Although each chapter is a story on its own, you might enjoy it more by starting with chapter 1 as there may be references to characters or events that happened in previous chapters. All characters participating in sexual activity in the stories are 18 or over.
Chapter 19: Tanja and Vagina.
The rest of the week was rather uneventful but I was getting a bit nervous on Friday towards six when I expected Tanja to arrive. After all, she was a force to be reckoned with: boss of the local BDSM club, and master of, amongst others, Astrid, and who else? Just as I was about to close the shop, she arrived, oozing authority, black suit with a mid-calf length tube skirt. I just got a glimpse of a black bra underneath the jacket, black stockings, and black pumps with 12cm (5 inch) heels, making her taller than I was.
"Good evening Lew, ready for the inspection?"
"Should I play along and act as a sub
," I wondered, "
no I don't think so."
"Hello Tanja, and welcome; shall we go straight to the cellar?"
"Sounds good."
We descended the round metal staircase leading to the cellar, and as I needed to switch on the light for Tanja's inspection, I led the way. Once at the bottom, she looked around.
"Excellent, I see the floor has been done in cast concrete as ordered; it gives a very smooth surface, easy for removing any bodily fluids that may end up there. The walls have been left as they were, raw concrete, excellent. Now let's take a look at the electricals."
"Elisa told me the controls are here in the corner, all built into this command post."
After Elisa's explanations, I could control some of the toys, like the winches, the sound system, and a big part of the lighting, which was rather similar to what I had upstairs in the photo studio.
"Good, good, how about dressing and cleaning, mmhmm I see they have built a dressing room, hopefully to my specifications, let's take a look, yes indeed very nice. Excellent I like it. Have you paid Jack's and the plumber's invoices?"
"Yes I have Tanja, their prices were very reasonable."
"They had better have been if they want to remain members of the club. So let's see what we can install where."
"You want to install more stuff?"
"Of course, these are the basics that you find in every normal warehouse, now we need to move in the more specific toys we need."
"Oh, and what would they be?"
"Well we need a St. Andrew's cross, a spanking bench, a whipping post, a sex swing or two, several restraining boxes, a dungeon and gynecology chair, great fun for aficionados. Those are the big ones, then we need cupboards to store the spanking gear like an assortment of Cat-O-Nine tails, paddles, riding-crops and the restraining gear and chains, nipple clamps, and suction cups, one of which I mentioned to you the other day; we have some nice Japanese nipple clamps with assorted weights in our collection."
"Wow, that's quite a lot."
"Oh that is far from everything, we also have a very advanced fucking machine, different types of dildoes and butt plugs, loads of lubricants, oh, and a smothering box and chair, spreader bars, tons of rope, candles... We will need a lot of cupboard space to store it all; I'll get someone to make some more for us, now that we have ample space to put them."
"So that's why the inauguration is still a few weeks off then?"
"Yes, it will take several more weeks to first move our existing stuff here, and put in the additional cupboards and tools."
"OK, I think I have seen everything."
"Great, could I invite you to my apartment for a pre-dinner drink maybe?"
"Sounds excellent, I will tell you some more about our lifestyle then; please lead the way."
Once in my apartment, I offered Tanja a glass of Champagne.
"How did you end up in this lifestyle?"
"That's a long and complicated story."
"It's early yet, so please do tell."
"I don't like to go into the details, but suffice it to say that I grew up in a household where my mother had a succession of abusive partners, most of whom really didn't appreciate me being around. I quickly learned to hide away whenever they were present, and spent a lonely and scared childhood. I fled from home when I was eighteen with the help of some sort of overaged hippie and moved into his 'love' commune, where there was free sex for all. It was there that I was properly introduced into the world of BDSM, at first as a slave, but by the time I turned nineteen, I had become a Mistress."
"That wasn't a real nice childhood that you had then, though it does explain your attitude, especially towards men."