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 over 18 when involved in sexual situations.
WARNING: This is a BDSM story that contains scenes depicting pain.
I'm thinking about telling the story of Justine's husband and maybe moving forward with Justine's timeline to future adventures. Let me know if you have interest in seeing these stories.
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Summary of Prologue and Chapters One through Three
Justine is recounting her current scene with Mistress Laurine where her Mistress has used both pain and pleasure to push Justine into a dark abyss where she surrenders control to her Mistress.
Justine then recounts how she got there. Justine was once a partner in a Big Four accounting firm and was the engagement partner on a multinational client audit based in Paris. Justine, 43, married, with two adult children, usually would go to bed early instead of hitting the town with her younger team members when the work day was finished.
A flash of mid-life crisis encourages Justine to join her crew. Sasha, one of the team members, suggests they go to a BDSM club in the outer fringes of Paris that she heard about from some of her Paris colleagues. Sasha meets up with a mysterious woman while Justine bides her time before she calls it a day. When leaving, the woman, Laurine, invites Justine to join them. Laurine dispatches Sasha to get drinks and admits to Justine that she only befriended Sasha as a means to meet Justine. Justine tells Laurine that she is not interested in women, but Laurine gets Justine to admit that she is interested in Laurine.
Laurine convinces Justine to go to a private room for a 15 minute introduction into the BDSM world - no strings attached. Justine accepts, and ends up having one of the most violent orgasms of her life after Laurine teases and then hits Justine with a flogger.
Mistress Laurine asks Justine if she wants to go home with her. Justine wants to, but also wants to take time to put her affairs in order. Mistress Laurine is insulted by Justine's failure to immediately go with her. She throws Justine's clothes out into the corridor, pushes a naked Justine out into the corridor and locks the door behind her. Justine scrambles to pick up her clothes. To her embarrassment Sasha is there to help her. Sasha takes Justine back to the hotel and suggests that Justine can now be blackmailed with the knowledge Sasha now has of Justine's public nudity. Sasha accompanies Justine back to Justine's hotel room and takes advantage of her, slapping her to the ground and then forcing herself on Justine's prone body. Justine submits to Sasha and they have furious sex that is satisfying to Justine but is a hollow victory for Sasha.
The next morning Justine puts her personal and professional life on hold. It only takes two phone calls and she realizes that her existing life is disposable and not worth keeping. She puts her efforts into finding Mistress Laurine. She returns to the bar and in return for an exorbitant amount of money secures her phone number. Justine calls but is hung up on. Mistress Laurine lets Justine stew for a few hours and then texts Justine to come to her house.
At the house, Justine is blindfolded and secured by her hands in an upright position. A unknown woman performs analingus on Justine while Mistress Laurine stands in front of Justine and uses her hand to bring Justine to an orgasm. The blindfold is removed and Justine discovers the unknown woman is Sasha. Mistress Laurine tells Justine that she summoned Sasha and discovered the entire story of Sasha's abuse of Justine. They then go to a separate room where Sasha is held. Mistress Laurine administers ten strokes with her flogger that incapacitates Sasha. Justine comforts Sasha and then, at Mistress Laurine's direction, brings Sasha to a rousing orgasm using her mouth.
Mistress Laurine then announces she will administer ten additional strokes for Justine's insubordination the previous night, but that Sasha will serve as Justine's "whipping boy" for her transgressions with Justine. All of them know that Sasha will not be able to endure another whipping. Justine intervenes before the first stroke is administered and accepts the whipping herself. Mistress Laurine's love for Justine increases with Justine's sacrifice, and after the whipping is administered, lays on the floor where they can reach a climax and fall into the Abyss together.
This chapter recounts the story from Sasha's perspective.
Chapter Four
I was young and naïve. I was selfish and self-centered. Through obedience, self-humiliation, and a connection to my sexuality I have learned what it is to truly love and to be truly loved.
I am also a slave. I'm sitting here naked in the middle of my cell awaiting orders from Mistress Laurine. It may be hours before I hear from her. I am alone with my thoughts, and my thoughts are many.
I was Sasha. I was a petulant spoiled child who through her charm and good looks cajoled, flim flammed and faked her way through life until my defining moment. The moment I struck another woman in the face. The culmination of my selfishness. I took advantage of another woman's vulnerability to satisfy my carnal desires. I am ashamed at what I did, but thankful it led to a self-awareness that I lacked but so desperately needed.
Let me explain.
I grew up in an affluent family in Virginia. I lived in Floris, Virginia until I went to college. As an only child of two career State Department bureaucrats I wanted for nothing. I blossomed at age 13 into a woman. I grew to my current 5'3" height and was fortunate to develop C cup breasts at an early age. All of the societal cues for young women were centered on their sexuality and their ability to manipulate people. And for that I was a grand master. I was relatively smart and used my charm at an early age to be the teacher's pet. I got good grades all the way through high school using this technique.
When I entered the University of Northwestern Virginia's business school I decided to major in accounting. I soon discovered that accounting is not my strength, so I was able to supplement my study skills with my body. There was many a teaching assistant, man or woman, that had late night "study" sessions with me that ultimately resulted in sexual satisfaction for them and a better grade for me. I was able to leverage my good grades into interviews with and ultimately choice internships with Big Four accounting firms.
I was always attracted to both men and women. In college it was like a smorgasbord. Men and women of every size, shape and color. I experimented liberally. I found at an early stage that my "bad girl" subliminal messaging led me to the BDSM world, experimenting both as a Domme and as a sub. But I was just a child playing in an adult world. I really didn't understand the true power of dominance and submission. I just thought it was an adult game that supercharged the high of sex. It did, but there was so much more on an emotional level that I didn't appreciate.
I first met Justine as a second year staff accountant. At that time Justine was the audit partner in charge of a multinational client that was the plum assignment in the office. Her audit team traveled the world, centered on Paris, a city I always wanted to visit. I begged the office partner in charge for a full year before she finally relented and placed me on Justine's team. My first assignment with her was an audit assignment at the client's headquarters in Paris. It was a two week assignment with two days tacked on the end for sightseeing. Those two days at the end changed my life.
During the audit assignment I made it my mission to ask the locals in our Paris office about clubs, and particularly ones that specialized in BDSM. There was a consensus that I should check out the Club Mirabeau. It was expensive but the best one in town. They also told me that they charge much more for unaccompanied males, so the two other audit team members, of course both male, urged me to find another female for our night of exploration.
I really didn't know Justine that well. Aside from friendly office banter, until my assignment with her I only knew her by reputation. And her reputation was as a hard ass bitch. I wasn't surprised. To make partner in a man's world took a mental toughness that is not wired into most women's DNA. She was not only a partner, she was a partner on the most important client of our office. As a member of the team I did not see anything contradicting that reputation. We had a lot of work to do and Justine cut slack for no one. We had a specified set of procedures to follow and a strict time budget to complete them. Justine made sure that we stayed on task 100% of the time, and for the young professionals on the team, that took a level of discipline we were not accustomed to. In particular for me, who was always able to wheedle myself out of the tough work, Justine made sure I shouldered my share of the load, and I unfairly blamed her for my unhappiness during the engagement.
That simmering resentment didn't keep me from also fantasizing about her. She was a tall beautiful blond. I'm sure she highlighted her hair, but even if she reverted to her dishwater blond, her hair was dazzling as its lush mane was up in a French twist. She of course always dressed tastefully with tailored jackets and skirts and heels no more than 3 inches. Being in close quarters during the assignment, I could often see as she leaned forward that the margins between the buttons on her silk blouse would reveal a lacy demi-cup bra holding creamy white "D" cup breasts. I knew she was happily married but I lusted after her nevertheless, no different than I lusted after my older teaching assistants and professors when I was in college.
All this was a prelude to that fateful night.
It was an early August night in Paris. We had just wrapped up our audit assignment and were back at our Relais et Chateaux flagged hotel. As was our routine, the team assembled in the hotel bar. On nights when we didn't have to be in at the crack of dawn the next day we would plan an outing to a bar or club. We would always ask Justine to come with us and she would always beg off and go back to her room. This night was different. We were joking around in the bar. I could tell that Justine was in a different mental place. She seemed less focused on work and more focused on her life. Maybe it was because we had just finished our assignment and she felt she could let her hair down. In any event when we made the usual ask of whether she wanted to go to a club that night were floored when she said yes. The two guys and I waited in the bar for her to change and come back to the bar.
I knew something was going to be different that night when Justine returned. It was as if time slowed to a crawl when the two guys and I saw Justine get out of the elevator. She was absolutely stunning. Her blonde hair was taken out of its usual French twist and allowed to cascade over her shoulders. She was wearing a sheer silk blouse that had one more button open than usual. You could see the edges of her bra and her inviting cleavage was there for all to see. She was wearing a skirt that was probably three or four inches shorter than usual and was wearing black stilettos with four inch heels.
I was the first to talk. "My God Justine, who let out your inner slut?"
"What DO you mean?" she asked back. It was the perfect response to let the tension out of the air. All of us laughed.
She added for good measure, "It's good to keep my team on its toes."
