Evie looked over at the clock. As she suspected, it was eight o'clock. It was always this time of night when she would grow restless. She sighed deeply and looked back over at her TV, flipping aimlessly through the channels. Nothing was grabbing her attention. Nothing ever did when she got this way.
She turned the TV off, knowing it was useless to keep watching. Maybe she would go down to the club. That's what she usually wanted. But it hadn't been as satisfying the last few times she had gone. It felt so routine. She would show up, and either track down one of her previous doms to see if they were busy that night, or go to the selection ceremony to see if there was someone new available. On occasion, she would head to the lounge to seek one out herself. Then she would serve them, as she had been doing for years. But the same scenes would keep popping up, the same sensations, and they just didn't serve her as well as they used to.
Evie did her make-up and tied back her long black hair in a high ponytail. She was planning on wearing something from the club, so she slipped on a knee-length black dress for now. She drove down to the club, still feeling terribly restless, and registered at the front desk.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the receptionist, and walked down to the change room for female submissives. She eyed a few fresh faces excitedly picking out their first outfits. It was a little nostalgic, and she missed that feeling. That excited, nervous energy bubbling deep in her soul as she waited to see who or what would be her next task. After changing, she slipped quietly out of the change room and began to wander the halls. She didn't feel like going through the selection ceremony tonight. She was hoping that a former master would be free this evening and would want to work with her.
After awhile, she bumped into Master Tom and looked at him coyly.
"Good evening, Master Tom. Could I be of any service this evening?" she asked, running her hand down his arm.
"Oh, Evie. It's good to see you. I'm sorry, my lovely, but I'm helping Master Mischief with an interesting project this evening."
"Oh, do tell," she said, her eyes alight with curiosity.
"He's been training a lovely new submissive with a dark desire to serve a room full of men all night long. He's enlisted the help of a few masters and a few of the mistresses' male submissives to help this sub satisfy her desires."
She sighed deeply and smiled. "Wonderful. She will be having quite the time this evening."
"As will I." He smiled down at her. "The pickings might be a little lean this evening, my dear, but I hope you find someone. You are one of my favourites."
"Thank you, Master Tom. Enjoy your evening."
"Oh, I will," he said, nuzzling at her neck longingly.
As Master Tom wandered off, Evie walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, looking at the ground forlornly. She sighed with a deep sense of defeat, lowered her head and closed her eyes, holding back tears of frustration. None of this felt right tonight.
She felt warm arms wrapping around her and leaned into them. She opened her eyes and saw Mr. Noir looking down at her.
"Hi," she said sadly as a few tears escaped and rolled down her cheeks.
"Hi," he said back, holding her gently as he stroked her hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" Evie asked.
"Whatever's upset you, my dear."
"Thank you, but no. I'm really not sure what's wrong with me tonight. I'm just not feeling like myself."
"Would you like a distraction instead?" he asked, smiling evilly.
"Sure," she said, smiling back at him.
"Then follow me."
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For the first half an hour, she went through the motions serving Mr. Noir in the ways she knew he desired, but it felt so wrong. She felt numb, almost lifeless. He had noticed her usual spark wasn't there and he was worried about her.
"Come here, slave," Mr. Noir commanded gently. "Kneel beside me."
"No," Evie said quietly.
"What was that, slave?"
"No," Evie said, bolder this time.
"I gave you a command, slave."
"No!" she shouted, glaring at him defiantly.
Mr. Noir rushed towards her, pinning her against the wall by her throat, and stared into her eyes. Her fire burned bright and he looked at her sadly.
He sighed heavily after a moment and released her throat. "Why are you here, Evie?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.
"Why are you here? What are you looking for? What are you hoping to find? You have served me faithfully for years, but this isn't what you are looking for. You don't want me to punish you. I can see that much."
"Well, I... I don't know, truth be told. I think I'm bored. I've served you and so many others for so long that I've seen everything... I've done everything... and I need more. I need something new. Something that will excite me again."
Mr. Noir nodded. "I think you are changing, Evie. You may not know it yet, but you are. These are not the words of a submissive. But I can help you, if you are ready."
He grabbed his whip off of the side table and knelt down at her feet, holding the whip out to her on his open palms.
"Tonight I want you to lead. Tonight you will be Mistress and I will be slave. Tell me what you want me to do. Confess your darkest desires and I will see them filled. And if you enjoy this taste of power, then I can arrange for you to receive proper training here at the club."
Evie looked at him hesitantly. She trusted him implicitly. He was her confidant. He knew her better than anybody else, even the other dominants at the club. When she was feeling particularly miserable, he always got her smiling again. He was always right about what she needed. Was he right about this too? She bit her lip and reached hesitantly for the whip.
"Mr. Noir... I don't... I'm not sure I can do this."
"Oh, my dear Evie." He smiled. "Don't be afraid of this. Submitting is far braver than leading. Trusting that the one you are giving that power to will respect you and protect you. Fulfilling their darkest fantasies without knowing whether you will even get your own much needed release. That is scary. But this... this is liberating. Take back your power. Face this new task with all that fire you've always faced everything else with."
She stared at him for a moment, kneeling vulnerably at her feet. She remembered the very whip he offered her now striking her flesh for failing him or disappointing him or simply because he wanted to see those little lines crossing her flesh.
"What if I hurt you?"
Mr. Noir chuckled. "I doubt you are capable of that, my dear, not yet anyway, but I know the safe word just as you do and I'm not afraid to use it."
He looked up at her mischievously. "Shall we begin, or do you need me to throw you over my knee and spank you until it hurts to sit?"
Evie took a deep breath with her eyes closed, recentering herself, then opened her eyes.
"Kiss my feet, slave," she ordered.
