Emma twisted the key and turned the engine off. The car emitted a low purr, then was still.
Letting off a quiet sigh, the woman donned her shades and stepped out of the vehicle. A quick glance about her surroundings reassured her that she was alone. The street was empty, and no one had followed her.
Emma looked up and saw a tall penthouse made out of black bricks, situated between two smaller buildings and a big security gate.
She wrapped her furry mink coat a little tighter and held up an invitation card. It was a glossy black card with a set of words in dark red print elegantly placed on the front.
The Black Box.
Emma had heard stories in the Hellfire Club, although she dismissed it in the past. Lately, the stories kept building up, as did the number of satisfied patrons who so happened to be affluent and powerful members of the Club's upper echelon. It was a kink service, for lack of a better description.
A kink service which specifically catered to empowered individuals like Emma. People like her tended to have odd tastes in entertainment, given the uniqueness of her line of work. What can she say? Extraordinary people look for extraordinary experiences.
A friend extended an invitation once, but Emma turned it down. A few years later, her curiosity got the better of her. She contacted the Box and received a prompt response. That led her here, all gussied up for a kinky night and standing alone in front of the big black gate.
Mustering up her courage, Emma swiped the invite card on the card reader and entered the premises. A few steps up the stairs, and she was at the front door.
A gentle knock later, the door swung open, and Emma was greeted by her host for the evening.
Emma lowered her head and stared past her shades in disbelief. A ruggedly handsome stranger with smooth oily black hair and kind green eyes, wearing a sharp silver-gray suit that wrapped tightly over his muscular frame, greeted her.
Every woman at one point in their lives had dreamed up their ideal fantasy man. This was hers.
Her wet dream made flesh and blood.
When he spoke, his voice was like warm honey to her ears. "Welcome, Ms. Frost. Won't you come in?"
Emma smiled, letting her facade fade and herself be charmed like some dumb country girl with a city boy. "And who might you be?"
"I am Lancaster Verona." The man replied, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. "I'll be your host for this evening's activities. Come, have a seat and we'll discuss the rules before we begin."
Activities.
Emma's heart pounded with excitement. As the woman got comfortable she noticed that her host wore gloves, and more importantly, she couldn't read his mind. In her world, everyone's minds were like open books in a vast library. Lancaster, on the other hand, was like a sealed tome. Try as she might, it felt like bumping into a wall every time she tried to reach him.
Lancaster Verona. Obviously, an alias. It was all part of the performance, she had to guess.
Lancaster poured her a drink and offered her a glass. "I must confess, I was pleasantly surprised to hear your interest. Tell me, what are your preferences?"
Emma leaned back into her chair and sat cross-legged while chewing on her finger. "I've never done this before... I suppose I'm just looking for a unique experience. Nothing too bold. I'm a little sensitive. Just something I'd enjoy, make the night memorable."
Lancaster mulled on her statement a bit. "Not too bold? But unique? Hmm... I believe I have just the thing."
Emma smiled nervously after downing three glasses. "I'm ready."
She stood up and followed Lancaster upstairs. There was some measure of confidence in her step. She knew she wasn't in any real danger, since she was perfectly capable of defending herself.
She just didn't want to be humiliated, no more than necessary.
Lancaster led Emma to a special room, a black 4x4 square meter black box containing a vast array of sex toys, equipment and harnesses. Emma had seen much in her time rising up the ranks at the Club. She'd never partaken in any of the deviant stuff before, but now that she was about to make her debut...
Plugs, plugs and more plugs of every size and shape. Dildos, whips, floggers and... whatever the ridged phallic shaped things were. Balls and beads, clamps and vibrators.
Emma swallowed the lump in her throat.
Lancaster held up a pretty white slave collar. It even had her name on it, engraved in gold. Emma's eyes widened as she stared at the abominable thing. Throwing Lancaster a sidewards glance, she flipped her hair and held it up to bare her lovely neck. Lancaster wrapped it securely around her throat, instilling a peculiar sense of submission in Emma after he tightened the strap.
Lancaster stood by and let Emma have a good look at everything.
There was a soft velvety red queen-sized bed with fuzzy cuffs attached to the frame on all four corners. Opposite of it stood a rack, complete with a set of leather shackles. A closet and a table stood on the far corner, holding every rod, plug and flogger imaginable. Emma ran her fingers across every toy and tool, marveling at the depravity and feeling rather excited about the things Lancaster was about to do to her.
Turning to her host, Emma saw him gesture for her to take off her coat.
She made a little show of it as she turned her back to him and let the coat fall. Lancaster caught it in one swift motion, helping her shrug off the thing and tossing it over the bed.
Emma was dressed in one of her favorite glittering scale dresses, which featured an overlapping set of flat crystals that cascaded gently over her womanly curves. It offered a generous amount of her lovely breasts and breathtaking legs. Emma smiled at Lancaster when she caught him ogling her.
She was used to having men look at her that way, but for a select few she was more than willing to show a little bit more.
"Do you want me to strip?"
Lancaster's lips twitched into a nasty smirk. With a press of a button, he played some soft music to set the mood. He approached her and daintily touched Emma's shoulders as if to test the waters. Emma let him hook his gloved fingers into the straps of her dress and drape it over her arms. Slowly, the dress slid down her slender frame until it bundled up around her ankles.
Emma didn't bother wearing a bra, but she did wear her favorite white thong. It hugged her butt and accentuated her cooch; it was so thin it may as well be butt-floss.
Wearing it made her feel very sexy. She knew Lancaster appreciated it.
"I hope you don't mind..." Emma purred as she swayed in rhythm with his body, moving with the music playing through the speakers. "I can be very sensual when in the mood."
"That's the point. I want you comfortable." Lancaster replied, giving Emma her little dance before leading her to the rack. With him being so close to her, she could smell his aftershave and musky deodorant. It stirred up something inside her.
Emma kept her eyes on him, even as he raised her arms above her head and slowly locked her wrists into the leather shackles. She shivered with anticipation, feeling very vulnerable as he pulled at the restraints and stretched her limbs out into a tight X.
"Before we begin, shall we settle on your safe word?" Lancaster declared.
"What?"
"A safe word, something special or difficult to pronounce. Can't have a comfortable session without it."
"I don't need a safe word."
Lancaster shook his head and chuckled, "My house my rules, Ms. Frost. Pick one. You might not feel it now, but everyone has their limits. Even you."
Emma pursed her lips and thought it over while Lancaster removed his jacket. She watched him roll up his sleeves and loosen his collar.
"Casanova."
"Excellent choice." Lancaster approached her and wheeled the rack over to the middle of the room. He paced Emma, circling her deliberately until he reappeared with a leather riding crop in one hand and a butt-plug in the other. "Have you ever played with toys before?"
Emma nodded slowly.
"Ever seen one of these?" He asked, holding up the plug.
Emma nodded again.
"Ever used it?"
Emma shook her head slowly, "No, but... I'm willing to try."
"That's the spirit." Lancaster set his tools aside, bit into the tip of his gloved finger, then removed his gloves one after the other. Finally, he tied her hair into a bun and wrapped a silk blindfold over her eyes.
Emma whined softly, but Lancaster silenced her with a tender kiss. A pleasant warmth ran through Emma's mind as she kissed him back. It felt wonderful, like she tasted heaven in those lips.
But it was over in an instant.
Now, all she could hear were the gentle shuffling of his feet and the subtle noise of Lancaster's tools being selected for the task at hand.
He walked up to Emma and touched the well-toned valley of her belly. As soon as his bare fingers made contact, delicious waves of ecstasy burned in the wake of his touch. Emma gasped, moaned and whimpered softly as he slid his hands all over the many curves and crevices of her naked body. He caressed her belly first, then crept up steadily until he was fondling her breasts.
She was so lovely, so deliciously plump. He felt and kneaded her bosom, making Emma sigh as he twiddled her pink nubs.
Slowly, he pinched them and made her gasp. Gentle pinches, like he was getting to know them first. Then firm tugs like he wanted to stretch them.
Suddenly, he twisted them with the gusto of a key in a car's ignition.
"Ah!" Emma moaned.
His touch was electric. It amplified her sensations and made good feel divine. Emma sang a sweet song while he molested her vulnerable body. He brushed his fingers, pinched and massaged a steady path down her back and down the well-toned valley of her stomach.
He had Emma panting breathlessly, even before he got to the best part.
She was very proud of her body, having taken good care of herself and sparing no expense at keeping her youthful glamour.
A hundred percent natural, without a single piece of plastic or mental illusion.
Emma's eyes fluttered, closing and opening randomly as she reveled in the foreplay. She didn't even notice that Lancaster had already walked up behind her and started playing with her pussy.
"You are very beautiful, Ms. Frost." Lancaster breathed.
"Thank you." Emma breathed, stifling a moan when he parted her pink folds and gently caressed the soft golden forest above her snatch. "Mmphh... easy."
Lancaster lingered on her for a bit, testing her by dipping his fingers into her honeypot. Emma trembled. She enjoyed having this handsome stranger inside her.
"H-How are you doing that?" She stammered.
"Doing what?" Lancaster whispered, his fingers tracing the sensitive pucker of her asshole. He'd slid his hand beneath her thong and between the crevice of her sumptuous buttcheeks.
"Your touch... it sets my nerves on fire."
Lancaster laughed, "I'm an empath, Ms. Frost. I can make you feel good just by touching you. It makes me very effective at my job. But really, my greatest gift is immunity to psychic powers. Keeps my patrons guessing."
Emma gasped when he began to touch her down there, sliding a warm hand down the slender curve of her spine to the crevice of her butt. He caressed her sumptuous cheeks, then slid his fingers between them. Slowly, gently, he massaged the sensitive pucker of her asshole.
"Mmmm..." Emma moaned softly. Enjoying her host's touch as he fingered her bum.
Her breath hitched when he slid one deep inside her, going up to the knuckle as he gauged her tightness.
Her whole body tensed up. Her fingers curled into fists and her chains rattled as she pulled taut. Her buttocks clenched and her thighs trembled. She endured his ministrations without complaining, pleasing her host with her obedience. He withdrew with a satisfied smile, planting a gentle smack on her rump after he was done. Emma hung her head, panting softly as wave after wave of pleasure ran up her spine.
"Ow." She moaned, squirming uncomfortably. Emma didn't like it that much, but she didn't tell him to stop.
"You like that, huh?" Lancaster purred, planting little kisses along the curve of Emma's spine. He did it again, slipping two fingers this time and stretching her butthole to its limit. Emma inhaled sharply and trembled. Every flex, every bend of his, sent little jolts of ecstasy.
Emma clung desperately to her restraints, making her chains rattle as her sphincter clamped down hard on his fingers.
Slowly, Lancaster oiled and loosened her up. At the same time, he played with her pussy and made Emma moist with want. Before she even realized it, he'd already parked the plug in her tight bottom. Once there, Emma was hit by another wave of pleasure that sent her legs quaking.
"Oomph! Fuck!" She felt her cheeks clench over and over again. And every time she did, it felt like a nonstop rollercoaster of sensations.
Lancaster guided her through the haze of emotions, bringing her back to the present with a firm pinch on her nipples.
"Ah!" Emma cried out in shock, throwing him a worried look as he slowly twisted her sensitive pink nubs. He kept going, giving them a good 180, before letting them snap back. Emma's massive jugs jiggled, rising up and down heavily as she drew a few desperate breaths.
"I... wow." She panted.
Then, she felt him inside her snatch. Her soft pink folds parted, allowing his fingers to breach the sanctity of her velvety cavern. Emma emitted a small cry of protest.
No one had ever touched her like that before.
Lancaster smiled gleefully as he played with her body. He delighted in Emma's squeals, eliciting a hundred different moans as he twisted his fingers maliciously to every angle. When he found her sweet spot, he attacked her without mercy.
Methodically, he finger-banged her till her juices ran thick. The air grew thick with the wet noises of her folds squishing themselves against his fingers, forming a sweet cacophony of sexual sounds together with Emma's enthusiastic mewls. Lancaster watched her fall to pieces even before he got to the part with the toys.
Emma sank down in a heap of loose trembling limbs and rattling chains. She felt good, unwound and happy. Her warm juices poured down her thighs, and she was drenched heavily with sweat.
She let out a long throaty moan and became silent.
"My my, you have a lot bottled up in there." Lancaster observed, cupping Emma by the chin and lifting her blindfold.
Emma smiled an open-mouthed toothy smile. Her lovely blue eyes were heavy with desire. She couldn't find the words. She was so happy. She could be bent over, ass up with her face flat against the bed, getting fucked senseless by him and she wouldn't even care.
"Wanna play a game with me?" Lancaster asked.
Emma nodded slowly.
Lancaster held up a vibrating dildo made out of silicone and plastic. "Game is simple. I slip this inside your ass, all oiled up and slick, and you try your best not to let it fall. If you do, I'll start whipping you."
Emma blinked twice. She smiled nervously and reluctantly agreed. She was too horny to say no.
Getting the fat dildo up her butt took a little effort, but Lancaster was a master at the game. He removed the buttplug with a firm twisting motion. It left her tight hole with a soft 'pop'. Six inches of dildo, all lubed up and vibrating madly, he got it all in Emma, taking her anal virginity and making her howl with sweet agony.
It felt very strange to have something parked so deeply in her ass, but at the same time it felt so fucking good.
Lancaster pulled up a chair and sat with one leg draped over his knee. He watched Emma strain to keep her sphincter tight over the dildo. It wasn't hard to keep herself tight at first, but eventually her ass started to loosen up. It got worse the longer the damn thing vibrated. Emma knew that she was going to lose the game. She just wanted to keep the dildo inside for a bit longer, as she loved the feeling of it stimulating her guts. Inch by inch, the dildo started to wriggle free from her.
Emma blushed and she leaned her face heavily into her arm. It felt like taking a big fat dump, only with this one she had a spectator.
"Fuuuuuck!" Emma howled. The dildo dropped to the floor. From the way a warm wetness settled over her thighs, she knew she just climaxed again.
Panting vigorously, Emma whined. "I'm sorry."
"Shhh, you did your best. Held on for a good ten minutes." Lancaster said, rising to caress her cheek.
"Are you... are you going to hit me?" Emma asked, gasping again when Lancaster rode the crop between her pussy lips.
Lancaster smiled, retrieving his riding crop. He raised it and ran the tip with the leather loop across her belly. Emma knew he was going to hit her, she just didn't know when. She braced herself, but the first blow didn't come when she expected it to. Lancaster tickled her pussy with the tip, then gently prodded her clit with a few nudges with the crop.
"You're doing well for your first time. I'm impressed." He said, planting a plug to close her gaping anus.
Emma opened her mouth to speak but was rudely interrupted when Lancaster planted a stinging pink welt across her hip. Her breath caught in her throat, and a quiet yelp escaped her lips. He grinned maliciously at her, then whacked her across the belly. Emma flinched. The sting was gone almost immediately, like a tender little love bite. Lancaster circled his slave. He planted little whips and welts all over her, focusing on her lower back and sumptuous bottom.
Lancaster circled her a second time, planting more welts all over her lower back and thighs. He was a master with the whip, hitting Emma with ruthless precision, granting every sensitive spot its due. Afterwards, he reached down and took hold of the plug. Emma moaned shamelessly as he uncorked her lovely pucker.
Overwhelmed and mad with want, Emma leaned heavily into her left arm. She sagged against her restraints, panting softly while she struggled to regain her composure.
"Let's try that again." Lancaster growled passionately in her ear.
He seized her by the neck, making Emma yip in surprise. Choosing a stainless-steel anal hook with a lovely little ball on the tip, Lancaster dragged the toy along Emma's back in a slow torturous manner. The cold steel stimulated her fiery nerves, driving her mad with desire. Without warning, he slid it inside her quivering asshole and secured the hook by tying its belt around Emma's waist.
He left her gasping and trembling with excitement. Then, he held up two nipple clamps, both of which he left dangling from each of her sensitive pink nubs.
"Ooh, you bastard!" Emma moaned, wincing from the delicious pain lancing up from her breasts.
There were more games after that. More nasty things getting shoved inside her holes. The hours ticked on; Emma lost count of the times she climaxed. Her mind drifted in a sea of sensations, severed from reality. She was certain it was more than her body could handle, because by the time she could form a coherent thought, she couldn't walk straight.
Her night became filled with raunchy little games, which added it up to an unforgettable experience. With his masterful empathic touch, Lancaster drove Emma through climax after climax. And although Emma often felt she was reaching her limits; Lancaster was always gracious enough to keep well within her acceptable boundaries.
Lancaster offered her some water after he untied her. Their games left Emma dehydrated and weak as a newborn kitten. He helped her sit on the bed while Emma recovered. Her thighs were drenched with her cum juices, her hair was wild and disheveled. Her makeup was runny, and her voice was hoarse from screaming her lungs out.
She was a total mess, although Lancaster thought she looked very sexy in her ruined vulnerable state.
"That was fun." Emma croaked, rubbing her neck.
"It was. How do you feel?"
Emma smiled shyly, "Unburdened? Happy? I'd say 'liberated' is the right term. Thank you, Lancaster."
"You are most welcome. I'm impressed you didn't use your safe word."
"I didn't need it. I trusted you. I still do."
Lancaster nodded, "And that, Emma, is the very essence of the lost art of bondage. What we shared tonight was special. Anyone can use a whip and set of chains on someone then call it 'bondage'... But without the trust, it's all rubbish. Do you understand?"
"I do." Emma agreed.
"I had a lovely time with you." He said, taking a seat beside Emma. "I'm sorry there aren't enough hours in a day... but all things must come to an end."
"Not forever, I hope." Emma downed her glass and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Will I... May I see you again?"
Lancaster looked at her thoughtfully, "You may, although I'll have you know- I have many patrons-"
"Not what I meant. I meant... after work hours."
"Ah."
Emma leaned back, confident in herself as she was accustomed to getting whatever she wanted. "Darling, trust me... I'm worth your time. A lot more than they are."
"Oh, but you haven't met my patrons. Most of them are quite attached. If I spend time with you, any more than I do with them... it might complicate things."
"You can't blame me for being a little selfish." Emma reached out and brushed her hand across Lancaster's thigh.
"Hmmm..." Lancaster rumbled. He stood up and took Emma by the hand. "That would be an understatement. But I'll consider your request."
Emma dressed herself and donned her coat. She washed up in the bathroom then followed her host to the door. Before leaving, she leaned in close and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Don't make me wait long."
"Emma." Lancaster said, clearing his throat. He crossed his arms and looked at her expectantly, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Emma looked at him, confused by his inquiry.
Lancaster tilted his head towards the white slave collar sitting on the bed. He picked it up and motioned for Emma to approach. Obediently, the woman walked over and bared her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled as the firm leather strap tightened around her throat.
"There." Lancaster spoke softly in her ear and nuzzled her hair, "Much better."
Emma left the house, wrapping her mink coat tightly around her body as an inexplicable feeling of humiliation nagged at her psyche like hunger pangs. She silenced her thoughts and raced for her car.
Her hands trembled as she clung to the steering wheel. Mustering up the mental strength to begin her journey back home, Emma braced herself and drove away from the quiet neighborhood.
All throughout the trip, her mind replayed the events of the day in perfect clarity, which did little to ease her tormented disposition.
Pulling up to a stop in her very own driveway, the residual sensations that Lancaster put in her reached a critical point. She could bear it no longer. Letting out a frustrated growl, Emma opened her coat and started touching herself. She imagined being in Lancaster's bed, his firm hands pinning her down, while he fucked the ever-loving shit out of her.
She slid her fingers inside her moist snatch, imagining that it was his fingers.
She tried to imitate the way he finger-banged her on the rack and was even more frustrated when she found that she couldn't. It was as if Lancaster knew her body more intimately than she knew herself.
Trembling with mounting indignation, Emma glared at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
She could hardly wait for their next meeting.