The Velvet Room Pt 01

The Velvet Room Pt. 01

Prologue

"Will that be all, Ms. Lancaster?"

Victoria barely looked up from her papers. Elena Ramirez stood at the door to her office, clutching a clipboard. "Yes, you can go now Elena." She said absentmindedly, lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes flicked towards her mild mannered personal assistant.

Elena nodded. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then." She turned and left, closing the door softly behind her.

Victoria took out the card that one of her friends had given her and turned it over in her hands. It was matte black and smooth as polished obsidian- weighty, heavier than the standard business card. In the center was an engraved symbol of a rose with a coiled whip around it. In raised letters and written in an elegant cursive script it read

The Velvet Room.

It was an exclusive BDSM club for the rich and powerful. Invite only.

Victoria Lancaster was the CEO of her own lingerie company, Luxe Noir, one that had made waves in the fashion industry and established her as a powerhouse in the corporate world. She herself was sharp, poised, and always in control- a respected and feared competitor who had built her company with ruthless efficiency. Lately however, the stress of her position had begun to weigh heavily up on her and she had found herself craving a release. To surrender herself and let go of all her responsibilities. To relinquish control.

"She's the best. She'll make you submit in ways you've never imagined."

Her friend had said.

Victoria bit her lip. This was what she needed.

Ch. 1

Victoria sat nervously on the leather chaise in a private chamber of the exclusive BDSM club. Her heart pounded. She was clad in a silk robe with only a pair of satin panties underneath. Stripped of the power suit she usually wore, she felt exposed and vulnerable.

Victoria heard the door unlock, the heavy bolt sliding across the metal. She tightened her fingers on the edge of her robe. Then

she

walked in.

Victoria gasped and her eyes widened in shock. A beautiful woman- dressed in a red and black corset with black stockings and black stilettos- entered the room. Her arms were clad in long gloves and between her fingers she was twirling a riding crop. At her waist was a collar, a leather cuff adorned with a single silver ring. This, however, was not what had made her gasp. The woman that had entered was Elena.

"Elena?!" exclaimed Victoria.

Gone was the mild mannered personal assistant who attended to her every whim. In her place was a commanding, confident woman whose every move exuded dominance and control. Elena met her gaze and smirked. "I thought I would be seeing you here today. I saw the card. Surprised, Ms. Lancaster?"

"Y-You're Mistress Lenore?" asked Victoria in utter disbelief as Elena approached her- her heels clacking against the tiled floors. She stood directly in front of the businesswoman. "But you're usually so docile, so obedient."

"Docile?" asked Elena sweetly, though there was an unmistakable edge to her tone. She reached out with her gloved hand to grip the edge of her robe. Victoria was transfixed by Elena's drastic transformation. It was like she had become an entirely different person. She found herself unable to move.

"Obedient?" Elena leaned in closer, her hot breath on Victoria's cheek.

"Oh, Ms. Lancaster." Elena's voice had taken a lower silkier quality. The riding crop glided beneath Victoria's chin, tilting her face upwards, forcing her to meet Elena's steely gaze.

"You mistake restraint for weakness."

Victoria looked up at Elena and swallowed hard. This was not her assistant. This. This was Mistress Lenore. This was a woman who demanded submission. And Victoria had placed herself at her mercy.

"Strip." Barked Elena, startling Victoria.

"Elena, I don't know if-" began Victoria.

Thwack.

The riding crop came down hard on the couch. Victoria flinched at the sound.

"Here, I am not some lackey to be bossed around. My name is not Elena. It's not Miss Ramirez. It is Mistress or Mistress Lenore." Elena pointed at the door. "If this is too much for you to handle you are welcome to leave."

Victoria's eyes widened. "I-" She glanced at the door, torn. Finally she bowed her head. "Yes, Mistress."

Elena's eyes gleamed in satisfaction. "Now strip." She said, her voice silky, dripping with barely disguised glee. It was clear that she had longed for this day for quite some time. To be the one holding the whip. So to speak.

Victoria's cheeks turned slightly pink with humiliation. She clutched at her robe nervously, hesitating.

A slow smile formed on Elena's face. She enjoyed watching the flush slowly appearing on Victoria's face. She ran the tip of her riding crop along the edge of Victoria's robe, letting the leather press against the smooth silk.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" She asked sweetly as the riding crop continued to slide along the garment. The threat was clear in her tone.

Victoria shook her head. "No." She whispered.

Elena brought the crop down on Victoria's robe, delivering a stinging snap on Victoria's bottom that caused her to yelp. "No, what." said Elena, her eyes narrowing.

"No Mistress," said Victoria quickly. Cowed, she dropped her robe, letting the fabric pool around her ankles in a heap. She stood there awkwardly in only her pink panties, her arms across her bare breasts covering them.

"Did I say you could cover your tits, Victoria?" asked Elena icily.

Victoria quickly dropped her hands to her sides, letting her round breasts spill out, her small pink nipples standing at attention- shamefully erect.

"Put your hands behind your head and push out your chest. I want to see what I'm working with." ordered Elena.

Victoria did so, obediently pushing her breasts out and interlocking her fingers behind her head. To her embarrassment, she felt herself getting wet. Praying that Elena wouldn't notice she pressed her thighs together.

Elena's smirk deepened as she saw the heat rising in Victoria's cheeks and the way her chest heaved up and down. Her eyes flicked to Victoria's thighs, taking in the way she pressed them together. Having been quite experienced she knew exactly what it meant, though she decided to drag it out a bit longer, pretending not to notice.

Elena twirled the crop again expertly in her fingers then placed it under Victoria's right breast, lifting it slightly. Examining it. "My, someone's eager." Her voice was thick with amusement. Victoria was desperately avoiding her gaze, her cheeks slowly turning crimson.

"Oh darling... are you here because you crave discipline?" She let the riding crop trail along Victoria's arm, teasingly, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her pale flesh. She leaned in close, letting Victoria feel the warmth of her breath on her ear.

"Or is it me you want?" her voice had become low and husky.

Victoria's eyes shot up to meet hers and she shifted nervously, her eyes darting from side to side.

Elena grinned. "What's the matter

Ms. Lancaster

?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she said her name the way she would if she were at work. "You're usually so eloquent during your board meetings. Why are you so silent all of a sudden?"

The riding crop slowly slid down Victoria's sternum to her navel and delivered a light tap to the crotch of her panties.

A strangled sound caught in Victoria's throat and her hips bucked forward just slightly, as if seeking more contact. Her panties were now soaked.

Elena's smile widened in triumph. "Does that feel good Victoria?"

Victoria whimpered, burning with humiliation.

Elena placed her leg between Victoria's and spread them apart with her foot. Then She slipped her gloved fingers into the waistband of Victoria's soaked panties and yanked them down to her knees. It had been a few days since she had last trimmed and her hair was slowly starting to grow back.

"Keep those panties around your knees Victoria. If they fall down, you'll have to be punished," warned Ellie.

Victoria swallowed nervously, making sure to keep her legs apart to keep her panties from sliding further. "Yes Mistress."

Elena tsked at the sight of her bush, shaking her head. Then she bit down on her right glove and pulled it off with her teeth. She ran her hand through Victoria's blonde pubic hair.

"Oh this won't do at all darling." She said disapprovingly. "The next time you come here, this had better be gone. I expect all my girls to be completely shaved below the neck."

"Yes Mistress," promised Victoria.

She gave it a gentle tug causing Victoria to let out a small gasp. Then she placed her hand on Victoria's sex and teased the opening with her middle finger. She traced the lip of her labia with the lightest of touches, brushing against it with the tip of her finger. Victoria, desperate for more contact, bucked her hips forward but Elena had already moved her hand away. She urgently needed to rub her legs together for some more friction, but she didn't dare let the panties fall. Victoria could only stare helplessly at Elena.

"Please Mistress," she begged.

Elena leaned in again to whisper in her ear- her tone had taken on a darker and more possessive quality. "Oh, we're just getting started. Pet."

To be continued...