This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, 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 are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
Thank you to Soma99 and Sue for their helpful comments.
This story in contained in three books.
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Prologue
She was perched on an expansive white concrete deck that bordered an infinity edge pool, its water as smooth as a sheet of glass. Beyond the infinity edge was a Grenache vineyard that graced an eighty acre estate. The estate was nestled in the foothills just outside of Aix-en-Provence in Southern France. It was mid-afternoon on a typical sunny 85 degree summer day.
Renee was naked, and her golden brown skin glowed with the sheen of suntan lotion and perspiration. Her breasts and pubic area shared the same golden brown patina. She had the youthful body of a 24 year old; smooth and flawless skin, slender arms, a flat belly, ample breasts without any sag, and supple legs that were fit but not muscular. She had long brown hair that was pulled back in a French braid and brown eyes that had a glint reflecting her heightened sense of awareness.
Renee could have been a well to do woman enjoying her country estate. However, she had a diamond studded dog collar around her neck with a leather leash attached. The other end of the leash was tied around the leg of a chaise lounge chair. Renee was sitting on her haunches on a folded beach towel awaiting the next command from her Mistress.
Renee's Mistress was sitting in her chaise reading a fashion magazine with her black broad rimmed floppy hat shielding her eyes from the midday sun. She was wearing a white string bikini with her bronze skin in sharp contrast to her bright red nail and toe polish.
Renee was content in the knowledge that her sexual awakening allowed her to discover her true self and explore her deepest and darkest fantasies.
Chapter One
Renee's mind wandered back six months, an eternity given what transpired since, when she was a paralegal in a midtown Manhattan law firm. She remembered just a short time ago she was crammed into a tiny one bedroom apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan with a high school friend coach surfing in her living room so she could meet the exorbitant monthly rent.
Renee relocated to Manhattan just over two years ago from St. Louis. Her last name, Bellerose, was indicative of her French descent. Her grandparents were all native French speakers, though Renee's command of the language was limited. Renee recalled her shyness as a young girl, and her tendency to be a follower and not a leader her whole life. She was conservative by nature, and hesitant to take risks. Her one bold move in her life was to move to New York City to pursue her career as a paralegal working on big case litigation. At the time of her move sex was well down the list of her priorities and was certainly not the key source of gratification in her life.
Renee mused over her past boyfriends, most of whom were domineering like her father. Renee's last boyfriend Michael was a senior associate in Renee's law firm. When they had sex together Michael controlled the relationship in a way that awakened and inflamed her submissive tendencies and gave her a glimpse of the importance of sex in her life. Renee concluded that it was her relationship with Michael that confirmed her submissive desires and stoked her curiosity about the role sex could play in her life. However, their time together was extremely limited as Michael toiled under the crush of a 2400 hour per year billable hour goal to earn his six figure bonus. As a result, Renee's free time was often spent with her bedroom door shut and her trusty two pronged vibrator in her hand, cruising the internet for porn.
Renee started with the usual guy/girl porn, focusing on well hung guys and blonds with big breasts. Her searches also exposed her to a variety of other scenarios that she ultimately sampled, including gay, lesbian, group, and interracial sex.
On one such occasion Renee was watching lesbian sex and accidently clicked on an amateur video where a young woman about Renee's age was tied to a bed and spanked and then flogged by an older man. The woman whimpered during the spanking and then screamed and begged during the flogging. This couple had clearly been through this routine before, as the man skillfully striped the woman's ass with the flogging and the woman struggled to control her breathing and count the strokes. Renee was disgusted by the treatment of the young woman but for reasons that she then didn't understand, highly aroused by this scene. Renee started using a vibrator on her clit as she was watching it. When the man took the woman anally, spanking her reddened ass while doing so, with the woman crying out in ecstasy, Renee had a powerful orgasm, squirting fluid out of her pussy that was then sprayed about by the action of the vibrator.
After she watched that scene, Renee was attracted like a moth to a flame by the seductive power of pain accentuating pleasure. Her appetite for BDSM became voracious as she watched these videos to the exclusion of others. The videos where a woman surrendered control to a Master or Mistress resonated deeply within Renee.
Renee recalled that in watching these videos she was intrigued by the idea of being in a true D/s relationship that involved pain and pleasure, but had no idea if the reality would stack up to her fantasy. As it turns out, the reality far exceeded Renee's expectations in every respect, both in terms of what practices were used, and the intensity of the sexual experiences.
About six months ago Renee was working on a large case involving the firm's client, a French bank, and a U.S. based securities firm in a multi-million dollar contract dispute. Her firm just won a big summary judgment motion so there was a celebratory party at one of the client's Midtown apartments.
Renee decided to attend, without Michael, who was of course working late at the office. She selected a fitted black dress that she was saving for a special occasion. The dress had a plunging neckline and was cut just above the knee. She picked black sandals with ankle straps and four inch heels and an array of silver bracelets for her right wrist to accent her outfit. She let her brown hair down so it cascaded just below her shoulders. Tasteful, but very sexy.
She took a taxi to a fashionable Upper East Side address. She boarded an elevator to the ninth floor where the apartment occupied the entire floor. Instead of the elevator opening into a hallway it opened into a grand foyer with a crystal chandelier and a large round table holding a magnificent floral arrangement.
Host Luc Dumoulin, a managing director of the victorious French bank, greeted Renee in the foyer. "Mademoiselle Bellerose, so good of you to come." Renee could see that Luc was about forty and looked like the quintessential Frenchman. He was tall, lean, with long dark wavy brown hair, brown eyes and a youthful appearance. He was wearing a navy blue sport coat, a white open collar shirt and black pants. His French loafers looked like expensive slippers.
"You are the first to arrive. Let me take your coat and show you the apartment." Luc seamlessly handed Renee's coat to a waiting servant and held out his elbow to escort Renee around the apartment. Renee was led through the living room, complete with two large bay windows, a breakfast nook, large chef's kitchen, formal dining room, and two bedrooms. The third bedroom, the master, has its door closed. Renee was dazzled by the opulence and size of the apartment.
When they finished the tour Luc handed Renee a glass of champagne, the first of many glasses of Moet White Star Renee would consume that night. As he handed the glass to her Luc noted with admiration "You look lovely tonight!"
Renee blushed. She was already overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment and now by Luc's compliment.
"Oh, mon cheri, don't blush," said Luc in a consoling voice. He brushed his hand lightly against the small of her back, causing a shiver down her spine.
Before Renee could fashion a reply Luc pivoted to address guests arriving in the foyer. As Renee stood in the foyer admiring the flower arrangement, guests arrived as quickly as the elevator could deliver them.
Other than Luc and two attorneys Renee was working with on the case (who had not yet appeared at the party) Renee knew none of the other guests who had arrived. Renee could hear both French and English being spoken and could understand only a smattering of the French conversation. As the party filled Renee retreated to a corner of the living room, drink in hand, watching a swirl of people around her, but too shy to intrude on any of the conversations. As her mind started to wander Luc suddenly appeared with a stunning blonde in tow.
"Renee, I have been watching you out of the corner of my eye and I must apologize profusely for being a poor host. I should have taken the time to introduce you to the other guests at this party. Allow me to introduce my travel companion Linnea. Linnea is from Halmstad, a small city in Sweden that borders the North Sea." Luc left Linnea with Renee and went off to chat with other guests.
Linnea was about 5'7", but with her five inch stiletto heels she towered over Renee. Linnea's short blond hair was cut in a bob with her bangs hanging over one eye. Linnea was wearing a red party dress that had a scoop neck with a fitted top which gave a flattering view of her 34 inch bust. The skirt flared out at the waist and was cut about six inches above the knee. Linnea looked like she walked off the cover of Vogue.
"Renee, so pleased to meet you," Linnea said, grasping Renee's hands into hers. "Luc told me that you are working on one of the bank's cases."
Renee, somewhat star struck by Linnea's stunning appearance, replied rotely, "That's right, I'm a paralegal that supports our litigation team. I handle the review and inventory of documents procured through discovery."
"Renee, I'm so sorry to be blunt. The bank's business bores me to tears. Let's talk about something more interesting. Tell me about yourself."
