The Velvet Room Pt 02

The Velvet Room: Mistress Lenore

Author's note:

Hi guys! Thanks so much for all the feedback and the supportive comments on pt. 01. I really appreciate it. I have made an effort to make this submission longer.

Ch. 2

Pet.

That simple word sent a shiver down Victoria's spine. She wasn't even sure from what. Embarrassment? Excitement? Fear? A combination of all three? All she knew was that she was more aroused in this moment than she had been in years. Perhaps ever. What was certain though was from this point on, Elena had fully become Mistress Lenore.

She felt Mistress Lenore's middle finger slip inside of her. A soft, sensual, guttural moan left her lips as she felt her finger curling inside of her and she arched her back in response. Then as soon as it had come, it was gone. Lenore withdrew her hand.

Mistress Lenore's fingertip was covered in Victoria's juices. She brought it to her lips, not taking her eyes off of Victoria's face, and licked the juices off with her tongue. Victoria followed Mistress Lenore's every action, transfixed. Just the simple act of her pink tongue sliding up the base of her middle finger to the tip, had Victoria utterly mesmerized. Lenore oozed confidence and sensuality with every move, every gesture. Mistress Lenore smiled devilishly and brought her hand down between Victoria's legs once again. Once again, her fingers began to trace the edges of her pussy with the lightest of touches. Her delicate, slender fingers brushing ever so slightly, against Victoria's lips.

The humiliation of being naked and forced to hold her panties up with her knees had made Victoria incredibly sensitive to her touch. As Mistress Lenore's fingers danced along the folds of her sex. Victoria's legs trembled. She let out a small moan.

"Please touch me Mistress." she said, closing her eyes. She leaned forward slightly on the balls of her feet.

Mistress Lenore withdrew her hand again, smirking. "I like the way you beg, Victoria. It's very fitting. Very becoming of you."

Victoria groaned as even the faintest of touches was now being denied her. "Please don't tease me like this Mistress. I need your touch." She was not used to not getting what she wanted. The teasing was driving her up the walls.

As Mistress Lenore came in again to touch her, Victoria eagerly clenched her thighs together trapping Lenore's hand between her legs. She was so accustomed to always dictating the pace in every situation that the move felt natural. It came as pure instinct, her body driven by an urgent need for release. In her haste to pleasure herself she had forgotten where she was and who she was dealing with. However, even before she opened her eyes, she knew she had made a grave mistake.

The smirk on Mistress Lenore's face had disappeared. In its place was a mask of fury. She jerked her hand out from between Victoria's clenched thighs. "You insolent pup! How dare you!" She slapped Victoria across the face.

Victoria's eyes snapped open. She looked fearfully at Lenore's expression. "I didn't mean to! I swear. It was an accident." Her panties slid to her ankles. The two of them stared at the underwear, lying on the floor. There was a pause. Then their eyes met. Victoria was terrified. "I-"

Lenore grabbed her by her hair and dragged her across the room, over to a long black table. Victoria felt a sharp pain as she was pulled along by her hair. She tried to keep pace with Lenore, her legs stumbling about, tripping over themselves as she tried to move with her panties around her ankles.

Lenore's fingers twisted tightly in Victoria's hair, forcing her head down and her body to follow. Victoria's breath came in shallow gasps from the pain in her scalp as well as the utter indignity of being dragged around naked by her assistant.

"It seems you have trouble following simple instructions, Victoria," said Mistress Lenore. She bent the other woman over the black bondage table, pressing down between her shoulder blades. "You seem to be under the delusion that you are somehow still in control. Don't worry, I will soon rid you of that ridiculous notion."

Victoria turned her face to the side, her cheeks now pressed firmly against the plush black leather of the table. She saw, from the corner of her eye, Mistress Lenore raising the riding crop above her head. Her eyes widened in terror.

Crack.

The riding crop came down hard on her bare bottom, causing her to buck forward against the table. She let out a yelp of pain.

"Please Mistress. I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It won't happen again." She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

Mistress Lenore ignored her pleas.

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

The crop came down four more times for a total of five. The lashes left red marks crisscrossing her pale bottom. Victoria's tears spilled over and a few splashed onto the black leather table surface.

"Do you understand your place now, Victoria?" Asked Mistress Lenore.

"Yes Mistress." blubbered Victoria. Though the lashes had been painful, the blow to her dignity had hit much harder.

"Lie down on the table." Ordered Mistress Lenore. Her voice was still firm but it had taken on a gentler quality from before. She removed the satin panties from around Victoria's ankles and tossed them onto the chaise. "Put your arms and legs in the restraints."

Obediently, Victoria clambered onto the table. She turned onto her back and placed her arms and legs into the cuffs. Mistress Lenore fastened the restraints around Victoria's limbs. The cuffs were more like sleeves that fit snugly around her arms and legs, keeping her arms stiffly in place next to her head and her legs spread apart. She felt utterly exposed in this position.

"Do you know why you were punished so harshly, Victoria?" Asked Mistress Lenore. She gripped Victoria's chin and turned her face to look up at her. She carefully wiped the tears from Victoria's face with her thumb. Victoria's watery eyes searched Mistress Lenore's face and for the briefest of moments she thought she caught a glimpse of Elena hiding behind Lenore's stern gaze. Then it disappeared.

"Because I-I disobeyed you and let my panties fall?" Said Victoria uncertainly. The pain still lingered but her tears had stopped. Her ragged breathing gradually slowed as she lay in the restraints almost soothed by her immobility.

"That was a part of it, yes, but the main reason was much more severe. You trapped my hand between your thighs. That was a

major

breach of protocol. Do you understand?" Lenore asked, staring intently at her.

Victoria nodded, wide-eyed. She hadn't realized how serious her transgression was. "I'm sorry Mistress. I promise it won't happen again."

Mistress Lenore continued to stare at her. Finally she nodded, seemingly satisfied. "Good girl."

Mistress Lenore pressed the tip of the riding crop against Victoria's stomach. It trailed down her navel to rest suggestively between her legs. Victoria's eyes filled with fear and she struggled against the bindings. They were quite immovable. Victoria's bottom lip quivered, her eyes followed Lenore's every movement, unable to look away. Without warning Mistress Lenore flicked the riding crop down on Victoria's right breast. She felt a jolt run through her body yet again, but this time of pleasure accompanied the pain.

Mistress Lenore let the riding crop trail up Victoria's inner thigh before delivering another unexpected swat to her navel. Then she delivered another swat between Victoria's legs that made her jump. Though it stung a little, the tingling sensation caused a wave of pleasure to course through her body. She let out an involuntary sound- somewhere between a garble and a moan.

The anticipation of each flick- not knowing where and when the next one would land- was making her entire body incredibly sensitive. She felt the heat rising within her as she continued to squirm in the restraints. Mistress Lenore continued to flick her body, pausing every now and then to let the tip of the crop trail across her skin, heightening the sensation.

Victoria bit her lip. Why was she feeling this way? Why was her body responding to every touch, to every caress? She continued to writhe around on the table, though the restraints kept her from moving very far. She desperately wanted to rub her legs together, but it seemed as though part of her punishment was to ensure that she could not bring herself to orgasm.

Swat.

Again the crop landed on her fleshy, now reddened, pussy. She cried out again, letting out another long moan of pleasure and desperation. The crop, just seconds ago a tool of punishment and discipline, had now become a tool of utmost pleasure. Under the skilled hands of Mistress Lenore, she was slowly becoming undone. She was slowly becoming a slave to it. To the crop. To Mistress Lenore. The shame began to rise in her throat, her chest tightening with the realization. Here she was, bound, restrained, vulnerable, and exposed in front of her very own personal assistant. And the worst part... she liked it. No, she craved it.

Victoria's eyes met Mistress Lenore's for a second- the other woman standing over her, by her side. She could tell Mistress Lenore could tell exactly what she was thinking. She had never felt so naked in her life. Not just because of her physical state, but her mind. It felt like she had been hiding this part of herself her whole life, and now it was stripped bare for everyone to see, including herself.

"You feel it, don't you?" she said softly, dragging the leather tip up the inside of Victoria's thigh, pausing just short of the most sensitive place.

Victoria looked away, turning her face, but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. "Yes, Mistress." she whispered.

Mistress Lenore gripped her chin with her still gloved left hand and turned her face back to look at her. "This is what it means to surrender."

Then she let go of Victoria's chin. She laid the crop down on Victoria's sternum so that the tip rested between her breasts and the handle between her legs. Then she walked around the head of the table and out of sight. Victoria could hear Mistress Lenore rummaging around in a drawer behind her. She tried to turn her head, desperate to know what was in store for her, but to no avail.

Mistress Lenore returned to stand just behind Victoria's head. Victoria looked up at Lenore, towering above her, hiding something behind her back.

"When and even

if

you receive pleasure, Victoria," said Lenore sternly. "It will be at my discretion and mine alone. Do you understand?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes Mistress."

"This is not your boardroom, nor your office. This is my domain. Any more crude attempts by you to try and take control of the situation, will be met with swift punishment. Do not expect special treatment simply because you are my employer." Said Mistress Lenore.

Victoria's eyes glanced down at the riding crop resting on her belly. Somehow it felt heavier. She nodded again. "Yes Mistress." Her punishment from earlier was not easily forgotten.

"Good."

Mistress Lenore walked to the side of the table and bent over so she and Victoria were face to face. She held up the item she had hidden behind her, taunting her with it. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, smirking.

Victoria nodded. It was a Hitachi magic wand. "Yes Mistress."

Mistress Lenore chuckled. "I figured you would."

Victoria blushed.

Mistress Lenore straightened. She turned the wand on to the medium setting, letting it hum. Then she pressed the head against Victoria's inner thigh, purposely avoiding her already glistening pussy. By this time a sheen of sweat had formed on Victoria's chest and forehead. Her hair, usually styled in an elegant updo, now clung to her face, disheveled and matted.

She strained against her bonds, yearning to quench the aching fire between her thighs with the wand which Mistress Lenore held just out of reach. The restraints held Victoria's legs firmly in place. A strangled sob left her lips.

"Please Mistress. Please let me come!" She begged, tears of frustration running down her pink cheeks.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you." Mistress Lenore said, causing Victoria to blush. "It doesn't take much to get you trembling."

Victoria opened her mouth to respond but Mistress Lenore only smiled and brought the wand to rest on Victoria's clitoris, pressing against the nub and rubbing it around the hotspot.

"Ahhhhh ahhhh. Yess!! Yesss!" screamed Victoria. She was getting close. So tantalizingly close to the relief she needed. Then the pressure was gone again. Mistress Lenore had pulled away yet again.

Victoria gasped, her breathing was now ragged. "Please..." was all she could muster out. Her voice was hoarse from screaming.

Mistress Lenore brought the wand back yet again, relentless in her slow torture of Victoria. The wand hummed happily as though ignorant of the part it played in Victoria's breaking. Victoria felt her body climbing once more. Straining once again against her bonds. Almost at the apex.

A gasp of longing tore from her throat. Her face was a mess of tears. "Ahhhh." She was so close yet again.

"Uh uh." Mistress Lenore warned switching the wand off. "You don't come until I let you come.

If

I let you come."

Once more, Victoria opened her mouth to respond, to plead with Mistress Lenore. Before she could say a word, Mistress Lenore switched the wand on its highest setting and pressed it firmly against her pussy.

"Come for me, pet."

Victoria came. Harder than she ever had, her thighs clenching, her stomach taut as a bow. She collapsed on the table, utterly spent. Broken.

Mistress Lenore unclasped the restraints that held Victoria's arms and legs in place. She let Victoria lay there, her hand running through her golden hair and along her shoulders, as Victoria slowly came down from her high.

"Good girl," murmured Elena. Victoria looked up at her blearily, feeling exhausted. To her surprise, she no longer saw Mistress Lenore. It was Elena once again.

Victoria nuzzled her face against Elena's soft hand, causing her to smile. When Victoria was ready, she slid off the table with Elena supporting her. Her legs quivered from her ordeal and she stood unsteadily, leaning against the table, her bare feet cold on the tiled floor. Elena helped her dress, holding out her panties for her to step into. Elena pulled the satin underwear up her legs to fit snugly around her waist. Victoria felt embarrassed to be treated like this- the move was so intimate, so sensual. However, she felt oddly comforted and safe in Elena's presence. Elena retrieved her silk robe and placed it about her shoulders, letting her slip into the cool fabric. She reached around Victoria's waist and carefully tied the robe around her.

Elena turned Victoria around to face her. Then she gave her a warm smile. "This concludes our session." She turned to leave. She hadn't made it two steps before she felt a gentle tug on her arm.

"Please... don't go. Not yet."

Elena paused. She turned back to Victoria, her expression calm and unreadable. She placed her left hand upon Victoria's cheek- her gloved fingers cupping her face. "You're safe." She said softly. "You did very well." Then she gently pried Victoria's fingers from around her arm.

"You need to rest now." Elena murmured, brushing a damp strand of hair from Victoria's face. She got on her tiptoes and kissed Victoria lightly on the forehead.

Then she was gone.

Victoria stood there, her mind still reeling from the aftershock of the session. Elena's kiss still lingered on her forehead. A soft knock on the door shook her out of her reverie.

"Miss?" came a timid voice from beyond the door.

"Come in." Said Victoria, a little shakily.

A pretty girl in her twenties entered the room carrying a pair of slippers and a golden mask. Except for the leather collar around her neck, she was completely naked. She was one of the many subs employed by the club for menial tasks and ensuring the guests were looked after.

Victoria put on the mask- the wealthy and high profile patrons of the establishment were allowed to wear them when passing through the public areas in order to protect their anonymity. She stepped into the soft comfy slippers, grateful to not be barefoot anymore on the cold tiles. The sub turned and led her out of the private room and into the plush decadent hallway. Victoria followed close behind the naked girl, the girl's bare bottom leading the way. As they walked, Victoria could hear faint moans and the crack of riding crops on flesh emanating from the other rooms. They came across a large public area that Victoria had passed on her way in earlier that day. Masked members mingled about talking quietly with each other in hushed whispers.

Finally they came to the private lockers where Victoria had left her clothes. The sub nodded then left Victoria alone with her thoughts. She quickly changed back into her suit, feeling safe within her day clothes. She left the club still in a bit of a daze. A while later, she had pulled into the driveway of her large two-story home in the suburbs.

She collapsed facedown on her bed not bothering to change out of her clothes. She laid there on her soft sheets- her thoughts filled with ropes, bondage, and many other titillating delights. Foremost in her mind however, was Elena. The confident manner in which she had carried herself. The dominance with which she had handled Victoria. And finally, the tender kiss she had placed on her forehead, before she had left the room.

As she drifted slowly off to sleep, Victoria realized that she had crossed a line from which she could not return.

To be continued...