This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapters One and Two set up the story. There's no sex in it, but there is decent writing. There will be sex in the next installment!
Chapter One
The Break-Up
Colorful paper lanterns fluttered in the cool breeze over a spacious lanai adjacent to a pristine fifty-acre horse pasture. Earlier that night Elaine Harris, a tall willowy strawberry blonde, hosted over a hundred guests in elegant cocktail attire to celebrate her 50
th
birthday, enjoying sumptuous food accompanied by the best bottles of wine from her well-stocked cellar. Background music was provided by a Jimmy Buffet cover band on a stage outfitted in an island motif.
The party was long over and all that remained on that dark moonless night were tables littered with empty champagne and wine bottles. The sounds of Margaritaville were replaced by the occasional whinny of a horse and the background buzz of cicadas. Elaine was alone, perched on one of the dozens of rented folding chairs, her long legs daintily crossed at the ankles in her indecently short hip hugging red cocktail dress, her delicate hands fidgeting with the small yellow paper umbrella in her tropical drink.
She looked fabulous of course. The custom-tailored dress accentuated her natural curves and the Harry Winston diamond choker and matching bracelet made her look like the ultrawealthy and glamorous woman she was. Her four-inch stiletto heels elevated her to just shy of six feet, enhancing her already commanding presence.
Time had been kind to Elaine. Her toned body and flawless complexion took twenty years off her calendar age. Her delicate strawberry blonde hair, inherited from her Irish mother, displayed a natural wave as it flowed down and over her shoulders.
Elaine was the envy of every person who attended the party.
But on this auspicious evening she felt anything but triumphant, instead feeling dejected and forlorn. A black cloud blotted out the bright lights of her party, the result of a horrendous fight between Elaine and her longtime live-in girlfriend right before the party started, casting a pall over the star-studded event and leaving Elaine, for the first time in her life, entirely bewildered.
That afternoon Elaine had sprung the news on her girlfriend Rae that she was listing her New York penthouse apartment for sale. Elaine thought that Rae would willingly accept living full-time on Elaine's country estate. It was a gross miscalculation on Elaine's part. Elaine didn't appreciate that her New York City apartment was the lifeline for twenty-nine-year-old Rae Ann Wilburn. All of Rae's friends lived in the City, and leaving Elaine's penthouse apartment and the action offered by the Big Apple for the solitude of Somerset County was not a prospect that Rae relished. But Elaine was headstrong, and wanted to believe that Rae would willingly accept Elaine's
fait accompli
instead of reacting the way she did, which was to throw a massive hissy fit.
Elaine always feared the twenty-year difference between them would be a bridge too far and her fears came to fruition that night. This last squabble was simply the straw that broke the camel's back. After the fight, Elaine came to the unfortunate conclusion that there was no repairing something that couldn't be fixed.
Their break-up was a massive blow to Elaine's emotional well-being and ego. They'd been together for three years. Rae had become a part of the fabric of Elaine's life, and soon she'd be gone, making Elaine wonder if it was a void that could be filled. Elaine lifted her drink to her lips and drained it, putting her glass down on the crowded table. Did she make a big mistake by listing the apartment and leaving Rae out of the decision? Rae's reaction suggested the answer to that question was a resounding "yes."
She pondered whether she could take back the horrible things that she'd said, promise to keep the apartment and convince Rae to stay. It was a huge comedown for Elaine, a woman who the Queen of Wall Street, a millionaire many times over, and for years the most popular Domme in New York City. Rae was almost half her age who earned the same amount as one of Elaine's personal assistants. Yet it was Elaine contemplating getting on her knees on the stone patio of her sprawling estate to beg Rae to stay.
Elaine went to the tiki bar and fetched a can of sparkling water out of an ice bucket and popped it open. The effervescence tingled her tongue and caused her to think about her future. She wasn't sure she'd could swallow her pride and beg Rae to stay, and in any event was convinced her plea would fall on deaf ears. She was certain she'd wake up tomorrow in her bed by herself.
Then Elaine's thoughts went to her future without Rae. Would she go back to her old life as a Domme? She licked her dry lips and thought about what she could do the following night. She had to be in the City to meet with her real estate brokers, but she'd have most of the night free after the meetings were over. Elaine decided she'd turn down the dinner invitation that had already been extended by the brokers and go to the Power Exchange, a BDSM themed club in SoHo she still owned and used to frequent before she met Rae.
She'd pretty much forsaken that lifestyle because Rae wasn't interested, and for Elaine being in love was more satisfying than being in lust (though truth be known, lust was a close second). Now that it was clear Rae was no longer going to be a part of her life Elaine felt the gravitational pull of her little fiefdom at the club. The women club members would beseech her to be their Domme so Elaine had her pick of the litter. After a three-year hiatus, Elaine asked herself if she had the same burning desire to be a Domme once again.
Elaine felt goosebumps rise up on her arms as a gust of cool night air scattered empty cups and paper plates onto the patio. She decided to wait patiently for Rae to come by and say goodbye, braving the sudden chill and admiring the graceful solitude of her country sanctuary.
* * *
The estate was Elaine's prize possession, a 160-acre horse farm in Somerset County, home to over a dozen Arabian horses that Elaine stabled on her property. Elaine grew up in a poor section of Camden but had an uncle who lived and worked in New Jersey's horse country as a groom, and her visits to his place of employment got her the first taste of riding horses. It was her dream to own an estate there, and after a $50 million investment and eight years of construction, her dream came to fruition. It was Elaine's magnum opus, a magnificent horse stable and riding arena, a ten-bedroom main house, four-bedroom guest house, and chauffeur's quarters above a six-car garage.
Elaine applied her genius to a subterranean complex under her house that she affectionately called her "red room," which she designed to satisfy her many sexual kinks. The "red room" was actually four interconnected rooms, the largest in the center being the playroom, with cabinets full of toys, large soft pillows and plush carpeting. Adjoining the playroom were a small bedroom for private encounters, a dungeon-like room dedicated to bondage, replete with a St. Andrew's cross, wooden benches and straight back ladder chairs and an oversized tiled bathroom with a jacuzzi, sauna and showers.
Elaine enjoyed using the red room with her subs and invited guests for group sex, domination, and water sports. There was little that was off limits for Elaine's smutty mind (and Elaine had a very smutty mind). Surprisingly, she wasn't often aroused by physical pleasure, so she was rarely touched by others during her scenes and only occasionally touched herself. Her enjoyment was mostly as a voyeur.
Though Elaine had all the riches she could hope for, sharing a deep emotional connection with another woman proved elusive for the first forty-seven years of her life, and it was a void that became more painful as the years went on. She wondered if she was capable of falling in love and enjoying physical intimacy.
Her doubts were allayed when she met Rae. Elaine met Rae when she was on her way to a party hosted by her New York brokers. There was an unexpected rain shower that night, catching Elaine as she crossed the plaza of the office tower where the party was being held. Her hair was wet and her makeup started to run when she boarded the elevator to the top floor restaurant and the private reception. Rae was prepping for an ad photoshoot in another part of the building and took pity on Elaine when they rode up together in the same elevator.
There was an instant attraction, leading Rae to offer to "touch up" Elaine's hair and make-up before going to the party. The shoot, on the floor below the restaurant, had a full crew, including a cosmetician and hair stylist. Elaine met up with Rae after the reception, and they became inseparable from that day forward.
Rae proved to be as strong willed as Elaine, and the relationship became one of equals. Rae had a budding career as a producer and director of ads and commercials and had her own legion of friends in New York City. Rae was respectful of Elaine's lifestyle, but not interested in it, and when Elaine and Rae decided to be exclusive with each other, Elaine let her stable of subs go and mothballed the red room.
The day of reckoning for their relationship was now upon Elaine. Distracted and dejected, Elaine didn't notice Rae's appearance on the lanai until she heard a thump made by an overnight bag hitting the stone pavers. She looked up and Rae was standing there wearing a forced smile.
The short brunette's eyes were reddened from the crying jag she just finished before her final goodbye with Elaine. She was wearing faded jeans and her favorite well-loved denim shirt. Elaine fought the urge to get on her knees, promising her young lover anything to make her stay. She knew such a plea would be fruitless.
"I shouldn't have said that," Elaine started, breaking the ice. Elaine was referring to the "spoiled little rich bitch" epitaph that Elaine hurled at Rae during the heat of their pre-party argument, based upon Elaine's resentment at Rae's perceived sense of entitlement. Elaine was free with her money, and Rae took advantage of it by buying expensive clothes and shoes on Elaine's expense account.
The Eurasian beauty shrugged her shoulders. The edge of her breasts were prominently displayed by the half unbuttoned blue jean shirt she was wearing. Elaine's eyes focused on Rae's face, the make-up washed off after the party, plain but still beautiful, framed by jet black hair. Elaine was always partial to dark haired women, and Rae's hair was shiny, lustrous and thick.
"You meant what you said," Rae mumbled. Her eyes were trained on the ground. She'd never argued with Elaine before, not like the fight they had just before the party.
Elaine felt the weight of her age when her resolve crumbled. She spoke from her broken heart.
"Please Rae . . . forgive me . . . please don't leave," she said in a pleading voice. It was the first time Rae had heard Elaine talk that way. It felt strange to her after living in Elaine's considerable shadow. Elaine was always in control, always. She rarely let her guard down. Elaine was as vulnerable as Rae had ever seen her. But their break-up was a long time in coming, and Rae wasn't going to change her mind.
"I can't do it Elaine. We've been through all of this," she said emphatically.
Elaine put her vulnerability on full display. "I'm begging you Rae. Please don't make me get on my knees."
Elaine hadn't hidden her past as a Dominatrix from Rae, so Rae knew that begging wasn't part of Elaine's DNA. "You can't appreciate the irony of what you're saying," Rae said, shaking her head.
