It was a murky, cool morning. The sun peeked through the cloud cover occasionally and cast the kitchen in orange and yellow light. Delilah was enjoying her usual breakfast, cherry flavored vape and a coffee. Sean was digging into a plate of bacon and toast. The radio on the kitchen counter was cranking out hits from the nineties. As another song began, the drum beats and guitar strums of the
Barenaked Ladies
filled the background.
I.. met you... before the fall of Rome.
And I... begged you... to let me take you home.
You were wrong. I was right.
You said goodbye. I said goodnight!
Woo, woo, woo! IT'S ALL BEEN DONE!
Sean studied the sultry goth across the table as she flipped through a magazine. Delilah beamed in between tokes on her pen and sips of black brew as she browsed through pages of Femdom fashion. It was during these quiet mornings together that she reminded him of Melissa. When she was excited or enjoying the power high of dominance, the resemblance wasn't there. But when she relaxed, Sean felt like he was back with his high school sweetheart.
I... knew you... before the west was won.
And I... heard you say, the past was much more fun.
You go your way. I go mine.
But, I'll see you next time!
Woo, woo, woo! IT'S ALL BEEN DONE!
He crunched into a piece of bacon and savored its flavor while shifting in his chair. Sean's leather clothing flexed and creaked around his body as he repositioned his legs below the kitchen table. The now-flexible fetishwear had become his permanent uniform. His collar, likewise, remained snug around his neck; a permanent fixture of his life since his second day in Chrysalis.
Sean was reminded of a line from
Fight Club
:
'You will wear leather clothes that last the rest of your life.'
Never in a million years did he think he'd be living in the portrait those words painted. It was doubtful he and Delilah would be hunting elk or climbing the Sears Tower any time soon, but at least one part of that strange prophecy had come true.
Come to think of it, how long had it been since he arrived? Two weeks? Three weeks? A month? Longer? Time was difficult to gauge in Chrysalis. Sean hadn't seen a single calendar since entering this place. Even clocks seemed rare. Then again, since so much of commerce and
business as usual
had broken down in this place, it made an odd kind of sense.
Their life, for however long they'd been together as Mistress and slave, had been a whirlwind of female domination and male submission. For Sean it was an epiphany. Chrysalis provided a boot camp of sexual discovery, experimentation and hedonistic debauchery. They ate. They slept. They fucked. More specifically, Delilah fucked him with ever bigger strapons. She'd trained him in many other ways as well. Sean was now accustomed to wearing chastity devices and butt plugs as a matter of course.
They went to wild sex parties hosted by her friends. At times, Sean would be dominated by multiple women. At others, he'd be virtually ignored; human furniture as Delilah and her fellow Dommes focused on other subs in training.
That was life now. There was no work to be done and almost no worries to be had. Yet, no matter how many days passed like sands through the hourglass, Sean still looked over his shoulder and listened carefully for ominous sounds on the wind. He never wanted to be caught by another swarm of filthy creatures or confronted by that horrible monstrosity again. So far, he'd avoided further altercations.
"Mistress. A question, if I may?"
"Ask away." Delilah looked up from her magazine and smiled before taking another sip of joe. Her good mood was evident.
"Do you remember why you came to Chrysalis?"
The black-haired beauty leaned back in her chair. "Hmmm... I don't recall what my reasoning was before I arrived. But once I'd been here a while, it became obvious. This is what I wanted. So, I left my old life behind."
"And what is it you like about living here?"
Delilah shrugged. "Lots of things. Sure, it's run down, messy and even a little dangerous, but it's authentic. I am... who I want to be. I do what I want to do. Nobody who lives in Chrysalis answers to anyone else."
Sean lifted an eyebrow in a clear pantomime of:
'Say what?'
She chuckled before reaching over and grabbing hold of his leash. Delilah gave it a gentle tug and the collar pulled on Sean's neck. "Unless they want to" she added in her most alluring voice.
The leather clad submissive smiled back before reaching down and resuming his breakfast. "What's on the agenda today, Mistress?" he asked before biting into a piece of toast.
"We're going to an event tonight. The biggest since you've been here. I'd tell you the name of the club, but I don't want to spoil the surprise."
"There's a club still operating in Chrysalis?"
"Of course. We make time for what's important to us. Priorities."
Sean nodded. He didn't need to ask what type of club it was. Dancing was not the primary motivation of the people in this town.
"I want to look my best, so I'll be browsing new outfits this afternoon. While I'm doing that, you can handle the chores. We need food, so you'll make a trip to the market. After that, you can pick up my things at the laundromat."
"Yes, Mistress." As Sean finished the last of his bacon, a sudden realization flashed through his mind. He swallowed down the last couple bites before speaking again. "Oh, that's right... I have an appointment today."
"Dr. Solomon?" she asked.
"Yes, at our usual time. One o'clock."
"Good. You'll do that first. It's important you keep up with that."
Sean had no intention of ending his visits, but he had his own reasons for seeing Dr. Lena. He wondered what Delilah meant by that. "Why is it important, Mistress?"
She took a long drag from her vape and exhaled a wispy, cherry cloud before responding. Delilah's demeanor grew serious. "I've seen what happens to those who don't. Chrysalis isn't kind to people who don't work through their shit. Sometimes they're found dead in the streets."
Sean's eyes widened as a chill went down his spine. He folded his arms over his glossy black vest and body harness.
"But at least with them, there's closure" Delilah continued. "The rest are never found."
* * * * *
Leather. Never had the taste been so heavy on Sean's tongue. The scent of leather filled his nostrils. He opened hazy eyes to find his nose and tongue pressed against a tall, shiny black boot. His other senses returned. Raw knees digging into the floor. Stiff arms bound tightly behind his back. He flexed them and the thick, unforgiving leather of an arm-binder held him fast.
Sean looked up and found a smiling Dr. Solomon leaning forward and gazing down at him. Her brunette hair was pulled up and back into a high ponytail. Her glasses were portals to the deepest green eyes he'd ever seen. As he gazed into them and clarity returned to his mind, Sean experienced a flash of
