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Den of Iniquity Ch. 01

By: Sir_Nathan



Author's Note: Dear Reader, please know that this is a story with "plot" and "character development". Rest assured, it will get raunchy, but this chapter is mainly concerned with introducing who is in this tale, and with establishing what is going on, and giving the story a 'tone'. Those interested in quick relief would be better served looking elsewhere. Smiles. Read on if you are willing to go on this journey...

Perhaps at another time or in another place, I would have done things differently. Certainly another person might have done things differently. Or the same. Depending. 

In any case, I had three days to arrange one of the biggest and best parties Gardner and Hammerstein had ever seen, and I was running out of options. Cost wasn't a problem. An open cheque book from the Partners took care of that. But after spending the first two hours on the phone just trying to track down a suitable and available venue, I was beginning to rue opening my big mouth. By my calculations, I had to book a venue that night, organise catering and alcohol by tomorrow, then I'd have Friday off.

Sylvia Harper from Accounting was the nasty bitch who took great delight in putting me in this position, while effectively washing her hands of the whole project. Being the head of the unofficial social committee, as well as the Manager of Accounting, Sylvia was an expert in doing things on time and on budget, and was the logical choice as head of the social committee. A loose coalition of women in the office joined her in discussions, but in the end, it was usually Sylvia's ideas that won out. Men didn't rate a mention in Sylvia's book, unless you were a top lawyer or one of the two partners. 

This elitist attitude fostered rumours around the office concerning Sylvia and her two assistants, Annie Wilkinson and Georgia Price. Of course there was no proof for any of them. Which didn't stop me, or many others I am sure, spending fitful nights masturbating to the thought of Mean Goddess Sylvia "mistreating" her two lovely assistants. I mean who wouldn't! Right there you had the full gamut of womanhood to choose from. Gorgeous, tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed bitch Sylvia; tiny, shy, slim, blonde-haired waif Annie; and full-figured, outspoken, sexy, fiery red-head Georgia.

Then there was me. My name, Roger Moore, had of course drawn all the logical and tittering jokes and asides one gets with the name of a celebrity, and being a lowly article clerk, Sylvia Harper took great delight in making fun of me at every opportunity. There was little I could do about it except smile and laugh along with the jokes. 

On this particular Wednesday, I was feeling quite good. VideoMax had been a tough nut to crack. Wholesale restructuring and an intense buying spree by the company had landed them in an envious position in the wholesale and retail video markets, along with a burgeoning production house that specialised in small camera documentaries and was leading the way in cutting-edge camera technology. Along with the massive expansion came a legal and ethical minefield regarding existing contractual arrangements, stake holders, franchisees, shareholders and the previous owners of parts of the business. It was a gold mine.

I was exhausted after sleepless nights and full bore days doing a hell of a lot of the leg work in gaining the VideoMax account, work for which I would never be thanked. The lawyer I worked for, Mike Constanti, had been passing cases to other clerks for researching, while I worked on the VideoMax account. Of course Mike would get the credit. That was ok. Part of the job. All of which meant that now the account was Gardner and Hammerstein's, I was at a loose end until Mike started passing me cases again. I was thinking of renting a beach house for a few days and getting away.

I was contemplating all this as I filled my cup at the water cooler around eleven A.M. I was also looking sideways at three sets of slim shapely calves. Sylvia, Annie and Georgia were standing right by the cooler, discussing the options for a big party to celebrate landing the very account I had worked so hard on.

I'd overheard a few ideas being discussed, and I stupidly interjected. 

"Excuse me?"

Sylvia stopped speaking mid-sentence and turned to me.

"Something to contribute 'James'?" Georgia and Annie giggled to each other.

"Well I know I'm not part of the 'Social Committee', but I couldn't help but overhear you all talking and ... well... we can't have another party here on the premises! It's too staid and boring. There's nowhere to dance, and the sound system is atrocious. I mean, the last party here was over by midnight. Oh and no more karaoke! That was a BIG mistake!" I had the terrible thought that I sounded like I was a whining teenager.

"I suppose you have a better idea 007?" said Sylvia. "Maybe you could arrange Frank Sinatra at the Hilton!" Sylvia and Georgia thought Sylvia's comment was so amusing they actually high-fived over that one. I rolled my eyes.

"It would just be nice to have a bit of excitement around here. Remember the 'Bastards and Bitches Christmas Party' in '99? That was great, everyone got plastered, let their hair down, and with a fun theme, everyone could relax and have fun with it."

"He's got a point Sylvia," said Georgia the red-head.

"Yeah and we've got three days. So I have to get back on the phone and get this show on the road or there won't be anything organised."

"Oh c'mon, three days? That's plenty of time."

"You think so smart ass? Then why don't YOU organise the God-damned party, or go back to your little Law clerk's office and mind your business." She was giving me her best bitch stare.

Well, talk about a red rag. I fancied myself as a high-powered lawyer one of these days. A "Go Getter", a "Mover and a Shaker". At least, that was what I tried to convince myself each morning as I looked in the mirror. Two more years of study and my transformation would be complete. Manager on construction sites to Law Clerk to Lawyer in four years. And my ex-wife said it couldn't be done. Actually, she said it couldn't be done as she walked out the door.

"I'll do it!"

"You're a fool Roger."

"Just wait and see Sylvia, this party will be talked about for years to come."

"Well I sure hope for your sake you can pull it off. I'd hate to have to be the one to tell Mr. Hammerstein or even worse, Mr. Gardner, that *you* were the one responsible for a disastrous celebration of the landing of the biggest account in this firm's history. No I take that back, I'd be delighted to do exactly that!" 

"I'll need a copy of the budget and authorities on my desk pronto."

"Roger, it's in three days, money is no object, and nothing has been done. You have *my* authority and you can pick up the company credit card from Annie upstairs." With that she turned on her spiked heels and walked confidently away, with her two cohorts scrambling behind her, giggling to themselves and looking back at me. 

I turned back to the water cooler and refilled my cup. What had I just done?

I spent the next couple of hours becoming more and more desperate as I worked my way through the phone book listings of conference venues, halls and was calling numbers under "Clubs" when one of the listings caught my eye, and my imagination. 

"You want to do what?" She asked.

"I want to hold a big party for a high-powered law firm on your premises if you have the space, and availability."

"In a dungeon?"

"Yeah if that's what you have."

"It's a pretty big dungeon."

"It would have to be."

"Look I don't know about this."

"In and out, one night, Saturday night. This Saturday night."

"I have people coming around."

"They can come too."

"I don't think you understand..."

"I'll pay you ten thousand dollars."

"Deal."

"I need to see the place first."

"Be here in thirty minutes. Ask for Mistress Chantelle."

"Oh, ah ok." Click.

I wrote down the address from the phone-book and left a message on Mike's desk. I headed out after copping an eyeful of Annie's perky cleavage and picking up the company credit card.

I arrived with a few minutes to spare and I stood out the front of the renovated residential building and looked around. Across the two-way street was a small park with a few children playing and riding bikes. Various shoe and fashion stores lined the street level on either side of the "Domina Flagrante". Similar unrenovated buildings in the vicinity looked as though they were still being used as residences. In other words, it was a typical city street.

Looking up at the facade of the building, its glossy black paint made it stand out somewhat from the buildings nearby, despite the minimal neon signage advertising the "Domina Flagrante" and "Members Only". My first thought was, I hope people will be able to find it when it's dark. I looked around and noticed it would be unlikely for other places to be open and lit at night in the area, and my concerns were allayed.

I walked up to the front entranceway and rapped loudly on the solid wood door. Looking to my side, I rolled my eyes when I noticed the intercom. I took the step toward it and pressed the call button and waited for a reply. 

"Domina Flagrante, how may I help you?" Was that an English accent? And was it male or female?

"Yes thank you, Roger Moore here, to see Mrs. Chantelle."

"Greetings Mr. Moore, *Mistress* Chantelle is expecting you. The entrance door will open now." Ah, "Mistress", ok I get it.

Sure enough it did. As I turned the large, ornate, faux gold handle, it clicked and whirred and the door opened widely on its own. Inside I was immediately met by "English accent". A rather small man at least a half a head shorter than myself (though I am six foot two), he offered me champagne on an ornate silver tray, and after checking my watch, I took the offered glass and thanked the weedy Englishman.

"Always a pleasure to serve Sir," he bowed. 

"Hmmm" I thought, "exceptional manners at least." 

"I am Adrian, Sir, and I will escort you to Mistress Chantelle's chambers now."

"Thank you Adrian."

"You are too kind Sir... If i may be so bold Sir, would it please you to know a little about the building while W/we walk?"

"That would be helpful yes..."

"Certainly Sir. The building was originally a residence and was gifted to Mistress when her father died in 1975. After living here a few years and finding a couple of powerful backers, renovations began in 1982 and were completed in 1983."

As Adrian gave me the guided tour, I was looking around and assessing the decor. Very impressive. Late Victorian with a few modern twists here and there complimenting the ornate ceilings and the red carpets laid over polished floorboards. A lot of the trimmings were black, giving a slightly Gothic feel to the place, and combined with the relatively low lighting, it had a somewhat intimidating "air". I thought it was perfect. Adrian continued.

"In 1985 Mistress opened her first club, 'Club Domina', a very successful club that catered for the clientele one would expect at a club of its type. Thirteen years later, in 1998, a full renovation of the premises were carried out, resulting in the look W/we have today. Upon re-opening, 'Domina Flagrante' was established. We now cater to clients of the highest caliber and their guests. We cover 3 stories of the building, while Mistress still resides on the top floor. There is a Grand Hall, which doubles as a dance floor, 4 bars, 4 exhibition rooms, and 14 private rooms. Of course excellent bathrooms and amenities came with the latest renovations, and if you would kindly follow me for just a moment, you may cast your eye over the Grand Hall."

Adrian pushed open one of the sets of double doors and I was immediately assaulted by pounding techno music bursting from the room! Adrian, seeing my horror, quickly withdrew a small remote control from his breast pocket and pointing it at the sound, pressed a button. The noise became a murmur in the background instantly and he apologised profusely.

"Please forgive me Sir, I forgot I left in on so loud!"

"It's all right Adrian, as a demonstration of the sound system it was impressive!"

"Thank you Sir, please don't mention it to Mistress."

"Um sure, no problem, though I wouldn't be surprised if she heard it."

"Not likely Sir, all the doors and walls are double sound-proofed for privacy, Mistress would have it no other way."

I poked my head in the door. Wow. What fun this could be. A huge canopy of black rope netting hung from the ceiling like billowing storm clouds. The walls were adorned with massive erotic paintings that would likely make the partner's wives blush. Four enormous pillars divided the room. As I focused my eyes I could make out huge steel rings embedded in the concrete pillars. Apparently rolled away were 4 sets of stocks against the far wall between two massive black cabinets. Bars in alcoves where waiters could restock their trays were situated in the corners of the huge room. 

"Well, this is impressive... Adrian, can I ask you something?"

"Certainly Sir, but you need not ask if you may ask."

"Um, yeah, ok... well, what I was wondering was, where are all the whips and chains and stuff?"

"Er, well Sir, are you familiar at all with the lifestyle?"

"Lifestyle?"

"Oh goodness... um, Sir, would it please you to have Mistress Chantelle answer your questions? Adrian does not wish to overstep his responsibilities." 

"Yeah sure... no problem," I replied.

"Thank you Sir, I will show you to Mistress Chantelle's chambers now."

"Thanks Adrian."

"My pleasure Sir." I stepped back into the hallway and he closed the double doors to the Grand Hall. He turned on his heels and began walking briskly toward a huge, wide staircase that reminded me of 'Gone With the Wind'.

I followed this strange person to the top of the staircase and turned down a fairly long hallway. Looking side to side I noticed signs on each of the doors "Exhibition Room 1" and "Exhibition Room 2" etc.

I was about to ask Adrian what the exhibition rooms were for, when we reached the end of the hallway and he stepped aside and pressed on another intercom beside a large oak door.

"Enter!" Crackled a firm female voice and Adrian turned to me.

"You may go in now Sir."

"Thank you for your help Adrian. And thank you for the guided tour."

"Again, you are much too kind Sir." 

I smiled and he turned and scurried away. I turned the door handle and it clicked and whirred again, and again the door opened of its own accord.

I stepped inside the cavernous office and was addressed by a small petite woman of about 35 with black hair and strong feminine features. She was decked out in a PVC catsuit that showed off her curves nicely.

"Come in, take a load off, you can hang your jacket there," she waved her hand in the general direction of a series of hooks on the wall with a couple of hangers dangling from them.

"I really can't stay too long. Will I be seeing Chantelle soon?"

"It's 'Mistress Chantelle' and you are speaking to her."

"Oh I'm terribly sorry Ma'am, I was expecting you to be older, perhaps ten years older or so." I have an annoying habit of putting my foot in it. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"It's ok, people always think I'm younger. Good genes I guess."

"Well your establishment is impressive to say the least, and would be perfect for what I had in mind."

"And what exactly did you have in mind Roger?" 

"Well let's see, 150 to 180 people including wives and clients. Full catering and bar access, I could provide the liquor, but I imagine you could get it a lot cheaper."

"True, but it's going to cost you."

"I'll put down an extra five."

"Right, nothing but the best then. You'll make up any shortfall?"

"Done."

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Sorry?"

"Well, this is a BDSM club. We don't usually do this kind of thing."

"I'm not following you."

"Look, it's a complicated story. Suffice to say your offer comes at a time that is helpful to me."

"Money talks huh?"

"Yes... something like that."

"Glad to be of service Ma'am." I echoed my friend Adrian. She looked at me funny and I smiled back.

"Don't try to humour me by making fun of our lifestyle Roger."

Just like that the whole tone of the conversation changed. Something happened. I felt self-conscious and I thought I might blush.

"Chantelle... please, I meant no offense."

"I know Roger."

"Look, I really just want to organise a decent party."

She eyed me curiously for another moment, then, "What about food?" And the whole tone changed again. Remarkable.

"I thought I might get 'Jeremy's' to cater it."

"Oh, I love their food!"

"I know one of the owners, Claudio Terrazzo."

"Small world." She picked up the phone and dialed. "Claudio, Chantelle here."

My mouth was hanging open.

"We're having a "do" at the club for about 200 people. Can you help?"

She was so in control. It was quite attractive. I imagined she liked being on top.

"Oh you are such a dear. Just a minute." She put her hand over the phone and addressed me. "Finger food? Canapes? That sort of thing?"

I nodded. 

"Anything one can eat standing up Claudio." She nodded to herself, "yes I know it's short notice... yes that should be ok... oh that's a wonderful idea... let me see..." She looked at me again, "one thousand for basic, two for the works."

I held up two fingers.

"Good boy," she smiled at me and returned to her conversation. "No not you Claudio... just a client... Roger Moore... no no, 'vanilla' I'd guess... " she listened for a few moments. "Waiting staff? I hadn't thought of that... another thousand?" She looked for my agreement.

I nodded again. I did some quick sums. I was still under my assumed budget. Eighteen. I knew they spent fifty on last years Christmas Party. And that party was crap. I figured half that was acceptable, even commendable.

"I think between you and I, we can take care of that. Yes they can change here... oh you are wonderful... you will? That's great! Oh I can't wait now!" 

A few moments later she hung up the phone and turned to face me.

"He remembered you. You did some legal work for him."

"Yes, something to do with a greedy employee."

"I see... so you are a lawyer then."

"Nope, just given the job of providing a party for lawyers. I will be a lawyer one day though. A good lawyer."

"I take it you are studying."

"Yes, mid-life change of career and all that. I'm two years in."

"Well, look me up when you are qualified, 'lawyer boy', " she winked, "one never knows when one may need the services of one like you."

I smiled and agreed that I would. 

"So tell me Roger, what made you call?"

"Honestly?"

She nodded.

"Well... I was running my finger down the page in the directory under 'Clubs', looking for a place to hold this shindig, when I saw the name of your establishment and I went into imagination overdrive," I said.

"What went through your mind Roger..." Her voice had a hypnotic feel to it.

"Whips and chains mostly, you know, the stuff you are into, play-acting and all that."

"Oh really... do go on..."

"I sat back in my chair at work and considered the possibilities... seeing some of my co-workers getting drunk and pretending to be slaves and masters and such. I assumed there would be stuff hanging from the walls and ceilings and I imagined Sylvia from Accounting whipping her servant girls and them liking it. I was getting a hard-on just thinking about it..."

I blushed and stared at my hands. What made me open up like that? 

"Sorry Chantelle. I didn't intend to tell you that."

"Roger... it's ok. Everyone has their fantasies, and some of us get to live them."

"But then the myth is exploded and reality returns and boredom resumes its relentless consumption of everything in its path."


Den of Iniquity Ch. 01



"Stuck in a rut Roger?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Good looking man like yourself should be getting what he wants Roger, not slowly dying of old age at... what are you? Forty-two?"

"Forty-three actually."

"You are in decent shape and reasonably well toned for your age. Stand up."

It wasn't a request.

"I don't think it's necess..."

"Just do it Roger, consider it a complimentary appraisal."

"A compli what?"

"Just stand up." I stood. 

Chantelle sat in her chair and looked me up and down, carefully, slowly, for what seemed like minutes but was probably less than sixty seconds. 

"Turn around."

"Oh c'mon is this really nece..."

"Just turn the fuck around Roger or this party could get a whole lot more expensive."

"Ok, ok, I've just never done catwalk work before..." I smirked.

"Don't like being on display Roger?" She said, rising from behind her desk.

"Not particularly."

She walked around her desk and up to me, leaning into me and pressing her breasts into the side of my chest and my arm. I thought for a moment she was going to kiss me. She whispered instead.

"I think there is a lot you aren't telling me Roger. And that's ok... But you should know that nothing is accomplished of any meaning by lying. Not that you are lying you understand Roger, but that you are refusing to acknowledge something." 

Jesus, how could she tell. I'd had a raging erection in my pants since I entered Chantelle's office, and looking down it looked pretty prominent to me. I figured I better get out of there before I screwed anything up. Besides, I wanted to drop by Jeremy's and thank Claudio.

"I.. I really should be going..."

"Now, now Roger, we are not done here yet." She smiled and traced a fingernail across my back as she walked around me and I stood there practically trembling. "What do you know of what might go on here?"

"Here? You mean in your club?"

"Yes of course Roger, whatever else could I have meant?"

"Umm... well I guess you have an expensive clientele that has a hankering for some rather kinky and extreme fun. Something like that. You know, people dress up and pretend. Kind of like a fancy dress party every night."

"Hmmmm..."

"Look I really ought to get going."

"Do you want to fuck me Roger?"

"I.. I.. did I hear you right? I though you just asked if I wanted to... um... you know... have relations with you."

"It's called fucking Roger and that's exactly what I asked. I wasn't offering, I was just interested."

"Well er.. you do look pretty good."

"Thank you Roger. But do you want to fuck me?"

The hair was prickling on my neck. God I was so out of practice at this. I must have been blushing more than I realised.

"You do don't you!"

"Yes Chantelle, y.. you are an attractive woman."

"Say it."

"You want me to say I wa..."

"Yes say it."

"I want to fuck you."

"There now, that wasn't so hard was it." She giggled behind her hand as her eyes dropped to the tent in my pants. Oh god does it get any more humiliating? "Now, we have a number of things to discuss." She moved around her desk and sat down in her large leather high-backed chair.

"Is it ok if I sit down now?"

"Sure, I'm not stopping you."

This was fast becoming the weirdest conversation I had had in my entire life. I slipped into the hard chair in front of Chantelle's desk.

"What did you wish to discuss?"

"Well Roger, I think you and I should get a few things straight."

"Umm ok."

"Relax Roger. I am talking about perceptions, believing what you see, what you know to be true, and what you don't know to be true."

"I'm lost again."

"Do you think I am acting?"

"Acting?"

"Play-acting I believe you called it."

"No. I think you are an intense and perhaps firm person who is used to getting her own way."

"That is true."

"I like to think I am a good judge of people."

"How else do you like to think of yourself?"

"Um..." I was on the spot again, how did this keep happening? "Well, I have been in charge of over seventy men on construction sites, I have hired and fired over five hundred during my career... I've been a successful father of one son and an unsuccessful husband."

"You are unmarried?"

"Yes, divorced... been over a year now."

"And you don't have a girlfriend either?"

"Well, like I said, I've been in a bit of a rut."

"Ok. How about I tell you what I see."

"All right."

"Roger... I see a good looking man who is wasting precious time trying to conform to society's expectations of him. I see a man who desperately craves respect and acknowledgement for his achievements. I see someone who is naive in many ways but who sees himself as a man of the world."

"Jeez... and I thought *I* was a good judge. You could see all that?"

"Sure."

"So what are you saying?"

"I am saying that everything you have heard is probably true. The whip *is* swung lustily. The pain felt *is* real.... I have not met someone who is play-acting in several years, and if I did, they would not be a member of this club, that's for sure."

"How could anyone do that to someone for real?"

"Easy. One does it because it can be done."

"I'm not following you again." I was leaning forward, elbows on knees, very interested... it was a world I'd never seen up close before.

"One casts a whip across another's body only if that person agrees to that mode of punishment or play. Noone forces anyone to do anything without some kind of agreement being in place first."

"But what about the blood?"

"Blood?" She actually licked her lips.

"From the whipping..."

"You've been watching too many movies Roger. If the skin is broken it is tended to immediately. I won't have wanton violence in my club either."

"I see," I said. "So noone is given fifty lashes?"

"Certainly not with a single-tailed whip. With a flogger perhaps."

"A flogger?"

"A soft, multiple-tailed, short handled whip... just a moment, I'll get one." She arose and skirted around the end of the desk and over to the wall. She reached up and turned a key already in the lock of a wall-mounted cabinet. She took down from its mount exactly what she described. She stood beside me and handed it to me handle first. "Stand up. Swing it, feel it in your hand." I did.

"It's heavy."

"Yes that is a heavy duty flogger, more weight in the tails means less effort for the person swinging it." She smiled.

"I can understand that."

"Use the edge of the desk. Whip the desk." She swept an area clear with her forearm.

I lifted the flogger up high and WHAPPED it on the desk. The sound echoed around the office and Chantelle rolled her eyes.

"Try it like this..." She took the flogger from me, handle in one hand and the tails in the other. Drawing the tails toward her chest and aiming the flogger at her target, she simultaneously flicked her wrist and let go of the tails.

ffPAP! The tails struck the desk sweetly.

"Wow."

"Not so hard right?" She handed it back to me. "Try again."

"Okay..." ffPAP! ffPAP! ffPAP! For a moment there was silence in the room as we just stood there side by side grinning at each other.

"Pretty good..." She said. 

"It's not too hard."

"You're a quick study."

She nodded at the flogger and I handed it back to her. She walked back over to the cabinet and replaced it there, closing the double doors, and turning the key. She walked back behind her desk and sat down, leaning forward with her hands clasped together.

"So what do you think?" She pointed at my chair and I sat.

"About what?" God, a million things were going through my head. 

"About the venue Roger." She smiled. "Are we going to do this?"

"I think it would be great fun."

"I'm inclined to think so too. Only because of you though Roger."

"Me?"

"Yes. You are an interesting man Roger. I'm sold on the idea. We only have the grubby job of finances to deal with. And..."

"And?"

"I mentioned something before... about previous bookings... people who are coming in, some from out of town. I can't renege on those bookings Roger."

"Well, as long as they don't dominate proceedings, it shouldn't be a problem should it?"

"Interesting choice of words... I'll need to rope off a couple of the exhibition rooms. And I'll warn them of the presence of a large vanilla gathering of course."

"Vanilla?"

"Not of the lifestyle."

"Oh. Yes that would probably be wise."

"I'm sure. I'll take care of everything. In fact, if you sweeten the deal, I'll coordinate things and perhaps provide a little entertainment for your guests... something that would make the night memorable perhaps. Frankly I'd rather be mingling than sitting up here. That way I can keep control over what goes on."

"That also makes sense. What if we say twenty thousand for the full deal. And you can make things square with Claudio."

"That sounds completely acceptable."

"I think we have a deal then."

"Me too." Just then she stood and extended her hand to me. 

"It's been a pleasure doing business with you Roger."

"The pleasure is all mine Chantelle." I brought the back of her hand to my lips and kissed it gently.

"Aren't you the gentleman." Now it was Chantelle blushing. I dropped her hand and smiled at her.

"I'm really looking forward to this." I said.

"I still have a few concerns. But nothing you need worry about. Actually Roger, perhaps you'd like to come back later... maybe take a look around while the club is in full swing. Well, it's Wednesday so it won't be too busy, but I'm sure there will be enough going on for you to continue your education."

"Are you sure that would be ok?" My heart started beating faster at the prospect.

"Sure, you can be my personal guest."

"Thank you Chantelle." I couldn't wipe the huge grin I had off my face.

"Go on... I'm sure you have a few things still to attend to."

"Yes. Invitations." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, oh! I actually have some! I don't know if there is enough though but there's over a hundred. We actually have similar get togethers about once a month for select clientele... it might just work..." She was rummaging through one of her desk drawers.

"I could email any I don't have written invitations for... if they're suitable."

"They'll be perfect if I can ...just... find them... yes! Here they are!"

She dropped a whole lot of invitations on her desk and they spread out. Wow. 

The photo on the front was of a couple, one kneeling and one standing. Both looking directly at the camera. Against a shadowy backdrop stood a man dressed in a designer suit with his arms crossed over his chest and his feet planted slightly apart. His eyes gazed with intensity at the camera. Kneeling to his left and leaning against him with an arm wrapped around his leg was a woman. She wore a simple silky shift-type garment, that was so sheer one could see the smudges of her intimate parts. Tasteful but provocative. In her free hand hanging loosely was a red rose, providing the only colour in the photo.

I opened the card and inside it said:

"You and your partner are cordially invited to a celebration of our success. Dress appropriately for a night of Domination and submission. Please provide your slave with a collar so he or she will be known to be owned. Free slaves are welcome."

There was a space for time and date to be entered and the address was at the bottom. I re-read the invitation.

"This would be perfect," I said finally.

"They are yours then."

"Thank you for all your help Chantelle." I gathered up the invitations into a pile and picked them up.

"It's been a pleasure Roger," she said, coming around her desk again. "About ten o'clock then?"

I looked at my watch. "God where did the time go?" It was ten past seven. "I have some work to do. But yes ten should be fine."

"Let's make it ten thirty. But don't turn up if you are a minute late Roger. I insist on punctuality."

"Funny, so do I."

"I have a feeling we are going to get on famously Roger." She slipped her arm into mine and walked me to the door. "Come back later and I'll show you all we have to offer here Roger, you won't be disappointed."

"I'm looking forward to it."

She glanced down at the still prominent bulge in my slacks. "I can tell." She said simply. 

I blushed for about the fourth time in two hours.

"I'll page Adrian and have him meet you at the bottom of the staircase, you can arrange payment with him. I take it you have some sort of corporate credit card or something? A check perhaps?"

"Credit."

"That will be fine."

"I've really enjoyed meeting you Chantelle. Thank you for all your help, and for opening your doors for us. We've really helped each other out here. I hope you know how appreciative I am."

"I'm sure I'll find out." She winked, and ushered me out her office door into the corridor.

"I'll see you in a few hours then."

"I'll be looking forward to it."

I smiled and turned around, striding as confidently away as I could muster. I didn't look back, but I just knew she was watching my ass as I walked away. I even smiled to myself.

At the bottom of the stairs I was met by Adrian.

"I trust everything went well Sir?"

"Yes Adrian. Splendidly in fact."

"Wonderful Sir. If you would follow me, I will help finalise arrangements for you."

And that was that. A few minutes later I was standing outside in the cool breeze, the Domina Flagrante behind me, looking up and down the street and wondering where I parked my car.

I returned to my office and sat behind my desk and relaxed for a moment. I ticked off the things in my mind. Venue. Alcohol. Catering. I couldn't believe how well everything came together. Everyone was going to be so surprised. I sat and wrote out invitations for the next hour or so until I was done. Fortunately Annie had taken pity on me and provided me with the guest list. Little blonde waifish Annie. Now there was a slave if even I saw one. I chuckled. I shook my head and tidied my desk. I had just enough time to get home, shower, change and get back to the club.

I had no idea what I was getting into, but I had a feeling this was going to be one hell of a party...


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Den of Iniquity Ch. 02



Author's note: Welcome to the continuing journey into the Den of Iniquity. This chapter probably works okay on its own, but you would be well served to check the first chapter (and vote! lol), if you haven't read it. Enjoy, dear reader.

What the fuck was I doing? I liked my life. Simple, straightforward. No mess, no fuss. "Work hard, keep your nose clean," my Dad always said. God rest his soul. I hadn't been out at night in months. Work, study, work, study. Get the job done. Prove my ex-wife wrong. I towelled off my hair and flossed. I shaved. It was unlike me to be doing something like this. 

Who was I kidding? The place I lived in looked like a motel. Half my clothes were still in a suitcase for God's sake. It was actually a third floor "studio apartment." Pfft. I had to turn sideways to get into the bathroom. After selling the family home and dividing the proceeds with my ex-wife, I moved in, with plans to "find somewhere more permanent" when the dust settled. Three years later I was still here. And it still looked like a motel.

This was a chance to jump the rut. To do something different. To 'be' something different. I knew virtually no one. That made me nervous. But I was kind of excited. It was like a fresh start. 

Then again, these people must be pretty strange. For a moment I wondered if this was a good idea. Ugh. I was so confused.

I was sitting on the end of my bed with my towel wrapped around my waist, thinking all these crazy thoughts. I shook my head and stood up, dropping the towel. I passed the full-length mirror leaning against the wall and stopped. I turned towards it. At least I still looked okay. There was need to feel self-conscious about what shape I was in. Not yet anyway. I promised myself once more, to start jogging tomorrow. 

I still had the party to think of, so I also resolved not drink too much and ruin everything. I reminded myself to try to keep my mouth shut as well.

I figured I'd give the place an hour. At least I'd have something to talk about around the office water cooler. Heck, I might even learn something. I had a feeling in my gut I was going to enjoy myself though. My cock was thickening in agreement as I stood before the full-length mirror. 

"Down boy."

I laughed and got dressed. It didn't take me long.

I was closing the door behind me on the way out, when I took one last look inside. 

"I gotta do something about this apartment," I said.

Half a block from the entrance to the Domina Flagrante, I parked my car. For a few moments I sat in it, getting up my courage. My hands were sweating and I watched, waiting to see if anyone arrived. I was ten minutes early so I had a few minutes. 

I turned the car mirror toward myself and fixed my purple tie. 'Fashionable and smart' was the look I was trying to project. Decked out in my dark grey suit, black button-down shirt and black shoes, I felt a little uncomfortable. Having not worn 'going out clothes' in a while, I felt strange and I didn't want to attract attention. I didn't want to stand out. I wanted to remain anonymous. An anonymous voyeur. That sounded a lot cooler than I felt.

I watched a thirtyish, well-dressed couple enter the club, and I felt a little more comfortable. At least they looked... 'normal'. I winced and remembered my ex-wife's words. "Why can't you be 'normal' and do what other guys your age are doing..." I set my jaw.

I looked at my watch. Okay let's do this. After getting out of the car, I locked it, and smoothed down my suit. I pulled my suit jacket tightly around me. Winter was coming. I took a deep breath and made my way.

As I approached, I cast my eyes over the building. At night it felt much more imposing. It really stood out. There were a number of spotlights in the trees lighting up the black facade. I walked up to the front door and pressed the button on the intercom.

"Domina Flagrante, how may I help you?" 

I was glad to hear Adrian's familiar voice.

"Good evening Adrian, Roger Moore here," I said.

"Greetings Sir, do come in. Mistress is expecting you."

The door swung open, and a huge black man stood in my way momentarily, before scouting the street over my head, and stepping aside.

"Mr. Moore? This is Jonathan, our Head of Security. He is paranoid."

"Am not!" The black monolith boomed. He pushed Roger in the shoulder and the weedy Englishman would have lost his footing if not for Jonathan catching and righting him just as quickly. "Just kiddin with ya man..."

"You big oaf." They grinned at each other. "Excuse us Sir, Jonathan and I have known each other a long time." 

I smiled.

At that moment a buzzer sounded and Adrian leaned into a speaker on the wall and gave his greeting. I heard the door open behind me but Jonathan had my attention.

"May I take your jacket Sir? If you prefer you may keep it on for a while - there is also a coat room in the Main Hall."

"I think I'll keep it on for a moment. Thanks Jonathan." I didn't know how long I was going to stay.

"As you wish Sir. Mistress Chantelle is waiting for you in the Salon for cocktails. First set of double doors on your left, Sir."

"Thank you again Jonathan." This was so posh.

At that moment a large woman, the last to arrive I could only assume, rushed by me, dragging a younger man by a leash who was wearing leather pants with the ass cut out of them. I had to stifle a giggle. I turned back to Adrian who shrugged at me and took the two long coats he held in his hands into the cloak room.

I reminded myself to keep an open mind... and a straight face... and a shut mouth. I turned and headed for the Salon.

"Greetings Roger, so glad you could make it, and on time too." Chantelle held out her hand to me. I thought she was going to shake it, but she pulled Me close to her. My cheek was crisply kissed. I looked around and found myself right in the middle of a circle of people. So much for anonymity. "Roger I would like to introduce you to some of my friends." 

I nodded, scanning all the smiling faces. Everyone seemed so friendly. 

"This is Mistress Jane, and her sub Morris." I nodded and offered my hand to the completely normal looking, if not stylish, couple. "This is Alex, an old friend of mine. He's running for the governorship in March." He extended his hand and I shook it firmly. 

"Hello, nice to meet you."

"And these two are Josephine and Andrea."

"Pleased to meet you Sir," they chimed in unison, and curtseyed like ballerinas. 

"The pleasure is all mine." 

Chantelle winked at me so I winked back, completely clueless. 

"A drink Roger?"

"I could do with a bourbon."

"On the rocks?" 

I nodded.

Chantelle passed my nod to Andrea, who took off for the bar. 

"Hello Roger, so good to see you again."

I spun around wondering if someone from the law firm was there, and was met by the out-thrust hand of Claudio, from 'Jeremy's'. I shook his hand just as firmly and found the circle around me closed. I started to blush. Chantelle took advantage of my discomfort.

"What's wrong Roger, don't like being the centre of attention?"

"Ah, well, actually... "

Claudio took me by the upper arm and pulled me beside him to enlarge the circle. "We all know Roger is vanilla Chantelle, give him a break. He must feel like a fish out of water."

"Oh, you're no fun Claudio." 

"Thanks Claudio," I grinned. He leaned into my ear to speak privately.

"I have everything organised for Saturday night Roger. Catering is now under control. I've invited a guest too, I hope that is okay."

"Oh sure. I mean yes that's fine. And thanks Claudio." I was starting to get nervous about Saturday night.

"Oh! Oh!" Chantelle exclaimed. "Everyone, Roger here is hosting a 'do' on Saturday night, and as long as you are well behaved, you are all invited." 

''Everyone?' 'Hosting?' Jeez...

"And I would like you all to make sure he enjoys himself, and leaves the Domina Flagrante happy with his decision to choose my humble establishment for his party."

Faces were smiling and nodding.

"I'm looking forward to it," said Claudio.

"Can we come too Mistress?" Josephine asked. God she was a pretty thing. My eyes flicked down over her chest and she caught me doing it. She smiled at me as Chantelle responded.

"Of course you can little one, I imagine volunteers will be required of course."

"Mmmmm thank you Mistress," she said looking right at me. 

Andrea returned with my drink and thanked me for the pleasure. I returned the compliment and thanked her. She had dark red hair, with black streaks through it, and very fair skin. With the dark makeup around her eyes, she looked like she could do with a good meal. 

The next couple of minutes were a bit blurred. People asked me questions and I gave stock answers. What do you do? What are your plans for the future? That sort of thing. To be honest, I was caught up in my thoughts as I stood sipping my drink and trying to satisfy everyone's curiosity. 

What exactly did they do here? 

I mean, do they really whip people? Like really.. whack! whack! whack! I looked around the gathering of Chantelle's friends. Like Josephine? Could she take a whipping? She was so tiny and cute. Black hair cut in a page boy style, with lots of earrings in each ear. I counted them. Five. In each ear! She noticed my attention and blushed, turning her eyes to the floor.

Was she a slave kind of thing? Like, I could do anything to her? I flicked my eyes down to her chest and lingered for a moment on the prominent nipples that pressed against the sheer material covering them. Wow, they're pierced. That must have hurt. I looked up into her dark brown eyes and she flickered her lashes almost imperceptibly. She was looking right into my eyes and smiling a little. In the corner of my vision I saw Chantelle nudge Claudio with her elbow and nod.

Josephine clasped her hands in front of her crotch and drew her arms a little straight. The effect was enough to make me notice my dick was getting hard. 

"Josephine..."

"Yes Mistress," she replied, still with eyes on me. 

"Stop teasing Roger, and go and get prepared please. You know you are on in fifteen minutes." 

"Yes Mistress." Josephine blushed a shade darker than she already was.

"Will I help Mistress?" asked Andrea.

"Yes pet, you can strap her in."

Pet? Strap her in?

Just like that, they were gone, practically skipping out the double doors holding hands, and turning left. It was amazing how they did exactly what Chantelle told them to do. Or did they? It was kind of different. Like they were doing what they wanted to do. And headed to what fate? God, my mind was starting to swirl. 

All around people were smiling and chatting like in any upscale establishment. Everyone seemed to recognise each other though. What I found striking, was how terribly friendly everyone was. Hands being shaken and cheeks kissed. And polite. Some women, and even some of the men, had the backs of their hands kissed. It was all pretty subtle, but to me it was bizarre. It was amazing how conversations carried on right through it all. It was almost like a ritual. 

The ritual involved a lot of touching. Just hand to hand, lips to hand, or lips to cheek. Nothing amorous. It was all tasteful. But as the Salon filled with new arrivals, it became almost constant. As I was contemplating all of this, Chantelle slipped her arm into mine and spun me around. We were exiting the Salon with a whole hoard seemingly following us.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Been off with the fairies Roger?"

"I'm sorry, it's all a bit overwhelming."

Chantelle leaned into me as we walked. She quickly explained that she hadn't received any requests for a public exhibition so far that night, and she needed to have a volunteer, and Josephine was the lucky girl chosen.

"Lucky?" Public exhibition? Volunteer?

"Yes Roger, lucky. I am not going to flog the skin off her..."

"You're going to whip her?"

"Indeed I am, but artfully. You would do well to watch closely."

"Wow."

Chantelle seemed to change and rise an inch or two taller as the double doors were opened before us by two muscular guys in black t-shirts with a big red "DF" on the front. Each wore communicators on their heads. I was ready to stick my fingers in my ears in case I was hit with the driving rhythms I heard last time I was shown this room, but orchestra music floated out the doors as they were opened.

The quiet murmur of conversation stalled for just a moment as Chantelle and I led her throng into the hall. One of the waiters took my jacket. It felt like a banquet hall. Round tables were set out in an aesthetic pattern, and the stocks I saw last time I peeked in here were nowhere to be seen. I guessed the number of guests at around one hundred or so. The hall was barely half full. It looked very different from how it looked just this afternoon.

The murmur of conversation returned as I walked side by side with Chantelle toward the tables right in front of the stage. They were very large round tables, with tablecloths, and water jugs, and glasses set up. Three waiters were hovering seemingly at the ready. Chantelle showed me to my chair, front and centre, and beckoned me to sit. 

My first reaction was to take her chair and guide her into it like a gentleman, but I balked at that, and looked around to see what others were doing. Everyone was looking at me, and I felt like they were waiting for me. In a split-second decision, I 'obeyed' her, and sat down. A big sigh of relief seemed to come from around me. I moved my chair in and everyone at the surrounding tables sat down and did the same.

Chantelle leaned down and whispered in my ear over the din...

"You are my personal guest this evening Roger. My guest always sits first. That is your privilege."

"I see..."

"And Roger... Don't help me to sit unless I ask you to."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude Chantelle," I said.

"I know," she winked, "let me get us some drinks." 

She nodded towards a waiter wearing the exact replica of what one would imagine a waiter would wear, apart from the lack of a shirt. I looked around and noticed the waiters were all male. I shook my head and smiled. As if the females wouldn't be wearing shirts!

In moments we had drinks put down in front of us. Chantelle leaned forward and spoke across me. 

"Claudio, be a dear and explain to Roger what is going on... I have to do my bit now." She smiled at me and downed her drink before standing and making her way to the right side of the low stage. It was only about four feet high, and as she walked across in front of it, I heard rustling from behind me, and when I turned around, I saw almost half the audience standing.

I went to stand too and Claudio put his hand on my forearm and stopped me.

"Guests need not stand." 

I noticed he didn't stand either.

"Oh..." I said, less than intelligently.

"The subs stand as a sign of respect when the Mistress of the establishment stands. Mind you, no one told them to do that. I can't remember when it started. But they do it all the time now."

"I see..." I said. I was still clueless. I mean, what the hell was a 'sub'?

There was movement in the semi-darkness. Andrea was leading Josephine out from the side of the stage on a leash. They stopped in front of the large shadowy 'X' in centre stage. A spotlight came on over a microphone at the side of the stage, and my eyes were drawn to it.

Chantelle stepped into the beam of light, and the wall lighting in the hall dimmed. She slightly adjusted the microphone and took a sip of the new drink in her hand.

"Welcome members and guests. As we clearly have the best behaved subbies here tonight," she smiled and shook her head, "I am going to provide an exhibition, and kindly Josephine has volunteered."

Warm, soft applause and "oohh's" and "aaahh's" came from behind us. Claudio and I joined in, clapping quietly.

Three spotlights cut through the darkness and illuminated Josephine. Andrea had disappeared. Everyone quietly applauded again. The plentiful light aided me in identifying the shackles, wrist, and ankle cuffs that held her spread-eagled, and in place. She was facing the audience and her eyes darted around, squinting through the spotlights. She saw me and seemed to smile but it was hard to tell. She had a pink ball strapped into her mouth between her teeth. 

She was covered from shoulder to mid-thigh in a thin, gauzy, light-blue material, which was almost see-through. The sight set my cock stirring in my pants. She kept looking at me too.

"St. Andrew's Cross," said Claudio.

"The big X?" 

"Yeah."

Music with a strong beat started. Andrea reappeared from the left of the stage, carrying a hot pink flogger across her hands. She kneeled down before Chantelle and bowed her head, raising the flogger up like an offering. Before taking the flogger in her hands, Chantelle shrugged the floor length, black silk dress she was wearing off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor in an inky puddle and she stepped out of it. A round of quiet applause and murmuring accompanied this startling event.

Chantelle stood proudly, dressed only in what appeared to be a quality set from Victoria's Secret. Tight black French knickers hugged her ass and she was almost busting out of the black three-quarter cup bra she was wearing. She looked awesome and her body was better than I imagined it would be. The look was made complete by the shiny, black, knee-high boots she wore. Being up on the stage, and with the heels of the boots, she looked a foot taller than she was. She stood strongly and proudly, without even a hint of embarrassment. Her dark brown hair was up in a pony tail, and with a whip in her hand, Chantelle looked like a dream and a nightmare at the same time. She took the flogger from Andrea, who then scurried away. My cock stiffened further in my slacks.

Chantelle turned, facing Josephine on the cross. She raised the pink flogger in her hand and began swinging it through the air in a side-to-side motion. It was almost like she was watering the garden with a hose. She looked like she was in a trance. I watched her carefully. 

The handle was held quite low, and perpendicular to the ground. The movements were laconic, almost lazy, or was it a timing thing? Either way, there was a kind of disinterest in the way Chantelle swung the small pink whip through the air. Like she was teasing Josephine. Close but not touching. The 'swish swish swish' of the flogger through the air became the only sound in the hall as the crowd settled and was all but silent. 

I was getting uncomfortably hard and squirmed a little in my chair, rearranging my package. Claudio leaned into my ear and whispered.

"Watch Josephine, Roger."

Josephine was actually arching up off the cross trying to reach the whip. I couldn't believe it. Her fists were clenched and her body bowed in the middle as she strained to push her hips forward. My breath caught in my chest as I watched her watching Chantelle. Her eyes were ablaze with ...something. Passion? No. Excitement? Maybe. Need? It couldn't be. But that's what seemed to fit best. 

Need.

The 'swish swish swish' of the flogger became punctuated by a 'snick' sound as Chantelle made contact with Josephine's mid-section. By my reckoning, it was a few inches above her pubic region. By raising or lowering her arm a similar distance, Chantelle began to 'snick-flog' Josephine from the top of her pussy, to just below her breasts. The way she was using the flogger tonight was different from the way she showed me in her office this afternoon. I was fascinated.

I looked around. Everyone was intently watching the scene. As I went from face to face I wondered if Chantelle or Josephine had their attention? I shook my head clear of all the questions I had, and turned back.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 02



Josephine still was arching her body at the whip, but had begun whimpering and moaning softly. The arc Chantelle passed the whip through was now wider. The 'snick' sound was louder. My cock was harder. I pushed it down the leg of my slacks.

"She is so good at this." It was Claudio again.

"Yes she seems to even like it."

"I meant Chantelle, Roger."

"Oh yes, of course."

"...But you are right."

"Hmmm?" I could barely drag my eyes away.

"Josephine. She enjoys the flogger."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not like you imagine."

"I see..."

I could see a sheen of perspiration twinkling in the lights reflected off the two women. Chantelle caught the tails of the flogger in her hand mid-swish. She lifted it up something like a slingshot, and flicked it at Josephine, hitting her squarely on the slope of her left breast.

Josephine moaned and trembled. Even her thighs were trembling! This was the method Chantelle showed me against the desk in her office. I sat up straighter in my chair. 'Fffwap' was the only way I could make sense of the sound. 'Fffwap.... fffwap.......... fffwap.......' with irregular pauses in between, like Chantelle was taking careful aim.

Josephine seemed to know which breast Chantelle was about to flog and twisted her body after each 'fffwap', to present the other breast. Her soft moaning was almost continuous, punctuated by an 'ugh', each time the tails of the flogger hit. It was intoxicating to watch.

Josephine's attire was becoming stuck to her body with sweat. She may as well have been naked. For three or four minutes she had her breasts flogged. She let out little cries of what seemed like anguish now and again. On one occasion I looked across at Claudio, and he had his eyes fixed on the stage and was smiling and nodding softly to himself. Like he knew what was going on. I was to find out later, Josephine had four orgasms while being flogged. Four!

Chantelle ceased her front-on 'attack' and moved around to Josephine's side. In this position she was able to whip Josephine in the way one usually imagines a whipping would take place. But in a manner similar to 'watering the garden', it was reasonably gentle, and certainly not 'hard'. The tails of the whip were directed at, and hit, Josephine's pubic mound. I know this not just because it looked like it, but because the shift of thin material she was wearing had molded to her every curve. Even that of her pussy. It was plainly visible. 

Josephine's reaction to Chantelle flogging her pussy was instantaneous. Chantelle was muttering something to Josephine while swinging the flogger. I have no idea what it was. All I know is, at the first strike, Josephine shuddered and moaned loudly. The crowd burst into slightly more energetic applause and I joined in. On and on it went with the strikes to Josephine's pussy occasionally surprising her by being directed instead at her breasts. She was dripping with perspiration, and still she strained against her bonds, reaching with her body for the tails of the flogger. 

Finally there was a 'Fap! Fap! Fap!' as Chantelle hit Josephine firmly in the pussy three times, and she moaned even louder. 

"Aaaooohhhhh..."

The amazing scene played out before my eyes, came to a sudden halt as the spotlights dimmed on the stage and the wall lighting in the hall returned to normal. When we finished applauding, I looked around at all the smiling faces, and Claudio asked what I thought.

"Wow!" Was all I could think of to say!

Everyone joined in laughing and clinking glasses with me. I just smiled back. The waiters returned for new orders, and I figured one more drink wouldn't hurt. I looked at my watch. Wow indeed. It was almost half-past midnight. But I didn't want to leave.

A couple of minutes later everyone stood up and applauded as a radiant Chantelle led a blushing Josephine out from a small door next to the stage. They had both changed clothes, and apart from Josephine seeming a bit hyper, it was like nothing had happened.

Waiters fussed as Chantelle took her seat and a cushion was placed between our chairs at the table. I was about to ask what it was for, when Josephine knelt on it right beside me. Another cushion was placed between Claudio and I, and Andrea scooted in between us.

On the one hand, I felt like a king! On the other, well... I was very uncomfortable! My cock of course had 'some' manners, and was resting thickly down the right leg of my pants. But every few minutes or so, it was like I was attacked, with not just Josephine, but also Andrea, taking turns caressing the top and inside of the thigh closest to them. In the meantime, I was bombarded with questions and answered one after the other. 

"What did you think?"

"Have you ever seen anything like that before?"

"Have you ever felt one in your hands?"

"Did you like it?"

Then Chantelle piped up.

"Would you like to try it?"

The table hushed and waited for my response.

"I um, I don't think so... I ah, I don't think I could take the pain."

"Well I think you would surprise yourself, but I was talking about flogging, not being flogged, Roger."

"Oh... jeez... I don't know. I've never raised my hand to anyone before... I don't think I could do it."

"That's a good thing Roger, one never swings a whip in anger."

"I see..." 

I didn't really see at all. I wanted to talk to her about it, and ask some questions. I wanted to talk to Josephine too. I wanted to ask Claudio if he ever did it. I looked down at Josephine and smiled... I wanted lots of things. But I remembered my promise to myself to just observe. To just watch. So I listened. 

"Chantelle," said Claudio, "what do you like most about it?"

"My dear Claudio, you know me... a more specific question I will answer, but amongst friends I am loathe to dominate discussions..." She winked at him.

Claudio smiled warmly at her, like a brother.

"Apologies my dear... I meant, 'What do you most enjoy about the use of the flogger?' "

"Hmmm, a tough question..." 

Josephine was squirming next to me like she had something to say and was stopping herself. Chantelle continued, and ignored her.

"I think it works on three equally important levels. Firstly it turns me on. Secondly, to practice an art, in a manner which I feel is 'well practiced', is fulfilling. And thirdly, I like it because I *can* do it. I can use it for discipline, or for pleasure, because it is my right."

"Well said," responded Claudio.

"It turned Roger on too! I could tell," Josephine shrieked, beaming up at me.

"Josephine, mind your manners!" Chantelle scolded.

"It's all right," I sat up in my chair, "she's not wrong." 

Chantelle pursed her lips at me. She then turned her attention to Josephine and pinched her on the arm quite hard. Josephine just pouted and sat back on her heels, crossing her arms.

"Ok, well everyone, thank you all for another wonderful evening. It is almost one o'clock and I have an important day tomorrow." Nods and a couple of "awww's" came from around the table. Chantelle stood.

Everyone else at our table stood, and I could hear many others in the hall doing the same thing. I stood as quickly as I could. Chantelle shook Claudio's hand across me, and she leaned into me as Josephine scooted backwards and stood also.

"Let's have a chat," she whispered to me. It wasn't a request. 

I nodded. 

Chantelle, ever the consummate host, worked her way around the table, thanking everyone for coming, and ensuring they knew they could all stay as long as they wanted. I followed her and also said my goodbyes, shaking hands and kissing cheeks. 

"Be well everyone, " Chantelle said finally, and took my hand and led me out one of the side doors and I guessed toward her office. 

"Come on Josephine take my hand." 

From over my shoulder, Josephine scooted up next to Chantelle on her other side. I didn't know she was coming. I smiled to myself.

"Enjoy yourself Roger?" We were mounting the big Victorian staircase, and her office was at the end of the hall upstairs.

"It's been amazing Chantelle, just amazing..."

"I'm pleased," she said.

Josephine was beaming across at me.

Chantelle slid a black plastic card into a slot beside her office door. I hadn't noticed that before. Something beside the door, inside the wall, clicked and whirred and the door opened.

Chantelle led us into her den and fluttered her fingers at her coat rack. I went to hang up my jacket but Josephine took it from me, and Chantelle asked if I wanted a drink.

"Nothing for me thanks, I still have to drive back uptown."

"You could always get a taxi and pick your car up tomorrow, Roger."

I didn't feel like refusing. "Ok, how about something that suits the mood?"

"Leave it to me. Josie, take Roger back to the lounge area will you, and make him comfortable."

"Yes Mistress," she giggled and grabbed my hand, hurrying me through the black drapes behind Chantelle's desk. I thought the drapes covered a wall, but they were a divider!

Josephine was almost dragging me over to what ended up being a big black leather couch. I could hardly see, the lights were down so low. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust.

I'd just settled in the sumptuous couch when a silhouette of Chantelle entered between the drapes carrying a tray. As my eyes adjusted I saw Josephine holding the drapes open, then take the tray from Chantelle's hands.

"Thank you Josephine, you may serve Roger now." I heard her giggle and could see enough that her white teeth were shining in a smile at me.

"It's so dark in here, let me bring up the lights a little," said Chantelle.

I swallowed when I could see properly. From where I sat, there was all kinds of stuff around me. To be honest, half of it I wouldn't even know what it was for, let alone what it was called.

The other half, well, there were whips hung on the walls, whips and floggers. There were some chains embedded in the wall up high, hanging down with big leather cuffs at the end of them. Lots of things. I wanted to look around but when I glanced back at Josephine, I swallowed again. Chantelle settled other at the end of the couch, sipping what looked like port.

"Come on pet, serve the man."

"Yes Mistress," Josephine grinned.

At first I thought she had changed again. Or taken her top off. In any case, I watched intently as this topless goddess approached me. Her small hands held the tray she carried as delicately as she could. She almost flowed across the room to me. Her fine breasts jiggled beautifully, and for the first time I noticed the faint tinkle of little bells around her ankles. Her hips swaying seductively, she walked slowly, her skin looking almost golden in the half light.

She knelt smoothly before me, one leg then the other, which served only to heighten my growing arousal, as I glimpsed the shadows between her legs. She was almost touching my foot with her knee. Then from this upright kneeling position, she sat back on her heels, her knees opening widely and proudly displaying a hairless, and very pink and glistening pussy. I almost choked. 

"It's okay Roger, Josephine likes to be admired."

My mouth was so dry, I hoped sound would come out when I spoke. "She is very beautiful."

"She certainly is." 

When I glanced across at Chantelle, I saw she was also drinking in the sight. I turned back and Josephine lifted the tray holding the single small glass of deep red liquor, with her hands placed under it. She was smiling and her eyes were on mine. As she brought up the tray she began to speak. As she spoke, she tipped her head a little forward, and her eyes were hidden by her dark hair.

"I hope my serve has met with your pleasure Sir, welcome."

I took up the glass in my hand, my eyes, one more time, scanning over this kneeling beauty. I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled at her. She held her position, and didn't move a muscle. I glanced over at Chantelle who was now looking at me and smiling.

"You say, 'thank you for your serve Josephine' or something like that."

I smiled back and nodded to her. Turning back to Josephine I said, "thank you for a truly beautiful serve Josephine, you have topped a wonderful evening." I glanced back at Chantelle who raised her glass to me and laughed.

"Oh Roger, you are too funny. Topped? Oh, ahahahahaaa..."

"Sorry?" I was at least smiling... what had I said?

Josephine was giggling at me and covering her mouth. Finally she managed to say, "you are welcome Sir, please enjoy," before collapsing into another fit of giggles.

"Okay, okay, settle down now little one. Relax." Chantelle smiled.

"Yes Mistress," she said. She slid her legs underneath herself and pulled a nearby cushion over to sit on. She sat in this chaste, half-kneeling position with her hands comfortably in her lap and grinned at me. Except of course she was topless. Which was very distracting. Very nice too. Her grin softened and she simply smiled at me as a silence descended over the room. She didn't have a drink. 

I sipped at mine and it was extraordinary. "Mmmmmm..." I said, "this is beautiful."

"Glad you like it."

"I'll have to..."

"Roger?" Chantelle interrupted.

I gave her my attention. She smiled at me again. I got worried I might have done something else wrong.

"I just wanted you to know you are welcome here, you know, to come back if you wish. I will have Adrian organise a membership for you."

"That's very generous of you."

"Well, yes it is actually. They are over a thousand dollars usually."

"Chantelle... really, I couldn't, it's out of my league..."

"Nonsense! You are a member, and that's that."

"I'm very honoured." I felt spoiled was what I felt.

"Good choice of words Roger. It's what I wanted to talk about with you."

"Honour?"

"Yes, 'honour.' I find you an honorable man. A trustworthy and honest man. One who can walk with his head held high, despite what he has been through, or may go through. I like you, and I think you like us."

"Thank you Chantelle."

"Welcome. Besides that, you have helped me in ways you don't know, and I am determined to make Saturday night a success for you. I am happy to show my appreciation for that."

"We helped each other Chantelle, don't forget that."

"Yes I know, now stop being so cute and drink up. Josephine, be a dear and arrange a taxi for Roger will you? I don't want him late for work in the morning."

Josephine hopped up and slipped out through the drapes without a word. 

"Thank you for your hospitality Chantelle, this has been an amazing evening."

"Yes, and I am sure you have lots of questions about it."

"Yes I do actually."

"I am very tired Roger, perhaps when you return tomorrow to get your car, you could come and see me, and we can talk then."

"I would like that very much. I have to get the invitations out and do a few things for my boss, but I should be free by lunch time."

"I will be having lunch at Jeremy's with Claudio at one o'clock. Would you care to join us?"

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"Roger, I wouldn't ask you along if you were imposing. Now meet me there at one, okay?

"I would love to," I grinned.

"Good boy," she grinned back and winked. "We'll have a talk about the lifestyle then, and you can ask us any questions you like."

"That will be great."

"Your enthusiasm is intoxicating Roger."

"It's all so... I don't know... surreal, and yet, it has a kind of beauty."

"What does Roger?"

"Everything. Everything I've seen. This place. You. The manners. The way you used that flogger... I mean, wow. Josephine too." I felt like I was talking to much.

"Yes Josephine likes you too, that is clear."

"I wouldn't want to step on anyone's toes."

"Oh, don't worry about that." She had caught my meaning I was sure.

At almost the same moment, I finished my port and Josephine returned and stood with her hands clasped in front of herself.

"Yes pet?"

"Mr. Moore's taxi is waiting Mistress."

"Thank you pet, you may retire for the night."

"Thank you Mistress. Good night Mr. Moore, I hope you enjoyed your evening."

"Thank you too Josephine, and yes, I did very much." She grinned at me and appeared to brush something from her chest, drawing my eyes to her hard little nipples once again.

"Go on little one," then to me, "she is such a tease."

"Well she's a very cute one."

Josephine skipped out between the drapes and we both watched her.

"That she is." Chantelle finished her drink and got up from the lounge. "Come on then, I'll walk you down." She slipped her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder. I parted the drapes for us and we walked through. I heard her yawn and yawned myself. We walked slowly and quietly. Almost like old lovers.

Author's note: I warm thank you to rachel for her help in editing this work. Thank you all for your enthusiastic response to Chapter 01. The feedback and voting you cast is truly inspirational, and I am happy to say I have started on Chapter 03. Keep the votes coming and let Me know how I am doing. I really appreciate the great feedback. Thanks.



Den of Iniquity Ch. 03



I don't usually wake up before the alarm. But on Thursday morning I did. I rolled over in the half light and realised the alarm was going to go off in five minutes. I sat up on the side of the bed and defused the detonator. I took a moment to stretch. I felt pretty good until I stood up. After steadying myself, I put on my robe and grabbed a fresh towel to take to the bathroom.

While washing myself, my thoughts drifted back to the amazing night I'd had. I closed my eyes in the shower, with the hot water cascading over me, and saw Josephine first flogged, then topless, and then asking if she pleased me. It made my skin tingle. Then my thoughts skittered between amazement at the basic truth and beauty I'd witnessed, and wild fantasies of domination. Fragments of fantasies. Images. Images of Josephine, kneeling in front of me, topless and proud. Sticking her fingers deep in her cunt and licking them clean. 

"Please fuck me Sir, please... please, I'm so hot... I'll do anything..."

I slid my soapy fingers around my thickening cock and stroked up and down. I was trying not to get carried away, but the images were so strong. I couldn't remember the last time such vivid images entered my mind. But somehow I did remember I wanted to get an early start, and jerking off in the shower would only put me behind the eight ball, time wise. 

So, reluctantly, I rinsed off and climbed out. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved and deodorised, and slapping my face with aftershave. My thoughts returned to Josephine, and I wondered at how she accepted the flogging she received. 'Volunteered' was how Chantelle described it. Did she really volunteer? Like, put her hand up, and said "pick me, pick me!" What was the pain like? Josephine didn't seem to mind it. But, did she really like it? Was it the feeling of the flogger hitting her skin that she liked? Or was it being bound, and submitting to a flogging, before an audience?

Chantelle certainly wasn't 'laying into her'.  It was amazing. Completely controlled. Chantelle swung the flogger with accuracy and precision, controlling the tempo and the 'weight' of each stroke. The memory of Josephine's face, and of her arching her pussy toward the flogger just before it struck her, were burnt into my memory forever. I smacked my forehead, realising I was staring into the mirror. I ran a comb through my hair.

I looked in the closet and put on my suit from last night. I wasn't going to wear the brown one. Not to a lunch "date". It was getting a bit thin in patches. Well, it wasn't really a date. It was just myself and a couple of new friends, Chantelle and Claudio, chatting and having a meal. Hopefully they wouldn't notice the suit. God, I had so many questions. 

I was standing at the kitchen bench, throwing back my coffee as I usually do. I was staring out the double doors at the skyline beyond. On a whim, I put down my coffee, took off my jacket and rummaged under the sink. A few minutes later, the plastic setting on the balcony was no longer dust covered.

"Dammit, I'm gonna spend some money today," I thought as I sipped coffee and sat watching the city awaken.

It wasn't like I couldn't afford it. I was thankful I'd planned for my tuition, and for the reduction in salary I'd suffer while at school and in a lowly position. I planned to make millions when I became a lawyer, but I was a couple of years away from that. So in the meantime, I sat on the chipped (but clean), plastic furniture, on my dusty balcony, drinking crappy coffee, and nibbling at cold, crappy toast. 

What the hell was I waiting for? I didn't need to live like this, and I sure as hell didn't WANT to live like this. I got up, went inside, closed the double doors, and emptied my cup down the sink with disgust. 

"Okay," I decided, "let's just start with a new suit."

Twenty minutes later I was stepping out of the elevator at my place of employment, armed with some decent coffee from the cafe across the road, and a plan to be out of there as soon as I could. People waved with surprise seeing me in so early. I was at my desk sorting the invitations by 7:30 A.M. I wanted to be out of there by 9:30 A.M. if I could.

I gathered up the invitations and made my way around the two stories of Gardner and Hammerstein, dropping them on desks and having short conversations with those also in early. By the time I was done and returned to my tiny office, I had three e-mails. All were "well done" and "can't wait" type e-mails. I was pleased with the reactions, and sat back finishing my coffee.

My e-mail beeped with a message from Sylvia Harper.

[e-mail]

From: Sylvia Harper To: Roger Moore

"Is this some kind of joke? Come to my office now please."

[end of message]

Oh jeez. What now? Sylvia was the one who had put the organising of the party on me, and now she wants to see me about it? I looked at the message again. It was pretty cryptic actually. "...some kind of joke?" What did that mean? And, "please"? Sylvia rarely said 'please'. I started thinking the message seemed almost a little desperate. Not Sylvia's usual tone at all. Before I thought about what I was doing, I typed a quick reply and hit send.

[e-mail]

From: Roger Moore To: Sylvia Harper

"I'm a little busy at the moment. Could you come here?"

[end of message]

Almost immediately I got a response.

[e-mail]

From: Sylvia Harper To: Roger Moore

"I'll be there in 15 minutes."

[end of message]

I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I shot off a quick reply.

[e-mail]

From: Roger Moore To: Sylvia Harper

"Now please."

[end of message]

I don't know why I was expecting another reply, but as the seconds dragged by, I started getting worried. I was in the midst of writing an apologetic e-mail when a tap on the glass beside my door nearly made me jump out of my skin. 

"Looking at porn again Roger?" 

It was Mike, my boss. He was grinning and obviously joking.  I laughed as he sat down opposite me.

"This is gonna be great Roger. How did you get lumped with this?"

"Oh it's a long story Mike. Sylvia asked me to get it organised."

"Sylvia? Really?" 

A short pause followed and I was wondering what was going on. I ventured a comment.

"I can't believe I'm trying to put together a huge party. I've never done anything like this before, but it is fun."

"Need the rest of the week off? I don't mind really... I mean you've earned it, all that work you did on the VideoMax account and all."

"Thanks Mike. I could really do with a long weekend." Phew! That was easy!

"I'm really looking forward to this party Roger. I just got off the phone with the little lady and she's excited too. We're gonna make a weekend of it!"

"Good for you Mike!" I grinned.

"And these invitations, 'edgy' Roger... very 'edgy'." 'Edgy' was Mike's word of the month.

"I'm glad you like them Mike."

We were interrupted by another tapping on the glass beside my door.

"Hello? Um, excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt." It was Sylvia.

"Good morning Sylvia. You know my boss, Mike Constanti."

"Yes, hello Mr. Constanti, nice to see you again."

"Yes, you too Sylvia. What brings you down here?"

When I first looked up and saw her, Sylvia looked like the bitch I knew, all attitude and stance. But something happened in the moments that followed. I was watching her closely. She started shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other. She was also playing with the wedding ring on her left hand. What was going on?

"I um, I just wanted to talk to Roger about the party on Saturday night... if that's okay..."

"Sure sure... no problem, I gotta get my ass in gear anyway." Mike winked at me. "See you Saturday Roger. This is gonna be a blast!"

"I sure hope so Mike... I'll check in and make sure you don't need me tomorrow morning."

"It's not necessary Roger, you do what you gotta do to make this party a success, okay?" Mike got up to leave and walked toward the door. I saw him brush past Sylvia and whisper something in her ear. I didn't catch it though. Sylvia and I watched Mike walk down the corridor, rereading the invitation in his hand, and shaking his head. 

When we turned back to each other, Sylvia looked like she was blushing. She took a step closer to me and leaned on the edge of my desk. I could see the swell of her breasts, and her frilly bra under the white blouse, beneath her navy blue suit.

"What do you think you're doing?" She whispered as I jerked my eyes back up to hers. "You want to risk the reputation of the whole firm?"

"Reputation? What are you talking about?"

"You don't want me as an enemy Roger. Remember that."

"Sylvia, for once I can honestly say I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You better not be holding out on me Roger."

"What has this got to do with the party?"

Sylvia straightened up and crossed her arms, examining me with a wrinkled brow. Apparently satisfied, she answered, "nothing," and with a wave of her hand she was gone. 

What a bizarre encounter. I had no idea what had gotten into her. Later on, I would find out.

I stayed a few more minutes and answered a couple of e-mails. Then one really shocked me. It was from Mr. Hammerstein, one of the partners. It was the first personal e-mail I'd ever received from him.

[e-mail]

From: Emmanuel Hammerstein To: Roger Moore

"Wonderful idea Roger. Congratulations from Gardner and myself. We were just discussing it and are very much looking forward to Saturday night. Gardner asks if Sylvia Harper is coming."

[end of message]

[e-mail]

From: Roger Moore To: Emmanuel Hammerstein

"Yes Sir, as far as I know."

[end of message]

Now I was confounded. What the hell was going on? Oh well, I figured, if I'm supposed to know, someone will tell me. I opened and quickly replied to a couple more incoming e-mails. Most people wanted to know if they should eat first. My standard answer, which drew a few laughs, was "only if you have a strong stomach".

I tidied up my desk and was out of the building by 9:15A.M. I was standing on the steps out front when Annie, Sylvia's secretary, almost bumped into me, balancing three coffees on a cardboard tray.

"Oh hello Roger, I didn't see you there."

"On a mission I see Annie."

"Yes, it's my job." She rolled her eyes. "Where are you off to then?"

Was that a flirty smile? She was distracting me.

"Um... just getting things organised for Saturday night, lots to do, you know..."

"Yes I imagine... god, Sylvia has been in such a bad mood since she read your invitation this morning Roger... do you know what that's all about?"

Hmmm... what to do... what to say...

"Well, I don't know Annie... perhaps you could tell me."

"Um.. er..." She really seemed taken aback. "I don't know... it's um.. it's like she's off balance or something..."

"Oh really... I wonder what that's all about?"

"M..Maybe you should ask her..."

"I just might do that Annie. Thanks for the advice."

"Oh... Roger don't... um... don't tell her I told you to ask her... I um.. I might ...um ...ohhh." She almost dropped the coffees she was carrying.

"Annie relax, it's all right... what's going on?"

"I can't talk right now, I have to... you know..." She nodded at the building.

"Yes, I understand Annie." She was moving away and had taken a couple of the many steps that led to the revolving doors entering our building. She turned as if struck by a thought. Then a strange thing occurred to me. Though she stood above me, I felt like I was looking down on her.

"Um," she hesitated, "I better go." 

She'd changed her mind.

"Okay Annie, nice to see you."

"You too Roger."

I nodded at her and she tip-toed on her high heels up the steps and into the arriving crowd.

"She has a good ass, that girl," I thought to myself. Then I started to wonder if she was a submissive. What was happening to me?

I turned around and looked up and down the street, re-assessing where I was. "Hmmmm...." Uptown or downtown? I was going to be eating downtown... "Okay, downtown it is..." I thought to myself, and turned to my right and set off.

I'd only walked down a couple of blocks before, 'Fabrico DeAngelo', caught my eye. The stooped, grey, kindly old Italian man in there was very helpful.

"You wait, I get a measurement."

So I did wait, and did get measured up. An hour later I was standing looking in the mirror at myself thinking, "fuck, I don't look half bad in a decent suit."

The navy blue jacket was a perfect fit and the matching pants felt like they were made for me. Which struck me as funny, because of course they were. I could hardly wipe the smile from my face.

"So, you meet a beautiful lady?"

"Ah well kind of, I'm going to lunch with a couple of new friends."

"You make a good impression, you not gonna worry okay?"

"No I won't worry," I picked up the business card next to the register. It said, 'Angelo Terrazzo'. Now THAT would be a coincidence.. "You don't know Claudio Terrazzo do you?"

"Claudio is my son!"

"Well isn't that interesting, I'm having lunch with him today."

"Santa Maria! My son is gay??!!!"

"Nooo, no Sir, he is just a friend!"

"Ahhh... goodness, you make me nervous... sorry Sir."

"Honestly, it's not necessary Angelo," I replied.

"Well, you must not pay Sir, this suit, my gift to you okay?"

"Oh no, I couldn't, I mean..."

"Friend of Claudio, friend of family... you not a pay, I insist!"

I held out my hand to this kind gentleman, and when he offered his, I grasped it firmly, and held it.

"On one condition... I pay full price for my next suit." 

Laughing heartily, Angelo Terrazzo shook my hand once more.

"Deal!"

I smiled and released my grip. "I tell you what Angelo, if I can have you fashion a grey suit for me, I'll be by in the next couple of days to pick it up."

"Ah you trick me Sir. You always getting two suits!"

"Actually, no Angelo, I planned to buy one suit, but the quality of your suits is excellent, and the price is right in my range, now!"

"Ah thank you kind Sir, let it be known, Angelo's suits are excellent!"

He bowed deeply, and I returned the gesture. Two grown men, bowing to each other in the twenty first century. I was having such a good time!

I thanked Angelo and left with a package containing my old suit under my arm.

"Tell my son to ring his mother!" Angelo said, as I exited his store, and re-entered the mid-morning rush. I waved back, wondering what Claudio would say if I did.

I had an hour to kill and figured I'd walk through the park and enjoy the crisp sunshine. I bought some duck food from a vendor and stood leaning on a railing feeding the tame ducks that swam and snapped for their free meal.

Of course I didn't completely waste my time. I was thinking about what I might ask Claudio and Chantelle. They were clearly good friends to each other. Very good friends. Though something made me doubt it had ever been physical. Their relationship was too playful to have ever been serious. Almost like brother and sister. But it didn't seem protective.

Their relationship seemed intimate. They appeared to know each other very well. They seemed to know what each other was thinking. In addition, they seemed to posses a sixth sense of knowing what was going on. I wished I had that. I wanted that knowledge. I wanted that self-assurance.

I considered what I might ask. For a split second, I thought 'practicing' might make my questions seem 'staged'. Then I thought, "no, they will expect me to know what to ask".

The hour flew by.

So it was, on time and with a huge grin on my face, and a great new suit courtesy of an incredible coincidence, I strode up the steps of Jeremy's to meet my lunch partners.

The maitre 'd met me and ushered me past the packed downstairs part of the restaurant, and upstairs to a balcony. Here it was quiet, and only a waiter, standing solemnly at one side, with a tray under his arm, interrupted an otherwise surreal scene. They both stood when they saw me, and the waiter came rushing over.

We greeted each other in the manner I had come to expect. Chantelle didn't hesitate, and kissed my cheek effusively. Claudio shook my hand and welcomed me back to his "house of pain and suffering" with a grin. 

"How are you Roger, it's so good to see you, I can't tell you how much I have been looking forward to lunch today," Chantelle gushed.

"Hello Roger," joined Claudio, shaking my hand vigorously, "sit, sit, and might I say that's a great suit."

"He looks terrific doesn't he?" Chantelle admired, winking at me. 

"You've spoken to your father haven't you Claudio!" I winked back at Chantelle.

"Yes, yes, okay... you got me. Hard to keep a secret in this town. Dad called me while you were being fitted, so I guess an ambush has been thwarted."

"Then I guess I don't have to tell you to call your mother!"

We all laughed.

Our waiter returned with a round of drinks. I couldn't remember ordering and looked at the red drink in front of me in surprise.

"Don't tell me you've never had a 'Bloody Mary' Roger," said Chantelle.

"Well actually..."

"I don't believe it... oh well drink up and enjoy, I promise, you'll feel like new!"

"I'm feeling quite good already actually," I took a sip and placed it back on the table. "But to be honest, I am practically bursting with questions."

"Yes, I'm sure you are," said Claudio, "but keep in mind Roger, Chantelle and I enjoy 'the floor', and you might find quite a few questions answered if you 'let us go'."

They nodded at each other. I understood completely and turned to Chantelle as she began to speak.

"You said 'to be honest', didn't you Roger..." I nodded. "And in fact, right there, you have hit the nail on the head. 'To be honest' is no longer an option, but a requirement. Brazenly, delightfully, frighteningly... honest. It is the cornerstone of the successful relationship, is it not?"

"So it is said," I replied, "but it is rarely the case."

"And so we compromise what we want in order to not 'rock the boat', to 'keep the peace' and we wallow in frustration and unfulfillment," said Claudio.

"Sounds a bit dramatic to me."

"You have been married have you not Roger?" Claudio asked.

"Yes that's right, I have been..."

"Without getting too personal, if one thing might have saved your marriage, what would it have been?" Chantelle asked. I had the feeling I was being double-teamed. This wasn't going quite as I had imagined. 

"Well, if she had some faith in me, it might have helped."

"Now Roger, let's play a game..." Chantelle suggested. "If I ask you a question, or if you ask me one, let's keep our answers to what we 'know' to be true."

"I'm not following you..."

"Might your ex-wife have been afraid? Or frustrated? Or at the end of her tether? Practically anything really?"

"Well yes, in a sense, I suppose so..."

"So you don't know."

"No... not really...."

"What Chantelle is saying is that without an open and honest relationship, without secrets, the seeds of discontentment are sown early," explained Claudio.

"I can see that."

"It stands to reason Roger," continued Chantelle, "without honest communication, all kinds of barriers to success are erected."

"But isn't that a little utopian? I mean one can always just lie, and the other would be none the wiser."

"Only if honesty is disrespected can one lie Roger," said Chantelle.

"If one disrespects honesty, one disrespects the lifestyle," added Claudio.

"Which results in what?" I asked.

"Exclusion," said Chantelle.

I sipped my drink. "People who 'fake it' are the lowest of the low then."

Claudio looked at Chantelle and winked. "I think he's getting it."

"Well it makes sense," I ventured, "Honesty begets honesty. The dishonest ones are shunned."

"Indeed... and how do we maintain the required standards Roger?"




Den of Iniquity Ch. 03



"Through discipline."

"Correct, well done."

"But, who maintains the honesty of the punishers? It seems like a dangerous system."

"Well here's the thing. We can loosely divide ourselves into two groups. The dominants and the submissives. And basically we keep an eye on each other."

"So the submissive can reject the dominant."

"Of course! What submissive worth his or her salt would submit to anyone?" asked Chantelle, "only a gutter slut, that's who."

I nodded. Okay, it was all getting a bit clearer. "So the dominant has to prove his or her worth to the submissive before they are accepted..."

"Exactly."

"How would I prove myself, for example?" I blushed.

"Thinking ahead already Roger, I knew I liked you," smiled Claudio.

"Well I was just wondering, I mean I hardly have the first clue what to do."

Chantelle interjected, "It's the quality of the person that attracts the submissive Roger, not necessarily the level of experience. It's my belief that dominants are born, OR made. Either way, they are still dominants. To learn the 'crafts' of the lifestyle takes time, and a quality submissive is unlikely to just jump into your arms overnight. Then again..."  Chantelle seemed lost in thought.

"The point is, it is useless to put oneself up as a dominant with experience, when one has none," continued Claudio, "one would be found out within minutes. And nothing good comes of that."

"So it comes back to honesty."

"And a desire to learn, and practice," nodded Chantelle.

"Practice?"

"Yes practice... what turns you on Roger? The whip? Cane? Flogger? Tying a girl up in knots? Treating someone like a baby? A fuck-toy? Berating someone? Spanking them?"

"Um."

"It takes practice. One needs the tools of the trade before one can consider oneself a craftsman."

"I can understand that too."

"So you will need to practice whatever it is you want to do. Organise some of your life around the pursuit of your own gratification."

"I can't believe I've been thinking about the same thing... well kind of..."

"A dominant is a 'doer' Roger. Good dominants make things happen," said Chantelle, "Claudio and I have been in the lifestyle a long time now. We are also successful people. We have successful friends. And one needn't measure success by wealth, but more by the happiness of the person in their given pursuit, and the happiness they experience in their relationships."

"I see." I really did. "So let's say a submissive person comes up and says 'I've been bad, will you punish me?' What would I do?"

"You would seriously question the submissive's credentials," replied Claudio. "A submissive requiring discipline should speak with their dominant about it, confess their sins and be done with their punishment. One coming to you out of the blue is probably a thrill seeker rather than a true submissive. Not to say 'one night stands' don't happen, but they are just as likely to end in failure as a vanilla one night stand."

"Okay, so in a sense a dominant/submissive relationship is much like a vanilla one, normal day to day problems etc., dealt with on an ad hoc basis," they were both nodding, "with basic rules of honesty and integrity working on both sides."

"You got it brother!" smiled Claudio. 

Chantelle smiled too, and toasted me, looking into my eyes. She put down her glass and leaned forward on the table, resting her chin on the back of her interlaced fingers.

"So Roger... why would a dominant punish a submissive?"

"Hmmm? Exam time?" I smiled.

"Something like that... play along with me."

"Okay, well, I guess for any number of reasons..."

"Including?"

"Well, dishonesty for a start," I said.

"That's the biggie," encouraged Claudio.

"Hmmmm... for displeasing behaviour?" Chantelle nodded. "Also, I think I remember you saying Chantelle, 'because I can'."

"That's right. There is a power exchange that goes on. The submissive accepts the 'power' of the dominant over him or her, and he or she accepts it fully, so long as he or she continues to believe in the relationship. The dominant accepts the power being given to him or her, and promises to act in a manner that is within the accepted norms of the lifestyle."

"The accepted norms?"

"Yes a little inexact I know Roger, but within the lifestyle the 'accepted norms' are pretty wide. There are those who willingly subject themselves to incredible pain and discomfort for the pleasure of their dominant. And there are those who cannot handle pain and would be punished by other means, such as humiliation or isolation."

"I'm wondering about rules for dominants..."

"There is a general rule in the lifestyle that most would agree with," said Claudio, "and that is, behaviour of dominants should be safe, sane and consensual."

"S. S. C. ," chimed in Chantelle, using her fingers like inverted commas.

"S. S. C. ," I repeated.

"Yes, but given the particular relationship, where the dominant is acting in the submissive's interests, sometimes it isn't as clear as all that. As long as what is happening is understood by the submissive, through honest communication, the sub can continue to assume that whatever happens, it is S.S.C."

"Is a submissive and a slave the same thing?"

Chantelle smiled at Claudio then looked at me, "You are quite perceptive aren't you Roger." I grinned. "No, the slave is somewhat different to the submissive. Basically the 'C' gets dropped."

I sat back in my chair and took a healthy gulp of my Bloody Mary. "Goodness."

Our waiter approached and whispered in Claudio's ear.

"Phone call dear people, I'll be right back."

I went to stand up and Chantelle placed her hand over mine, stilling me.

"Another drink Roger?"

"All right but that's enough for me after that."

"We'll be eating soon anyway," Chantelle replied before turning to our waiter and ordering two more drinks.

"So Roger, how are we doing?"

"It's fascinating."

Chantelle nodded. "It is to the newcomer, to the old hand, it's just life," she winked.

"I'm so thankful, I hope you don't mind all this."

"Not at all silly boy," she grinned, "I am having a wonderful time."

So was I. For the life of me, I'd never enjoyed myself as much as I was at that moment. It was better than the day my Dad gave me the keys to my own car. I threw back the last of my first Bloody Mary as the waiter returned with fresh drinks and Claudio came back and sat down.

"Mothers!" He grinned.

"Wonderful people," I smiled.

"Yes of course," said Claudio, crossing himself and winking at me. "So what rubbish has Chantelle been filling your head with?"

"Good quality stuff in my estimation," I replied.

Claudio nodded. "Current subject?'

"We were waiting for your return, my dear," said Chantelle.

"Well I'm back, so where are we up to?"

"I think Roger has the floor."

"Oh um ok...." I stuttered, "well... I was wondering why? I mean... why does the submissive submit?"

"Good question. Some call it ying and yang," offered Chantelle, "and some call it a natural fit."

"I think the existence of one group requires the existence of the other," said Claudio.

"You've lost me," I replied.

"Take Chantelle and I... both dominant... and both still searching for the perfect submissive for us..."

"This conversation is private, right Roger?" asked Chantelle.

"Yes of course."

"Well," she continued, "finding 'the one' that is right for you, is as problematical as it is in the vanilla world." She sipped her drink. "In any case, finding 'one's true love' is a rare thing indeed."

"I can see that, without necessarily experiencing it."

"Experiencing things is important Roger, and it's ok to make mistakes, just don't leave marks!"

"Ain't that the truth," they high-fived each other over the table.

"But honestly Roger, err on the side of caution, okay?"

"Yes, of course," I understood implicitly, an 'out of control dominant' would soon become an 'out of control defendant'.

"Again, it's likely that only someone outside the lifestyle would consider litigating against another, or be litigated against. It's not unheard of, but that person would forever be judged by it."

"Tarnished," added Claudio.

"One needs a good sense of who they are," I added, "and self control."

"Absolutely! No one in their right mind would punish while angry. It's an important rule I live by," said Chantelle.

"Me too," said Claudio, nodding.

"Self-control is important on both sides," continued Chantelle. "Everyone has their limits and it's the dominant's role to seek and push the submissive's limits, when it is appropriate, or when it suits them."

"Suits the submissive?"

"Suits the dominant, Roger."

"Let's remember two things. The dominant has the 'dominant' role to play. They choose when, where, and how things will happen. This is a given. The submissive's role is to submit, to the dominant, at the time of the dominants choosing. However, and this is a big 'however', it is by the submissive's behaviour that things happen. The submissive has an incredibly important role in how the interaction between the two proceeds. A 'look', 'attitude', 'smile', 'hesitation', 'reluctance', 'denial', 'refusal', 'desire', or even 'eagerness', will affect, as it should, the response of the dominant." 

"So the submissive has a certain measure of control," I agreed.

Chantelle smiled. "The submissive decides, by her submission, to whom she or he submits, and how, when and where."

"Not too different to vanilla relationships really," I laughed. I looked at the others and they were nodding at each other. 

Claudio smiled broadly at me and put his hand on my arm. "Honestly Roger, it's like a taste of the 'fifties', added to a bit of the feminist 'sixties', shook up in a blender from the "seventies', mixed with the music of the 'eighties', touched up with some of the blatant I-ism of the 'nineties', and now... we throw it all in a hot tub and have a party!"

"Oh Claudio... I'm sure Roger is expecting more than the equivalent to football talk!"

"I like football!"

"Roger, you are not helping!" Chantelle squealed before covering her mouth. The waiter had arrived bringing dishes of the best seafood the establishment possessed, the best wine and, I assumed, the best pasta Claudio's mother had taught him how to make.


Claudio played host, spooning delicacies onto our plates. The conversation lulled as we each tucked into what was before us. 

"Oh Roger, you have got to taste the baby octopus."

"I've never had it before."

"Believe me, you'll adore it."

"It's barbecued and then lightly sautéed in onions and the sweet sauce, mmmm... it needs nothing."

We piled garlic prawns, mussels-in-shell, oysters kilpatrick, smoked salmon and miles of various salads onto our plates. It was sumptuous. I didn't notice how much wine I was drinking. Nor did I notice the sun beginning its slow descent into the southwestern sky. Before I knew it, the sky was darkening, and Claudio was ordering a second bottle of port.

"Any plans tonight, Roger?" He asked.

"No, I was just thinking, um, I don't think I'll need to eat this evening... er... I mean, no, I have no plans... jeez, I think I'm getting drunk..."

"Oh c'mon Roger, the night is young!"

Chantelle stood and reached out to me. I took her hand in mine and she pulled me to my feet.

"What are we doing?"

"We're dancing!" Chantelle grinned and took me into her arms. Of course, I stood head and shoulders over her, so she turned her head sideways and pressed her cheek to my chest, and I put my arms around her, and began to sway.

"Chantelle?" I whispered. She looked up at me. "Do public exhibitions ever get out of hand?"

"What do you mean Roger?"

"I mean is anyone really 'punished', up there, on your stage?"

"That's a very good question Roger," she fluttered her eyes and grinned at me, "I don't allow serious punishments up there. True punishment is a private matter, and to further humiliate the submissive by doing it publicly... well, let's just say I find it distasteful."

"So it's all just a bit of fun?"

"In a sense, yes."

I twirled her around on the end of my fingers before bringing her back into my arms. 

"Mmmm... and you can dance too..." Chantelle said, her eyes sparkling.

"Why thank you Ma'am," I replied, continuing to sway and gently turn her this way and that. She pressed herself against me and I felt myself beginning to harden.

"Um," I whispered, as she did it again, "what are you doing?"

"Research," she said and winked, placing her hand gently on my cock between us. "You are going to make a fine dominant, Sir," she winked and giggled.

Then she twisted away from me and bowed, to which I replied in kind. 

"Thank you for the pleasure of the dance, my fair lady," I said as I rose back to my full height, taking her hand and leading her back to the table.

"The pleasure was all mine, Sir," she replied as she leaned up on tiptoes and kissed my cheek before taking her seat. This time I did indeed guide it under her before retaking my seat between the two of them.

"Well?" Claudio asked.

"He makes the grade," Chantelle replied, tossing her raven hair, with a big grin on her face.

As I blushed, I was hoping they were talking about my dancing...

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Den of Iniquity Ch. 04



Author's note: Readers wanted raunch? I'll give 'em raunch!

While Claudio was speaking to the waiter, Chantelle and I finished our ports and a busboy cleared our table. The dull orange glow of the sun was no match for the lights of the city, and would soon give way to the night. I was wondering if I was becoming a nuisance. I looked at Chantelle, who was organising her handbag.

"Chantelle, are you sure it's okay if I tag along again tonight? I don't want to overstay my welcome... or cramp your style."

"Nonsense Roger, of course it's okay. You must learn to stop being so cute," she grinned. "Actually I was hoping to convince you to come, I know someone who is looking forward to seeing you again."

"I don't need much convincing, I really love your place," I smiled.

"I'm glad," she said smiling at me. "Do you want to know who I'm talking about?"

"You know I do, I'm just trying to be less cute."

"Well it's not working," she winked.

She took a small black plastic box from her handbag, hesitated a moment, then pressed one of the buttons on it. In moments Jonathan, the head of security from the Domina Flagrante, came bounding up the stairs with a gun drawn.

Seconds went in slow motion as I assessed the panicked look in his eye, and the shiny silver magnum he held in his huge black hands. I literally flew out of my chair, one arm around Chantelle, knocking her to the floor and rolling on top of her. 

I had my eyes clenched in fear as one second, then another, and then another passed. Just as my curiosity about what was happening started to peak, Claudio's wild cackling burst into my ears.

"What are you two doing?" he asked, looking down on us and laughing fitfully.

Jonathan rushed over, slipping the gun back into its holster under his black suit. "Gosh I'm sorry Mr. Moore, and Ma'am... I think you pressed the wrong button again Ma'am."

Chantelle was trying to stifle a giggle as I rolled off her, looking up into two smiling faces. Jonathan held out his hand for me to grab and I took it, but not before Chantelle leaned into me slipping her hand under my jacket, and kissed my cheek tenderly, whispering, "My hero." Jonathan then pulled me to my feet, and Claudio did the same for Chantelle.

Jonathan started quickly brushing me down, muttering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle anyone, I'm sorry Ma'am, but you can't be too careful."

"It's all right Jonathan," Chantelle moved to humour him. "You were doing exactly as instructed. I just have to get this goddamned remote figured out."

"I think we should get out of here," I said.

"I agree," said Claudio.

"I'll bring the car around Ma'am."

"Thank you Jonathan."

Once he had left, the three of us stood there looking at each other.

"I guess I owe you an explanation Roger," said Chantelle.

All I could do was nod at her. I was quite freaked. The last time I saw a gun was, god, five years ago, when my ex-wife tried to talk me into buying one. I ended up deciding against the idea. I knew she couldn't handle one and I had no interest in using it. I knew who would be protecting who. Frankly I didn't want a gun in the house. 

The three of us made our way out front to the waiting limousine. Riding in a limo was another first for me. I annoyed the both of them by pressing every button and throwing every switch. While Jonathan drove back to the Domina Flagrante, Chantelle began to tell me something I preferred not to know.

"I've had a series of death threats Roger. A female and a male are involved. I don't know who they are."

"Jeez," I offered, popping out another drink holder.

"You understand my life may be in danger?"

"I'm sorry Chantelle," I said, looking at her and paying attention. "I'm all ears."

"I'm just frightened, that's all. I mean poor Jonathan is not even trained as a bodyguard, but I don't know anyone else who would do the job."

"Why don't you hire someone?" I asked.

"I can't stand those ex-cop types, or ex-military types, who do nothing but ogle the girls and disrespect me and the way I live my life. They are oafs... they would be unreliable in a crisis... in my estimation, Jonathan is the best bodyguard I can find."

"I'm not going to question your judgment Chantelle."

"Thank you, Roger."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Honestly Roger, it's probably nothing... I've always had an overactive imagination..." Chantelle tried to grin, but it faded.

Claudio had been sitting back in a corner of the limousine, looking out the window. He suddenly sat forward and gesticulated wildly, like he was breaking someone's neck in mid air.

"If anyone ever hurt you, I'd tear them limb from limb!"

"Oh Claudio, don't be so dramatic..." said Chantelle unconvincingly. 

The three of us sat quietly the rest of the way, which was only a few blocks, but took fifteen minutes in the evening traffic. Claudio turned up the music and Chantelle slid down in her seat and plopped her stiletto-clad feet in my lap.

"Massage?" she half shouted.

"Sure," I said loudly, and proceeded to unbuckle her shoes and slip them off. With a gentle and deft touch, I eased the tension in her feet. 

She leaned back and closed her eyes. I sat back in the plush leather seat and wondered what the fuck I was doing there.

It struck me that Chantelle was about to tell me who was looking forward to seeing me, just before the 'incident' at the restaurant. I could only think of one person who might be looking forward to seeing me. 

Josephine.

Josephine of the perpetually aroused nipples. Playful Josephine. Chantelle's Josephine. I really didn't know the nature of their relationship. Was Josephine Chantelle's to give? Or a free agent that had attached herself to Chantelle? They seemed pretty close. I really didn't know and was starting to feel a headache coming on. I smiled and shook my head.

The limo then stopped, and the music went off at the same time as the darkened glass separating us from Jonathan smoothly and quietly slid down.

Jonathan turned around and said, "We're here Ma'am."

"Thank you Jonathan," Chantelle replied, while straightening in her seat and putting her shoes back on.

Chantelle looked at me and read my mind.

"You are coming in aren't you Roger? I'd really like to have another chat with you about a few things."

The sparkle had returned to her eye. It must have been something to do with feeling comfortable on her own turf. I couldn't help but smile.

"All right, but just for a couple of drinks." 

Chantelle smirked at me. The door of the limousine opened and the enormous frame of Jonathan loomed in it, with his huge hand reaching into the car.

"May I help you out Ma'am," he asked.

"It's all right Jonathan," she replied looking right at me. "Roger can escort me, you go get the door open."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I helped Chantelle out of the limousine and we walked quickly to the doorway with Claudio riding shotgun close behind. I was wondering about the nature of these threats and whether or not Chantelle was playing them up or down. As we stood inside and Jonathan took our coats, Chantelle again seemed to read my mind.

"I'm sorry about this Roger."

"It's all right Chantelle. Let's get a drink and relax."

"You read my mind."

Well, that was a first.

Chantelle rose to her full five foot two inches plus heels and took a deep breath, visibly exhaling tension. She looked first at me, then at Claudio, and smiled a cheeky smile. 

"Let's go down to the Dungeon!"

"The Dungeon?" I asked.

"Mhmmm... this might knock your socks off Roger, so hold onto your hat." Chantelle was a changed person.

We three walked side by side deeper into the Domina Flagrante, past the salon and on past the main staircase and around a corner to a huge set of double doors, through which the muffled beat of music pulsed. The song was by Depeche Mode, but I couldn't remember the name of it. 

"Roger, Claudio, let's have some fun!"

She stepped forward and took the handles of each door in her hands and pulled. Of course the heavy doors opened effortlessly, and it was like she "threw" them open with a flourish. The music was loud but fortunately something I liked. I almost bounced down the stairs as the three of us walked arm in arm. I had no idea what to expect.

The scene as we rounded the corridor leading to the Dungeon took me by surprise. It was basically a bar and dance floor with a twist. It became apparent almost immediately that this was the area the regulars frequented. People sat on plush leather lounges or kneeled on sumptuous ornate cushions. Some stood at the bar, some were dancing, and some were obviously mingling and 'playing the field'.  Some of them were clothed, and some were less so.

"What is this place?" I half shouted to Claudio.

"This is where people come for some fun!" he roared, before disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

"Look out!" said Chantelle, laughing and pointing.

At that moment I was almost knocked over by a flying Josephine. She jumped into me with her arms wide and I had barely enough time to adjust and catch her. Fortunately I did and I held her in my arms grinning. I don't know why but she kissed me strongly and mouthed the words, "I missed you", before wriggling free and standing before me blushing madly.

"I think I've had a bit to drink Sir!" she yelled a bit too loudly.

"So I see," I said loud enough for her to hear, with a big grin on my face. 

"Come with me!" Chantelle beckoned over the din. Josephine grinned up at me and hooked her arm in mine. We followed Chantelle between the bar and the dance floor into the back corner of the Dungeon.

A waiter, sans shirt, picked up the reserved sign from the table to which Chantelle had led us, and rushed off with drink orders. In moments he returned and we settled in to watch the crowd with drinks in hand. Josephine leaned into me, pressing her breast against my arm.

"May I sit in your lap, Sir?!" 

For some reason I glanced at Chantelle, who nodded ever so slightly. I leaned into Josephine's ear and spoke more softly.

"Of course you may, it would be my pleasure." 

She giggled with a girlish smile and clambered onto my lap. I slid my arms around her as she sat upright and looked first at Chantelle, who smiled, then at me. I did likewise.

"What's the time?!" she yelled too loudly.

I looked at my watch. It was almost ten o'clock. I wondered briefly where the time went.

"Almost ten!"

"Great! Watch!"

We sat and watched the writhing bodies on the dance floor and the comings and goings from the bar. Minutes ticked by and Josephine seemed to be getting more and more excited. I wondered for the umpteenth time what was going on. Chantelle just shrugged. Suddenly the music stopped and a big cheer went up from the crowded floor. Josephine cheered too and clapped while bouncing in my lap. I looked across at Chantelle. She just smiled.

Then all hell broke loose.

A loud gong of a bell tolled and people started rushing everywhere. Then another gong and I realised only about half the people were actually doing the rushing. Another bell tolled and men and women were kissing and cuddling. Another bell and then another, with some people kissing others shoes, some kneeling before others and caressing the standing one. Josephine looked at me and leaned into me, kissing me hard and reaching down between her legs to stroke between mine.

I immediately felt myself start to respond to her insistent and urgent caresses as another bell gonged. She sucked my tongue hotly into her mouth and my cock thickened further. Another bell tolled and she moaned into my mouth and gripped my hardening cock firmly. I was lost in her aggressive behaviour and was shocked and excited. Another bell tolled and Josephine sat upright, her chest heaving, and her hands on my shoulders. She smiled at me and the room burst into cheers. Chantelle too was clapping and whooping. I looked around and no one was looking at me. I wondered what just happened.

The music started again, just as loud as before, and everyone started dancing and mingling like nothing happened! I was momentarily distracted when I thought I saw a familiar face in the crowd on the dance floor, but I figured I was mistaken. 

Chantelle leaned into my ear and spoke loudly.

"Ten at Ten!"

"What?"

"Ten at Ten!! Ten seconds at ten o'clock for the submissives to do what they want!"

I just shook my head and laughed.

Chantelle laughed too.

"Let's get out of here!" I yelled.

"Huh?!"

"I said, let's get out of here!!"

"Good idea!"

Chantelle stood and took my hand. She whispered something to Josephine, who pouted and skipped off into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. I waved to her when she looked back over her shoulder. She winked at me before disappearing.

I felt a little like a puppy being led. Chantelle negotiated her way through the crowd while dragging me along behind her. Of course everyone was parting before her, which gave me a last opportunity to scan the crowd as we were leaving.

Then I saw her.

It was Annie. From the office. She was turned sideways and didn't see me. I was certain it was her. She looked different. Her blonde hair was up in spikes. She had her arms around a guy who seemed to be talking into her ear. He was tall but bent over, and I couldn't see his face.

I wanted to stop and make sure it was her, but Chantelle was oblivious, and continued towards the bottom of the stairs. Looking back over my shoulder, trying to maintain a visual on Annie, the guy stood up and smiled at her. It was Claudio.

Once again I found myself wondering what was going on. As the music faded and Chantelle and I ascended the stairs, I surprised myself by realising I wasn't intrigued at all by Annie's presence in the Domina Flagrante.

What surprised me was that she was dancing with Claudio.

Chantelle and I reached the top of the stairs and she pushed the large doors open ahead of her. As the doors closed and the thumping base was muted, we both looked at each other and laughed.

"It's mad down there!" I exclaimed.

"It's the Dungeon!" Chantelle grinned.

I shook my head and smiled at her. "Did you see who Claudio was dancing with?"

"I didn't see Claudio at all once he left us..."

"He was dancing with a girl from my work."

"Oh... that might be awkward."

"I'm not worried about being recognised by her if that's what you mean."

We'd begun walking back towards the bottom of the main staircase. It led to her office and I guessed we were heading there.

"What is her name?" Chantelle asked as she swung around the balustrade.

"Annie... Annie Wilkinson."

"Okay... submissive, cute, short blonde, nothing special, tight little ass though."

"Yeah, that's her."

"She's been a member here for two years Roger."

"I wonder how she can afford it."

"I don't ask..."

I really wanted to ask what else Chantelle knew about her, but as we reached the top of the stairs and caught our breaths for a moment, there was a thud and a muted scream from the first door in the corridor leading to Chantelle's office.

"Um..." said Chantelle, as she turned and trotted the five yards to the door. She withdrew her black master card from a concealed pocket in her tight skirt and slid it through the lock on the door and it whirred open.

Looking at her straining her neck into the room and on one foot due to the balancing act she was doing, I started to think, "God, she is so gorgeous."

She had a short conversation with someone in the room then beckoned for me to follow and pushed the door open wider. It was pretty dark inside actually, not like a Medical Room at all, but there were a few lights surrounding the medical table we were heading towards.

Chantelle whispered in my ear. "This is the Medical Room. As you can see, we have tattooists here, as well as piercers, and of course this room can also be used as a playroom."

I was wide eyed as the door whirred shut behind us, and Chantelle led me over to a young woman prone on the table, her legs up in stirrups while the buzz of a tattooist's needle worked between her legs.

"Hello Gloria, I see you are having some more work done."

We stood beside her and I couldn't make out what the tattooist was doing, except it was words, rather than an image, he was tattooing.

"Yes Ma'am, Michael wishes to... ouch! heyyy... take it easy."

The tattooist looked up from his work and eyed us standing and watching.

"Andre, this is Roger."

Andre pulled the medical mask down off his face.

"Pleased to meet you Roger," he said before repositioning the mask and turning back to his task.

"I kicked him before. He fell off his chair!"

Andre rolled his eyes at me.

"What does it say?"

A large figure strode towards us from outside the light illuminating the girl's torso and I almost went to stand between he and Chantelle. But just before I did, Chantelle introduced us.

"Roger, this is Michael. Michael was kind enough to allow us to observe."

"Hello Michael."

"Greetings Roger, pleased to meet you."

God he was a huge man. All tattoos and beard. I thought he looked like Santa Claus meets the Hell's Angels. He stood a few inches taller than me and was 60-70 lbs heavier. But you wouldn't know it from his voice. He was so quietly spoken I had to strain to hear him, while my eyes flicked back between Gloria's legs.

"It's ok Roger, you can look. She is such a showoff, the little slut."

I turned my head to try to make out what was being tattooed but couldn't decipher it.

"It says, 'His Slut', if you were wondering."

I watched as the 'L' took shape under Andre's practiced hand. 

"I see," I replied.

Why anyone would want "His Slut" tattooed over their pubic bone was beyond me, but Gloria provided somewhat of an answer.

"It was either that or a butterfly, and I already have a butterfly," she explained through clenched teeth.

Michael by now was standing beside us, also looking down on Gloria. 

"Pinch your nipples."

"Yes Sir," replied Gloria, and reached up, pinching her nipples without hesitation.

"She's to be punished after this too," Michael went on. "I wanted, 'Michael's Slut', but she wouldn't have it. Sounds like a fair trade to me, eh Roger?" He poked me in the ribs.

"Um, yeah, sounds like it." I looked at Chantelle, completely clueless once again.

She slipped her arm in mine and pulled me down to her ear.

"They've only been together a couple of months."

I nodded. I still didn't know why Gloria would want such a delicate area tattooed.

"Oh, god." It was Gloria, still pinching her nipples hard, and her eyes were closed, her head lolling from side to side on her shoulders.

"Here she cums again," said Andre.

Michael quickly moved around behind us and stood leaning over Andre, holding Gloria's knees down in the stirrups.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"Okay," said Andre.

"Ohhh godd, fuckkkkk...."

Michael shook his head and winked at me.

"She's such a dirty girl."

Chantelle and I stood side by side watching and I felt her hand slide into mine as Gloria writhed and came as she was tattooed. I'd never seen anything like it, and thought I never would again.

"Seen enough Roger?" Chantelle asked.

"Um, yeah. Thanks Michael."

"No problem. Nice meeting you."

"Thank you again Michael. We appreciate it," said Chantelle.

"Welcome Chantelle, anything for you."

Gloria still had her eyes closed, and her nipples crushed between her fingers. She was muttering something under her breath, so I figured she wouldn't mind if I left without saying goodbye.

I took one more look at her, and smiled. Amazing.

Chantelle squeezed my hand and led me to the door. I didn't look back.

We walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her office and she let us inside.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 04



"Drink Roger?"

"Love one. Thanks."

She proceeded to mix a brace of drinks before dropping ice into them and handing me one. 

"What did you think?"

"I think that's gotta hurt, right on the bone like that..."

"I'm sure it does," she replied.

"I don't know what would posses a woman to do something like that."

"Don't underestimate Gloria, Roger." Chantelle motioned me to follow her through the curtains into her private area. I smiled as she turned the lights up for me. Such a barbaric room. I looked around and found I could identify almost everything in the room. Not like the last time.

"Well, I guess it wasn't too bad. I mean she came didn't she?"

"Yes, and it probably wasn't the last time. Gloria adores her pain, she really loves it."

"Sounds like you know her well Chantelle."

"She works here."

"Oh, okay."

We sat sipping our drinks at either end of her plush leather lounge, before Chantelle motioned to me.

"Come on, sit closer to me Roger."

"Sure," I said, and sidled up to her.

She sat her drink down on the table beside her and put her hand on my leg, turning towards me and looking into my eyes.

"Did it turn you on?"

"Um, you mean the Medical Room?"

"Mhmmm."

"Well, I guess so. A bit. I mean it was pretty bizarre."

"Not exactly your cup of tea then..."

"No, um, not really."

Chantelle was brushing down my thigh with her open hand, then back up with her nails. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle?

Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it. I was hoping my cock wasn't too prominent in my pants. I mean, Chantelle was beautiful, but I knew she wasn't right for me. 

"You need a man, Chantelle." I had my back facing her, giving myself a few more seconds.

"I have one right here." 

I turned around, and she was inches from me, her arms reaching up around my neck.

"I don't know..." I started, before my words were cut off by her kiss.

One hand gently held the side of my neck, while the other slid into my hair, pulling me firmly down to her. Her lips were soft and warm. They parted and I kissed her and she slid her moist tongue into my mouth. The tip of it swirled around my tongue, and my cock reversed direction. 

I closed my eyes, reeling in the sensations. Her nails on my neck. Her tongue hotly playing with mine. Her breath, warm and sweet. Halting in her passion. I was stunned by her eagerness. What had come over her? I brought my hands slowly up over her hips. I could feel her smooth skin through the thin skirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing underwear. 

My hands came to rest on her waist and held her against me. She moaned softly. Her tongue was so soft. She tasted like honey. I felt her fingers starting to slide my tie undone. Her kiss was becoming frantic and her fingers fumbled. A flush of pleasure spread through my body, and my cock was becoming steel hard. What was I doing?

"Chantelle," I moaned, the words crushed between our lips. "Chantelle, please."

"It's just sex Roger," she whispered breathlessly. She kissed me hard again, tightening her grip in my hair and pulling at my tie in frustration.

"No it's not," I said and pressed her hips away from me gently.

She held me tight, trying to kiss me more, but in an instant we both knew the moment had passed.

She still held me, one hand in my hair and the other holding my tie like a leash, but her eyes softened. She stopped being so insistent and looked up at me through her lashes and smiled, showing her teeth.

"Can I just feel it again?"

"I'm not going to run away," I grinned.

She turned her body a little, separating us down one side and let go of my tie. She smiled at me then looked down. She placed her hand over my cock, squeezing its rock solid hardness gently.

"I haven't had a cock in so long. How can you not want to? God you are so hard."

"I do want to... you are beautiful and very sexy."

I was speaking to the top of her head. She was watching her hand, holding and gripping my cock through my pants. She looked up at me, and we spoke in hushed tones.

"You are beautiful Roger, that's why I wanted you to fuck me." She still held and caressed my cock gently.

"It won't happen like this Chantelle. If I have you, it won't be like this. I want more than this. Maybe more than you can give."

"You have incredible self-control Sir... and a beautiful cock." She gave it a final soft squeeze while looking into my eyes then scraped her nails across it. I shuddered a little and felt precum pulse to the tip.

"I want this. This closeness and openness and friendship. With you. With you Chantelle. I've never met anyone like you. Anyone even remotely like you. I need your guidance. I need your friendship and your guidance so much."

"Oh Roger," she slid her arms around my waist and hugged her body against me. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I lifted her face to mine. God her lips were luscious. "It's not every day a guy like me gets an offer like that from a woman like you."

"You need to get out more," she smiled.

"I think you're right," I smiled back.

Though I remained half-hard, I was able to sit comfortably when Chantelle took my hand and led me back to the couch. We sat at either end again, our bodies turned slightly toward each other and smiling like teenagers caught necking.

"Can I hold your hand while I tell you something Roger?"

I reached for her hand and moved a little closer. 

"You are by far the most impressive man I have ever met in my life."

"Oh, come o.."

"Hush."

I hushed... and blushed.

"You are charming and innocent. Worldly and untouched by the world. Sensitive and yet so so strong. You are physically imposing, and yet unthreatening. You listen like no other man I have met. And when you speak I can't help but listen."

"Chantelle, I um.."

"You must make me a promise." She was kidding but she was wagging a finger at me.

I smiled at her.

"What is it?"

"I want you to promise me you'll talk to me about who you are with. I want to make sure no one spoils you."

"All right. I promise."

I got up to get my drink from the side table across the room. I could feel her eyes on me.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Just getting this... I almost forgot where I put it..."

I turned around and jiggled my drink, making the ice clink against the side of the glass. Chantelle smiled at me and sipped hers. I took another look around the room and one piece of "furniture" intrigued me. It was made of wood and had pieces sticking out of it and cushioned parts here and there.

"I had that custom made," Chantelle said.

"What is it?"

"I call it 'porky', short for porcupine."

" 'cause of all the bits sticking out?"

"Yes. Okay, not very imaginative."

"You know, at first glance, I was thinking what on earth could you do with this... now I'm thinking, 'think of the possibilities'."

Chantelle just smiled.

Looking over at her I noticed the three whips mounted up on the wall behind her. Actually it was two floggers flanking a whip. I thought it was sort of 'arty', how they were arranged. I walked back over toward her and stood a couple of feet in front of her.

I pointed up at the whip and floggers.

"Where does one buy these kinds of things?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Chantelle finished the drink in her hand, and stood and turned to the wall. She reached out and took down one of the floggers.

"You can buy cheap stuff from sex shops of course. Stuff that might not last, or might break, or worse, malfunction. I mean sex shops are fine for things like vibrators, buttplugs and handcuffs, but when it comes to stuff like this," she ran the tails of the flogger through her fingers lovingly, "floggers, whips, leather cuffs, crops etc, it's best to go with an expert. Someone connected to the merchandise. Then it's likely they'll explain how to maintain it, and fix it if necessary."

I figured one would have to look after anything made of leather, so I nodded.

"Here."

She passed the flogger to me. I looked over it closely. I noted the herringbone style handle, the light weight, and the supple tails, of which there were many.

"It's beautiful."

"It's yours."

"Chantelle, I think you have given me enough."

"Roger, I have ten more of them in storage. I buy them in bulk. It's no problem." She winked.

"This is awkward. Please let me pay for it. I already feel indebted to you, Chantelle. "

She sighed. "Silly boy... okay, I'll put it on your tab."

"I have a tab?"

"You do now."

"Thanks Chantelle. I'll never forget this night."

"Nor will I Roger. I'll always remember it as the night I almost fucked you."

I blushed a little and felt warm. 

"I'll probably be kicking myself by the time I get home," I smiled.

"I hope so," she smiled back. "Finished your drink?" she asked, holding out her hand for my glass.

"Yes thanks." I passed her the glass and looked down at the flogger in my hands, further admiring it. "I can't just walk out of here with this in my hands."

"Inside you might get mobbed... outside you might get arrested. Actually, I have some nice carry cases in storage too, but I think Adrian put them downstairs somewhere... Why don't you leave it here for now? If you visit tomorrow, or tomorrow evening, or even if I don't see you till Saturday night, I'll have it all organised for you. I'll put a crop in too."

"You are too good to me."

Chantelle smiled and held her arms out to me. I went to her and we embraced. She kissed my cheek, and I kissed hers.

"I need good friends Roger, and in you, I know I have chosen well."

"I'm humbled by your confidence in me."

"Oh stop it. Go on, get outta here. You know the way out. I have, um, something to take care of." She winked and sucked a finger. 

I knew what she meant. I had been thinking the same thing. God, I almost wavered. But I held on.

"Now look who's being cute... I'll see you soon Chantelle."

"Call me tomorrow and I'll let you know if everything is 'go' for Saturday night."

"I will." I smiled at her as she walked me to the door and handed me my suit jacket.

I pulled it on over my shoulders while I stood outside the door. 

"Talk to you tomorrow."

"I hope so Roger." She looked so sexy leaning in the doorway.

I turned around and started walking down the corridor. The door clicked behind me. I felt strangely relieved. 

Like I'd avoided making a mistake. 

As I walked down the corridor, I remembered to look above each of the doors, to see what each room was called. They all had small signs over them, like the Medical Room. The first sign said "Class Room". It was on my left. I turned and looked up. "Auditorium". Then "Bath Room" on the left, and "Gym Room" on the right. Then just before the end of the corridor, there was "Training Room" on the left, and "Medical Room" on the right.

I just shook my head. I couldn't even imagine what might be going on behind those doors. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down into the foyer. An occasional couple left the salon, heading for home I guessed. I put my hand on the banister and walked slowly down the staircase. I felt surprisingly clearheaded. No doubt because I hadn't actually drunk that much.

I looked at my watch and it was almost midnight. At the bottom of the stairs I heard the 'thump thump thump' of the music coming from the Dungeon. For a fleeting moment I thought I might head down there. I wondered if I could catch up with Annie. Then I thought it might be useful to keep to myself the knowledge of her membership here. For now at least. Then I remembered she was dancing with Claudio. Ahhh! "Too many questions."

I headed for the exit, thinking I could do with an early night.

"You weren't going to leave before saying goodbye were you Sir?"

Annie? I spun around to see Josephine, standing at the entrance to the salon alone, and looking ravishing.

"Josephine. I'm happy to see you." Such a pretty girl. She reminded me of a secretary I had in my old life. Her height was the only average thing about her. Her black hair was tucked behind her ears and she had her hands clasped behind her back. She noticed me looking her up and down and her big brown eyes turned down to the floor as I walked up to her.

"Have you enjoyed your evening Sir?" she asked with her head bowed.

"It's been very... interesting... you may look at me Josephine."

"Thank you Sir," she looked up at me, "I'm glad Sir."

"Why are you glad?"

"Um, lots of reasons Sir. But I'm mostly glad you enjoyed your evening."

"Well, I better get going. I promised myself an early night."

"Sir?"

"Yes Josephine?"

"Um, Sir, can you give me a lift Sir? It's not far."

"Sure. It would be my pleasure."

She almost jumped up and down she was so excited. She beamed at me and slid her arm through mine.

"I hope you don't mind riding in a piece of junk."

"Will you be in it?"

"I will be."

"Then I don't mind."

She giggled and held my arm tight as we passed by Adrian at the exit.

"Night Mr. Moore."

"Good night Adrian."

Outside, we walked down the street toward my car. "People are going to talk aren't they?" I asked.

Josephine looked up at me with those sexy big brown eyes. 

"I hope so!"

Her apartment really was quite close. I pulled up in a space out the front and turned off the engine.

"Please come up for a nightcap Sir, please!"

I smiled. She had to be kidding. She was a forty year old's dream.

"I'd love to."

She bounced out of the car giggling, and ran up to the front door, fumbling with her keys. I locked the car and walked up beside her. As I arrived she managed to unlock the door and we stepped inside. She took me by the hand and led me to the elevators. When it arrived we stepped inside and she pressed 'six'.

As soon as the doors closed she turned to me and we looked at each other. Lust was in both of our eyes. I'd had more teasing tonight than I could take.

"You're going to fuck me aren't you Sir?" she whispered as she reduced the distance between us.

"I am."

We almost bumped into each other as we kissed passionately. Her little tongue darted all around my mouth before I pressed it back into her mouth with mine. Her hands held my back tightly and she wrapped a leg around the back of mine. She sucked hard on my tongue and it hurt. 

I brought my hands up to the sides of her face and pried her off me.

"You'll pay for that."

"I hope so," she whispered huskily.

Just as I kissed her again the elevator bounced at its destination and the doors opened.

"Come on!" she implored, and took my hand again, dragging me to her front door. Again she fumbled with her keys and almost dropped them.

"Give them to me."

She handed me the keys and as I tried each one, Josephine snuck her hand down to the front of my pants and gripped my cock through the fabric.

"Gee..." she breathed.

"You're not helping Josephine."

"Sorry Sir," she giggled, but kept right on massaging my cock.

The key finally turned and I pushed open the door.

Josephine ran in ahead of me and into her bedroom I guessed. In moments soft jazz music was playing and Josephine called out for me to make myself at home. I walked around the small apartment, removed my jacket and laid it over the back of the couch. I slid open the sliding door to the balcony and stepped out onto it. It was a beautiful night. Still and cloudless.

"Can I get you anything Sir?"

I turned around and went silent. Josephine had changed into a pair of tiny black lace tanga panties and that was it. My eyes trailed down her lovely body and I noticed she was standing on her tip toes.

"I think I have everything I need right here," I replied.

She squealed and rushed into my arms. 

"God I'm so horny," she whispered between kisses.

I picked her up and carried her inside in my arms, straight into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Her natural olive skin looked almost coffee coloured in the half light. She stretched languidly and arched her back. I stood at the end of the bed and untied the knot in my tie and undid my shirt. Looking down on her, I hardly found the space in my brain to feel self conscious. I mean, the panties were so sexy. But I wanted to see all of her.

"Take off your panties."

"Yes Sir," she whispered.

She turned the bottom half of her body sideways and brought her knees up. Then she slowly wound her panties over her ass and down her legs. I got a tantalising glimpse of her pussy before she turned around and got up on her knees on the bed. 

There before me she knelt. 

Hands by her sides. Her eyes looking into mine and her lips slightly parted. She slowly drew her tongue across them. Her legs were open a little and her tiny pussy was shaved bare. The nipples I had dreamed about just last night were hard and crinkled beautifully.

"God you are beautiful."

"Thank you Sir," she smiled, eyes sparkling.

I folded my shirt loosely and dropped it to the floor. I stood back up and wanted to just drink her in for a moment. I stood with my hands on my hips and was suddenly struck with the knowledge that I was standing over my first submissive.

I felt a warm flush tremble through my body. Adrenaline flowed through my veins like electricity. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I cursed for leaving the flogger at the Domina Flagrante. I never even thought of it.

"May I ask you a question Sir?"

"Yes."

"I like the way you look at me Sir, but what are you thinking about?" she grinned.

"I'm a little awestruck I guess."

"Not sure what to do with me?" she giggled.

"I feel like just looking at you for a moment."

She tipped her head forward and spoke down at the bed.

"Then tell me to be quiet Sir."

"Be quiet Josephine."

"Yes Si..." 

I held my hand up to halt her and she did. She had followed my hand with her eyes, and was smiling wickedly and biting her lip. 

"Don't speak. If I ask you a question, only nod your head if the answer is yes, shake it if it is no."

She nodded her head, and continued to smile. I walked around and up one side of her bed. Her eyes followed me but she kept her head and body facing the foot of the bed. 

I reached out and under her chin, turning her face up and toward me. I looked into her eyes. The reflections of light in her eyes looked like a hundred stars. Her skin was almost flawless.

"Come closer."

She nodded and turned her body a little and moved closer to me on her knees. She kept her fingers pointed down and her hands resting against the outside of her smooth thighs. 

Every movement about her seemed well practiced.

"Stand up and put your hands behind your head."

She nodded and stood up on her bed. She brought her arms up and clasped her fingers together behind her head. She even seemed to arch her back. Sweet Jesus.

"Move your feet a little apart."

There she stood, facing me, standing on her bed near the edge, with her hands clasped behind her head. She was no more than about twelve inches from me. I looked up into her eyes. She stood about a foot taller than me.

"Don't move." 

She nodded.

My eyes trailed down her body, down the smooth skin of her neck, over the curve of her shoulders and followed the slope of each breast to each prominent nipple. I reached my hands up and stroked them softly with my fingertips. Josephine let out a soft sigh and her left thigh trembled. I looked up into her eyes.

"You like this don't you?"

She nodded. 

We stared into each others eyes as I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and squeezed them lightly. My grip tightened and I gently twisted them. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She arched her back further and inhaled sharply. A fierce blush crept up her chest and neck. 




Den of Iniquity Ch. 04



I was pleased.

"You may speak when spoken to."

"Thank you Sir," she whispered, as her eyes opened.

"Did you want to be my first?"

"Yes Sir. Badly."

"Kneel."

She knelt with legs apart and looking up at me, hands still behind her head.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes Sir."

I reached between her legs and slid my fingers gently back and forth in her seeping dew.

"So you are. Tell me why you wanted to be my first."

"May I be honest with you Sir?" she asked, eyes downcast, watching my hand between her legs. 

"I want your honesty Josephine." I leaned one bended knee on the bed and moved closer to her. 

"I didn't really mind if I wasn't your first. I've just wanted you since I met you."

"You were the star in my first submissive fantasy." 

I started to swirl my thumb over her clit and smoothly slid two fingers into her very hot, very wet pussy. I left them in deep, tightly clasped by the pulsing heat of her. I could feel ripples of tension flutter up and down my fingers each time my thumb brushed over the most sensitive tip of her clitoris.

Josephine moaned louder and tried to quiet herself by biting her lip. Her head was back and leaning a little to the side. Her eyes were long since closed.

"Please..." she managed at last.

"Please what?" I replied simply.

"Please Sir, I ummm... please turn the music up a little, Sir. I'm... umm... I'm a bit loud." She giggled and blushed beautifully. I smiled and slid my wet fingers from her and pushed them into her mouth. She moaned and her eyes closed again. She sucked my fingers and I felt her tongue moving all over them.

When she was done I smiled and stood up beside the bed again. I walked over to the stereo and turned it up a little.

I turned around. She was watching me intently.

"You can put your arms down now."

"Can I touch myself?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"...Sir?"

We smiled at each other.

"Yes. I'd like that. Actually, turn around on all fours. Look over your shoulder at me."

She turned around and bent at the waist, putting out her hands and catching herself from falling. She brought her legs up under herself and spread them widely. Arching her back, she presented her upturned ass delightfully.

She looked back at me and reached under herself, sliding her fingers back and forth over her cunt.

"Is this what you wanted, Sir?"

She was swaying her ass from side to side as she looked back at me. I was a little mesmerised I must admit. She was pressing so firmly against herself, her soft lips pulled and pushed and curled under her fingers.

But I could also see how shiny her fingers quickly became as she sawed back and forth through her flesh. 

"Push two fingers from your other hand into your cunt."

She groaned with lust and put her chest on the bed, reaching back under herself and pushing two fingers deep into her pussy. 

I'd had about as much as I could take and rubbed my cock through my pants. I couldn't believe how hard I was. I couldn't believe I hadn't even noticed! I undid my belt and dropped my pants and boxers. I stepped out of them and stood beside the bed.

"Back up to the edge."

Josephine was in a world of her own. But my words penetrated and she rose up on her hands again, gazing back at me over her shoulder and through the sexual haze she was in. Her eyes met mine, then ran down my body to my cock.

"Yessss... fuck me please Sir, fuck me now!"

She backed up so her feet hung off the edge and her ass was at the perfect height. Her fingers were still moving firmly back and forth between her legs and I could see a droplet of moisture dangling from her fingertip, threatening to fall. 

"Stop."

She stopped almost immediately. 

"Clean your fingers."

She put both fingers into her mouth and I felt myself go weak at the knees. She sucked them clean and her ass trembled. 

"Please Sir... god... it hurts... please... please fuck me now... I need it.. I have to cum..." Her eyes were ablaze.

"Shut up Josephine." 

I mounted the bed behind her and slapped her ass once.

She jumped and hadn't expected it.

"Ughhh!"

Her whole body shuddered. She was going to cum.

"Pinch your clit and don't let go till I say stop!"

As soon as she did, her whole body went rigid and I gripped one of her hips in my hand. Aiming my cock with my other hand, I pressed against her cunt and slid half way into her. She moaned loudly and I wrapped my hand around her mouth. I pulled her head back and she moaned much louder into my palm as I slid home.

I started fucking her at a furious pace. My hip bones were banging against the firm flesh of her ass. My balls were wet and they swung and slapped against her on each thrust. I realised I was gritting my teeth as I held on to her shuddering body.

"Give me your hands. Face into the bed."

She knelt up, reached behind herself and I took her wrists in my hands. I held onto her as she leaned forward until her chest then face leaned on the bed. Then I started to really fuck her. I got into a rhythm and she was bouncing off my hips. Josephine moaned into the bed and started cursing. I felt her cunt grip tight along the length of my cock.

I groaned and cum boiled in my balls as fiery bolts of pleasure shot out from my groin. A wave of hot cum seemed to start from my toes and gather speed. I let go of one wrist and started spanking her ass. She was hanging limply on one side and being fucked like a rag doll. She suddenly went half rigid in my hands and came again. I was pounding into her and all she could do was moan each time I struck her ass. 

A triumphant groan flew from my mouth as cum flew from my cock. My cock throbbed and pulsed deep in her cunt. I gripped her ass with both hands and banged hard against her. My own body went stiff as a board as my cock throbbed madly inside her, shooting thick ropes of cum.  My skin prickled and I felt like I might never stop trembling. 

I finally opened my eyes and let my head loll forward to look down on her. I licked my lips. My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk. My fingers had left marks where I had gripped her ass. She had turned her body and was looking up at me. 

My cock slid from her as I collapsed on the bed beside her. I rolled onto my back looking up at the ceiling wide-eyed.

"That was unbelievable."

Josephine molded herself to my side and gently tugged at my chest hairs. She kissed one of my nipples, then looked into my eyes.

"I'm speechless Sir."

She laid her head on my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair, softly scratching her scalp while I stared at the ceiling. Her hair smelled like lavender. We lay there and minutes passed.

Finally I spoke.

"What happens now?"

Author's Note: Thanks again to rachel for more excellent editing.

Also, please vote! Your judgment inspires me! 



Den of Iniquity Ch. 05



"What happens now?" I asked.

"Well it kind of depends..." Josephine whispered.

"On what?" 

"On what you want to do..."

"You've got to help me out here Josephine..."

We were lying on her bed in her apartment. I was twirling a few strands of her hair in my fingers. She was lying beside me with her head on my chest, caressing my naked stomach. She was talking to my cock. Or at least that's what it looked like from my vantage point.

"Well Sir, if you have things to do and need to get going, you should say so... I'm not a clingy submissive... I won't make you stay..."

"I have the day off tomorrow. I mean I have a few things to do, but nothing urgent."

"If you wanted to stay the night with me, Sir, you should ask."

I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I think that would be presumptuous. Besides, I wouldn't want the rejection," I laughed nervously.

She giggled. "Now who's being presumptuous?" 

Josephine rearranged herself so her right hand was taking the weight of her head, leaning on her elbow. Her left hand was moving steadily lower. The light scratches of her nails just below my navel were causing my cock to rouse and thicken. She looked steadily into my eyes and whispered.

"If you asked me if you could stay tonight, I would say no."

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, then added, "I mean, can you tell me why?"

She blushed. "Honestly Sir, you must be crazy. You were wonderful and you can rest assured you were better than er, quiet a few of the Dominants I've had in the past. In fact, I'd love to help you learn the ropes," she giggled, "um, so to speak."

"Would you? So you'd have me back, um... if... ah... this conversation is really strange ya know."

She smiled at me. "You mean... really open and honest?"

I nodded.

"Different isn't it?" she asked rhetorically, gently dragging her nails the length of my half hard dick.

Different? I always thought I did okay with the ladies when I was young and single. But never had I met someone like Josephine, or had a similar conversation, 'assessing my skills'.

"What I meant was, god how do I say this..." I took a deep breath. "I'd really like to come back some time and, um, practice on you. God I can't think of a better way to say it."

"I would be honoured Sir..." she grinned. "In fact, why don't you come over after three tomorrow and we can have some fun?"

"But not stay overnight..."

She kissed the tip of my nose.

"I have a flower shop to run, and a delivery first thing in the morning."

"Oh." 

She smiled at me.

"Are you surprised?

"That you run a flower shop?"

She nodded.

"On a scale of one to ten? About a seven I guess." I grinned.

"You might be surprised how many submissives, both male and female, actually work in positions of authority. I guess it's kind of like a rebound effect."

My mind conjured up Chantelle calling me 'Sir', and admiring my cock.

"Is it like they want to balance their hectic and responsible lives with a period where they lack responsibility, a time when they lack control?"

"Ooooo... well said Sir, yes that's about right."

"Interesting."

She smiled. "Why's that?"

"Well it means just about anyone in the world could be a sub doesn't it..."

She nodded. "Just about. Do you want to hear my theory? It's not about gender. It's about dominance and submission."

"Hmmm, ok I'm game, what's the theory?"

"Well, in dominance and submission, we have a basic truth. All the people in the world fit on a sliding scale where at one end one has the 'Dominant', and at the other end the 'submissive'. Everyone in the world is somewhat dominant and somewhat submissive, depending on the time and place. So everyone fits somewhere on this sliding scale. Vanilla people are somewhere around the middle. Dominants and submissives are at either end. That's my theory. Do you like it?"

"Sounds good to me. Jeez, I haven't really thought about it like that. I like that."

"Thank you Sir," she blushed. "So it's not about gender or sexism, it's just about dominance and submission."

"I guess that explains you and Chantelle."

"I shouldn't talk about Chantelle and I."

"Aw, go on... I'm so interested in what makes her tick."

"It would be gossiping. That's naughty."

"You're already naughty."

I sat up and faced her on my knees, flipping her onto her back. I only needed one hand to hold her in place while I started tickling her.

"I am not!" she squealed and laughed, trying to escape.

"Are so!" I tickled her ribs harder. She was squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

"Noooooo!!!"

"Tell me!"

I got on top of her and sat on her thighs, batting away her hands.

"Noooooo!!!"

I tickled her all over, faster and faster.

"Aahhhahahhahaaaahhaaaaa!!! Stop! Stop!"

"Not till you tell me!"

She was writhing and wriggling like a maniac, trying to escape my tickling clutches. Tears of laughter coursed down her cheeks.

"Stop ahhhhhh stop I'll tell you... nooooooo.....aahhahahhaaahahahaaaa..."

"Tell me now!"

"All right all right ooooo ahahahhaaaaaaahhahaaa I can't talk ahahahahahaaaaaaa..."

"Now!" I said, tickling her more and more.

"I lick her cunt! There I told you! I lick her cunt!!! oohhhhhh please stop ahahahahaaaaa... it hurts ahahahaaaa..."

I grabbed her wrists and held them down on either side of her head, against her pillow. She was breathing hard.

I whispered softly, "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" and smiled.

"I am not!" she whined, but her eyes sparkled.

"So you're a lying dirty little slut then?"

"Um..." 

Her chest was heaving and a sparkle of perspiration had risen on her top lip.

My cock throbbed and a bolt of pre-cum oozed from the tip onto Josephine's ribs. We both looked down to see my cock, hard and angry red, the tip wet with pre-cum, another drip dangling from the underside of the flaring head. I could only imagine what it looked like to her.

She spoke, staring wide-eyed at my cock. "What are you going to d..."

Before she even finished the sentence, I had raised myself up and pressed the head of my cock into her mouth. At first she feigned surprise but in a split second she moaned around my cock and began to suck avidly, her eyes closing and her cheeks hollowing.

I'd let go of one of her wrists and had pointed my throbbing cock into her mouth with my grip holding it half way up the rigid shaft. I smiled as I felt her hand curl around my ass cheek, trying to pull more of my cock into her mouth. I still had one of her wrists pinned to her pillow. I let go of my cock and felt it bend painfully as the head hit the back of her mouth. She put her hand on the front of my thigh and pushed me back until my cock popped free, swaying glistening in front of her eyes.

"I'll choke this way, Sir," she gasped. Her eyes were wild and she licked her lips.

"You like sucking cock don't you?"

"I like doing anything that pleases you, Sir," she panted.

"Answer the fucking question," I said, taking my cock in hand and pressing it across her lips.

"...yes... I like it..." she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, quickly sucking away the pre-cum that appeared.

"Good girl."

She looked up at me and sucked the head of my cock, her eyes bright and smiling. Her mouth curled at the edges and her tongue lapped at the tip of my cock, making me shudder.

"Oh yeah, you like to suck cock."

She nodded a little and pushed me out of her mouth again.

"I like sucking cock..." she whispered, sucking the head behind her teeth. 

"But you don't like choking..."

She shook her head a little, telling me 'no'. 

"And a different position would be better..."

She nodded, with her cheeks still hollowed, sucking with her hand still gripping my ass.

I kneeled up and my cock popped free straight out in front of me. "What do you suggest?"

She smiled softly and said, "I still might fail Sir..."

"Fail?"

"Well... I mean... you have a big cock, Sir."

"It's not that big." I'd seen huge cocks on the internet.

Her eyes smiled. "You have a big cock, Sir," she repeated.

"We'll just have to see then."

She grinned and slid around, her head hanging off the edge of the bed, straightening her throat. Her hands went down to her cunt, two fingers sliding straight inside. With the thumb of her other hand she started stroking up and down her clit.

"This is better! Fuck my mouth, Sir!"

I shook my head. "Oh yeah, you love it."

*****************************************************

An hour later I was lying on my own bed, staring at the ceiling. 

Dominants. Submissives. What was it she said? She's a smart girl, that Josephine. I felt my cock thicken and ache at the thought of her. 

Something about gender. 

"It's not about gender, it's about Dominance and submission." 

That was it. Interesting slant. I must ask Chantelle about that. 

I groaned. 

I'll have to tell her I fucked Josephine too. I wondered what she might say. 

I looked over at the clock. It was three o'clock in the morning. 

I was asleep in minutes.

The phone woke me in the morning. I wondered who it could be.

"Hello? Roger Moore speaking..." I answered, looking at the clock saying 9.00 A.M.

"Hello Mr. Moore. It's Angelo Terrazzo."

"Ah, Angelo, how are you?" I asked, sitting up and stretching.

"Just a courtesy call for one of my favourite customers, Sir. Your suit is ready."

"Thank you Angelo," I said, yawning, "I'll be there sometime today to pick it up."

"As you wish Mr. Moore, as you wish..."

"Please Angelo, call me Roger..." I heard yelling in the background.

"Ah okay, I gotta go Mr. Moore, my wife is driving me apples!"

"Ok, see you later Angelo." I shook my head.

The phone clicked and I went to hang it up. 

Did it click again? 

I was sure I heard it click again. I put it back to my ear. No, I must have imagined it. I hung it up and put the kettle on.

"Friday," I thought.

One day to go till the party.

I made my coffee and sat out on the balcony. I needed sunglasses it was so bright. I went inside to find them and the phone rang again.

"Hello? Angelo?"

Nothing. Not even breathing.

"Hello?" I asked. "Hello?"

"Must be a wrong number," I grumbled and hung up.

I found my sunglasses and was on the way back outside. The phone rang again.

"Hello? Roger Moore here, who's there?"

Nothing again. I rolled my eyes and hung up.

I'd only been sitting outside for five minutes, when the phone rang again.

I picked it up in a huff.

"Listen you stupid prick, if you keep this..."

"Roger?"

"Hello?" 

It was a female.

"Roger?" It sounded like Chantelle.

"Chantelle?"

"Yes it's Chantelle, how many others are there?"

"It depends what day it is," I smiled.

She chuckled.

"What was that all about?"

"Just a heavy breather, nothing to worry about."

"I see... look I rang to ask a favour."

"I'd be pleased to help if I can."

"Well I don't know if you'd want to do this. I um... I need an escort."

"I'll be there soon..."

"I mean I wouldn't ask if um, if Jonathan was here but well, it's his day off."

"I said I'd be there Chantelle."

"Roger you're a doll."

"When do you need me?"

"By midday."

"I'll be there by eleven thirty."

"My hero," she sighed.

"All right, all right... see you soon."

"Thanks Roger, I'll owe you one."

I hung up and wondered how I'd claim my pound of flesh. I chuckled to myself and wondered what might happen today.

An escort eh? That's about as far as I got with that thought. I simply could not think of what I might possibly be doing. My mind went blank. I shrugged and went back to my original thought as I sipped my coffee.

I better review the 'entertainment' Chantelle is organising. I didn't want to be embarrassed by what might go on, or to embarrass the partners. That might prove to be a problem. I wondered if I could find out about them. Gardner and Hammerstein. Hmmmmmm. Sylvia wouldn't help. What about Annie? Maybe Annie knew a bit about them. Then I could gauge what might be acceptable. I don't want this to be a big mistake. 

It was good I was seeing Chantelle. I felt like I needed to have a talk with her.

**************************************************

"Good morning Angelo," I said. The door had just closed behind me, striking its bell again.

"Mr. Moore, so good to see you. Come in, come in."

"I ah, just came in to change Angelo, I think I'll retire the suit I'm wearing."

"It's seen better days, Sir," he smiled.

"That's an understatement."

Angelo grinned. "One moment and I will be back with your suit. It's hanging in the storeroom, bagged and ready."

"Thanks so much Angelo. Very timely!" I raised my voice so he could hear me as he padded away.

"I heard you have a big party on tomorrow Sir. I think it better to have a new suit too."

"Well thank you Angelo, and be sure to thank your son Claudio too. I'm sure he had a hand in this."

"It's my pleasure Mr. Moore. Will that be cheque or charge?"

"Cheque please, Angelo. Tell me Angelo, you must make suits for all kinds of people."

"Indeed Sir, I have customers keep coming back 40 years now."

"My, that is impressive... Do you know Gardner and Hammerstein?"

"The lawyers? Sure I know him. Mr. Gardner, good customer, always telling stories."

"Stories?"

"Well, I just say, you keep clear of him. He's a peculiar man, Mr. Moore."

It didn't feel right grilling him so I thanked him for the advice and wrote out a cheque. I asked if there was somewhere I could change into my new suit. Angelo directed me to the changing area behind a curtain and I changed out of my battered old brown suit into a crisp, clean, new navy one. It was very expensive looking and the material had a sheen to it. I knew nothing about suits but I knew this was a damn good one. I was glad I had worn a white shirt and maroon tie. I looked down. Yes, the black shoes were perfect. I didn't feel silly wearing them now. I smoothed down the lapels as I turned in the small mirror and felt something in the inside pocket. I went to pull it out when Angelo pulled back the curtain and beckoned me out to look in the larger full length mirror. I left whatever it was in the pocket. It felt like an envelope.

"It looks great and it feels fantastic Angelo," I said, genuinely impressed.

"It's a good suit, Sir," he said, checking length and fit.

"Well, all I know is I've never looked better so, I thank you again Angelo."

"The suit fits Sir," he winked.

I grinned from the mirror to Angelo and back again.

"I have to get going, I have an appointment to meet."

"Very well, Sir. Enjoy your day compliments of Angelo Terrazzo."

I smiled and shook his hand warmly. 

"I owe you one Angelo."

"I'll remember that Mr. Moore."

I waved back at him as I left him in his dark store. 

Outside, the crisp autumn air invigorated me. I decided to make my way to the Domina Flagrante. I was running almost an hour early but like a moth to a flame, I found myself there, pressing the buzzer on the intercom.

"Good Morning and welcome to the Domina Flagrante. How may I help?"

"Hello Adrian, it's Roger Moore again."

"Mr. Moore, come in come in." The heavy oak door buzzed and whirred in its familiar way and slowly opened. "You're early, Sir. Mistress will be pleased," he grinned.

"Can't keep me away it seems, Adrian," I said honestly.

"Is that a new suit Sir? My, you do look dashing."

"Indeed it is. It's great isn't it? It's one of Angelo Terrazzo's."

I tugged at the sleeves and smoothed down over it. I remembered the envelope. I almost went to pull it out. I thought better of it and decided to take a look later.

"Could you let Chantelle know I am here, Adrian?"

"I certainly will Sir, but," he said leaning into me, "she probably knows already." Adrian nodded above his left shoulder and my eyes followed his to the shiny new surveillance camera. 

"All mod cons..." I said.

Adrian just winked.

"I'll be in the salon."

"As you wish Sir," he bowed.

I walked the few steps down the hallway to the entrance of the salon. It was early and there were only a few people in there. One older man was sipping coffee and reading a newspaper, half of it spread out on the chair beside him. There was also a couple sitting at the bar talking to the barman. I walked up to the bar and greeted the barman.

"Good morning."

"Hello Mr. Moore, I am Johnson. What can I tempt you with this fine morning?"

"Ah, good morning, Johnson." I had no idea how he knew my name. "I'd like an espresso and a glass of water, please."

"Can I interest you in a pastry Sir?"

"What do you have?"

"I'll bring a selection, Sir."

"Thank you Johnson."

"Would you like the paper Sir?"

"I would," I replied, "thank you."

"If you would like to get comfortable, I'll bring the paper right over."

I walked over to one of the low coffee tables near the window at the back of the salon.

I had barely taken a breath to relax before Johnson came over and handed me the paper. He never uttered a word, merely nodding when I thanked him. I watched as he went through the double doors beside the bar. I was scanning the front page when he returned with my espresso and the glass of water.

"Thanks again Johnson."

"You are welcome Sir."

Returning my attention to the paper, I opened it to pages two and three, and my jaw dropped. There on page three was a photograph of Sylvia Harper, with her hands up in front of her face, trying to avoid an obviously insistent photographer. She had done a good job concealing her identity. Fortunately for her, the paper had done the rest and placed a black shape over her face. She was almost impossible to identify, unless one recognised the Chanel suit she sometimes wore. And her stunning figure. But it was the headline that confirmed her identity in my mind.

"Society Wife In Political Scandal!"

I knew Sylvia was a rich widower and was definitely a "society wife". I read on incredulously.

"The Hallgate scandal took a new twist today as photographs depicting lewd acts involving a number of former and serving politicians and a society wife (pictured) allegedly surfaced. This reporter is yet to cite the said photographs, but a reliable source confirms their existence. Legal advice requires that we not divulge her identity.

"The Hallgate scandal, involving political payoffs allegedly originating from the office of (retired) Senator Ray Hall, are still under investigation. The link appears to be a high profile law firm here in the city."

I winced. They practically named her. And the law firm. The story continued...

"Rumours abound, but this reporter has it on good authority that photographs depicting the accused in group sex and bondage situations have been posted on the internet; however no evidence has been found to support that contention."

I put the paper down and I must have been ashen faced. Chantelle stood before me and for a moment I thought she was an angel. She wore a neck to floor sleeveless sculpted off white number with a diamond encrusted collar around her neck... and I thought I looked good!

"What's wrong? Are you all right?" she asked. Just then Johnson returned with a plate of pastries. Chantelle waved him away.

"Yes... yes, I'm fine, just..." I pointed to the paper and Chantelle floated around me to look over my shoulder. "I know her," I said, indicating the picture.

"So do I... I think I've seen her here before."

"God, that reminds me," I said, reaching for the inside pocket of my suit. I pulled out what did turn out to be an envelope, and placed it on the table. It had "Roger Moore" written on the front of it. "This could only be from Claudio. I bought this suit from his father this morning."

"I'm not so sure... it doesn't look like his handwriting..."




Den of Iniquity Ch. 05



We stared at the envelope.

"What do you think is in there?" Chantelle asked.

"I'm not sure if I want to know," I replied.

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

"What if I put it in my safe then?"

"Is it concealed?"

"Yes."

"Let's go."

We left the open paper strewn across the coffee table. We hurried upstairs past the exhibition rooms and both stood impatiently while Chantelle activated her doorway. We slipped quickly inside.

"Close your eyes," she insisted.

"Chantelle, I don't think that's necessa..."

"Just do it Roger."

"All right, all right..." I closed my eyes.

I heard her rummaging around and the metallic clunk clunk of a safe being opened and closed. 

"Okay, you can open now."

I opened my eyes and looked around. Okay maybe it was just as well. I couldn't see any evidence of where the safe was.

"Clever." 

She winked at me.

"Should we have a drink?"

I looked at my watch. 

"Don't we have somewhere to be?"

"Yes, we do, but not till two o'clock, and um, I have a confession to make..."

"You do?"

She grinned. "I ah... I put back your 3.00 P.M. 'appointment' to 7.00 P.M. and um, gave Josephine the night off."

"Oh... I guess that means I have a confession to make too."

"According to our deal, yes, you do." She winked.

"I think I'll have that drink now." I grinned.

"Good, because I also have a present for you..."

"Chantelle..."

"Don't worry, it's nothing I can't afford."

She picked up her pager and crinkled her nose. She pressed one of the buttons and in moments the buzzer to her office door went off.

She then pressed another button and I turned and watched the door slowly open.

My jaw dropped again. This was proving to be a stunning day. There stood Annie Wilkinson from work! She was wearing the sheerest off white silk shift a hot-blooded male could imagine. Her turgid nipples showed clearly through and she had even put on some make-up, which was unusual for the 'all-natural' girl she was. She looked better than she had last night! She was blushing and grinning like mad, and holding what looked like a wooden briefcase cradled in her arms in front of her.

"Hello Sir," Annie said. "I've brought your present."

I smiled and shook my head. "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I took a sick day Sir, you won't put me in, will you?" she winked.

"Somehow I don't think so," I winked back. "I'll have you know this is quite a pleasant surprise."

"It is for me too Sir," she blushed. "But when Mistress Chantelle calls and asks you to jump, you don't ask how high."

I smiled and looked across at Chantelle. She raised her glass to me.

"A toast to someone born to Dominance," she smiled.

I looked from Chantelle to Annie and back again. "What's going on?"

"Oh Roger. It's not fair, you are always two steps ahead of me, have a drink for god's sake." said Chantelle, passing me a scotch on the rocks.

Frankly I wished I knew what she was talking about, but I let the illusion remain. I raised my glass and sipped.

"Yes... this is quite a surprise," I grinned.

Chantelle nodded at Annie and she approached me. Christ she was stacked. I swear I never noticed how busty she was. It was a mere three or four steps towards me that she glided, but her breasts with their hardened nipples jiggled and drew my attention. I looked back up and Annie smiled into my eyes.

"I am taken aback by your beauty, Annie. You are quite a lot more than your office wear allows you to be."

She blushed as she smiled and kneeled down in front of me, the case still in front of her. Then she spoke...

"Sir, it is my great pleasure to present you with this case. Mistress Chantelle has informed me it is your first, and Sir, I can honestly say it is one of the greatest honours this girl has had bestowed upon her."

She bowed her head and raised the case upwards.

I looked from Annie to Chantelle, who mouthed the words "take it".

"Thank you Annie. I am a fortunate man to have such beauty surrounding me."

I reached out my hands and took the offered case. 

"The only question remaining is... what is it?"

I looked across at Chantelle and she was looking at Annie. She nodded to her and I saw Annie rise in the corner of my eye.

"Sir?" Annie asked.

I looked back at her, holding the case in my hands.

"Sir, if it would please you, this girl is at your.. um... disposal," she blushed crimson.

How my life could change so suddenly was beyond me.  For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I took everything in. Only a couple of days ago my life felt like it was drifting. Work, school, home, sleep. Just a never ending grind. Now I felt like I had a purpose. It was an intoxicating feeling.

I felt like a kid in a candy store. I almost rattled the case like a Christmas present. I figured Chantelle had spoken to Adrian, who retrieved a nice case for her, and she had popped in a flogger and crop for me. I mean... she said she would, and I remembered her saying so. But this seemed more ceremonial, and hell, I was loving it!

We were standing in the space between the door and Chantelle's desk and after quickly looking around, I thought, "Something is wrong with this picture."

"Chantelle," I said, looking at her, "let's move into your... jeez... what do you call your area back there?"

Chantelle smiled. "It's my 'study' silly boy." Annie giggled.

"Okay, let's retire to your study then."

Chantelle surprised me by responding, "As you wish Sir."

I impulsively reached for Annie's hand, which I took and squeezed in mine. Chantelle actually led us, opening and holding the curtain. 

I looked over my shoulder at Chantelle as we passed close by her. Her eyes sparkled.

She moved to her left and flicked a switch. Low lighting illuminated her study and the sound of waves crashing on beaches filled the background.

"Okay, okay, just hang on a sec..."

They both looked at me.

I hesitated a moment before plowing onward.

"Look, I don't know what you two had planned, but it's not gonna happen till I have some answers."

They looked at each other. Annie's face was grim. Chantelle just smiled.

"Chantelle?"

"Ask and you shall receive."

I thought a moment.

"Why is Annie here?"

"Annie is here because I know you like her and she admitted to me that she likes you."

I smiled at Annie and she blushed again.

"What are you doing standing?"

"Sir?"

"Get on your knees Annie."

"Yes Sir," she replied and eagerly did so. I was impressed. 

I turned my attention back to Chantelle.

"You know I fucked Josephine last night." 

I heard Annie gasp.

"I know you did more than just fuck her."

I raised my eyebrows, unsure of what to say.

"Well, let's just say you passed, Roger," she grinned.

I shook my head, suddenly conscious of Annie listening. I held out my free hand and Chantelle reached for it. I stepped toward her, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips to kiss the back of it. I knew Annie was watching us keenly.

"Roger, please, open the case and let's at least get past that." 

Now Chantelle was blushing too.

"All right..." I sighed mockingly and grinned at her. 

I walked the couple of steps back to the couch and sat on the edge if it, placing the case on the coffee table in front of me. Chantelle sat on the other end.

I popped the latches and opened the lid.

My eyes widened when I saw all of the objects in the case. Everything was tight and compact. Of course the beautiful flogger took pride of place, winding its way around the case. "God," I muttered, as my eyes flicked from item to item. There were maybe ten or twelve pieces! Not only that, but everything had its place. Everything was set in sculpted, red foam padding.

I glanced up at Chantelle. She just smiled. I wanted to protest. I really did. I just couldn't believe it was so full. I could barely tear my eyes from it.

As I scanned the open case before me, my grin grew. 

In the centre was a pair of steel handcuffs. "Always a Dom necessity," I thought. In each corner was a beautiful, padded, black leather cuff which I imagined were for wrists and ankles. I picked one up and admired it, running my fingers over its studs, while my eyes were drawn back to the case. 

I replaced the leather cuff I was holding and picked up a small box. Inside the box, according to the picture on its side, was a three-piece set of clamps, linked by chain, apparently for clit and nipples. I smiled as I looked at the picture. I don't think I would have recognised what they were otherwise.

I replaced the small box of clamps and picked up the crop from its place in the foam. I smiled at Chantelle as I hit the crop against my palm.

In the corner of my eye I saw Annie jump.

I looked across at her and she was blushing. I smiled and looked back into the case. All in all there were eleven pieces. Flogger, crop, four leather cuffs, steel handcuffs, clamp set, vibrator (with batteries!), dildo and buttplug.

"You really shouldn't have done this Chantelle," I said, smiling softly at her.

"Roger..." she hesitated for effect, "firstly, it's the least I can do. And secondly, I will give you anything I damn well please," she grinned.

"Well, I'm speechless. Thank you."

"You are welcome. There are a few things missing. A few lengths of rope are always handy, usually about twenty feet will do. I always find ben wah balls amusing, and a remote control vibrating egg is always fun. If you wander around an adult shop you might be surprised what catches your eye."

"I'll have to take your word for it Chantelle," I smiled. "I've never been inside one before."

"I'll give you a couple of business cards for ones you would enjoy... not tacky ones."

I just smiled and looked back down. I looked up at Annie and she was squirming.

"Ants in your pants Annie?"

"Um... no Sir," she said, stilling herself.

"I don't believe you. Give them to me. Stand up and take them off."

Annie's eyes flicked over to Chantelle then back to me. Chantelle chuckled.

"Oh Annie, you are so cute. What did you say when I told you Roger was learning to be a Dominant."

"Um," she said, standing up and reaching under her shift, "I um, I said I was surprised and I said I thought it was wonderful."

"And what did you DO when I told you?"

She blushed madly and looked at me while bending forward, sliding her thong down her thighs to drop past her calves to the floor. I could see her large breasts swing away from her as she did. She looked to Chantelle and answered.

"I jumped and clapped Mistress," she said in a quiet voice. 

She stood upright and stepped out of her thong. I'd never seen anyone blushing redder.

"Roger, I mean Sir... gosh, sorry... Sir, may I speak please... I'm dying here..."

"We wouldn't want that Annie. I have a few questions for you too. Go ahead and speak your peace."

She seemed a little taken aback that I was going to ask her some questions. She wrung her hands together and shifted her weight from foot to foot.

Annie was stalling and I looked quickly at Chantelle. "Should I chastise her?" I asked with my eyes. Chantelle made a small movement with her left hand that I instantly knew meant "wait a moment."

"Annie, we are waiting..." Chantelle said.

"Ohh... I'm sorry Mistress, Roger, oh Sir, I mean Mistress and Sir!" 

"It's okay Annie," I offered. "Honestly, you can ask me anything."

"Well, I just wondered if we could keep this private!" she blurted.

I furrowed my brow at her.

"I mean, 'Sir,' gosh, I'm really fucking this up." She slapped her hand across her mouth like she'd uttered a mortal sin and I laughed.

"Annie... If you mean, 'Sir, can we keep our involvement in this lifestyle private?', then I am in complete agreement."

She nodded and blushed anew. "Thank you Sir, I mean," she dipped her head and looked at the floor, " I don't want anyone else to know, but I really like you Sir, and I mean I really want to please you and everything." 

"You have already Annie. It's all right. You have already."

"Thank you Sir," she said, looking at me through her eyelashes and smiling. For a split second I wondered if she thought she'd hooked me. I shook away the improper thought and looked to Chantelle.

"Chantelle, do you have anything you would like Annie to respond to?"

Chantelle tore her eyes from Annie and looked over at me positively beaming. I thought I saw a worrisome sparkle of lust in her eyes. I'd seen it before. I needed this to be serious.

"Annie," Chantelle started, "I know a little about you already, and I know you like..."

I almost lunged at Chantelle, but of course it was nothing like that. I just leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. But I did it quickly.

"Please Chantelle, I have some very serious questions I want to ask her, just wait, please, for me."

She pulled back from me, the embers in her eyes smoldering, then her face softened and I thought she might actually be blushing herself. She leaned back to my ear and whispered softly.

"I will go easy, but don't deny me a little fun Roger."

I pulled back from Chantelle this time, and I reached up, holding her chin very lightly in my hand. I whispered to her that I would never be that selfish, and I winked. I didn't care if Annie heard me or not.

"Annie, I want you to answer Roger's questions with your shift held up around your hips, legs a little open please."

Annie gasped. 

Fortunately, I stifled mine!

Annie looked from Chantelle, to me, and back to Chantelle again. She was searching for a reprieve. Well, I wanted to see what she would do, so I wasn't going to interrupt. I snuck a look at Chantelle and she winked at me. I turned back to Annie and looked her up and down.

"She would have a pretty cunt," I thought. 

Again fortunately, what came out was, "Come on Annie, we haven't got all night. If Chantelle would like to see your pussy while you answer my questions, I think the least you could do is oblige her." 

Besides, she might tell the truth.

Annie's face was so red in patches, she actually looked blotchy. It was absolutely adorable and I thought she only looked prettier.

"I've ugh god... I've never done anything like this before..." Annie stuttered.

"You mean show your pussy to more than one person at once?" asked Chantelle pointedly.

"Yes Mistress," she gasped, fighting for air it seemed.

"Come on, hurry up."

"Yes Mistress."

Annie tentatively took the thin silk in her hands and lifted the front of it. She was looking down and so were Chantelle and I. But we weren't looking at the floor. We watched as more and more of Annie's slim alabaster thighs were revealed to our eyes. Higher and higher she lifted the shift, until revealed to both of us, was a pretty, puffy pussy. Cleanly and recently shaven. Bare. Beautiful. 

Chantelle and I stared for a moment. Annie looked strikingly sexy, standing there with the silk bunched in her hands, the pink in her cheeks extending down her neck. Even her chest had started to blush. 

Her pussy was moist too. Chantelle and I both could see that. The gentle glisten on the skin of her slightly protruding inner lips was clearly evident. I broke the magic with a question.

"Are there photographs of Sylvia Harper in compromising positions with politicians?"

Annie coughed and I thought she might choke. She went suddenly pale.

"I can't answer that."

"You can't or you won't Annie."

"I can't Sir, I promised!"

"I think you've already answered the question Annie."

"Oh, no..." Annie whispered and dropped the silk hem, putting her face in her hands.

"Annie, look at me," I said.

She did.

"Annie, it is important you are honest with me. Very important. Nothing you will say will go beyond this room, you have my word on that. Right Chantelle?"

Chantelle was just amazed. I think she had a dry mouth. 

"Yes, you have my word on that too."

I looked back to Annie.

"Annie, pick up the hem again."

She did. 

Chantelle sat back in the lounge and re-crossed her legs.

"Good girl. Now Annie," I asked, forging onward, "why is Sylvia so upset about the party tomorrow night?"

"Oh Sir, I really shouldn't tell."

"Look Annie, Sylvia might be in a lot of trouble. We can't help her if we don't know what's going on."

"Ohhhh.... alright, I'll tell. But I.. I.. I want you to know I NEVER tell secrets. Please Sir... Ma'am... don't judge me for telling." Her hands were all screwed up in the silk. She wasn't acting.

"Oh Annie, you are so sweet," said Chantelle. "You know little one, there comes a time when one must choose and choose wisely, and this is one of those times. We will not judge you for making that choice."

"Oh, thank you Mistress. I.. well.... all I know is, Sylvia went to this office party one time and got a bit drunk. She woke up the next morning on her couch and there was a video on the coffee table. She couldn't even remember getting home."

"When was this?" 

"Um, a couple of years ago."

"Years?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, go on."

"Well, Sylvia asked me over to see if I recognised any of the um, men in the video and I didn't. Um... it really turned me on though. I always thought Sylvia was beautiful and seeing her getting fucked and fucked like that..." 

Her colour had come back to her cheeks. Chantelle and I sat quietly, listening.

"Well anyway that's when I joined here because I wanted to be tied up and um, you know, done, like in the video but not like um gangbanged like that but ...ohhhh...."

"It's all right Annie, go on."

"Yes Sir, sorry, and um... I only heard about this place from a mutual friend, Claudio Terrazzo, I think you know him."

"Yes," Chantelle agreed, "Claudio is a good friend."

I studied Annie's face. Perhaps I should have been studying Chantelle's.

"How do you know Claudio, Annie?"

"Well, I... I met him in the coffee shop opposite work. It was right around the time of all this happening with Sylvia."

"Has Sylvia found out who is in the video with her?"

"Not yet Sir, well, she knows who four of them are, but she doesn't know who the other three are."

"So there were seven. Was there any message with the tape?"

"Yes Sir. It said 'only copy', and that's all."

"What happened? Did she lose the video?"

"No Sir, she destroyed it. Then about five months later she started getting single photographs mailed to her, without any note. That was when she started to get a bit unhinged. Teasing me about my coming here, really bossing me around... she um, she really abused me Sir. But I need my job..." 

Annie started crying at that point. I looked over at Chantelle and she motioned me to go to Annie. I got up off the couch and took her hands in mine, letting her drop her hem. I put her arms around my waist and gently stroked her back while cradling her head against my chest.

"It's all right Annie. It's all right. We understand. Does Sylvia know where the photos are coming from?"

"She hasn't told me..."

"Okay, that's okay." 

I hugged her warmly and she molded herself to me, relaxing a little and melting into me.

"Is there anything else you can tell us?"

"Only that Sylvia is convinced Gardner is behind it. But she has no proof. As well as another shadowy person. She has been manipulated by him ever since, driving her crazy with his taunts and innuendo, but nothing concrete. Threats and things too. She even slept with Gardner to try to get him off her back but she said it only made things worse."

"I see. And how is Sylvia now?"

"She seems okay Sir. She says unless there's a picture of her putting on the bondage hood, no one can tell it's her anyway. She doesn't have any tattoos or anything Sir. She said she's not going to let it worry her until that photo turns up. She's just hoping it doesn't."

I had a feeling I knew what was in the envelope in Chantelle's safe.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 05



"Well Annie, I think we are done here. I think you've had quite enough excitement for one day.

"You won't be needing me then, Sir?" she sounded so sweet and hopeful.

"Not at this time Annie. But please know, I will be calling on you in the near future okay?" I smiled.

"Oh yes Sir! Thank you Sir." She grinned and looked to Chantelle. "Can I go now please Ma'am?" 

Chantelle just waved her hand and Annie turned on her heels and skipped out. Just like that. In the outer office I heard Chantelle's door open and close and she and I were alone again.

"That was strange," I said.

"Sad I think, not strange. Maybe spiteful and dangerous for one's reputation. Not to mention embarrassing. But I don't know about strange."

"Didn't you say you knew her?"

"Who?"

"Sylvia Harper, Chantelle. Get with the program," I winked.

"I think I've seen her here before. I just can't put my finger on it."

I suddenly realised a lot of time had passed. 

"Oh shit," I said, looking at my watch. "Shouldn't we get going?"

"Yes of course. I'll have Adrian bring the limo around. Feel like driving it? I promise I'll sit up front," she winked.

"Sure, it'll be fun."

Fifteen minutes later Chantelle was directing me into the leafy suburbs toward our destination.

"You know Roger, we might unknowingly see some of the people involved in this Sylvia Harper business..."

"Where exactly are we going?"

"It's only for an hour. It's a fund raiser. I basically have to write out a cheque and we'll be out of there."

"Politicians."

"Yes Roger. Let's call it 'greasing the wheels of democracy' shall we?"

Indeed that was exactly what we did. We drove up a long driveway and someone took the keys of the limo from me. Chantelle and I, arm in arm, walked up to the steps and someone took our coats. It was all very formal and of course the house was immaculate. Apparently it was the house of a current senator who thought it was a good idea to help raise funds for a colleague. Quite frankly I was pretty much in awe the whole time I was there. I was nodding and chatting to people I didn't even know. I've never been good at that. I felt particularly alone when Chantelle went off to write her cheque. 

I was admiring what looked suspiciously like a Rubens when a voice asked, "Is that you Roger?"

"I am, yes," I said, and turned.

The man's face was familiar but I couldn't find a name in my memory.

"Alex O'Donohue, at your service Sir."

"Alex, that's right, I met you at, er, the other night didn't I?"

"Yes at Chantelle's place. It's okay Roger, no one's listening," the white haired man said.

"Yes, well, you know, it's a bit awkward."

"True enough, this Harper business has us all on edge."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Yes, well, it would wouldn't it."

"Yes. And it goes without saying that mum's the word."

"Of course, Alex. Of course."

"It's good to have you with us Roger. There have been good things said about you."

"I hope I can live up to them, Sir." 

I had no fucking idea what he was talking about. But I wasn't stopping him. Admittedly I had a strange feeling about our conversation, I mean, "mum's the word"? Who says that shit these days? But I knew an opening when I saw one, and I wasn't going to close it.

"Roger, Alex, there you are."

It was Chantelle, coming to pick up her 'escort'. Why did I suddenly get the feeling I should run? Like really RUN? I could hear a conversation going on around me. I heard the painting was indeed a Rubens. I heard myself talking a few times too. 

But mostly I was thinking about Josephine.

"Something on your mind Roger?"

We were driving back to the city. The suburbs were far behind us by now. We'd been silent most of the way, apart from the time I mentioned how bad the traffic was, going in the opposite direction.

I certainly wasn't going to tell her what was really on my mind. 

"I was just thinking about the party tomorrow night. I hope the entertainment you have organised is appropriate for those who are likely to attend."

"Oh Roger, you are such a sweety. Don't you worry, okay? Leave it up to me. I can assure you, everything I have planned is entirely appropriate."

Despite the fact that a small part of me wasn't convinced, my lips said, "Thank you Chantelle, I'm really looking forward to it." 

I wasn't lying.

I looked over at her. Chantelle looked innocent and untouched as the streetlights lit her face and plunged it into darkness alternately. 

"What about you Chantelle? Anything on your mind?"

Silence ruled for a few more minutes, until something pushed Chantelle to speak.

"Sometimes circumstances are at fault Roger. That's all you can blame. Just circumstances."

All I could do was nod. I figured if she wanted to tell me what was going on, she would. 

The bright lights and tall buildings of the city began to loom above the headlights of the limo as we hurtled along the highway back into town. Chantelle rang ahead for Adrian to meet us out front.

It was getting dark. And it was getting late. I wanted to be right on time at Josephine's.

We were standing outside the Domina Flagrante, and I'd just told Chantelle it was after six thirty. 

"But that's plenty of time Roger, your date with Josephine isn't until seven o'clock! How about another drink?"

"Are you trying to make me late Chantelle?"

"Me? Never!" she chuckled and shook her head.

"I'll see you tomorrow Chantelle."

"Alright Roger... big party tomorrow."

"Yes. I hope this Sylvia Harper thing doesn't ruin it." 

I gave her a hug when she opened her arms to me.

"I'm sure everything will be fine," she said.

"Yes, I'm sure too."

"Oh wait, you forgot your case!"

Chantelle spoke urgently into her mobile phone. In a minute Adrian had apparently parked the limo, dashed upstairs, and returned carrying my case. He passed it to Chantelle and I thought he might collapse from exhaustion.

As if Adrian's efforts were nothing, she ignored him and grinned as she put the handle in my outstretched hand. 

"Go with my blessing, Roger."

"Thank you Chantelle, thanks for everything. And um, thanks for getting my case, Adrian."

They both told me not to worry and to enjoy the evening. Chantelle even said something about kissing my virginity goodbye.

I left them behind me on the footpath outside the Domina Flagrante, and headed the few blocks to Josephine's apartment. 

I felt like I could explode.

Author's note: Thank you to my editor, rachel... another beautiful job. And thank you to those who vote. You make me smile.



Den of Iniquity Ch. 06



When I left Chantelle standing on the pavement in front of the Domina Flagrante, I was wondering if I was out of my depth. I mean, "politicians", "parties", "intrigue", "scandals"! I shook my head. At least Chantelle seemed to know what she was doing. Adrian knew too; he just did as he was told. I chuckled to myself. Even Annie, despite her innocence, seemed to know what she was doing. Not me, however. I still felt like an outsider looking in, watching. I wondered if I was getting ahead of myself. I'd only known these people less than a week. Except Annie, of course.

I trudged my way along the dimly lit street towards Josephine's apartment, and my mind continued to wander. 

Goodness, what a rare gem is Annie. Just delightful. I liked the way she blushed so strongly and so readily. I felt myself hardening thinking about her and I smiled to myself. She seemed pleased that I would be calling on her. I figured she and Claudio were just friends.

"Hmmmm," I said aloud.

Where did Claudio fit into all this?

He seemed the one most likely to have left the envelope in my jacket pocket. Or perhaps his father did at his request. Maybe I should check what is in that envelope... Maybe it will be proof positive that Sylvia Harper was forced. Or "fucked and fucked" as Annie had so succinctly put it. 

Or maybe it would be something else entirely. I thought for a moment. But it fit so well. There weren't too many other things I could imagine it would be, other than a picture of Sylvia Harper. 

But then, why did Claudio have it? Maybe knowing what was in that envelope would be a good thing. Or maybe my imagination was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was free movie tickets... 

I sighed.

Well, Annie would have to wait. It was clear to me I felt something for her. That's for sure. I mean, who wouldn't. She had lovely high cheekbones and almond eyes, full red lips and a peaches and cream complexion. The fact that she wasn't one for much make-up appealed to me. But I also wanted to know what I was doing when I had her. If I had her. 

No. 

'When I had her'. 

I smiled to myself again until I remembered what she'd said about Sylvia.

Something didn't make sense. I just couldn't put my finger on it. I thought back... "Sylvia is convinced Gardner is behind it. But she has no proof. As well as another shadowy person. She has been manipulated by him ever since, driving her crazy with his taunts and innuendo, but nothing concrete. Threats and things too. She even slept with Gardner to try to get him off her back but she said it only made things worse." 

Who was the 'shadowy person'? She hadn't said 'shadowy man'. Was it a woman? Now that I thought about what she had said, was it Gardner doing the manipulating and threatening, or the shadowy person, who would then be a man? 

"Arghhh... dammit," I thought, "I'll have to ask her..." Then I remembered I hadn't asked her what the partners might expect at the party.

"God, okay, I'll call her tomorrow."

Then I thought about this afternoon. I would never have guessed Chantelle would be one to involve herself with politicians, let alone write a cheque out to one. I had to ask her about that. It seemed so out of character. Something wasn't quite right about all that either. 

One thing in particular stuck in my mind. 

"Sometimes circumstances are at fault Roger. That's all you can blame. Just circumstances." 

What did that mean? 

I didn't know, but I wondered if it was important. 

Questions, questions...

I turned up the collar and pulled the lapels of my suit together with my right hand. It was getting cold and I was leaning into a light breeze.

"It's been a strange day," I thought finally.

I limbered my neck as I walked into the light at the corner of Maple and 14th. 

One more block. One more step in the right direction.

I smiled to myself. 

Josephine will be anxious by now. 

I checked my watch and walked briskly. I'd be right on time. 

I was pleased.

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"Sir!" Josephine squealed. 

She jumped into my arms and held me tight. 

"I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to this."

"Hello to you too, Josephine," I said quietly in her ear, hugging her warmly.

I'd made my way up the elevator to her apartment and we were standing in her open doorway.

"Please, kiss me Sir."

"Let me look at you first."

She grinned and took a step back. 

"With pleasure, Sir."

I smiled again when she pirouetted in her doorway. I could only shake my head and thank the Lord for touching her. Josephine was the kind of girl you would catch yourself staring at. She was dressed in a very tight, very short, little black party dress with spaghetti straps. Her honey-coloured skin shone like silk and her dark brown eyes were alive. She was barefoot again, standing on tiptoes like the last time I was here. I felt myself stir just looking at her. 

"Mmmmmmm."

"Thank you Sir," she blushed.

"How about inviting me in."

"Yes, sorry, please come in, Sir."

She stepped aside and invited me in with a sweep of her hand. I took one step and stopped. I turned to face her and put down my wooden case. I took her hands in mine and she looked up into my eyes. I smiled at her and whispered.

"You look magical tonight."

Her eyes sparkled.

I kissed her softly, barely brushing my lips against hers, before leaning back a little.

"How about a drink?" I asked.

"I have champagne."

She batted her eyelashes at me.

I smiled. 

"Champagne would be perfect."

With my case in hand, I entered her apartment and stood waiting for her. She locked the door and walked past me, ushering me to the middle of her comfortable dark green fabric couch. I took a seat and carefully placed my case in the centre of the coffee table in front of me. Josephine took a large black cushion from one end of the couch and placed it on the floor by my right foot. She knelt on it before handing me the bottle of champagne.

"Oh! Glasses!" she yelped.

After opening the bottle with a resounding 'pop', I poured the two glasses Josephine had fetched and replaced the bottle on the table. I waited until the bubbles receded and I passed one to her. We sipped as a momentary silence settled over us. Before it had time to become uncomfortable, I turned to her and I spoke.

"I want to be good at this Josephine. Really good. I'll need you to tell me what I'm doing right and wrong, what is not enough and what is too much. I'll need information from you, anything you think I should know, and anything you would like to tell me."

She sipped at her champagne, waiting to see if I was done. I noticed and smiled.

"What?" she smiled back.

"I can't believe I have so much to learn... and a gorgeous 25 year old is going to teach me."

She giggled and almost spilled her champagne. "Your honesty is so refreshing, Sir."

I winked and she continued.

"Well, let's see... first off, I want to tell you how honoured I feel. I feel like I have an enormous responsibility Sir."

"To make sure I start off on the right foot?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes Sir."

"Where should we start?"

"We should start by talking about safety and safe words."

"Safe words?"

"Yes, like 'green' for 'good' or 'more'."

"Okay."

" 'Amber' for 'approaching my limit'."

"Makes sense."

"...and 'red' for 'stop'."

"You said 'like'?"

"Yes, well it could be apples, grapes and oranges couldn't it, Sir," she giggled.

I chuckled with her. "Yes, of course. You could also just say, 'more, more!' or 'stop, stop!' "

She blushed.

"Yes Sir, I always smile at safe words. I mean, who thinks of the word 'red' when you just want something to stop?"

"Yes... unless it's a game."

"Oooohh, you are right Sir," she said, putting down her champagne glass and becoming animated. "If it's a game where the Dominant only responds to the safe word, and ignores a protest of 'no' or 'stop', then yes, the safe word becomes incredibly important."

"Okay, I understand that," I said.

"Um, a couple of other things too if I may?"

"Of course."

"Have you been drinking? I mean..."

"It's okay, Josephine. Apart from one scotch and one glass of wine earlier this afternoon, I am as sober as a judge... and this champagne of course. Very good it is too." 

I took another sip.

She nodded and did the same before putting her glass down again. 

"Okay, it's just... you know... not a good idea if either of us has been drinking too much."

"Safe."

"Yes Sir."

"Understood."

She nodded. 

"Sir, may I speak freely for a minute?"

"Of course, I hoped you would Josephine."

She looked down at her hands as she spoke.

"Well Sir, a submissive is like a vulnerable flower. One that needs to be nurtured, looked after and helped to grow within a relationship. Stories of us enjoying being abused are highly exaggerated, if not a complete fabrication. Just because I am in a sub/Dom relationship, doesn't mean I don't expect to be treated with common decency and respect. In fact, it's more likely that I would expect to be treated as your princess... with the utmost respect in company, attentiveness to my needs in public and in private, and with an expectation that you will stand up for me and save me if need be, to defend my honour and to cherish and adore me."

"Sounds like a wish list."

She looked up at me seriously.

"I am so not kidding."

I could tell.

"I'm sorry Josephine. Please go on."

"A conversation like this, regarding limits and expect..."

"Limits?"

"Um, I'll come back to limits if that's okay."

"All right, do go on..."

"A conversation regarding limits and expectations is utterly mandatory. With respect, this is no joke Sir. I wouldn't let you swing a feather duster at me without having this conversation with you. It is expected and it is binding. Some even prefer to make it a written contract."

"For good reason," I offered.

"Oh that's right, I forgot you were studying to become a lawyer. Yes, because it can be completely devastating for a submissive to find herself in an abusive scene or relationship, Sir. Especially when trust has been broken, and then the police don't believe you ...and ...um..."

I reached out and brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers. 

"It's all right Josephine."

She looked up into my eyes and whispered, "Thank you for your kindness Sir, but honestly, most submissives have endured similar situations at some point in their lives."

She leaned into my hand a little before continuing. 

"Or they will. It's only natural that we would go out of our way to try to protect ourselves."

"Okay, so a conversation resembling this one is mandatory, to let each party know the general outline of what is expected of the other."

"Yes Sir, and of course the conversation may stretch over weeks, or months, as the parties get to know one another."

I was contemplating the scenario where the sub gets dumped and cries assault. It would definitely pay not to rush into anything.

"Yes, I can see how it could. One would NOT want to make a mistake."

"Exactly."

"Okay, now what were you saying about limits?"

"Well Sir, obviously it depends upon the parties involved, and what has been previously agreed to, but basically one can divide limits into two categories, 'hard' and 'soft'. Take me for example: I won't do animals, kids, poo or pee. I won't be cut or asphyxiated. No needles. I won't have bruises that people can see on my arms, legs, neck or face. I won't have my face slapped; I really hate that. I won't have drugs in my house. I won't be worked on by a drunk Dominant. And um, I can't think of any more at the moment..."

She grinned and giggled.

I smiled at her.

"So are they 'hard' limits?"

"Yes Sir. That's right. Whereas things like how hard, how many, how often, group situations, public situations... things like that I have soft limits on."

"Hmmmm... okay so depending on what was going on, and if you consented, a limit like those you mentioned could be pushed?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Hmmm. Okay, do I get a turn at this?"

"Of course you do Sir!" she grinned.

"Well I don't want to do any of those things either," I smiled back. "I just want to stick to the basics."

She winked at me. 

"You are just adorable, Sir."

"Okay enough of that, I can't have you going around calling me adorable. What would people think?"

Josephine rose up high on her knees and clasped her hands behind her back. She twisted back and forth in a shimmying motion and looked at me through her bangs as she grinned and spoke.

"What would you like them to think Sir?"

I smiled at her. I hadn't seen her this playful before. I thought this would be mostly 'business'. This was going to be fun. I changed the subject.

"Are you wearing panties under that dress?"

"Why don't you spank me and find out?"

"That is a very good idea."

"Well," she blushed fully, "that way you can um, warm me up for whatever else you have in mind, Sir," she winked. 

"Will you be able to concentrate enough to guide me through it?"

"I'll sure try Sir."

"Good girl."

"You make me wet Sir."

"And I get hard at the thought of you, Josephine."

The tip of her tongue slowly licked her lips, as she looked right into my eyes. I don't think she even knew she was doing it.

"How are we going to do this?"

Josephine's breath had discernibly quickened. 

"You mean, spanking me, Sir?"

I nodded.

"The best way is over your lap Sir, um," she swallowed. "It's best because you are close enough to really see my skin to see how it is responding." She started that little twisting motion again. "And also to be able to comfortably restrain me without using anything but your own body. I'm comfortable but off balance, if you know what I mean."

I smiled at her. She stood up. 

"Like this..." 

I leaned back a little, holding my hands up and out of the way while she laid her body over my thighs. With my legs only slightly apart, her ass was presented nicely. She placed her hands palms down about a foot apart on the floor. Her knees were bent a little and her toes were bent under.

"Of course you could have me over one thigh and lock the other one over my legs to keep me in place, but that's probably better if you wanted to *really* spank me."

"You mean like a proper punishment instead of playing."

I playfully slapped her upturned ass through her tight dress.

Slap!

"Yes!" she gasped. "Or... or you could have me over the back of the ah... couch or over a table or something... but it's... um... it's not the same..."

"Why not?"

"It's not as intimate really."

I let my eyes wander over the curves of her ass.

"Well, I like it this way."

"Me too."

"Do you like being spanked, Josephine?"

"Yes Sir." 

She whimpered softly as I ran my right hand over the tightly stretched fabric covering her ass.

"Mmmmm... it's one of my favourite things Sir."

"You have a lovely ass Josephine."

"Th.. thank you Sir." Her voice trembled a little as she spoke. "Um, also, of course, you could restrain my hands behind my back, but then it's harder to breathe so I have to be more limp in your lap... like this..."

She clasped her hands together behind her back and slumped over my legs. 

"The blood rushes to my head this way though, so don't keep me here too long."

I slid my fingers into her short black hair, took a firm grip, and slowly raised her head. 

"Mmmmmm yesss... or you ...you ... you could do that..."

"Keep your hands clasped together."

"You could use your cuffs Sir," she said.

"How do you know I have cuffs?"

I slapped her ass again and it jiggled tightly.

"Ohhhh... I mean... Chantelle told me Sir."

"You mean Mistress Chantelle."

Slap!

"Mmmmmm... Yes Sir, Mistress Chantelle, sorry Sir. Um, Sir?" She was almost panting. "Sir... the best way of course, is um, is directly on the skin, panties down... that way you can see... see.. exactly what you are doing."

"You mean just pull up the hem of your dress, and pull down your panties?"

"If I'm wearing any Sir," she giggled.

"This is great fun. I always wanted to do this."

As much as I was enjoying this situation, and never wanted it to end, I could barely contain my desire to carry her into her bedroom and fuck her. My cock was rock hard and bent uncomfortably in my pants. I found the whole scene incredibly arousing. I cleared my throat. 

"Okay, well this is a two-handed job, so you can put your hands on the floor again."

"Yes, Sir."

I slowly let her down and she caught herself, then straightened her elbows with her palms flat on the floor again.

"I bet you like this part the best... showing off your ass..."

I slid my hand slowly up the inside of her left thigh. God... so smooth.

"It's kind of intoxicatingly humiliating, Sir... mmmm..."

I was caressing her panty-clad ass up under the short hem of her tight black dress. I felt lace.

"Nice, Josephine..."

"Mmmmmm... I remembered you liked them..."

I slid my hand back out from under the stretchy fabric and picked up the hem between the fingers and thumbs of my hands. I peeled it up to reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her thighs were tightly together and I thought I saw her rub them against each other.

"Are you feeling horny Josephine?"

"God yesss..." she whispered.

I moved the hem up to the top of her ass. My breath caught in my chest. 

"What style of panties are these again Josephine?"

"They're Tanga panties, Sir."

"They are very sexy."

Slap!

"Mmmmmm... thank you Sir," she breathed.

"What are you thanking me for Josephine?"

"I'm... um... I'm thanking you for spanking my ass, Sir."

"I thought so."

Slap!

"Ohhh... mmmmm.... I'm thanking... thanking..."

Slap!

"It's time to peel these down, isn't it Josephine..."

"Ye..yes.. yes Sir... it's... it's t.. time..."

I took the dainty fabric again between fingers and thumbs and peeled the flimsy black lace down over the twin globes of her ass. I connected with her comment about delicious embarrassment. For her, it was exactly that. I slid her adorable panties to her knees and told her to spread her legs to hold them there.

"That way you have something to think about," I said. 

Damn. What an ass. I plucked at the fabric to make sure her panties were taut between her knees, while trying to keep my jaw from dropping. Her tan lines accentuated the smooth shape of her ass and I couldn't help myself from admiring and caressing it. Nothing was hidden. In the position I had her in, her entire crotch was exposed to my gaze. I swallowed and refrained from touching her pouting pussy. The star of her asshole seemed to beckon me.

It was an ass that was made for spanking.

"I can see why you like to be spanked," I said, squirming and trying to relieve the pressure in my pants.

"It... it's ...just ...um... delicious Sir, it um ..." 

Slap! 

"Ohhhhh..."

"So how hard can I spank you Josephine? How much are you prepared to take..."

"Well, uhhhh..."

Slap!

"Ooohhh... ohh God... I mean, I um," she shuddered and moaned.

Slap!

"Ohhhhhhh..."

"I bet you like getting this when you don't even have to be bad..."

Slap! Slap!

"Mmmmmm... Goddddd... I... God Sir... this is too good..."

Slap!

"Mmmmm... feel my pussy Sir, feel how wet this makes me..."

I slipped my fingers between her parted thighs and ran them over her pussy.

"Jesus," I said, feeling her skin part and the scalding wet heat within.

"Mmmm... yes...."

Slap!

"How much more?"

Slap!

"Not much Sir... I.... ohhh god I need to cum I think..."

"Don't you fucking dare..."

Slap!!

She jolted.

"Ohhh... fuck..." she shuddered, "...that was... hard, Sir."

"Hard for who? You or me?"




Den of Iniquity Ch. 06



"For um.."

Slap!

"Mmmmm... oooo.... that's... that's better... for me Sir, for me."

I felt like I woke from a dream. I stopped for a moment and leaned down, looking closely at Josephine's ass. It had blushed pink and looked warm. I could make out a couple of hand prints. I traced them with my fingertips.

"Wow look at that."

I slowly made my way around her whole ass very lightly, touching every hollow and curve. I slid my other hand up to her exposed back where the skin was cooler. The contrast was intoxicating.

"It warms up nicely, doesn't it."

"God... your hands feel so good, Sir."

"It looks really good you know... can you feel how hard my cock is?"

"I can... it's against my hip... and it turns me on even more knowing you are pleased."

I smiled. It was time to try something different.

"Okay, I can see the enjoyment derived from spanking; now let's try something else."

"But I was just starting to warm up, Sir..."

"Let's finish warming you up with a crop."

She trembled.

"Y.. yes, Sir."

Josephine giggled and raised herself until she was standing. She started to pull down the hem of her dress.

"No. Take it off."

She grinned and grasped the hem of her tight dress in her hands and slipped it off over her head. As she did, her panties fell to the floor and she giggled again. I smiled at her as she kicked them aside. She was such a show off. 

"Pinch your nipples for me."

"Mmmmmm."

She did and then let go of them.

"Don't let go."

"Y.. yes Sir."

"Turn around."

As she slowly turned around, she spoke.

"You know Sir, you have to start off very softly with a crop..."

Her ass was a lovely pink colour, contrasting nicely with her golden skin.

"I'm listening."

"Because a crop is a stinging toy, and it can really sting."

"Okay."

"And um, that's why it's good to be very gentle with um, sensitive spots, okay?"

"Yes, I think I understand... you mean if I choose to crop your breasts or pussy then I should do it gently and be guided by your reactions."

"Yes Sir." I watched as her left thigh started shaking. "That's r.. right."

"Are you okay Josephine?"

"Yes, just um... very excited is all."

"Is this situation getting to you?"

"My pussy is throbbing, Sir. I'll be okay though."

"Your can release your nipples now."

"Thank you, Sir."

"They are very hard."

"Yes Sir."

"Is your clit hard too?"

"Y.. yes Sir."

"Hands behind your head Josephine."

I marveled at her acquiescence. She brought her hands behind her head, lacing her fingers together. 

"Elbows out Josephine."

"Yes Sir."

"Feet eighteen inches apart."

She moved them apart.

"Good girl. Just stand there."

"You are good at this Sir."

"Did I say you could talk?"

"No Sir. Shutting up Sir."

I picked up my champagne and sat back in the couch. I could get used to this. I looked her up and down. That telltale glisten of perspiration had appeared on her top lip again. She was so beautiful I swear she could have been a model. Actually, something wasn't quite right. Maybe music. The lights were bright too.

"Do you have some music that is appropriate for this situation Josephine?"

"Maybe something heavy Sir?"

"Hmmm..." Heavy? I shrugged. "Whatever you choose is fine by me. Do you think we could afford another glass of champagne?"

She stood comfortably, understanding my silent permission to relax.

"I would love one more glass Sir, or maybe just a half a glass."

"Put on some music, and are you able to turn the lights down a little? It's very bright in here."

"Yes Sir." 

She moved straight to one wall and fiddled with a switch and the lights came down. Then she trotted into her room with a giggle.

I picked up the bottle and poured a half glass for Josephine and a full glass for myself. I was going to enjoy this as much as I could. The adrenaline pumping in my veins had me so clear headed, I could allow myself another glass. It was intense, being able to do just about whatever I wanted. The weirdest thing was, I wasn't thinking ahead. I was just winging it. No that's not right. It felt comfortable. I really liked the timing aspect. Most of the 'couplings' in my life had been either frantic, or 'get it over with' type scenarios. I liked setting the pace. And changing it. I was loving it!

Josephine came around the coffee table and stood before me, taking up exactly the same stance as before. Just then, AC/DC came on through the speakers and she grinned. I smiled up at her and nodded. AC/DC had been one of my favourite bands when I was a kid. I had to stop myself from tapping my foot as 'Highway to Hell' started its thumping beat. Fortunately it wasn't too loud to talk over.

I picked up Josephine's glass and nodded to her as I passed it up to her. She relaxed, took the offered glass and stood self-consciously with one arm across her stomach. 

"Thank you Sir," she said, sipping her champagne. I took my own glass and sat back in the couch admiring her.

I looked her up and down. She was freshly shaved and seemed to push her hips forward as my eyes passed over her pussy. Sure enough, when my eyes flicked up at hers, she was watching me intently.

I looked back down. Her pussy was one of those tucked in ones. Almost nothing showing but the lips of it.

"Come here."

She moved towards me.

I reached out for her and slid my fingers along her cute pussy. She moaned softly.

"Mmmmmmm..."

"You have a pretty pussy."

"Thank you S.. Sir..."

She tipped back her last sip of champagne and put the glass down on the table. She stood a little back from me and took up her original stance, hands behind her head. My fingers continued to play over her little cunt. I looked up into her eyes. She was ready to go.

"You are such a fucking showoff."

"I know," she grinned.

She pushed her hips forward once more, but I withdrew my hand. I sat back in the couch again and finished my champagne. 

She whimpered. 

"Ohhh..."

"You might be the teacher Josephine, but you are not the boss, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

She smiled at me and blushed strongly. I wondered what was going through her mind.

I finished my champagne and moved back to the edge of the couch. I put the glass aside and moved my case in front of me and opened it. I looked up at Josephine and she was rocking back and forth on her heels, clearly impatient.

"Stay still. And I mean 'still'."

She nodded and made like a statue.

I looked over all my choices and stuck with my original plan. I picked out the crop and held it across my hands. 

"This is a beautifully crafted thing, isn't it?"

I looked up at her. 

"A little Dubbin from the shoe store will keep it supple, Sir."

"Anything else I should know?"

"Only that it should be disinfected now and again, Sir. Keep it clean."

"Understood. Something from the drug store?"

"Yes, even a rubbing alcohol would do the trick."

"You say I should start gentle then..."

I looked into her eyes as I took hold of the handle and slapped the crop in my palm. I wondered if Josephine would flinch like Annie had. 

She didn't. 

She just smiled.

"Step back into the centre of the room... can I move this table?"

"Yes Sir," she said, "whatever you want Sir."

She moved into the centre of the room, still holding the position I'd originally asked her to take, while I pulled the coffee table over to one side of the room. Once it was moved, I stood up straight and turned toward Josephine. I was completely clothed and Josephine was naked. It was surreal.

The crop hung stiffly from my hand but I wasn't really aware of it in the sense that it was an addition. I didn't think of it at all, except as a way to touch her.

I stood and walked toward Josephine until I was a couple of feet in front of her. She held her position but her chest was heaving. I raised the crop and watched as I ran the tip of it down her side.

Josephine closed her eyes and moaned over the music.

"Mmmmmm..."

She moved her hip away from the crop as though it tickled and I struck her softly with it. Right on her hip. Well, I'd told her not to move.

Pap!

"Uhhh..." she shuddered. "Sorry Sir..."

I smiled. 

"Try not to move Josephine."

"Yes Sir."

I walked over to the table and leaned over with my back to her. I picked the handcuffs out of the case and noticed the small key in the cuffs and unlocked them. I slipped the key into my pocket and turned to face her. 

Josephine's hands were still behind her head and her eyes were closed, with her head down. I approached her and stood before her with the cuffs loose in my free hand. I gently caressed over her hip and up her side with the black leather crop. I moved it over her skin deliberately and her enjoyment of the situation was obvious. Her eyelids fluttered as I caressed the underside of each perky breast. Her nipples were crinkled and tight. I touched each one with the crop. She moaned softly.

I walked around her and trailed the crop around her waist. 

"Put your hands behind your back."

"Yes Sir."

She did.

While behind her, I put the crop in my teeth and cuffed her wrists.

My cock throbbed as each cuff ratcheted closed. I could only imagine how Josephine felt. No, I could do more than that.

From behind, I reached between her legs and ran my fingers over her pussy again. When I realised she was so hot, and so moist, I leaned into her ear and whispered.

"I can't believe how fucking wet you are."

She groaned.

"Having fun Josephine?" I whispered.

"Mmmmmm..."

"Bend forward a little."

She did.

I looked down over the curve of her ass.

"That's nice."

She moaned again softly.

"Mmmmmm..."

I gritted my teeth. I had much to do.

"Keep with the program, Josephine."

"Y... yes Sir."

I stood back from her and looked down at her wonderful pink ass with the tan lines. I wondered if she could stay still if I tried using the crop on her ass.

"Remember, stay still Josephine," I said.

"Yes Sir."

Then I popped her. On the side of her right ass cheek. She didn't move but her ass cheek did. Her thigh muscles were tight, but her cheek vibrated like a tuning fork.

"Uhhhhhh..."

"Is that too hard?"

"N.. no Sir."

Pop! On the outside of her left cheek.

"Ohh... It's ri.. ridiculous, Sir."

"Tell me. I'd like to be amused too."

"Well you really don't need to be told what to do Sir. I mean, you are good. Really... " Pop! Other cheek. "... g.. good. I could get used to this."

"Okay, enough talking."

Pop! Same place. 

"Mmmmm."

Darker pink welts were rising on her skin.

I moved a little to the side to improve the angle. 

Pop! Pop! 

Such a pretty ass.

I wanted to make it that slightly darker pink all over.

Pop! Pop!

So I did.

Pop! Pop!

Pop!

"Mmmmmm..."

Pop!

"Ooohhhh..."

I stopped and moved around to the other side. I used the crop like a tennis backhand, but with more of a flicking action. I wanted to get the tops of her thighs...

Pop! Pop!

...Where her ass met them...

Pop!

...Yes...

Pop! Pop!

"That's pretty."

I stopped.

Josephine groaned and emerged from the trace-like state she had entered.

I moved directly behind her and leaned down a little. Reaching out with the crop, I slowly brought it up between her legs.

I touched her, then brushed it back and forth, sawing it gently over her pussy. 

"Ohh.. Ooooo..."

"Spread your legs a little more."

She did.

"Tell me if this is too hard."

Tap.

"Mmmmmm."

Tap. Tap.

"Ooh.. t.. that's s.. so good Sir."

Her left thigh started to shake.

Tap!

"OOoohhh... oh... oh God..."

I stopped and straightened up, smiling, but I spoke in a low, stern voice.

"Don't you dare fucking cum."

Though I was standing behind her, I could tell Josephine spoke through clenched teeth.

"Nn.. no S.. Sir..."

I was pleased.

"Good girl. I'll un-cuff you now."

I took my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped off the tip of the crop. Walking over to the table, I slid the crop back into its place and nestled it into the red foam. I glanced over my shoulder and Josephine was biting her lip, looking down at the case longingly.

"Is something the matter?" I teased.

"Um, no Sir, I was... um.. just wondering.. can you crop me more later?"

"We'll see."

"Yes Sir."

I stood and faced her.

"Come to me."

She looked up into my eyes and smiled a slow warm smile. She stepped close to me. I slid my hand into my pocket and retrieved the key to the handcuffs. I put my arms around her and slid the key into the locks and unlocked each handcuff.

"God, Sir," she whispered.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes," she smiled, "and it's wonderful that you keep asking that."

She put her arms around my neck and kissed me impulsively. I slipped the cuffs and key into my pocket and kissed her back, pulling her into me with my arms around her waist. Quick hot movements of her tongue betrayed her excitement and added to mine. My cock had been thick in my pants for over an hour now. Her tongue played over my teeth and teased my own tongue. I hardened considerably while kissing her back. 

"Mmmmmm..." I breathed out in a whispered moan.

Reluctantly I broke the kiss, opened my eyes, and whispered to her.

"I want to see what happens when I put those clamps on you."

"Okay."

"Do I have to be careful?"

"I don't know. Let's see what kind they are."

I nodded and we slid from each others arms and took the couple of steps over to the coffee table I had pushed against a wall. Turning the case around, I picked up the box of clamps and looked at it for some sort of instructions. Finding none, I shifted my gaze to Josephine, who was still looking down into the box.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"Um... sorry Sir. Just um... just daydreaming about being flogged."

"I see," I smiled. "Well there are no instructions on the box." I opened it and took out the lengths of long thin silver chain with what looked like small tweezers attached to them. In the centre, the ends of chain all met and were held together by a small silver ring.

"Oh, I like that kind!" Josephine exclaimed.

I looked at her with mock surprise.

"Yes, I guess you do."

She blushed almost the colour of her ass.

I leaned down and put the clamps loosely on top of everything in the case, picked it up and headed for her bedroom. 

"Come with me," I said looking over my shoulder.

Josephine giggled and ran right past me into her bedroom and leapt onto the bed. When I came in she was kneeling on the edge of it, facing me, with her hands behind her back. She was smiling and biting her bottom lip.

"Okay, now I'm sure you do."

I winked at her and sat on the bed beside her. Josephine just grinned and turned a little toward me, sitting back on her heels with her knees together. I put the case down on the other side of me, near the foot of the bed. I retrieved the clamps and pretty chains and closed it again.

"Three points of contact..."

"Yes Sir."

"This should be fun too."

"Shall I show you how they go on Sir?"

"Okay but just the first one. I can't see them being too complicated."

Josephine nodded.

"It's pretty easy."

I passed the tangle to her and she straightened out all the chains. She then proceeded to take one of the clamps between finger and thumb and closed it with her nipple between the ends. She moved a slider into place and looked at me.

"All done." 

She grinned.

"That's it?"

"Yes Sir."

"Are they tight?"

"No Sir."

"How do you make them tighter?"

"You move the slider closer to the tips, Sir. Just a little at a time though."

"Show me."

"Yes Sir."

She bit her lip again as she moved the slider up a little. 

"It doesn't look very tight."

"Try tugging on it Sir."

"Okay."

"Mmmmmm."

"So that feels good."

"Yes Sir."

"How about we get you comfortable. Lay back on the bed, feet on the floor. Wait a minute, stand up and let me put a couple of pillows under you."

"Yes Sir."

Josephine stood and I placed her two pillows where I would have her sit before lying back. I put them one on top of the other. 

"Sit on the pillows, then lay back, feet apart on the floor."

"Yes Sir."

Josephine arranged herself as I requested, and my cock throbbed at the sight. The single clamp attached to her right nipple looked very pretty. But the other chains and clamps strewn across her body from her laying back were breathtaking. The stainless steel glinted in the golden wall lighting and the effect was extremely erotic. I could hardly wait to see what she looked like "all clamped up". She smiled up at me with pink cheeks. With the pillows under her ass, her pussy was a few inches above her head. 

"Pretty as a picture Josephine."

"Thank you Sir."

I smiled. 

I picked up the clamp intended for her other nipple and stretched the chain across her chest. I inadvertently tugged it.

"Ooo..."

"You like that, huh?"

"It's good, Sir."

I smiled at her and fixed the remaining clamp tightly to her other nipple.

"Ohhh..."

"Too tight?"

"N.. not it you want it tight, Sir."

"I want it tight."

"Yes Sir. Um... the other one isn't that tight."

"Thank you for telling me."

I winked at her and she blushed.

I reached across to her other nipple and tightened the clamp.

"Oooooo...."

She didn't complain so I was pleased. I picked up the loose chain with the clamp on the end of it and lifted it up. It looked like an upside down Y. I tugged gently on it and Josephine closed her eyes and cooed.

"Mmmmmm..."

"While I hold this up, I want you to open yourself, Josephine."

"Y.. yes, S.. Sir."

She reached down and with her fingertips, she opened her steaming wet pussy.

"Control yourself Josephine."

"Sorry Sir... it's just... it's like having your nipples constantly and firmly pinched Sir. It's maddening."

"It lifts the erotic base."

"You are s.. so good with words Sir."

"Must be all the novels I've read."

I chuckled to myself and laid the chain down the middle of Josephine's torso. Now it looked like a real Y from where I was sitting. 

"Open a little more Josephine. Push your hips forward. Pull the hood back a little."

She did.

"Good girl."

I put the tips of the clamp on either side of her firm pink bud, just behind the tip of it, so the clamp itself would hold back the hood when she let go. I adjusted the slider into position and Josephine moaned softly.

"Is that too loose?"

No words came out of Josephine's mouth, just stuttered breath. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth open.

"Nnngggg.. oohhh... mmmmmm..."

"I'll just check. You can let go now, hands by your sides."

She did as I asked.

Her pussy closed back up but her clit stood proudly beyond the tips of the clamp. 

I picked up the chains where they met in the middle of the Y and lifted them up a few inches above her body. They grew taut and Josephine's thighs tightened and her hips rose to follow the increasing tension. The clamp on her clit held fast. To make sure, I tugged at the chain a little.

"Uhh.. jje.. mmmmm..."

"Okay, that seems good for now."

"Godddddd.... it's ...it's been so long since mmmmmmm..."

"Since what?" I smiled and tugged at the chain a little again.

"S.. si.. since I uhhhh..."

"Answer the question, Josephine." 

I tugged the other way, pulling at her crinkled and clamped nipples.

"F.. fu... ohhhh... since I.. since I've been clamped.. clamped like this... S.. Sir..."

I thought she looked beautiful. She had a lithe and youthful body with barely a blemish and not a tattoo in sight. I let the chain drop to her skin and brushed my fingertips upward gently and slowly, starting from her pubic bone. She was really quite flawless and I was starting to feel quite bold. 




Den of Iniquity Ch. 06



The tips of my fingers glided over her clean fresh skin. It felt like she had recently moisturised herself. I investigated every soft concave and every gentle curve. I leaned on my elbow, tracing each rib as lightly as a feather. Her breathing was deeper and I watched as her chest rose and fell. 

I had dreamt of being with a girl like this. Well not like *this*! But with a girl as beautiful as Josephine... Now that I was here, my mind was reeling with the possibilities. 

I was enjoying myself as my fingers continued their intrepid path, stopping only to cross each silver thread, whereupon I took great delight in picking it up and gently tugging at it. I traced my way up to her neck and drew my fingertip lightly along her jaw line. Her mouth opened and she moaned quietly. 

Softly I caressed down her throat, and began the trip south again. I smiled as I noticed the artery in her neck pulsing quickly.

"Whisper to me what you are feeling. Keep your eyes closed."

My fingertips were gliding very slowly down the slope of her left breast as she began.

"Your f.. fingers feel wonder.. ful and my.. my arms and legs feel weak... my puss.. pussy is so wet, and I'm throbbing with the c.. clamp on m.. my clit Sir.."

I picked up the chain a couple of inches from her left nipple and lifted in slowly, distending the nipple a little..

"Mmmmmmmm...." she writhed. "...and mmmm.. my nipples are so.. so tight and hot S.. Sir..."

I let go of the taut chain and it fell loosely into the Y shape down her torso again. I admired her body for a few more moments before blinking out of the fantasies my mind had begun to concoct.

"Keep your eyes closed, enjoy the sensations Josephine."

I sat up and turned back to my case, opened it, and took out the flogger, vibrator and butt plug. Under the plug was a small tube with the words "sexual lubricant" in bold type embossed on the side of it, which I took out too. The pristine flogger I placed beside me, while I regarded the two toys. I smiled ruefully. I'd seen a vibrator in my ex wife's beside drawer before and I knew how to turn it on. I looked at the base of the silver toy and found four settings beside a simple switch, 'one', 'two', and 'three', plus 'off'.

I put down the vibrator and picked up the clear latex butt plug, turning it over in my hands. I'd never used one of these before. In fact, I'd never had anal sex of any kind. Not that I hadn't wanted to try it. I just hadn't been presented with the opportunity. The plug itself was about six inches long, with a taper from tip to base from one inch thick to about one and a half. Just before the base it had a "waist" that tapered sharply in to about a half inch before the flange-like "wings" of the base spread out. It would nestle tightly against her ass. I smiled at the wicked toy.

I caught a movement in the corner of my eye and turned toward Josephine, only to catch her lazily sliding two fingers in and out of her glistening pussy. The fingers of her other hand gently held the chain attached to her clit. It was pulled tight and her breathing had begun to labour.

I almost told her to stop.

"Keep your eyes closed."

"Mmmmmm... yes, Sir."

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Mmmmmm yes, Sir. Just... 'enjoying the sensations', Sir."

She smiled, licked her lips, and rolled her hips a little, all at once.

Ahh. Okay. Clever girl. I smiled.

"Why don't you use this instead," I said, matter-of-factly.

She understood I meant, "instead of her fingers", and withdrew them and held out her hand. Her index and middle fingers looked like they had a clear sheen of vaseline on them. 

"Oooo thank you Sir!" she gushed. 

Without hesitation she brought the tip of the clear butt plug into position between the moist lips of her pussy and began to slide it into herself. 

I heard a soft moan and realised it was mine.

I reached out to her and wrapped my hand around her inner left thigh and drew it further open, causing her to bend her knee between us. God what a sight. The butt plug quickly lubricated and within a couple of moments she was fucking the length of it into her cunt. Her hips were rising off the pillows in time with her strokes, and I reached down to adjust the throbbing hard-on in my pants.

A couple of strokes through the fabric made me realise I should take them off before I stained them. I could feel the pre-cum rising.

"Slow down," I said, and I stood up and removed my clothes, loosely folding them over the end of the bed. My cock stood out in front of me.

Josephine had begun to moan clearly and she was rocking her hips. I laid back down beside her. 

"Don't cum Josephine."

"Ooohhh..." she breathed. "It's soo gooood..."

"Don't!"

"S.. sorry Sir... no... I... I can hold on..."

Her smooth, long strokes of the butt plug visibly slowed, as did the rise and fall of her ribs.

"It's an interesting shape isn't it?"

"Yes Sir... it feels good in my pussy..."

"It is not intended for your pussy though is it Josephine..."

"No Sir, it is designed to go ...go into mmmmm... into my... into an ass... Sir..."

"Show me."

"Yes Sir... can I get on my hands and knees please, Sir?"

She had to be kidding. I smiled at her from my position beside her, leaning on my elbow. 

"You may."

I was comfortable where I was and considered having Josephine turn her pink ass toward me. But when she stood up and turned around and looked down on me, I momentarily lost the power of speech. The 'jewelry' attached to her body, and the way it hung erotically from her most sensitive erogenous points, caused my mouth to go dry. I found myself swallowing to clear my throat and moving my tongue to wet my mouth for words. 

Josephine slowly smiled, the realisation that I wasn't moving dawning on her. She crawled onto the bed, her feet hanging over the edge, with her face inches from mine. She softly kissed my chin, and I decided that watching her expressive face for a few moments would please me.

"Do it nice and slow, tell me what you are doing and feeling."

"Will you pull gently on the chains?"

"I think I could manage that," I said, reaching up to take her chin in my hand. 

Josephine looked deeply into my eyes and whispered.

"I hope I don't cum Sir, unless you want me to."

"Not yet."

"Yes Sir."

"Do you like it in the ass Josephine?"

"Yes Sir."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm ...I'm using my fingertips to lube my ass with the juice from my pussy Sir."

I rolled over and reached out, finding the tube of lubricant and rolling back. 

"Give me your fingers."

I removed the cap while Josephine presented her fingers and I squeezed a dollop of the clear gel onto her fingertips. She then reached back and told me what she was doing.

"I'm lubing my ass Sir... lubing it for the plug to go into it."

I looked under her body on the bed.

"Where is the plug?"

"It's back in my pussy Sir."

"Resourceful little slut aren't you?" I grinned.

Josephine giggled.

"I um... I always get a bit freaky with anal play Sir," she whispered.

"Why is that?"

"Well, because it's just soooo, I don't know... nasty!"

"Is it something good girls don't do, Josephine?"

"Until I tried it, I always thought it was too dirty a place to even touch Sir. Mmmmmmm..."

"What are you doing?"

"Two f..fingers Sir."

"Okay, go on."

I watched as a flush crept up Josephine's slender neck. 

"Faster."

"Yes Sir."

"I said go on..."

She closed her eyes.

"The first time I ever touched my... mmmmmm ... my um, my asshole was in the shower... when I didn't have a cloth for some reason. I remember gasping with the terrible pleasure of it. I thought I was bad. I always thought I was bad..."

I reached under Josephine and took the small ring in the centre of the chains in my fingers. Tugging gently, I watched her mouth open in a strangled gasp.

"And now?"

"Now, I know it's not bad. It's just another way I can please you Sir."

She opened her eyes and looked at me with a sly smile and heavy eyelids.

She whispered, "Can I use the plug in my ass now please, Sir?"

I smiled back at her.

"Yes you can."

"Mmmmmmm... thank you Sir."

Josephine groaned as she slid the plug from her pulsing pussy, then continued.

"It's at the opening and I'm pushing against it, my asshole is opening and the tip of the plug is pushing it further open. Oohh.. I've pushed it inside... goddd I love that... it used.. used to make me feel... nauseous... but now.. now... it's good Sir... it feels good... mmmmmmm... now I'm making short fucking movements with it, pushing it a little in and out... and it's slowly going further and further inside. It... it's a good sized plug Sir... it's stretching me nicely... but not too much... I'll feel nice and full Sir..."

I tugged gently on the chains again.

"Mmmmmmm..."

"Push it right in."

Josephine looked at me with smouldering eyes.

"Yes Sir."

Her eyes rolled a little back into her head. She panted then groaned. 

"Mmmmmm... Godddd Sir..."

"What is it?"

"It's... mmmm it's just... so good Sir..."

"Not quite right though is it?"

"Um, no Sir?"

"Well, your pussy is empty now, isn't it?"

I tugged on the chains again.

"Ooohhhh... God Sir... are um.. are you gonna f.. fuck me, Sir?"

"Not right now. Stay where you are."

"Yes Sir."

I sat up and picked up the vibrator then stood up and moved in behind her.

What had I been missing?

Josephine's ass was plugged and the clear toy was flush against her asshole. The tweezer clamp held fast to her red clit and her pussy was a little open and glistening wetly. Her gorgeous, smooth, tan-lined ass was mottled with shades of pink from her spanking and cropping.

"That's beautiful."

Josephine looked over her shoulder and gasped, the movement tugging at the clamps. 

I put down the vibrator and caressed her ass with my open hands, stretching the cheeks apart and opening her pussy wider. 

"I could spank you again you know..."

Slap!

"Ooohhh...."

Slap! Slap!

"Mmmmmmmm..."

"But I'd rather flog you..."

"Ohh Goddd.. please yes.. please Sir.. flog me Sir..."

"Okay... but I want to slide this into you first..."

I inverted the vibrator and flicked the switch to 'one', then pressed it against Josephine and licked my lips as it pushed inside her right to the hilt. I slid it right out then right in and let go to see if it slid out of her. It didn't. I smiled to myself.

"Ohhh ffff.... ohhh fuckkk..."

Slap!

"Uhhhh...."

"Stay still."

"You... you are making it.. it hard Sir."

"Don't cum, you can do it..."

"Y... yess Sirr."

Slap!

Her head dropped to the bed, but her body stayed still.

"Uhhhhhhh..."

"Actually, turn side-on to me, Josephine. Face the head of the bed."

"Yes Sir."

She shuffled slowly around and I drank in the sight.

"Look up and tell me if I'm doing anything wrong."

She did and smiled at me.

"Just start slow and steady and get your range Sir. Flog the flat surfaces and don't wrap around my sides. The whip accelerates if you do that."

"Anything else?"

"I won't be able to not cum Sir..."

"I know..."

I leaned over, pulled my open case closer, and wrapped my fingers around the handle of the flogger. I took it out of the case and admired it. Josephine's eyes followed my every movement. I smiled to myself and ran the tails through my fingers. It was then that I realised my fingers were shaking.

"I'm a bit nervous."

"It's okay Sir, just start out gentle... I'm sure you'll get into the swing of it."

Josephine giggled at her pun and I chuckled.

"Okay, well... just say stop if I blow it."

"I will Sir, don't worry."

I took a deep breath and moved a little closer to the bed. I leaned my knees against it to steady myself.

"You're a bit close Sir."

"Just relax Josephine."

Arching her back beautifully, Josephine laid her head on the bed and closed her eyes.

"The vibrator feels wonderful, Sir."

"Good," I said, before draping the tails of the flogger over her ass and slowly drawing them up her back. I made a cross on her back, then a figure eight, then drew an outline around her body before finishing with another cross. Then very lightly, with the flogger held steadily in front of me, I swung the tails back and forth. I was slapping her ass with no more than the weight of the tails.

"Mmmmmmm."

"You like that huh?"

"So gentle Sir... it's wonderful."

"Too gentle?"

"Noooo... mmmmmm."

I kept the same rhythm up for a few more minutes, just swinging the tails back and forth. I was also relaxing, and trying to focus my attention on what I was doing. Not that I wasn't before. I had just been worrying unnecessarily. 

If I just took it easy, everything would be fine.

I began to steadily swing the flogger from side to side, increasing the speed at which the tails met Josephine's beautiful ass. I wasn't worried about her pussy or the tails wrapping as I was using virtually nil force.

"P.. please..."

"Please what?"

"P.. please c... cumm..."

"Already?"

"I.. I'm sorry, S.. Sir... I can't..."

"Wait."

She shuddered.

"Uhhhhhh...." she protested.

"Ohhhhh..." I heard when I saw her pulling up on the clamp attached to her clit.

I lifted the flogger a little higher and began swinging it faster from side to side. The tails swung right up parallel to the floor before descending and swinging back up on the other side. In between, they made firmer contact with Josephine's delicious skin, making a fap fap fap sound as they connected on each pass.

I directed the contact mainly to her ass, but as time went on I covered most of her lower back too. Josephine had begun a low, almost inaudible constant moan, and I figured it was time to turn up the vibrator, and let her have her first orgasm.

"I'm going to let you cum Josephine. Wait until I turn the vibrator up a notch."

"Nnnnnmmmmmm..."

I slipped the flogger under my arm and reached down, sliding the vibrator slowly from her pussy. It glistened and I licked along it. Josephine tasted good. The vibrations made my teeth chatter.

I turned it up to 'two' and pushed it straight into her.

Immediately Josephine let loose with a groan that began in her chest and burst into an animalistic grunting. I raised the flogger and began swinging it again, flogging her right through her orgasm and prolonging it. I smiled to myself, watching her fucking back with her hips toward the descending flogger. Her ragged breath and moaning began to recede and she was just humming quietly and rolling her hips in time with me.

"That was beautiful..."

Fwap. 

Fwap. 

Fwap.

"Mmmmmm thank you Sir..."

"I want to try a bit harder now."

"Yes please, Sir."

"How much harder?"

"A fair bit."

"Slut."

She giggled.

"Uh huh."

Fwwapp.

"Mmmmmmmm... oh yeah that's good..."

I'd changed what I was doing.

I drew the tails up through the fingers in my left hand, then with a controlled swing, I moved the flogger in a small semi-circle and struck Josephine across the ass. It wasn't too hard, but she seemed to like it.

Fwwapp.

"Mmmmmmmm..."

Fwwapp.

Fwwapp.

I was starting to build a rhythm again. I locked into it and seemed to zone out. I could hear the sounds and I concentrated on not increasing the weight of the strikes. God, my cock was aching. Josephine had started moaning again. 

Fwwapp.

"Please... please... mmmmmmmmm..."

Fwwapp.

"What is it..."

"I need to.."

Fwwapp.

"Uhhhhh...."

"What Josephine..."

Fwwapp.

"What do you need..."

Fwwapp.

"Ooooooo..."

Fwwapp.

"Cum... please..."

"Not yet."

"Nooooo..." 

She started shaking and I could see she wasn't going to last long. 

I wanted to finish properly. 

I stopped flogging her and dragged the vibrator straight out of her clasping pussy. By now the entire vibrator was covered in her juices. I smiled to myself and turned it up to 'three'. It buzzed fiercely in my hand. Wow. I figured she was about to go nuts.

"You may cum when I start flogging you again. I won't flog you for long, but it will be firm. Ten swings, that's all. Listen to me."

She was biting her lip with her eyes closed, listening to me. She opened her eyes and looked up at me before replying.

"Yes Sir?"

"Keep tugging at the chain."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

She pulled a pillow under her head and closed her eyes again. I saw her grip the pillow with one hand and sink her teeth into it. Her other hand was underneath herself, tugging on the chains in different directions.

"Hurry... please..."

I shook my head and smiled before pushing the frantically buzzing vibrator in and out of her pussy. I fucked it an extra inch into her on each stroke till all six inches were buried. She was ready, so I took the flogger comfortably into my hand before swinging it back in a controlled manner and whipping the tails of it into Josephine's ass.

FfffWAP!

"One."

FfffWAP!

"Two."

"Oooohhhhhh...."

FfffWAP!

"Uhhhhhhh...."

"Three."

Josephine was cumming. She came hard and her thighs shook.

FfffWAP!

"Four."

She arched her back further and started grunting again, throwing her back up then arching hard down again and moaning gutturally.

FfffWAP!

"Five."

Her sounds were partly muffled due to the pillow in her mouth and I was thankful for it.

FfffWAP!

"Six."

"Ohhh.. Oohhhh... OooooooOhhhhhggodddddddd..."

FfffWAP!

"Seven."

She started quivering and shaking all over and then she just exploded. She pulled the clamp right off her clit and started pulling downwards instead as a paroxysm of jerks and shudders enveloped her.

I stopped and stood in awe, my cock throbbing. I tossed the flogger onto the bed and stepped up to her.

"Turn over, fuck your cunt with the vibrator."

In the midst of a quaking orgasm she managed to roll onto her side and see me stroking my throbbing cock fitfully, and aiming it at her face.

"Yessss..." she managed, before I let fly with three hours of pent up sexuality and spurted thick streams of hot cum across her face and onto the bed behind her. Josephine had raised her head and opened her mouth in an effort to catch some but most flew over her shoulder with the force. Still throbbing and oozing cum, I leant on one knee and fed my cock into her sucking mouth. 

I looked down at her and trailed my eyes down her body and back up to her face. She was looking up at me with hollowed cheeks, her eyes dancing with pleasure, sucking me firmly, and determined not to miss a drop. Finally, she released me and I slid thickly from her mouth. For a moment she closed her eyes and visibly swallowed. Then she reached up and took hold of my glistening cock, gliding her thumb down the underside, and brought the very last drop to its tip. I shook my head in amazement as she stared into my eyes and leaned forward, licking it off. She savoured it, then swallowed again. Exhausted, she fell onto her back, her chest rising and falling, and grinning at me. A few moments later, she reached down and cooed as she slid the vibrator from her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she spoke softly. 

"My fucking God."

I smiled and crawled onto the bed beside her, laying down and leaning on my elbow again. I took the vibrator from her hand, turned it off, and laid it aside.

"My fucking God..." she repeated.

I reached out to move the sliders down and she groaned softly as each clamp came away.

I lifted her up under one of her shoulders and turned her onto her side before spooning into her. I took the end of the butt plug in my fingers and gently corkscrewed it out of her.

She groaned again as the widest part stretched her once more, then shuddered as it slid out of her ass.

I kissed the back of her neck and held her warmly for a minute. 




Den of Iniquity Ch. 06



"I'll be back in just a sec."

"Mmmmmm..."

I hurriedly picked up the toys and entered Josephine's ensuite. I washed and dried them carefully before returning to her. I packed up my case and closed it, placing it on the floor and crawling into the bed with her.

She whispered as she snuggled into me.

"My fucking God, Sir..."

I smiled to myself.

I caressed up and down her arm, then down over her hip and back up over her tummy.

"Mmmmmm... please stay Sir... I couldn't even show you out..." she laughed softly.

"What time is it?"

"I have no idea."

"I think I will stay, actually."

She whispered, "It's all right Sir, I won't jump to any conclusions."

"It's just a training session."

She giggled quietly.

"Yes Sir."

I continued stroking Josephine's smooth skin, lightly dragging my nails up and down her slender thigh and kissing the back of her shoulder.

"Damn Josephine..." I whispered.

She turned around and looked at me.

"What is it Sir?"

"Well, look at you." 

I raised the sheets covering us and whistled at her.

She blushed.

"Do you like my body Sir?" she grinned.

"Oh yeah. I only know one other girl who could even come close to you."

"Oh yeah, who?"

"I don't think you'd know her."

"Try me."

"Sylvia Parker."

"Well that's hardly surprising Sir."

"Why's that?" I asked, perplexed.

Josephine shrugged before looking at me with her big brown eyes.

"Well, she IS my sister, Sir..."

Author's note: Thank you once again to rachel for her wonderful work on the challenge that is editing Nathan's drivel. 

And please vote. I don't know how well I'm doing if you don't.



Den of Iniquity Ch. 07



The realisation that Josephine was Sylvia's sister hit me in the stomach like a punch. I needed to get out of there. Of all the things she could have said, I wasn't prepared for that.

I picked up my clothes and dressed quickly. Before long, I was standing at her door, mumbling an apology for my hasty exit.

She kissed me and asked if she could see me again before the party. I told her I thought I would be a bit busy, but I would see. Her pout made me feel bad, but I needed to be at 'arms length' from these people. At least until I found out what was going on.

It was getting colder outside. It suited my mood. I wasn't sure why I was heading back to the Domina Flagrante. I convinced myself the walk would clear my head. 

It didn't help. 

It was just cold.

I mean, what was I getting into?

Josephine was no help. She didn't seem to know anything important. Her revelation made my stomach feel uneasy. As I walked down the street in the cool of late evening, I fought to recall the conversation we had while I was dressing. I'd already told her I had to get out of there. She was laying on her bed, still naked and beautiful, her head resting comfortably on her hand, propped up on an elbow, watching me do up the buttons on my shirt.

"Then you know she's in trouble?" I asked.

Josephine sat up, a concerned look overtaking the pout she had been wearing.

"She's in trouble? What kind of trouble?"

"Well, I'm not sure," I hesitated. "She's been acting strangely lately."

The look of concern disappeared as quickly as it came.

"She's always acting strangely. She's a strange person. You know her? From the legal game I mean?"

"She works at my office, Josephine. She'll be coming tomorrow night."

She rolled her eyes and fell back on the bed, talking to the ceiling. 

"Oh. Oh, right then. Well, no wonder she's been acting strangely. A lot of demons are being resurrected, Sir."

"Demons?"

"Sylvia would not be coming to the Domina Flagrante unless she had to."

That explained the confrontation we had in my office. I looked softly at Josephine.

"Does Chantelle know Sylvia?"

"Oh yeah," Josephine sighed in resignation.

"Let me get this right. Chantelle knows you are Sylvia Harper's sister?"

She sat up again, cross-legged this time. 

"Yes. Of course, Sir. Why? What's wrong, Sir?"

My mind was awhirl. What indeed? Had Chantelle simply forgotten to mention it to me? 

"She just hadn't said anything, that's all."

"They're not exactly on speaking terms Sir."

I could hardly think straight.

"I'm not sure if I understand." 

"Sylvia and Chantelle. They were best friends in school, Sir. But when I was nineteen I told Sylvia I was joining the BDSM lifestyle, and the whole story came out. She tried to convince me I would turn out just like Chantelle - a sad and sorry old lesbian."

Josephine shook her head sadly and continued. 

"Apparently Chantelle had done the same years before. 'Come out' I mean... Anyway, Sylvia went crazy, going on and on and telling me it was unnatural and that I'd end up beaten and dead in some alley. She screamed and pleaded and I tried so hard to explain but she just wouldn't listen. Honestly Sir, it's been ages since I've heard from her."

"Does she know about the Domina Flagrante? About Chantelle and her achievements?"

"Yes Sir, she's well aware of them. They have a rather antagonistic rivalry going. They've locked horns a number of times over the years. Something to do with Planning Regulations and some investments they'd made. I'm really not too sure about the details. I wasn't interested."

"Why not?"

"Sylvia disowned me when she found out I had hooked up with Chantelle."

"Okay, something about this is strange. Chantelle must be older than I think."

"Chantelle is forty-three Sir." 

"I would never have guessed that in a million years. And Sylvia?"

"My sister turns thirty-two this year. I came a little later. I am twenty-four Sir, in case you were wondering."

"But you said they were best friends in school."

"Indeed Sir. Chantelle went back to college to get a business degree. That's where they met, and became lovers."

"Sylvia and Chantelle were lovers???" 

"Well, according to Chantelle they were. Sylvia has never mentioned it to me."

"I never knew all this."

"There is a lot of history, Sir."

"So it seems. Do you have any problem with Sylvia coming to the party?"

"I hadn't really thought about it. No, I guess not. It might be weird if she speaks with me, but at the moment I think I'll just ignore her."

"What about Chantelle?"

"She hasn't mentioned it, Sir. But I imagine Chantelle would be looking forward to having Sylvia 'on her turf', if you know what I mean, Sir."

"Sorry for all the questions, Josephine."

"It's okay, Sir. I guess eventually there won't be any secrets. You know, once you have been around a while... and been filled in on everyone's history..."

I wasn't sure what to say. I had some thinking to do. I mean, what was going on? Was it something I should be concerned about? 

Was I a player or a pawn?

I chuckled to myself and Josephine smiled hopefully at me.

"Sir?"

"Sorry, Josephine. I was just thinking how much I hate not having control over a situation." I smiled at her.

She lounged back across her bed, her arms reaching above her and arching her back. 

"Well, I think you are doing fine, Sir," she giggled.

I smiled. I couldn't resist. I had to ask.

"So you don't know anything about any photos of her?"

"Photos? Of Sylvia? What kind of photos?"

She was looking up at the ceiling again.

"X-rated ones."

"I don't know anything about any x-rated photos of Sylvia, Sir. They would be extremely embarrassing for her though, if there were any."

If I was standing anywhere else but where I was, I might have seen the look on Josephine's face.

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Briefly I wondered if the wind had turned around. I seemed to be heading into it once again. I thought it was about time winter made its presence known. 

I was also thinking I had really better get that envelope from Chantelle's safe. It was starting to look like it really shouldn't be there. It should be in my hands. Not hers. I just had a bad feeling. A bad feeling that was driving me on, toward the Domina Flagrante.

Up the marble steps I walked. They looked more impressive at night than during the day. The smooth cold black marble of the heavy, ornate balustrade almost matched the temperature of my hand, despite the fact that I'd had it stuffed deeply in the pocket of my pants. A chill ran through me.

I pressed the button on the intercom and was surprised to hear Jonathan's deep ebony voice boom from the speaker.

"Domina Flagrante, may I help you?"

"Jonathan, Roger Moore here."

"Ah, come in Sir, welcome."

The heavy door clicked and whirred, opening slowly. I was met by a burst of warm air and Jonathan's smiling, open face.

"It's good to see you again Sir. May I take your jacket?"

I tossed up whether to have Jonathan call me a taxi and instead decided to stay a little while. I wanted to be alert for the party, but after looking at my watch, figured I had an hour or so before I should be heading to bed.

"No thanks Jonathan, I might stay a little while, but I will keep my suit intact."

"Please Sir, I really think I should take your jacket."

He smiled at me conspiratorially, took my elbow and moved me over to the Coat Room anyway.

"What's going on, Jonathan? What's this all about?"

Jonathan looked around to see if we were out of range of the cameras and leaned down, whispering in my ear. 

"It's Adrian, Sir, I think he might be in trouble. I think Chantelle has him in the Training Room."

"What's going on? And why is it any of my business?"

"It's to do with an envelope you gave to Chantelle for safekeeping, Sir. Apparently it has gone missing and only Chantelle and Adrian know the combination to her safe."

"Oh, good Lord. I... ugh, never mind. I better go see what's going on."

"As you wish Sir, first door on the right heading towards Mistress's office, Sir."

"Thank you, Jonathan."

I bounded up the stairs intent on at least finding out... what? God, I really didn't know. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked around. I felt dizzy. My mind was whirling with questions.

Should I be interrupting this? What if Adrian 'did' steal the envelope, what did that mean? He must be working for someone else, or maybe he is in love with Chantelle, or Sylvia, or.... what am I thinking? I must be going mad!

Or maybe it's something else, a 'misunderstanding'. Surely that's it. Adrian couldn't do something like that, it's not in him. He must has moved it when cleaning or something.

I slapped the sides of my head.

Who cleans the insides of safes???

Think, man, think!

My feet took me to the door with the small sign above it, saying "Training Room". I was rapping on the door before I'd taken a breath.

The door flew open and Chantelle stood there, dressed in black leather almost from top to toe. A silky red corset split her in two with it's black laces cinched tight. She wore long black leather gloves and sculpted thigh high black leather boots and a black leather mini. She teetered on high heels and the tops of her breasts bulged over the cups of the corset with her rapid deep breaths.

"Roger! Perfect! Come on in!" 

With that she took my hand in hers and pulled me into the Training Room.

I heard the 'clunk clack' of the heavy door closing behind me and knew I was locked in. 

"Adrian here stole the envelope right out of my safe."

"It can't be true."

"It is. Come, you can hear it from his own mouth."

I heard whimpering coming from one corner of the torch lit room, and, looking around, was surprised by the feelings this room elicited. It was a dungeon, through and through. I noted the faux stonework and beams and rafters. A whipping post with large rings hanging from it. A heavy wooden X with straps and buckles bolted to the wall. A set of stocks replete with sweat marks around the pillory holes. Chantelle must have realised my eyes were adjusting and had seen me looking around as we made our way toward the sounds.

"I set this room up much like a dungeon, right down to setting the temperature two degrees lower than the rest of the building. As you can see there is a lovely pillory imported from England. Cost a pretty penny too, I might add."

Why was she in such a chipper mood? It was like a weight had been lifted from her.

"And some of the shackles you can see hanging from the beam overhead, along with a lot of the chain work you see around you, come from one of the best old world blacksmiths in France. I must admit that most of the leather cuffs and in fact anything made from leather in here, I had custom made. Like this training table. Feel that."

"Mmmmm, nice work," I said honestly, passing my hand over the leather surface and admiring the craftsmanship. I also noted the kid leather straps woven into the plush, upholstered tabletop.

"Thank you Roger, I knew you would appreciate it. Now over here..."

"Goodness!"

"Now, now, Roger, try to remember Adrian is familiar with the things I have planned for him. And he has confessed. And... he has accepted this punishment in lieu of dismissal. Good help is so hard to find these days, you know..."

My God, she actually winked at me. 

Poor Adrian was gagged and his eyes were bulging out of his head. He was naked and tied down on his back to what looked suspiciously like a rack. His feet had been raised above his head and shackled next to his hands and his red ass was in the air. What I couldn't make out was the tangle of black that appeared around his crotch. 

"CBT."

"Sorry?"

"CBT. 'Cock and ball torture'. CBT for short. I have his genitals lightly bound in leather."

"That's gotta hurt."

Chantelle cackled. 

"Only if he gets an erection, poor boy."

I shook my head. 

"He confessed?"

"Yep."

"May I speak with him?"

"Sure! Just let me take this gag off him. Sorry, but his whiny English accent gives me the shits sometimes."

I shook my head and looked down on Adrian as the ball gag was removed from his mouth.

"H.. hello Sir," he spluttered, the pain in his voice apparent.

"Are you all right, Adrian?"

"N.. nothing I d.. don't deserve, Sir."

"What's going on?" Yeah Roger, go for the jugular. I wished I could punch myself.

Smack!

Chantelle smacked his ass hard.

"Ohhhh..."

"Tell the man..."

"Y.. yes, M.. Mistressss... I stole it... I thought it had m.. money in it.. th.. then .. I ...I ...lost it... so.. sorry S.. Sir."

"I'm sorry, Roger. I don't know what must have come over him. Still, it's been some time since I've had reason to discipline him. Adrian is usually so well behaved. Aren't you, pet?"

Smack!!

"Ughhh.. sorry M.. Mistress.. I'll n.. never do it again..."

Chantelle waved her hand nonchalantly and turned to me again.

"Adrian assures me it was the first and only time he has ever contemplated doing something like this, that he was desperate with a gambling debt and would have paid the money back. It was either this or his job, sooo...."

I just shook my head.

Adrian's ass looked like it was seriously sunburnt. There were small welts and bruises raised in lines across his cheeks. Even his asshole was red. I winced. What had she been doing to him?

"What makes lines like that across the skin, Chantelle? It looks nasty."

"That's what a firm caning looks like once done. He won't be sitting or lying on his back for a couple of days. No less than he deserves I might add. He's lucky I didn't cane his balls. God, Roger. I'm sorry about the envelope, but with everything that's going on, and the party coming up.." she looked at her watch, "tonight!" She smiled, "I think it's a good thing to have one less issue to deal with."

"Yes, I guess you are right."

She smiled at me and winked. "Tonight, eh? Such fun..." She had a faraway look in her eyes and turned from me. She picked up a round leather paddle and I watched as she slapped the heavy, flat object several of times on her open palm. "Gonna stay and watch?" Her eyes twinkled again. 

"Ah, no. I think I'll go. Actually, you wouldn't have Annie's number, would you?"

"Bit late to be calling her isn't it? I would have thought after Josephine, you would have been exhausted. You never cease to amaze me, Sir." She giggled and reached inside the corset between her breasts. I shook my head and grinned, and caught her black master key when she threw it to me. 

"I was going to call her tomorrow to ah, to see if she wanted to come to the party with me."

"Oh you are adorable, Roger. Go on, it's in the rolladex on my desk. Wilkinson, right?"

I nodded.

"Under 'W' then."

"Thanks, Chantelle. I'll be right back."

"Oh, we'll be here." She looked down at Adrian. "Won't we, you naughty boy?"

"Yes, Mistress," Adrian replied.

He sounded almost eager.

****************************************************************

Entering Chantelle's office, I headed toward her desk and sat down in her large leather chair. I picked up her rolladex and looked quickly round to see if I was being watched. I hoped Chantelle wouldn't have a camera in her own office. I took the risk and quickly leafed through it, my fingers shaking.

"I'd make a hopeless detective," I thought to myself.

I took my diary from my inside jacket pocket and readied my pen. I was leafing through to Sylvia Harper and stopped in my tracks. Right before getting to "Harper", there was "Hammerstein". My jaw dropped. Chantelle has my boss's number? There noted on the small cardboard page was "S's boss". Added in a different colour was "R's too." I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach.

I flicked over one page and there was Sylvia's home number. And her office number, and her cell. Even her cell? Hmmm. I jotted down the number just in case.

I turned back to the rolladex and fumbled with it almost dropping it. What if Chantelle has Gardner's number too. God I better get Annie's number. Have I been taking too long? Will Chantelle get suspicious? I flicked to the back and worked my way forward. I got to Annie's number and wrote down her home and cell numbers.

After quickly tidying Chantelle's desk, I stood up and put my diary back in my pocket. I moved behind the chair and pushed it in. I went to walk around Chantelle's desk and noticed the open floor safe over by the wall under the bar area. I was walking over to take a look when Chantelle's door clicked and started opening.

It gave me a start and I felt the heat in my face as Chantelle came through the door on a mission.

"I need to find a.... what are you doing, Roger?"

"I was.. was just looking in the safe."

"There's nothing in there."

"The envelope was the only thing you had in there?"

She nodded.

"Well if he left it open like that, he didn't conceal his crime very well."

"Oh no, I left it open, I just forgot to close it again."

"And the envelope was the only thing in there?"

"Yes."

"Then why were you looking in the safe? How did you find out it was missing?"

"Alright. You got me there. I got curious. I wanted to know."

"Wanted to know what?"

"Jesus Roger, what do you know?"

"I asked first."

"This isn't a game."

"Well, I know there is something going on, something between you and Sylvia."

"Oh that." 

She waved her hand.

"What's coming to Sylvia, she brought upon herself."

"I don't want this party to become a mess, Chantelle."

"Don't worry, I'll be discrete. I have that bitch right where I want her, and I don't need a photo of her for anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find a new crop. Somehow I broke one on Adrian's ass..."

She moved through the curtains into her 'study'. She called out to me.

"Show yourself out would you, Roger?"

I shook my head. I knew when I was being dismissed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Chantelle."

"Call me."

"Okay. And thanks."

I walked over to the door and looked down its side for the release button I'd seen Chantelle use. I found and pressed it and the door opened. 

Walking through it and looking over my shoulder I saw it closing behind me.

Turning back to the corridor leading from Chantelle's office, I set off down the hall past the Training Room.

"I would have liked to have spoken with Adrian," I thought.

"Sir? Is Adrian okay?"

It was Jonathan, waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

"As good as can be expected under the circumstances I guess, Jonathan," I replied.

"What do you mean Sir?"

"Well, Adrian is being punished for stealing the envelope, Jonathan."

"But.. but... he wouldn't do it, Sir. There's just no way..."

We were walking almost side by side, back toward the entranceway.

"And yet he did Jonathan. He did. I heard it from his own mouth."

He shook his big black head.

"He wouldn't do it Sir, he wouldn't!" he implored.

"He needed money, gambling or something... he thought it was money, then he lost it."

"He wouldn't do it, Sir. Adrian is 'anti' everything. He is very strict on himself, Sir. He doesn't drink or gamble. He never does ANYthing wrong..."

He shook his head again.

"Maybe he's protecting someone. Maybe it's a conspiracy!"

"C'mon, Jonathan. I heard him. I know he's telling the truth."

I took Jonathan's arm and led him back to the safety of the coat room by the entranceway.

I whispered and Jonathan leant down, his breath smelling of hazelnuts.

"What do you mean 'maybe he's protecting someone'?"

"I swear to you Sir, Adrian did NOT steal that envelope. I KNOW him, Sir. He wouldn't do it."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, he is covering up for something, Sir. Maybe something big."




Den of Iniquity Ch. 07



My eyes narrowed.

"What do you know, Jonathan?"

"Nothing, Sir. Honest. All I know is, Adrian has been fretting over something lately."

"Hmmmm..."

"Let me give you his number, Sir."

So much for staying 'arms length'.

"Yes, alright."

I took out my diary and wrote down the number Jonathan gave me.

"Maybe he'll talk to you, Sir. He sure won't talk to me."

"Well I don't know about that. It all seems pretty cut and dried."

"Nothing is cut and dried around here, Sir."

"Why doesn't that surprise me."

Jonathan smiled.

"Is everything in order for..." Jonathan looked at his watch, "tonight Sir?"

"Is it that late?" I asked smiling.

"It certainly is, Sir."

"I'm glad it's the weekend."

"You've had a couple of days off though, haven't you, Sir?"

"Are there no secrets around here?"

"Not too many, Sir."

I smoothed my jacket.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jonathan."

"I'll be working the floor at your party, Sir."

"I'm pleased."

"That makes me feel good, Sir."

"Call me a taxi?"

"Sure Sir. Would you like a coffee while you wait?"

"No thanks Jonathan, I'll just wait outside."

Just then a phone rang. Jonathan rolled his eyes and mouthed the word "internal" to me. He withdrew his phone from the back pocket of his black dress pants, opened it and put it to his ear. I sat down in the lone chair in the coat room while he took the call. 

"Yes Ma'am... yes Ma'am.... I'll make sure Mr. Terrazzo is informed, yes Ma'am.... Thank you Ma'am."

He hung up and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Ugh, I feel like an errand boy."

"Sorry?"

"Since Claudio, I mean Mr. Terrazzo," he winked, "declared his interest in the Domina Flagrante, he wants to be kept abreast of everything, Sir."

"Claudio is a partner?"

"Yes, for some years apparently, Sir."

"Wow."

"That's what I said too, Sir."

I was just about to remind Jonathan about the taxi, when suddenly Chantelle was there, eyes blazing.

"Is Roger here!?"

"Mistress?"

"Who do you have behind here..." She pushed between Jonathan and the doorway of the coat room and stood looking at me with her fists clenched by her sides.

"Ah, Roger, here you are... I suppose it was an accident you forgot to leave my key behind..."

I stood and looked her straight in the eyes, withdrawing the key from my pocket.

"Indeed, Chantelle. A simple oversight," I said holding it out to her.

She took it gently from my hand as she stepped close to me and spoke quietly.

"I thought so."

I looked down on her and saw fear in her eyes. Something else was going on.

"Are you okay, Chantelle?"

She pressed herself against me and I wrapped my arms around her and felt her trembling. When she spoke, it was barely above a whisper.

"I just... I just don't know who to trust..."

As she sobbed quietly in my arms, I turned her around and with her face buried in my chest, walked her quickly back up to her office. She gripped the key tightly in her hands against her chest.

I was glad for her that no one saw us.

I guided her into her office and sat her down on her desk. 

"I have a confession to make," I said.

"Then I need a drink."

I chuckled. I could hardly stop myself liking her. I was pleased she felt as comfortable as she did, yet intrigued as to why she still seemed so open to me.

"What will it be then, I'm buying."

"Scotch on the rocks."

I turned to walk to the bar to make a drink for her, and heard her sigh behind me.

I spoke loudly to the wall as I poured.

"If there's anything you want to talk about first, I don't mind..."

"Ohhhh, it's nothing..."

I imagined her waving her hand as she spoke. I didn't push it.

As I passed her her drink, I asked, "Is Adrian alright?"

"He'll be fine. He's lucky he still has a job."

I walked around her desk and sat in the chair opposite her. I looked down at my hands and started to feel foolish.

"I've been doing a lot of speculating."

"I can't help you out, Roger. I lost almost everything when the dot com bubble burst. I'm only just starting to recover."

"Ah, I didn't mean investment speculating... perhaps I should have said 'pondering'."

" 'Speculating' implies you were gambling on outcomes, Roger. Were you gambling on outcomes, Roger?"

I was really close to being rude.

"No more games, Chantelle."

She was quiet a moment, staring at me. I stared back.

I almost flinched.

"Sorry Roger. Sometimes I get carried away."

Her voice was so small I was almost startled. Absent was her calm confidence. My eyes narrowed. I spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You told me once of the importance of honesty. Do you remember?"

"I do."

"When I met you in the salon the other morning, you said you thought you recognised the woman in the newspaper. I want you to tell me exactly what went through your mind."

Chantelle's shoulders dropped. At first I thought she looked defeated. Then looking into her eyes as she raised hers to mine, I saw something else. Was it relief?

"Alright. As long as you do the same."

"Deal."

"I thought it was Sylvia. Yes, I know her. It looked like her. Her face was censored, but from the headline I was pretty sure it was her. I also was a little worried for her for a second, then I thought, 'serves her right'."

"I got the impression you were surprised."

"It wasn't what I thought she was into, no."

"You had nothing to do with it?"

"Roger! That's ridiculous!"

I stood up. I couldn't look at her. I paced over to the bar and back again. That sounded genuine. But it can't be right. She stands to benefit from her downfall. She gets to humiliate her. She "owns" her.

"You understand I work with this woman. I have a legitimate interest here."

She sighed.

She actually sighed.

I looked up at her and she was looking down, into her lap, fidgeting with one of her rings. When she spoke, it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

"It's.... it's complicated... god I hardly know you Roger."

"I probably know more than you think."

"Oh really," she said indignantly.

I held up my hands in submission.

"Nothing would surprise me, Chantelle."

"Would it surprise you to know I hate her? And love her? That she broke my heart? That she wouldn't even be friends? Would it surprise you to know how much she hates me? That I've tried to talk to her? That it's no use? That she won't listen? That she told me point blank that she wanted me dead?"

She looked up into my eyes.

"She wants me dead, Roger."

"Oh, c'mon."

She stared at me again. I wasn't going to win this one.

"You think she is behind the death threats?"

"I can't think of anyone else who hates me as much as she does."

Now it was me sighing.

I sat back down across the desk from her.

"Josephine told me."

"Josephine?"

"Yeah, she told me all about how you used to be lovers and how Sylvia rejected you and the lifestyle."

"She has loose lips, that girl."

I looked into her eyes and they were sparkling. I smiled as the humour of her words struck me. Chantelle began to chuckle and covered her mouth.

"Hehe... not really," I winked, and laughed too.

Chantelle giggled a little then composed herself. She took a breath, then looked me in the eyes.

"If Sylvia asked, I'd take her back today."

I smiled ruefully and nodded, holding her gaze. For a moment it was quiet.

"It's late."

"I'll get you a taxi, or did Jonathan order you one?"

"Thanks, Chantelle, I'm sure if he did, it's gone by now," I said, standing.

"Roger, I apologise for not being completely honest with you. I have only just met you and while I get the feeling you are going to be around a while, I am still reluctant to involve you in my personal business."

"I understand, I just figured you had a lot to gain from Sylvia being hurt, or worse."

"Honestly Roger, I'd like to teach her a lesson. I think she's out to get me, and I'd love the chance to turn the tables. Make her admit it and in front of her colleagues. Get the truth out of her. So everyone knows what a cold hearted, calculating bitch she is. Not to mention recording it for the police."

Her hands were clenched in fists and she stood shaking before continuing.

"But would I have her gangbanged? And photographed? No. It's not my style." 

There was that rueful smile again. 

"I would rather have taken strips off her hide."

"There's always tonight!" I winked, not knowing where that came from.

"Oh, Roger. I wouldn't do anything to spoil your party, and I think she'll be on her guard. I doubt whether I'll get within twenty feet of her."

I nodded and was silent a moment. Then I yawned. The night was catching up on me.

"I'll get you that taxi. Go on. Get outta here. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, and thanks Chantelle. For being so honest."

I was tired. I was also pretty convinced Chantelle either had no idea what was going on, or had bigger fish to fry. As I looked out the window of the taxi and watched the city lights go by, I was thinking about the party and how to keep the warring parties apart. I also hoped that photo was gone forever. I agreed with Chantelle. It would make things a lot less complicated.

Then I narrowed my eyes. Claudio appeared to be the loose cannon. He must have slipped the photo in my jacket. But why? And did I have to be careful around him? I'd had a couple of run-ins with the Mob when I'd worked on building sites. They were dangerous. 

I shook my head. He didn't seem the type. 

Then again, there'd been a lot of surprises recently.

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Later, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, I started to get hard. 

The image of Josephine flooded my mind. Her tongue was extended and her mouth open, reaching for my cock as I shot cum over her shoulder, then across her face...

Like a video playing over and over...

Intoxicating...

Moaning...

Images swirling...

Squirming...

Almost hallucinagenic... 

Her voice was clear...

"Please... please..."

Forms danced on the backs of my eyelids... 

I needed sleep...

I couldn't sleep...

Chantelle caressing my cock...

Caressing and looking down...

Squeezing...

Admiring...

So hard...

"It's so hard..."

Annie...

Lifting the hem of her shift...

Blushing...

Throbbing...

Fuck it...

I slipped my fingers tightly around my cock... 

Squeezing it in my fist...

I was surprised I was so hard...

Oh, so hard...

"I'm so hard..."

So hot...

I rolled onto my back...

I squeezed my cock tight in my fist again and again...

Trembling...

Feeling the nails of my other hand gently taunting the tight skin under the head...

Almost scratching...

Moaning softly to myself...

Images...

Annie...

On her knees...

Apologising...

Apologising for her need...

"I'm sorry, Sir."

"I'm sorry."

"You must think I'm such a slut."

Taking her hand...

Pressing it to myself...

Letting her feel me...

Clenching my teeth...

"Be yourself."

"Without shame."

Her eyes bright...

Looking up at me...

Skin tingling...

Balls tingling...

"Please..."

Her mouth...

Inhaling me...

Sliding down my length...

Eyes smiling...

My hips arched off the bed...

My cock spasmed, my hand a blur...

Shuddering...

"Ohhhhfuckkkk......"

Throbbing...

Spurting...

Again and again...

Hand slowing...

Sticky...

Breathing hard...

"God..."

Then slower...

Slower...

Relaxing...

I rolled over...

Closed my eyes... 

And slept.

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Den of Iniquity Ch. 08



Author's note: Welcome to the continuing story of "Den of Iniquity". This convoluted tale of lies, deception and the search for the truth really does rely on the reader enjoying it from the start. If you are interested in plot and character development, along with a 'real' BDSM story and 'eroticism you sometimes have to wait for', please ensure you read from Chapter One. And vote!! lol For those wishing for a quick fix, maybe try elsewhere. Mind you, this chapter is fun...

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"Ring! Ring!"

I heard something in my sleep and tossed.

"Ring! Ring!"

My dream bent.

I thought the phone was ringing. 

Then I realised it 'was' ringing.

Momentarily disoriented, I awoke and sat up in bed, reaching for the phone and yawning. I brought it to my ear and wondered briefly who might be calling me at this hour. Looking at my alarm clock, I realised it wasn't as early as I thought. 

I hoped it wasn't my ex-wife.

"Um... hello?"

"Roger? Is that you?"

"Ah, yeah. Who's this?" 

"It's Annie Wilkinson, Sir. From ...um ...work."

"Oh. Hello, Annie. What a surprise. I mean, a nice surprise."

"Can you talk, Sir? I'm sorry for calling so early."

"Yes, I can talk. It's not that early, Annie. I'm just still half asleep, that's all."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry again, Sir."

"It's alright, Annie. Tell me, how did you get my number?"

"It's in the book, Sir."

"Oh. Yes. Of course it is, how silly of me," I said, feeling guilty.

Giggles came down the phone line.

"Are you always like this first thing in the morning, Sir?"

"Always." 

I laughed with her.

"So, to what do I owe this call, Annie?"

"Ugh... I'm sorry to bother you with this, Sir. But it's Sylvia."

I sighed to myself.

"What's happened now?"

"She's gone missing."

"Missing?"

"I've tried calling her, but she doesn't answer. No one seems to know where she is.. or care..."

She sniffled.

"Look, I'm sure there must be some logical explan..."

"No, Sir. I KNOW something's wrong. It's something to do with that picture. The one you have. I just know it, Sir."

"I don't have it..."

"But Claudio said..."

"Claudio?"

"Yes, Sir. Claudio said he made sure you had the picture. Then he could stay clear of it all."

"Stay clear of it all?"

"Yeah, I didn't know what he meant either."

"Oh, good Lord..." I muttered.

"What is it, Sir?"

"Oh, nothing. I just feel like things are getting more out of control, rather than less. It doesn't matter. Sorry, please go on."

"Yes, Sir. All I know is, Sylvia said she had a meeting last night and was concerned about it and to call in the morning to check on her but she's not home and..."

"Slow down, Annie. Slow down."

"Gosh... I'm sorry, Sir. I am just really worried."

"I'm sure Sylvia can take care of herself."

"I don't think so, Sir."

"Sorry?"

"Sylvia has taken to drinking, Sir. God knows what she might have gotten herself into."

"I really think you are worrying about nothing, Annie."

"You are not helping, Sir."

I furrowed my brow.

"I'm trying to point out the lack of a necessity to be concerned on your part, Annie."

I should have known she would furrow hers.

"And I'm trying to tell you that I can't just shut off my concern for a friend, Sir".

I sighed to myself. I could tell Annie was close to the end of her tether, and I wasn't helping. I put the heel of my hand against my forehead, feeling the beginnings of a small headache. 

Finally she spoke again.

"I'm sorry to bother you with this, Sir. I just didn't know where else to turn."

"And I apologise for being less than sensitive to your concerns, Annie. I'm not feeling too good. Nerves, I guess."

"Thank you for saying that, Sir. And I'm sure the party will be great. Claudio said everything is arranged." 

I could hear the soft smile in her voice.

"That's the second time you have mentioned Claudio."

"He's been a good mentor, Sir."

"I don't think I'm following you."

"A 'mentor', Sir. One who introduces another to the lifestyle, who provides advice, and keeps him or her from erring."

"An important job."

"Similar to Chantelle for you, I imagine, Sir."

"Yeah," I said, thinking about Josephine and all the advice she'd given me. "Yes, I suppose so."

I heard Annie sigh.

"I wish I knew what to do, Sir."

"Sometimes all one can do is wonder, Annie."

She sighed again. 

"Yes. I suppose you are right, Sir."

A moment of silence enveloped us.

"I probably should be going now..."

"Wait, Annie..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"I am about to go feed my fish, Sir. Otherwise I have no plans until this afternoon."

I hoped I detected that smile in her voice again.

"This afternoon?"

"I have to start getting ready for the party, Sir. There is a certain Dominant I wish to impress."

"Claudio?"

"No, not Claudio, Sir. I don't want Claudio. He's a bit too crazy for me," she giggled. "Um, can I tell you something, Sir?"

"Sure."

"Well two things, actually. I rang Claudio because he's my mentor, Sir. I wasn't sure what to do. He was the one who suggested I ring you."

"Ah, I see."

"And the other thing is, Claudio was involved with Josephine until recently, Sir. That's probably why she was quick to pounce on you, on the rebound or something. All I know is, Claudio was mortified. But I don't know why. I mean, Josephine's a bit crazy, but she wouldn't harm a flea."

"I'm not so sure about that, I don't trust her."

"Oh, Sir. I'm not sure what to think."

"You are not alone."

Another silence descended upon us. 

"Annie?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You meant me, didn't you?"

In a small voice she said, "Yes, Sir."

I rolled that fact around in my head a moment. I had to be honest.

"Did you also know I was with Josephine again last night?"

Once again there was a short pause.

"I didn't know that, no, Sir."

I knew what I was about to say was true.

"It will be the last time."

"Yes, Sir."

"And Annie..."

"Yes, Sir?"

"I'm already impressed."

I could hear her breathing down the line.

"I'm blushing, Sir."

I smiled to myself, imagining her. Finally I spoke softly.

"So, where does Claudio fit into all this? You're not seeing him at all?"

"Oh gosh, no, Sir. But, I did once. Oh, it's complicated, Sir. Could I meet you somewhere? I would so much prefer to talk to you in person."

"Um, yeah, good idea." I grinned. "I'll just shower and wake up and meet you for coffee."

"Thank you, Sir. Um.. where?" 

"On the corner of Stewart and Marketown, there's a coffee shop..."

"I know it."

"I'll meet you there in..." I looked at the clock, "...three hours?"

"At midday, Sir?" She sounded disappointed.

"I have a couple of things to do."

"Oh. Yes, okay, Sir."

For one, I needed to visit an adult shop. And a linen shop, for another. Looking around my apartment, I thought I might visit a hardware store for paint too, but that could wait.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, suddenly realising I'd left my toys at Josephine's place.

"What's wrong?!"

"Oh... I just remembered I needed to do something. It's okay."

"Yes, Sir. Does that mean you'll be even later?"

I imagined she was pouting.

"No, I don't think so. I'll be there at twelve."

"Okay, I'll give you my number. Do you have a pen?"

I was wondering how I could get my case, get out of Josephine's place, and still do everything I had to do.

"I already have it," I said, not thinking.

"You do? It's unlisted, Sir."

"Oh, um. Okay, you caught me. I asked Chantelle and she gave it to me last night."

"Oh, Sir. I already knew that."

I sensed her smiling once again.

"You 'have' been busy this morning, haven't you."

I grinned.

"Umm... sorry, Sir." She giggled again. "I'm bad."

I shook my head and smiled. I hoped a shower and some food would give me the energy to think more quickly on my feet.

"I'll see you at midday, Annie."

"Yes, Sir. See you then."

A few minutes later in the shower, I shook my head in wonder. How did I forget my new case? Damn that Josephine and her bombshells. I couldn't believe it. I vowed never to leave it anywhere ever again. 

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I heard the phone again. I wrapped my towel around my hips and walked into the kitchen.

"Who could that be, now?" I wondered aloud.

I decided to let the machine take it while I made coffee.

"Hello, this is Roger, I can't get to the phone right now, leave a message and I'll call you back..."

"Sir? Sir??? Please, pick up if you are there!"

It was Adrian.

I smiled, thinking of Chantelle's description of his voice.

Putting aside my half-made coffee, I picked up the receiver and looked down, seeing the light on the machine, blinking and indicating an existing message I hadn't noticed before. It must have been left while I was in the shower.

"Hello, Adrian. Roger here."

"Oh Sir, thank God you are there. Oh my God. Oh my God! What have I done?"

"What is it, Adrian? What's the matter?"

"I lied, Sir! I lied to Mistress and to you and... and ...oh my God, what have I done?"

"Slow down, Adrian. Slow down. Now what's happened?"

"Well, I... oh Sir... I'm in so much trouble..."

"What happened, Adrian? And what does it have to do with me?"

"It's your envelope, Sir. The one with the pho..."

CLICK!

Bzzzzzzz....

My jaw dropped and for a moment no words escaped. I rattled the disconnect button on the phone like I'd seen in the movies. I should have known it was useless.

"Fuck!" I said aloud, slamming down the receiver. 

Then I remembered I had Adrian's number. I ran to my bedroom and rummaged through my closet. I quickly slipped my diary out of my jacket pocket and looked up the number while I strode back to the phone on the wall. Once I found it, I dialed as fast as I could.

Busy signal. 

"Fuck!"

I tried again and again but it was busy each time. I thought surely Adrian understood the importance of completing his call to me. I started to wonder if he was all right.

"You've seen too many movies," I said to myself.

Then I remembered the message on the answering machine. I thought maybe he'd called earlier and already told the story. Maybe it was right there on the answering machine.

I quickly pressed the required buttons and listened to my own voice telling the caller I wasn't home and waited impatiently for the message.

I sighed immediately when it wasn't Adrian.

"Fuck," I repeated under my breath this time.

Recognition hit me. It was Josephine. She was talking in a 'business tone'. I rewound the message and listened to it from the beginning.

"Roger Sir, Josephine here. I dropped your case outside your apartment door a few minutes ago. I'm just hopping into a taxi outside your building. I'm so excited. I'm going to see my sister today. Isn't that wonderful?" 

She'd started to gush by now and my eyes narrowed. She did sound very convincing, but she sounded almost crazy. 

"I'm a little busy or I would have stayed, especially after last night." 

She tittered and went on. I shuddered. Something about her had started to bother me.

"Sylvia says she wants to really make a splash tonight, and I've volunteered to help her! It's going to be such fun."

I guessed the bridges had been repaired. But there was that slightly crazy laugh again.

"Well Sir, big loving kisses for my Sir, mmmwwaaahhh.. and I'll look forward to seeing you toni..." Click. 

The message ended.

"Good Lord."

Just then, the phone rang again. 

I picked it up before it had a chance to ring twice.

"Adrian?!" I almost shouted.

"Yes, Sir! God, thank God I caught you. She must be on her way back down by now. Bloody mobile phones... Sorry Sir. Josephine, Sir! Josephine!! You have got to stop her! I can't talk - check your case!"

Click.

"FUCK!"

I ran to the window and watched a taxi pulling away down below.

"Damn!"

I sprinted to my doorway and threw it open. There stood my case, with a ribbon, tied in a bow, attached to it. I grabbed the handle of the box and swung it inside, my heel pushing the door closed with a thud.

After slamming it on my kitchen table, I undid the latches and threw it open. 

Nothing. 

Everything was there, in its proper place. 

But no envelope.

The edge of the red foam lifted when I slid my fingers between it and the edge of the box. I did the same on the opposite edge and lifted out the contents.

"Yes!"

There was the envelope!

Then I sputtered in shock as I turned it over in my hands.

"But!"

"But!"

It wasn't the same!

It was a difference size. Similar but different. It felt heavier. Or, lighter... or something! The writing was similar. But not the same.

I tore it open and the contents, a picture and a note, fell on the table.

I picked up the picture. It was of Josephine in a string bikini. She was looking back over her shoulder and tilting down her sunglasses looking into the camera. It was a good shot. She looked like she was on holidays, surrounded by sand and sunshine.

I shook my head in confusion.

I opened the note and flattened it on the table with the edge of my palm. Pulling out a chair and sliding into it, I started reading.

"Dear Roger,

If you have opened this envelope, then my little game is on. You see, every attempt to steam open the original envelope failed. (How 'do' they do that in the movies?) And unfortunately I couldn't let you have the photograph. 

No. That would be no fun at all.

You see, WITH the photograph, I control the game. I control everyone and you are all the pawns. I'm the Queen. And you are all my subjects. 

I can do whatever I like.

What is the photograph of? My my, Roger. Haven't you guessed? Goodness, Sirrr, surely a big strong man, with your intellect, can figure it out. Or perhaps it's not a photograph at all! Wouldn't that be fun!

Oh, Roger, don't be mad at me. You'll see. You'll see! I've worked it all out and I can have everything. Even you. 

If you'll have me.

With love and kisses,

Josephine"

I sat back and shook my head. Then I leaned forward and read it again. 

"I think she's certifiable," I chuckled. "Wait til everyone finds out about this!"

I stood up and hesitated.

"Chantelle is going to be livid."

I was glad I wasn't in Josephine's shoes.

I looked at my watch. Nine-thirty in the morning. "Well, at least I don't need to go to Josephine's apartment."

I decided to call Chantelle. Then at the last moment, I thought, "Stuff it."

"I'll call Sylvia."

I flicked through my diary to 'Harper' and dialed her mobile. What happened next left me shaking my head all over again.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Sylvia. It's Roger."

"Who?"

"Roger. Roger Moore, from work."

"Oh, Roger. Hello. I'm busy right now."

"Um. Are you all right?"

"Yes..." Cough. Cough. "Just a little cold. Nothing to worry about."

"Annie said she couldn't contact you earlier."

"Oh, that. I slept in. Everything's fine." Cough.

Hmmm...

"Okay, see you at the party."

"Oh yes, I'm looking forward to it. Bye."

Click.

That was weird. I wondered why she hadn't asked where I got her number. That wasn't like Sylvia at all. More likely she would have torn my head off for invading her privacy.

"She must be pretty sick," I chuckled.

At least Annie will be pleased. I debated calling her and letting her know while I finished my coffee. I figured I'd let her stew for a bit. No harm in that.

I shook my head. 

"Wonders will never cease."

After shaving and changing, I stood before the mirror checking how I looked. Wearing black denim jeans with a crisp, white, open-necked shirt under my black leather jacket, I thought I looked pretty good. 

I slipped on some runners and grabbed my sunglasses and perched them on my head, then headed out the door.

It was beautiful out.

I made a beeline across town to where I knew there was an adult supermarket. Chantelle had recommended it and I knew it wasn't far. 

It was a typical Saturday morning in the city, with the slight change in pace almost discernable. I grabbed a hotdog and chuckled to myself.

"Breakfast of champions!"

'Adult World' was the name of the place, and I was standing under the awning out front when I remembered I wanted to call Annie. I was standing there with my phone in my hand, looking at it and about to dial, when I realised I couldn't remember her number. I'd left my diary on the kitchen table next to my case. Frowning, I cursed under my breath.

I hoped things weren't going from bad to worse. At least the car couldn't break down. I'd walked!

"Leave nothing to chance," my father always told me. 

Easier said than done sometimes. Still, it taught me to be thorough. Most of the time. Annie wouldn't be waiting for me to call. She didn't know I'd called Sylvia. I wasn't concerned. 

I was thinking about her though. 

About Annie.

"She'd be getting ready by now," I thought, as I walked around the aisles of the brightly lit, clean shop, seeing what caught my eye. 

Not much, actually. 

Lots of videos and magazines. Like thousands. I flipped over a couple of videos but was pretty much unimpressed. I continued to wander and a young lass came up to me, asking if she could help.

She wore a pink top with the name of the store splashed across it, black spandex leggings and black high heels. I smiled as she approached. She cocked her head, which made the pink beret she wore look kind of cute.

"Can I help you, Sir?"

"No, ah, I'm just looking around. I've never been in a store like this before."

She nodded and smiled. Bright white teeth.

"We get lots of first timers. If you need me just holler, okay?" 

She flicked her blonde hair from in front of her eyes and smiled up at me.

"I'll be around. Just ask for Stacey," she winked.

"Will do."

She turned on her heels, walking away and I watched her ass sway and smiled. 

"Mmmm... I wouldn't mind spanking that," I mused, and chuckled.

Shaking my head, I made my way down another aisle. This one was full of dildos, dongs, double dongs and vibrators of every size and colour. My God. The range was ridiculous. I reached the end of the aisle and something caught my eye. 

"Remote Control Egg". 

I picked up the box and turned it over. Goodness. What a wicked little toy. I tucked it under my arm and continued walking. I reminded myself to get spare batteries. 

I smiled.

"Leave nothing to chance."

Back up the next aisle and I noticed "Ben-wah Balls". I picked up the box closest to me before noticing the 'deluxe' range on a shelf against the low wall separating the aisles. 

"Oooo... flexible rubber spikes..." I read.

How imaginative!

I grabbed the small box and also tucked it under my arm.

It was at least fifteen minutes later, and I was almost all browsed out, when Stacey approached me.

"Very thorough, aren't you?"

"I like to take my time, yes."

She nodded and smiled knowingly.

"You've been everywhere except the back corner."

"I was saving the best till last," I smiled.

"I'm not busy right now. Would it please you if I showed you around, Sir?"

I smiled, thinking, "What a nicely constructed sentence."

"Yes. I'd like that," I replied.

Stacey nodded at me and led the way back to the 'BDSM Corner'.

We arrived and she showed me around a basically circular area with various cuffs and collars and all manner of things in large bins. I tucked a set of sheets with sewed-in velcro inserts under my arm. I also grabbed a ball-gag. Then I stopped and looked up at the range against the back wall. It was set up like the wall of a dungeon, with fake stonework and various implements hanging from hooks. 

Stacey pointed out the cats and floggers and all kinds of whips, as well as crops and a few things I wasn't too familiar with, like swings and spreader bars. We got to the end of the back wall where there was a selection of paddles.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 08



"And here are our paddles," Stacey announced. "Lots to choose from, from mild to heavy-handed discipline," she bubbled.

I thought she sounded like a brochure.

I shook my head.

"Sir?"

I put down the items I had chosen previously.

"Choose one for me."

"Sorry?"

"I said, 'choose one'."

"Yes. Um... sorry, Sir. Yes, okay. Well, um... I particularly like, well, I mean... um, I mean I would... choose.. this one, Sir. It's um... well made," she continued, lifting it from its hook. "It's one of our new range, Sir. The maker's card is just over here."

She reached over, plucking one and passing it to me. 

"Local guy, well known in 'the lifestyle'," she continued. "Are you familiar with 'the lifestyle', Sir?"

"Somewhat," I answered noncommittally.

"Um, yes. I had a feeling you were. Um, well, anyway, these pieces, here and here," she pointed, "are also his work. They are on special, as an introductory line too, Sir. Fifty percent off."

"Well, the one you chose looks a little flimsy... so... I'll take this one," I said, reaching up and taking down the heavy leather paddle from the wall. 

It was the most expensive one there.

I slapped it against my palm and looked at Stacey.

She giggled.

"It's a heavy one, Sir."

"So it is, Stacey."

She blushed and stepped into me, running her palm over its flat surface.

"I like the smooth black leather. It's kangaroo, Sir. Can you believe it! And only from road kills. Well, at least that's what he claims in the handout you receive."

"Handout?"

"Yes, Sir. Moses provides the buyer with care instructions, and lots of information with every purchase."

We were having fun. And not only us. 

Our conversation had caught one bystander's attention. 

"And look, Sir! On the back it's studded."

She held my hands in hers and coaxed me to turn the paddle over.

She was looking up into my eyes.

What was going on?

I looked closely at the paddle, enjoying watching her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I knew from seeing a paddle in Chantelle's office that it should be almost seamless. This one was well crafted. I ran my fingers over the edges of it. Then with my palm, I felt its surface. 

I smiled at her. 

The leather 'was' good. It was smooth and supple to the touch. I remember Chantelle mentioning 'give'. "

"It has good 'give'."

"Yes, Sir. It's made somewhat like a table tennis paddle, with various layers."

I pressed my thumb into it.

"So I see."

"You know your paddles, Sir."

I looked into her pale blue wanting eyes.

"Well, actually..."

"Sorry, Sir, I... um..."

"Hush."

She did.

I looked into those eyes, and I was almost distracted by a couple of other customers also watching us.

I leaned into her and spoke privately.

"I was going to say, I am new to the 'life', but I have definite needs, and I feel that this paddle will fulfill one of them."

Stacey looked at the pile of things I intended to buy, noticing, for the first time it seemed, the items I had chosen. I thought I saw her shiver.

She whispered.

"You are on the right track, Sir."

I looked at her and smiled. 

"I know, Stacey. But thank you for saying so. It's reassuring."

She was too young for me. 

I stood back and spoke warmly, but firmly.

"Ring them up for me, Stacey."

"Yes, Sir," she blushed.

She picked up all my purchases and, carrying them in her arms, once more turned on her heels. This time I followed her to the cashier. After ringing them up, Stacey walked me to the door.

"Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Sir," she said, looking up at me and smiling warmly.

"You're welcome, Stacey. I know where to come for the best service now."

She bowed her head and blushed.

"C'mon. Look me in the eyes. Be proud."

She looked up at me and grinned hugely.

"Be well, Sir."

She looked fit to burst.

"And you, Stacey," I smiled. "And you."

With that, I slipped out the door.

I hailed a taxi outside the shop and told the driver the destination.

"Yes, Sir."

I smiled.

I also watched children playing hopscotch in an alley while stuck in an untimely hold-up.

"Can you swing by twenty-second, driver? I need to pick up my dry cleaning."

"It's your funeral, pal."

I chuckled and held on as he threw a right from the outside lane across traffic.

As he pounded across town, I shook my head. Why is it taxi drivers all seem a little unbalanced? Looking in the rear vision mirror and seeing his eyes, I thought maybe he was on speed or something. 

"Long shift?" I yelled over the crunching gears.

"You better believe it," he shouted back over his shoulder.

Suddenly we screamed to a halt and I hopped out, handing him a fifty through his window. 

"Be here when I return and you might earn another one of those."

He nodded and I turned and walked briskly into the dry cleaners to pick up my suit. I then raced across the road and up to my apartment. I dumped everything I'd bought on the bed. 

I smiled and unboxed the Remote Control Egg and tested it. 

"Wow. Cool." 

I smiled. 

I doubted I'd get to use it, but hey, it was the kind of thing one liked to have in one's pocket, 'just in case'.

I shucked my jeans and leather jacket and suited up.

I wanted to dress to impress.

Minutes later, I hopped back into the taxi downstairs.

"Sorry pal, I've got a fare alrea... hey... you changed, Sir!"

I nodded and asked him to take me down by the Marketown area. I still had forty-five minutes and wanted to see if I could find a few things to make my apartment more interesting.

Half an hour later, with my newest purchases in a bag leaning against my leg, I sat in a booth in the back corner of the coffee shop and waited for Annie's arrival.

I'd barely made myself comfortable and was sipping the water a waiter had brought me, when she bounced in and almost ran over to where I was seated. She stood before me panting and catching her breath. 

"Hello, Sir!" She gasped.

I grinned up at her and scanned her body while smiling. She wore a tasteful, and rather tight, black sweater. I moved across the bench seat, making room for her.

"Sit, Annie."

"Thank you, Sir."

She did and pulled her fairly short, off-white denim skirt under herself. She had matching one-inch sandals on her feet. 

"Can I get you two anything?" asked the waiter, after hanging Annie's coat on a hook at the entrance to the recessed booth.

"I'll have a cappuccino," I replied, then looked into Annie's eyes and nodded.

"I'll have the same, thank you," she responded, never tearing her eyes from mine.

The waiter nodded before scurrying off.

We both started to speak at the same time, and Annie giggled and deferred to me.

"Sorry, Sir. Please go on."

I smiled at her.

"I was just going to say, I am very pleased to be here with you, Annie."

She smiled up at me. Her exertions had brought a blush to her cheeks. 

"I'm glad you are pleased, Sir. I've been smiling all morning."

I admired her slightly wind-blown, sandy blonde hair, and picked a wavy lock from in front of her eyes. 

"You've had a haircut."

Her face fell and she scrunched a handful of hair on either side of her head.

"It's not too short, is it?" she implored, fussing.

"Stop," was all I said. 

She dropped her hands to her lap and looked at me with a forced but hopeful smile. She looked like she thought she had made a mistake.

I focused my eyes on her left temple and slid the fingers of my right hand into her hair there. I slowly drew my fingers away from her head and found her hair smooth and well conditioned. It flowed through my fingers like silk.

Curling my fingers, eyes still on my hand, I made a light fist and pulled gently down on the side of her head. She slowly tipped her head about an inch to the left, following the tension.

She'd begun to blush and I smiled when she crossed her legs under the table. I looked back into her eyes, continuing to hold her hair, and whispered to her.

"I can still hold it in my fist, so no. It's not too short."

At that moment, our waiter returned with our coffees. I released her hair and she sighed, righting her head and grinning at me.

I thanked the waiter and picked up my coffee and sipped. She did likewise. After a moment enjoying the strong brew, I spoke again.

"I spoke with Sylvia earlier. She is fine, just a head cold. Maybe a big night too," I chuckled.

"I thought that might have been the explanation, Sir. The 'big night', I mean."

Nodding and holding my coffee in my left hand, I sat back with my right arm outstretched across the top of the curved bench seat. I'd turned a little toward Annie.

I leaned into her and spoke quietly.

"I have other news."

Annie listened intently, sipping her coffee, and occasionally covering her open mouth in shock, as I related the events of the past morning.

"I can hardly believe it, Sir."

"Me either."

"Do you think Josephine had Adrian steal the envelope?"

"So it seems. I don't know how, but yes, that appears to be the logical explanation."

Annie nodded, furrowing her brow.

"When did you speak with Sylvia, Sir?"

I thought back.

"About nine forty-five? Maybe a little earlier."

"Hmmmm."

"What is it?"

"Well, Sir, I rang at ten-thirty and there was no answer."

"Maybe she went back to bed."

"That's probably it."

She sounded unconvinced.

"She's fine," I said, "just a head cold."

"Yes, Sir," she nodded.

"Tell me about Claudio."

"Okay."

Annie proceeded to explain to me the nature of their relationship; how he helped her find her feet and understand the needs she had, and how to express them. 

I had to agree with her opinion. He'd been good to her. 

After asking a few questions, and being satisfied with the answers, I changed the subject.

"You are certain there was a photo in the envelope?"

Annie sat up straighter, recognising my tone. Noticing the change in her, I smiled a little while she spoke.

"Yes, Sir. That's what Claudio said. He said, 'at least that way I can wash my hands of the whole business', or something to that effect."

"Did he tell you how he got it?"

"Not until I rang him this morning, Sir. He said he took it from Josephine when he realised its importance."

"He's a smart guy. It's important to her. Did he ever tell you what was in the picture?"

"No, Sir. He said it would be better if I didn't know." Hmmmm.

I nodded.

"Chantelle isn't going to be pleased, Annie."

"Does she have to know, Sir? Maybe you could tell her after the party. It's a big night coming up."

"I'll think about it."

"Yes, Sir."

We both sipped our coffees, looking furtively at one another.

"You like me, don't you, Annie?" I began.

"Oh, yes, Sir," she whispered and blushed.

"You didn't before though, did you?"

"I thought you were just another guy before, Sir."

"But I'm not just another guy. Am I, Annie?"

"No, Sir," she whispered again, this time biting her lip.

I put down my coffee and rested one forearm on the table, leaning a little towards her in the booth. 

Reaching up, I took the locket she had around her neck in my fingers. In doing so, I grazed her collarbone. Electricity flowed between us.

"Memories fade, Annie, and new ones are made."

She smiled and looked down, opening the locket for me.

"It was a present from my mother. It's empty, Sir," she said, showing me.

I nodded and looked up into her eyes. There was a touch of sadness there. I reached up and ran my fingertip along her bottom lip. 

She moaned softly.

I smiled to myself and whispered to her.

"Do you like it when I touch you, Annie?"

She swallowed and looked down.

"God... Yes, Sir."

Her light blush was giving way to a creeping scarlet, surreptitiously making its way up her neck.

I leaned into her ear.

"Did you masturbate before you came here?"

She whispered, "How did you know?"

"Because I can smell your cunt, Annie."

"Ohhhh..." She moaned softly.

I touched just under her jaw, where the light blush met the heavy blush. She was almost gasping.

"Are you all right, Annie?" 

I smiled into her eyes.

"Ye.. yes, Sir."

"You're trembling, aren't you?"

"I am..."

"We should talk."

She looked up into my eyes, biting her lip, waiting.

"Will you be my escort at the party tonight?"

Her eyes widened and she broke into a breathless smile.

With small nods, she said, "Yes, Sir."

"Will you stay with me all night?"

"I.. I.. yes, Sir. Yes!"

"Then you'd better hug me."

I grinned.

She threw her arms around me and buried her face in my neck. I could feel tears against my skin. I leaned her back, holding her shoulders and looked into her eyes softly.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

She sniffled and nodded, searching for a tissue in her handbag. I reached into my pocket for my handkerchief and when I finally managed to get it out of my pocket, I accidentally also pulled out the egg . 

It fell on the bench seat between us and almost rolled away. Annie was quicker and covered it with her hand, then picked it up and held it in her fingers.

"This is an egg."

"That it is."

She giggled and passed it to me, putting it in my open palm.

"I've had fantasies about that," she said, nodding toward it.

"Have you?" I asked, rotating it in my own fingers before her eyes.

Her eyes turned up to mine, and she nodded and blushed again.

"God," I thought. "She's adorable."

I could tell, looking at her chest, that she was wearing a bra. Even so, her nipples pressed out against it. 

I smiled to myself.

"Your nipples are hard."

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"You like me playing with you like this, don't you?"

She closed her eyes and her head dropped a little. After a tiny hesitation, she nodded.

I lifted her chin with my finger.

For a moment I admired the blueness of her eyes, before smiling a little and whispering.

"Don't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered back.

"Let's play a game."

She grinned up at me.

"Okay."

"It's called, 'Tease Annie Mercilessly'," I smiled. "TAM for short."

She licked her lips and nodded.

"I would do anything for you, Sir."

"Anything? That's a broad statement, Annie."

"I know a fair bit about your tastes, Sir. A little birdie told me."

Chantelle, I suspected, and I shook my head and chuckled.

"Well, I'm pretty new to this, so I have no idea where I'll end up."

"I'd like to be there when you arrive, Sir," she said eagerly.

"We'll see."

"Yes, Sir."

"Finish your coffee."

She lifted her cup and finished what remained. I sipped mine more slowly.

She put down her cup and looked up at me, pleased with herself. I looked over to the hallway that led to the bathrooms and gauged it to be no more than ten feet from where we sat.

"Put out your hand."

She did and I placed the egg in it.

"When I tell you to, I want you to go into the ladies room and slide this deeply inside yourself. Are you wearing underwear?"

She nodded, blushing anew.

"Replace your panties after you have done so. Then take off your bra. I want you to bring it back to me in your hand." 

She swallowed.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered.

"Go now."

She slid her ass across the bench seat and stood, straightening her skirt and looking around. 

I smiled to myself. 

I should have been a mind-reader. I knew exactly what she was thinking. 

She was trying to figure out who might see her with her bra in her hand. 

"Hurry up."

I watched as she took a deep breath and walked slowly toward the hallway, then out of my line of sight.

After finishing my coffee, I called the waiter over and fixed the check.

Annie returned after a few short minutes and as I had requested, she had her bra in her hand. Her head was lowered, apparently trying not to draw attention to herself. Her prominent chest swayed delightfully. She was biting her bottom lip again.

She stood before me and placed her bra on the table, then clasped her hands behind her back. 

With her head slightly inclined, she blushed furiously as she watched me through her lashes.

"Good girl."

She swallowed and cleared her throat.

"You've never done anything like this before, have you, Annie?"

"No, never!" she gasped.

She looked from me, to her bra, and back again. I smiled.

"You better put that in your handbag."

"Yes, S.. Sir," she managed with her voice catching.

She stowed her bra and I stood up, taking her coat from the hook. I helped her put it on and pulled it together in front of her.

"Put your hands in your coat pockets."

She did.

"Can you feel this?"

I pressed the left button on the remote.

"Ye... yes, Sir."

"And this?"

I pressed the centre button.

"Oh.. mmmmmm..."

"I guess so," I chuckled. "And what about this?"

I pressed the right button and her knees almost buckled. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hand captured my arm in its grip.

"Oohh... Oooohhhh... shhhh... nnnngggggggg..."

She was biting her lip, trying not to moan.

I took my thumb off the button and spoke with a straight face.

"Put your hand back in your pocket. I won't tell you again."

She shoved her hand deep in her pocket and looked up at me. I saw her tremble, then blink and compose herself, before apologising.

"I.. I'll do better. I'm sorry, Sir."

I narrowed my eyes a little, then grinned and kissed her nose.

"Good girl."

Her smile was captivating.

"What a wonderful little device this is," I said, pressing the left button and holding it down.

"Oh, yes Sir!" she gushed, turning red all over again and pulling her coat closed in front of herself. With her eyes wide and a smile plastered across her face, I took her elbow in my hand to guide her.

"Let's go."

I picked up the bag of things I had bought at the market and steered her out the door of the coffee shop. 

It was only three blocks to my apartment. I was going to enjoy a slow leisurely walk. 

I was sure Annie was going to enjoy it too.

Outside the shop, I slipped my arm around her shoulder and released the button. We turned toward my place and strolled slowly.

"Would you like to come home with me, see where I live, and help me with some redecorating?"

She looked up at me before replying.

"I'd love to, Sir."

"Wonderful."

Leaning into her and kissing her temple, I pressed the left button on the remote. I decided to use the egg for only a few seconds each time. She melted into me and slowed down a little. 

"Is it anything like your fantasy?"

"It's surreal, Sir."

"Explain."

"Being here. Outside. Walking... or trying to... ohhh...." 

Middle button.

"...with you, Sir... people... "

Left button. 

"mmmmm... people w.. walking by..."

I leaned down and kissed her temple again.

"It's a beautiful day, Annie."

She looked up at me and smiled beautifully.

"It's already unforgettable, Sir."

We turned the corner and were slowly strolling up Angel Boulevard while turned leaves swirled softly around our feet. Annie looked around, recognition dawning.

"My family's church is up here."

"Is it really?"

She giggled.

"I don't know why I told you that, Sir."

Soon enough the towering spinnerets of St. Stephens blocked out the sun and I held Annie closer to me to warm her as we walked. 

Just then, people began filing out of the front doors of the church.

Quite a few rushed off to other engagements, but many of the worshippers hung about and mingled out the front. People were dressed in their 'Saturday Best'. Children played tag and were being told to calm down by staid parents. 

The Father shook hands and chatted amicably with those he knew. He was a short, stout man who wore glasses and had a shock of thick, white hair. When he wasn't shaking hands, he clasped his own hands together over his belly.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 08



"Oh, dear," said Annie.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's Father Flanaghan, Sir, he married my mother and father. He's a friend of the family."

"I see."

Father Flanaghan waved and looked right at us through the people gathered around him. Then he beckoned us over.

"Is it okay, Sir?"

I didn't answer. I just turned and headed up the steps in the direction of this priest, with Annie under one arm. I released the remote and took my hand from my pocket.

As we approached, he looked at me with a "you are too old for her" look in his eyes. He turned his attention to Annie.

"Annie, so good to see you."

He took Annie's hand in his and shook it gently.

"And you, Father."

"And who might this fine gentleman be?" he said, turning to me.

"This is Roger Moore, Father. A very good friend. Roger, this is Father Flanaghan."

"Hello Roger, very nice to meet you."

He held out his hand and I shook it firmly.

"Indeed, Father Flanaghan," I replied, "Annie has told me so much about you."

He released my hand and looked back to Annie.

I shoved my hand back in my pocket, grasping the remote.

"Has she also told you she hasn't been to confession in three weeks?" he asked, waggling his finger in her face.

I pressed down the left button on the remote and Annie drew her coat closer around herself.

"Confession is good for the soul," I replied.

Father Flanaghan looked back at me. I winked at him.

We both turned back to Annie.

She had a good blush going.

"Are you all right, my child?"

"Yes, Father. Just a.. aaaooohh..."

Middle button, but just for a moment.

"...aahhchooo!!" Annie exploded.

I almost broke out laughing.

"Bless you, my child."

"Th.. thank you, Father. Um. Tomorrow then?"

"I'll see you then, Annie Wilkinson." Then to me, "Nice to meet you Mr. Moore."

I shook his offered hand and looked him in the eyes as Annie threaded her arm through mine.

"The pleasure is all mine, Father, I assure you."

He nodded with a funny look on his face, and I led Annie back down the steps, holding down the left button firmly.

"What fun that was."

"Oh, Sir! I don't believe it! You are so mean!!" Annie giggled and punched my shoulder.

I zapped her with the middle button and she slumped slightly against me as we reached the bottom of the steps and set off up the Boulevard.

"Mmmmmmm....."

"I bet you are so wet."

She looked up at me, looking like the cat that caught the canary.

"Drenched, Sir."

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We'd been at it for over an hour. I'd put all the things I'd bought from the markets on the bed and told Annie she had permission to do what she liked with them. Between the oriental wall hangings and all the black tulle and the few items I directed her to paint, I thought the place was looking pretty different. 

I was busy installing strategic eye-bolts around the apartment and a basic pulley system over the bed. I also changed some of the lighting. Apart from admiring Annie from time to time, and reminding her of the egg inside her by zapping her now and then, we had been working pretty solidly.

I'd also been thinking about Josephine's letter. I wondered what kind of 'game' she thought she was playing. Sylvia was fine, so I figured it didn't involve her. I tossed up whether to show it to Annie. I chose not to. It was one of my biggest mistakes.

It was four in the afternoon when we were finally done and we sat on the bed beside each other surveying the place and congratulating ourselves.

"It looks so different. I'm really pleased," I said.

"I like it too, Sir. It's your own little den of iniquity."

I smiled at her.

"Thanks for your help."

"My pleasure, Sir."

I nodded slowly.

"How are you feeling?"

"I feel... good, Sir. My cheeks are sore from smiling so much, and my jaw aches from clenching it now and again."

"From when I do this?" I pressed the middle button down for a moment.

"Ohhh..." she gripped my arm.

We looked into each other's eyes.

I took the remote out of my pocket and placed it in her open hand.

"Why don't you hold this for now," I smiled.

"Y.. Yes, Sir."

"Stand up and face me."

With my hands on her hips, I brought her a little closer to me.

I looked up into her eyes.

"I'm going to ask you to take your clothes off now. Is this what you want, Annie?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

I swore to myself that I would never grow tired of the way she blushed.

"C'mon, you can do it."

She smiled a tiny smile down at me almost apologetically. Then she took a deep breath. Her hands were shaking. She had long ago discarded her coat.

"P... p.. please y.. you. I.. I mean, I just want t.. to please you... Sir... Ohhh..."

"What is it Annie?"

"I'm just d.. dying here S..Sir... ohh... I'm fucking this up... J... just use m... me as you wish, Sir. I'll do anything y... you want..."

"You are a horny one. Aren't you, Annie?"

"Around you, Sir? Y... yes."

I was very pleased, and I told her so.

"You please me a great deal, Annie."

"Oh, Sir... thank you... thank you so much.. I just... I just don't want to come off as some sort of ...slut... oh ...I'm babbling... I'm sorry, Sir..."

"Hush, Annie," I said firmly. "Press down the left button on the remote and take off your sweater."

I still held her hips lightly in my hands while I watched her fumble with the remote. She started shaking a little as she hooked her fingers under the edge of her sweater, then slowly slid it upwards over her head.

First the smooth whiteness of her slightly curved tummy, then the skin stretched tightly over her ribs was uncovered. Slowly her marvelous breasts came into view. As she revealed their lower curves, I abruptly stopped her.

"Stop."

She made like a statue with her sweater only half removed. It was over her head and she couldn't see anything.

"Hold down the middle button until I say 'release'."

She instantly began moaning and her thighs started to tremble. Still she held her arms aloft with the sweater half off.

I reached up with both hands and trailed my fingernails along the underneath of each breast from the outside inward.

"Release."

I flattened my palms and slid them under her sweater, holding each of her breasts in my hands, fingers pointing upwards. Her nipples were as hard as any I had had the good fortune to feel, and I marveled as they pressed into my palms.

"Middle button again."

She groaned once as she pressed the button, and then again as I gripped her nipples between fingers and thumbs and rhythmically pinched them gently.

"Release."

She sighed and her arms trembled overhead.

"Take your sweater the rest of the way off."

"Yes, Sir," she said, her voice muffled behind the fabric.

She slipped the sweater the rest of the way off and tossed it by her feet.

I scanned her torso then back up to her face. She was blushing again and was biting her lip.

"Now the skirt."

"Yes, Sir."

She took another deep breath and reached behind herself to unzip.

"Hand me the remote."

She did and went back to unzipping.

I pressed the middle button and held it down.

She started moaning and whimpering, having trouble grasping the zip.

"Hurry up, Annie. We don't have all day."

I grinned up at her and she tried to smile a little.

I released the button in sympathy and watched as she had success and slid the garment over her hips and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the pool of material and kicked it aside.

I put my hands on her hips again and slowly turned her all the way around. She was wearing a pure white g-string and the crotch was drenched, somewhat unsurprisingly. 

When she was facing me again, I smiled up at her.

"Hands behind your head. Lace your fingers together. Stand still."

She couldn't. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her breasts would not be still.

"You can't keep still, can you?"

"N.. no, Sir. I'm sorry."

"I'll have to punish you then, won't I?"

"Ohhh...."

I pressed down the middle button again.

"Won't I?" I insisted, smiling up at her.

"Y... yes, Sir."

I stood and leaned into her ear, sliding my fingers over her pubic bone and lower, over the smooth fabric tightly outlining her mound.

I released the button.

"Move your legs apart," I whispered.

She shuffled her feet apart a little. As she did she lowered her pussy further onto my caressing fingers.

"Further."

She did and the friction was increased.

"That's better," I said.

Rising to my full height, I withdrew my hand and then leaned down and pulled my case out from under the bed.

I placed it on the new quilt cover, undid the latches, and threw it open. I reached for my crop without thinking.

Still holding the remote in my left hand, I took the crop firmly in my right, and turned back to Annie.

She was now breathing hard and I pressed the left button and held it down.

"Now is it 'surreal', Annie?" I asked.

I chuckled and zapped her with the middle button before she could respond.

"Ooohhhhh...."

I released it and reached the tip of the crop for her swollen pussy.

I brushed the tip of it gently over her lips, now so easily seen through the wet fabric.

She shuddered and then moaned all over again as I pressed and held the left button down.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

I tapped the tip of the crop against the lips of her pretty cunt.

"Ooo..ooo..Ooohhhh..."

I admired her. She really was entirely beautiful in my eyes. Her looks turned heads. But it was something about her demureness that made me want to look after her, and make sure she was never hurt. I wondered for a moment if she 'had' been hurt, sometime in the past. I resolved to ask her later.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Ooohhh...."

Appraising her and telling her how beautiful I thought she was, I walked around her slowly, dragging the crop over her hip, then the top of her ass. I tapped her lightly here and there, keeping her on edge.

Whereas Josephine had the looks and thin, muscular body of a model, Annie was more curved and homely. She was 'the girl next door' type. I particularly liked her ivory skin. She looked so pure and innocent. 

But we both knew she wasn't.

"You said before you didn't want me to think of you as a slut."

I zapped her with the middle button.

"N.. no, Sir."

I chuckled.

"What if, on occasions, I think of you as 'my' slut?"

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

On her left ass cheek.

"Oohhh... that's.. that's d..different, S.. Sir..."

I'd almost circled her, and was coming back into her view.

"Yes it is, isn't it, Annie?"

Pressing and holding it down, I buzzed her with the middle button again.

"Yes, S... Sir," she replied breathlessly.

"I think it excites you, thinking of yourself as 'my slut'. Doesn't it, Annie?"

"I feel... very naughty... thinking of myself like that, Sir."

I released the button again.

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

On her clit, through her g-string.

"You 'are' naughty. Your cunt is wet and you can't keep still..."

I zapped her with the middle button for a few seconds more.

"...can you?"

My eyes burned into hers.

Pop!

I struck the crop on her right hip.

"Ohhh... N..no, Sir."

Pop!

Right thigh.

"No, 'what'?"

She hesitated.

Pop! 

Right thigh again.

"No, I mean... no I can't help it, Sir. I can't help being naughty."

"Mmmmmm..." I intoned. "See, that wasn't so hard. I'll expect full sentences and full confessions from you, Annie."

"Y.. yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

I pressed down the left button and held it on for a few moments while I spoke softly, standing in front of her.

"What I want, is a girl who feels confident enough to admit her nature, who feels safe enough to be who she is, and who is strong enough to stand up to me when I am wrong."

I released the button but she continued trembling.

"Can you be her?"

"It... It sounds like what I al.. always wanted, Sir."

I brought the tip of the crop up between her legs again, caressing her through her thong.

"I'm pleased to hear that, Annie."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Right on her pussy again.

"You want to ask me something, don't you, Annie?"

"S.. Sir?"

"You want to cum, don't you?"

"Yes! ...God, oh yes..."

She blushed scarlet for the fifth or sixth time that afternoon.

"Beg me, Annie. Show me how much you want it, and I'll consider it."

I held down the middle button. 

She shuddered.

Tap! Tap!

Right on her clit.

I released the button again.

"Oohhhh... Goddddd....."

"What, Annie?"

"Please... p...please...."

"Hold on, Annie. I'm not done with you yet."

"Oooooo...."

She slumped a little.

"Stand up straight."

"Y... yes, Sir."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Oohhhh.... S.. Sir... please! ...please let me cum!" she shuddered.

"Yes, Annie," I whispered as I dropped my crop on the bed and took her into my arms, "that's what I wanted to hear."

I slipped the arm with the remote in my hand around her waist, and I pressed down the right button. I started furiously rubbing her clit through her g-string and all hell broke loose.

"Ooooo... ooohhhhhh Godddddd...... uhhh uhhhhhh...."

Her body shook and her knees collapsed. Her hands gripped my arm in a useless attempt to support herself as she began to thrash. I caught her with an arm behind her back and held her tightly to me, my cock caught between us, aching with hardness and desperate to take her. 

"Cum for me, pet," I gasped hoarsely into her hair, "cum hard for me."

Wave after wave threw her battered body against me. Fits and spasms rocked her, and she dug her nails into my arm. With her eyes closed and my fingers flying, her moans built to a screaming crescendo before she finally exploded in ecstasy.

"OooooooOOOOHHHHEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHFUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!"

Her hips bucked uncontrollably against my fingers. She was gasping and for a moment I wondered if she could breathe. She suddenly slumped in my arms, semi-conscious.

Stunned by the intensity of her orgasm, I finally gave her respite, and released the button. She continued to twitch as I picked her up in my arms and laid her gently on my bed.

I rolled her onto her side and spooned in behind her.

"Mmmmmm, Sirrr..." she whispered as my hands caressed her smooth, warm skin, "you feel so hard against my ass."

I looked up at the ceiling at the pulley system and smiled to myself.

"You'll be feeling more, soon enough, my pet."

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Author's note: I know I mention this at the end of every chapter, but it really is great when people take the time to vote and leave comments. It really pleases me when my writing inspires you to do that. 

And thank you again to rachel, for the incredible editing job she always manages to do.



Den of Iniquity Ch. 09



My eyes were closed and Annie's silky hair caressed my face. 

With her back to me, and my arms around her, we were recovering from our fun with the remote-controlled egg.  My fingertips trailed lightly up and down her side, and I enjoyed listening to Annie's pleasurable cooing noises. 

The minutes ticked by. We had a big night ahead, but we weren't in a rush yet. I opened my eyes and lifted my head, looking for the time. It was near enough to five P.M. 

I smiled to myself when I noticed the egg and remote sitting on top of the clock radio.

I eased my head back down to the pillow and sighed contentedly. I kissed the back of Annie's shoulder, but her breathing had evened out and it was clear she was now asleep. 

"Oh well," I thought. "Time to start getting organised. I should take a shower."

"Annie?" I whispered quietly, checking.

When she didn't respond, I decided to let her nap for a few more minutes.

I gently slipped my arm from under her neck and stood by the side of the bed, looking down on her. I trailed my eyes down her body and back up again, admiring the curves camouflaged by the white silk sheet wrapped around her. She looked so serene and beautiful.

I smiled.

"She must be exhausted," I thought to myself.

I went to the kitchen to make coffee.

A nice strong cup. I couldn't remember how Annie took her coffee.

I made her one anyway. Just black, so she could add to it herself. I left it on the kitchen bench and took mine in hand, heading back to the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed.

I put my coffee down on the bedside table and gently shook Annie's shoulder.

"Annie... Annie... it's time to wake up."

"Hmmm? Huh? Mmmmmmm...."

She stretched overhead and rolled onto her side looking up at me.

We grinned at each other. 

She arched her back, her breasts straining against the sheet covering her. 

"Hello, Sir," she said sleepily, her eyes half open.

"Hello." 

I smiled down on her and watched her blush as she came awake, memory washing over her. I picked up my coffee and brought it to my lips, sipping quietly.

"May I have one of those?" she said, nodding and looking at the mug in my hand.

"It's already made. It's in the kitchen." 

She yawned and sat up cross-legged on the bed.

"Could you bring it into the bathroom for me? I should probably take a shower and do my makeup before the party, Sir."

I was taken aback by that comment. For some reason, the 'desire to please' seemed to vacate her for a moment. Was she testing me already? She wasn't wasting any time. 

I couldn't keep my concern about her comment from my face. My brows must have narrowed. I was thinking and held the coffee cup a few inches from my open mouth.

"Gosh," she mumbled, and bit her lip.

I raised an eyebrow questioningly at her and she answered me in a whisper.

"You are just a little scary looking when you furrow your brow like that, Sir."

She smiled hopefully at me, but it soon faded.

"I see. Well, I had good reason to furrow my brow," I said. "Didn't I, Annie?"

"Um..."

"You were assuming a bit there."

"...and assuming isn't good, is it, Sir?"

"No, it's not. It's taking things for granted. I think it's fair to say you should take your lead from me until such time as I offer it to you."

She smiled and nodded. 

Oh yeah, she was testing me.

"I could say I was tired, Sir."

"But that wouldn't be the truth now, would it?"

"Um... no. Not completely, Sir. I'm also very excited about tonight."

"As I am, Annie," I said truthfully. "I think we had a wonderful few hours together. And I hope we have a wonderful evening together."

"Me too!" she replied with enthusiasm.

"I also think you should be wary of getting ahead of yourself."

Annie blushed strongly before whispering.

"Yes, Sir."

Despite the blush, her eyes were sparkling.

I got the distinct impression I 'passed'.

"Now go and fix your coffee, pet. You don't mind me calling you 'pet', do you?"

"Not at all, Sir. I like it."

She grinned.

"Okay," I smiled back. "It's on the kitchen counter. When you have it, come back here."

She fairly leapt out of bed. Her 'need to please' was apparently back with a vengeance. I arranged two pillows on the floor so she could kneel comfortably.

She returned with her coffee held between her hands, eyes looking down. She stopped in front of me. 

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Can I say something please, Sir?"

"After you kneel here." 

I pointed at the pillows.

She put her cup down beside them and glided to her knees.

I watched, unsmiling.

"I have something to say to you too, Annie, but I'll listen to what you have to say first."

"Yes, Sir."

Composing herself, she took a deep breath.

"Sir, sometimes I'm a little... impatient? I don't like it but sometimes I just say things without thinking. I'm sorry if I 'assumed' earlier, Sir. I'll try to do better."

"Would you say I'm a quick study, Annie?"

My question took her a little by surprise.

"Without a doubt, Sir," she replied, her eyes questioning me.

"Then pull me up if I am wrong, okay?"

"Yes, Sir. Okay."

I had her full attention.

"From what I understand, there is, what I call, a 'first law'. That is, there are those that desire to please, and there are those that desire to be pleased."

She nodded softly, her light blue eyes gazing into mine.

I continued.

"This law is occasionally blurred by circumstances, either 'created' circumstances, or circumstances that we are 'subject to', but when we are unsure of what to do, we should rely on the first law."

Annie blushed while looking up at me. I saw her swallow. 

Yeah, she was reading me.

"I am interested in this subject, Annie. 'Discipline' always made me wonder."

She nodded and watched me, waiting. So I continued.

"What I think is, if you are naughty, or stupid, or displeasing in any way, then it is my responsibility to correct your misbehaviour. But, and this is a big 'but', YOU have to admit it. There is no wrongdoing unless YOU admit it, Annie. I pledge to you that I will be firm and consistent with you. I don't want any crap. No fucking around with my head. No sarcasm. I am a male and I am too literal for your female subtlety."

I realised I was on the verge of ranting. I recognised some of my old issues resurfacing.

I took a breath and sighed. I spoke again, but this time more quietly.

"Don't try to 'play' me, Annie. Be straight forward with me. If you want something, whether it be reassurance or a desire or a need or a want of any kind, just ask."

She swallowed, nodded and continued listening.

"Look, I know I'm harking back to some bad experiences I've had, but this life, this 'way', fits me so well. I've tried to be hypersensitive. I've tried to be everything I could be to my wife. And I couldn't do it. It wasn't me, Annie. I ended up sad and depressed, feeling like nothing I did was right. I need to live my life the way I want to live. To 'be' the way I want to be. And I want you along for the ride. But not if you can't handle it. Come with me Annie. Come with me with your hands open, palms up on your thighs. Show me honesty, and I will show you all of me."

She nodded. There was a tear in her eye.

"I don't know what's going on here. But I've had enough of 'game playing'. You need to know I won't tolerate answers like, 'I don't know what you are talking about'. You are out the door if you say that. I am not kidding, all bets are off if I don't hear what I want to hear."

She almost whispered.

"I have a confession to make."

"I'm listening."

"I didn't lie. I 'am' tired and I 'am' excited. And I am a bit pushy and sometimes I do say things without thinking."

I nodded.

"Go on."

"Yes, Sir."

She swallowed, playing with her hands.

"Sometimes I don't think before speaking, but this time I did."

"Okay..."

"I woke up when you went to make coffee, Sir. I was lying awake and thinking about how wonderful I felt."

She looked up at me, blushing again.

"Then I started to wonder how you would react if I was naughty, Sir..."

Annie's voice trailed off as she looked down.

I was silently watching her, unsure if she was finished.

"I'm sorry for deliberately pushing you, Sir."

She looked up at me again, and I nodded slowly.

"It would have been better to just ask," I said quietly.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Don't try to orchestrate things to get an outcome you want. Just tell me what it is you want or need. This kind of thing, I really don't like."

She sniffled and nodded again.

"And you will have to accept that displeasing me is not good enough. Ever."

A sparkling tear fell from the corner of her eye and trickled down her cheek.

While sitting on the side of the bed, I took her hands in mine and spoke softly.

"You have more experience than I do, Annie. That is clear. I will be asking for your guidance on occasions. But usually, you will be accepting mine. I will be teaching you what pleases me mentally, physically, and emotionally. You will need to listen and learn."

She swallowed and nodded once more.

"You may speak, if you wish, Annie."

She cleared her throat.

"I want to, Sir. May I have a moment?"

"Sure," I replied.

She dropped back onto her heels and took a deep breath. She let go of one of my hands and quickly wiped the tear from her cheek with the back of her wrist.

Her eyes flicked up to mine. She knew I'd seen her do it.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I... I'm not crying as... as a means to emotionally blackmail you," she began.

I nodded, listening.

"I'm crying because I can be so stupid sometimes. I'm here with you and I can hardly believe my luck. Sometimes I'm not very good with my words, because I'm afraid of screwing up, but also because sometimes I can't find the right ones to say what I mean."

While I continued to listen, I admired her lovely eyes.

"Ugh. What I mean is, I was stupid and got way ahead of myself, Sir, and I'm sorry. So far, you are everything I've ever wanted. I can't believe I just did that. I don't usually 'brat', Sir."

"'Brat'?"

"Um, do something in order to get a reaction, Sir. Oh..."

"You mean like, 'provoke'?"

"Yes, Sir.  I told you I wasn't good with words."

She sighed.

"We'll work on that," I smiled.

She looked up at me, smiling hopefully.

"Does that mean...?"

I smiled broadly down at her.

"We move forward, together? Yes. If that is what you want."

I smiled broadly. I was so pleased with her efforts, both listening and speaking. And God, she was so beautiful.

"What I 'want', Sir, is to be so pleasing to you, that you always look at me like you are right now."

I opened my arms to her. She beamed and rose up on her knees, slipping her arms around my waist. With her head turned sideways against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her, whispering quietly.

"Lesson number one: You don't 'have' me, Annie. You may never 'have' me. I intend to keep you on your toes for as long as you are with me. I'm not going to go down that road again. No more assuming, okay? If you are not sure, you ask. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she mumbled into my chest, "I understand completely."

I kissed her hair.

"Good girl."

A moment passed.

"Um... Sir?"

I leaned back and turned her towards me. I had a feeling I knew what she was going to say.

"Yes, Annie?"

"Does this mean I'm not in trouble?"

"It means that you are due your first punishment. I haven't decided what form it will take. We will always discuss things like that first."

She swallowed.

"Thank you, Sir."

I watched as a blush grew in her cheeks.

I spoke quietly.

"You need to be punished 'now', don't you Annie?"

The words tumbled from her mouth.

"Y.. yes, Sir. I should be. I'm sorry!"

I slid my fingers into her hair and tightened them.

"What are you sorry for?"

I bent her head slightly backwards and her back began to arch.

"I'm sorry for pushing you, for provoking you. I'm sorry for being a brat and testing your dominance, Sir."

I tightened my grip further.

"You should be punished, shouldn't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she said breathlessly. "I just want to start over, Sir. I was stupid and assumed and ohhh..."

I made her back arch more, and her breasts strained forward.

I gritted my teeth.

"Go on."

"I... I want a clean slate... so I don't have to worry about it tonight. I want... um... I want it now, so I can move forward with my thoughts on you, not on what I've done. I want to receive what I'm due, and to earn your forgiveness, so I can move forward now, with you, together."

"I am pleased with your words, but I think, in the beginning, it is important I am harsh with you. That way, I will show you my resolve, and show you it is important to me that you strive."

"I will accept whatever you decide, Sir. I'm just really sorry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Sir."

I slid my fingers from her hair and her body relaxed, though she was breathing hard.

"All right, stand up."

She did. 

She was looking down at her feet with her hands behind her back.

I stood up in front of her and whispered.

"Give me your hands."

Taking her hands in mine, I spoke quietly.

"It gives me no joy to punish you, Annie. Especially after the wonderful day we've had."

"I understand, Sir. I'm sorry I disappointed you."

"Okay."

I released her hands and turned around, reaching out to drag the quilt off the bed. I roughly folded it up and laid it over the end of the bed. Leaning down, I took a good look at the velcro inserts sewn into the sheet covering the bed. I ripped one open and closed it again. Satisfied, I patted the bed where I wanted her and spoke.

"Hands and knees, right here."

Annie climbed onto the bed as I requested, and I tied her wrists together with the velcro. She was close to the edge of the bed.

"Don't fall off."

"I won't, Sir."

I checked how tightly I'd secured her wrists.

"I admit you could probably free yourself from these ties, but it is my wish that you do not attempt to do so."

"I won't, Sir. I'll be good. I just want it over with."

"I am going to paddle you, Annie. And I'm going to need your help to do so."

She looked up at me, blushing madly.

"Yes, Sir. Anything I can do, I will do."

I leaned down on my haunches and reached under the bed. The paddle had come in its own felt bag and I dragged it out. I sat down next to Annie and she watched me intently. I undid the clip that gathered the top part of the bag together and opened it, sliding the paddle out and tossing the bag on the carpeted floor.

"Wow," said Annie.

"Like it?"

"It's um... it's beautiful, Sir. Can we play some more with it another day, when we're not occupied with my stupidity?"

"We'll see," I winked.

"Yes, Sir," she bit her lip, trying not to smile.

I waggled my finger from side to side.

"C'mon. Let's be serious. You're not supposed to be enjoying this."

She composed herself.

"Yes, Sir. I'll be good. I'm just nervous."

"All right then," I said, standing and slapping the heavy paddle against my palm. "Let's do this."

She looked up at me.

"Can I put my head down, Sir?"

"Sure... um, why?"

"I think it would probably look nicer, Sir," she smiled softly.

"All right then, head down and arch your back."

"Mmmmmm..."

For a moment I stood there, caressing the smooth leather on the face of the paddle and conversing with myself.

"Maybe I should paddle her with the studded side? No... that would hurt too much. Isn't it supposed to hurt? It won't hurt too much if I don't swing it too hard. Hard but not too hard. I'll work up to it. How many? Should I tell her how many? Maybe ten. Maybe twenty. Maybe ten on the studded side, or twenty on the smooth. Maybe the noise would be better on the smooth side? I want her to be frightened don't I? The noise should give her more of a fright and less pain. She should fear being punished, shouldn't she? Maybe hard on the smooth side then. How many was that again?"

I spoke under my breath.

"Fuck."

She turned her eyes up to me again.

"What is it, Sir?"

I sighed.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It's not about hurting me, Sir. It's about correcting me."

"I don't know how many is the right amount. I mean, how many do you deserve? And how hard?"

"I deserve to be punished to your satisfaction, Sir."

I looked back down at the paddle.

She was right. She had tried to screw with my head, tried to make things happen that didn't naturally happen. She'd 'topped' me and she was definitely not supposed to do that. I'd have to deal with it... I 'am' dealing with it... right here. Right now! 

I looked into her eyes.

She smiled softly back at me.

"Just tap it against me a few times, get a feel for the weight and the force you wish to impart, Sir. Much like a cane."

"I've never caned anyone either."

She smiled.

"Then you probably should get one, Sir. 'Cause I have a feeling you're gonna need it."

She giggled.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm just nervous."

"All right."

"Like most things, Sir, it's up to you. I will accept the punishment you choose to give me. Just be consistent and fair. I'll get used to it. I trust you not to hurt me badly, Sir. I mean, we 'are' due somewhere," she blushed.

"You're gonna have a sore ass anyway."

I smiled ruefully.

"It's okay, Sir. I trust you."

I looked at the clock. 

"Okay then, here goes."

I tapped the paddle against her ass a few times and found she was right. 

Tap tap tap.

"Mmmmmm..."

I drew my arm back, feeling the muscles tighten. I let fly.

SLAP!!!

I was amazed at the sound. Almost like a thudding hand-slap, only louder. 'Much' louder! The paddle bounced back off her ass. I wasn't ready for it to recoil like that. I firmed up my wrist a bit. 

Annie hardly even moved. She shuddered a little and gasped. 

"Is that about right?"

She nodded twice, hard and fast.

"J.. just do it!"

SLAP!!!

She shuddered again, a tiny moan coming from her chest.

"Ohh!!"

SLAP!!!

Again.

SLAP!!!

I drew the paddle back again.

I heard my thoughts.

"Wait! Check!"

Letting the paddle dangle from my right hand, I relaxed my arm.

I cocked my head and reached out with my left hand to caress her ass gently.

It was a light pink, though quite warm to the touch. I smoothed my hand over each of her cheeks.

"You are doing well, relax a moment," I said.

I watched, awed, as her ass slowly reddened. It was quite amazing. In seconds her ass went from pink, to dark pink, then to a light red colour. Maybe it was minutes.

I looked at the clock.

"Ten to go."

"Yes, Sir."

Annie kept her head down as she spoke. I wondered if she was crying. I decided to end this quickly.

"Grit your teeth, Annie. I'll get this finished now."

"Y.. yes, Sir."

"Ten, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Count them."

She moaned softly.

"Yes, Sir."

SLAP!!!

"One."

SLAP!!!

"T.. two."

SLAP!!!

"THREE!"

SLAP!!!

"Ohh! F... four."

SLAP!!!

"F... FIVE!"

I stopped.

Annie groaned.

"Are you okay?"

"Y... yes."

"Not too hard then?"

"Please, Sir. Just finish."

"Okay. No counting."

She nodded.

My eyes slowly scanned down the curve of her back to her red ass. My left hand followed my eyes. Electricity passed between us.

My left hand stopped at the small of her back, steadying her. I cocked the paddle in my right hand and began tapping it against her ass again. 

"I'll finish when you are punished."

"Yes, Sir. Sorry, SiiirRRRROOHHH!!!"

SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!! SLAP!!!

Annie collapsed on the bed holding her ass, and I stood stock still over her, panting from the exertion. She moaned softly, tentatively holding her red hot cheeks. She was facing away from me. 




Den of Iniquity Ch. 09



I watched her closely. 

She breathed deeply. 

Almost wheezing. 

Her ribs were rising and falling. 

Her moaning abated and she shuddered a little, her breath catching. 

I hadn't realised she was crying.

I retrieved a tissue from the bedside table and dangled it within her vision. She sniffled and took it from my hand. 

"Thank you," she whispered.

I didn't trust myself. I was suddenly afraid. Maybe I've really hurt her. Jesus.

"Please say you are okay," I whispered in reply.

She spoke quietly, still facing away from me.

"I'll be okay, I just need a minute."

I sighed in relief.

"Good... okay... I'll be back in a minute to check on you."

"Okay."

She tucked her fists under her chin. She sniffled again and cleared her throat. Speaking a little louder, she made a good suggestion.

"You could take your shower, Sir."

"I.. um... yes all right... yeah that's a good idea... are you sure you'll be okay? I'll be like a few minutes... maybe ten..."

"Relax, Sir. I'll be fine. May I have a cold washcloth, please?"

"I'll just get it. Would you like a glass of water as well?"

"Sir?"

"Yes, Annie?"

She lifted her head and turned towards me, then laid back down on the pillow, looking up at me.

"I'm fine, Sir. I've had worse. Please don't worry."

I sighed and ran my fingers through her hair.

"Okay. If you are sure."

I withdrew my fingers from her hair and I smiled to myself. 

"All right. She's okay. She's okay."

She was okay. 

I took one last look at her and accepted her judgment. Shaking my head slowly, I made my way into the bathroom. 

After running a facecloth under cold water, I squeezed it out, folded it and returned to the bedroom. 

I laid it over Annie's ass and she groaned in appreciation.

"I'm okay, Sir. Honest."

"All right. I'll be back soon."

When I emerged from the bathroom, the bed was made and Annie was nowhere to be seen. Having donned my new navy blue suit and a light pink shirt, I was struggling with my wide black tie in front of the mirror in the bedroom.

"Would you like a hand with that, Sir?"

I turned and smiled.

Annie stood in the space of the doorway, and the setting sun, though not behind her, had lit the room beyond. She oozed warmth and she flowed into the room, with her makeup fixed and looking as fresh as a daisy. There was a ready blush in her cheeks as she approached and placed her coffee on my dresser.

"May I?"

"By all means," I smiled, looking down on her as she took my tie into her fingers.

As she worked on it, her eyes flicked up to mine.

"Thank you, Sir," she whispered.

I nodded, words catching in my throat.

Her eyes flicked up to mine again before returning her attention to the knot.

"You are supposed to tell me how proud of me you are, Sir."

I broke into a grin.

She put the finishing touches on my tie, straightened my collar and patted down my lapels. Clasping her hands behind her back, she looked up at me and waited.

I took her chin in my hand and gazing into her pale blue eyes, I spoke softly.

"Annie, I'm so very proud of you."

A tear came to her eye as she broke into a huge grin. 

"Oh, I'm so happy! Ugh!"

I moved to get her a new tissue and she thanked me and dabbed the corner of her eye, catching the tear before it streaked her mascara.

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for caring enough to correct me."

"I am honoured, Annie."

I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Come on, pet, let's get to your house so you can change and ...do the things women do... before they go out!"

I grinned.

She smiled up at me.

"Yes, Sir!"

It was an hour later when we pulled up Annie's brand new Volkswagon Beetle, a little down from the Domina Flagrante. She drove. I was too nervous to drive. I'd left my car at her apartment. We both knew what that meant.

I was out of the car and opening her door in a flash. 

"Come on, beautiful. The guests should be arriving soon," I said, taking her hand and guiding her onto the footpath.

Annie blushed as she stood beside the car and activated the remote control locking. She put her keys in her handbag and held it in both hands in front of her. 

I was mesmerised a moment.

Her curly blonde hair was teased out like a halo around her angelic face, and her makeup was understated, just how I liked it. She wore a little black silk dress with a pretty lace trim around the hem, with relatively thin spaghetti straps that did little to conceal the fact she wore a bra.

Apart from two and a half inch black pumps, and a long black leather coat that I helped put over her shoulders, she wore nothing else.

She looked very sophisticated, and I liked it.

"Won't you be cold without panties?" I'd asked, back at her apartment.

"Not with you by my side," she winked.

"If you think so," I smiled, sitting on her bed.

"Honestly, it's more comfortable without panties, the silk is quite soothing."

She giggled.

I looked around at all the photos.

"Do you live alone?"

"No, but my sister is in Europe, and she doesn't return for another month or so."

"I see," I grinned.

She winked again.

So there we were, standing in the chill of evening, about to embark on who knew what, and all I could think about was how lovely she looked.

"You really are quite stunning, Annie."

She blushed anew, and went to fiddle with her hair.

"Are you sure, Sir? I want to look how I feel! Fantastic!"

"You're not too sore?"

"I might wince a little when I sit, but I'll get used to it."

"Let's hope you don't have to get used to it too often."

"Cheers to that. Let's get a cocktail, Sir!" she giggled.

"Great idea."

Annie slipped her arm through mine and held me close. Together we walked up the black marble staircase in front of the Domina Flagrante.

Someone was leaving just as we got to the door and Jonathan greeted us when we slipped inside.

"Hello, Mr. Moore. Hello Annie Wilkinson."

Annie giggled.

Jonathan grinned at me.

"Mistress gave me a heads up."

I smiled and shook my head.

"I'll just be a moment."

Jonathan took Annie's coat and hung it in the coat room. When he returned, Annie was brushing lint from my lapel.

"Mistress would like to meet you in the salon, Sir. I will be directing your guests there also. You should speak with Mistress soon, Sir."

"I'll see her right away."

Annie tugged on my sleeve.

"May I take a quick trip to the ladies room please, Sir?"

"Of course, pet. Go on."

Annie scurried off and I watched her ass sway as she walked away from me. She looked over her shoulder at me, catching me staring, and winked.

It was going to be an interesting night.

I turned back to Jonathan and spoke with him in a whisper.

"Jonathan, have you seen Josephine?"

"No, Sir. But if I do, I'm to tell Mistress Chantelle immediately."

"Thank you, Jonathan."

He bowed.

"Always a pleasure, Sir. And Sir?"

"Yes, Jonathan?"

"You make a lovely couple, Sir."

I almost blushed myself.

"Thank you, Jonathan."

He nodded and turned back to his station, waiting by the entranceway.

Presently, Annie returned and once more threaded her arm through mine.

"Let's go, Sir!"

Together we walked down to the salon and turned in. 

"Wow!" Annie exclaimed.

Chantelle strode towards us in full Dominatrix regalia.

Black leather hipster shorts and thigh high boots were complimented by a light blue satin corset with a short black leather jacket over the top. Her raven hair was piled on top of her head, with curled tendrils hanging down framing her face. She looked fantastic.

She squealed as she got closer, reaching both hands for mine, and kissing my cheek. She turned to Annie.

"Annie, you look divine. I love that dress!"

Annie blushed and curtseyed, looking down.

"Thank you, Mistress."

Chantelle turned her excited eyes back to me.

"Roger! I'm so excited. I have all kinds of things organised. We are going to have so much fun!"

"You're making me nervous, Chantelle!"

"Oh, silly boy. Nothing too crazy. Just a few things to keep your guests talking about this party for years to come. Look, here's Claudio!"

Chantelle waved him over and a huge smile spread across his face. Chantelle kissed his cheek then he let Annie have one of his hands. She kissed the back of it. Claudio was looking at me the whole time.

I smiled at him, unsure what to say. 

Chantelle released him and asked if anyone wanted a drink. Claudio and I both said "Yes!" and Chantelle pouted.

"Well I can't very well carry all our drinks on my own."

I turned to Annie to ask her to help Chantelle, but Annie was already speaking.

"May I help please, Mistress?"

"Of course you may, Annie. Come with me."

Once they were gone, Claudio stepped closer to me, and extended his hand. I shook it firmly.

"It's good to see you again, Roger."

"And you, Claudio."

I spoke quickly. I was nervous.

"Annie has learned well from you, Claudio. We are both indebted to you."

"Nonsense," he chuckled and winked at me. "Annie is a natural."

"I think she's lovely."

"Take good care of her, Roger."

"I will."

He nodded. Then a strange look came over his face. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you about Josephine, Roger."

I rolled my eyes. Claudio pressed on.

"She's as crazy as a cut snake. If I could be so bold, I would suggest you steer clear of her."

"Don't worry, I intend to do exactly that. She was fun for a short while there though."

"She has issues with her sister and with Chantelle. I've tried to talk to Chantelle about it, but she thinks it's nonsense. I think Josephine has Chantelle wrapped around her little finger."

"I wouldn't know about that. All I know is, that photo you gave me has done the rounds and Josephine has it back again."

Claudio blanched.

"What?!! That's all we need."

"Well, after Josephine's visit and phone call this morning, and after finding out how crazy she is first hand, I think between us we could convince Chantelle. And I don't think Chantelle will be too pleased about it. Especially if Josephine was behind Adrian stealing that envelope you gave me."

"He what???"

I shook my head.

"It's a long story."

"Well, I'm not so sure it's a good idea to tell Chantelle about all this yet."

"I was wondering about that."

"Look!"

I followed Claudio's eyes to see the two women returning to us with drinks in hand. Chantelle looked so alive and happy. I wondered what difference a few hours would make. 

"It'll only upset her, Roger."

"I agree, for now."

"Okay."

"What have you boys been talking about, football I suppose!" Chantelle smiled and passed Claudio his drink.

"Nothing important," piped up Claudio.

"Here you are, Sir. A marguerita. I figured one would be fun," smiled Annie.

"Thanks pet." 

I kissed her forehead while Chantelle and Claudio exchanged knowing smiles.

"So Roger," Chantelle began, "Everything's set. Guests begin arriving at eight. Cocktails till eight-forty five. Main Hall for food, drinking, entertainment and dancing, from nine P.M. till late. How's that sound?"

I looked at my watch. It was seven forty-five.

"Pure and simple. Perfect."

"Oh, I nearly forgot... has anyone seen Josephine?"

I looked to Annie and shook my head almost imperceptibly, 'no'. She gave me a tiny nod.

"I haven't seen her here, if that's what you mean, Chantelle," I said.

"I was just wondering if she's coming. I haven't seen her all day." She looked at her watch. "Maybe she's not coming..."

I didn't know what to say. If I told her I knew Josephine was coming with Sylvia in tow, I'd end up having to tell Chantelle everything. There wasn't time for that. I noticed a couple of lawyers and their wives entering the salon. 

Chantelle followed my eyes.

"I have guests."

"Let's greet them! Claudio, you can amuse yourself for a little while, can't you?"

"Of course. Go!" he insisted.

"C'mon Annie, grab Roger's other arm."

Annie grinned and trotted up beside me, hugging my arm to herself and smiling up into my eyes.

"Oh, c'mon you lovebirds, you make me sick!" Chantelle giggled.

Her concern for Josephine seemed forgotten. She slipped her arm through mine and walked Annie and I to my first guests. I introduced her and as usual she took over magnificently, welcoming them and making them feel comfortable.

The salon filled quickly and Chantelle had everything under control. As I welcomed my various colleagues and their wives and girlfriends, I began to relax. Surely my anxiety was misplaced. I mean, it was just a party.

What could go wrong?

Author's Note: Thank you again rachel for your wonderful editing.  



Den of Iniquity Ch. 10



"Greetings, greetings. Welcome to the Domina Flagrante."

Chantelle was confidently kissing cheeks and offering her hand to complete strangers. She was so in control, her commanding outfit dropping jaws and grabbing attention. The only thing missing was a crop dangling from her free hand. 

Annie gripped my left arm possessively.

"Are you all right, pet?"

Annie smiled up into my eyes and whispered.

"Yes, Sir. Dreamy." 

I winked and kissed her forehead before turning back to welcome more new arrivals.

Some of the office girls had brought their boyfriends, and some even wore nice decorative collars, while a few others wore sexy, revealing outfits. One girl I recognised from accounting wore a black leather halter-top that showed a surprising amount of cleavage.

Most of the men were suited up, but one lawyer arrived wearing jeans and a t-shirt and was led in at the end of a leash by his tittering wife.

"How marvelous of you to get into the spirit of things!" gushed Chantelle to the blushing wife who could do little more than giggle. 

Alan Teasedale piped up in his wife's defense from behind her shoulder.

"Um, it's a fantasy. It's all right, isn't it? Mandy and I just thought..."

Chantelle glared at him like he was in trouble and his voice trailed off.

His wife covered her mouth, failing to contain another giggle.

Chantelle smiled hugely then winked at her, leaned into her ear and whispered something I couldn't hear.

The wife straightened her face and turned around to her husband and jerked his leash.

"The Mistress was talking to me, you naughty boy!"

Alan blushed furiously, his hands covering his cock.

Mandy Teasedale turned back to Chantelle and hesitated, smiling.

Then, like two schoolgirls, they both broke up in unrestrained giggling. I just looked at Alan and shrugged. He blushed again and his eyes went down to his feet.

"I think I'm going to like this!" squealed Mandy.

The salon quickly filled to overflowing. Lawyers are notoriously late unless there's free alcohol. Chantelle greeted them all individually, which meant there was a small delay before they made their way to the bar. A few impatient guests strolled right past, but most recognised Chantelle would be interesting to meet, and bided their time.

"Georgia!" Annie cried gleefully, as her friend from work arrived. 

"Hi, Annie," she replied and hugged her, before turning her attention to Chantelle and I. "This is gonna be fun," she drawled.

"Welcome Georgia," I said. "This is Chantelle. She's our hostess."

Chantelle shook Georgia's hand and welcomed her. I smiled at Annie and winked.

"Can I go and have a drink with Georgia, please Sir?"

"Sure, pet."

Annie and Georgia rushed past, and I overheard Georgia part whispering and part exclaiming, "Sir? Pet?"

I chuckled to myself and shook my head.

"Having fun, Roger?"

"A ball, Chantelle," I grinned.

Finally Hammerstein, Gardner and their wives arrived with a large entourage of hangers-on. Included in this group were a number of lawyers and a few of our clients, including the boss of Videomax who nodded a greeting to me and mouthed the words, "Thanks, Roger."

One person in the group stood out. She was a new personal assistant with the firm and wore the most outrageous outfit yet. A tiny, white vinyl miniskirt, white lacy bra under a see-through blouse, and white knee-high boots rounded out the ensemble. Her dark red hair sculpted around her face and brushed the tops of her pale shoulders, while a white studded collar adorned her neck as she stood there blushing with her eyes down. She still carried her pen and a pad of paper, as if to take dictation at any moment. 

Beside Emmanuel and Sonya Hammerstein were Royston and Fiona Gardner. They appeared to be arguing but pointedly ceased as they approached the entrance to the salon behind the Hammersteins. The others, including Gardner's right hand man, Saul Houston, followed closely behind. 

I had the distinct impression I was on a stage as the large group gathered around us. 

"I take great pleasure in introducing you to the Mistress of this fine establishment, Chantelle," I announced.

She proceeded to welcome everyone to the Domina Flagrante and explained quickly how the night would proceed. It was marvelous how she soothed over any anxiety they may have felt. She gave a quick history of the building and described the layout, including the rest rooms, to which the girl in white quickly fled.

"Anyway," I said after watching her fly past, "I hope you all have a wonderful time."

Emmanuel Hammerstein turned his attention to me.

"Looks like you've done a good job so far, Roger. Now, where can we get some drinks?"

I motioned the parties inside and pointed to the bar.

"Open bar all night, Sir."

"Very good," he said, beckoning those around him to follow.

Chantelle leaned into my ear for a moment, whispering, "Rude man."

"Hush," I winked at her. 

I remembered she had his phone number on her Rolodex.

She turned her open, once more smiling face to the next guests entering and I saw a tic in the corner of her eye.

"Alex, how nice to see you."

I recognised Alex O'Donohue, the senatorial candidate, at once. I shook his offered hand firmly.

"Welcome, Alex. It's good of you to come."

"Always up for a shindig, Roger. Hello Chantelle, I don't believe you've met my wife, Marie." 

Alex pushed her forward, holding her by the shoulders.

She was a mousy brunette with a pushed-up nose. I wondered if she'd had plastic surgery.

"She's my slave tonight. Aren't you, dear?" he asked, leaning down and kissing her ear.

She sighed before answering.

"Yes, Alex, I'm your slave. Can I please have a drink now?"

Chantelle held out her hand in greeting. Marie shook it gently while Alex and I watched the exchange. Marie appeared a little flustered, then smiled.

She brought the back of Chantelle's hand to her mouth and kissed it lightly.

Chantelle nodded and Alex gaped. He steered his wife past us into the salon muttering something to her, and Chantelle turned to me and winked. 

I don't know what it is about her.

She's amazing.

I looked at my watch. It was almost eight-thirty.

"Is that most of them?" Chantelle asked.

"It's all of the most important ones. Except..."

I was going to say, "Josephine and Sylvia". Maybe they weren't coming?

Just then my boss and his wife, Mike and Emma Constanti, came through the front door and were directed to us by Jonathan.

"Mike!"

"Roger! Hello! Is this the Mistress? Chantelle isn't it? I'm Mike. I love it! It's perfect! So edgy, Roger. Sooo edgy!"

He shook Chantelle's hand much too hard and I got the same treatment. 

His wife poked him in the ribs with her elbow and all three of us looked at her.

She wore a nice simple black cocktail dress with a black dog collar. Amazingly, she had a matching ball-gag in her mouth. Still, she tried to smile sweetly as we all looked at her.

Mike turned back to us and grinned.

"You know my wife, Emma, don't you, Roger?"

I nodded.

"She's not allowed to talk unless I let her. She was a bad girl before," he winked.

"I see your party has already started!" Chantelle enthused.

I took Emma's hands in mine.

"I hope you have a wonderful night," I said softly to her, before turning to my boss. "Be gentle, Mike."

He looked at me and his eyes softened.

He nodded and spoke quietly.

"Good advice, Roger."

"All right then," I said after a short but awkward moment. "I need a drink!"

"Wonderful idea, Roger!" Chantelle said, as she grinned up at me and slipped her arm through mine. "Let's find Annie too."

"Okay," I smiled back.

"C'mon Em. I'll let you have one drink, darling. Then you have to put that gag right back on," Mike said jovially.

Emma rolled her eyes and we all laughed. 

Mike and Emma drifted into the crowd and Chantelle was sidetracked by some of the guests. A minute later I found Annie chatting with Georgia at one of the tables near the bar. They were giggling and sipping drinks through straws. I smiled as Annie looked up and saw me, a huge grin spreading across her face.

As I strode toward her, she gave Georgia her drink and while Georgia watched agape, Annie took a step toward me and slipped her arms around my neck. I let her kiss my cheek softly while I winked at Georgia. 

Annie broke her kiss and our eyes locked.

"I missed you, Sir," she grinned, before we both looked at Georgia and shrugged.

"Ohhh... you two! Such kidders!" Georgia squealed.

Annie laughed and shook her head, still hanging from my neck.

"You don't know the half of it!"

At that moment, Chantelle tapped a knife against a glass. She was standing on a footstool behind the bar.

"If I can have everyone's attention, please!"

A few quiet murmurs were heard as heads turned in her direction.

She proceeded to welcome everyone to the Domina Flagrante, and hoped they enjoyed their evening. 

She wanted to assure them all that everything they saw that night would be 'safe, sane and consensual'.

"To a certain extent, you will all be spectators this evening. Employees of this establishment are undertaking all the various events and spectacles you will witness. They are for your benefit, interest, and entertainment. No one is being coerced or forced. If you have any questions, you are welcome to ask the person in the dominant position. Please allow the submissive to remain in submissive mode by not interrupting his or her train of thought."

"Also, if you have any particular concerns or requests, please see either Roger or myself, and we will see to it your evening is as magical as we hope it can be."

"Lastly, the salon is a 'safe area'. Therefore, anyone wishing to escape the sights and sounds of the party may come back here, to relax and take a break, at any time."

"If there are no questions, you may all follow me into the main hall."

Chantelle swept her eyes over the sea of smiling faces looking up at her. 

"Okay then." 

She stepped down off the footstool and walked around the bar to join Annie, Georgia and me. 

"Oooo, Roger. What was this gorgeous little creature's name again?" said Chantelle, regarding Georgia.

I found her choice of words amusing, as Georgia was a good six inches taller than Chantelle. Chuckling, I introduced them and Chantelle slipped her arms through ours. With Annie doing the same on my other side, we led the throng into the main hall.

I felt a sense of deja vu as we marched out of the salon toward the main hall. With a flourish, Chantelle opened the doors and pulsing house music mixed with our heartbeats. 

I leaned down to Chantelle and spoke into her ear as we entered.

"Where's Adrian?"

She slipped her arm from mine and pointed to a spot high off the ground at the back of the hall. There were two small windows.

"Control Room!"

I nodded, and then quickly looked over the hall.

"This looks amazing, Chantelle!"

Gone were all the dining tables from the other night. Instead there were about a hundred bar-style settings of black tables with tall cushioned stools placed around them.

Where the four huge pillars stood, circular bars had been wheeled into place, and locked together, not unlike a cuff around an ankle. Halfway from the floor to the billowing black netting that camouflaged the ceiling was a platform on which chained and hooded 'slaves' danced to the beat.

It reminded me of the movies from the sixties with 'go-go girls'. 

Annie screamed and pointed at them.

"Woohooo! Check it out!"

I could hardly believe my eyes.

Just then, spotlights lit up two hanging cages above and at either end of the stage, containing a guy in one and the girl in the other, both of whom wore hoods and were dancing their respective asses off.

Continuing to scan the room, I noticed a number of couples, dominant and submissive, preparing for the festivities. I recognised a few 'horses', two spanking benches, a St. Andrew's cross and a Catherine Wheel that had been set up. 

We made our way toward the stage, passing one such couple. A Mistress was locking her hooded female submissive's hands behind her back in preparation for a spanking bench session. I noticed she had a couple of different implements at her disposal and I thought I might like to watch a little later. She nodded to Chantelle as we passed. 

I leaned into Chantelle's ear.

"I love the hoods!"

"All the subs are wearing them. Josephine and I thought it would look cool."

Chantelle directed us to one of the two larger bar tables close to the stage and we settled and began talking as the hall filled. The flow of adrenaline seemed to keep us from sitting.

I held Annie's hand, but I quickly spoke to Chantelle.

"Have you seen her yet?"

"Who?"

"Josephine!"

"Not yet. But she's around somewhere. She came with Adrian, and that sister of hers."

"Okay."

I was having too much fun to worry about things. I looked around the hall again, then noticed something I hadn't seen before.

"I love that," I said, pointing.

Chantelle swung around to follow my finger.

In the middle of the dance floor stood a wooden structure, standing alone in a spotlight just in front of the stage.

"Isn't it a beauty? It's called a pillory. I brought it up from downstairs for a treat. It's set up so people can play in it. It can't be locked. It's a trick to lock it anyway. Not many know how. Let's take a look!"

When I reached it, I ran my hand over the stocks then down the wooden post holding it up off the ground. It was carved and looked very old. 

"That post is original, the stocks and the base were copied from drawings."

"It's fantastic."

"It's just for show. A modern set of stocks is much more convenient."

We looked at each other seriously, then burst into laughter.

"Come on!" she said, dragging me back to our table.

The stage itself remained in darkness and I briefly wondered if there was anything up there.

Before long, conversations were in full swing and some of the guests began to mingle. Small crowds of five or six began gathering around some of the 'exhibits', while others refreshed drinks at the bar or chatted over the music around their tables.

It was only a little while later that I noticed the music was louder and couples had begun filling the dance floor in front of us.

I was very pleased. Though I felt like I'd done little to deserve it, the party was well on its way to becoming a success, and I was feeling pretty proud of myself.

"This is such fun!" Chantelle shrieked. "We have to do something like this more often! Like a 'Newbies' night or something!"

Georgia looked at her blankly and Chantelle proceeded to explain the term to her.

"Sir?" asked Annie, sensing an opportunity.

"Yes, pet?"

She beckoned for me to lean down so she could speak privately. She slid her hand onto my thigh at the same time.

I smiled and leaned my ear down to her.

"Can I be naughty? I mean good-naughty, not bad-naughty?" she whispered.

Kissing my neck, she caressed higher on my thigh. I could feel my cock stiffening.

"Go on," I swallowed.

Her warm lips brushed against my ear.

"I really want to suck your cock, Sir," she whimpered, breathing hotly.

"Jesus," I said under my breath, eyes skittering and hoping she hadn't been overheard.

Her fingers curled around my hardening cock.

"Mmmmm... I want to suck it so bad," she said softly against my ear. "I want to taste you and feel you. Can I? Please, Sir?"

"Annie..." I protested, mildly.

She scraped her nails first one way, then the other, along the length of my now pulsing dick.

"Ohhh..." I swallowed, gathering my control. "Annie... Jesus... you better... I mean... Stop, pet... please!"

No one could see what she was doing. But I'm sure the look on my face would have given me away. I glanced around the table again. Chantelle was deep in conversation with Georgia. Mike and Emma were talking and pointing in different directions. There were a couple of empty stools too. I guessed for Claudio and Josephine. I had a feeling one of them wouldn't be needed.

"Mmmmm... it's so hot and hard... are you sure you want me to stop, Sir?" she breathed.

Goosebumps broke out on my arms. God, I wanted her so badly.

What was I thinking? 

I was gonna cum in my pants! 

Taking her wrist in my hand, I lifted her teasing fingers from my cock and placed them back in her lap.

As I did so, I turned towards her. My thigh pressed along the length of hers, and I could feel the warmth of her. 

I reached up and took her chin gently in my hand, looking deeply into those beautiful pale blue eyes.

"Later," I said firmly.

She licked her lips.

"Promise?"

I shook my head in wonder.

"You gotta be kidding, pet. Sure I promise."

"Yayyy!" she cheered and kissed my mouth, eyes dancing.

She bounced in her chair a couple of times, then looked over the growing crowd on the dance floor.

"Can we dance, Sir?"

"Ah... not right now, Annie."

I am not a good dancer.

She giggled and blushed.

"Is it okay if I dance with Georgia?"

"Sure it is, pet. I should mingle once the um... 'swelling' goes down," I winked. 

I watched as she stood and swung her hips as she walked around the table and whispered in Georgia's ear. Georgia gave an apology and took Annie's hand. They made their way to the front of the stage and began dancing near the pillory under a kaleidoscope of flashing, coloured lights.

I had fleeting glimpses of Annie between the masses of bodies dancing. Thankfully my cock started relaxing, though my skin still tingled with anticipation. I couldn't wait to get her home.

Chantelle was deep in conversation with the Costantis, and I decided to mingle.

I leaned into their conversation.

"Excuse me for interrupting. I'm just going to see the sights!"

Chantelle smiled and Mike and Emma nodded.

I picked up my drink and began to make my way around the hall. There were a few dancing couples who had chosen not to make their way up to the stage. At the tables, loud conversations continued over the music.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. Everything was fine.

In fact, my cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much, and my back was sore from all the slapping it was getting.

"Great party, Roger!"

"Stunning buddy, just stunning."

"Boy have I got a few ideas from this!"

"Are you into thisssstuff, Roger?" a voice slurred.

I turned and looked into Sylvia's eyes. She was drunk already.

"I bet you have ssadistic orgies with all these trashy sssluts."

She stumbled as I took her by the elbow out of earshot of other guests. I righted her and spoke quietly.

"Sylvia, whether I am 'into this stuff' or not, is none of your business. I hope you're not going to make a scene."

She pulled her elbow out of my hand.

"Of course not! I've had a few drrrinks. I'm not drrrrunk!" 

"Where's Josephine?" I asked.

She finished her champagne and waved one arm around.

"I don't know. I don't care. Where's the ladies rrroom?"

I pointed in the direction of the exit doors. 

"Through there."

I never got an answer. She wasn't listening. She was making a beeline for the restrooms already. I'd have to keep an eye on her.

I watched her ass sway as she walked away from me. Amazing body. A lot like Josephine. Same height, same build. Same colour hair. Just ten years older. She looked great. 

But I was concerned about where her head was. I hoped she could behave herself. 

I found myself more carefully scanning the faces of the milling crowd, trying to spot Josephine. The music sounded like it had grown slightly in volume again.

The various 'scenes' being played out were a hit, with large gatherings around them looking on in wonder, and I was soon distracted.




Den of Iniquity Ch. 10



I stopped by one such scene, where a hooded, scantily clad young submissive girl was in the process of being tied to a 'horse'. So called because of its similarity in shape to a saw-horse, the girl was having her slender ankles tied with thick rope to a leg on either side, before another thick rope was wound up her wrists to her elbows.

The audience watched agape as her body bowed and her breasts thrust forward against her tight black crop top. A light blue ball-gag was pressed gently into her smiling, lipsticked mouth, before being buckled behind her head. Next, a blindfold came over her eyes, and the dominant stood back satisfied.

A few in the audience began clapping and I found myself joining them.

Grins broke out amongst those watching as the dominant withdrew a long peacock feather from a low black box and began teasing the helpless submissive, who appeared to be writhing to the beat.

Someone slapped my back.

"This is fantastic, Roger. I can't believe it!"

I smiled and shook hands again with Mike, my boss. His wife was among those staring past me at the sight of the girl being tied and teased with a feather.

"Glad you're having fun, Mike," I said loudly over the music.

"Any chance of getting my girl on there?" he asked, only half kidding and elbowing me with glee.

Emma shook her head and blushed.

I took another look at the scene and its audience, and shook my head, smiling.

"I don't think so buddy. Maybe it would be more fun at home!"

Mike's eyes got as big as saucers as he considered the possibilities.

Emma blushed scarlet and waved her finger at her husband.

We all cracked up. 

Mike was right. 

This was great!

We clinked champagne glasses and I told them I'd catch up with them and turned to go. I almost ran headlong into a hooded submissive girl. I frowned as she rushed past, not watching where she was going.

"Oh, sorry Sir..." she mumbled, head down.

"It's all ri..." 

I never got to finish my sentence before she'd rushed off. I chuckled. She probably needed to pee.

I walked around the hall with my hands clasped behind my back and a permanent smile plastered across my face. I listened to gasps and cries of "No way!" as the various scenes were played out and the audiences were amazed.

The music pulsed louder.

I stopped and watched a rather large, very good-looking Mistress flogging a male submissive across his ass. He was a very muscular man and stretched as he was across a spanking bench, wearing a black leather hood and black lycra gym shorts, squeals of delight came from some of the women in the crowd.

"Harder! Harder!" one laughed.

"What a beautiful butt!" another cried.

"Jeez, that's gotta hurt," mumbled a male voice.

I slipped to the front of the gathering and leaned into the Mistress' ear.

"Take it easy," I whispered.

She winked at me like she knew me.

"Don't worry, Roger. It's all in fun."

"Okay."

I turned back to the crowd who were all looking at me like I was spoiling their fun. Still smiling, I shook my head again and made my way back through the crowd to continue mingling.

At the back of the hall there was a grinning, bare-chested dominant that I thought I recognised, standing and chatting with a number of onlookers, explaining how a set of steel stocks worked, and that he would be demonstrating a paddling, as soon as his submissive returned from the bathroom.

"The sub in a rush," I thought to myself, moving closer.

"With that? God, that must hurt!" said a concerned female voice.

"No, no. It won't hurt TOO much," the familiar dominant chuckled, turning the paddle in his hands.

I knew him, but couldn't put my finger on it.

I watched and listened over a secretary's shoulder as he explained how a kneeling sub kneeled and bent down with her forehead on the ground, and reached back to allow her ankles and wrists to be locked into the hinged stocks. 

I wanted to see that. I promised myself I would return later.

I started heading back towards the front of the main hall and as I passed the open doors leading out, I saw Claudio making like a traffic policeman. He was directing waiters and waitresses carrying platters to all points of the hall. He noticed me and gave a few instructions before heading over.

"How are things, Roger?"

"Great, I think."

"Excellent. Once all this finger food is out, my job will be finished and I'll be able to relax and join you."

"Have you seen Josephine?"

"No, but I saw her sister."

"Me too."

"She won't be far away, I can assure you."

I nodded.

"Don't worry, Roger. Chantelle has everything under control."

I looked out across the crowd.

"If you say so."

Claudio chuckled.

"It's a great party, Roger! Relax!"

I got yet another slap on the back before he laughed again and turned on his heel.

Before long, I found myself back at our table, chatting with Chantelle and looking through the dancing bodies for a glimpse of Annie.

Chantelle informed me they had been back to the table and were now dancing for the second time. 

"The music is good. Not really my style though," she said.

I smiled at her watching the dancers.

"It's a wonderful party, Chantelle. I can't thank you enough. For everything."

She turned to me and smiled back.

"Roger, dear boy, you are most welcome."

We grinned at each other and I sensed a moment. 

"What's Josephine's story?" I asked. "Is everything okay?"

"She was just a little late. Apparently she and her damned sister got a bit drunk... and Adrian too. I'm glad all 'he' has to do is operate the music."

"Where's Josephine now?"

"Relax Roger. She's taking a paddling at the back of the hall. It'll do her good. She's been concealing something from me about her and Sylvia. She wouldn't tell me what it was. She wasn't too pleased when I told her she was to be paddled instead of flogged. Don't worry. Johnson will go easy on her." 

"Johnson? The bartender? I thought I recognised him."

"Didn't you think a bartender could be a dominant, Roger?"

"Um, I just meant..."

She winked.

"I'm teasing."

I sighed and shrugged, then smiled hopefully back at her. The moment had clearly passed.

"Honestly Roger, everything's under control. No need to be concerned."

"Okay, if you say so."

"Oh, I just remembered something! Adrian asked to speak with you urgently, though I chastised him for making it sound so important. The poor dear is drunk as a skunk and is hardly making any sense at all. Anyway, when you get a moment, you'd better go see him. Jonathan will show you the entrance to the control room, though I'm sure Adrian just wants to break up the boredom up there."

I glanced up at the two holes high on the back wall.

"I'll go and see him now, just in case," I said.

"Suit yourself. I'll be witnessing Josephine getting her paddling. Should be fun!"

I chuckled at Chantelle's gregarious manner. She seemed so young sometimes. I watched as she bounced away, stopping and chatting at the various tables, ensuring people were enjoying the food and entertainment.

I shook my head for the tenth time that night and smiled.

On the way to find Adrian, I passed a submissive tightly tied in a contraption not unlike a rectangular prism of thin, tubular steel. A dominant was alternating between using a flogger in one hand and a vibrator in the other. 

She writhed as the vibrator skimmed over her skin, down her arms and up the insides of her thighs. Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile played around her full lips. Then as the dominant changed tactics and began to flog her, small shudders ran through her body each time the tails gently lashed her skin, causing her long blonde hair to shimmer under the spotlight. He concentrated mainly on her thighs and stomach. Mesmerised, I watched as he changed back to the vibrator and she began writhing again. It was an erotic scene, and I was pleased to note it wasn't too lurid. 

I suddenly remembered I had to go see Adrian.

Reluctantly I turned away and headed out through the doors to find Jonathan relaxing and talking on the phone to someone. He hung up as I approached.

"Hello, Sir. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Hi, Jonathan. Yes, please. You can show me the way to the control room."

"Certainly, Sir. Right this way."

I followed Jonathan beside a fire extinguisher to a door I hadn't noticed before. We paused as he found the key.

"Adrian keeps calling down to see if you are on your way, Sir. May I alert him?"

"I'll beat you to it, won't I?"

"It's two and a half stories of circular stairway, Sir."

"Okay. Sure. I don't mind."

"Thank you, Sir."

He found the right key and opened the door.

"All the way to the top, Sir. Mind your step. It's dark."

"Thanks, Jonathan."

With a hooked arm swinging around the central pillar, I bounded up the stairs, two at a time. I wanted to see if I could beat Jonathan's phone call. 

I took a break almost at the top.

As a child, I had a circular staircase that led to my loft. Taking the steps wasn't hard. I'd done it before. But taking so many was almost impossible. 

I needed to catch my breath.

Right at that moment I realised I wasn't as young as I used to be.

Gasping for breath and hunched over, I was leaning with my hands on the tops of my thighs, just above my knees and feeling faint.

I needed to get to the gym.

The music in the stairwell suddenly went quiet.

The pulsing beat from the hall could still be heard through the walls. 

A door opened above me and a column of light illuminated the staircase.

"Sir? Roger?"

"I'm here, Adrian. Just taking a breather," I said, from right below his feet.

I walked up the remaining steps and Adrian held the door open for me.

"Thank goodness you're here, Sir. I need to talk to you."

"Chantelle said you were drunk. You don't seem drunk."

"Just a little tipsy, Sir. I've been dancing it off up here."

I smiled.

"Okay. What's this all about then?"

"I need about five minutes, Sir. Do you have time?"

"You don't actually think I'm going to leave and come back up those bloody steps all over again, do you?"

Adrian chuckled.

"No, Sir. I'll be quick. Please, take a seat."

I looked around at the small room with various notes stuck to one wall and a large bank of compact disks along another. A single chair was half turned around in front of a control panel covered in switches and blinking lights. Above the panel were the two offset windows looking down into the main hall. Up close they were much larger than they appeared from down below. 

I turned the chair the rest of the way around and sat down, facing Adrian.

Adrian paced back and forth.

I waited patiently.

Finally, he found the nerve to speak.

"I'm worried about Chantelle."

I almost spoke but Adrian held his hand up, and I stopped myself.

"I'm worried because she's more than a boss to me. I've known her a long time..."

"You're in love with her?"

"Yes," he sighed. "I know. Which excuses some of the things I've done, and renders others inexcusable... I don't know what to do."

"Why don't you start from the start?"

"I'm just so worried. I mean look, I started carrying this!"

Adrian pulled the revolver from behind his back, and waved it around. He apparently had it stuck down the back of his pants.

"Whoa!!!" 

He realised my concern immediately and placed the firearm on the control panel in front of me.

"Sorry, Roger. Guns freak me out too."

I moved the cold black steel out of his reach.

"Not much of a hero, am I?"

"Adrian, what's going on?"

"I'm in over my head, Sir. I thought I knew what I was doing. A couple of months ago, Chantelle and Josephine had a tiff. It was a quarrel about Josephine's status. Chantelle made it clear, according to Josephine, that she had no long-term plans for her. Josephine was livid, muttering about plans going awry and that she thought Chantelle loved her. I'm sorry, Sir. I'm rambling. Anyway, when I heard there were death threats against Chantelle, I was sure Josephine was behind them. I'd been thinking about it, and I wanted to find out if I was right. So when the opportunity came along, I went along with her and stole that envelope. She said it was hers to give to you, Sir. I didn't see the harm. I thought she would trust me more if I did as she'd asked. So I kept my knowledge from Chantelle, and from you, Sir. I'm so sorry."

"It's all right, Adrian. Go on."

"Well, Sir, she 'did' trust me. I don't know why, but she did! She wanted me there this morning to drive with her to your house. It was only then that I realised something else entirely was going on. She told me a few things that didn't make sense, and it was then that I was sure she was coming unglued, and was no threat to Chantelle."

"Yeah, Josephine hides her craziness well."

"Her lucid periods are frequent, Sir. Which partly explains why I haven't told you, or Chantelle, what is going on. I mean, I really thought she was capable of injury, Sir. Perhaps serious injury. I wasn't sure, and I needed to find out... I mean I... I wanted to be... be the hero, Sir. I wanted to rescue her."

"Chantelle?"

"Yes! Oh, God... I know it's ridiculous... I know she would never want me..."

"You are a fine man, Adrian. Don't sell yourself short. So, Josephine is not behind the death threats?"

"I don't think so, Sir. I mean I'm pretty sure she isn't."

"Then what is she up to? What's so urgent?"

"We returned to Josephine's place after dropping off your toy box, and Josephine told me to wait while she went to get her sister. They returned with three bottles of champagne and we all proceeded to get drunk. Except I poured a couple of mine down the sink, Sir."

I looked at my watch. Where was this going?

"I'm sorry, Sir. I get carried away. I should have told you all this earlier."

"It's all right, Adrian. I have a few more minutes."

I wanted to find Josephine and Sylvia, NOW.

"Yes, Sir. Anyway, while Josephine was picking up her sister, I rummaged around her apartment and found her journal."

"Her journal?"

"Yes, Sir. I was interrupted from reading it by their return, but basically it says that Josephine wants to get back at Sylvia for rejecting her. I think it has something to do with Josephine coming out of the closet, Sir. But there are no references to physically harming Chantelle."

"Do you know her plan?"

"Only that she wants to ruin Sylvia. She really wants to hurt her. And there's a reference in there to Chantelle too. Something about 'it would serve the bitch right to have it all over the papers.' And one other thing, Sir. Josephine has a spare hood!"

"She's going to do it tonight, isn't she?"

"It stands to reason, Sir. Sylvia is in front of her work colleagues, and she's already drunk. I think Josephine plans to humiliate her."

"Anything else you can tell me, Adrian?"

"Just one thing, Sir."

He went over by the wall and searched inside a carry bag.

"Just... THIS!"

He spun around holding the envelope up like a prize.

"The picture?" I asked.

"The one and only!"

"You're a saint, Adrian. We can stop all this right now!"

"I thought you'd be pleased. At least I did something right."

"You've done well, Adrian. Let's take a look."

I tore open the envelope and pulled out the photo. Adrian and I pored over it in the yellow light of the control room. A girl with a hood over her head was looking into the camera and smiling like she was drunk. She had cum all over her face, a cock in her hand near her mouth and a cock up her ass. In the poor light, it looked like Sylvia. 

"There's something wrong with this," I said, moving the photo under the hanging globe.

"Not much left to the imagination, Sir."

"You're right about that. But what I mean is... I don't know... wait a minute.... the eyes! The eyes are brown, not blue!! This isn't Sylvia. This is Josephine!!! I gotta get back down there!"

"You'll tell Chantelle I'm sorry, won't you, Sir?"

"We'll see if it's necessary, Adrian. I have to find out where everyone is."

"Yes, Sir. Go! Go!"

"Thanks, Adrian."

"And Sir?" he asked, as I reached the door.

"Yes, Adrian?"

"Thank you for listening, Sir."

"It's okay, Adrian. You did well." 

I slipped the photo into my jacket pocket. Deciding to get moving, I glanced out the small glassless windows at the writhing masses partying down below. 

"What's that?" I pointed.

"Where?"

I walked back over to the lower window and pointed again.

"Down there, right below us."

"You mean the sub struggling?"

"Yes, it looks like Josephine."

"And there's Chantelle, talking to the dominant."

"I think she's going to get that spanking Chantelle promised."

"It's not like she doesn't deserve it. I bet she's struggling 'cause she's seen Chantelle out of the corner of her eye. Is she wearing a gag?"

"I can't tell from up here. I'm going to take a look. I'll talk with you later if I get a chance, Adrian."

"Yes, Sir. Thanks again, Sir."

"You're welcome."

With that, I bounded down the stairs and found the door handle and tried it, to no avail. It was locked. I banged my fist against the door and waited for someone to open it but no one came. Just then the music volume peaked and the stairwell was filled with pounding house music.

"Adrian and his bloody dancing!" I thought.

I got the fright of my life as hands caressed the front of my pants in the inky blackness of the stairwell.

"Mmmmmm... this is perfect, isn't it, Sir?"

"Jesus, Annie. You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Awww... I just wanted to surprise you, Sir. You could fuck my mouth and cum down my throat. It wouldn't take long would it? I really want it, Sir," she whined.

Goodness. 

I can't believe I considered it for only a moment. 

"Annie, this really isn't a good time..."

She kissed me hotly and snaked her fingers around my once more growing cock.

I brushed her fingers away.

"Annie, I mean it!"

I pounded harder on the door and it was suddenly flung open and I was greeted with a rush of light and Jonathan's smiling face.

"That was qui..."

"Not now, Jonathan!" I interrupted, escaping into the light of the entranceway. I turned around and grabbed Annie's hand.

"Come on!"

We composed ourselves at the double doors and I straightened my jacket. I was sweating and worried about something going wrong. 

"Jeez, I could lose my job."

I took Annie's hand again and strode through the double doors, en route to the back of the hall. 

I must have said, "I'll be back!" five times as we were interrupted, making our way to the back of the hall, where I had a sneaking suspicion it wasn't Josephine getting a paddling at all. 

When we arrived, Chantelle was leading the crowd in a count, "TEN... SLAP!!! NINE... SLAP!!! EIGHT... SLAP!!!"

The hooded submissive sensually writhing while locked in the stocks was clearly enjoying her treatment, as the position she was in, with her ass raised skyward, allowed a clear view between her legs. The tight, high-cut pair of black leather shorts she wore, revealing half her ass, did little to hide the sheen of juice running down the insides of her thighs.

It sure looked like Josephine. But her ass was facing the crowd and I couldn't see her face. I wasn't sure if anyone could.

What was I going to do now?

It looked like she'd already been thoroughly spanked. What could be seen of her ass was a blazing red, and she was straining upwards towards each coming blow from the paddle wielded by the dominant standing over her.

"God, if I stop it now and it's Sylvia, Josephine's plan will have worked! If it's Josephine, I'll just look like a fool!"

The chant continued unabated!

"SEVEN... SLAP!!! SIX... SLAP!!! All right STOP!"





Den of Iniquity Ch. 10



Chantelle had seen me!

"Awwww..." breathed the crowd collectively.

"Roger! Come over here! Come on don't be shy. Have a go! Paddle the girl!"

Chantelle was smirking and I looked around and saw my boss and his wife, as well as Georgia and a few of the lawyers and their wives all urging me to take the paddle.

"I'll do it," said Claudio, pushing through the crowd to take it from Johnson's hand. I hadn't noticed him watching.

"Wow," said Annie beside me, "She's 'really' gonna get it now."

"No!" I almost yelled, breaking from Annie and lunging for the paddle. "I'll do it!"

The crowd cheered!

"Jesus!" I muttered under my breath.

Johnson handed me the paddle and I looked down at it. It was lighter than mine, but it could definitely pack a punch. I looked back at Chantelle, then at the waiting crowd, then down at the red ass swaying seductively and seemingly beckoning me to paddle it.

"Go on, Roger. Five to go, and make them good ones!"

I laughed nervously and smoothed my hand over the leather, smiling uncertainly at the crowd. I needed a little time... a pantomime... a scene... time... just a little time... I had to find out... surely I couldn't paddle Sylvia. Could I? 

"You all want me to finish off this girl?" I asked loudly, patting her ass with the paddle.

"Yesssss!!" cheered the crowd over the heavy beat of the music.

"This girl?!!! This naughty girl?!!!"

"Yesssssss!!" 

I spoke as I leaned over her uplifted ass and picked her head up by the short ponytail that protruded from the back of her hood.

"This one! This one who is so clearly aroused by what is going on?"

I bounced the paddle off her ass a little harder and she groaned as I lifted her head, arching her back.

"Yesssssssssss!!!" 

"This one who..."

I twisted her head by the ponytail and looked into Josephine's brown eyes and she smiled at me.

"... so clearly needs serious correction?"

"YESSSSSSS!!!!"

I let go of her hair and her head dropped slowly to the floor.

I looked around the crowd of smiling, excited faces.

Most of them had never seen anything like the things they'd seen tonight. Most of them were amazed at every scene they witnessed, watching with baited breath, hearts beating fast. 

Most of them had never even heard of BDSM. 

Many of them would come away from this party as changed people. They would no longer accept the mundane. They would be people with ideas, and with plans for the future. Some would file away what they witnessed, to draw on the memory at a later time, and some would forget all about it. 

But most would remember everything they saw and even in some small way, it would change their lives. 

Would it be for the better? 

I hoped so.

"Do iiitttt!!!!" someone yelled over the music.

I looked at Chantelle. 

Even she had fire in her eyes.

Something wasn't right.

Why was Josephine smiling?

I pulled her back up by the hair, leaned down to her ear, and spoke loudly enough so that only she could hear.

"Where is Sylvia?"

Her visage changed from erotic enjoyment to a wicked witch in a breath. 

She cackled and wiggled her ass.

"Come on Roger, paddle me. I know you want to."

"Where is she?!"

"It doesn't matter now, it's too late. Get on with it and paddle my fucking ass! Your audience is waiting!"

Releasing her hair again, I stood up and darted my eyes around. 

Chantelle looked keen to give her a thrashing. Claudio just looked scary. Even Annie had a look of sadistic pleasure in her eye.

Only Johnson looked capable of paddling Josephine without losing control.

I took a stride towards him and handed him the paddle.

"This is a demonstration, not a punishment. Not too hard!" I stated firmly.

He nodded in understanding and took the paddle from my hand. I turned back to the gathering of friends and co-workers, many of whom had no idea what was going on.

I turned to Chantelle, who was smiling at me strangely... almost proudly.

"Come on! We have to find Sylvia!" I yelled over music that had become almost deafening. "She has to be around here somewhere!"

Chantelle looked around but it was pointless. She wasn't tall enough and she started jumping up and down in her high-heeled boots and seeing what she could see.

I smiled at Annie when she did the same thing. I was tall enough to see over most people's heads, but I couldn't really see anything anyway. It was too dark. Claudio strode over at the commotion, while the rest of the audience turned back to watch Josephine's paddling.

"What's going on?!" he yelled.

"We have to find Sylvia! Josephine's sister! She'll be in a hood!" I yelled.

"I'll go this way with Chantelle!" he replied.

"Okay! C'mon, Annie, we'll go down this side!"

We split up and the last I saw of them was Claudio dragging Chantelle by the hand into the crowd. Annie took mine and pulled me over to the first exhibit and we identified the submissive quickly. It was a guy, so it didn't hold us up.

"C'mon!" screamed Annie, pulling me further into the crowd. 

At the next scene a submissive girl was cuffed to a St. Andrew's cross and a large crowd had gathered to watch as her Master flogged her back and ass. He was in the process of unbuckling her wrist cuffs from the big 'X' and turning her around to flog her front. She was hooded too but I was pretty sure it wasn't Sylvia.

"It's not her!" cried Annie, tugging at my hand.

I followed her through the crowd and looked ahead and all around us. "Where were the partners?" I wondered. "God I hope this doesn't get out of hand!"

We arrived at the next scene where a sub was being very lightly caned while her Mistress explained loudly to the crowd about her enjoyment of corporal punishment.

I winced.

The sub was very slim, but light-skinned and wasn't Sylvia. I rolled my eyes and kept following Annie. Up ahead it looked like half the hall had poured onto the dance floor and were dancing like crazy people. The hall had become quite dark, our way lit by soft spotlights over each table and the flashing coloured lights and lasers beaming out around the dance floor. 

Progress became slower and I saw Chantelle and Claudio up ahead at our table, waiting for us.

"No sign of her!" shouted Chantelle over the music.

Claudio shook his head and shrugged in agreement.

I looked over to the partner's table, and apart from a few people using it to rest their drinks and watch the dancing, it was empty. 

Where was Gardner? Where was Hammerstein? Where were their wives and the gossiping secretaries? Where were Alex O'Donohue and Saul Houston?

Where was Sylvia???

I caught the shape of Alex's head in the dancing throng and then realized with a rush what was happening.

"The pillory!!!" I yelled, pushing onto the dance floor and started to wind my way through the dancing bodies.

As I got closer I could see the top of Sylvia's hooded head, strapped and locked in the pillory by the neck and wrists. She was facing the crowd with her head down and many of those gathered were clapping to the beat of the music. 

I heard them chanting, "Cane! Cane! Cane!" 

Gardner stood behind her, holding a long cane up in his hand. He was whipping it through the air and apparently preparing to cane her! 

The crowd was packed in watching and bouncing to the loud music.

It was almost impossible to push through.

I looked around and saw the wives of the partners, yelling incoherently. Saul Houston and some of the top brass from the company also looked on, pointing and making comments.

Just then Emmanuel Hammerstein stepped up to Sylvia and lifted her head by the back of her hood. 

It was Sylvia, all right. 

Her blue eyes, though half open and bloodshot, peered into the shadows and light. 

I wondered what Josephine had given her.

I tried to push through and was grabbed by my belt. I couldn't go forward.

Someone was stopping me!

I turned around to see who it was and saw Chantelle and Annie looking up at me.

"What's happening?!!" Chantelle screeched.

It couldn't be! I glanced around at the faces... "Who else would be..." 

Saul Houston!

"Where do you think you're going, big guy?" he sneered.

Just then I heard Hammerstein yell into Sylvia's ear. I turned towards them. 

It was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You're a stupid slut! Maybe this will teach you!"

I had to do something!

Turning around and looking up into his eyes, I took hold of Saul's hairy arm.

He winced as I dug my fingers between the bones in his wrist.

I looked down at Chantelle and Annie, who had noticed what was happening.

"Get him off me!" 

They both grabbed Saul's arm and I fought my way forward, grabbing the shoulders of those in front of me. Looking ahead as I strained, I saw Sylvia looking right at me, her head held up in Hammerstein's hand. 

Was she smiling???

He let go of her head and it flopped forward. He leaned back up and nodded at Gardner.

This couldn't be happening!

I saw a flash go off.

Someone had a camera!

I had to stop them!

"Nooo!!!" I yelled, pulling forward and bursting through the crowd, escaping Saul's grip. 

I careened into Hammerstein and knocked him on his ass.

I fumbled with the latches on the Pillory while looking at Gardner.

"Don't do it! It wasn't her!"

He didn't seem to care.

"It'll be fun anyway!" he replied.

He hesitated only a moment then started swinging back!

He was just about to lay into her when Claudio raced up behind him.

It was like slow motion.

He grabbed the cane in one hand and Gardner's shoulder in the other, spinning him around and twisting the cane from his grasp. I hadn't seen anything like it since my time in the Marines.

"What are you doing, Roger?!!" Hammerstein bellowed at me as his wife helped him to his feet and sneered at me. "This was OUR idea!"

I pulled the photo from my jacket pocket and shoved it in his face. 

He was back on his feet.

"Look! Brown eyes! It wasn't her!"

He took the photo from me and looked at it closely.

He held it up to the crowd.

"He's right!" 

He looked around for someone. 

I'd never seen him angrier. 

"Where's Gardner?!!"

Claudio pushed Gardner toward us and Hammerstein showed him the picture. 

"What's the meaning of this? This girl's eyes are brown!"

Gardner looked at the photo, astonished. He looked back at us imploringly.

"But, wait a minute! I've been duped!"

"No, you LIED to me!"

"But... but, I didn't know! I couldn't have known! It's not my fault!!!"

By this time I'd succeeded in unlatching the stock part of the pillory and was helping Sylvia to a stool vacated by one of the crowd. Annie was helping her drink a glass of water someone had passed her. 

"Look at her," Hammerstein wailed. "She's wasted! And you said she was into this stuff! You said she loved it and she'd enjoy being caned! I knew I shouldn't have listened to..."

Just then the music stopped.

"Heyyy... what's going on?"

I looked at Chantelle and she was looking in the direction of the control room. She was waving her arms around, trying to get Adrian to restart the music.

The flashes of strobe lights and flickers of the coloured spotlights abruptly ceased. The harsh regularity of the overhead lighting made people squint as it was turned back on.

They started returning to their tables. 

I heard one mutter, "I think it's time to leave."

I looked around. 

Annie and Chantelle were helping an unsteady Sylvia to keep her feet.

They stopped and looked at me.

Suddenly, Josephine burst through the crowd and ran into me, burying her shoulder in the middle of my back. I collapsed, gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of me, and looked up from the floor to see who hit me. I watched helpless as Josephine lunged at the three women, obscenities flying from her mouth. 

Everyone stopped in their tracks, noticing the commotion.

"You fucking cunts can't do anything right!" she screamed. 

Chantelle backed away when Josephine tore at her face. Annie tried to grab Josephine and copped a backhander across the face, flying onto her ass and across the dance floor.

I coughed as I finally drew breath and struggled to my feet.

Words wouldn't come. I couldn't speak. I limped towards Josephine as she postured to punch Sylvia in the face. With a quick movement, she reached behind herself and withdrew the letter opener from the back of her bicycle shorts? As if in slow motion I watched as Josephine inverted the blunt knife and made to bring it down onto Sylvia with all her strength. 

With that sight in front of me, my mind got organized in a split second.

"She's going to kill her!"

I threw myself at Josephine's raised hand holding the blade, grasping her wrist and falling sideways taking her with me. 

I was almost sitting on top of her when, at that very moment, a shot rang out.

Everything froze.

Annie's hand went to her breast and she collapsed straight backwards. 

I screamed and lunged for her. 

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

I don't know how, but I caught Annie halfway to the floor, cushioning her fall. 

Chantelle held Sylvia close, looking at Annie and screaming too.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

As I rolled on top of Annie, I saw Jonathan swing into view, his gun drawn and pointing at the ceiling.

"Sorry! Sorry, everyone! Are you all right?"

Effortlessly he picked up a dazed Josephine by the upper arm and shook her with force.

"What were you thinking?" he boomed.

I looked down at Annie. She was coughing and coming awake.

"Are you okay?" I almost yelled.

"Y... yes. I... I fainted I think."

I beamed at the wry smile playing on her lips.

"Everything's okay now. You're safe."

Lifting Annie and myself to our feet, I brushed myself down with one hand while keeping Annie steady with the other around her waist.

A look to my left revealed Hammerstein continuing to argue with Gardner over the rising din of voices in the eerily quiet hall. 

I shook my head and glanced around. Most of the people were now watching Hammerstein and Gardner going at it. A real crowd was gathering. Most of the people in the hall had moved forward, trying to find out what all the shouting was about, and why the music had stopped and the lights came on. 

Saul Houston was trying to keep Gardner and Hammersein apart and was doing a good job. By the looks on the faces of some of the wives, they thought the whole thing was a big joke. Looking back at Jonathan, I noticed he was tying a gag into Josephine's mouth while she kneeled quietly with her empty hands in her lap. Her head was down.

I could feel my strength returning and I stood up straighter, taking a deep breath.

Someone had to say something!

"All right! Enough!" Chantelle screamed at the top of her voice.

She was standing on a table and the entire crowd stopped what they were doing and looked up at her.

She had a look of incredible determination on her face. Her eyes flashed, looking from face to face. They were inexperienced people who didn't know better. People who made assumptions much like I had when I first arrived here. I wondered what she was going to say. 

After scanning the crowd, her eyes came to rest on mine.

"One day, someone came to see me and asked me a question. He asked if it was real."

She scanned her eyes over towards Hammerstein and Gardner.

"A few people have been physically and mentally hurt tonight and that is REAL. That is what happened. And I won't stand for it. This lifestyle is not a game you can play on the weekends. You can't assume people don't mind being hurt. I am a human fucking BEING! Of COURSE I don't LIKE to be hurt. And no one in this lifestyle does.

"It is a MYTH to believe there is such a thing as a pain slut. 'Someone who simply gets off on pain'. Pain is a tool. It is incredibly important to know EXACTLY what you are doing before you inflict it.

"Punishment is STRUCTURED and PRIVATE. It is NOT for public consumption."

Her eyes swept over the entranced crowd.

"What you witnessed here tonight was NOT orchestrated by the Domina Flagrante, but by those with a personal axe to grind and who were intoxicated by the fleeting power they possessed."

I looked at Gardner and his head dropped. His wife slapped him across his shoulder.

I looked back at Chantelle.

"Sylvia Harper has been caught up in a game she didn't even know she was playing. She deserves to be forgiven for her sins, not punished."

She looked down at Josephine. 

"There were other agendas being played out here tonight. None of which could be justified. There are those that will pay for this evening's interruptions..."

She looked all around at the open-mouthed faces looking up at her.

"...But you people are not among them. You are welcome to stay and enjoy. If you so wish, the party will go on."

The rising throng drowned out any protesters with a resounding yes vote.

Chantelle waited until it was quiet again. 

She cupped her hands around her mouth, directing her voice at the control room.

"ADRIAN! MUSIC AND LIGHTS!"

Then she spun around and glared at those close by. Everyone she was talking to knew it in an instant.

"SALON! NOW!"

In moments, music crashed into the hall like a train. The overhead lights drew dim, replaced once more by the strobes and flickering coloured spot lights.

The slave dancers started gyrating again and people returned to their tables. Looking over their heads, I saw dominants and submissives moving back into position.

I noticed smiles and serious conversations going on. People were ordering drinks and picking at the leftovers. Maybe all wasn't lost. 

I saw a few people preparing to leave but not many.

How did she do it?

The look on Chantelle's face as she stepped down off the table and stormed off to the salon made me glad I would never be getting a caning from her.

Looking down at Annie, I was surprised to see her crying. 

I turned her towards me, holding her by the shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

"I should have done something!"

"You weren't to know."

"But..."

I pressed my index finger gently to her lips.

"Hush now."

"I'm going to be humiliated in front of everyone!"

"Chantelle would have to go through me first."

"Only if I'm collared, Roger. Otherwise I'm fair game!"

"Look, didn't you hear her? She wouldn't do it. Not to you. Not in public. And knowing Chantelle, she would make sure she spoke to me about something like that first. Whether you are 'collared', or whatever, or not. She knows how I feel about you."

"Ohhh..." Annie sobbed into my chest, embracing me tightly.

"Come on. Everything will be fine. I wanna see the fireworks!"

She looked up at me and I brushed the tears from her cheeks.

"You really think she isn't mad at me?" she asked, in a small voice.

"I think I know who she's mad at. Come on, let's find out."

I took Annie's hand and led her out through the crowd.

I couldn't believe Chantelle had saved the party. 

People around me were enjoying themselves again. More than once people came up to me while we made our way to the exit doors and told me not to worry about things. 

It was a bit of a blur though.

I just wanted to get to the salon.

Authors note: Thank you rachel for a wonderful editing job once again. This story would be much more difficult to read without you. 



Den of Iniquity Ch. 11



Author's Note: Welcome to the final chapter of Den of Iniquity. I'd like to thank everyone who has supported this story over the past year, and especially rachel for her outstanding editing. This has been the most ambitious story I've tried to write. I am so humbled and so inspired by everyone's votes, comments and feedback. It's all we aspiring writers get! So please keep them coming. It helps so much to really know…

Annie and I rounded the entrance to the salon and were greeted by a wall of eerie silence. A few looked toward us as we entered. We'd barely stepped a foot inside before Chantelle's voice rang like an executioner's bell.

"Close the doors behind you, Roger."

Once I pulled the heavy salon doors closed, Annie hugged my arm tightly and we took our places in Chantelle's audience. Looking around I noticed some of the chairs from around the walls had been moved into a semi-circle. Chantelle sat on the edge of her over-stuffed, large black leather chair facing us. She had her hands clasped together around her knees. Claudio was leaning into her ear, whispering and gesticulating quickly. She had her head down and was nodding. 

There were quite a few concerned faces amongst those gathered. Sitting on the chairs were Alex O'Donohue, Emmanuel Hammerstein, Royston Gardner, and their wives. Hammerstein and Gardner were keeping well apart, with their wives sitting between them. The men looked worried, while the women looked annoyed to be missing a perfectly good party.  The rest of us stood behind the chairs, waiting for the axe to fall.

Neither Josephine nor Sylvia were anywhere to be seen. Looking around, I noticed Adrian and Jonathan were also missing. I figured they were still at their posts. Finally, Chantelle waved Claudio away, eying those around her. She stood up and put her hands on her hips. Later I would swear she looked six foot tall.

"I am very disappointed," she began. "Because among those I call my friends, there are those who would take advantage of the hospitality I have shown them."

Her eyes flickered over us. I wondered for a moment if she meant me. I shook my head at the ridiculous thought. 

"Not only have they taken advantage of it, but they have deliberately and callously abused it."

She scanned over those standing to my left as she went on.

"Both in business and socially I hold honesty to be an inviolable requirement, and I have been let down today." 

Emmanuel Hammerstein shook his head.

"Emmanuel?" Chantelle asked. "Am I boring you?"

Hammerstein answered gruffly. "I'm just wondering where this is going, Chantelle. It was all just a stupid mistake." His eyes flicked over to Gardner.

Chantelle's eyes narrowed. 

"You allowed this to happen on my property. You knew. Despite your apparent lack of active participation, you allowed a criminal act to occur on my property. And to an employee of your own company!" She turned to Gardner. "And as for you… Your desire to play out your disgusting control-freak games sickens me. You are a weak, cowardly, conniving man. I have rarely seen behaviour less befitting of someone I employ. As my lawyers, Gardner and Hammerstein are dismissed. As my guests, you are no longer welcome. You may see yourselves out."

The wives of both men were on their feet and heading to the door. Emmanuel Hammerstein went to protest and Chantelle held up her hand. He stood and strode across in front of us all and stopped. Turning to Chantelle, he muttered, "You're all sick."

Chantelle shrugged and replied, "I have the photo, Emmanuel." 

Hammerstein blanched. It looked like he was going to throw up. His wife asked, "What photo?" but she didn't get an answer. Emmanuel hustled her out of there as quickly as he could.

Gardner stood and shook his head. He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it. He turned on his heel and walked out, his wife tugging on his sleeve and three or four of the top lawyers and their partners followed him. I smiled when I realised the head of Videomax wasn't leaving. My boss Mike looked across at me and winked once, staying put and looking back towards Chantelle. I heard the salon doors open and close heavily and that was that. There were still about eight of us there. Chantelle turned her attention to Alex O'Donohue.

"I've known you for many years, Alex. I knew you sailed your boat close to the wind, but you have been playing a different game tonight, haven't you."

Alex cleared his throat before responding. "I don't know what you are talking about." 

"Did you not try to talk Claudio into convincing me to float this business on the stock exchange?"

"Y… yes, I thought it was a good idea. I still do."

"And when it didn't happen, what did you do?"

Alex hesitated and looked down at his hands. His wife looked like she had no idea what was going on. He looked back up at Chantelle and his whole demeanor had changed. 

"I spoke with Claudio's girlfriend."

"Josephine."

"Yes, Josephine."

"Would you like me to tell all these kind people exactly what you proposed to Josephine? Or are you man enough to do it yourself, governor candidate O'Donohue?"

He suddenly stood up and spoke, "I've had enough of this. I'm leaving. You'll be hearing from my lawyers."

"If I hear from your lawyers, the press hears from me, Alex."

He practically wrenched his dumbfounded wife from her seat and stomped his way to the doors of the salon. He turned around and looked daggers at Chantelle before finally leaving without saying another word.

It was all happening so fast I was wondering if I missed the explanation. 

"Roger, Annie, please sit."

Annie and I took two of the vacated chairs and Claudio appeared and sat on the armrest of Chantelle's chair, right beside her.

Chantelle sighed before continuing. "I suppose you are all wondering what the hell just happened. And I'd like to fill you in enough to satisfy your curiosity, without sounding like I am starting vicious rumours. Let me just say that people I regarded as associates were willing to use my friends and my premises, not only to play their manipulative games, but also to damage my reputation and loosen my hold on the Domina Flagrante."

She looked around at all of us.

"This lifestyle does not compromise on things such as honesty, truth, and openness. Just about everything else is relative. One can come and go from the lifestyle. One can dabble or play now and again. There is no need to commit to a new way of living in order to enjoy some of the physical benefits one can get by playing with some of the tools of our trade. In other words, a person can proudly say they just play occasionally and would be welcomed here. 

"But when someone comes along, who manipulates, lies, and cajoles people into doing things as part of a grand plan to bring me down - these are the people I cannot tolerate. I hold in my hand the power to ruin these men. All for what? For a ‘mistake', a ‘bit of fun'? One only has one's reputation to fall back on. And it's the one thing that always catches up with you. Oh, you can change your name, or move to a new town. One can always start over. But are the broken hearts and broken promises left in your wake worth it?

"Many years ago, I made a mistake when I wasn't honest. I hurt someone badly and she's never forgiven me for it. Because of the meddling of others I trusted, it almost cost me my reputation. If I hadn't lied to someone all those years ago, all this could have been avoided. So, I blame myself. But I want you to learn something. Everyone starts somewhere. Pretending you are someone you are not keeps others from really knowing you, which in turn keeps you from knowing yourself. Be honest to yourself first. And start now."

We all gave out a collective sigh. I think most were happy to have their innocence confirmed. That was certainly how I felt. We all sat there, silently mulling over Chantelle's words. 

Claudio stood and clapped his hands, grinning. "Okay, let's go! There's a party out there, and we're missing out on it!"

Chantelle's huge smile was an enormous relief to me. It was amazing how close I felt to her, even though I'd only known her a few days. As she took Claudio's offered arm and I stood up with Annie on mine, I briefly wondered if she would ever find what she was looking for. Or had she already found it? And was that a twinkle I saw in her eye?

She and Claudio walked past us and Annie and I smiled at her. She nodded at us, waving us to follow and mouthing the words, "Come on!" Then she winked at me. After all that had happened, and despite not knowing exactly what it all meant, seeing her wink at me made me grin. I knew everything would be all right. Chantelle was in control again. 

We fell in behind her and Claudio opened the doors of the salon. I had a sense of déjà vu finding myself in an entourage behind Chantelle, heading for the main hall. I smiled to myself. Annie leaned up and kissed my cheek while we walked.

"You seem pleased, Sir," she said quietly. 

"I feel like I belong here."

She hugged her body as close to mine as she could without tripping us over. As we exited the salon and turned for the hall, I glanced over at Jonathan, who was again on the phone, chatting and smiling. He nodded and waved to me and I smiled and nodded back. The sound level of the dance music grew rapidly as we approached the doors of the main hall. I had the eerie feeling we were about to enter an empty hall and everyone had gone home.

My fears were soon dispelled as we crossed the threshold and found ourselves back in the thick of things. There were people everywhere and the place looked more crowded than ever! The dance floor was packed and it looked like the second shift of dominant and subbie exhibitions had started. Annie and I found ourselves next to Chantelle and Claudio, and Chantelle leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"Thanks for trying to look out for me, Roger," she said.

"I should have come to you sooner," I replied. "There never seemed to be a good time."

"It wouldn't have changed anything, Roger."

"Perhaps you are right."

"Honestly, Roger. It all happened so fast…"

"I still don't know what actually happened."

"Perhaps one day I'll tell you."

"That would be good."

Chantelle turned to Claudio and asked him to dance with her and they were off. The crowd on the dance floor swallowed them up. I turned to Annie and smiled. She'd held my hand quietly during the whole exchange. 

She smiled demurely up at me and asked, "Do you think I'm still in trouble?"

I pulled her into me and I slipped my arms around her. We swayed to the beat of the music and I kissed her warm mouth softly. "I don't think you were ever in trouble, little one," I said quietly.

She grinned and showed off her perfect teeth. Hugging me tightly, she kissed me with fervour. "I could do with that drink now."

"What would you like?" I asked.

She blushed instantly. It dawned on me immediately what kind of drink she desired. I looked around to see if anyone was standing close enough to overhear what I was about to say. When I realised the coast was clear, I leaned into her ear and said loud enough for only her to hear, "Do you want to suck my cock, Annie?"

I saw her visibly swallow as I leaned back and watched the blush in her cheeks intensify. I licked my lips and smiled while waiting for her response.

"Right now, there is nothing I would rather do more, Sir."

"But you can't do it right here, Annie."

"I know a place."

"Not the stairwell." 

She giggled. "No, not there. Come with me."

She took my hand again and headed over toward the left hand side of the stage. Adjacent to the stage there was a door that Annie opened and we slipped inside and I closed it behind us. 

"This is the room where we get ready before going on stage."

"On stage?"

"Yes, the stage is just up those steps and around to your right," she said, pointing. "The light coming through there is from the dance floor."

I looked around the room. There was nothing particularly unusual about it. A couple of chairs gathered around a small kitchen-type table. Coffee maker switched off. A lounge over to one side. A black box up on the wall. 

A black box up on the wall? 

"Hmmmm…" I wondered.

"Sir?"

"Never mind. Come here."

Annie approached with a wicked grin on her lips. I reached out and took her wavy blonde hair in my fist and twisted. "I am so looking forward to this," I whispered, forcing her to her knees on the carpeted floor. Eagerly she reached for my fly and drew it down, reaching inside to grasp my cock through my boxers. I was undoing my belt and unbuttoning the catch at the top when she looked up at me.

"Hurry please, Sir. I want this so bad."

I was hard already as I pushed my pants down over my hips. They fell to the floor as Annie drew my boxers down and took my vibrating cock in her hot little hand. She stroked quickly, then spat on my cock, not once, but twice.

"Nasty," I said, smiling down on her.

"Yes Sir," she grinned up at me.

"Can you take it all?" I asked. God I looked so huge in her small hand. She looked back down at my cock, stroking it toward her mouth and reaching out her tongue to gather the pre-cum bubbling from the tip. She eyed the length and the width, then swept her tongue up the side from the base to the tip. She looked back up into my eyes. 

"I think so, Sir. You could always just force me." Annie blushed at that and leaned forward, taking the head into her mouth and sucking for pre-cum, her hand still stroking the length. 

"I'm not going to last long."

"Just use me, Sir. I want your cum, your pleasure. I want it so badly." Her hands went to my ass, and she pushed her mouth down the length of my cock. 

"Oh, man. Look at that," I said, completely surprised. I couldn't get my jacket and tie off quickly enough! I tossed them on the couch and slipped the fingers of both hands into her hair. I rocked into her and the tight bumpy sensation of sliding in and out of her throat had me on edge in seconds. Her hands tightened around my ass and she wasn't stopping. My own hands tightened in her hair and I threw back my head, clenching my teeth, trying to hold off, just for a few seconds more.

Tingles rushed up my legs and my toes curled in my shoes. Faster and faster I fucked her mouth. My body stiffened and I pulled her down hard, burying myself in her throat. Her tongue danced on the underside, mouth sucking, throat convulsing and I exploded.

"Oohhhhhhh fucckkkkkkkk!!!!"

She held tight and in my ecstasy my hands fell from her hair. Somehow she stayed down there, sucking and swallowing, sucking and swallowing. Then slowly drew her mouth back. Her cheeks hollowed and I felt like my eyes were bulging as she sucked every last bit of cum from my balls. Her mouth popped when my cock came free and she giggled and smiled up at me.

"Thank you for your cum, Sir," she said, stroking my cock gently as my excitement subsided.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, smiling down on her. "You're welcome, Annie. I think having a crowd behind that door inspired you."

"It was very exciting, Sir."

"Come on. Time to put me away, little one."

"Awww, do I have to?" she replied, first pouting then winking, grinning and kissing the tip one more time. She promptly let go and pulled up my boxers and pants. She was deft and had them done up in moments. I buckled my belt. Annie still knelt before me.

"Kiss me, naughty girl," I said, grinning.

She jumped up into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply. I kissed her back, enjoying the feel of her body against mine as I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"Should we be getting back?" she asked when I leaned back up.

"I wanted to take a quick look around first," I said, winking.

I left her standing in the middle of the room, wondering what I was up to, while I went over to the wall and felt around the edge of the box and flipped the catch, opening it. Sure enough there was a flogger and a crop in there, along with a few other things. I wondered if there were cleaning items nearby. "Annie?"

"Y… Yes, Sir?"

"Is there a bathroom or kitchen back here?"

"Yes, Sir. There is a bathroom at the top of the steps on your left."

I took down the crop and flogger and headed for the bathroom, taking the four steps two at a time. At the top I stopped and turned around. "Stay here, Annie."

"I will, Sir."

"And Annie?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Play with your nipples until I get back."

She grinned. "Yes, Sir!"

I watched as her hands came up to her breasts and she stood there in her little black dress, pinching her nipples through it. I turned for the bathroom and rummaged under the sink. As expected, I found some rubbing alcohol and poured some onto a hand towel and ran it up and down each strand of the flogger. I patted it dry and swung it through the air a few times. I cleaned off the end of the crop in the same manner, making a mental note to lightly oil them both later. Or have someone else do it. I chuckled.

This is going to be fun, I thought to myself, and felt my cock thicken.

With the crop and flogger held in one hand, I returned to the top of the steps and bounded down them, giving Annie a start. "You can move fast when you want to, can't you, Sir," she said, grinning and plucking at her nipples.

"Let's take a look at the stage."

"What are you planning, Sir?"

"Don't ask questions. And stop playing with your nipples, you hussy."

She gulped as I took her hand. "Yes, Sir."

The stage itself was made of wooden floorboards and there was a large black cloth covering a St. Andrew's cross in centre stage. Looking out into the audience, I noted that no one was looking our way, as if we were invisible.

"It's too bright under the dance floor lights, Sir. They can't see us without shielding their eyes."

"Where are the stage lights?"

She pointed and began walking toward a smaller version of Adrian's switches and knobs in the control room. "Over here on this table by the wall." 

At my prompting, Annie proceeded to explain the simple functions of the stage lighting including how to fade in, fade out, and the switches for the various lights. She also explained how Adrian could override any of the manual controls from the control room. I put down the crop and flogger while I studied the lighting panel and made sure I understood what was what.

Catching my eye at the back of the stage were four or five different furniture items also covered in the same black cloth as the cross. It was clear Chantelle had not intended to use the stage this evening. I went to investigate, lifting the black coverings on each item and checking them out. Finding nothing of particular interest I looked back towards the dance floor and noticed two long chains anchored somewhere over centre stage, high up in the rafters. They hung down at a severe angle and following them down with my eyes, I realised they ended with wrist cuffs, and were tied loosely to the wall.

Interesting, I thought. But I'll have to move the cross.

I investigated and was pleased to discover the cross was fixed to a small platform on lockable wheels and I quickly pushed it soundlessly to the back of the stage. Then I walked back over to Annie, who was still standing nervously by the lighting panel.

"The cuffs are too low. How do I raise them?" I asked.

"The levers on the wall next to where they were tied, Sir. Do them both at the same time and both hands will be raised."

"I see them," I replied. "Disrobe to your panties, bra and heels, naughty girl."

"Sir?"

"You would suck me off with a hundred people on the other side of a door, but would defy me when I give you an order to strip to your underthings? Would you rather be naked, little one?"




Den of Iniquity Ch. 11



"Oh, no, Sir!" she said, crossing her arms and reaching for the hem of her little black dress. She drew it up and over her head, quickly tossing it behind her. I watched her looking nervously out into the crowd with her hands clasped in front of her nylon-covered pussy. I walked over to the levers and slowly started pumping them, concerned not to make noise. I raised the cuffs to shoulder height then stopped. 

I walked back to Annie and with a palm between her shoulder blades, gently guided her to the cross on the floor indicating centre stage.

"You are clothed and as long as you don't twist too much, no one will be able to tell you are wearing a thong and not regular panties, pet." 

Nodding her head, she faced forward while I lifted her wrist into the first padded cuff and buckled it closed. The two chains only hung about three feet apart. I closed the other cuff around her wrist and stood back. I was unhappy with the result. 

"It doesn't look how I was imagining it."

"Once you raise them higher, they look much better, Sir."

"Thank you, Annie. I will go easy on you because of your cooperation." I winked at her and she smiled hopefully up at me.

"I'm so n… nervous, Sir. Please may I ask something?"

"You have a few seconds, Annie. What is it?"

"P… please play with m… my nipples, Sir. They ache. Crush them. Please, Sir. Make them hurt."

My back was to the dance floor as I stepped in close to her and took her face in my large hands. I kissed her softly on the lips, lingering and whispering, "As you wish." My hands trailed down the sides of her body to her hips, caressing her skin, then back up to weigh her heavy breasts. My fingers and thumbs closed around her hard nipples as I leaned back, watching as she closed her eyes and moaned.

Rolling them for a moment, I was content to tease her. As another moan issued from her throat, I tightened and lifted her breasts by the nipples.

"Is this what you wanted, dirty girl?"

"Ooohhh!" she moaned. "M… more… please… just a little…"

I clenched my teeth as I gripped them tighter, twisting them and raising them even higher.

"Ooohhhhh yesss…." she moaned. Once I released her nipples, I turned to look over my shoulder down at the crowded dance floor and to my amazement we had still escaped attention.

I quickly walked over to the lighting panel and switched to ‘fade'. Then I waited for the current song to end. I wanted good timing as well. In moments my waiting was justified as the last dance number finished and a hard-hitting rock number started. I flicked the spotlight on and reached up to the levers in the wall and started pumping them up and down, smiling as I noticed the chains separating as they rose. I looked down at Annie and watched as the spotlight grew in intensity until suddenly cheering began on the dance floor.

I kept pumping the levers with a big grin on my face as people on the dance floor started clapping and turning towards the stage and pointing, open-mouthed. Annie's hands were lifting higher and higher as I pumped, until they were stretched overhead and a little outwards. I stopped pumping the levers and I smiled. She looked fantastic from the rear.

I imagined most in the crowd recognised Annie as one of Sylvia's ‘henchwomen' at work, and quite a few began baying for blood in a good-natured way. Chantelle was dancing front and centre and she was the first to notice I was the one levering up Annie's hands. She blew me a kiss and kept dancing away while turning her eyes back to join the rest of the crowd watching Annie. I picked up the crop from the lighting panel. I would return later for the flogger.

Striding toward the spotlight, I noticed many in the main hall had moved forward. Some were standing on stools or sitting on the tables for a better vantage point. The crowd around the stage had to be fifteen deep. I felt like a mute magician as I stepped into the spotlight and bowed as the crowd cheered. I presented the crop like a wand and some squealed while many yelled encouragement over the thumping, driving tune. 

At this point Adrian must have cottoned on to what was happening. He turned the music down a few notches so the sounds Annie and I were about to make could be heard. Two more spotlights struck Annie and she was lit up like a candle as the sounds of the crowd died away.

Smiling, I looked out into the sea of rapt faces. This is fucking great, I thought.

Turning to Annie, I reached out and brought the tip of the crop slowly up the front of her left thigh. At her hip I tapped softly and I saw her tremble. I continued up, negotiating the inward curve of her waist then up over her ribs. After caressing the underside of her left breast, I tapped her nipple lightly three times.

Annie dropped her head down, no doubt to hide her blushing pleasure, but I raised it with the tip of the crop gently under her chin. Then I reached down and began the same route up her right side, ending with three taps on her right nipple. 

By this time Adrian was bathing the stage in reds and yellows and the music sounded louder but I might have been imagining it. I tapped the inside of Annie's right thigh to have her separate her legs a little and she hesitated. I immediately popped the same spot and she jumped into position. Then I slowly caressed down her inner thigh, down past her knee and the curve of her calf, then slowly back up again. I walked across in front of her and took my stance on her other side, requiring a ‘backhanded' action. Now I caressed the length of her left leg, then back up almost to her pussy. In this position it was more convenient to reach behind Annie's back with the crop, and I proceeded to caress her all over.

Annie's eyes were closed and her chest was heaving. The combination of adrenaline and exposure had her pressing her body toward the crop and those in the crowd recognised her excitement. I returned the crop to her front and caressed her stomach and tapped her nipples again, this time a little harder. She shuddered before I stroked her sides, making her writhe. Behind her again, I drew the crop back and cracked her on the ass. She moaned and pressed her ass backwards, searching for more. 

I repositioned her, pressing the crop between the cheeks of her ass and forcing her to arch toward the crowd. Then I cracked her other cheek even harder. Again she shuddered then pressed her ass backwards. This time I reached down with my left hand and rested it in the small of her back, keeping her body bowed toward the audience as I rained medium blows all over her ass. Annie was transported and was moaning loudly, now apparently oblivious to her surroundings. I abruptly stopped and removed my hand and her head fell forward, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing, her ass pressing back in search of further sensation. She moaned in desperation and I smiled.

It was warm up on the stage and getting hotter. I was building a sweat on my brow and I could feel a trickle of perspiration making its way down the middle of my chest. I took deep breaths myself as I looked down on Annie, then out into the crowd. Every face in the place had their eyes on Annie. Mouths were open everywhere and still they danced. I recognised the end of the song was coming and stepped back out of the spotlight, leaving Annie sparkling with a sheen of her own perspiration, while I turned and went for the flogger, tearing off my shirt in the process. 

At the lighting panel I laid down my shirt and swapped toys. I loosened my shoulder with a few whips through the air, then turned back to the crowd. The song playing had begun to merge into a newer, even faster number. Suddenly a heady mix of punk and dance pounded into everyone's ears and the lighting on Annie went out. After a second of hesitation, a bright white strobe light lit up the stage hammering ten to the beat. The crowd cheered as I strode toward Annie.

Bathed in the manic lighting, I walked past her to the front of the stage, holding up the flogger for the crowd's approval. They roared and I turned, striding the few steps to Annie. Stopping in front of her with the flogger hanging loosely by my side, I took her chin in my left hand and raised her eyes to mine.

They shone. 

I smiled and leaned down to her, taking her mouth and invading it with my hot tongue. I swirled it around, possessing her, taking her as mine. She moaned into my mouth, pressing forward, trying desperately to feel my skin. Gently breaking the kiss, I leaned back up and spoke down to her. Her eyes never left mine and all I saw was love. "Let me prove myself to you."

"Flog me, Sir! Please!" she gasped, grinning up at me.

I smiled and kissed her again, then turned back to the crowd. I sought out Chantelle and realised she was there watching, the lone person standing still in a sea of dancing bodies. She smiled up at me and I smiled back. I took the tails of the flogger in my left hand, snapping them taut and the crowd went wild. Chantelle nodded and I nodded back. I turned to face Annie and raised the flogger.

Then I let fly.