large table with a sculpted edge. Three chairs sat on one side of it, a single chair on the other, with a folded napkin in front of it.
She gestured to the single chair and I sat in it, my knees suddenly feeling a bit shaky. What was about to happen? Were they going to ask me to do anything? Or were we just going to talk?
She stepped up beside me then and picked up the napkin. “Call me Vanette. This is a blindfold.” She snapped it in the air and it unfolded.
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I think it actually makes things easier.”
“All right.”
She went around behind me and smoothed my hair with her hands, then lowered the cloth in front of my eyes. She tied it snugly, but not too tight. I wondered how she knew how snug to make it. Maybe she had a lot of practice. She was right, though. I felt more secure with it on. Maybe it was like calming a horse by putting something over its eyes. I felt my breathing deepen in the peaceful dark. It was time to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
I heard voices then, two men talking. They must have been coming down the stairs.
As they came into the room I recognized one of the voices as Damon’s. “That’s something for the finance committee to work on,” he was saying.
“No doubt you’re right,” said the other man. He sounded older, and his accent was different from Damon’s, with more r sounds. “Ah, and here she is. Good to see you, Vanette, my darling.”
“Good to see you, Director.”
I heard the sound of the chairs being pulled back on the carpet and them settling themselves. Vanette cleared her throat again. “State your name and that you are here of your own free will, that no one coerced you into appearing here, and that you are not being paid or compensated for your attendance.”
“Karina Casper, and yes, I’m here of my own free will and no one is paying me.”
She then addressed the other two. “American, as you can hear. Turned twenty-seven recently. No known family in the UK.”
“What’s she doing in London?” the director asked.
“Working at Tate Britain,” Damon said. “That’s where I met her. Karina, why don’t you tell us why you’re interested in serving us in the society?”
Well, it was your idea, I wanted to say, except now that I had decided on checking the place out to try to find James, I couldn’t very well say that. “You made it sound very intriguing,” I said. “And so did Nadia and Juney.”
“How would you describe your experience?” Vanette asked, her voice sharp and serious, like her clothes.
“You mean, my sexual experience?”
“With service or other S-type roles.”
“Oh.” How should I describe my relationship with James? “I don’t know if I’m really what you could call submissive, but I do follow instructions well. I’ve done some rope bondage.” Let’s see, what were the other things I’d seen described on the Internet? “Medical play and shaving. Orgasm denial. I’ve been…played with in public a fair bit—”
“In front of the general public?” Vanette asked. “Or at play parties?”
“Mostly the general public,” I admitted. “Secretly, like going to a restaurant with my…partner, when he had me wear a sex toy, and also at things like performance art.”
“Performance art?” The director sounded a bit amused.
“At an art gallery in New York. Well, it was invite only, so I don’t know if you count that as public or private, but I was sort of a spectacle. People in the audience could pick up a riding crop and try to hit me on the ass.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Vanette asked.
“Yes. It was very intense. And arousing.” How much of my arousal was caused by the sensation of being struck, how much was the thrill of being naked and exposed, and how much was the fact that James was in control? I wondered.
“And your partner, did he also perform more, ahem ”—the director cleared his throat, and I was amused
She gestured to the single chair and I sat in it, my knees suddenly feeling a bit shaky. What was about to happen? Were they going to ask me to do anything? Or were we just going to talk?
She stepped up beside me then and picked up the napkin. “Call me Vanette. This is a blindfold.” She snapped it in the air and it unfolded.
“Oh.”
“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, but I think it actually makes things easier.”
“All right.”
She went around behind me and smoothed my hair with her hands, then lowered the cloth in front of my eyes. She tied it snugly, but not too tight. I wondered how she knew how snug to make it. Maybe she had a lot of practice. She was right, though. I felt more secure with it on. Maybe it was like calming a horse by putting something over its eyes. I felt my breathing deepen in the peaceful dark. It was time to let whatever was going to happen, happen.
I heard voices then, two men talking. They must have been coming down the stairs.
As they came into the room I recognized one of the voices as Damon’s. “That’s something for the finance committee to work on,” he was saying.
“No doubt you’re right,” said the other man. He sounded older, and his accent was different from Damon’s, with more r sounds. “Ah, and here she is. Good to see you, Vanette, my darling.”
“Good to see you, Director.”
I heard the sound of the chairs being pulled back on the carpet and them settling themselves. Vanette cleared her throat again. “State your name and that you are here of your own free will, that no one coerced you into appearing here, and that you are not being paid or compensated for your attendance.”
“Karina Casper, and yes, I’m here of my own free will and no one is paying me.”
She then addressed the other two. “American, as you can hear. Turned twenty-seven recently. No known family in the UK.”
“What’s she doing in London?” the director asked.
“Working at Tate Britain,” Damon said. “That’s where I met her. Karina, why don’t you tell us why you’re interested in serving us in the society?”
Well, it was your idea, I wanted to say, except now that I had decided on checking the place out to try to find James, I couldn’t very well say that. “You made it sound very intriguing,” I said. “And so did Nadia and Juney.”
“How would you describe your experience?” Vanette asked, her voice sharp and serious, like her clothes.
“You mean, my sexual experience?”
“With service or other S-type roles.”
“Oh.” How should I describe my relationship with James? “I don’t know if I’m really what you could call submissive, but I do follow instructions well. I’ve done some rope bondage.” Let’s see, what were the other things I’d seen described on the Internet? “Medical play and shaving. Orgasm denial. I’ve been…played with in public a fair bit—”
“In front of the general public?” Vanette asked. “Or at play parties?”
“Mostly the general public,” I admitted. “Secretly, like going to a restaurant with my…partner, when he had me wear a sex toy, and also at things like performance art.”
“Performance art?” The director sounded a bit amused.
“At an art gallery in New York. Well, it was invite only, so I don’t know if you count that as public or private, but I was sort of a spectacle. People in the audience could pick up a riding crop and try to hit me on the ass.”
“Did you enjoy it?” Vanette asked.
“Yes. It was very intense. And arousing.” How much of my arousal was caused by the sensation of being struck, how much was the thrill of being naked and exposed, and how much was the fact that James was in control? I wondered.
“And your partner, did he also perform more, ahem ”—the director cleared his throat, and I was amused
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