"Kathy? Short for Kathleen? Katherine?" Thomas asked lightly as he poured them both a drink. A strong one for the pale redhead sitting in his easy chair nervously fidgeting.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I guess...I guess just actually being here...well, I'm very...this just isn't me, something I would normally do," she replied with a drop of her head. He could almost feel her shame as it poured from her. She crossed and uncrossed her legs. Thomas walked to her slowly and handed her the cool glass.
"Thank you," she mumbled, her head still down to hide her face, her eyes. He could see that this would go one of two ways. She would either love it or hate it. There would be no in between with this one. But he sometimes liked girls like this, the ones that fought the desire so hard in themselves.
Thomas handed her the clipboard with the questionnaire. She looked up at him hesitantly.
"What's this?" she asked softly.
"It helps us get started. There are some basic questions and some not so basic questions."
"Oh. Okay." Kathy said as she looked the form over. He saw her begin to blush as she read. That was his cue.
"And while you're doing that, I've got something to take care of. I'll be back in a bit." He turned and left her without another glance. He went into his home office, checked some messages and then some email. Then he used a remote that dropped a screen down on the wall next to the desk. The screen was split into several smaller screens, the feeds coming from different video cameras throughout the house. He controlled them all with his computer and used it now to zoom in on the living room where the latest of his clients sat contemplating his much thought out questions. Hit and miss experiences early on led him to the belief that a little knowledge beforehand went a long way. He watched her hesitate on each question before filling it out. She took a long time to answer them. After his drink was long gone he saw that she had finished. He ran his hands through his short brown hair, noting that it was longer than he liked to keep it and making a note on a scrap of paper to remember to get a haircut soon. He waited a full five minutes, again watching her knowing that she was getting more nervous by the second.
Thomas wasn't the garden variety Master/dominating looking person. His build was slight, his skin was pale. He appeared to be meek upon first meetings to most people.
He liked to act the perfect gentlemen with clients before they began a session, especially the first time. He thought that the difference in his demeanor from that to when they began was quite a turn on for most of them. But this girl, she seemed so skittish. He would have to take it carefully.
Kathy looked visibly relieved when he returned to her.
"All done?"
She nodded, dropping her head again. She handed him the clipboard hesitantly not able to meet his light brown eyes.
"Can we just start now?"
Kathy wouldn't look at him. Thomas resisted the urge to reach out and turn her face up towards him. He liked to keep all of the actions confined to his special room.
"Follow me," he said. For some reason, one that Thomas was struggling with, this girl annoyed him. It was a foreign feeling. When it came to his much loved domination he was an equal-opportunity kind of guy. There had only been one time before when he'd felt about a client like he was feeling now about Kathy. And that session hadn't gone well. It was one he didn't like to think about and generally didn't have to; he'd never seen that one again.
Down a hallway on the right from the living room where they'd been, at one of several doors, Thomas stopped. This door looked like all the others and like them was closed but it had an electronic punch lock. He entered the combination and as the click of the lock releasing was heard he turned to Kathy and saw that her eyes were wide looking at the lock.
"It's only on the outside. It doesn't lock from the inside," he said, wondering why he was trying to comfort her fear. She nodded her head in understanding slowly. He opened the door, just slightly. "You'll have privacy to get prepared. I'll be a few minutes."
She walked through the door, again not able to look at him, and he shut it. He opened the next door, went it and shut it lightly.
The small room used to be the hall closet. When he'd renovated the bedroom to outfit it with the many contraptions he used, he'd wasted no time in making this his space to get ready in. The first thing he'd done was install a large double mirror. And of course there was a small video monitor that allowed him to watch the girls if they chose to use the bathroom to change in. Nothing was safe from his eyes at this point.
Kathy wandered around the room as he looked through the special glass. He let the clipboard slide from his hand onto the barstool he'd placed inside his hidden space. She was walking around slowly, letting her hands touch things as she passed them. This was another part of the process he liked. He relished it, especially the first session, seeing what in the room caught a woman's fancy. While he watched her look over the sex swing he was starting to relax about her and began changing. He kept his leather pants, specially made like most of his leather restraints, hanging in the darkness along with the boots liked to wear. He liked to use things that laced up, things that took time to close and secure. His pants were no exception, either were the restraints. Everything he'd had made laced up.
Thomas was changed and ready. He noticed that Kathy still had not begun undressing. He picked up the clipboard and sat on the stool to read it over.
Kathy was short for Katherine. She was 33. Her answer to why she was here was simply 'to try it'. He rolled his eyes, but wasn't surprised. It was hard for people to admit the things they wanted most times. His eyebrow raised when he read her answer to the question asking if the client wanted penetration. He was genuinely interested that she'd answered with a yes. With a pause in reading he looked at her again. She was starting now to undress and had removed her blouse. She was in the process of unzipping her jeans. He kept reading. She'd managed to answer every question, as the form required that all questions were to be answered, without directly answering most of them. Another glance up and she'd removed her bra. He skimmed through from top to bottom.
Call her Katherine, check. Penetration, check. Toys were okay, check. Some anal play allowed, check. Wants to be spanked, check. Nipple clamps were a 'no', check. Blindfold, check. And of course, as almost always, she'd been 'naughty'. She wanted to be 'forced to do things'. He committed all of this to memory, be it short term for now as he didn't take the time to truly remember things until the first sessions were complete. Her chosen safe word was violet.
He checked her through the mirror again and whether or not she'd removed her panties was something he'd have to find out since she'd put on a, from what he could tell, a sheer white shift of a nightgown. An interesting twist, he didn't see that often. He watched her uncertainly look around the room. She finally chose the padded bench in the center of the room and sat on it, fidgeting around. She looked up at the metal bar above her, the hooks and attachment points catching her attention.
Thomas liked to watch them wait for him. And he was enjoying now watching her, her nervousness filling the room. He began to rub his cock through the leather of his pants. And it began to swell with anticipation. He knew that maybe there was something not quite right with the pleasure he found in seeing the fear, be it slight or great, in someone's eyes. Maybe not so much fear, maybe just the nervousness. Either way it made him rock hard every time. He looked once more through the mirror before he lightly touched the dimmer switch for his work room.
Where Kathy had chosen to sit really couldn't have been better. The light before he dimmed it was quite bright in the room but after he lowered the level there was really only one bulb still shining and it was right above her, illuminating her deep red hair that fell down her back and accentuating the paleness of her skin and her gown. He watched her notice the change in lighting, she looked all around the room but of course didn't see him.
Thomas took the riding crop he kept on a simple nail in the wall, relishing once again the feel of it in his hand, the power washing through him. He left his small sanctuary and once again released the lock on the door with a few pushes of his finger. He walked through, slowly, and closed the door lightly. The room was silent, so quiet he could hear her every breath as she anticipated what was about to happen. His boots, well worn, thudded heavily across the floor, each step seeming to be more pronounced than the last.
