Chapter 8

1 week later,

Today she was in a restaurant waiting for her lunch partner to arrive. She hadn't seen her for a while, so she was very happy. She had barely ordered something to drink when someone sat down opposite her. She smiled instantly at the sight of this person she had always been able to count on: Lila...

- So? After everything I've done for you, you just left me in silence... Are you coming back to me now?

- Sorry, I had some things to deal with before...

- Yes, I understood... Well tell me, I'm in a hurry to know everything, she said, her eyes shining with curiosity. Stella laughed and understood why she and Lila had always gotten along. They had the same delusions and had always been able to count on each other in everything. She told her everything that happened during his moment of silence. Lila never judged her, but she always told her that she had trouble understanding how her relationship worked. You are seriously ill, she said, laughing. One of the things that's clear is that you're glowing. You look so happy and so good. I am in a hurry to meet him under clear circumstance, but from what I have been able to see, he is candy for the eyes. Even I, must admit it.

- I'd love to officially introduce him to you too. I can assure you that it's hard not to be constantly jealous.

- I don't see why you should stop yourself from being. If you are together almost all the time, live together and have been sleeping together for more than 1 year, don't you think you are exclusive? If he's as successful as you say he is, don't you think he would have found someone else by now and introduced you to them? Only silence in response to all her questions that Lila whispered in Stella's ear. She didn't know what to answer. The questions made him wonder in turn. From the little you tell me; I have the impression that he is as exclusive with you as you are with him.

They continued the discussion on much lighter subjects, before separating and promising to see each other regularly. This little breath of fresh air had done Stella a lot of good.

Friday of the weekend

Scott was still sitting at his desk, finishing up plans for Dubai, when he got a call from Ryan. It was to ask him if he could replace Maeve for the roping session next Saturday. He explained to him that an emergency prevented him from ensuring the representation and that he found no one to play the game in his place. He managed to convince a rather sceptical Scott, who didn't know if it was a good idea. He hung up before texting Stella telling her they were going to the club the next night and telling her what outfit she would wear for the occasion.

Saturday night

Tonight, Stella was going to show off her new breast paraphernalia. She somewhat insisted on that, she wanted to show in this way that he had chosen her. She was rather tense, nervous, but also excited. Sitting next to her, her Dom was more than happy to see her a little more confident every day and above all interested in showing herself to be so marked by his care. He was just proud of it. They arrived at the club, and she left her coat in the locker room, before following him into the main room. She was dressed in an outfit he had specially ordered for her from Gio. The outfit itself was nothing special, it was a round neck dress with long sleeves and stopping just above her knees. The waist was centred by a latex corset and gave an hourglass structure to the outfit. Stella wore black stilettos to go with the outfit. But the detail that made all the difference was the material of the dress. It was a kind of oilcloth, made of 100% polyester, translucent but also slightly blood red in colour. She revealed it, while hiding it, highlighting Stella's silhouette and the breast rings she wore. As he had hoped and perhaps even much more beyond these expectations, Stella caught the eye as soon as she entered the room beside him. He saw her raise her chest and walk serenely by his side, and her smile only widened. As a sign of total possessiveness and even though he knew that no one would dare approach her wearing her collar and her marks, he grabbed her by the hip and carried her around the room like a trophy. He freed her, asked her to sit on his knees next to an armchair. He went to join Ryan who was waiting for him backstage to finish polishing the details before their passage on stage.

Stella had played the game; she had felt confident arriving next to her Dom. Now sitting without him, all the adrenalines had just dropped. She wore absolutely nothing under the outfit and had just exposed her pubis, her breasts, and her buttocks to the entire assembly. She was still quite proud of it; she was gaining more and more self-confidence. She had been able to see the looks filled with desire, envy, jealousy towards her. She had heard the comments that the various Doms, hers greeted had made about her. She'd seen the smug smile her Dom's wore all the way round and she'd realized he was showing it off. His pride was also hers. He had ordered her not to move, not to speak to anyone in his absence. A rule that she scrupulously respected, the evening started well and there was no way she would ruin everything. He nevertheless allowed her to watch the different scenes that were taking place this evening and he left without saying anything more. She was not worried and admired the different ropes made that evening. The latter made her wonder when the turn would come when her own Dom would decide to adorn her with rope in turn. Just imagining it, a smile bloomed on her face, and she felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline.

At the end of the 2nd performance, she was already under the spell of the art of shibari. She found it magnificent on the different models and she found the relationship of complicity between the roper and the roped person particularly beautiful. When the 3rd performance started, she saw the submissive arrive on the stage first alone and then her Dom appeared with the ropes. Her breath stopped for a few seconds and incomprehension won her. Her Dom changed into faded black denim pants and boots, bared his chest, and tied his hair in a kind of little ponytail. His gaze was icy, and she couldn't even decipher the expression on her Dom face let alone what he could be thinking. He seemed alone on his own planet, but it only lasted a few moments before his gaze became more human and tender. He whispered a few words to the submissive in front of him and they exchanged a few smiles before he started to adorn her with the rope, he had brought with him. Little by little, slowly but surely, the submissive was more and more restricted in her movements but above all, her body became a true work of art. There was silence in the room and all the audience's attention was focused on Scott's assertive and confident gestures. His hands, which roamed the body of his model and sometimes seemed to linger longer than necessary in certain places, made Stella die of rage. She knew she should have been elated by the meticulous work that was coming to life in front of her, but it was just visceral jealousy that was burning her insides. Her body wanted to scream. She clenched her fists tightly and bit her lip trying to hold back this urge to kill, but also this very simple urge to switch places. She didn't want him to touch another, he wanted him to touch her. She wanted to be the canvas on which he expressed his talent, she wanted him to dress her with colours, to make her potential of beauty blossom before all this world in this total form of nudity and abandon.

- No, no... Those words came out in a single whisper. Tears streamed down her face. The complicity and overflowing tenderness shown by her Dom towards the submissive in front of him, quite simply broke Stella's heart. She was his and he was hers... NO, NO! Stop it, she finally spoke aloud, completely unconsciously.

Stella's heart was racing. She had just got angry in front of everyone. Her Dom's face was frozen, and nothing prepared her for what was about to happen. He wouldn't let that pass. She had just thrown him a fit in front of the whole club, a fucking fit of jealousy. But she knew she couldn't, she didn't have to be jealous, by going with him, she resigned herself to it and yet she hadn't been able to resist it. She had cracked.... He was about to break down too. All eyes were on them. Everything he hated, getting all the attention.

- Out, was the only word he uttered against his submissive.