A Night With Elise

 If you asked her, Elise wouldn't really be able to tell you when it all began for her. 

She was a young, educated, successful businesswoman who was flourishing. She didn't feel fulfilled in the slightest and despite her success, she felt dull and hollow as if nothing held any real meaning or importance for her. There was something missing, she couldn't say what, but she could feel it, it was glaringly obvious that SOMETHING was missing from her life, she needed a purpose. 

She had spent the evening out with a man she had been fixed up with by her co-workers. 

"You're young honey, go out and enjoy life!" They had said as they incessantly badgered her before she predictably caved to the pressure and agreed to the date. 

They had spent the last several hours out together, first a fancy dinner date that featured live chamber music and very expensive wine, it was delicious and the music was good, as was the wine, but the company was lacking. The man certainly was handsome in a traditional sense, but he did nothing to capture her attention, she felt bored the entire evening, nodding and having polite conversation before they headed uptown to a gallery showing hosted by one of her firm's clients. 

That too lacked any real stimulation. Elise enjoyed art, but not the company of people who were as shallow as the reflecting pool in the plaza out front. Hell, the pennies and quarters that littered of the bottom of the pool reflected more personality than most of the sycophants she was surrounded by the entire evening.

She enjoyed a glass of wine, largely ignoring the conversation around her when her date reached down and suddenly squeezed her tight, firm little ass. She didn't respond to the attention so he took it as permission, pawing at her at every chance he could get before finally asking if she wanted to go back to his place. 

It was a major fault of hers, despite her success she was very timid and reluctant to tell anyone no. She had no interest in the man, that much was clear to her, but she always wondered is maybe, just maybe this time it would be different. Of course she wasn't ever surprised when it wasn't...

She found herself lying on her back as her date thrust into her, grunting and groaning like the act was the most pleasant thing in the world. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy sex, she certainly had a sex drive, but never quite clicked with anyone, her date was no exception. As he rode her she stared at the wall over his shoulder and wished that there was a television there at the very least, if that were the case, at least maybe she might be able to catch up on one of few shows she had time for these days. But alas, that wasn't the case. 

Eventually her date finished and rolled onto his back, sweaty and exhausted, heaving and panting as if he had just stormed the gates of Rome and single-handedly overthrown the republic. 

For Elise, the entire ordeal had been all sound and fury, signifying nothing. 

He drifted off to sleep immediately after and she slid out of bed, pulling her dress back on before she picked up her heels and padded silently for the door. 

She was relieved when the man didn't call her the next day, or the day after, it meant she didn't have to see him again, and that suited her just fine. She drifted in and out of her office, she enjoyed her job somewhat, but always present was that feeling of something missing from her life, something important to her that she couldn't name, yet was obviously lacking. 

On a Wednesday afternoon she was at the gym, wearing her compression pants and a simple sports top as she ran on the treadmill. She had been a competitive runner throughout school, and it had been drilled in her head that no one would want her unless she remained petite, so in some twisted way it had become a habit of hers to run almost every day without fail. 

After her workout she found herself in the locker room, it was more or less empty though a few people came and went, she could hear the showers running so she knew there were at least a couple of women present, not that it really mattered to her. She stripped down and placed her damp, sweaty garments into her gym bag and wrapped a towel around her slender frame before heading off to the showers. 

The hot water was soothing on her smooth skin and she leaned into the hot stream, savoring the way it washed over her entire form as she meditatively focused on her breathing. She turned so the stream was cascading down her back as she rinsed out her hair, and she happened to open her eyes to see a woman in the stall across from her, humming quite happily as she too bathed. 

The woman was young and attractive and had a warm, genuine smile, in fact she smiled at Elise who awkwardly smiled back and then tried to look away. She didn't want to freak the lady out and make her think that she was checking her out or something. But Elise's eyes widened as the woman turned towards the hot stream of water, exposing her back to Elise. 

The woman's back was littered with dark colored welts that went from her shoulder blades well past her pert little behind. Elise stared, captivated by the sight as the woman hummed gingerly and scrubbed herself clean. When she was finished she shut off the water and turned, smiling again at Elise who flinched and turned quickly away, sticking her head under the stream of hot water as her heart pounded fearfully. 

Once she had finished bathing, Elise wrapped the towel around her and headed back to her locker, only to find that the woman was sitting on the bench, facing the opposite row of lockers as she got dressed. Elise tried to actual naturally as she dried her hair, but her gaze kept wandering back to the woman, to her badly welted back. Despite the obviously unnatural injuries, the woman hummed merrily as she dressed. 

"Doesn't it hurt?" Elise blurted out before she really realized what she was saying. 

"Does what hurt?" The woman replied, smiling. Her tone was pleasant.

"Your... Your back. Doesn't it hurt?" Elise asked, feeling stupid and embarrassed that she had butted into this other person's business. 

The woman glanced over her shoulder, her grin stretching into a broad smile. "Just the opposite my dear." The woman purred. 

"But... Did someone hurt you? How did you get that way if you don't mind my asking?" Elise asked, captivated by the woman's injuries.

"Like I said my dear, quite the opposite. Every little sensation; the sting of the hot water or my clothing rubbing against them is quite invigorating, not to mention delightful." The woman smiled as if remembering something pleasant as she subconsciously licked her lips. 

"S-sorry I bothered you." Elise stammered, embarrassed as she turned back to her locker and continued to get dressed. She was about half finished when, to her relief, the other woman stood and collected her purse before heading out the door. 

Elise finished herself and then headed out the door of the locker room but stopped just outside, startled that the woman was standing there, waiting for her. 

The woman smiled that genuine, disarming smile as she looked at Elise. "Can I buy you a coffee?"

* * *

Elise learned that the woman's name was Mandy and that she was a professor at a local college, they had gone across the street into a relatively cozy little cafe and ordered drinks. Mandy was having a coffee while Elise stuck with her drink of choice, tea. 

"It feels good to get hit?" Elise asked, fascinated not only with the concept, but by the woman's candor. 

"Of course my dear, there is a world of difference between someone inflicting pain for the purpose of pleasure and someone trying to flat out beat you to death with a baseball bat or something crude like that. I'm just fortunate enough to have access to one of the most skilled Masters I have ever known." Mandy sipped her hot coffee slowly and smiled. 

Elise was wide eyed and captivated by the woman's story, her mind was racing, she couldn't remember the last time she was this stimulated, especially by a mere conversation.

"I mean, haven't you ever experimented before?" Mandy asked.

Elise quickly shook her head. "No..."

"But you've fantasized about it, haven't you?" Mandy smiled as if she already knew the answer.

Elise felt a warm, involuntary shudder run through her as she blushed and bit her lip, merely nodding her head quickly up and down in response.

"How did you..." Elise bit her lip again, trying to think of how best to phrase her question. "How did you find this man?" She asked.

"I don't think you go looking for experiences like that, I think they find you when you're ready." Mandy replied, and Elise knew on some level exactly what she meant.

"I'm a woman with very special needs, there isn't anything wrong with that, but not just anyone could nurture my desires, much less fulfill them." Mandy dropped a sugar cube into her coffee and slowly stirred it around as she kept her eyes fixed on Elise, seeing the way the information was absorbed by the other woman, the glimmer of understanding. 

Elise certainly understood.

"So when you meet with this man..."

"My Master." Mandy nodded.

"Your Master... What kind of things does he do to you?"

"It's not that he does things to me, but rather for me. Like I said, I have special needs and he addresses those needs and takes care of them." Mandy licked her lips, her eyes wandering about as if she were recalling something pleasant.

"He is very skilled with a cane or a whip or a crop. He knows just where to hit me and just how hard, and eerily enough, he knows just when to hit. I swear it's as if he knows all my weak points and how to exploit them. But that is one of the many traits that make him so wonderful at it. He whips me and pleasures me until I feel like I will go insane from all the pleasure. I have never felt more satisfied in my entire life as I do after a session with my Master."

Mandy kept referring to the man as Master, and Elise noted the apparent reverence she held in the title.

Elise could feel her heart thumping in her chest, not to mention the rapid pulse that was almost deafening in her ears as she imagined the scenarios that must play out between Mandy and her Master.

"What kind of fantasies do you have?" Mandy asked softly, but despite her gentleness, Elise felt a jolt run through her as she blushed and stammered. 

She felt the heat in her cheeks and ears, not to mention the hot feeling in her head as if her brain were sizzling, even that was nothing compared to the heat she felt between her legs. 

"I... Well..." Elise sighed, the woman was just so kind, and even though things had happened so quickly, she felt at ease, comfortable... comfortable enough to tell this complete stranger things she had never spoken out loud before.

"When I was younger... I would masturbate while thinking about... Well some of the things you described."

"Like getting whipped, or spanked, or flogged?" Mandy asked, smiling. "All three are very different after all."

"Yes..." Elise muttered, biting her lip.

"What else?"

"The thing that used to get me off the hardest was thinking about being tied up and used... I always fantasized that a man would put his hands around my neck and slowly squeeze while he used me..." Elise looked as if she were in a daze as she bit her lip, scarlet seeming to permanently touch her cheeks. She couldn't remember ever being as excited as she was at that moment.

"And you never acted on these urges?" Mandy asked.

"N-no!" Elise stammered quickly shaking her head as if she were trying to physically shake the notion out of her head. "I've never told anyone any of this. I'm sorry, you must think I am some kind of weirdo."

Mandy smiled warmly. "Not at all my dear. You are a woman with very specific needs and that is all. The only shame is that they go unfulfilled."

"These urges and proclivities." Mandy continued. "Are nothing to be ashamed of, they are part of what makes you, you. Just trust your instincts Elise."

Just then Mandy's phone beeped and she reached into her purse to check it quickly before replacing it. She sighed and quickly downed the rest of her small coffee. "I'm sorry I have to get back to work, I want you to have this." Mandy said, rummaging in her purse for a moment before she produced a small black business card and set it on the table between them.

"It was very nice meeting you Elise, it was a real pleasure." Mandy said as she stood.

"What's this?" Elise asked, looking down at the card.

"Like I said. You don't go looking for experiences like the ones we talked about, they find you when you're ready."

* * *

Elise let out a frustrated whine that was muffled by the pillow she had her face buried in. 

She was lying in her bed, nude save a simple black satin slip she preferred to sleep in as her hand frantically moved up and down between her thighs. She had been incredibly aroused after her encounter with Mandy earlier in the day, and the urgent, throbbing ache between her legs hadn't lessened in the slightest since then. She had been swiftly moving her fingers up and down her warm, moist slit, pushing her fingers roughly inside of herself for nearly a half an hour now before she sighed in aggravation and finally gave up.

Elise couldn't remember ever being this stimulated before, and even with the added excitement, she still couldn't bring herself close to climax, despite the desire to get off as hard as possible. 

"Maybe there is something wrong with me... I should just go to a Doctor." She sighed, rolling onto her back as she stared up at the ceiling above her bed. It wasn't long before she rolled onto her side, her hand darting out as she swiped the small black card from her nightstand. It was the card that Mandy had given her earlier, the card that hadn't been out of arm's reach since it had been given to her. 

Elise rolled the small black card around in her fingers again as she scanned it for probably the millionth time since receiving it. It was rather thick and the surface was black, covered with an intricate design in white that framed the body of the card. On the face of the card it read:

Master Blade

'Summa Voluptate'

She rolled the card over to stare at the back of it again, it said 'applicants should present themselves in person' and had an address for a building just a couple of miles away, more or less in the same part of town where she lived. But there was no number, just the name, the Latin and the message on the back with the address.

She was tempted to go there now, to meet this mysterious man that Mandy seemed to hold in such high regard, nay, reverence. Elise wanted to convince herself that Mandy was just a stranger and probably had unreliable taste in men, but something told her that was certainly not the case. She felt a connection with Mandy, and more so with the man called Blade by proxy. 

The woman's testimony to the abilities of her lover was one thing, but the dreamy, contented smile that seemed permanently fixed on the woman's face told Elise everything she needed to know.

Elise flicked the card back onto her nightstand and sighed heavily as she curled up on her side, still staring at the black slip of paper. 

'Just go to sleep!' She thought. 'You won't be horny in the morning and you can go back to your routine...'

Some part of her knew that wasn't true, the curiosity inside of her was blazing like an inferno, playing with fire was bad and she knew damn well curiosity did to the cat, but both of those were just stupid proverbs. Right? 

Even still, she closed her eyes, hoping in the morning she would feel her normal self once her desire had had time to cool as she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Of course she woke up that morning before her alarm clock had gone off, her eyes staring blankly at the little flashing red numbers that ticked down the minutes with agonizing slowness. She felt a burning desire in the pit of her stomach, one that made her head swim dizzily with thoughts of pleasure. 

Before she knew it, she was on the phone, calling in sick to work for the next two days which would give her a four day weekend to sort this out. It astonished her, she hadn't in her five years at the firm taken a single sick day or personal day, and in fact she even worked through most holidays when there was a need. 

She was resolved, today she would go to meet this 'Master Blade' and see what he had to offer. 

Elise ate a very light breakfast as she completely ignored her morning routine and rituals before rushing off to the shower. Hygiene was a big part of her routine, so there were no stray hairs that needed plucking and she was basically hairless and slippery smooth from her toes on up. Once she was clean she dried off and stood in front of the mirror carefully applying a subtle layer of makeup to her face and a slight bit of lip gloss. 

She wandered over to her closet and surveyed her wardrobe. She wanted to make an impression, she wanted this Blade guy to accept her and help her the way he helped Mandy, she more than wanted his acceptance and aid; she needed it. Badly. As she looked through her closet, the words Mandy had spoken to her came back once more. 

'Trust your instincts Elise.'

She did just that.

* * *

Tap-Tap-Tap.

"Mother fucker!" Blade grumbled as he opened his eyes, flinching at the faint light that came into the bedroom through the thick black curtains that hung over the windows. 

Tap-Tap-Tap. There it was a second time. 

"Who the fuck could be rap-tap-tapping on my goddamned door this early in the morning?" He growled to no one in particular as he threw his legs out of bed and padded silently across the hardwood floors and into the living room with all the grace and silence of a jungle predator. 

He opened the door and was greeted by the sight of a woman in her early twenties with a beautiful face and long black hair that cascaded and curled slightly down her shoulders. 

She had almond shaped brown eyes and was wearing a fashionable raincoat and set of black evening shoes that had a mirrored polish on them.

She promptly reached down to her waist and untied the raincoat's belt before letting the coat slide off of her shoulders where it fell to the ground and pooled at her feet, around the polished heels, leaving her entirely nude in the hallway.

The woman bit her lip, trembling slightly before she spoke passionately, her voice as loud and clear as her intent. continue part 2