Author's note
: In my early years of sexual exploration, I was focused on BDSM and the search for the perfect Mistress. While I had several amazing, eye-opening relationships, I haven't written about them until now. While this is a purely fictional account, the predicament in which Soma finds himself is based on a rather memorable encounter from my early years. I hope you enjoy it more than Soma did. If you do, please leave a comment: I enjoy reading them all.
A little background for those who are new to this series: Soma has been gently blackmailed into becoming a part-time Pleasure Giver at a motel run by Mr. and Mrs. King, as told in The Apotheosis of Soma. While he's not being paid, he has, for the most part, enjoyed the experiences. He's learned more about himself than he expected. This is the first story in which he interacts with a woman in a meaningful way. If you like it and would like more, let me know: I'm giving serious thought to a new series of stories based on my early BDSM explorations and the search for a Mistress.
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When I entered the motel office to pick up my key card for the day's shift, Mrs. King called me into her office.
"I need to ask a favor of you, Soma."
"I'm yours to command, Mrs. King."
She looked troubled. "No, Soma, this is something different. And, for the record, you may choose to decline this client and no one will think the less of you. She is...special."
My ears perked up when I heard the pronoun "she." I hadn't played with a woman in years; not that I didn't like them, but there were too many complications. Unless...
"You say she's a 'special' woman, Mrs. King. Is she trans?"
Mrs. King chuckled at that.
"I assure you, Soma, she is 100% genetically female. She is a friend of mine who is a healthcare professional. She's also a Domme with a strong sadistic streak. She knows about our establishment and asked me if I could supply a test subject for her."
"Test subject, Ma'am?" I was definitely interested now. This was conjuring up fond memories of years past, when my early explorations involved submitting to women. I had learned to appreciate their sensual and erotic approach to cruelty and pain. No man I met had been able to come close to their ability to use pain in the pursuit of pleasure.
"Yes. She's been developing some special piece of equipment and wants to test it on a male subject before she uses it on her own sub. She said if she had to tweak it, she'd rather do it on a "useless man," to use her words. She wasn't referring to you, Soma: she just doesn't care for men in general."
"Hmmm, a sadistic Domme who doesn't like men? That could be interesting...and dangerous."
"I won't sugarcoat it, Soma. If you choose to submit to her, she will hurt you, but she won't harm you. She explained what would happen and agreed to my monitoring the session from the office. We'll have the usual cameras and microphones in your room and I'll watch everything. I know her and trust her, but your safety and health are paramount."
"Thank you for your concern, Ma'am. As you know, I've had dealings with Dommes in the past; in fact, they helped me discover my high pain tolerance. As long as she doesn't leave any lasting marks on me or engage in toilet play, I think I'll be good with it."
Mrs. King was unconvinced.
"I appreciate your desire to serve, Soma, but I want to make sure you understand: she knows how to administer pain. And she enjoys breaking people. But she is a healthcare professional and knows how to keep you from harm and herself out of legal and professional trouble."
"Well, Ma'am, I'm always up for a new experience, and you've been kind to me since I've been here. It's the least I can do to help you out."
"Thank you, Soma. You won't regret it....actually, you will," she added enigmatically. "Oh, and one more thing: she may use you sexually. Do you have a problem with that?"
At that point, my little head took over and, as usually happens in such situations, I sealed my fate. I broke into the clueless horny guy smile I'm sure women know all too well.
"That would be just fine, Mrs. King. It'll be a nice change of pace to bring pleasure to a woman."
She just shook her head and gave me a pitying look. Clearly, I had forgotten what she had said earlier, and I was going to pay the price.
"Thank you, again, Soma. You'll be in Room 315 today. It's one we use for special occasions. It's at the far end and is the most private of our rooms. Good luck. I'll come up after the session to check on you. Oh, and your safeword is 'Rosebud.'"
I made it to the third floor in record time. This was going to be a great afternoon. It had been too long since I had played any BDSM games with a woman. My cock was definitely ready for whatever may happen.
Room 315 was the typical business suite, with some notable modifications. The cameras that monitored the room were more obvious. The air conditioning was off and the room was noticeably warm. The king bed was stripped down. Gone were the blankets and comforter. Instead, there was a sheet of what looked like plastic or vinyl. On each corner of the mattress was a leather cuff, with a chain running under the bed to the other cuff. The cuffs were attached to the chain with a latch; the links could be adjusted as needed. The two pillows were encased in plastic. It would be easy to clean up any fluids (
or blood?
). This was not the Honeymoon Suite.
On the desk was the ubiquitous sheet of instructions. I picked it up and read.
"PG, I knew you'd help Mrs. King out; thank you. I think I can promise you an unforgettable experience that's right up your alley. When you finish reading this, strip down and put your clothes away. Be sure to use the provided enemas, then take a quick shower and brush your teeth. There's no need to shave. When you've finished lay down on the bed and put on the blindfold. Mrs. King will come up and complete preparations. Do not turn on the air conditioner and do not use the pillows. Have fun. Mr. King."
