While Claudio was speaking to the waiter, Chantelle and I finished our ports and a busboy cleared our table. The dull orange glow of the sun was no match for the lights of the city, and would soon give way to the night. I was wondering if I was becoming a nuisance. I looked at Chantelle, who was organising her handbag.

"Chantelle, are you sure it's okay if I tag along again tonight? I don't want to overstay my welcome... or cramp your style."

"Nonsense Roger, of course it's okay. You must learn to stop being so cute," she grinned. "Actually I was hoping to convince you to come, I know someone who is looking forward to seeing you again."

"I don't need much convincing, I really love your place," I smiled.

"I'm glad," she said smiling at me. "Do you want to know who I'm talking about?"

"You know I do, I'm just trying to be less cute."

"Well it's not working," she winked.

She took a small black plastic box from her handbag, hesitated a moment, then pressed one of the buttons on it. In moments Jonathan, the head of security from the Domina Flagrante, came bounding up the stairs with a gun drawn.

Seconds went in slow motion as I assessed the panicked look in his eye, and the shiny silver magnum he held in his huge black hands. I literally flew out of my chair, one arm around Chantelle, knocking her to the floor and rolling on top of her.

I had my eyes clenched in fear as one second, then another, and then another passed. Just as my curiosity about what was happening started to peak, Claudio's wild cackling burst into my ears.

"What are you two doing?" he asked, looking down on us and laughing fitfully.

Jonathan rushed over, slipping the gun back into its holster under his black suit. "Gosh I'm sorry Mr. Moore, and Ma'am... I think you pressed the wrong button again Ma'am."

Chantelle was trying to stifle a giggle as I rolled off her, looking up into two smiling faces. Jonathan held out his hand for me to grab and I took it, but not before Chantelle leaned into me slipping her hand under my jacket, and kissed my cheek tenderly, whispering, "My hero." Jonathan then pulled me to my feet, and Claudio did the same for Chantelle.

Jonathan started quickly brushing me down, muttering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle anyone, I'm sorry Ma'am, but you can't be too careful."

"It's all right Jonathan," Chantelle moved to humour him. "You were doing exactly as instructed. I just have to get this goddamned remote figured out."

"I think we should get out of here," I said.

"I agree," said Claudio.

"I'll bring the car around Ma'am."

"Thank you Jonathan."

Once he had left, the three of us stood there looking at each other.

"I guess I owe you an explanation Roger," said Chantelle.

All I could do was nod at her. I was quite freaked. The last time I saw a gun was, god, five years ago, when my ex-wife tried to talk me into buying one. I ended up deciding against the idea. I knew she couldn't handle one and I had no interest in using it. I knew who would be protecting who. Frankly I didn't want a gun in the house.

The three of us made our way out front to the waiting limousine. Riding in a limo was another first for me. I annoyed the both of them by pressing every button and throwing every switch. While Jonathan drove back to the Domina Flagrante, Chantelle began to tell me something I preferred not to know.

"I've had a series of death threats Roger. A female and a male are involved. I don't know who they are."

"Jeez," I offered, popping out another drink holder.

"You understand my life may be in danger?"

"I'm sorry Chantelle," I said, looking at her and paying attention. "I'm all ears."

"I'm just frightened, that's all. I mean poor Jonathan is not even trained as a bodyguard, but I don't know anyone else who would do the job."

"Why don't you hire someone?" I asked.

"I can't stand those ex-cop types, or ex-military types, who do nothing but ogle the girls and disrespect me and the way I live my life. They are oafs... they would be unreliable in a crisis... in my estimation, Jonathan is the best bodyguard I can find."

"I'm not going to question your judgment Chantelle."

"Thank you, Roger."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"Honestly Roger, it's probably nothing... I've always had an overactive imagination..." Chantelle tried to grin, but it faded.

Claudio had been sitting back in a corner of the limousine, looking out the window. He suddenly sat forward and gesticulated wildly, like he was breaking someone's neck in mid air.

"If anyone ever hurt you, I'd tear them limb from limb!"

"Oh Claudio, don't be so dramatic..." said Chantelle unconvincingly.

The three of us sat quietly the rest of the way, which was only a few blocks, but took fifteen minutes in the evening traffic. Claudio turned up the music and Chantelle slid down in her seat and plopped her stiletto-clad feet in my lap.

"Massage?" she half shouted.

"Sure," I said loudly, and proceeded to unbuckle her shoes and slip them off. With a gentle and deft touch, I eased the tension in her feet.

She leaned back and closed her eyes. I sat back in the plush leather seat and wondered what the fuck I was doing there.

It struck me that Chantelle was about to tell me who was looking forward to seeing me, just before the 'incident' at the restaurant. I could only think of one person who might be looking forward to seeing me.

Josephine.

Josephine of the perpetually aroused nipples. Playful Josephine. Chantelle's Josephine. I really didn't know the nature of their relationship. Was Josephine Chantelle's to give? Or a free agent that had attached herself to Chantelle? They seemed pretty close. I really didn't know and was starting to feel a headache coming on. I smiled and shook my head.

The limo then stopped, and the music went off at the same time as the darkened glass separating us from Jonathan smoothly and quietly slid down.

Jonathan turned around and said, "We're here Ma'am."

"Thank you Jonathan," Chantelle replied, while straightening in her seat and putting her shoes back on.

Chantelle looked at me and read my mind.

"You are coming in aren't you Roger? I'd really like to have another chat with you about a few things."

The sparkle had returned to her eye. It must have been something to do with feeling comfortable on her own turf. I couldn't help but smile.

"All right, but just for a couple of drinks."

Chantelle smirked at me. The door of the limousine opened and the enormous frame of Jonathan loomed in it, with his huge hand reaching into the car.

"May I help you out Ma'am," he asked.

"It's all right Jonathan," she replied looking right at me. "Roger can escort me, you go get the door open."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I helped Chantelle out of the limousine and we walked quickly to the doorway with Claudio riding shotgun close behind. I was wondering about the nature of these threats and whether or not Chantelle was playing them up or down. As we stood inside and Jonathan took our coats, Chantelle again seemed to read my mind.

"I'm sorry about this Roger."

"It's all right Chantelle. Let's get a drink and relax."

"You read my mind."

Well, that was a first.

Chantelle rose to her full five foot two inches plus heels and took a deep breath, visibly exhaling tension. She looked first at me, then at Claudio, and smiled a cheeky smile.

"Let's go down to the Dungeon!"

"The Dungeon?" I asked.

"Mhmmm... this might knock your socks off Roger, so hold onto your hat." Chantelle was a changed person.

We three walked side by side deeper into the Domina Flagrante, past the salon and on past the main staircase and around a corner to a huge set of double doors, through which the muffled beat of music pulsed. The song was by Depeche Mode, but I couldn't remember the name of it.

"Roger, Claudio, let's have some fun!"

She stepped forward and took the handles of each door in her hands and pulled. Of course the heavy doors opened effortlessly, and it was like she "threw" them open with a flourish. The music was loud but fortunately something I liked. I almost bounced down the stairs as the three of us walked arm in arm. I had no idea what to expect.

The scene as we rounded the corridor leading to the Dungeon took me by surprise. It was basically a bar and dance floor with a twist. It became apparent almost immediately that this was the area the regulars frequented. People sat on plush leather lounges or kneeled on sumptuous ornate cushions. Some stood at the bar, some were dancing, and some were obviously mingling and 'playing the field'. Some of them were clothed, and some were less so.

"What is this place?" I half shouted to Claudio.

"This is where people come for some fun!" he roared, before disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

"Look out!" said Chantelle, laughing and pointing.

At that moment I was almost knocked over by a flying Josephine. She jumped into me with her arms wide and I had barely enough time to adjust and catch her. Fortunately I did and I held her in my arms grinning. I don't know why but she kissed me strongly and mouthed the words, "I missed you", before wriggling free and standing before me blushing madly.

"I think I've had a bit to drink Sir!" she yelled a bit too loudly.

"So I see," I said loud enough for her to hear, with a big grin on my face.

"Come with me!" Chantelle beckoned over the din. Josephine grinned up at me and hooked her arm in mine. We followed Chantelle between the bar and the dance floor into the back corner of the Dungeon.

A waiter, sans shirt, picked up the reserved sign from the table to which Chantelle had led us, and rushed off with drink orders. In moments he returned and we settled in to watch the crowd with drinks in hand. Josephine leaned into me, pressing her breast against my arm.

"May I sit in your lap, Sir?!"

For some reason I glanced at Chantelle, who nodded ever so slightly. I leaned into Josephine's ear and spoke more softly.

"Of course you may, it would be my pleasure."

She giggled with a girlish smile and clambered onto my lap. I slid my arms around her as she sat upright and looked first at Chantelle, who smiled, then at me. I did likewise.

"What's the time?!" she yelled too loudly.

I looked at my watch. It was almost ten o'clock. I wondered briefly where the time went.

"Almost ten!"

"Great! Watch!"

We sat and watched the writhing bodies on the dance floor and the comings and goings from the bar. Minutes ticked by and Josephine seemed to be getting more and more excited. I wondered for the umpteenth time what was going on. Chantelle just shrugged. Suddenly the music stopped and a big cheer went up from the crowded floor. Josephine cheered too and clapped while bouncing in my lap. I looked across at Chantelle. She just smiled.

Then all hell broke loose.

A loud gong of a bell tolled and people started rushing everywhere. Then another gong and I realised only about half the people were actually doing the rushing. Another bell tolled and men and women were kissing and cuddling. Another bell and then another, with some people kissing others shoes, some kneeling before others and caressing the standing one. Josephine looked at me and leaned into me, kissing me hard and reaching down between her legs to stroke between mine.

I immediately felt myself start to respond to her insistent and urgent caresses as another bell gonged. She sucked my tongue hotly into her mouth and my cock thickened further. Another bell tolled and she moaned into my mouth and gripped my hardening cock firmly. I was lost in her aggressive behaviour and was shocked and excited. Another bell tolled and Josephine sat upright, her chest heaving, and her hands on my shoulders. She smiled at me and the room burst into cheers. Chantelle too was clapping and whooping. I looked around and no one was looking at me. I wondered what just happened.

The music started again, just as loud as before, and everyone started dancing and mingling like nothing happened! I was momentarily distracted when I thought I saw a familiar face in the crowd on the dance floor, but I figured I was mistaken.

Chantelle leaned into my ear and spoke loudly.

"Ten at Ten!"

"What?"

"Ten at Ten!! Ten seconds at ten o'clock for the submissives to do what they want!"

I just shook my head and laughed.

Chantelle laughed too.

"Let's get out of here!" I yelled.

"Huh?!"

"I said, let's get out of here!!"

"Good idea!"

Chantelle stood and took my hand. She whispered something to Josephine, who pouted and skipped off into the crowd of bodies on the dance floor. I waved to her when she looked back over her shoulder. She winked at me before disappearing.

I felt a little like a puppy being led. Chantelle negotiated her way through the crowd while dragging me along behind her. Of course everyone was parting before her, which gave me a last opportunity to scan the crowd as we were leaving.

Then I saw her.

It was Annie. From the office. She was turned sideways and didn't see me. I was certain it was her. She looked different. Her blonde hair was up in spikes. She had her arms around a guy who seemed to be talking into her ear. He was tall but bent over, and I couldn't see his face.

I wanted to stop and make sure it was her, but Chantelle was oblivious, and continued towards the bottom of the stairs. Looking back over my shoulder, trying to maintain a visual on Annie, the guy stood up and smiled at her. It was Claudio.

Once again I found myself wondering what was going on. As the music faded and Chantelle and I ascended the stairs, I surprised myself by realising I wasn't intrigued at all by Annie's presence in the Domina Flagrante.

What surprised me was that she was dancing with Claudio.

Chantelle and I reached the top of the stairs and she pushed the large doors open ahead of her. As the doors closed and the thumping base was muted, we both looked at each other and laughed.

"It's mad down there!" I exclaimed.

"It's the Dungeon!" Chantelle grinned.

I shook my head and smiled at her. "Did you see who Claudio was dancing with?"

"I didn't see Claudio at all once he left us..."

"He was dancing with a girl from my work."

"Oh... that might be awkward."

"I'm not worried about being recognised by her if that's what you mean."

We'd begun walking back towards the bottom of the main staircase. It led to her office and I guessed we were heading there.

"What is her name?" Chantelle asked as she swung around the balustrade.

"Annie... Annie Wilkinson."

"Okay... submissive, cute, short blonde, nothing special, tight little ass though."

"Yeah, that's her."

"She's been a member here for two years Roger."

"I wonder how she can afford it."

"I don't ask..."

I really wanted to ask what else Chantelle knew about her, but as we reached the top of the stairs and caught our breaths for a moment, there was a thud and a muted scream from the first door in the corridor leading to Chantelle's office.

"Um..." said Chantelle, as she turned and trotted the five yards to the door. She withdrew her black master card from a concealed pocket in her tight skirt and slid it through the lock on the door and it whirred open.

Looking at her straining her neck into the room and on one foot due to the balancing act she was doing, I started to think, "God, she is so gorgeous."

She had a short conversation with someone in the room then beckoned for me to follow and pushed the door open wider. It was pretty dark inside actually, not like a Medical Room at all, but there were a few lights surrounding the medical table we were heading towards.

Chantelle whispered in my ear. "This is the Medical Room. As you can see, we have tattooists here, as well as piercers, and of course this room can also be used as a playroom."

I was wide eyed as the door whirred shut behind us, and Chantelle led me over to a young woman prone on the table, her legs up in stirrups while the buzz of a tattooist's needle worked between her legs.

"Hello Gloria, I see you are having some more work done."

We stood beside her and I couldn't make out what the tattooist was doing, except it was words, rather than an image, he was tattooing.

"Yes Ma'am, Michael wishes to... ouch! heyyy... take it easy."

The tattooist looked up from his work and eyed us standing and watching.

"Andre, this is Roger."

Andre pulled the medical mask down off his face.

"Pleased to meet you Roger," he said before repositioning the mask and turning back to his task.

"I kicked him before. He fell off his chair!"

Andre rolled his eyes at me.

"What does it say?"

A large figure strode towards us from outside the light illuminating the girl's torso and I almost went to stand between he and Chantelle. But just before I did, Chantelle introduced us.

"Roger, this is Michael. Michael was kind enough to allow us to observe."

"Hello Michael."

"Greetings Roger, pleased to meet you."

God he was a huge man. All tattoos and beard. I thought he looked like Santa Claus meets the Hell's Angels. He stood a few inches taller than me and was 60-70 lbs heavier. But you wouldn't know it from his voice. He was so quietly spoken I had to strain to hear him, while my eyes flicked back between Gloria's legs.

"It's ok Roger, you can look. She is such a showoff, the little slut."

I turned my head to try to make out what was being tattooed but couldn't decipher it.

"It says, 'His Slut', if you were wondering."

I watched as the 'L' took shape under Andre's practiced hand.

"I see," I replied.

Why anyone would want "His Slut" tattooed over their pubic bone was beyond me, but Gloria provided somewhat of an answer.

"It was either that or a butterfly, and I already have a butterfly," she explained through clenched teeth.

Michael by now was standing beside us, also looking down on Gloria.

"Pinch your nipples."

"Yes Sir," replied Gloria, and reached up, pinching her nipples without hesitation.

"She's to be punished after this too," Michael went on. "I wanted, 'Michael's Slut', but she wouldn't have it. Sounds like a fair trade to me, eh Roger?" He poked me in the ribs.

"Um, yeah, sounds like it." I looked at Chantelle, completely clueless once again.

She slipped her arm in mine and pulled me down to her ear.

"They've only been together a couple of months."

I nodded. I still didn't know why Gloria would want such a delicate area tattooed.

"Oh, god." It was Gloria, still pinching her nipples hard, and her eyes were closed, her head lolling from side to side on her shoulders.

"Here she cums again," said Andre.

Michael quickly moved around behind us and stood leaning over Andre, holding Gloria's knees down in the stirrups.

"Keep going," he ordered.

"Okay," said Andre.

"Ohhh godd, fuckkkkk..."

Michael shook his head and winked at me.

"She's such a dirty girl."

Chantelle and I stood side by side watching and I felt her hand slide into mine as Gloria writhed and came as she was tattooed. I'd never seen anything like it, and thought I never would again.

"Seen enough Roger?" Chantelle asked.

"Um, yeah. Thanks Michael."

"No problem. Nice meeting you."

"Thank you again Michael. We appreciate it," said Chantelle.

"Welcome Chantelle, anything for you."

Gloria still had her eyes closed, and her nipples crushed between her fingers. She was muttering something under her breath, so I figured she wouldn't mind if I left without saying goodbye.

I took one more look at her, and smiled. Amazing.

Chantelle squeezed my hand and led me to the door. I didn't look back.

We walked the rest of the way down the corridor to her office and she let us inside.

"Drink Roger?"

"Love one. Thanks."

She proceeded to mix a brace of drinks before dropping ice into them and handing me one.

"What did you think?"

"I think that's gotta hurt, right on the bone like that..."

"I'm sure it does," she replied.

"I don't know what would posses a woman to do something like that."

"Don't underestimate Gloria, Roger." Chantelle motioned me to follow her through the curtains into her private area. I smiled as she turned the lights up for me. Such a barbaric room. I looked around and found I could identify almost everything in the room. Not like the last time.

"Well, I guess it wasn't too bad. I mean she came didn't she?"

"Yes, and it probably wasn't the last time. Gloria adores her pain, she really loves it."

"Sounds like you know her well Chantelle."

"She works here."

"Oh, okay."

We sat sipping our drinks at either end of her plush leather lounge, before Chantelle motioned to me.

"Come on, sit closer to me Roger."

"Sure," I said, and sidled up to her.

She sat her drink down on the table beside her and put her hand on my leg, turning towards me and looking into my eyes.

"Did it turn you on?"

"Um, you mean the Medical Room?"

"Mhmmm."

"Well, I guess so. A bit. I mean it was pretty bizarre."

"Not exactly your cup of tea then..."

"No, um, not really."

Chantelle was brushing down my thigh with her open hand, then back up with her nails. I could feel my cock coming to life. I had to have a woman soon, I mean I was starting to shake at her touch, but... surely not Chantelle?

Chantelle's hand slid from my thigh as I stood up quickly and paced across the small room. I put my drink down on a small side table and leaned against it. I was hoping my cock wasn't too prominent in my pants. I mean, Chantelle was beautiful, but I knew she wasn't right for me.

"You need a man, Chantelle." I had my back facing her, giving myself a few more seconds.

"I have one right here."

I turned around, and she was inches from me, her arms reaching up around my neck.

"I don't know..." I started, before my words were cut off by her kiss.

One hand gently held the side of my neck, while the other slid into my hair, pulling me firmly down to her. Her lips were soft and warm. They parted and I kissed her and she slid her moist tongue into my mouth. The tip of it swirled around my tongue, and my cock reversed direction.

I closed my eyes, reeling in the sensations. Her nails on my neck. Her tongue hotly playing with mine. Her breath, warm and sweet. Halting in her passion. I was stunned by her eagerness. What had come over her? I brought my hands slowly up over her hips. I could feel her smooth skin through the thin skirt she was wearing. She wasn't wearing underwear.

My hands came to rest on her waist and held her against me. She moaned softly. Her tongue was so soft. She tasted like honey. I felt her fingers starting to slide my tie undone. Her kiss was becoming frantic and her fingers fumbled. A flush of pleasure spread through my body, and my cock was becoming steel hard. What was I doing?

"Chantelle," I moaned, the words crushed between our lips. "Chantelle, please."

"It's just sex Roger," she whispered breathlessly. She kissed me hard again, tightening her grip in my hair and pulling at my tie in frustration.

"No it's not," I said and pressed her hips away from me gently.

She held me tight, trying to kiss me more, but in an instant we both knew the moment had passed.

She still held me, one hand in my hair and the other holding my tie like a leash, but her eyes softened.

She stopped being so insistent and looked up at me through her lashes and smiled, showing her teeth.

"Can I just feel it again?"

"I'm not going to run away," I grinned.

She turned her body a little, separating us down one side and let go of my tie. She smiled at me then looked down. She placed her hand over my cock, squeezing its rock solid hardness gently.

"I haven't had a cock in so long. How can you not want to? God you are so hard."

"I do want to... you are beautiful and very sexy."

I was speaking to the top of her head. She was watching her hand, holding and gripping my cock through my pants. She looked up at me, and we spoke in hushed tones.

"You are beautiful Roger, that's why I wanted you to fuck me." She still held and caressed my cock gently.

"It won't happen like this Chantelle. If I have you, it won't be like this. I want more than this. Maybe more than you can give."

"You have incredible self-control Sir... and a beautiful cock." She gave it a final soft squeeze while looking into my eyes then scraped her nails across it. I shuddered a little and felt precum pulse to the tip.

"I want this. This closeness and openness and friendship. With you. With you Chantelle. I've never met anyone like you. Anyone even remotely like you. I need your guidance. I need your friendship and your guidance so much."

"Oh Roger," she slid her arms around my waist and hugged her body against me. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I lifted her face to mine. God her lips were luscious. "It's not every day a guy like me gets an offer like that from a woman like you."

"You need to get out more," she smiled.

"I think you're right," I smiled back.

Though I remained half-hard, I was able to sit comfortably when Chantelle took my hand and led me back to the couch. We sat at either end again, our bodies turned slightly toward each other and smiling like teenagers caught necking.

"Can I hold your hand while I tell you something Roger?"

I reached for her hand and moved a little closer.

"You are by far the most impressive man I have ever met in my life."

"Oh, come o..."

"Hush."

I hushed... and blushed.

"You are charming and innocent. Worldly and untouched by the world. Sensitive and yet so so strong. You are physically imposing, and yet unthreatening. You listen like no other man I have met. And when you speak I can't help but listen."

"Chantelle, I um..."

"You must make me a promise." She was kidding but she was wagging a finger at me.

I smiled at her.

"What is it?"

"I want you to promise me you'll talk to me about who you are with. I want to make sure no one spoils you."

"All right. I promise."

I got up to get my drink from the side table across the room. I could feel her eyes on me.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Just getting this... I almost forgot where I put it..."

I turned around and jiggled my drink, making the ice clink against the side of the glass. Chantelle smiled at me and sipped hers. I took another look around the room and one piece of "furniture" intrigued me. It was made of wood and had pieces sticking out of it and cushioned parts here and there.

"I had that custom made," Chantelle said.

"What is it?"

"I call it 'porky', short for porcupine."

" 'cause of all the bits sticking out?"

"Yes. Okay, not very imaginative."

"You know, at first glance, I was thinking what on earth could you do with this... now I'm thinking, 'think of the possibilities'."

Chantelle just smiled.

Looking over at her I noticed the three whips mounted up on the wall behind her. Actually it was two floggers flanking a whip. I thought it was sort of 'arty', how they were arranged. I walked back over toward her and stood a couple of feet in front of her.

I pointed up at the whip and floggers.

"Where does one buy these kinds of things?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Chantelle finished the drink in her hand, and stood and turned to the wall. She reached out and took down one of the floggers.

"You can buy cheap stuff from sex shops of course. Stuff that might not last, or might break, or worse, malfunction. I mean sex shops are fine for things like vibrators, buttplugs and handcuffs, but when it comes to stuff like this," she ran the tails of the flogger through her fingers lovingly, "floggers, whips, leather cuffs, crops etc, it's best to go with an expert. Someone connected to the merchandise. Then it's likely they'll explain how to maintain it, and fix it if necessary."

I figured one would have to look after anything made of leather, so I nodded.

"Here."

She passed the flogger to me. I looked over it closely. I noted the herringbone style handle, the light weight, and the supple tails, of which there were many.

"It's beautiful."

"It's yours."

"Chantelle, I think you have given me enough."

"Roger, I have ten more of them in storage. I buy them in bulk. It's no problem." She winked.

"This is awkward. Please let me pay for it. I already feel indebted to you, Chantelle. "

She sighed. "Silly boy... okay, I'll put it on your tab."

"I have a tab?"

"You do now."

"Thanks Chantelle. I'll never forget this night."

"Nor will I Roger. I'll always remember it as the night I almost fucked you."

I blushed a little and felt warm.

"I'll probably be kicking myself by the time I get home," I smiled.

"I hope so," she smiled back. "Finished your drink?" she asked, holding out her hand for my glass.

"Yes thanks." I passed her the glass and looked down at the flogger in my hands, further admiring it. "I can't just walk out of here with this in my hands."

"Inside you might get mobbed... outside you might get arrested. Actually, I have some nice carry cases in storage too, but I think Adrian put them downstairs somewhere... Why don't you leave it here for now? If you visit tomorrow, or tomorrow evening, or even if I don't see you till Saturday night, I'll have it all organised for you. I'll put a crop in too."

"You are too good to me."

Chantelle smiled and held her arms out to me. I went to her and we embraced. She kissed my cheek, and I kissed hers.

"I need good friends Roger, and in you, I know I have chosen well."

"I'm humbled by your confidence in me."

"Oh stop it. Go on, get outta here. You know the way out. I have, um, something to take care of." She winked and sucked a finger.

I knew what she meant. I had been thinking the same thing. God, I almost wavered. But I held on.

"Now look who's being cute... I'll see you soon Chantelle."

"Call me tomorrow and I'll let you know if everything is 'go' for Saturday night."

"I will." I smiled at her as she walked me to the door and handed me my suit jacket.

I pulled it on over my shoulders while I stood outside the door.

"Talk to you tomorrow."

"I hope so Roger." She looked so sexy leaning in the doorway.

I turned around and started walking down the corridor. The door clicked behind me. I felt strangely relieved.

Like I'd avoided making a mistake.

As I walked down the corridor, I remembered to look above each of the doors, to see what each room was called. They all had small signs over them, like the Medical Room. The first sign said "Class Room". It was on my left. I turned and looked up. "Auditorium". Then "Bath Room" on the left, and "Gym Room" on the right. Then just before the end of the corridor, there was "Training Room" on the left, and "Medical Room" on the right.

I just shook my head. I couldn't even imagine what might be going on behind those doors. I stood at the top of the stairs and looked down into the foyer. An occasional couple left the salon, heading for home I guessed. I put my hand on the banister and walked slowly down the staircase. I felt surprisingly clearheaded. No doubt because I hadn't actually drunk that much.

I looked at my watch and it was almost midnight. At the bottom of the stairs I heard the 'thump thump thump' of the music coming from the Dungeon. For a fleeting moment I thought I might head down there. I wondered if I could catch up with Annie. Then I thought it might be useful to keep to myself the knowledge of her membership here. For now at least. Then I remembered she was dancing with Claudio. Ahhh! "Too many questions."

I headed for the exit, thinking I could do with an early night.

"You weren't going to leave before saying goodbye were you Sir?"

Annie? I spun around to see Josephine, standing at the entrance to the salon alone, and looking ravishing.

"Josephine. I'm happy to see you." Such a pretty girl. She reminded me of a secretary I had in my old life. Her height was the only average thing about her. Her black hair was tucked behind her ears and she had her hands clasped behind her back. She noticed me looking her up and down and her big brown eyes turned down to the floor as I walked up to her.

"Have you enjoyed your evening Sir?" she asked with her head bowed.

"It's been very... interesting... you may look at me Josephine."

"Thank you Sir," she looked up at me, "I'm glad Sir."

"Why are you glad?"

"Um, lots of reasons Sir. But I'm mostly glad you enjoyed your evening."

"Well, I better get going. I promised myself an early night."

"Sir?"

"Yes Josephine?"

"Um, Sir, can you give me a lift Sir? It's not far."

"Sure. It would be my pleasure."

She almost jumped up and down she was so excited. She beamed at me and slid her arm through mine.

"I hope you don't mind riding in a piece of junk."

"Will you be in it?"

"I will be."

"Then I don't mind."

She giggled and held my arm tight as we passed by Adrian at the exit.

"Night Mr. Moore."

"Good night Adrian."

Outside, we walked down the street toward my car. "People are going to talk aren't they?" I asked.

Josephine looked up at me with those sexy big brown eyes.

"I hope so!"

Her apartment really was quite close. I pulled up in a space out the front and turned off the engine.

"Please come up for a nightcap Sir, please!"

I smiled. She had to be kidding. She was a forty year old's dream.

"I'd love to."

She bounced out of the car giggling, and ran up to the front door, fumbling with her keys. I locked the car and walked up beside her. As I arrived she managed to unlock the door and we stepped inside. She took me by the hand and led me to the elevators. When it arrived we stepped inside and she pressed 'six'.

As soon as the doors closed she turned to me and we looked at each other. Lust was in both of our eyes. I'd had more teasing tonight than I could take.

"You're going to fuck me aren't you Sir?" she whispered as she reduced the distance between us.

"I am."

We almost bumped into each other as we kissed passionately. Her little tongue darted all around my mouth before I pressed it back into her mouth with mine. Her hands held my back tightly and she wrapped a leg around the back of mine. She sucked hard on my tongue and it hurt.

I brought my hands up to the sides of her face and pried her off me.

"You'll pay for that."

"I hope so," she whispered huskily.

Just as I kissed her again the elevator bounced at its destination and the doors opened.

"Come on!" she implored, and took my hand again, dragging me to her front door. Again she fumbled with her keys and almost dropped them.

"Give them to me."

She handed me the keys and as I tried each one, Josephine snuck her hand down to the front of my pants and gripped my cock through the fabric.

"Gee..." she breathed.

"You're not helping Josephine."

"Sorry Sir," she giggled, but kept right on massaging my cock.

The key finally turned and I pushed open the door.

Josephine ran in ahead of me and into her bedroom I guessed. In moments soft jazz music was playing and Josephine called out for me to make myself at home. I walked around the small apartment, removed my jacket and laid it over the back of the couch. I slid open the sliding door to the balcony and stepped out onto it. It was a beautiful night. Still and cloudless.

"Can I get you anything Sir?"

I turned around and went silent. Josephine had changed into a pair of tiny black lace tanga panties and that was it. My eyes trailed down her lovely body and I noticed she was standing on her tip toes.

"I think I have everything I need right here," I replied.

She squealed and rushed into my arms.

"God I'm so horny," she whispered between kisses.

I picked her up and carried her inside in my arms, straight into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. Her natural olive skin looked almost coffee coloured in the half light. She stretched languidly and arched her back. I stood at the end of the bed and untied the knot in my tie and undid my shirt. Looking down on her, I hardly found the space in my brain to feel self conscious. I mean, the panties were so sexy. But I wanted to see all of her.

"Take off your panties."

"Yes Sir," she whispered.

She turned the bottom half of her body sideways and brought her knees up. Then she slowly wound her panties over her ass and down her legs. I got a tantalising glimpse of her pussy before she turned around and got up on her knees on the bed.

There before me she knelt.

Hands by her sides. Her eyes looking into mine and her lips slightly parted. She slowly drew her tongue across them. Her legs were open a little and her tiny pussy was shaved bare. The nipples I had dreamed about just last night were hard and crinkled beautifully.

"God you are beautiful."

"Thank you Sir," she smiled, eyes sparkling.

I folded my shirt loosely and dropped it to the floor. I stood back up and wanted to just drink her in for a moment. I stood with my hands on my hips and was suddenly struck with the knowledge that I was standing over my first submissive.

I felt a warm flush tremble through my body. Adrenaline flowed through my veins like electricity. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I cursed for leaving the flogger at the Domina Flagrante. I never even thought of it.

"May I ask you a question Sir?"

"Yes."

"I like the way you look at me Sir, but what are you thinking about?" she grinned.

"I'm a little awestruck I guess."

"Not sure what to do with me?" she giggled.

"I feel like just looking at you for a moment."

She tipped her head forward and spoke down at the bed.

"Then tell me to be quiet Sir."

"Be quiet Josephine."

"Yes Si..."

I held my hand up to halt her and she did. She had followed my hand with her eyes, and was smiling wickedly and biting her lip.

"Don't speak. If I ask you a question, only nod your head if the answer is yes, shake it if it is no."

She nodded her head, and continued to smile. I walked around and up one side of her bed. Her eyes followed me but she kept her head and body facing the foot of the bed.

I reached out and under her chin, turning her face up and toward me. I looked into her eyes. The reflections of light in her eyes looked like a hundred stars. Her skin was almost flawless.

"Come closer."

She nodded and turned her body a little and moved closer to me on her knees. She kept her fingers pointed down and her hands resting against the outside of her smooth thighs.

Every movement about her seemed well practiced.

"Stand up and put your hands behind your head."

She nodded and stood up on her bed. She brought her arms up and clasped her fingers together behind her head. She even seemed to arch her back. Sweet Jesus.

"Move your feet a little apart."

There she stood, facing me, standing on her bed near the edge, with her hands clasped behind her head. She was no more than about twelve inches from me. I looked up into her eyes. She stood about a foot taller than me.

"Don't move."

She nodded.

My eyes trailed down her body, down the smooth skin of her neck, over the curve of her shoulders and followed the slope of each breast to each prominent nipple. I reached my hands up and stroked them softly with my fingertips. Josephine let out a soft sigh and her left thigh trembled. I looked up into her eyes.

"You like this don't you?"

She nodded.

We stared into each others eyes as I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and squeezed them lightly. My grip tightened and I gently twisted them. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. She arched her back further and inhaled sharply. A fierce blush crept up her chest and neck.

I was pleased.

"You may speak when spoken to."

"Thank you Sir," she whispered, as her eyes opened.

"Did you want to be my first?"

"Yes Sir. Badly."

"Kneel."

She knelt with legs apart and looking up at me, hands still behind her head.

"Are you wet?"

"Yes Sir."

I reached between her legs and slid my fingers gently back and forth in her seeping dew.

"So you are. Tell me why you wanted to be my first."

"May I be honest with you Sir?" she asked, eyes downcast, watching my hand between her legs.

"I want your honesty Josephine." I leaned one bended knee on the bed and moved closer to her.

"I didn't really mind if I wasn't your first. I've just wanted you since I met you."

"You were the star in my first submissive fantasy."

I started to swirl my thumb over her clit and smoothly slid two fingers into her very hot, very wet pussy. I left them in deep, tightly clasped by the pulsing heat of her. I could feel ripples of tension flutter up and down my fingers each time my thumb brushed over the most sensitive tip of her clitoris.

Josephine moaned louder and tried to quiet herself by biting her lip. Her head was back and leaning a little to the side. Her eyes were long since closed.

"Please..." she managed at last.

"Please what?" I replied simply.

"Please Sir, I ummm... please turn the music up a little, Sir. I'm... umm... I'm a bit loud." She giggled and blushed beautifully. I smiled and slid my wet fingers from her and pushed them into her mouth. She moaned and her eyes closed again. She sucked my fingers and I felt her tongue moving all over them.

When she was done I smiled and stood up beside the bed again. I walked over to the stereo and turned it up a little.

I turned around. She was watching me intently.

"You can put your arms down now."

"Can I touch myself?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"... Sir?"

We smiled at each other.

"Yes. I'd like that. Actually, turn around on all fours. Look over your shoulder at me."

She turned around and bent at the waist, putting out her hands and catching herself from falling. She brought her legs up under herself and spread them widely. Arching her back, she presented her upturned ass delightfully.

She looked back at me and reached under herself, sliding her fingers back and forth over her cunt.

"Is this what you wanted, Sir?"

She was swaying her ass from side to side as she looked back at me. I was a little mesmerised I must admit. She was pressing so firmly against herself, her soft lips pulled and pushed and curled under her fingers.

But I could also see how shiny her fingers quickly became as she sawed back and forth through her flesh.

"Push two fingers from your other hand into your cunt."

She groaned with lust and put her chest on the bed, reaching back under herself and pushing two fingers deep into her pussy.

I'd had about as much as I could take and rubbed my cock through my pants. I couldn't believe how hard I was. I couldn't believe I hadn't even noticed! I undid my belt and dropped my pants and boxers. I stepped out of them and stood beside the bed.

"Back up to the edge."

Josephine was in a world of her own. But my words penetrated and she rose up on her hands again, gazing back at me over her shoulder and through the sexual haze she was in. Her eyes met mine, then ran down my body to my cock.

"Yessss... fuck me please Sir, fuck me now!"

She backed up so her feet hung off the edge and her ass was at the perfect height. Her fingers were still moving firmly back and forth between her legs and I could see a droplet of moisture dangling from her fingertip, threatening to fall.

"Stop."

She stopped almost immediately.

"Clean your fingers."

She put both fingers into her mouth and I felt myself go weak at the knees. She sucked them clean and her ass trembled.

"Please Sir... god... it hurts... please... please fuck me now... I need it... I have to cum..." Her eyes were ablaze.

"Shut up Josephine."

I mounted the bed behind her and slapped her ass once.

She jumped and hadn't expected it.

"Ughhh!"

Her whole body shuddered. She was going to cum.

"Pinch your clit and don't let go till I say stop!"

As soon as she did, her whole body went rigid and I gripped one of her hips in my hand. Aiming my cock with my other hand, I pressed against her cunt and slid half way into her. She moaned loudly and I wrapped my hand around her mouth. I pulled her head back and she moaned much louder into my palm as I slid home.

I started fucking her at a furious pace. My hip bones were banging against the firm flesh of her ass. My balls were wet and they swung and slapped against her on each thrust. I realised I was gritting my teeth as I held on to her shuddering body.

"Give me your hands. Face into the bed."

She knelt up, reached behind herself and I took her wrists in my hands. I held onto her as she leaned forward until her chest then face leaned on the bed. Then I started to really fuck her. I got into a rhythm and she was bouncing off my hips. Josephine moaned into the bed and started cursing. I felt her cunt grip tight along the length of my cock.

I groaned and cum boiled in my balls as fiery bolts of pleasure shot out from my groin. A wave of hot cum seemed to start from my toes and gather speed. I let go of one wrist and started spanking her ass. She was hanging limply on one side and being fucked like a rag doll. She suddenly went half rigid in my hands and came again. I was pounding into her and all she could do was moan each time I struck her ass.

A triumphant groan flew from my mouth as cum flew from my cock. My cock throbbed and pulsed deep in her cunt. I gripped her ass with both hands and banged hard against her. My own body went stiff as a board as my cock throbbed madly inside her, shooting thick ropes of cum. My skin prickled and I felt like I might never stop trembling.

I finally opened my eyes and let my head loll forward to look down on her. I licked my lips. My mouth was so dry I couldn't talk. My fingers had left marks where I had gripped her ass. She had turned her body and was looking up at me.

My cock slid from her as I collapsed on the bed beside her. I rolled onto my back looking up at the ceiling wide-eyed.

"That was unbelievable."

Josephine molded herself to my side and gently tugged at my chest hairs. She kissed one of my nipples, then looked into my eyes.

"I'm speechless Sir."

She laid her head on my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair, softly scratching her scalp while I stared at the ceiling. Her hair smelled like lavender. We lay there and minutes passed.

Finally I spoke.

"What happens now?"