“You talk too much sometimes, Kel,” she teased, forehead pressed to Kel’s. “But I like it.”
Grinning, Kel felt dizzy and elated. “I like you, Madeline,” she whispered. “More than I ever knew how to say.”
“Good,” Madeline murmured. “Because I think I’m ready to listen.”
10
“Come.”
With trepidation, Ruthi entered Mistress Eve’s dungeon after she knocked, the door swinging open at Eve’s command. Ruthi’s eyes widened as she realized the Domme wore a black catsuit, her usual gear hanging from her belt, with tall, spike-heeled black leather boots and her hair in a French braid. As Ruthi moved further into the dungeon to stand in front of Eve, her eyes lowered, she began to kneel, remembering the Domme’s earlier direction, only to freeze when Eve directed, “Wait.” Ruthi waited awkwardly to hear what she would say.
“In the aftercare area, you will find clothing folded on the sink vanity, Ruthi. Go in, strip naked, fold your own clothes, and put them on the counter, then put on the clothing I have selected for you. Nothing on your feet. You are to remain barefoot.”
Nodding, Ruthi then promptly thought better of her non-verbal response as she stammered, “Yes, E-Eve.”
“Good girl. Now go. Quickly now.”
After entering the aftercare area, Ruthi glanced around at the comfortable, serene space, decorated in calming shades of blue with crisp, pristine white trim and cabinetry, royal blue towels,and matching washcloths. A deep white porcelain tub with Jacuzzi jets sat in the far left corner, a shower with a built-in shower bench resided next to it. Against the right wall was a mini refrigerator, a closed cabinet which Ruthi assumed was filled with bottled water and snacks, and a small microwave on top. Additional towels and washcloths, along with thick blankets, were stacked on an open brass stand beside the cabinet, and a comfortable armchair at the near end.
The Domme had already explained the aftercare area to her when she had pointed out the door in the main dungeon on Ruthi’s first visit. “A submissive,” Eve had stated, “has the right to be brought down safely from her scene, to be soothed, and to be taken care of by her Domme when play has concluded.”
Ruthi took a deep breath as she paused for another moment before she disrobed, not wanting to upset Eve by moving too slowly. Off came her boots and socks, her jeans, her underwear, her T-shirt, and her bra. Nipples pebbling in the cool air as she stood naked, Ruthie folded her clothes neatly, then unfolded the clothing Eve wanted her to wear, her eyes growing huge when she took a closer look at them.
A deep-purple micro-mini skirt that would barely cover the globes of her bottom was first, with a matching sheer lace open nipple shelf bra in the same color, but not a scrap of fabric more than that. “Is she crazy?” Ruthi whispered, half in horror, half with an unfamiliar excitement. “Why should I bother wearing anything at all?”
Aware that time was ticking, Ruthi hastily dressed, blanching when she caught her reflection in the mirror with her breasts and her erect nipples fully displayed over the top of the shelf bra and her lower lips barely covered. She saw the clothing that Eve had chosen for her fit perfectly.
Wondering what she should do with her ponytailed hair, she decided to leave it alone, then tremulously inhaled as sheopened the door into the main part of the dungeon, a soft whimper escaping unbidden from her. Moving to the center of the room then positioning herself in front of Mistress Eve once more, Ruthi made a somewhat awkward descent and knelt, spreading her knees wide as she had been taught, although her face whitened when she realized the Domme saw every inch of her bare sex. To her shame, a slow trickle leaked from her body, but she straightened her spine and lowered her eyes, resting her upturned hands on her thighs.
“A respectable attempt, little one. I’m pleased.”
To her astonishment, Ruthi felt the prickle of tears even as Mistress Eve instructed her on how to adjust her position properly.
Next, the Domme slowly walked in a full circle around her twice, the click-click-click of her high-heeled boots echoing in the quiet chamber. “You look lovely,” she said finally, stepping back a pace. “Although I think I prefer your hair unbound.”
Ruthi quickly pulled out her ponytail holder, shook out her hair, then placed her hands back on her legs. Mistress Eve smiled slightly.
“That dark purple color suits you.” Then her smile broadened. “Your nipples are rock hard. Plus, the wet glistening between your thighs tells me your body is responding to me even though your mind is still struggling.” Ruthi’s cheeks went flame-red.
“My only issue is that your pubic hair hides more of your vagina than I’d like. Overall, you keep yourself very tidy and well-trimmed. However, I would prefer you completely bare. I dislike shaving for a variety of reasons, so I will be making an appointment with one of the spa specialists to have you waxed immediately.”
A hard shiver ran down Ruthi’s spine at the thought. Fortunately, she bit back the objection on the tip of her tongue before she broke Eve’s rule about speaking without permission.
An amused gleam entered Eve’s vivid green eyes. “Good catch, little one,” the Domme said with a twitch of her lips. “Meeting my flogger on your first evening of service wouldn’t be advisable.”
Her boots clicked as she moved directly in front of Ruthi. “Eyes to me,” the Domme ordered, Ruthi’s eyes immediately flying upward until she met that penetrating gaze.
“In this type of environment, any sexual play between us will not be part of our agreement. There will be no sex nor sex toys, nothing penetrative at all. The majority of the touching I do will be above the waist, although I will touch your legs and your bottom in a non-sexual way. TPE, or Total Power Exchange, focuses on mental release and fulfilment as the priority, not sexual gratification. You are here to learn how tosubmit, Ruthi. Fucking you with a vibrator or bending you over to insert a plug in your ass to watch you squirt is not the goal.” Ruthi’s face went crimson again.
“You would be surprised how many strong women long to submit to a Dominant.” Eve tilted Ruthi’s face up, her fingers under her new submissive’s chin. With her other hand, she stroked Ruthi’s cheek. “Think of the women you know, the ones who have a stressful career, are perhaps raising children, have a male or female partner who makes constant demands of them, who might be looking after elderly parents. Every single day, they are getting the kids to school, spending hours at their job managing unreasonable bosses or colleagues, doing the grocery shopping on the way home from work, cleaning the house on weekends if they don’t have help, fitting in fun outings with their families around their other responsibilities, and so much more.”
She bent forward and cupped Ruthi’s face in both of her hands. “All these women want is one precious hour to simplybe, little sub. No responsibility. No demands. No pressure. A place where they can submit and turn the reins of their life over to someone else for them to take control for a little while, in an environment where they know they are safe.”
She GETS it, Ruthi thought, as tears sprang to her eyes and slid down her cheeks, her emotions almost overwhelming her.Mistress Eve knows exactly what it is I’ve been searching for, for so long. That I want to find a way to trust someone enough to have that. I don’t know if I can, if I’m being honest, but for right now? I want to try. With HER.
“Submitting isn’t about sexual satisfaction,” Mistress Eve continued, holding her face gently. “It’s about a fulfillment that is so soul-deep for these women, their momentary surrender gives them the strength to cope with the rest of their lives.” Eve kissed Ruthi softly on the forehead. “That’s why women come to me, Ruthi, why my schedule is almost impossibly full. Because I can give that peace to them.”
Wiping the tears from Ruthi’s face, Eve straightened. “When you are in my ropes, you may feel bound and restrained at first, but then you will feel free as you submit fully to me. As you feel the sting of my flogger on your tender bottom, the discomfort will melt into a warmth that permeates your entire being.” The Domme touched the tails of the flogger hooked to her belt. “When you follow my commands, knowing that to comply is to please me, your initial resistance to being obedient will become the desire to be the submissive you have always longed to be inside. But Ruthi?” Mistress Eve’s vivid green eyes hardened, Ruthi automatically quailing from her pointed look.
