0 comments/ 14061 views/ 0 favorites The Club "Illusions" Ch. 01 By: fantasywriter The club as always was packed, the two people having arrived almost at the exact moment, at the exact same place. Both lost in their own thoughts, unaware of how the night would end, how they would discover each other and in the process discover themselves. Each will tell their own thoughts, their own story but in the end, they shall be as one. Now, let us begin. My name is Elizabeth, I've lived most of my life on the fringes, fearing life would be far easier not to give in to the basic instinct, the urge which I had managed to stifle, to calm until now. Until him. I'm Jonathan; I too had kept to the shadows, to the darkness unaware that this night would finally offer me the chance to blossom, to let loose the demon which had long tortured me. All it took was her. Let me explain... It all started a few days ago, work having once again taken up the majority of my time, going home feeling like entering a prison, one filled with darkness and the loneliness which now seemed as much a part of me as my legs and arms were. The city was Las Vegas, the walk far easier than driving. Of course as I did I was bombarded by the sights and sounds of the minions. Every day, it mattered not if it were six in the morning or in the evening; the people were all about, some of them hawking their wares and the decadent pleasures that might be found. It was such a paper, an advertisement which had been thrust in my hands that as I sat down in my apartment I began to read. The place was called "Illusions" and it proclaimed, "Where nothing is as it seems". The picture of people, some in torment, others in obvious satisfaction at their status in life, lording over another. I had heard of the club, it catered to those whose lifestyles dealt in that which up until now I had managed to keep buried deep within my psyche. My desires, my fantasies of such that I feared if they were ever to be found out, let alone acted upon would only bring pain and sorrow. Never thinking that life as I called it now brought both along with the constant feeling of being so very alone. My hands trembled as I read of that Friday night, an introduction to the world of B&D, of S&M, whichever might be your interest and that first time visitors would be treated as special guests, welcomed, a word which seemed to call to me. I closed my eyes, wondering what it would feel like to not be ashamed, to not fear ridicule and contempt. My dreams that night were of such, filled with such passion, such intensity that when I awoke I decided that I would for once in my life take a chance in a city that broke such dreams apart so easily. I simply had to. That Friday night I found myself there, so many people, so many smiles filled with so much laughter but for some reason I found myself doing what I had always done, drawn to the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed, fearful of being discovered. Little did I know that there had been another there before me, a woman, the woman who now would tell you more... Jonathan was right, I had stood only a scant few feet from where he had only minutes before him, too frightened to speak, too worried about what someone else might think, might say and it was then that I turned to see someone walking towards me. Before I could run she smiled and said, "Good evening, I'm Nan, is this your first time my dear?" She was so beautiful, her hair golden, her smile so warm and I managed to smile nervously. I nodded my head and she leaned close to whisper, "It's okay, we don't bite. Unless of course you enjoy that sort of thing." I felt like someone had reached directly inside of me, grasping my heart as I turned a whiter shade of pale and the woman said, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know. Come on, let's sit down, please?" She took my hand, leading me over to a table and waving at one of the waitress's who soon had two glasses of wine delivered. Nan encouraged me to take a sip before I looked up and nervously smiled saying, "Does it show?" She laughed, a genuine sound, and I felt a bit better as she replied, "Well, usually I'm a pretty good judge of character but even I couldn't have known that now, could I?" I shook my head as Nan took my hand and said, "Did you get a number, did they give you one when you came through the door honey?" I bit at my bottom lip, looked through my purse and pulled out the blue coin they had given me with the number 29 on it. "Okay, just sit here and they'll start calling numbers soon; you'll be fine, I promise, okay?" I tried to smile bravely but as she walked away I sighed and wondered if maybe I shouldn't leave. Elizabeth didn't realize that her new found friend's retreat wasn't caused by her but by another...me. I too had lingered in the darkness and she must have sensed that I was about to run, my head hanging down wondering what I had possibly been thinking by coming here. I sighed but before I could take a single step I felt an arm go through mine and I looked up to see this beautiful creature smiling at me saying, "Well hello there, I'm Nan and you?" I of course with all my usual calm and confident assurance immediately forgot my own name and it took several seconds before I managed to stammer, "I, I'm Jon, Jonathan Samuels." Her eyes lit up at the sound of those words looking at me and saying, "Jonathan Samuels, the writer?" I managed to nod my head, surprised to see that someone would actually know of my writings but before I could ask her of such I heard a voice say that they would be beginning shortly. "Do you have a number love?" I opened my palm to see a coin which had been clutched tight in my hand ever since I had walked in the door, the number 22 on the round circle and she smiled saying, "Please, promise me you won't leave, not until I've returned, will you do that, please?" I managed to force a smile of my own as I nodded and with that she was gone. Neither of us knew, neither of us saw Nan make her way backstage where she confided with a gentleman, a man whose eyes shone with such love for her that he had to be her lover, her significant other. Finally, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and with a smile turned and walked to the side of the stage where several others were gathering. With that the gentleman stepped forth, introducing himself and telling those in attendance that he welcomed them to the club, his name was Matthew and that he would be drawing numbers, assigning members of the club to help guide them during their introduction to this world. He began to draw number after number until finally the only person remaining on the side of the stage was the woman he introduced as his wife, his "Mistress", his Nan and then the pulled out the final two remaining numbers which amazingly were 22 and 29. With that I began to make my way slowly toward the stage, unaware that there was a woman right behind me. Each of us were looking at Nan and seeing a welcoming smile as she first took the hand of the young beauty before mine. "Okay, that's the easy part, now comes the hard one and I think this might be best if we do things a little differently. Will you both trust me, please?" We nodded and Nan looked at me and said, "Ladies first, will you excuse us for a few minutes?" I acquiesced, standing up and going to the bar where I sat only to find the man named Matthew taking a seat next to mine. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Trust her my friend, she's wise far beyond her years and who knows, you just might find what you've been looking for all along." I didn't even have a chance to reply, he was simply gone seconds later. Nan meanwhile was deep in conversation with the woman who sat across from her. Both of them carried their beauty well but the woman I would come to know as Elizabeth did so with a bit of a crimson shade on her cheeks, an indication that she had told Nan something which had been difficult for her to reveal. For a moment I felt a panic wash over me, knowing that soon she would ask me the same. The only solace I took was in noticing how as the minutes progressed that Elizabeth seemed to relax, her laughter became more evident and her smile seemed to warm to the occasion making her even more lovely. He was right, it had been difficult at first but Nan was so sweet, so kind. "Okay Elizabeth, let me tell you my thoughts. You've told me what you desire and I think you have a bit of a submissive inside of you, desiring those things which excite you and I must be frank, they would excite me as well. Does that make you feel better?" I smiled my agreement, feeling like I'd found a kindred spirit but then I heard her say, "I must also tell you that for some reason though I also sense a bit of a dominant, desiring to test the waters as a woman who might exert such power over another. Does that interest you as well?" The remark caught me a bit off guard but her words had indeed found their mark and I managed to shyly smile and say, "Yes Nan, the thought does intrigue me, is that wrong?" Her laughter rang out and she replied, "No honey, not at all, you should be happy. It's not often that you find someone who can enjoy both ends of the spectrum. You're doubly blessed. Now, I'll be right back" and with that she stood to walk over to the man who was sitting at the bar. The hand that touched my shoulder was gentle and I turned to see Nan standing there. She must have sensed the worry in my eyes as she leaned in and said, "I promise, whatever you say will be in confidence Jonathan, I swear this, okay?" I tried to give her a brave smile but as she took my hand and led me toward a corner of the room all I could feel was impending doom. I knew my hand had to be cold, clammy but Nan held on tightly, weaving her way as people called out to her and she smiled, greeting some, waving at others but never stopping. We came a table in the corner, a secluded spot and as I held the chair out for her she nodded, noticing my courtesy while sitting down gracefully. I moved to sit across from her but she said, "No Jonathan, sit next to me, please?" I did as she asked, my eyes trying not to stare at such beauty, her body encased in a simple but elegant black velvet dress. She made such a look seem so regal, almost as if she belonged with royalty and to find her sitting with a man such as I left me feeling like a pauper who had been granted an audience with from what I had seen was one of the two loveliest princesses' in all the land. "You seem a million miles away honey", the words bringing me back to reality as a young woman stopped by and took our drink orders. "I, I'm sorry Nan, I'm a little nervous I guess." She let her hand rest on top of mine, leaning in and giving me a warm smile as she said, "Jonathan, it's alright, it's okay to be nervous. It's a strange place, with strange people but something brought you here, did it not?" I nodded, knowing my face was beginning to flush, just as I had seen Elizabeth's do and I sighed. The two glasses of wine arrived and she picked up hers and said, "Why don't I propose a toast?" I lifted my glass, praying she wouldn't notice how it trembled in my hand and she said, "Here's to secrets shared and dreams that come to life." How appropriate, how perfect I thought as I sipped at the delicious beverage and as I put it down I began to think it could happen, it really could. "Jonathan, I want you to do something for me. I want you to take my hand, close your eyes and I want you to write me a story. A story telling me why you are here and what you are searching for. Only one, possibly two will read this tale, no one else will know, will have any idea of the words, the thoughts, the fantasies. Anything and everything you decide to share with me and if you agree, possibly one other. Your words will remain our secret unless you decide when and if it is not to be. Can you do that for me please?" I sat there, my mind awhirl wondering if I could. If I could manage to speak my heart to someone even as wonderful as she had been, to a total stranger. I started to shake my head no but something stopped me, a voice inside my head saying if you leave now, if you walk away, will you always wonder what might have been, what could have been? Nan was kind enough not to pressure me, simply sipping at her wine, her posture as if she was simply sitting and chatting with a friend. Not a word said, simply a presence which said I have all the time in the world for you, I shall be here when you are ready. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath before I began and slowly, very slowly the words began to flow. I lost track of time, place, of everything as I simply spoke, telling of the past, dreaming of the future until finally I was aware that I was done. I once again sighed, opening my eyes and I did so to the sight of the exquisite woman sitting there, a slight smile on her face, she reached up to touch me gently on my face saying in a voice as soft as a whisper, "Thank you Jonathan, you honor me kind sir." I recognized the line, it was one I had used frequently in my writings and she grinned saying, "I'm sorry love, I just couldn't resist", bringing a bit of a shy smile to my face. "I made a few observations when I spoke to our new friend a short while ago, would you allow me to do the same for you please?" I nodded; dreading to hear what I thought would be a condemnation of such decadent wishes but instead could only sit in amazement as I listened to, "You seem to feel as if you are the only man that might ever have such desires, such fantasies. Would it surprise you to know that my love, my submissive has the same?" I looked at her, my mouth opening like a trout caught on a fisherman's line and she laughed heartily as she said, "I'll take that as a yes?" She took another sip of wine as I digested what she had said and lifted my head only to hear, "It's a perfectly, wonderful fetish Jonathan, one shared by more men than you will ever dare dream good sir and it certainly is something that I can help bring to life for you, if you would so desire." I couldn't help it, no more than I could help breathing, a single tear forming and beginning to fall from my eye as my head hung down and I could feel my emotions begin to take control of me. It was a trait I had long hated, how easily I was to cry, to have my feelings rule the day. I tried to turn away, to not show such weakness, especially before someone who had only shown me kindness but to my surprise I felt her arms surround me, pulling me close and saying, "It's alright Jonathan, it's okay, honest". With that I could no longer control the tears that began to flow freely. It took a few minutes before I dared to allow myself to look up only to find her still there, still smiling as she said, "Do not worry about your emotions overcoming you at times Jonathan, this will I believe become a part of you, one you will grow to understand one day as you continue." "Now, I will be asking the young woman whose name you do not know and shall not know until we are finished a question, the same question I must ask you. Usually when I introduce people into this world I do so using others from the club but for some reason I seem to feel that each of you might have more in common than you might think. Tell me, do you find her attractive?" I must have then blushed a deep scarlet red as Nan laughed and I sheepishly replied, "I, I think she's beautiful." "Excellent, tell me then, have you ever role played?" A minute or two later she excused herself to go speak with Elizabeth, asking her the same questions she had posed to me and when she was finished they hugged and I watched as one walked out of the club, the other towards me. "Well then, that's set. I believe your new friend has taken a big of a fancy to you Jonathan, she's agreed to follow whatever plan I come up with, just as you have, correct?" I nodded my mind awhirl to think of what they might have spoken of. "Once again, ladies shall go first. I will contact you later this week to tell you of my decision and makes plans to follow it through. I have her telephone number, I will need yours and then you are free to go. Seconds later I stood out in the muggy night air, knowing that the next week would be possibly the longest of my life. Nan contacted me on Wednesday, outlining her plan for that Saturday evening. Though she could tell I was nervous, wondering if I could play the part to her satisfaction, she informed me that she had all the confidence in the world in me. I prayed she was right. Nan called you that same night, at that time instructing you to be at the club precisely at eight that Saturday evening. You were prompt, on time and as you stepped from the cab you saw Matthew waiting at the door. His face wreathed in a smile as he took your hand, escorting you to a table with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting. You took a sip of the delicious white zinfandel as you heard him say, "You look lovely miss, now I need to tell you what will happen, at least prepare you for the role you will play tonight so listen closely." You nodded and as he began to speak you could feel your blood begin to race, the adrenaline pumping throughout your body. By the time he was finished, you felt as if your entire body was shaking with excitement, with the promise of what the night might hold. "Very well then, there's only one thing left to do, I need to take you to your lady in waiting, Nan who will prepare you for the night ahead. Just remember be kind to me the next time we meet but know I will test your patience m'lady" and with a smile he stood, offering you his arm and walked you down a hallway before knocking on a door. "Enter" was the single word and as he opened it he bowed to you as you went inside. Nan, dressed in the vintage wear from the 1700's looked at you saying, "M'lady, where have you been? We have little time to prepare you for Lord Matthew, he is not to be kept waiting. Your father has said so." With that she walked up and began to undress you, her hands at the buttons of your clothes as you saw the huge claw foot tub which was filled with water, the undergarments of the time and a beautiful dress, one which you could tell even from afar would reveal your most appealing of assets to anyone who would dare to look. "Hurry miss, we must get you ready" and with that you stepped gingerly into the tub, the water hot, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you smiled and reveled in the role, your part in the play. By the time you were finished bathing, Nan began to work at your hair, your face, the preparations for the night ahead. As she chattered on about Lord Matthew and his wealth you began to feel more comfortable in your part, turning to her and scolding, "Lord Matthew's money is not what I desire in a man Nan, you should keep a civil tongue in your mouth and remember your place." The crimson red that came to her face bore the brunt of the words as she bit at her bottom lip saying, "Yes m'lady, as you wish" and with that she picked up the white boned corset which she held out. As you stood she wrapped it around you and began to tighten the laces. By the time she had finished you could see the hour glass like figure which you wore, the way your breasts were lifted, as if to be served to a waiting suitor. Slipping on the white stockings and other adornments you felt the long ago stirrings of passion which the night and the part you were playing had stirred deep within you. Next came the dress, the folds of silk and lace being placed over your arms and then slid down your body until with a final brush of your hair your lady in waiting declared you "perfect". This time when you turned to the mirror you almost gasped, the sight of the astounding creature reflected back at you a picture you would carry with you forever. You found yourself almost turning and thanking Nan, your heart so happy, your smile so wide but you caught yourself and simply said, "Thank you Nan, tell his lordship I shall join him shortly". The Club "Illusions" Ch. 01 She curtsied as she said softly, "I have placed him in the library m'lady, the second door on your right" and with that she was gone. You waited as you had been instructed for ten minutes before leaving the room and walking down the corridor to the appointed room and as you knocked a hearty voice said, "Enter". As you did you saw a fire in the fireplace, a man standing in front of it in his finery, the clothes of a long lost time with drink in hand. He turned, his eyes taking you in, especially your previously mentioned "assets" and with a smile he proclaimed, "Lady Elizabeth", you honor me with your presence. Would you desire a glass of sherry?" You curtsied, always the proper lady though your disdain for the older man was difficult to hide. "Thank you kind sir, I would welcome such." With that he reached over, pouring a glass and as he walked up to you, handing you the stem, his eyes leered openly at your bosom, the milky globes so lovely in the firelight's glow. You had been ordered by your father to see this man, this prospective courtier, knowing that his wealth was the only solution to your families rapidly growing problems. You managed to keep a smile on your face as he bored you with tales of his conquest, his constant flirting and his insufferable wit until Nan entered the room and he turned to her saying, "Music wench, I desire to dance with the most lovely woman in the land." The blonde curtsied, moving over to what seemed to be a classic Victrola and cranked it, the sound of music filling the room as he advanced on you saying, "May I have the honor of this dance Lady Elizabeth?" You knew better than to say no, the pleas of your father ringing in your head but as you let him take you in his arms, you felt him press himself against you. As you tried to separate yourself, he gave a hearty laugh before using his superior strength to pull you even closer, his eyes afire, his breath smelling of the sweet sherry. "Do not play coy m'lady, I know of your family's sorrows and that only I can solve such a situation with a simple transaction. The price for you may be steep but from what I can see and feel, 'tis well worth the finest whore." As lost as you were in the role it took little acting, the slap which resounded as your hand met his face was loud and his reaction was one of stunned disbelief. You turned, picking up the glass of wine with but was to be regretfully merely a small portion of liquid remaining and it found its way to his face. "How dare you sir, you treat me like a commoner, a woman of the street, perhaps it is there you will find someone more to your own standard you...you bastard." With that you stormed from the library, ran down the hall to your room where you threw yourself across the bed and began to weep. Finally, your tears gave way to slumber, the only light illuminating the night a candle in the windowsill, a prelude of what was to come. You lay there, remembering what you had been told, how as you slept your dreams were filled with the thoughts of another, a man, perhaps more than a man who it had been told was taking his pleasure from women throughout the lands. A man whose touch would enflame a woman, his ardor turning the most prim and proper into slaves of their own passion. Word had it though that it was in his bite that all this came to pass, the mark of the one known as Count Vladimir. A man known in some circles, among those who would whisper such things, as a vampire. You heard the window open, the wind catching it and with that the candle flickered and went dark, the only sound to be found the pounding of your heart. Though you could hear nothing, there was a presence, someone else in the room now, of this you were certain but you felt as if you were frozen to the spot. In the back of your mind you knew who it was but for now you were as lost in the fantasy as lost can be. You had been told that you would sleep until you would know when you were to awaken, that words would be spoken saying such. You had to fight not to open your eyes as you felt the pressure of someone as they moved onto the bed beside you, a hand gently pushing a lock of your hair back from where it had fallen over your eyes. Then, the voice, so soft, like that of a whisper in a dream but so commanding as it said, "So beautiful, so lovely at rest. I would awaken thee with a kiss, a special kiss". With that you felt him lean over you, his teeth finding your neck and as you gasped, you came awake and felt his lips, his teeth against your skin, the transformation beginning. He took almost a minute, his teeth at your sensitive neck, no puncture wounds would be found but it seemed to have exactly that effect. Your mind once again reveling in the moment, in the feelings which were coursing through your body and with each passing second you felt yourself come more alive, more sexual than ever before. By the time he was done, he allowed his face to move back from yours and as you opened your eyes you gazed into his, as blue as midnight, as dark and exciting as any tale, any fantasy. This time though he was there, in front of you, he too quickly becoming lost in the moment and desperate to take that which you were so willing to give. You felt your body, how it had reacted, how it felt so electric and he could see it as well in your eyes. Foreplay was to be a forgotten, the pleasures of the flesh strong in each of you as you found his lips, your kisses frantic, hands pulling at each other's clothing. Sleeves were torn, buttons ripped as each sought the others pleasures. You cried out as his hands slipped between your legs, his fingers flying across your most secret of places drawing a loud moan as you flooded his touch. Your body reacting to such almost animal like passion. Your hand too found its mark, his hardness, his excitement quite evident as you fondled him roughly and began to urge him on. The pace so quick, the moment so incredible, two souls desiring only what the other could offer, their bodies to be used by another. Another cry, this one from each as they became as one, a single stroke finding him buried in the liquid velvet that was your sex. His eyes boring into yours as they showed nothing but willingness, your voice speaking as if from afar, "Take what I have and know I am yours m'lord for this day and all eternity." With that he began to plunge, the first movement once again causing your body to spasm and shake with your passion, waves of pleasure rushing over your body. You no sooner finished with one than another would start and this time you felt his head fall to your chest, his teeth raking at your sensitive nipples. With a scream, he bit down harder than anyone had before sending you off on wave after wave of pure, decadent pleasure, finding the fine line which you discovered, that between pleasure and pain, a line you would soon find you would desire over and over again for the remainder of time. With yet another cry, this one coming from his lips, truly a howl like that of a wolf mating with his female, you felt his body shudder and he filled you. His body now dancing to music unheard, his mind lost to the pleasures of your flesh. You wanted badly, so desperately to hold him but you had sworn to Matthew that you would play your part. You knew there was still another play ahead and as you feigned fainting, your body ravished by the monster, your mind began to think about what was to come next. What role you might find as the two acts met their halfway point. Now it was his time, his turn to tell the second part of our tale. The Club "Illusions" Ch. 02 I got a call from Nan that week, asking if I could meet her to discuss the upcoming weekend's events. We met downtown, two women out on the town as we laughed and smiled our way through lunch. Finally we both sat, glasses in hand and she leaned forward saying, "Well then, I think I have everything in place, now I just need to see if the part I have for you to play suits you my dear." With that she began to lay it all out, from the very beginning to very end and I couldn't help but feel excited, my body reacting to her words, my mind picturing it taking place. By the time she was finished I smiled widely and said, "You are a very special woman Nan, it's absolutely incredible, perfect, I really would not change a thing. When do we begin?" She told me that she would be contacting Jonathan that day and that we could begin that evening and I couldn't help but grin, feeling the power, the incredible energy of being in control, something that had been on my mind ever since Nan had first questioned me about it. What I didn't know though was just how much I desired to exert my influence on another and now, now I had my chance. Sitting down at the computer I began to set up the dummy e-mail account, one that would lead him on a merry chase though in reality he would know who it was but would not know what the end result would be. I typed out the first message, the words flowing as easily as if I had been the person forever, this Lady Elizabeth. I smiled, closing my eyes and picturing the look on his face when he opened the message to read. "I KNOW YOUR SECRET". The reply coming shortly saying, "I'm sorry, who is this?" Typing quickly I entered, "WHO I AM IS NOT IMPORTANT. WHAT I KNOW IS FANTASYWRITER OR SHOULD I SAY, JONATHAN?" Nan had given me the address, the one which he used for his writings, his stories, something he would not know I was aware of and the response was frantic, "How do you know my name?" I was ready, "YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO ASK QUESTIONS, MERELY TO KNOW THAT IF YOU DO NOT DO EXACTLY AS I REQUIRE, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERYONE, YOUR FAMILY, YOUR FRIENDS, YOUR EMPLOYER, ALL WILL KNOW OF THE SECRET LIFE YOU LIVE, OF THE EROTICA YOU WRITE AND THE PLEASURES OF THE FLESH WHICH RULE YOUR LIFE, IS THAT CLEAR?" The reply, short and so sweet to my ears, "Yes". "GOOD, THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO, THIS FRIDAY EVENING, 8 P.M., THE CORNER OF WASHINGTON AND SHELBY, DO NOT BE LATE, DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME." With that I hit enter and though I received several messages after that, asking questions, pleading for answers he would have no satisfaction. I had other work ahead of me and I knew the anticipation of being forced to wait would only make the occasion that much more intense. By the time Friday night had come around though I had found it worked both ways, I felt like I was at a fever pitch. Sitting at the bar in “Illusions” dressed for the part by Nan until finally it was time and I turned to her and said, "Do you really think I can do this, do I really look the part?" Her look, her eyes reflecting back at me gave me the answer I needed though to hear her say so out loud only helped reinforce the fact. "You look incredible Lady E and yes, I think you were born for this". She smiled at me and I gave her a nod, accepting her words trying to maintain the character which she had worked so hard with me on. I must admit it wasn't that difficult, it was an intoxicating feeling but come later that night would be the true test. Matthew smiled, opening the door to the black limousine, watching as I slid inside and he said, "Good hunting m'lady, we'll see you back shortly and we'll be ready, I promise." This time I gave him no heed, acting as if his words and he were beneath me and as the car pulled away he turned to look at Nan and said, "I fear you've unleashed a monster my dear". She laughed heartily saying, "You know what, you may be right." As the car drove silently along the city streets I remembered my talk with Nan, how she had instructed me to act. I could already feel the excitement of the chase, the thrill of knowing what lay ahead and it had all but consumed my thoughts ever since I had known my part in the play. It was like slipping on a second skin, one that fit perfectly and one that I knew I would have to taste from more than once to quench such a desire as this. The vehicle pulled up to the corner, the driver getting out and when he opened the passenger door I could see him standing there, trying to peer into the darkness of the vehicle and with a voice unlike any I had ever used before I said rather icily, "GET IN, I DO NOT LIKE TO BE KEPT WAITING." Seconds later he slid in, his eyes looking at me as if for the first time ever and I must admit I looked little like the woman he had met in the club that night only two short weeks ago. I let him look for a moment or two before I calmly turned my head saying, "I'd advise you to not stare, it's impolite." His gaze quickly changed and as the ride continued it did so with his head hung slightly, questions at his lips but I knew he was too scared to ask them, something I was counting on. Nan had told me that the anticipation, the unknown would combine to make the fantasy that much more intense, that much more intriguing. The car pulled up at the club and as my door swung open, the driver doing his duty I saw his door open as well, Nan at the ready. I saw the look of confusion on his face and he started to say something to her but she paid him no heed, turning to me with a nod and I said, "You will take Mr. Samuels and prepare him for tonight Nan, no questions, no answers, is that clear?" "Yes Mistress" was her simple but to his shock potent response and with that I walked into the club, Matthew holding the door open and I walked past him as if it was I who owned the establishment, not him. Nan was ready, her part unlike her normal role in life but one she seemed to relish and I had agreed, if we had switched the roles it would not have been quite as unnerving to Jonathan. This way, I got to examine life from each side of the lash, if you know what I mean. I knew what was going to happen but to better explain it I think I'll let Nan take the tale from here for awhile and I shall rejoin you at the appropriate time. For now, I need to change into something a bit more..fitting. To say I was pleased with Elizabeth's performance would be an understatement and I could tell from the look and confusion on Jonathan's face that she had certainly captured his imagination. "Come with me Mr. Samuels, we have little time and quite a bit to accomplish before the night truly begins." With that I began to stride briskly toward the door, giving Matthew a wink as I walked past but he simply nodded, remembering his place. We walked through the still mostly deserted main floor, heading toward a door at the end of the hallway, a special room, one where I had first met Matthew and his alter ego and where tonight I would meet Jonathan's as well. I watched him closely as he stepped through the doorway, his eyes looking around taking in all the costumes, the full bath with the huge claw foot tub, the dressing area, makeup area, everything set up to transform him into the object of his own desire. For a second, just a brief second I thought he might bolt, might turn and run but I thought it might not hurt to bend the rules slightly saying, "It would be a shame to leave now and spend the rest of your life wondering what if...would it not Jonathan?" The words you spoke rang true, the man standing there with a sigh nodding his head and with that you said, "I would advise you to do as I say, Mistress does not like to be kept waiting and I have heard you have much to lose. Now, strip." The word so simple but so effective, like a slap to the face and with that he began to undress slowly as you turned smiling towards the camera that you knew was hidden from view. Knowing two who were watching and listening closely to what was transpiring. The two who even now were undergoing their own transformations. He stood there, his clothes in a pile at this feet and I could see it in his eyes, read it in his body language, he was so lost, so vulnerable and I couldn't help but smile as I walked around him. Inspecting every inch, my nails trailing over his chest, down his back, feeling him trembling in anticipation, his eyes closing and I knew as Mia was to me that he would be to Elizabeth by the end of the night. I had said earlier that I had sensed something between them, two souls lost not even aware they were searching for each other. After the events of the past two weeks I believed even more now that they were destined for each other and I was going to do everything in my power to assure just that happened. "Through there you will find everything you will need for your first assignment, return to me when you have removed every bit of that disgusting hair on your body. That's with the exception of the hair on your head, wash it thoroughly, shampoo and conditioner is that clear?" He nodded but I quickly shot him a look saying, "You will answer me when I speak to you, I deserve to be treated with the same respect that you will give your Mistress. The correct answer is Yes Mistress, now say it." "Yes Mistress?" and with that I waved him on, turning my back and beginning to lay everything out in anticipation of the work which lay ahead. It took awhile but when he returned he did so in the white robe I had laid out for him and I could see he had indeed followed the directions precisely. I pointed to a chair saying, "Sit". He did, sitting down in front of the area covered with potions, lotions, all forms of makeup, jewelry, everything to begin the process. "I want you to pay attention to what I do, you will need to be able to do this on your own soon and if you can not then you will pay for such a transgression." I picked up the first container and looked at him in the mirror saying, "This is foundation, and this is how we begin." As the minutes passed and things moved along I knew that Elizabeth would be watching and I wondered if she was as pleased as I. His face, his eyes, everything about him lent easily to that which I was trying to do and by the time I was finished it was all I could do not to smile, to proclaim to him how pleased I was. I managed to simply nod and say, "There, we'll finish your hair and touch up things after you've gotten dressed." With that there was a knock on the door and as I bid enter, it opened to reveal a tall, statuesque beauty dressed in red. "Mia will assist you in dressing, I shall return shortly." With that I walked past Mia who bowed her head as I suddenly stopped, looking up to the dark haired woman saying, "Mia, I will hold you responsible if she is not ready when I return, is that clear?" The voice that came forth was slightly familiar and it was only when she replied, "Yes Mistress, as you wish" that I knew Jonathan suddenly realized that Mia was Matthew. Walking next door to where Elizabeth was watching her bright smile told me she too was indeed pleased and we both saw the look on Jonathan's face was one of stunned understanding as Mia merely smiled saying, "You're well on your way, we just need to help the process along, shall we?" He nodded, biting at his bottom lip as Mia began to pick up each item from the bed, handing it to him and helping as she made small corrections. The forms he wore to fill out his breasts, helping to lace the corselet, seeing the look on his face, the shy smile which filled it as he pulled on the silky, lace thigh high stockings and knowing he was now living his dream. I walked in, opening the door a few minutes later to see the now two women sitting, Mia smiling, the other anxious knowing how very close she was. With a wave of my hand I sent Mia on her way where Elizabeth was waiting for her and I once again said, "Sit" and she stood and walked slowly on her new heels back to where we had begun and I began to take the curlers from her long, thick brown hair. Picking up a brush I began to style it, framing her face, knowing how desperately she wanted to look in the mirror but there was none to be found. Finally, I put down the brush and picked up a tube of lipstick saying, "Purse your lips as if you were to give someone a kiss" and she did so as I applied the dark burgundy shade, her lips now shining and as I put the cap back on I told her to stand so that I might take a look. I knew that Elizabeth was now waiting in the club, Mia at her side and that I would be the first to witness the completed project. I tried to keep from showing my own excitement, putting a few items back in their proper places, acting nonchalant as if it truly did not matter to me but when I finally turned and saw her, the look on her face of desperation, so much wanting to hear my thoughts that I could not help it, I had to tell her, "You look..lovely my dear. Now, come along, your Mistress waits." Walking back down the hallway, her hand in mine I could feel her shaking, looking down at her nails, the color matching that which adorned her lips and I gave her hand a quick squeeze, a signal telling her that it would be alright and I got a bit of a smile, still the same shy one that Jonathan had shared with me when we had first met. We finally turned the corner and she came to an abrupt halt, her eyes growing wide to see all the people who now were here, the club beginning to fill up for the night ahead. Once again I knew she had the urge to panic, to hide, to run but I simply said, "You don't really want to keep your Mistress waiting, do you?" and with that she took a deep breath and we walked toward the table where I knew they would be waiting on us. As we walked I saw several people I knew, as the co-owner of the bar I took great pride in keeping up with the clientele and I saw the many curious stares and some people looking openly at the young beauty whose hand I held and I smiled, knowing I had helped play a part in her coming out party. A party which had only started and was bound to continue long into the night. We finally made our way through the throng, the people seeming to part as we came to the table and the two people sitting there looked up and with a nod I said, "Mistress, may I present to you, Wendy Lynne, your new submissive." As Lady Elizabeth I had a certain stature, a way I had to carry myself but it took all my self control not to stare at the woman who stood before me. So beautiful, the look in her eyes almost pleading as she waited to hear of my approval or perhaps otherwise. I took a deep breath, steadying my voice before saying simply, “Wendy, sit next to me. You look exquisite.” The smile which came to her face only emphasized her beauty and with that she sat down properly and awaited what would come next. Nan and I conversed while Mia and her sat there quietly, watching the crowd until I looked at her saying, "I have business to attend to, I shall return shortly" and I stood and walked away, quickly disappearing into the throng. I quickly moved to my vantage point, knowing what was to take place next and I watched as Wendy stood, than as I had instructed sat down, conscious of her dress, crossing her legs demurely and sitting with hands in her lap. Her head was looking down so she never saw him approach until she heard a voice say, "Excuse me miss, would you give me the honor of a dance?" I could see the look of confusion on her face as she looked at him for a second before turning only to find Mia and Nan gone as well. I smiled as I saw you shake your head no, your eyes not daring to meet his. He was insistent as Nan had instructed him to be saying, "Well miss, I do not wish to make a scene but I shall if you will not afford me at least one dance. Which shall it be?" Watching, she took his hand, standing and as her eyes scanned the room desperately for one of us, the dark haired stranger took her to the dance floor where he pulled her into an embrace and they began to move to the slow, sensual song playing. My eyes never left them, surprised to feel the emotion which began to fill me, the one I was to portray. As I watched him pull her closer, his lips finding her neck, his hands daring to slide down over her hips and seeing her body tremble at such a touch I moved quickly, knowing Nan was watching closely. I on the other hand was once again found myself quickly becoming "lost" in the fantasy as I strode to where the two were dancing, pulling the young mans arm from around her and with a single slap across the face spitting out in fury, "How dare you? She belongs to me!" The look on his face was one of stunned disbelief, the blow having been much harder than he had anticipated and it was genuine fear in his eyes that I saw as I advanced upon him again only to hear Wendy say, "It, it's not his fault m'lady, I." and with that I wheeled, the look I gave her one of pure anger. Just then Nan walked up and I said, "Take her to my chambers, I'll deal with her shortly. Now, go" and with that the blonde took her by the hand and whisked her away. It was only when they were gone that I turned to see the dark haired man had fled, my acting as convincing to him as it had been to my new charge. I strode briskly, people moving quickly out of my way as I went down the hallway and opened the door leading into the catacombs of the club. I'd traveled here earlier that day with Nan, she showing me what would be available, at my disposal. Toys of all types, some more for show than others and others more for pure pain than pleasure. Wendy was about to find out that my taste for her would tend toward the latter. Walking, I saw Nan coming my way and as she got close she said softly, "Elizabeth, you've scared her to death, I think." The look I gave her brought an abrupt halt to her words as I spoke softly, evenly, "It's what she wants, what she desires, is that not right Nan?" and when she did not answer me quickly enough I repeated, "I SAID IS THAT NOT RIGHT?" Nan nodded, her head slightly hung, her eyes wary as she replied softly, "Yes Mistress." "A wise decision, now come with me, I will need your help and possibly to keep me from doing something I might regret at a later time" and with that I walked toward the door which she had only moments ago left. I flung it open, the wood slamming against the wall as a gasp escaped Wendy's mouth and I walked in, taking her by the arm and saying, "YOU WILL COME WITH ME NOW." With that I pushed her forward as she tottered on her heels, almost falling as Nan stood by silently and the three of us began to walk deeper into the bowels of the building. We came to a enormous door, one locked and as Nan walked up, taking a chain from around her neck Wendy watched, her face pale even under her makeup as the blonde unlocked the huge wooden obstacle. It opened slowly, a push from behind sending the brown haired beauty inside as I laughed wickedly and said, "You were warned what would happen if you were to disobey and you have committed the worst of transgressions, allowing yourself to be used like a commoner, by a mere man none the less." The door closed, the sound of the lock loud in the confines, the dim light showing little as I said, "So, if you desire to act like a whore, you will become a whore. TAKE THE DRESS OFF THIS INSTANT!" "I, I'm sorry Mistress, I swear I did not mean to." and with that I walked up and with a single pull the dress ripped, her blue eyes growing wide as she gasped again, this time trying to cover herself as Nan simply stood there, waiting, watching. "The lights Nan" and with that she flipped the switch and I watched as Wendy cowered in fear, her body begin to shake at the sights before her. Reaching up I pulled down a chain, a pair of shackles attached and as I smiled, a smile which did not reach my eyes I said softly, "Come here little whore, you need to be taught a lesson." Her eyes glassy, her mind simply surrendering itself to the fantasy, a fact that was not lost on me. I was too caught up in it myself to allow me to stop as she walked slowly to where I stood and seconds later I motioned to Nan who flipped the switch, the motor coming to life and the poor girl's hands and then her feet were lifted off the floor. The Club "Illusions" Ch. 02 The soft moan which escaped her lips was a prelude to what would come next, I had listened closely as Nan had first described to me what Jonathan's desires were and though I had accomplished one of them, bondage, I knew he coveted a second and who was I to deprive him of it? Picking up the item hanging on the wall I walked behind her, letting my hands run their way over her, letting her feel my touch against the burgundy corset, over her breasts, her hips, her beautiful ass as she moaned at my blatant use of her. Finally my hand found her hair, twisting strands of it between my fingers as I leaned close and whispered, "Diamonds and other finery, you must be a very, very expensive whore my dear, are you not?" She didn't have a chance to answer as I pulled her hair hard and as her mouth opened to cry out at the pain I wedged the red rubber ball between her lips before tightly cinching the gag behind her head. As she hung there, bound and gagged I pushed her gently and her body begin to turn, her moans becoming louder, soon to grow both in frequency and in volume as I looked at Nan and said, "You will choose, the cat or the crop, which shall it be Lady Nan?" My teacher, my friend had played her part to perfection and she did not fail me now saying, "Mistress, I fear you are being too harsh on her, maybe you should..." I turned from her, walking briskly back to the wall saying, "Very well, both, an excellent decision m'lady, well done." Picking up the cat o' nine tails in one hand the riding crop in the other I advanced on the chestnut haired beauty so helpless in chains, so vulnerable, so available and I said, "I'm sure there will be many who will pay handsomely to turn such lovely skin so red, don't you think my Wendy?" Her moan was all I could hear as I grinned and said, "What's that, cat got your tongue?" and I laughed loud and long, putting down the crop and walking behind her as she tried to watch me, twisting to see what I was to do next. Looking at Nan I pointed saying, “Her feet, shackle them as well”, and Nan moved quickly, sweeping the heels which had fallen and taking another set of chains, these attached to bolts in the floor. She secured each ankle, holding the woman now taught, unable to twist or turn, unable to keep me from having a blow go astray. "Wait, something is missing, now, what could it be?" With that I walked over and pulled down a black silk blindfold and I tossed it at Nan's feet saying, "Move quickly or you will suffer the same, is that clear?" The blonde did as I asked though for a second I could have sworn I saw a brief smile fill her face as she plunged the room into darkness, the helpless figure unable to speak, see, nor touch though she would feel the touch of the lash soon, very soon. Nan had instructed me that one of the best ways to make what was happening that much more real to a submissive was through keeping them constantly off balance, constantly questioning what was happening and together we had worked up what was now to follow, a change of pace, a curve if you will and as we looked at one another we smiled as I said, "She's not going anywhere, I need a drink, wait here and I will be back and then I'll show this slut what happens to those who dare to act in such a brazen manner." With that I went to the door, unlocking it and as I let it slowly close, the door locking as I stood just outside, watching and listening as Nan took over. Nan moved frantically through the room, muttering to herself, a sight quite humorous to behold but not to the blindfolded, hapless woman whose only sense left to her was the ability to hear and she strained to listen to the words. She managed to catch snippets, bits and pieces saying Mistress had gone to far, what to do, and she’s gone mad. The blonde woman’s voice grew louder, her panic more evident until finally Wendy heard the sounds of her heels as she ran across the concrete floor, pulling a set of keys from the wall and seconds later the shackles being freed, though it sounded like Nan was trembling as she tried to fit the key in the lock while saying, “I’m so sorry Wendy, we have to get you out of here, now.” One ankle was freed, the second in the process of being the same when the sound of the door being opened was heard. Nan gasped, her voice frantically saying, "Oh god no, no, no, please no". Her hands fumbling, she dropped the keys to the floor only to hear a voice, filled with fury say, "JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH HER?" The bound woman was unable to see what happened next, an Academy Award winning performance if there were. Both Nan and I had agreed in order to make this as “real” as possible for not only Wendy but Mia as well that we both would have to act out our parts and act them out we did. Nan’s cry as my hand found her hair, tugging it and her towards me while almost screaming, “I TRUSTED YOU, YOU TAUGHT ME, SHOWED ME THE PATH I DESIRED AND IN RETURN, YOU NOW DO THIS? HOW DARE YOU!” Nan cried out again, this time her voice pleading, "I beg you m’lady, I meant no harm, no disrespect. I just felt you were possible being..." and with that I freed her, my steps loud as I began to walk back and forth, my face a mask of anger before finally turning to her with a chilling smile. "Very well, if you feel I am being....harsh then you have a choice to make. Not really a choice, more like an ultimatum. You can suffer the same fate as Wendy or Mia can, decide right now, this very moment. You have 10 seconds. Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...." “Mia”, the word spoken so softly, her head hanging down, “I choose Mia.” The smile I gave her was one of pure triumph as I motioned for her to leave. “Then bring her, I think the table should do nicely for her punishment and I will prepare it after I’ve corrected your mistake here, now go.” Nan left, her posture one of defeat and I smiled knowing Mia right now was panicking, this had not been part of the original script, a change which her Mistress and I had added at the last moment to hopefully bring her pleasure as well. I knelt, seeing Wendy’s chest rising and falling, her excitement now at almost a fever pitch, exactly as I wanted her. It took but a moment or two but I once again had the shackles in place and this time as I let my hands travel over the burgundy clad figure I felt her body vibrate with my touch and I smiled and whispered in her ear, “Soon my love, soon you will feel that which you have craved for so very long, that and so much more.” The moan which escaped past the gag now was one of as much excitement as it was fear, the transformation into submission well underway though I had a feeling it would a trip which would continue for quite some time and I prayed it would be I who would guide her voyage. The door once again opened, Mia with her hand in Nan’s as the tall, statuesque beauty looked at me with such confusion, her words sputtering forth and I simply said, “Quiet, remove your dress, the table and your punishment await you, something you have your Mistress to thank for.” Mia looked at Nan but the blonde could only shake her head, unzipping the garment and letting it fall in a pool at her submissive’s feet. With that she walked her over to the long table, it’s straps hanging down from the side and as Mia obediently laid down, Nan began to fasten the restraints to each wrist, each ankle until moments later like Wendy she lay now helpless. “Here”, as I tossed another gag over to Nan saying, “I do not wish to hear such screams from either of them, gag her.” All Mia could do was lay there as her Mistress did as I required and seconds later both our bound captives shared the same. “The rings next, don’t you think Mistress?” I watched as Nan bit at her bottom lip before taking down what she had described to me earlier that day as the “rings of hell” and as she freed Mia’s sex she slipped the three in place, insuring that the bound girl could not find her pleasure until they were removed. They would allow Nan to find hers as long as she so desired, something not lost on Mia as she moaned loudly in protest behind the ball which filled her mouth. I had sensed something in Nan, something about the way she had looked while we had plotted what we would do with the two when we had them in our clutches. I didn’t know if I had it in me but at that moment I felt invincible as I threw caution to the wind and looked at the Mistress who had taught me some of the finer arts of the craft and said simply, “I’VE HAD A CHANGE IN HEART. STRIP, NOW.” Her head snapped, turning towards me and I walked towards her, the crop in the one hand, the tails in the other. Her face turned pale and she began to slowly undress, her eyes becoming glassy as she fell prey to the moment as well. Seconds later the blonde beauty stood in front of me, her hair hanging down in her face as I said, “Up on the table, straddle him, make you as one, do it” and the woman did as she was told, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her sex found Mia’s. Reaching up I pulled down a set of cuffs, another gag and a special treat for her. I didn’t even need to speak, she put her hands behind her back, opened her mouth and seconds later she too was bound and gagged. What she wasn’t counting on though were the clamps, the edges sharp and as they bit into her tender nipples she let out a muffled cry and began to rock back and forth, her pleasure and her pain now as one, a sight to behold. I turned my attention back to the figure that by now was nearing exhaustion from being left in such a precarious position for this length of time. Walking up, I let the crop and the tails lashes slide across her body, the touch so electric that she jumped at the feel and I laughed while saying, “Well my dear, Nan can not help you, neither can Mia so you are now at my mercy. I think it’s time you found out that your pain from this day forward shall be my pleasure.” With that I walked behind her, planting my feet and letting the riding crop make the first mark. A dark, scarlet red lash which brought forth a muffled cry from the bound figure and a smile from me. Each blow, alternated, the crop and then the cat, each making its own unique presence known until her back, buttocks, and legs all showed the brunt of my labors, a scarlet red following where they had once fallen. Finally, I dropped both instruments of torture, picked up the razor sharp knife which lay on the table and with a single flick of my wrist, her lace panties fell to the ground as did I to feast at her sex, her arousal so evident and I knew it would take little. My mouth barely had time to settle before she quenched my thirst with wave after wave of her pleasure, her body jerking like the strings which held a marionette but she was to be my toy, very much alive, very much desired. The motor turning, her body being slowly lowered until she knelt and I removed the gag and then her blindfold to see her eyes slowly flutter open still heavy with her pleasure. As she began to focus on me I touched her hair saying, “Now, will you not give me the same pleasure that I have provided you with?” I watched as she licked her lips, trying to speak as she said softly, “Yes Mistress, please?” and with a smile I pulled her closer, her head slipping between my thighs and it was my turn to sigh as her tongue found my very center. Minutes later the muffled cries of Nan and Mia were joined by one of mine, my hands urging on the new found beauty as she drank from the well of my seed and I reveled in it until she slowly pulled back, her hands still attached to the shackles. A shy smile on her face as she once again licked her lips, this time to insure she had gotten every bit of my pleasure. Suddenly it dawned on me, the night would soon be over, our time together done and there must have been something in my eyes that drew her interest as I heard the dark haired beauty say, “Mistress, did I not bring you pleasure I pray?” I smiled, touching her cheek, loving the way she let her face rest against my palm as I replied, “Nay Wendy, you have served me well and for that I will always be thankful. Did, did I bring you what you desired my dear, was it as you had hoped?” The shy smile, one I had found myself becoming quite attached to belied a sense of humor as she said, “Well, no, not really. I thought you might be a bit more dominant but I knew you were far too sweet to be any other way.” My look was one of pure amazement, not lost on the blue eyed creature who began to laugh and I could not help but join in as I freed her from the shackles saying, “Well then, maybe we’ll just have to do this another time and see if I can’t live up to your expectations.” She was now free but to my surprise she did not stand, continuing to kneel and say, “Mistress, may I speak?” I nodded, a bit confused as she looked up at me, her eyes shining, so beautiful in her submission as she said, “I would very much desire to continue m’lady, from this day forward, if you will have me, please?” Once again it was confusion which filled my face but this time I think it mixed with joy as she smiled. “I think there might be a time when you too might like to feel the lash or the touch of a dominant man and I know of one who would find great pleasure in doing so for such a wonderful woman as you, if you would allow him to do so. We both would offer ourselves to you and would as you to accept for to do so would bring us both great joy.” I felt a tear come to the corner of my eye, my heart swelling to hear such words and as I held my hand out and helped her to her feet we fell into each other’s arms, holding tight to the other, knowing know that fate truly had brought the two of us together and that nothing would ever tear us apart. We walked hand in hand only to stop as she saw Nan and Mia, their bodies still hard at work, their passion still mixing and she looked at me saying, “Should we free them Mistress?” I took a look, seeing the way Nan’s back arched as she found her pleasure yet again and grinned saying, “No, but maybe we will later and then we can take their place.” Her smile was wide as we left the two to their own devices, at least for awhile.