Page 3 of Doctor's Demands
“BDSM and safe don’t belong in the same sentence together,” I whisper. “Leticia, take me back to campus. Please. I don’t feel comfortable.”
“You’re feeling this way, because that’s what society has made you feel about this thing that is so misunderstood. It’s insane. People are made to hide their little kinks, and we all get that. No one wants to be known as a freak. But there are many little fetishes that people have.”
Horror is replaced with a scowl on my face. “Beating women is not a fetish. It’s a crime!”
“That’s not all there is to this,” she says as she rolls her eyes. “No one ever has to do anything they don’t want to. And not all men want to hit their partners. There are so many other things that are done. You can make a list of what you will and will not do. You can be auctioned off for the summer months. Your owner will cover all of your expenses the whole time. The best part is the huge amount of money you get at the end of it all. And you get to have an adventure while you’re at it!”
I gulp as I watch Leticia’s expression grow into that of pure joy. “You’re crazy.”
“No, I’m not. The things I’ve done have helped me. You’d be shocked at what all you can learn from some of these Tops, or Dom’s, as you might’ve heard them called. Those who do like to administer pain do tons of research and are trained to do it just right. There are points all over your body where pain can bring you to a state that you can’t get any other way. And these men know how to get you there.”
“You make it sound like they’re brilliant instead of evil,” I say as I open the door. “Are we going to eat or what? I’m suddenly starving.”
Leticia gets out of the car and comes to me, taking me by the hand and leading me to wherever the hell it is she wants to eat. All I know is that I’m getting a free meal out of this trick!
Threading her arm through mine, she leans into my side as we walk. “Petra, you need money, and this is the only way I know for you to make what you need in such a small amount of time. And you’ll learn so much from this experience. The club is always only a phone call away, if the man who buys you does anything to make you feel uncomfortable or hurts you. They’ll swoop in and get you, and you get to keep the money the guy paid for you. There’s nothing to fear. I promise you that.”
Being quiet, I try not to think about my money problems and the solution Leticia is offering me. I’m not a prude. I’ve had experiences with guys. I’ve had gentle ones, rough ones, and even dominating ones. But the thought of being out of control is scary to me.
We walk into some place I’ve never even heard of and are quickly seated by some man in a fancy suit. I listen as Leticia speaks in French, then the man leaves us alone in the far corner of the elegant establishment.
Looking around, I ask, “Is this how you always eat?”
“Not always. I wanted to give you a taste of what can be yours if you want. For just three months a year, you can have the same security I have, right from the very start. After your first time, you’ll come into the new school year as a changed woman, mentally and financially.”
The waiter brings us some tall glasses that are filled with yellow bubbly liquid. “Champagne?”
Leticia nods. “Yes. I took the reins here and ordered us some of the most decadent things on the planet. Well, in Ohio anyway.” Her laughter is quiet and subdued as she gives me a wink.
I wait for the waiter to leave us, then lean in and whisper, “Is there any way I can do this but not get hit?”
“If you put that down as a hard limit, then the answer is yes. You only have to do what you want to. But I wouldn’t rule that out. It can take you to a place …”
I interrupt her, “Yeah, yeah, a place I can’t get to any other way. I get it. But I don’t feel like being beaten into bliss at the moment. I’m thinking in baby steps, if I did do this. What kinds of things can I say I’ll do?”
“There’s a list and there’s a place where you can write in things that aren’t on the list. You simply check the things you’re comfortable with and leave unchecked the ones you’re not. The men who bid get the stats on each woman in the auction. They know ahead of time what you will and won’t do. So, things are upfront from the very beginning. No surprises, ever.”
She pulls a small iPad out of her purse and hands it to me. The club’s website is already pulled up on it and I look over the list of things. Bondage is first on the list, then there are a billion ways one can be bound. Suspension has a long list underneath it too. There’s flogging, whipping, and spanking, and the list just goes on and on.
I look up at her as I shake my head. “I don’t know how to do any of this and I’m not sure I want to. I can’t sign up for something with no clue if I can handle it or not.” I shake my head again, not sure why I’m even contemplating this.
“I can train you,” she says, then takes my hand. “I can teach you how to get out of your own head and let your body feel things you never dreamed could be so rewarding. The best part is that no one will ever know what you’ve done. Everything is confidential. This can’t come back to haunt you. Only you and I will know what you’ve done, and I’m bound in writing not to tell a soul about any member of the club.”
I look back at the website and scroll down, finding a woman who’s cuffed, blindfolded, and spread eagle on a table, where a man has a long needle-like thing he seems to be about to insert into her somewhere.
What kind of slut does this shit?
Owen
April is always the hardest month for me. I’m so close to the prize that it’s frustrating, yet I have a month’s worth of work left before me. My mind gets frazzled, as do my nerves.I hate how this always happens!
I left the operating room after a harrowing twelve hours of surgery on a woman’s face that was already perfectly fine, and came to find solitude in my office. The routine facelift had changed into a life-and-death situation when her heart stopped beating. Thank God for my staff and their endless knowledge. The woman, who’s a model, turned out just fine, but I was left a bundle of nerves.
It’s days like these when I wish I had a permanent bottom. Someone I could go to. Someone who’d just be quiet and let me do what I needed to, and then I could leave without so much as a word said between us.
That’s why I need my summer vacations at The Dungeon of Decorum. That is where I find what I need to help me make it through the year.
No cameras and no producers asking if I can possibly make the surgeries bloodier. Just me and my purchase who waits in the room I left her in.
