Longings and Loathings - Chapter 8

Martha entered the dark room enveloped in her velvet dark cape, her mask was nicely secured over her eyes and she was feeling confident no one would ever recognize her or that anyone she knew would ever be in such a place. She felt her insides agitate a little to her last thought.

Honestly?
Who would ever in their perfect sense imagine good old Martha in there too? Appearances are so delusive.


She steadily walked to the cabinet where the numbers were placed and looked for the room key where her partner for the evening would be. The organization guaranteed a perfect match to each of the participants and she admitted to herself to be more than a little curious.


They also provided all the accessories required in closed boxes to assure the participants of the hygiene and clean policy they had. They also made sure that once you signed in before your membership was approved that you would deliver relevant blood work every six months.

She held her key between her fingers and followed the indications of the staff to where she would find the room. She recalled how she had decided to adventure herself into a secret club and how much she found that there was a meaner person inside of her, no just plain-jane Martha like everyone assumed when they looked at her.

She reached the door and entered the room. She was still alone and relief cursed through her body, she still had time to get to know the space and the imagine the possibilities before having a pair of eyes on her expecting her to know everything and control everything out of the blue. 

Experimentation is always required before one can reach perfection, she thought.

She entered the bathroom and removed her cape, leaving her in a leather body and high boots. The black lace mask remained on her face as well as her lace fingerless gloves. After a few moments she heard the door open and close, she took a deep breath and went to meet her slave for the night.

At the sound of her heels he snapped into position and knelt into a beautiful Nadu in front of her. His back perfectly straight with his stomach in, his palms were resting on top of his knees facing up, revealing that he was waiting. His eyes didn't leave the ground and she knew right there that he was a very well trained specimen. 

"Boy, you are going to obey my every wish. I do not wish to know your limits, you will have to rely on my better judgement. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

She moved around the room and pickup up a flogger. She moved intently to him and kissed his skin with her new found toy.

"Address me as Ma'am, I have not taken you as mine to have you address me as mistress. You are not worthy of being under my care."

"Yes Miss."

She took a moment to assess her character and moved to face the boy toy kneeling on the floor. She placed her fingers under his chin and raised his face towards her so she could get a good long look of what she had for the evening. She tried to recall the signals advised and gestured for him to move to the four pole bed and sit.

She went behind him trying to keep her composure and neatly tied his hands behind his back. After making sure the rope was secure, she guided him to lay back.

"Do you think you impress me with your Nadu and your silence? You are just another worthless wanker that wanders about." 

To this the pretty boy reacted by trying to move from the bed and leave, she moved to take hold of his sack and tightened her grip on it while ordering him.

"Down!" His body stiffened to her command and lowering his eyes again he laid back on the bed. She restrained his feet on the bed poles and moved to get some clamps. "You are going anywhere. Now shall we see how you react to pain?" She saw him attempting to control himself, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Poor you... scared now?" She held up a leather string so that he could see and began to tie his balls shortly after. She tied them tight, placing each testi apart. He was in pain, she could tell and the fact that he seemed to calm only roused her more to test his boundaries. She placed each clamp on the length of his member, stretching the skin on both sides. Once she was satisfied with the visual effect, she climbed on the bed and sat on his face. "Eat me boy."

He used his tongue with skill and technique. It was clear to her that he was used to these scenarios and that he had been very well trained. After a few moments her mind stopped rambling and all she felt was his lips and tongue building up to her orgasm.

After she was fully satisfied, she climbed down and kissed his lips feeling her own taste on his skin. She removed the clamps from the now fully hard member and released his hands. She sat down on nearby chair and ordered him to tease himself and climax. From there she watched as he enjoyed the feel of her eyes on him, the feel of his hand stroking the twitching member.

Before he was finished recovering from the spams of his body, she put on her cape and left the room leaving him wide eyed watching her leave without a word. As the door closed behind her, she heard is shaky voice.

"Thank you Miss."

On her way home she reflected on the night. Sure she had her pleasure but she did not have fun as she expected. He was a fine man, sexy and good looking but he was too tame for her. He did not struggle as she wanted, she did not have the chance to show him her superiority as he did not put up a fight. 

She looked at the club's card one more time and tossed it into the fireplace where the flames devilishly were eating away the wood. It was not what she expected. She took a hot bath and was preparing to sleep as the phone ringed.

"Hello?"

"Ms Travis, this is Ryan from the office. I wonder if I could stop by and give you the prints you requested earlier."

"I'm sure it can wait for tomorrow Ryan."

"But you told me to get them ready as soon as possible. I haven't even gone home yet to have them ready."

"Be careful with that tone, boy..." 

"I will be there to deliver your stupid prints in 10 minutes." Then he hang up.

"That brat!" She tried to calm down from his insolence, considering to just fire him for the behavior.

She looked at the burning flames for a moment in silence and an idea dawned on her. A wicked smile crept to her lips as the door bell rang.

"Martha, Martha... You wanted a rebel, I guess I get to have my wish for the evening after all..." She said to herself as she moved like a feline to the door, already imagining the feel of leather rubbing against her as she rode him.