(This chapter is told from a different point of view)
**When you are no longer afraid of yourself, you will no longer be afraid of the World**
Lorna Dane licked her lips in fear. She was unsure how she had ended up here in this predicament. She'd had sex with her doctor, which was bad, but it was a magnitude worse that the doctor had been a woman. She could make all kinds of excuses that she had been seduced and caught at an uncertain time in her life, but she knew that when she faced her husband's pitiless gaze she would crack.
She'd been curious since a sensual indiscretion in college that had been unfortunately interrupted and never repeated. She had buried those feelings and fallen into a loveless, childless marriage. She'd become an empty shell until Doctor Kathryn Carter had entered her life. The woman had touched her and she had instinctively responded. It had been electric.
Only later had she learned the price of her passion. Doctor Carter hadn't been as interested in Lorna Dane's needs, only her own. Little touches had become greater steps until Lorna found herself kneeling before the woman and lapping up her juices. Lorna had become a tool for another woman's lusts and the emptiness had returned.
When Ilene Cullen had come to her and warned her of a blackmail scheme involving both of them being exposed and humiliated, Lorna hadn't known what to do. By Special Delivery the next morning Lorna had received a DVD showing her sexual exploits. She'd been informed that the interested parties would be in touch with their demands.
Lorna met with Ilene a few days later and together a third younger woman had informed them what would be required. Lorna almost bolted there on the spot but Ilene pleaded with Lorna to not desert her. Against her better judgment, Lorna had sat back down. She'd agreed to make a simple non-pornographic video. She'd felt stupid agreeing to it. Lorna knew she would be horribly vulnerable if she went with this woman, but Ilene had looked so desperate.
A few nights later she was in the back of a van that was blacked out so that she couldn't see their final destination. Ilene had held her hand and squeezed it for support. When the van ride ended, they were inside a warehouse; the doors were opened and to masked men were there to lead them out. What was interesting was the nature of the masks. They were black, and ornate; decorations and expressions of some inner personality as much as something that protected the identity.
The mask delicate nature spoke against any use of force in Lorna's mind. She prayed she was right.
"Ms. Gossamer, Ms. Diaphanous please come with me," the taller of the two men said. The second man stood silently by observing more than moving things along.
Ilene went sheepishly along and Lorna felt compelled to act the same way. He led them into a dressing room with all kinds of revealing lingerie, stockings, and shoes. What was most notable to Lorna was the entire wall covered in ornate masks. Like the masks worn by their warders, they were eye masks, only covering the upper cheeks, eyebrows, around the eyes, and the nose. Different styles of bands or ties adheres the mask to the head.
A woman (smaller than the one who had convinced them to come here) asked Lorna and Ilene to choose a mask that best expressed their inner nature and clothing that they considered provocative and alluring. Failure to do so would be considered a breach of their agreement. Ilene instantly went to the wall of masks and began looking it over.
"I don't know," Ilene hesitated when reaching for one of the masks, "I know that we'll only wear this mask once, but I want to do this right." What do you think I should pick?" That got Lorna to thinking. She found herself looking Ilene over.
"Let's get dressed first," Lorna said. Lorna had a perverse motivation as well as a desire to learn.
Ilene was in very good shape for a woman of her age – which was Lorna's age as well. She was attractive and now that Lorna thought about it, had seemed to have grown younger in recent weeks. There was something going on with her, but what?
"Are you afraid?" Lorna asked Ilene.
"Yes, but only a little," Ilene said, looking embarrassed, "but I'm also excited. Do you think that makes me a slut?" Lorna felt it made her sound wanton, but ...
"I am excited," she responded in a conspiratorial whisper, "even though that makes me feel slutty."
"I'm going to wear this," Ilene said, picking out a lacy, nearly transparent black bodice and matching French cut panties. Even her shoes had heels that accentuated the calves and ass.
"Wow, I'd like to see you in that," Lorna blabbed before she could stop herself. Instead of being offended, Ilene smiled.
"I'll get dressed and be right back out and then you can tell me how it looks," Ilene told her. She moved behind one of the several Chinese folding screens tossing a look over her shoulder to Ilene before vanishing behind the silky barrier. Lorna forced herself to look over back to the racks of clothing. White would highlight her tan, beige would enhance her curves, and black was always sexy. Red and Purple weren't her colors.
Lorna had a sudden inspiration when she saw a unique bustier that was half black-half white. She went over the wall and found the domino mask that sang out to her. She'd alternate stockings, but her panties ... she would go for white, but was think about finding a pair that would match her new scheme. She was so lost in thought that Ilene snuck right up on her.
"Whoa," Lorna exclaimed then repeated the word when she saw how hot Ilene looked.
"Do you like it?" Ilene quizzed her.
"I think you are very attractive ... hot even."
"But do you like it?" Ilene asked shyly.
"I ..." Lorna reached out and brushed a stray hair back over her shoulder. She accidently touched Ilene's shoulder. Ilene didn't flinch so Lorna dispatched an imaginary strand.
"I think it is beautiful," Lorna said. She grabbed a mismatched pair of black and white calf boots because they felt so right.
"Your turn," Ilene slyly grinned. I want to see what you are hiding," Ilene taunted.
Lorna gathered up her stuff showing off her mask to Ilene. The other woman nodded. Lorna found herself eagerly changing clothes for the first time in a very long time. She wanted Ilene to see her in her choice of outfits. It was so easy to forget they were here under threat of blackmail she was so desperate for attention.
"Oh my God," Ilene gasped as Lorna came out and took a vampish pose. She had one hand reaching to the top of the screen while the other was cocked on her hip making her breasts bulge against their cups. One leg was straight and the other was bent in a way that accentuated her hips and waist. The footwear elevated the ass and highlighted the firmness of her thighs. The cocky grin on her face completed the package.
"I take it that you approve," Lorna teased her voice altered by some magic of the mask. Ilene's bosom rose and fell before she nodded. "Do you think we can keep the clothing?"
"I hope so," Ilene smiled. She pulled up a feathered black mask and put it on. "What do you suppose happens next?" Her voice was altered but in a different way.
"We move you to a private room," came a young man's voice. He walked into the room and nodded a greeting to both women. "First, is there a specific name you wished to be referred to by the staff? We assigned you names when you arrived, but I feel your taste in clothing warrants a possible change; suggestions?"
"Domino; Lady Domino," Lorna stated forcefully. She liked the way her voice sounded, all calm and confident.
"Raven; simply Raven," Ilene added.
Lady Domino, Raven you may keep the clothes you have chosen tonight, but the masks must remain. Now please come this way."
"Why can't we keep the masks?" the women asked together.
"They will be part of the personas that we will control and protect you with. No client can be sure who they are with. Only we will know."
"The men must wear masks too?" Lorna questioned.
"Yes. A factor of this club is trust and control. It will be interesting where you find both. Your hurdle for tonight is ..."
