Pay For It (Lesbian Novella)

Quietly, I waited in a dimly lit waiting room. My hands clamy, my heart loudly thumping in my chest. This small room had a soft glow to it, the walls a soft cream, the flooring was a beautiful light maple, adding to its charming appeal... Warm, yet I shivered as if cold. Anxiously waiting for the unknown to consume me.

Along the cream colored walls were black couches and chairs adorned with red leather cushions. A stark contrast to the softness I’ve observed. I sat nervously on the red leather cushion of my chair, trying to remain calm, but my heart betrayed me with it’s rapid and somewhat irregular pulsing. I took in a deep shaky breath, fighting to control my racing mind when i noticed the smell in the room. It was an oddly comforting scent that filled the air. Warm like cherry aged whisky, mixed with leather. Then something soft, something sweet...honey maybe?

I don’t know, but I do know that something deadly echoed within me. Stirring beneath the surface, something uncharted, wicked and possibly wrong. I tried to breathe calmly, my eyes locking onto the red door that I currently sat across from. I Watched it, hoping it opens yet dreading what lies behind it. My anxiety slowly growing the longer I waited. The longer I sat, my wild imaginations took over my mind. It shouldn’t have been so simple and easy to be here. Fear perfumed around me and refused to give me air.

This is insane! I should leave, I should never have read that stupid ad, never have made that damned appointment. I should never have thought those thoughts... Never craved those dreams...that keep me up at night, writhing in fantastical curiosities. When I saw that ad, it filled me with a dastardly hope, that maybe I can actually taste what I crave. The desire I held within almost my entire life. The hopelessness i felt as the world around me changed, but I was forbidden to change with it.

I- I can’t leave, not now. Not when I’m this close to it! I need this so bad it hurts. Crave it so desperately, it keeps me awake so many nights. I’m not myself anymore, I’m possessed by these urges. My actions were not fully mine when I saw that ad, I didn’t fully belive it was true even as I made the appointment. Yet here I am, in a darkened waiting room, sitting on a red leather seat, craving something that I should be resisting. Something I should never have wanted.

But I can’t go back now, I’ve come too far.

My heart jumped when the door opened. Reveling an attractive, chubby young woman with soft brown hair and light skin that seemed to glow in the dim light. She was wearing a red dress with red leather cuffs around her wrist and ankles. Her smile was sweet, with a deviousness brewing just beneath it. Her eyes snapped to mine, causing my already wet hands to now shake. I don’t need to ask myself what’s wrong with me, I’ve moved too far beyond that point.

“You must be Mrs. Myers, welcome to the Play House.” Her voice was a bit raspy, yet fitted beautifully to her somehow. There was a slight charming draw to her words, like comforting southern cooking. “If you don’t mind following me, I’ll be leading you to your entertainment for the evening, Darling.” I clutched my purse and stood, trembling within. The corner of her mouth rose up into a half smirk. “First times are always the scariest, but there’s no need to fear, Mrs. Myers. You’re in good hands here.” I nodded my head, trying not to show my doubt in my seemingly chaotic decisions.

She stepped to the side and gestured me forward. I took another deep breath then stepped past the red door into what looked like a main hallway. Many others branched off of this one. Each entrance had a black metal sign with large print silver writing on it right above the entrance of the hallways. The left side all had a griant L with a number beside it in numerical order. The right side had a R. They were then numbered starting at L1 and R1. Each branch off hallway was lined with doors of various colors. To the left, they looked to leaned more toward being shades of cream, brown, gold and blues. To the right, they darkened from grey, black, red, and green. I could hear moaning from some, pleading or shouting from others. Fear heightened within me and again her voice, like a soothing grandma spoke. “It’ll be alright, some people like being heard. If I have it correct, you ordered a sound proof?” I nodded, relieved. I don’t want people to hear me being intimate... Okay, well I don’t know what I want, but it’s definitely not that!

She smiled yet again, in a feline sort of way. Like a mini predator enjoying watching the mouse discover it’s fear. She then turned right, down the hallway marked R6. . I followed, listening to the sounds. One red-green door was left open, it reviled a larger woman, on her hands and knees. She moaned out with tears running down her red face as a woman in a black leather bustier and heels swatted her relentlessly with a wooden paddle. Stunned, I stopped. Engrossed, yet horrified.

I could feel the kind woman who never told me her name, stand next to me. Watching on. “Fascinating, isn’t it? To crave the pain, the humiliation? It’s almost cathartic in a way. Her confidence is surprising when shes not stripped down to this. When she’s permitted to be submissive without persecution.” I watched as the woman in black then bent over and with an almost loving touch, rubbed the submissive’s reddened ass. Speaking softly to her. Then kissed her lips before she submerged her fingers into the sub. She cried out in pleasure. Her guttural moans shook something in me.

I wanted to ask why, why is she letting this happen. Why is she allowing that woman to beat her in the open. To take her while others could see. Then my eyes locked with the woman in black. Her eyes were dark, her blonde hair blackened at the tips. Her lips painted a dark red. She smirked wickedly at me, her gaze unbreakable as she fucked her sub in full view of me. Something about her was unnerving, more so than the obvious. Terrifying in her attractiveness. More questions came to mind as she licked her lips, watching me, but my questioning was stolen by a voice that cracked through the silence like a whip. It broke the air with a sharpness that screamed authority and demanded obedience. Even the woman who held me in her gaze looked away, spooked.

That can’t be good.

“You’re late” was all she said. I looked up, broken from my trance. A beautiful, chocolate skinned woman stood at the end of the hall. In front of beautifully carved, dark mahogany double doors. Her arms crossed. She wasn’t wearing a leather bustier, nor heels. She sported a well worn leather jacket. Her exposed fingers tapping on her folded arm in mild irritation. Something about her presence commanded the air around her without pointless words. Shyly I glanced at my guide, but her head was down, submissively. Oh no... Her eyes darted to me, then back to the floor.

“Mistress, I have your new appointment here. My apologies for causing us to be late.” The Lady at the end of the hall was definitely a woman of power. Her eyes cast a weight on my body, unlike any that I’ve ever felt before.

“The longer you wait to come to me, the harder our first encounter will be. I don’t like when my time is wasted.” I felt a shiver run through me. Causing goosebumps to rise over my skin. I slowly stepped forward, one foot after the other. I was almost to her when I realized my guide was no longer by my side. I looked back, but she was nowhere near me. She hadn’t moved a single step forward. She looked at me almost apologetic, then turned on her red stiletto heels and sashayed her curvy self out of the hallway.

Is it wrong that I feel abandoned? Slowly now, on a new wave of uncertainty, I looked in front of me at this woman. Her eyes were hard, yet cunning. Her hair was in beautiful small dreads that fell down to her shoulders. Her dark eyes pierced my intellect as she stared me down. Her arms still folded, her body seemingly tense. My bottom lip trembled, as I sat in the gaze of the most powerful predator I have ever been in the presence of. Attractive, and deadly.

Without any more words, she stepped back and held one of the two doors open. Gesturing for me to go in. Clutching my purse like it was a lifeline, I slipped past her through the double doors. She smelled as rugged as she looked. Like campfire, bourbon and caramel, in this interesting appealing mixture. I could feel her eyes drift down my body as I moved past her. A shiver once again ran through me, but this one had little to do with fear.

I stepped into a large area. It looked to be a living room. A black leather couch sat across from a leather lazy boy. A flat screen tv hung securely from the far wall. Knickknacks sat on shelves, pictures of exotic places hung on the walls. It’s nothing like I was expecting, it’s almost as if she lives here... Do they live here?

Then I felt her, felt her breath against the back of my neck. Felt her body stepping up close to mine. Felt her hand ease away my dark hair. She spoke, her voice low and saucy, it caused my body to instantly feel it all. I felt hot, though this room was cool. “Does your husband know that you’ve come to see me, Mrs. Meyers?” Again, I shivered as her fingers brushed down my arm.

“N- no...” I tried to swallow past the bulging lump in my throat. My husband? My husband thinks I’m out with friends. Thinks I’m spending money and talking gossip so he can go golfing with his buddies or spend more time fucking his secretary. He has no idea... He can never know. The kids might turn against me. My friends, my extended family... I could lose my home, my life, my love... He can’t know.

“I see” she purred against my ear. My breath stuck in my throat, shaking out of my parted lips. “You know, it’d be an awful thing if he found out about us.” My heart momentarily came to an abrupt stop. Fear and lust tickled the edges of my mind. “Us?” I whispered, confused. “Yes, us. You...” she gripped my waist, pulling me back against her oh so slightly. Oh my God. “...me. This room...” Her lips brushed my neck, melting me into nothingness. “This guilty pleasure you’ve found yourself craving.” I... I can’t think with her lips on me like that! “And if he found out, well..., Mrs. Meyers, this might have to stop.” Her hands held me a little tighter, pulling me against her a little rougher. “Until then, we might as well enjoy each other.” I gasped, anxious and excited. Craving this stranger so wildly. I’m paying for this... I’ve already paid for this.

“Buuuut” she said teasingly as she pulled away from me. “First, we have to talk business.” She calmly walked away, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotional chaos. The coolness of the room rushed against me, causing goosebumps to bloom like pox over my creamy skin. She walked over to a wet bar and poured herself a drink. It smells like bourbon. “Would you like something to drink, Mrs. Meyers? I’m sure you’re parched.” I immediately became aware of my severe thirst, feeling embarrassed and somewhat stupid for not realizing it myself.

“Just water, please...” She nodded and pulled out a cold bottle of water from a small drink fridge, handing it to me. She sipped her bourbon, her intense eyes analyzing me like rare art. I swallowed down half the bottle, desperate to sooth my growing thirst. “There are rules to this game. All of which are equally important and must be followed. Do you understand?” She asked, her dark eyes assessing my soul. I nodded quickly. “Say it” she said with absolute authority. Making my knees go a little weak.

“I... I understand” she nodded, and took another sip.

“Rule one, I don’t do four hour appointments. If you want me, I expect you from ten in the morning to five at night. You want a quicky, go to someone else. Say ‘I agree’ at the end of each rule.” Seven hours... She expects me to stay for seven hours. I- I can make this work.

“I agree” her lip twitched up into a smile.

“Rule two, you will not be late again. I don’t care for tardiness.”

“I agree.”

“Rule three, you will use the safe word if you feel uncomfortable, unwilling, or endangered for any reason. Tell me your safe word.” My safe word? Umm. Her eyebrow rose at my long pause.

“Hubris? And I agree” she nodded her head again.

“Rule four, You will acknowledge me as Mistress, Mistress Tee, or Miss Tee. You will at no point try to find out my real name or identity. If it is known that you have, I will terminate our contract and you will be banned from this establishment.”

“I agree.”

“Rule five, if you go against a direct order, you will be punished accordingly.”

“I agree.”

“Rule six, you will bathe before you come. I will order and have the appropriate changes of clothing for you. They will stay here until our contract is terminated, after which you will be aloud to take them with you.”

“I agree.”

“Rule seven, you will not have any sexual relationship with a male forty eight hours prior to our appointment.”

“I agree.” Easy enough, I haven’t let my husband touch me in almost two years.

“And rule eight, I don’t want to know about your personal life or your problems. You want to talk it out? Find a therapist.”

“I... I agree”

“Good” she finished her drink. “Then let’s get to it.”