo her contacts and left on her wire-framed glasses. She was nearly out the door before she remembered the toy and Mistress Elle’s instructions to wear it that day. With no time to think, Maura lubed up the toy and eased it inside herself. She winced as she adjusted to the feel of something inside her as she moved.

She adjusted her black pencil skirt and checked the mirror one last time for panty lines. Satisfied that she looked presentable, Maura hurried out the door. With only thirty minutes to get from her studio in Queens to the office in Manhattan, Maura hailed a cab and prayed that she got in on time.

 

[SexyVita]

When Elizabeth got a notification on her phone that Maura had given her control of the vibrator, she smiled. Even if she did need to be up for work in just a few hours, this was so going to be worth it! The thought of Maura wearing it at work tomorrow and Elizabeth being able to activate it at inopportune moments was enough to help Elizabeth's fingers give herself a lovely orgasm. As she lay in post-orgasmic afterglow, she decided she couldn't only activate the vibrator at inconvinient times, that would be suspicious, and Maura was far from stupid. It would have to appear random. Well that should be easy enough. Besides if she didn't activate it every time Maura was in an awkward place, she'd spent the whole time wondering if would go off, which would be just as delightfully distracting.

Elizabeth was already on her way to work on the subway when she got the notification that the device was on. Checking the time, she figured Maura must be running late, which probably meant she was taking a cab. Not as embarrassing as the subway, but more intimate. Honestly New York subway riders had seen everything anyway, a cab was definately better. Elizabeth waited ten minutes, until she was sure that Maura was in the taxi then pulled up the app.

The version of the app and the toy itself that Maura was using was a beta version of a high end model that had been developed by one of the club members. Elizabeth had been asked to test it, and this was a perfect opertunity. So far, Elizabeth had only tested it on herself at home, then on Jasmine one night at the club, but this was going to be her first truly remote test. So far it had performed perfectly, and there were feature on it that were deluxe, such as being able to control the pattern and the intensity of both the g-spot and clitoral vibrator seperately, internal temperature and pressure sensors that could detect if the device was inserted or not, and detect orgasms by the changing pressure.

Elizabeth activated just the clitoral vibrator to start, setting it to an intermittant pattern of three short pulses, follow by one long pulse, and then a brief pause before repeating. In both her tests on herself and Jasmine, she'd found it to have the most interresting effects. She set the intensity low to start, but moved it up gradually to about the midpoint as she walked from the subway station the newspaper's offices. She figured Maura could be only about five minutes away, so she decided to wait until Maura was out of the taxi to turn it off. She stood in the lobby with a view of the steps outside, talking to the guard while she waited.

"Hey Mike, how was your weekend?"

"Oh, Hi Liz," Mike started and she listened with half an ear as Mike droned on about his weekend. Mike was usually good for at least five minutes.

 

[ms_tiff]

Sitting in the back of the cab, Maura glanced at her phone. Still another fifteen minutes until she got to the office. She sighed, trying not to get annoyed with New York City traffic and the evil that was the morning commute rush. Of course it was her own fault that she was going to be late. She had stayed out for too late at the club and had woken up multiple times through the night needing to relieve the itch between her legs from the dirty dreams that filled her sleep. The cheap little vibrator living in her bedside table had earned it’s keep that’s for sure. And Maura still wasn’t satisfied.

She could feel the vibrator filling her pussy every time she shifted in the backseat of the cab. The pressure of it making her wet and needy. She wondered when Mistress Elle would activate it or if she even would. Maybe this was all just some massive power trip and she was going to make Maura so desperate and horny, but never follow through with…Oh! Just then a low vibration startled Maura, a jolt running through her as she felt the three short bursts followed by one long vibration against her clit. She bit her lip to keep the startled moan from escaping her lips.

Shifting in her seat once more, Maura pressed her thighs together, trying to hide her reaction from the cab driver. The vibration paused, only to start again, the same pattern as before, making Maura groan softly.

“Everything ok back there?” The driver, a man old enough to be her grandpa asked as he glanced at her in the rear view mirror.

“Yes. Fine.” Maura gasped as the vibration grew stronger, more intense. She glanced at her phone, ten more minutes.

“You sure?” The driver moved his gaze back to the road as cars started honking at each other.

“Sure.” Maura gritted her teeth, the sensation against her clit was growing more and more intense. She felt as if she would explode any second. She pressed her legs together tightly, squirming to try and alleviate some of the pressure.

The cabby watched her in the rearview mirror again. “Yea, you look alright.” He smirked.

Maura gripped the seat of the cab so hard her knuckles turned white.

“Why don’t you mind your business and watch the road or you’re not getting a tip.” She said through gritted teeth. Her skin flushing as the realization that she was going to orgasm in front of this dirty old man dawned on her.

“I’m kinda liking the show back there.” He teased. “Well worth losing out on a tip.”

Maura closed her eyes, willing herself not to come as the vibrations grew stronger, teasing her clit to the point she didn’t think she would make it.

Oh thank god! She could practically scream for joy as she saw her building materialize in front of her.

“Let me out here.” She demanded and the cabby pulled over to the curb. She threw the money she owed at him and all but ran from the cab. Her legs slightly unsteady as she tried to walk with the vibrator inside her. She walked slowly, legs tight, movements jerky as she walked through the revolving door.

Just get to the restroom and then you can come. She kept telling herself over and over again. Just a few more steps. Almost there.

“Good morning, Maura!”

Fuck, Maura thought, turning to smile at Mike, the security guard. He stood there, waving at her. Maura always stopped to say hi to Mike when she got into work, to ignore him now would be rude and Maura didn’t want to do that. But still…she was desperate to come. She could withstand a few extra minutes…right? As she approached Mike, she realized that her co-worker Liz was with him as well.

Ok, what’s with the grin? Maura wondered as she made her way, ever so slowly, over to the pair.

 

[SexyVita]

Elizabeth had intended to turn the vibrator off when Maura got out of the cab, but she'd checked the indicator and Maura hadn't orgasmed yet. Given last night, she was surprised she'd lasted that long. But then, maybe last night wasn't Maura's most recent orgasm. She'd been so keyed up last night that Elizabeth wouldn't be surprised if she'd masturbated at least once since then. So she decided to play with her a bit more. She held her phone at her side where it would be effectively invisible, since she wasn't talking on it or even looking at it, but she made sure her thumb was over the slider for vibrator.

Maura was walking with her thighs pressed tight together like she was trying to keep the vibrator still, or maybe just to keep her knees from buckling. She looked like she was headed straight for the elevator, but when Mike greeted her, she detoured towards the desk after a brief panicked look came over her face. "Maura, Liz and I were just taking about our weekends, how was yours?" Mike started up the conversation, somewhat oblivious to the fact that Liz had said nothing at all about her weekend.

"Yeah, I heard you were going to be doing some uncover journalism this weekend? How did that go?" Liz asked, really trying to get Maura thinking again about last night.

"Oh yeah, that sounds juicy!" Mike jumped in, "Do tell!"

Maura looked like she was having trouble standing still, let alone forming words, so Liz slid the intensity down a bit. Not off but down to the point where Maura's brain might come back online but also high enough that she couldn't completely ignore it. She listened to what Maura said about her weekend, and then pretended like she'd received a text. "Oh shoot, I have to go make a call. I'll see you guys later." She walked off to a different part of the lobby as Mike started into his five minute description of his weekend, trapping Maura at the desk.

In case either of them were looking Elizabeth mined making a call, but slid the intesity back up to the midpoint now that Maura was just listening. Maura managed to hold out the whole five minutes and then made an awkward looking break for the elevators. Elizabeth waited until the doors where just about to close before she called out, "Maura, hold the elevator for me please!" Then she flicked the vibration to high and jogged quickly to the elevator like she was in a hurry.

 

[ms_tiff]

A sheen of sweat formed on Maura’s forehead as she leaned against the security desk, shifting her hips as subtly as she could.

"Yeah, I heard you were going to be doing some uncover journalism this weekend? How did that go?"

Was Maura imagining the slight smirk on Liz’s face? She had to be, the vibrator was driving her to the brink of insanity but Maura couldn’t let herself come right there in the middle of the foyer for everybody to see.

Just a little longer, you can do it, she told herself as she shook her head.

“You’ll just have to read about it like everyone else.” She said, trying to appear mysterious and failing miserably as she let out a gasp when the vibrator hit just right against her clit. She tried to cover with a cough, thankful that Mike was so about himself that he failed to notice. Maura glanced at Liz, who quickly excused herself for a phone call and walked away. Biting her lip to keep from letting out any other noise, Maura closed her eyes, willing herself to keep in control. Sweat dripped between her breasts, pooling in her bra as the urge to come grew stronger and stronger.

Mike launched into a long winded story about meeting up with his “old crew” from “back in the day” and Maura tried to pretend she was listening, but suddenly the intensity of the vibrator increased and she was white knuckling the security desk praying that she could make it.

“Well that sounds great, Mike.” Maura panted as she stepped awkwardly away halfway through Mike’s story. “But I…I really need to…I need to get up to the..office.” She half ran, half waddled to the elevator and gave a sigh of relief that it was, for once, completely empty. The doors began to slide shut as she collapsed against the wall, ready to give herself over to, what would most likely be the world’s biggest orgasm.

"Maura, hold the elevator for me please!" Maura looked up to see Liz jogging towards her and, as Maura debated just letting the doors closed, the intensity of the vibrator went so high that Maura’s knees gave out. She clutched the handraling, keeping herself on her feet just as Liz slid into the elevator, the doors closing behind her and Maura’s orgasm hitting her so hard her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t hold back the flood that coated her panties.

“Fuuuck” she moaned, her body twitching as Liz watched. This time, Maura was sure that she was smirking.