Chapter 5

Scott's words had puzzled her. She wasn't sure what to make of his sudden proposal. She wasn't so naive that she didn't know that term and hadn't seen the first 50 Shades of Grey movie. She asked the first question that came to mind, her voice full of disbelief.

- You want to hit me?

The smile of her interlocutor turned into laughter of a surprising frankness. He stopped a few moments later and resumed his seriousness. He looked into her eyes and said calmly:

- Yes, I would like to inflict pain on you, to see your buttocks reddened by my spankings and to see you transcend pain and transform it into pleasure. If you knew everything, I'd like to do to you since we met. However, my practice is not limited to that. Obedience is a key factor in this relationship, as well as trust. Docile young girls are rewarded, those who are not, alas, punished...

His crude words had made her react oddly. She felt wet, knowing very well that she was getting wet for this man. He had been brutally frank, with an unsettling smile. She loved it and her body too.

- What if I don't want to suffer?

- This is in no way a constraint of course. I wouldn't do anything outside of your terms. But I can assure you that you would take great pleasure in its raw state. He leaned into her ear and whispered softly: None of my submissive ever complained about that.

His voice full of promise, made Stella more and more feverish. He realized it, it wouldn't take much for her to give in. This woman was made for this, but he wanted to be sure.

- I can understand that my sudden proposal leaves you perplexed. But let me give you a taste, Stella.

It was the second time since they had met that he had used her first name. She loved the way he pronounced it. She realized that she was beginning to be obsessed with this man. And if it could not stick between them, it was necessary at least that she takes advantage of him to the maximum. Her needy body was calling out to him and her gaze suddenly strayed to Scott's crotch.

- Give me some insight?

- Yes, as you can see, this evening is special. It's a meeting night if you prefer. The different dominants and dominants meet possible submissives. They discuss, as we will have to do if you obviously wish. On the upper floor where I was, before coming to you, training sessions take place with different dominants. I would like to show you around. In view of this, you can go home and call me back if you feel like trying.

- So, we're not making love?

He put his hand on her thigh and pulled her roughly closer to him. Their bodies were closer now. He took her hand and placed it on his crotch so she could see the state she had put him in.

- I only dream of that since the day we met. I dream of fucking you in positions you could never have imagined. I dream of your mouth around my manhood...

He fell silent, letting her gently acknowledge his words. She moaned weakly, very excited. He could have asked her to burn herself that she would have done so that he put out the fire that ignited her entrails.

- But I have rules and I don't want to mislead you. I don't practice mom-dad fucking or vanilla relationships. I just want a dominant-submissive relationship with you. Let me show you and satisfy us jointly.

His gaze was brimming with self-confidence and assurance. He was sure to satisfy her, and she herself had no doubts. He exuded practice, experience, and security. She didn't need more.

- I accept... Show me...

His smile widened at the response. He offered her his hand again and they went to the stairs that led to the upper floor. She hadn't noticed the balcony, which gave an overview of the room. They arrived in front of another door, also guarded by 2 gorillas, who this time quickly moved aside to let them pass, while wishing Scott a good evening. You could clearly see that he was a regular.

They entered a hallway, where various doors seemed to lead to rooms. Next to each door, large windows, where women and men were seated. Scott led her to the third door on the right. So, he knew precisely what he intended to show her. The atmosphere was completely different from downstairs, heavier and stricter. The looks of the people they met on the way were just as intimidating as that of the young woman at the entrance, or maybe a little less. Here, she had a glimpse of this atypical relationship. There were scantily clad women and men, standing back or at the feet of other men in suits and women in very sexy dresses. We immediately felt the difference... On the one hand those who were not allowed to speak and on the other, those who chatted quietly among themselves. She felt the barrier that separated the 2 statuses and wondered if it was a world for her. She couldn't answer her own question.

Scott saw her as they walked, more and more troubled. He couldn't judge her; it was different from what our society called 'normal'. He tightened his grip on her hand, so as not to lose her and see her run off before having accomplished the objective of the evening. He needed it. He knew himself well enough to know that they were the 2 possible ends of this evening. Either she was receptive, and they would fuck together, or she wasn't and he would have to escort her directly to the exit, to prevent someone else from doing to her what he dreamed of doing to her. If the evening didn't end well, he would be unhappy and his increasingly visible excitement, which he was trying to calm down as best he could, would make him vicious. He knew what it was going to lead to...

They arrived at the door in question. Scott gave her room to look out the window, while standing behind her. He didn't let her go, since he didn't know how she was going to react to what she saw. But what he saw at that moment erased many of his fears. He could see envy in her eyes, but also curiosity about what she was seeing.

Stella had been in shock at first. The view she saw from the window was so atypical, not so intriguing. The window overlooked a room, where a woman was wrapped in rope and her femininity exposed to all. The man next to her was a huge contrast, considering he was dressed in a suit. But she ignored his presence. All that captivated her was the woman and what was being done to her.

- Imagine yourself in her place, Scott said in a sensual voice behind her.

The young woman had her arms tied by ropes to the ceiling. Ropes wrapped around her chest, making it stand out enormously. Her legs were elevated, spread apart, and bent by ropes, which bound her knees and other rings in the opposite walls of the room. A blindfold covered his eyes. The situation quickly seemed unsustainable. She could see from her position, the young woman's body trembling or moving, trying to find a balance.

The scene fascinated Stella so much that she didn't even notice Scott's hand moving under her dress, towards her private part. He gently parted her thighs, using one of his legs. He wanted to check his hunch. He arrived at the fateful place: the entrance to her pussy. The only barrier left was a completely soaked underside. A smile settled on his face, as he subtly moved Stella's last protection and began to tickle her already swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. At this caress, the latter reacted completely and threw back her blow. He began to gently nibble her earlobe and continued to caress her. Moans started to come out of Stella's mouth, moans that she was trying hard to hold back, not wanting to draw attention...

- We don't... Ah yes... can't... Ah... not here...

- Hush... Don't look away the best is yet to come.