Don't Call Me Kitten! (6 page)

The woman
blanched. “We don’t want anyone we know knowing we were here. We
won’t tell a living soul.”

Helena was
running out of polite tactics to try on this couple. “Look, please
go home. Go buy some toys off the internet. Explore your kinks in
the safety of your own home. Just the entrance fee for getting in
here will set you back a pretty penny.” She eyed the man
meaningfully. “Go spend that money on your wife.”

The man
bristled a bit. He obviously had a little bit of backbone. “It’s
because of my wife that I’m here. Rosa read that book, fifty colors
of black and blue or something. She’s been wanting to try all kinds
of different things since. I don’t know how to give her what she
wants. I thought we might come here and learn a bit.”

Helena sighed.
Black and blue indeed. The man had a sense of humor it seemed. His
plight touched some deeply hidden soft center in her heart. He
wasn’t some asshole trying to get his jollies. Instead he was
genuinely trying to understand and meet his wife’s needs even if
those needs were based on a stereotyped portrayal that appalled
most in the lifestyle. The woman’s pleading eyes cinched the deal.
She turned to Ivan who’d come over to give her backup if she
indicated she wanted them turfed out the door. “Is there a dungeon
vacant Ivan.”

Ivan raised an
eyebrow, obviously surprised she even considering letting them in.
“I believe number five is vacant.”

Helena nodded
and returned her attention to the couple. “If you’re that serious
here’s the deal. Since you don’t have membership here payment for
the use of the dungeon is up front.” She placed their standard
invoice in front of him. She noticed he blanched. “Cash only.
You’ll both sign non-disclosure and liability indemnity agreements.
You’ll also each sign a contract that very specifically details
what your comfort zone is regarding what happens to you here.” She
placed the required paperwork in front of each of them along with a
pen. “You will each wear a blindfold going through to the dungeon.”
When the man looked like he might argue about that she gave him one
of her well honed glares. “That isn’t negotiable. I need to protect
those here who may not wished to be seen by Joe Public. We’ll see
how you perform in the dungeon, whether you are both the real deal
and from there we will see how much we decide to trust you.
Finally, I will be your dungeon monitor”

The girl
cocked her head to the side inquisitively. “I know I’m showing my
ignorance but what’s a dungeon monitor?”

At least the
woman was honest, that earned her some respect. “Communication is
just about gospel here. Ask as many questions as you need to but
ask permission to do so. While you’re here Rosa you will address me
as Mistress and your husband Dimitri as Sir. Structure and protocol
are nearly as important here as communication. Personally I think
some of it is overly formal but many members here expect it and
would complain if it wasn’t enforced. It’s a kind of uniform that
get’s them into a role as soon as they put it on. It helps to
distance what is happening here from their mundane lives.

A dungeon
monitor is a person who supervises activities within the club to
ensure protocol is adhered to and nobody is subjected to anything
without their express permission. If someone uses their safe word,
wanting things to stop, we step in and ensure it stops. A DM is
also a kind of on-site consultant. They offer advice and expect
that advice to be followed. In here DMs are the law. So stay on the
right side of me.”

Helena led her
blindfolded charges through to dungeon number 5. It was like
leading a couple of vulnerable children across a busy intersection.
The screams, groans and the odd crack of a whip would no doubt
either set the scene or scare the shit out of them.

Before closing
the door behind them she changed the sign on it to show the room
was now in use. A quick glance to the top left corner of the room
confirmed that the security camera was in operation. If things got
out of hand there’d be more than her here to handle it but the
couple didn’t need to know they were being watched. The video
footage was only ever used if clients tried to blackmail the club
or fellow clients. Its use was covered by the agreements they had
both signed but it was unlikely they had read that bit. She removed
Rosa’s blindfold and waited while the woman removed her husband’s.
They both looked around the room, just like tourists seeing a new
sight. The club’s usual residents didn’t call newbies tourists for
no reason.

Dimitri winced
as he picked up one rather vicious looking flogger then turned to
look worriedly at his wife. “You really sure you want me to use
something like this on you? I know we’ve paid a lot to be here but
if you’ve changed your mind we can leave. I don’t want you to feel
you’ve been backed into a corner by your own curiosity.”

Helena watched
their interchange impassively. She wouldn’t intervene
unnecessarily. They really had to decide for themselves if they
were going to go ahead with this little exploration. To Dimitri’s
credit he seemed genuinely concerned for his wife’s well being as
well as her pleasure. It was a real novelty for Helena to see a man
who cared. A wash of regret had her wondering why all weren’t like
that. Why did it have to be her father who had been a bastard? Her
mother had deserved someone more. Someone like the partner Rosa
had. The role she played in their safety now demanded that she let
go of that regret. Taking a deep breath then releasing it, as the
feya had taught her, she eased her tension and returned her
attention to matters at hand.

Rosa nuzzled
up to Dimitri. “Please Dimitri, um I mean Sir, we may never get
this opportunity again. Let’s play but maybe something a little
less intimidating to start with.” She looked over her shoulder to
Helena. “Maybe mistress would have a suggestion.”

Helena liked
the woman’s courage and common sense. “Beginners usually start with
spanking. Why don’t you go and bend over that bench there. Your Sir
can give you six of his best. Let’s see how you go with that
first.”

Rosa quickly
positioned herself.

“Not so quick.
First you need to tell me your safe word and secondly you need to
strip or you won’t feel much. I know its probably a bit
embarrassing having me here but think of me as just an object in
the room. I’m like a safety belt, only here if you need me.”

Rosa blushed
adorably. “Thank you for being here for me mistress. Um my safe
word is red, that’s usual isn’t it?” She stripped out of her
clothes and repositioned herself.

“Good
enough.”

Dimitri looked
adoringly at his wife’s backside, as if seeing it for the first
time. “Are you sure you are ready for this Rosa?”

“Please Sir,
I’ve been really naughty asking you to bring me here.” She waggled
her bottom as if to entice him more.

That got a
smile from Dimitri. “Well here goes...” He let his hand land on her
backside with a loud slap.

Rosa groaned
with pleasure. “More Sir, I want you to feel my remorse.”

Dimitri
laughed. “Remorse indeed, you’re enjoying this aren’t you my little
wild cat.”

Helena rolled
her eyes at Dimitri’s nickname for his wife. Personally she hated
nicknames, they always seemed slightly demeaning but that was her
and this was them. “You might want to alternate the sides of her
ass you spank and take a pause to stroke her gently between each.
The mix of pleasure and pain is what will likely do it for her. It
will release a soup of hormones into her system that will take her
into a really nice space.” She advised.

To his credit
Dimitri took her advice easily. Pausing between each slap to ensure
his wife’s response was still one of pleasure. He was learning to
feel his way with her.

Soon enough
the spanking was finished. Rosa stood and turned, her face flushed
and her eyes slightly dreamy.

So the woman
really was a natural sub. “Would you like to try something else?”
Helena queried, a little more sure this was all going to turn out
alright.

Rosa’s eyes
gleamed in answer. “Yes please Mistress. That’s if its alright with
Sir.”

“Anything you
want honey. Just promise me you’ll be honest and tell me if you
want me to stop. I really have no desire to hurt you.”

While the
couple reassured each other Helena looked around the room. She
spied what she needed, taking it down from the ‘tool’ rack on the
wall then passing it over to Dimitri. “Until you work out what her
pain tolerance is you’d be best to stay away from canes and heavy
duty whips. Some of the softer leather whips aren’t too bad. You
might consider getting one for general home use. Wooden spoons,
belts and hair brushes are always handy around the home too. This
strap however might be just the thing to push Rosa’s limits a bit
more. It’s made of soft pliable leather and should give quite
pleasurable sting.” She passed it over to him. “Use it like you did
your hand. Go for the ass, upper thighs, back and shoulders but
avoid the lower back or you might damage her kidneys.”

Dimitri took
the strap and studied it, turning it over in his hand. “How do you
know all this?”

Helena
shrugged. “Club rules. I can only supervise what I’ve experienced.
Personally I try to limit that experience to as little as possible.
I’m not exactly a submissive. I’d rather protect the girls who work
here and help people like you than get involved myself.”

Dimitri
frowned. A dungeon monitor who wasn’t actively kinky. It had to
sound bizarre. “If you’re not into the lifestyle why do you work
here?”

“Needs must
and I wouldn’t go assuming that I’m totally vanilla. I’ve worked
here too long to be that mainstream. I just haven’t found anyone
who stirs my blood enough to play with. Just fussy I guess. Now
enough about me let’s see to Rosa’s needs. First though I think we
need to polish your dominance act.”

Dimitri gave
her a confused look. “I don’t want to bully her.”

“And believe
me I’m very glad you don’t.” Maybe if she just showed him what she
meant. “Would you mind me demonstrating something? I give you my
word I won’t do anything to her she won’t enjoy.”

The man looked
a little hesitant but nodded. “Go ahead but don’t spank her.”

“I won’t have
to.” Helena walked right up to Rosa. “Stand and look at me Rosa.”
She used her special voice of authority and watched attentively as
the woman straightened herself and turned to face her. Helena met
her eyes. “You see Dimitri. I am using my voice and my eyes to
convey power. My command was both specific and direct. I gave no
room for query. As she stood I watched her with an aura of
anticipation.” She reached out to stroke Rosa’s hair then took a
firm handful, gave a firm but not unduly painful tug then released
it. “Kneel before me Rosa.”

“Yes
Mistress!” Rosa’s voice cracked as she struggled to reply. She
blushed.

“What do you
feel now Rosa?”

“Safe. I am at
your mercy but I am safe mistress.”

“Because you
have chosen to give me your trust. Why do you feel you can do that
Rosa? Fear?”

“No! Mistress.
Not fear. It’s like ... you are a rock, a shelter from the storm. I
know exactly what you want from me. I know that you would punish me
but it would be no more or less than I needed or would enjoy. And
when it was over you would praise me, hold me. Maybe more.”

Rosa looked
adoringly into her eyes and that was not what she had intended.
Time to draw back a bit. She nodded to Dimitri whose mouth was
still gaping at how his wife had responded to her. “Do you see now
what she wants? She wants to make a precious gift to you of her
trust but to do that she needs you to be her rock, as she calls it.
Dominance isn’t about cruelty Dimitri, not unless you are in a
sado-masochist relationship. What Rosa wants is decisiveness,
firmness, praise and protection. You don’t need to be an asshole or
an alpha male. Just confidently act the part of the authoritative
protector who’ll always give her what she needs and keep her safe.
That’s why we call doing this type of thing a scene. Its no
different to putting on an eye patch and pretending to be a pirate
for her or her putting a French maid’s outfit on for you.”

The man
grinned, obviously liking the pirate analogy. It was a grin that
really lit up his eyes. “I get it. Act the part. Rosa. Get up and
bend over that bench again! Show me how truly sorry you are!”

“Yes Sir. Oh
yes that is good Sir.” She groaned as he proceeded to master
her.

Beep, beep,
beep... Helena slammed the kill button on the alarm clock. Sunday
morning and she needed to be at Petrov’s office by eleven to report
from the night before. She churned a protein smoothie through the
blender, showered and threw on her running gear. There was no point
being formal with Petrov. It’s not as if she could intimidate him
by turning up looking tough or flashy so she always went just as
she was. She had the fairies to thank for that. They’d taught her
to be comfortable being who she was, scar and all.

A comfortable
twenty minute run later and she was at his office. Sergei, still
Petrov’s main guard after all these years, let her in. He’d never
seem to have gotten over the hots for her since she busted his
trigger finger. Even now he eyed her up and down, smiling
lasciviously. Not that Helena cared. As far as she knew he didn’t
have xray vision. If he tried anything she’d break his other hand.
Only trouble is he would probably enjoy the pain. Bloody masochist!
No wonder he was loyal to Petrov. He’d gladly take whatever the
psychopathic sadist dished out. She sighed. “Just open the damn
door Sergei.”

“Ooh! A bit
pushy are we today. Have a long night did we?