Play Assingment

Chapter 6

Oddly enough, there was no hangover in the morning. My head ached a little and felt nauseous, but in general, the condition was quite bearable. I was preparing for great suffering.

But I knew exactly what I wanted. What I finally decided on.

Yes, I will.

Definitely, I will.

Everything was the same as last time. An expensive car with a polite driver. Face mask. And me, anxious and nervous in the back seat.

The only difference was that I intended to become a client of the Ava club. I may have lost my mind. But I wanted to do it. After all, didn't I have the right to fulfill my sinful desires?

Dialing Ava's number, I have already decided on the "order." Even if I was not suitable for the role of a Sub, I wanted to try something. I am a grown-up woman. I have no man. I have the right to be weak. I need a shake-up. Vivid emotions are required in order to cover up depressing memories of married life.

The Ava Club was what the doctor ordered.

I didn't look at the road again. Didn't look at the clock. I paid less attention to the driver and the security guard who met me. Only the man at the front door seemed familiar again. Glamor? I quickly forgot about him.

Ava warned that she would not be able to meet me. She was away. Didn't matter. Her presence was not required. I was met by another girl with the same mask on her face. Dressed traditionally for a b**m club, leather shorts with a heart-shaped cut in the bosom, my gaze walked bashfully over the naked genitals and hurried back to the face of the stranger. Her breasts were supported by a bra made of the finest mesh. The breasts were small, neat, and did not need much support.

- Please follow me. Everything is already ready. 

I nodded. I was unable to speak, and my throat was dry. Today I chose black ballet flats instead of high-heeled shoes, and I stepped silently behind the hostess. I would definitely not be able to walk in heels. My legs were trembling.

We went up to the second floor and went to the third door.

- You here. 

I walked in and froze.

Yes, that's exactly what I wanted.

The room was designed in lilac-black tones. Heavy curtains against one wall hid the devices. I knew about this from the previous excursion to the club. Sometimes the sight of whips and s*x toys caused negative impressions among the clients, and the owners of the club immediately took care of the girl's state of mind. So to speak, we left the most interesting for later.

I also asked that the devices be removed.

My heart skipped a beat. My chest ached. I dared.

The door closed behind me with a slight click. I turned around abruptly and saw that I was alone in the room. The escort went out. Immediately, a slight chill went through my body. Yes, I described to Ava what I wanted, but my ideas and wishes were vague, which the co-owner did not hesitate to tell me about.

-You're not risking anything, - she purred, -but you should be ready for an easy adjustment of your desires. You must remember what you are agreeing to.   

I agreed to be a Sub. That's what she meant.

- Freeze. 

When a man's voice rang out, seemingly out of nowhere, I shuddered.

What the…?

Breathing stopped, stuck in my chest. It turns out that my assumption was not correct, and in the room, I was no longer alone.

The man. He was waiting for me.

I obediently froze. My head was slightly dizzy, and a lump formed in my throat. The excitement and realization fell like a tsunami and completely took over the body. I had to bite my lip so as not to violate the first order and not to satisfy my curiosity by turning around. The temptation to look with just one eye at the person in whose power I was for the next few hours was great.

The man changed his voice, specifically lowered it, reproduced lower notes. Afraid that I would recognize him? Would a celebrity conduct the session with me?

- Take off your dress. Fast. Without delay. 

His words cut through the nerves. I obeyed.

Now his voice was distorting the speaker. Long live modern technology. I didn't mind. By and large, I didn't care.

I just listened to his voice and absorbed the essence of the words.

I was ordered to take off my dress. Good. Fine. Let's do it now.

In spite of his will, my hands trembled. I dropped my purse on the floor. There was no order to put it anywhere. So, I undressed. I had to act quickly. Heck! I was expecting some kind of foreplay. Whom am I kidding, though? What prelude is there in the club where nudity and whips are a familiar picture?

I pulled off my dress, wiggling my hips so that the silk fabric would slide down faster. Nervousness was added by the fact that I knew I was being watched. Every move is caught. And, perhaps, my actions are not pleasant to someone, and I can be punished.

Today I am a Sub.

This thought beat in my brain, not allowing me to calm down and forget for a moment.

And why hide that I was inflamed? The excitement in calm, slow waves began to spread throughout the body, getting closer to nature. Breathing lost, the wreath at his temple throbbed.

To finally get rid of the dress completely, I bent down and…

- Stay as you are. 

Lord!

I froze with my palms on the warm carpet. My butt, covered with black lace (thankfully, the panties were not thongs!), invitingly stuck out, opening the veil to the eternal secrets of feminine nature. I almost physically felt myself being examined. Appraised.

Time has ceased to exist. I stood and waited for further instructions. The familiar knot of anticipation was tied inside my belly. The framework of being has shifted, conventions have disappeared. There wwere a lilac-black room and a man's voice; everything else disappeared.

- Nice ass. - When the man spoke, I involuntarily shuddered. How long did I stand with my booty to the top? A minute or half an hour? My hands were slightly numb from the uncomfortable position, and a mocking voice inside me sarcastically remarked that I needed to devote more time to physical exercises. -Now, continuing to show me your holes, you, without unbending, will just as quickly take off your panties. I wait.  

My brows arched, my lips tightened.

But I did as he said.

With one hand, while continuing to hold the weight of the body, the other found the elastic of the panties and quickly pulled the fabric down, sliding the lace along my thighs. Naked. Revealed.

My panties and dress were knotted at the ankles. I closed my eyes. Abigail, just stop. Stop and don't think about anything. Imagine that you are alone in the room and in such a strange way decided to exercise. You remembered physical training! So think that you are doing it!

It is difficult to deceive yourself. When thousands of goosebumps have covered the skin, when breathlessness does not allow breathing freely, when blood rushes to the n*****s, pressing on them, when the cold air touches bare buttocks, it is difficult to maintain sanity.

Furthermore. It is impossible to think of anything else as a man giving orders.

-I've seen enough. -The voice, distorted by the speaker, continued to excite my fevered brain. -You can straighten up. Fine. Go to bed and lie face down. I hope you don't need me to clarify so you don't turn around?  

Gosh!

I'm not shaking from fear! Legs went to a large square bed. At the base, there were low columns, for which they were intended is not difficult to guess. Again, I convulsively sucked in my stomach. The main action would begin now.

There was no possibility to analyze what was happening. I was too worried. Excitement intensified with every passing moment. Is it absurd? Yes. Unrealistic? Yes. Fascinating? Yes.

I put my knee on the mattress. Awkwardness grew. How do I get on the bed? Show my holes again?

- Don't keep me waiting. -His calm voice, scalded with boiling water, made me act faster.  

I really am pretending to be a shy woman! That's not why I came to the club! I came for new sensations, and I was going to get them.

A satisfied smile played on my lips.

I asked Ava to find a dominant partner for me, but not an abusing sadist. I wanted to feel subservient. I tried to give myself up to a man. Forget for a few hours that I am a young woman who freely controls my destiny and does not tolerate interference in my decisions.

Ava did an excellent job of the task.

I went to bed. Legs slightly apart. My Dom didn't say anything about how I should position my legs. I stretched my arms forward so that my claws scratched the wrought-iron headboard. In order to somehow regain my lost breath, I closed my eyes.

- More. 

I understood, without further ado, what was required of me.

And I still spread my legs.