I fidgeted as I placed my hand on the cold metal door handle. It was a freezing October and an unusually chilly autumn day. I bundled up in my wool knitted sweater that was soft and warm and smelled like my wife's powdery fresh perfume. She was a soft, lovely woman but shy and timid. She was blonde and pink and very feminine. She was gentle and sweet. My hand lingered on the handle, fingers painfully numbing in the cold. Was this a good idea?
I opened the door and a flood of hot air rushed over me. My red hair fluffed back against the beanie cap I wore and scattered in every direction. I kept it short and maintained but it had a tendency to become unruly. The air was thick with sandalwood and rose. The lobby had a black and white checker floor and red velvet furnishing. It was empty except a woman at the far end behind a glossy black and red desk. The room was kept neat and modern but had two large black metal filigree lamps standing on either side of the semi-circular desk. They had blood red Tiffany glass shades in heavy, tear-dropped ... or maybe breast-like... shapes.
The woman behind the desk was a very young-looking middle age with glossy black hair cropped into a bob at jaw level. She had large glasses with thick black frames, dark red lips, and a very serious expression. As I approached I could see that she was wearing an austere black long-sleeve button up shirt and tight black skirt. She said nothing and stared with startlingly amber eyes.
"I... I'm here for, uhh...." Maybe this was a horrible idea. Maybe I should just turn around and go home. What if my wife saw the charge on the credit card? What would she think of me paying for--? Well, I wasn't exactly sure what I was paying for. This was a consultation and they weren't free. I was to meet Mistress Cush and discuss what was the goal and if there was the right connection. "I'm here for my 2 o'clock appointment with Mistress Cush."
The woman gave a surprisingly warm smile and said, with a voice like warm honey, "Oh, you must be Richard. Welcome to Le Maison Velours. Mistress Cush appreciates your punctuality."
She stood up and revealed a slim, muscular body. She was already tall but the red patent leather stilettos made her taller than me, and I'm already 6'1". I raised my eyes to her and chewed the inside of my cheek feeling the flesh between my teeth and beginning to feel dizzy from the heavy incense and red lighting. I found myself compelled to follow her unquestioningly. She took confident steps that clipped down the hallway and echoed with each footfall. It sounded like booms in what was otherwise an eerie silence. Weren't dungeons supposed to be full of whip cracks and screams? I had prepared myself for something else entirely. We had spoke on the phone and Mistress Cush sounded like a friend. She had an amazing way of making me feel like I had known her for ages. Comfortable and easy.
The tall woman stopped before a door at the end of the hallway, past many heavy, thick wooden doors stained an espresso brown and labeled with different suite numbers in brass numbers. She knocked affirmatively on the door and it crashed in my ears causing me to flinch. Me. Surely I had more backbone than this. I was the manager of my manufacturing plant. I told other people what to do. I was the boss. I was the one with power. For fuck's sake, stand up straight. I shook myself and mustered myself up and stood tall. The taller woman walked down the hall. "Good luck, Richie," she cooed with what might have been a touch of condescension.
A pause. An uncomfortable silence. I started to feel my body sink back down. Then the door swung open on large iron hinges and there she stood. She was not what I expected at all. She was average height, only about 5'6". She had curly long honey blonde hair and was decidedly not thin. In fact, she was quite plump. She had curving shoulders and large breasts and startlingly pale skin you could see veins through. She wore a tiny pale blue baby doll chemise that was entirely transparent. It flowed like chiffon and you could see her erect pink nipples and swelling belly and curving hips. She smiled wide and warm and exclaimed in a cheerful, friendly voice, "Richard! I'm so glad you could make it. Come in, come in!"
She shuffled me in through the door like a mother wrangling children into the house on a cold day. She had busy hands and her chemise ruffled in the breezes she created tickling across her large ass cheeks. She was clearly not wearing any panties. I could feel a heat in my cheeks flow over my neck and chest. She had such deep green eyes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
"I'm glad you came early," she paused to see if I caught the joke. But I was too nervous to notice at the time. "Please have a seat!" Another pause.
The room was a decorated similarly to the rest of the establishment with red velvet and glossy black. But she had added her own touches to the room. The four poster bed with canopy had snowflakes glittering above the mattress, hanging with clear and mirrored glass and twinkling in the dim light. She had white furs, white feathers, pale blue silks and satins draped on chairs and pink robes. She ushered me to a chair and pushed me down into it before flopping into the chair across from me. "So, let's get down to brass tacks." She sounded so serious but it was hard for me to take it seriously. She felt like a best friend. Surely this was a mistake. This was not the dominatrix I spoke to on the phone that they said would be the perfect fit for me.
"Uhh... ok," I managed to get out. She crossed her legs and her fleshy thighs squished together like overstuffed pillows. I became very aware of a soft powdery fragrance in the air that reminded me of my wife. But also different. She was different than my wife. She was.... I couldn't put my finger on it. I watched her pick up a clipboard.
"Now, just to get some things out of the way. Consent, trust, and respect are the primary tenets of my practice. Nothing happens without prior consent. I will always treat you with respect and you will always treat me with respect. I do not tolerate disrespect." She looked up from her clipboard. It was neon pink. "I also do not tolerate disobedience." She continued on while reading from her clipboard. "I do my best to keep a safe practice and follow safety guidelines so I can establish a trust with you. And you shall do so in return to maintain my safety. Payment is due monthly if you get the subscription service, which means you will get 4 sessions per month. But if you go without the subscription it is billed at the time of check in. Veronica is processing yours now. Refunds are nonnegotiable so it's best you try to have a good time, got it?"
She gave a hard, long stare waiting for me to speak. "Yes. Ok." These were the same terms I had read over before arriving but coming from her plump pink lips sounded so much more erotic and dangerous. I stared at her breasts and then lips and then breasts again.
"We say 'Yes, Mistress' here." She did not smile.
What?? Now, that's ridiculous. I'm not going to call her--"Yes, Mistress."
