The Billionaire Student's Secret.

8

Charles looked at his side view mirror and smiled at himself before looking at the mask he held in his hands. It was smooth and black, and stopped beneath the nose piece, meaning it was perfect for its use.

He put the mask on with hands that trembled with excitement and inhaled deeply to calm himself. After that, he got out of his car, locked it, and marched to his destination.

Ten minutes later, he was before a two storey building which had a neon light signboard proclaim it "Pleasure Palace."

It was a place for people with various s****l fetishes to meet up and get to know each other. As a bonus, the place offered sessions for submissives with various dominatrices, as long as they didn't expect the dominatrices to have s*x with them.

As usual, Pleasure Palace had a throng of people entering and leaving, and most of them wore masks like Charles. From what he could tell, most of the clients wore expensive suits and shoes, meaning they were probably well-known people who had to go undercover to be their real selves so as not to face the censure of the society. The interior was dark and a low-lit, the comfy red sofas offsetting the dark blue walls. A few patrons were already seated, sipping champagne and conversing lightly.

Charles continued walking until he met the hostess and the proprietress of the business, Mistress Ariadne. Bleach blonde and big-bossomed, Ariadne was dressed in a short black corseted gown that showed off her slim waist. She wore sky-high stiletto heels that made her look way taller than she actually was. She was in her late thirties, and had made a name for herself as a dominatrix. Charles had googled her once out of curiosity, and rumor had it that a lot of politicians and business men patronized her.

“Good evening, Sir”, Ariadne greeted smoothly, smiling at Charles, “how may I help you?”

Ariadne was so polite and at the same time so sure of the power she wielded in her lair that Charles found himself faltering, “I, um—”

“Speak up!” Ariadne commanded, “I haven't got all day!”

Charles swallowed audibly and felt himself begin to sweat beneath his mask, “I'd like to book a session with Mistress Rania.”

Ariadne brought out an iPad from nowhere and checked a schedule, “Luckily, she's free. How long would you like the session to last?”

Charles thought, “An hour, I think.”

“That'll be five hundred dollars.”

“Done. I'll transfer it,” Charles immediately brought out his phone to make the payment. As he did, he found out Mistress Ariadne was studying him intently and prayed he wouldn't falter and send the payment to the wrong account.

“Sir, I've noticed that you're always around when Mistress Rania is free. You don't happen to be conversing with her outside this setting, are you?” Mistress Ariadne asked sweetly, although Charles could detect the underlying steel in her voice.

“No, no, no.” Charles almost bit his tongue in his haste to reply. Of course, he had Rania's number and texted her occasionally, but I'd he told Ariadne the truth, she would fire Rania. It was against the rules for a dominatrix and a sub to establish a relationship outside Pleasure Palace.

“That's fine,” Mistress Ariadne smiled. Her iPad pinged, and she looked at the screen.

“Your payment went through.”

Charles sighed audibly with relief as Mistress Ariadne handed him a key card and gave him directions to where Mistress Rania was already waiting for him.

* * *

“Welcome, darlin'”, Mistress Rania's husky voice greeted Charles immediately he stepped into the room.

“Good evening, Mistress,” Charles greeted with a bow, not meeting Mistress Rania's eyes.

He heard Mistress Rania walk confidently to where he stood and tilt his chin up a bit roughly to ask, “What took you so long, darlin'?”

Charles looked up demurely, “Mistress Ariadne suspects we talk outside here.”

Charles saw fear in Mistress Rania's blue eyes for a moment before it was replaced by ice.

“I hope you disabused her of the notion,” Rania asked, tilting Black's chin up a bit further.

Charles winced enjoyably with pain as he nodded, “Of course, Mistress.”

“Good,” Mistress Rania released his chin and walked away.

Charles watched her walk away, marveling at her. Rania was a curvy brunette who was probably five feet one inch in height. Her eyes were as baby blue and she had sensually plump lips that Charles suspected had received implants. Rania wore a black leather catsuit that accentuated her curves, and like Ariadne, also wore very high stilettos. She walked to a very comfortable chair, sat and crossed her legs.

The room they were in was empty except for the chair, a few comfy pallets that lay on the floor, and the table that had instruments of various uses on it.

The room was well ventilated by an air conditioner but immediately Charles heard Mistress Rania order, “Strip!” he began to sweat, and his d**k hardened.

With shaky hands, Charles shyly began to unbutton his shirt. It was not his first time undressing before Mistress Rania, but for reasons he couldn't fathom, it always felt like it was.

“Faster!” Mistress Rania commanded and Charles mindlessly took of his shirt and pulled off his pants, standing before her only in his socks and his briefs, which did nothing to hide his erection.

Mistress Rania regarded Charles from head to toe, pausing a bit at his nether regions, and Charles was glad to see unfiltered admiration in her stare. He was well aware he tried his best to keep and look fit, and Rania's appreciation was one of the reasons he busted his ass in the gym almost everyday.

“What do you want us to do today, darlin'?” Mistress Rania asked.

Charles was dumbfounded by the question. Usually, he had no say and just played along with anything Mistress Rania suggested, “Anything you want us to, Mistress.”

He saw the mischievous twinkle in Mistress Rania's eyes and wondered what she had in mind, “That's what I love to hear, you'll like what we're going to do. But first, let's get you ready. On your knees.”

Charles immediately knelt on one of the pallets, and waited for Mistress Rania. She walked up to him with a blindfold and a rope.

“Tell me if it's too tight,” Mistress Rania bent and tied the blindfold over Black's eyes, effectively cutting off his sight.

“Put your hands behind you,” Mistress Rania bound his hands and legs with the rope in such a way that any sudden movement from Charles would make him fall headfirst to the floor. The bonds were a bit too tight but Charles didn't complain, he loved them that way.

“Now, pick a safeword.” Mistress Rania retreated to her chair.

“Mango,” Charles spit the first word that came to his mind. He'd never had a need for a safeword because Mistress Rania kept things between them light.

Mistress Rania chuckled, “Mango it is.”

Charles couldn't see her, but he heard her walk over to the table and finger a few instruments there.

After a moment, she spoke, “Today, we're going to play a game like we've never played before. It's going to test how knowledgeable you are.”

Charles frowned in confusion, their games always tested his patience and strength, never his intelligence. What was Mistress Rania going to do?

“I've chosen an eight-tailed fall,” Mistress Rania revealed, “it's super strong, and will leave a flush red mark whenever I use it on you.”

Black's d**k further engorged on picturing Mistress Rania using the flogger on him.

“I am going to ask you some questions on current affairs and general knowledge. If you fail any question, I'll flog you twice. Any question you answer correctly, you get to rub your d**k once, okay by you?”

Charles almost fell over with enthusiasm, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, let's begin.”