The Adam & Eve Trilogy

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Tuesday

Stephen waited in the lobby of the A and E Club, dressed sharply in a cobalt blue shirt and tight slacks, with a silver belt. He kept nervously checking his watch, putting it close to his ear to listen to the insistent ticking. He paced back and forth, looking out the window. One of the hostesses, a blonde haired young woman named Cindy spoke.

“So is it a boy or a girl?”

“What?”

“You look like your waiting for your wife to give birth? What are you so nervous about?”

“I’m just meeting someone, Cindy.”

“Eww, Stevie is going on his first date. Wait until I tell the other girls. Cat-Fight!”

“No, nothing like that. She just said she might meet me after my shift ended. She probably won’t be able to find the place.”

“Mmm-mmm. I bet you’ll taste good to the last drop.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Come on, who is she and where did you meet her?”

“Just someone I met at church.”

“At church. Eww, sexy.”

“Come on, Cindy, stop busting my balls.”

“I could name a few girls around here who would love a chance to bust your balls, including me, Stevie. I’m upset with you. You hardly pay any attention to me…”

“I’m just security here, Cindy. I’m sure there are plenty of Doms who would love to have someone as sexy and pretty as you for their sub. They just have me parking cars here. And I don’t even know how to drive a stick shift.”

“I could teach you how to drive a stick shift.”

“I have no doubt about that.”

“Stevie, did I ever tell you why I like you so much?”

“No.”

“Well, you’re cute and very pretty to look at and so well dressed all the time, but the real reason I like you is you don’t call me princess like every other man here does. They think I like it when they call me that, but I really hate that name.”

“Tell them to call you Cindy.”

“I did, but they don’t listen…”

Cindy gave Stephen a warm kiss on the cheek.

“Listen, Stevie, can you cover the front desk for me? I’ve got to go powder my nose.”

“Sure. Take your time.”

As Cindy left, the front door opened and Laura entered briskly, wearing her no nonsense church sweater and skirt again.

“Hi, Laura. You made it. You look nice.”

Laura crossed the lobby, looking around and greeting Stephen.

“Thank you. I left a little early. I wasn’t sure if I could find this place. I almost gave up; it’s so hidden away in the back of all these warehouses. There are no signs for this place at all as far as I could see. I checked one building after another. I almost didn’t even see the handle of the door. I found it completely by accident actually. I almost gave up. What a pretty lobby, it’s really nice; you’d never know it from the outside of the building. It’s so ornate inside. The neighborhood is pretty scary. I hope my car doesn’t get broken into. It’s so dimly lit.”

“Don’t worry. There are security cameras everywhere. Shall we go?”

Two patrons of the club emerged from behind a heavy curtain, separating the lobby from the inner sanctum of the theater. A well-dressed gentleman held the curtain open for an older, bejeweled lady as Laura spoke.

“If anything happens to the Lexus, my husband will kill...”

In the brief moment the curtain was unfurled; Laura became transfixed by what she saw or thought she saw behind the curtain. Her eyes were drawn to a bright yellow pool of light. She heard the amplified voice of a man speaking, but couldn’t make out what was being said.

Stage lights? Was this some sort of theater Stephen works at? I know all the theaters in town. Why haven’t I heard of this one?

“What’s behind the curtain?” Laura asked.

“Maybe we should be going, Laura,” Stephen said nervously.

Another gentleman emerged from the opening of the curtain and held it wide open, waiting for his lady to join him, offering Laura a clearer view of the interior of the theater. She saw a man on stage standing behind a microphone, making some kind of an introduction. The bright yellow pool of light began to move and it beckoned her to follow, drawing Laura toward the opening of the red curtain like a moth to the flame.

“Laura, we really should probably be going… Laura?”

Trance-like, she followed the light as it moved to reveal the vision on the stage.

“Laura, I don’t think this is a very good idea… Laura?”

Stephen felt powerless to prevent Laura from following the hypnotic glowing ball of light as it drew her into the theater. Feeling sick, with trepidation in his soul, he followed Laura in. The light, a magnet for her eyes, pulled her step by step to the back of the house, and she came to a stop behind the last cocktail table on the center aisle. Other bodies lurked behind her in the shadows. Stephen glanced at her in the dark. It seemed as if Laura had stopped breathing. The man behind the microphone finished talking and the stage lights went down on him.

“Laura, perhaps we should go now. Let me escort you back to your car. I really don’t think you are going to want to see this.”

As the house lights dimmed further and the stage lights brightened, Laura put a finger to her lips.

“Shhhh…”

They became shrouded in total darkness. The only light Stephen saw was the gleam reflected off her eyes. Another pair of dark eyes watched Laura from a few feet away.

The 8PM performance was about to start. Neither Stephen nor Laura could now look away from the proceedings. Stepping out of the shadows, the lights revealed an extremely pretty, feminine girl with long flowing brown hair dressed in sheer pale white lingerie, stockings and high heel shoes. A silk camisole barely covered her well endowed bosom. Laura couldn’t understand why such a slender attractive woman would be appearing on stage with practically nothing on. Laura noticed to her shock and confusion that the pretty girl’s wrists were violently bound behind her by a thick rope. She wondered what the woman had done to be treated in such a disrespectful manner. It amazed Laura that the girl did not appear to be nervous in the slightest, undressed, paraded and tied up nearly naked in front of a large group of people. Next a leather clad man with a shadowy face appeared out of the darkness on the other side of the stage. The cruel, hard-looking man stared at the girl in a rather harsh and condescending manner, and spoke abruptly to her.

“Submissive. Approach,” he commanded.

Her back arched, revealing the fullness of her breasts through the sheer fabric. She looked down demurely, slowly crossing the stage, the sound of the clicking of her high heels resonating throughout the theater. Her breasts swayed slightly, her heels making her well-defined calf and thigh muscles ripple and the cheeks of her backside tighten as she crossed the stage toward the ugly man.

How could it be that this monstrously ugly man has control over such a refined beauty? Was she some sort of high-priced prostitute, paid to perform in this theater?

“What are you doing here? You are trespassing in my castle!”

“My apologies, Sire. My father has gone missing and I found his hat in front of the gates.”

“I know nothing about your father… What is your name, slave?”

“Belle, Sire.”

“No child. Your name is submissive, or slave. You have disappointed me.”

Belle bowed her head.

“I did not wish to disappoint you, Sire.”

“And when your master is disappointed, a punishment must be given. Do you understand me, slave?”

“Yes, Sire.”

“Are you afraid of being punished, submissive?”

“Yes I am, Sire.”

“Are you willing, despite your fear, to bear this pain in love and devotion for your master?”

“It is my honor to be disciplined by you, Master.”

“It would in fact, please you, even arouse you, to be punished by me? Say it.”

“It would please me,” Belle said, bowing her head further, “even arouse me to be punished by you, Master.”

“In fact, it makes you wet to please your master. You’re wet for me right now. Say it.”

“I’m wet for you, Master.”

Watching this horrific scene play out, Laura could hardly breathe. She felt sweat on her forehead, her neck and under her arms. She became dizzy, with a nervous queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her lips were dry. She licked them and swallowed. She wanted to do something to prevent this innocent girl from being punished for simply stating her name to this masochist. She had never disturbed or walked out of a performance in the theater in her life, so out of respect for the actors, Laura remained silent.

But this was not a legitimate theatrical production, was it?

It didn’t seem as if the girl or the character the girl was playing was the slightest bit nervous about being punished. In fact, it seemed by her sultry voice and the tilt of her head that she was excited by the idea, sexually excited. Laura wanted to cry out, scream and run out of the theater. But she couldn’t speak or move. No matter how much she wished to look away, her eyes were riveted to the scene on stage, more than any performance she’d ever seen before. But the most disturbing and shocking sensation was that under her panties she felt her own wetness. It was as if what was happening to the girl on stage was also happening to her. Laura felt moisture growing somewhere deep inside of her.

How could watching this revolting scene make me become so wet? I don’t understand.

Laura could feel herself open, in a way she wished she’d been able to open for her husband on her wedding night. She felt confused and ashamed of herself, as this delicious moisture spread between her inner thighs. To stop her s****l response to the scene, she clenched her thighs together tightly, but it only intensified the pleasurable sensations. The more she tightened her muscles, the more she could feel the wet lips of her s*x curl open, dampening the thin cotton material of her panties.

“What is your safe word, child?”

“Nightingale, Sire.”

“Very good then, songbird. Turn your back to me.”

The man took out a long sharp knife that shimmered in the stage lights. He raised it up, point forward, behind her. Laura’s hand clutched at her throat. The man lowered the knife and cut through the rope tethering her wrists. The man ceremoniously put the knife down and returned to his position across the stage.

“Thank you from freeing me from bondage, Master. May I now relieve the pain in my wrists, Sire?

“You may.”

Belle rubbed her chafed wrists.

“Now remove your clothing, set them down at my feet and prepare to be disciplined.”

“It will be my pleasure to disrobe for you, Sire.”

Belle bowed formally, stepped forward to face the man and slipped out of her heels. She slowly and seductively removed her stockings, her camisole, and her undergarments. Holding the lingerie and shoes in arms outstretched, she bowed low to the man, her heavy breasts bobbing low to the floor, her back arched. She laid the clothes in a pile with her shoes on top at the man’s feet and gracefully reclined into a reverent, prone position in front of the man, forehead on the floor, arms outstretched, palms up.

The magic of stagecraft made a free-standing thin block of wood rise out of an opening in the floor. Laura couldn’t help but be impressed with the high-tech effect, much more sophisticated than anything she saw in the main theater complex in her time at Cal State. The block of wood had a round circle cut into its middle and two smaller circles cut into each side of the bigger circle.

Am I losing my mind? It can’t be. It is…

The set piece that had arisen from the floor looked like an exact replica of the stock and chains used in her college production of “The Crucible”. The characters accused of witchcraft would be held captive in public humiliation, locked into the stock, their head stuck through the middle, their arms locked into the smaller holes.

“Stand, slave, head bowed and arms outstretched.”

The man opened the upper half of the block of wood.

“Enter and submit yourself to punishment.”

Belle knelt down, voluntarily placing her head and arms through the holes. The man lowered the upper half over her and clicked shut the heavy duty large metal lock. He stood in front of her bowed head. With the end of a riding crop he lifted Belle’s chin.