Page 40 of Blinded
Ruby drove them to Club Indigo in her red Mini Cooper in silence. Sandra was too preoccupied with her thoughts to be bothered by the quiet as she stared at the passing cars. At the entrance of the club, Kate greeted them. The tall stately redhead winked at them and didn’t waste a word on Sandra’s absence or her reappearance tonight. Sandra wasn’t sure she could have handled it if Kate had said something, so she just greeted the imposing Domme politely and followed Ruby to the empty dressing room.
Both women changed from their street clothes into the fetwear Ruby brought for them. Ruby was dressed quickly in a simple white strapless dress that set off her colorful tattoos and she helped Sandra fasten her corset.
“Girl, you look stunning,” Ruby commented as she pulled Sandra over to the floor-length mirror.
Sandra assessed herself in knee-high black boots with wickedly sharp high heels, black leather pants, and the green corset that made the most of her small breasts and accented her tiny waist. “Wow, I can almost believe I’m a Domme in this.”
“Of course, you’re a Domme. Now sit down, so I can French braid your hair and put some makeup on you.”
Sandra sank wordlessly onto the wooden bench and stifled a giggle. She might look like a Domme, but it was clear Ruby was in charge right now. Sandra closed her eyes as she enjoyed the tug and pull on her hair. It reminded her of the way GT stroked her hair when preparing for a Kinbaku scene, and Sandra automatically matched her breathing with Ruby’s. Talk about Pavlovian conditioning!
“Oh no, girlfriend. Drop the crumpled face and channel your inner Domme,” Ruby scolded her.
Sandra let out a snort. “I don’t think I have one.”
“What?” Ruby exclaimed as she wound a hair tie around the end of the braid. “Of course, you do. Tip your head back.” Ruby applied foundation to Sandra’s face and carefully dabbed concealer under her eyes. “Okay, remember your worst patient ever. Someone who didn’t listen to your advice. How did you feel and what did you do?”
Sandra’s shoulders moved back of their own volition, and she pressed her lips together in a stern line.
“See.” Ruby grinned at her. “There she is.” She applied an extra layer of mascara and declared, “You’re all done!”
Sandra took a fortifying breath before looking in the mirror. “This is incredible. Thanks, Ruby. I can almost believe it.”
Her friend hugged her and whispered, “You got this,” in Sandra’s ear. Together they walked into the main room.
Will was at the bar and whistled as they approached. “Ladies, you look stunning tonight.” Although he addressed them both, Sandra noticed how his eyes lingered on Ruby’s form, and a smile tugged at her lips. Oh yeah, there was more going on between those two than just play partners.
Will cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly at Sandra. “Mistress, your sub is waiting for you upstairs.” He held out his arm to her. “Please, allow me to escort you.”
She shot Ruby a baffled look, but her friend grinned and bobbed her head wildly. Sandra mentally shrugged and hooked Will’s proffered arm with hers. She was thankful for his support because spiked heels on stairs proved a challenge.
When they halted at the closed door of the big room, Will patted her hand and pressed a kiss on her cheek. Did she imagine his whispered, “Brave girl”?
For a few seconds she stood in indecision as she watched the big man saunter away. Sandra took a deep breath, held it, turned the knob and opened the door.
The air left her lungs, and she used the door to steady herself as she took in the space in front of her. In the middle of the room, surrounded by coils of rope, a flogger, a paddle and a crop sat GT. No, not sat – he was kneeling in a submissive pose. He held his head bowed at a respectful angle and his hands facing up on his knees. He was naked and beautiful and the picture was all wrong. The pose didn’t suit him at all. Sandra looked down at her own attire and squared her shoulders. Roleplay, you’ve done it before, she reminded herself. She walked into the room with as much confidence as she could muster.
“Good evening – sub. Are you ready to serve me tonight?” she asked in a seductive tone.
GT kept his head down, and his face obscured as he answered, “Yes, Mistress. I’ve been a bad boy and deserve only your punishment.”
Sandra walked around him and picked up the crop. She stood in front of him and placed the tip of the short whip under his chin. He responded to the slight pressure and lifted his face, giving her the first glimpse of his expression. He looked gaunt, his face smaller as if he hadn’t been eating properly, and his eyes marred by dark circles. Sandra stifled a gasp. Was she responsible for that? No, he was. No – she forced herself to leave that train of thought. Keep your head in the game. Be a Mistress!
“Punished for what, Greg?”
He swallowed but never broke eye contact. “I’ve been arrogant and thoughtless.” Her eyes widened at his declaration, and the crop in her hand shook. “I should have supported my woman in her work, her life, and her choices. She’s a hell of a PT and I never should have belittled that or her dedication to the job. Instead I lashed out in anger and frustration and said things I didn’t mean.” He shuffled onto his knees and dropped the submissive act for a moment and declared, “I’m sorry, Sandra. More than I can ever tell you!”
She made a non-committal sound and pulled back the crop. GT held her eyes, imploring her to forgive him with his gaze. She thought about giving in, but for some reason he’d arranged this scene with Ruby and Will. Maybe they should continue.
“So, you want me to punish you for your hurtful words?”
He cringed but maintained his posture and kept his head high. “Yes, Mistress. I’ll submit to whatever punishment you deem fitting for my behavior.”
Sandra was stunned by his will to submit to her but managed to stay in her role. “Safewords and limits?”
“Impact play with the toys here on the ground with me. Bondage with the rope is okay, too,” he replied promptly. “For safewords, I would like to use red, yellow, and green, please.”
Sandra inclined her head like she’d seen Kate do numerous times, not sure she pulled off the regal look. She slapped the crop against her boot-covered calf as she considered. She’d never done a scene as a Dominant, and her respect for Tops grew as she tried to come up with a scenario.
