“You can hit her. She’s asking.” The shiny crimson leotard did not stretch as Empress Wu leaned over to cradle the willing victim against herself firmly. She held on very securely from the side in a firm reassuring embrace, her own breasts rested heavily on the girl’s back. “You want her to, don’t you.” The observation was stark in its simplicity, and Empress Wu’s voice was neither coaxing nor stern. It was instead cool and matter of fact, proposing a question she knew would be confirmed. The woman’s voice was quiet but sincere in her request. “See? She’s asking.”
Colette took the black leather riding crop from a smiling Empress Wu as she softly brushed back some of the woman’s dark hair that hung, wildly tousled, over her face. The girl closed her eyes and nodded her head yes as she leaned into the Empress’ red vinyl clad bodice for balance. “What is your name?” Colette asked.
“Stevie,” she said so quietly that Colette could barely hear her. Empress Wu repeated it a little louder. “Stevie.” “Nice to meet you Stevie.” Colette said.
The girl was bent over a white padded bench intended for just this sort of thing. Her knees were resting on the lower bench as she positioned herself on all fours astride a slightly taller platform. Her hands were loosely tied with a braided rope to the metal anchor ring in front of her. Colette raised her eyebrows and hesitated just a moment not because there was any ambiguity here; the girl wanted this, Empress Wu was being very kind and gracious with her instruction and Colette was keen to try, but she did expect a voice in her head to say ‘no’. There wasn’t one.
She raised her arm to strike and flicked her wrist at the bottom of the arch. It took three or four tries before she achieved the undeniable slap of leather against bare skin. Colette felt her own face flush with the satisfaction of it.
Looking at the girl’s face Colette asked “Is that OK?” She nodded her head yes. “You want more?” Yes. Their eyes locked onto one another for a fraction of a second and Colette felt an intense spark of connection one human being to another. The moment of human connection, more than anything, surprised Colette. She stepped back and tried again and again, looking frequently to Empress Wu and the submissive herself for signs to guide her pace. Once the motion of hand elbow wrist were coordinated Colette could feel the technique. She tried aiming and striking from different angles each time listening for the loud snap she liked so much.
Pale milky skin like this will bloom into a glowing red, it reminded Colette of hot embers and it was lovely against the backdrop of the white leather. “Look at that! You got her ass good and red!” Empress Wu affirmed. “Ooh it’s so warm” she cooed as she ran her hand across Stevie’s ass. “Say thank you to Mistress.” She gently ordered.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Stevie had a peaceful look on her face of blissed concentration.
“You’re welcome,” Colette replied, not really curious about whether there might be a protocol for what she should say or do at this point.
Empress Wu added, “Ooh I love it, everyone is smiling! Colette, your face is rosy too!” Colette raised her hand to her face and it was hot to the touch. Then Empress Wu walked away looking proud and cheerful to help another woman with an electric shock wand.
“Are you ready to get up?” Colette asked, not knowing if Stevie would ask on her own.
“Yes. …please Mistress.”
“Good girl.” She said. Feeling like this was so right, so easy. Maybe she was even good at it. She doubted Mari would ever let her switch to try this on her at home. But Jai might. She scanned the room for Jai, spotting her, still in her jeans and sports bra sitting in a cage eagerly trying to eat chips fed to her through the bars by a woman in a jewel-toned bra and panties.
Colette slowly and inexpertly undid the coils of rope and loosed them from the bench. She sensed she could ask for whatever she could think of at this moment and this woman would probably do it. They were strangers but this liminal space between scenes held every imaginable possibility. She didn’t ask for a thing though. She stood silently, a little light-headed, as the girl got a spray bottle and towel to wipe down the platform for whomever else might use it next. That night, as her eyes closed Colette would imagine all sorts of requests or orders she might have voiced that would have been better than nothing. Next time, she promised herself, she would be bolder.
Before they left the vestibule of the dungeon Jai, threw her torn t-shirt back on and tied on her boots. Colette wrapped a fashionable kimono jacket over the skin-hugging long-sleeved high necked dress she was wearing and swapped her platform heels for flats that she could walk in. She left on the fishnets. By the time they headed home, it was nearly 2:00 am Baltimore was not the safest city, but Colette and Jai figured compared to some of the other dangers they faced day to day, walking home from the train at night was not that big a deal. They were on high-level awareness but they were together and they made it safely to the apartment with only slight moments of unease.
Mari was already asleep and Jai started to creep toward her closed door but Colette stopped her. “Let her sleep. You can crash with me.” Jai gave a mischievous grin and stood as tall as her flat boot would allow her 5’3” frame to get.
“Tell me meaner.” Her eyes glimmered. She was still ramped up from the party.
“Get. the fuck. in my bed!” Colette commanded thinking she might have unleashed a new side of herself in just one night.
“Yes ma’am,” Jai whispered as she swept past Colette in a hurry to obey. Colette was close behind after she checked the lock and turned off the lights.
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notes: get Empress Wu’s suggestion for a name for this character.
Fix Jai’s pronouns in this scene from she/her to they/them
**- ** Description[ __What is Colette wearing? Who is there with her? If she’s new to this scene how did she get invited?
[ mode of transportation within Baltimore and a gritty, affectionate description of their city in the wee hours.]
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