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“Fine.” Lorelei sighed. “I’m dying over here. Let’s go!”
Vince put the book down and stood. Pure elation passed through Lorelei’s body. This was it. They were finally going.
Vince went to the front door, leaving all the breakfast dishes on the table. He grabbed his keys from the entryway table bowl. Lorelei rushed after her husband on her jelly-like legs, feeling them tremble with every step she took. Everything around her felt fuzzy around the edges, all of it too bright and piercing. The excitement was building inside of her, growing rapidly. She knew what she was getting herself into and every fiber of her body was ready for it.
The drive there was painfully slow, but Lorelei held herself together. She waited patiently as Vince calmly drove through the city.
By the time they got to the club—a very secret location tucked behind more legitimate businesses—Lorelei was trembling from head to toe. They walked through the small alleyway lined with dumpsters, the metal skeletons of fire escapes, and feasting rodents that scurried at their presence. The club entrance was wedged between the backs of buildings, hidden from the public view and even the sunlight. Lorelei looked at the tall buildings on either side of her, towering over her, and she wondered how many people had come down this dingy alleyway to get their kicks. This wasn’t the most ideal place, but she understood why the club had to hide in plain sight.
When they rounded a tall brick wall, they were suddenly faced with the crimson door. The sign at the top was black, covered in bright red text:Mrs. Mayhem’s Studio.
Lorelei’s whole body went weak as she stood, staring up at the name. Between her legs, she could feel her pussy throbbing. All of her wildest dreams would be enacted behind this door. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was even ready.
“Come on,” Vince urged gently. “Let’s go inside before someone catches us out here.”
His words woke Lorelei from her trance and she looked over her shoulder, making sure no one was following them. They were in the clear.
The walls inside were painted black. Long, winding chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glittering in the dim light. Thick, red curtains were draped over blacked-out windows and sexual imagery was plastered on the walls—women in leather, carrying whips, naked men spread-eagle on the floor.
Just looking at the photographs made Lorelei excited. Was that the treatment she was going to get? Thrown onto the floor, whipped, punished, degraded?
She looked at her husband, walking quietly beside her, as they entered the reception area. A man was behind the desk, wearing nothing but a bow tie around his neck. As he stood to welcome them, Lorelei saw that he was wearing an impossibly tiny pair of leather underwear.
They were seated at a small table in the room and given forms to sign. They listed everything they were willing to do and what their hard and soft limits were. Just looking at the list made Lorelei’s stomach churn. She could do whatever she wanted, anything on the list, as long as Vince was willing.
She filled it out quickly and set the form aside, feeling her legs jitter beneath her as she tried to wait patiently. Vince was taking his sweet time, making sure he filled out everything perfectly.
By the time he finished, Lorelei was beside herself. She couldn’t sit still, so she stood and began to pace. All she wanted to do was get started.
The door behind the reception desk opened, revealing a curvy woman wearing leather neck-to-toe. Lorelei gawked at her, standing well over six feet in her platformed, high-heeled shoes. On top of her bright-red hair was a small top hat with a swathe of netting that draped down over her eyes. The woman was carrying a whip in her right hand, with her left hand positioned on her hips. They swayed from side to side as she walked toward them on her heels.
“Vince,” she stated, looking at him. Then to her. “Lorelei. You’ve signed your forms?”
Vince handed both over. The woman waved them through the room as she glanced at the pages. Lorelei dawdled behind Vince, unable to believe this was actually happening. A crack sounded loud in the air. She must have taken too long, because the end of the whip lashed her ass cheek. The skin there stung. She wanted to look over her shoulder to tell the woman off but she knew that wasn’t the point in this place. Instead, she hurried after her husband, rubbing her sore butt.
In the room were all sorts of devices and furniture—benches and seats, chains hanging from the ceiling with padded cuffs on the ends. Lorelei felt her stomach clench as she looked at it all.
“You,” the leather-clad woman spat, “on the bench.”
Lorelei whirled around just in time to see the woman pointing to a bench, her blue eyes boring into hers. Frowning, Lorelei did as she was told. She went to the bench and perched her butt onto the edge.
“No,” the woman said, exasperated. “Like this!” She marched over, her high-heeled shoes clopping against the tiled floor, and grabbed Lorelei by the back of the neck. In one swift motion, she pulled Lorelei off the bench and turned her around, so her breasts were pressed against the deeply varnished wood.
Lorelei sputtered and gasped for air as she felt her pussy pulse. Being treated so roughly, being used like a rag doll, made something awaken deep inside. Lorelei risked a glance up at the woman. She stood next to Vince, motioning for him to approach her.
“I’ll be here for a while,” she said in a soft tone. “Just to make sure everything goes smoothly.”
Lorelei ducked as soon as she saw Vince approaching. As much as she loved him, she knew looking at him right now might get her a swift slap, or worse.
Lorelei could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The beat traveled all the way up to her ears, thudding so loudly it was hard for her to hear anything else. The waiting, the anticipation made her all the more wet. She could feel herself dripping into her underwear, soaking through.
Only when her whole body was quivering did Vince start to touch her. It wasn’t his usual, gentle caresses. He smacked her ass, gradually increasing the pressure of the spankings.
Before long, Lorelei was crying out with every hit. Her behind was stinging from the repeated smacks. Vince kept on like this until her eyes were wet with tears from the pain and her teeth were embedded into her lower lip.
His hands moved from her ass to dig into the waistband of her skirt, fumbling for the zip. When Lorelei felt the fabric slip down over her sore thighs, she inhaled sharply through her teeth. The pain was well worth it though. Vince spread her butt cheeks, careful not to touch her raw skin, and began to eat her out. She felt his warm, wet mouth on her pussy, his tongue flicking around her lips smoothly. Switching from such pain to such pleasure was an adrenaline rush, sending Lorelei rocketing sky high.
After a couple of minutes, he pulled his mouth from her opening and moved around to the front of her body. His eyes looked down into hers.
