The Adam & Eve Trilogy

Chapter Four-3

If I could only explain a little more, get her to relax with me…

Williamson breathed in the intoxicating s****l aroma of her body and continued.

“As this consent form indicates, once the pain threshold is established, a trust between us, between you as my sub and I as your Dom is created. And I will make a solemn promise to you that I will never go beyond the boundaries of the threshold. The sub begins to trust that her Dom will not hurt her. He promises to take her up to but not beyond her pain threshold. When you walked out of last night’s performance Laura, you missed the best part. After the punishment scene was over, the Dom soothes the reddened skin of his sub with oil, cares for her, rubs her, stimulates her, with his hands, with his fingers, with his tongue, lips and mouth, over all the spots where he had caused her pain just a moment before, and the discomfort almost instantly disappears. After the stimulation, all the sub is left with is a deep feeling of pleasure and satisfaction that I assure you can be a pathway to orgasm if you are with the right Dom. This is the theater I’ve tried to create here at the Adam and Eve Club and this is what I want in my own life… with you, Laura.”

Williamson placed the form in her lap and the pen in her hand.

“Don’t you see, Laura? This is our way back into Eden. As if we’re saying to God Almighty, “No! Eating the fruit was not wrong. Our naked bodies are beautiful. We refuse to feel ashamed and we’re not leaving the Garden!” It will be as if we’re the first man and woman on the face of our planet, unashamed and unwilling to submit to God’s arbitrary and arrogant punishment. You’ll see, Laura. In a beautiful way, the trust that is established between us, between you as my obedient sub and I as your loving Dom, creates a strong emotional bond, a bond so much stronger than anything you and I have ever experienced in life.”

Suddenly Laura felt like she was not herself, sitting in Williamson’s office, but an actor playing a character much like herself from a play she had been perfectly cast in. She looked down at the three page form, flipping through it.

“I can explain over each part of the consent form to you, line by line, if you’d like me to, Laura. The games we play here must be consensual and you will at all times be in complete control of what is happening to you. Of course, since you are new to this, we will go slowly. If you give this a chance, I promise you, Laura, you will experience the most intense feeling of pleasure.”

To Williamson’s surprise and delight, Laura impulsively signed the bottom of the form and handed it back to him, with the pen. He stood up and filed it away in his desk. Suddenly Laura also stood up, too quickly. She immediately felt dizzy, perhaps from getting up too fast or not eating anything all day, combined with Williamson’s words and her desire for him spinning in her head. She put her hand against her eyes and rubbed them.

“What’s wrong, Laura? Are you OK?”

“Yes, I’m just a bit tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“You were probably thinking about the show you saw. It keeps me up at night too.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What show?”

“Come now, Laura. You know. The 8 o’clock s*x show last night. You’re here for the second time in a row tonight. We love repeat customers at the A and E Club. Let’s stop playing games, shall we? You snuck in without paying, or buying your two drink minimum. By the way, if you ever want to go in the future you needn’t sneak in. Just have me paged and you can sit with me as my guest in the front row, drinks on the house. You can see the next show if you’d like, it starts in about an hour.”

“I wasn’t at the show last night.”

“Laura, why continue with this charade? I saw you. In fact, I was standing right next to you. You looked right into my eyes. You saw me. In ten years I’ve never seen anyone watch one of our performances as intensely as you did last night. Admit it. You are drawn to this club, Laura. You can’t get enough of it now. You can’t stay away. In fact, you don’t have to. You don’t ever have to leave now. This is your new home, with me. I want you to move in with me tonight and remain with me as my sub for the rest of our lives. Would you like to do that, Laura?”

Laura felt very dizzy and weak. She seemed if she was about to faint. Williamson sat her back down on the couch, poured her some more sparkling water and put it up to her lips. She took a long drink, aided by Williamson. Some of the water splashed over her chin and fell onto her cleavage. She shivered when the cold water slipped in between her breasts. The chill on her tender skin brought goose bumps to her flesh and made her n*****s protrude through the thin fabric.

“Ooops. Sorry, I bet that was cold.”

Williamson returned the bottle and her glass to the bar. As he returned to sit down next to her, he stopped to rub a painful ache in his pelvis area.

“Please, Phillipe. Be the gentleman I know you are and let me leave now…”

“Do you really want to leave? I know this is all new to you and perhaps you’re a little frightened. There’s really no reason for you to be scared, unless you are scared of yourself, your own nature. Laura, listen, can I be honest with you? You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen walk through the lobby doors into my theater since it opened. By now I have trained well over a hundred women in the art of submission to be performers at my club, many complete novices like you, completely unaware of or perhaps afraid of their submissive natures. Each one falls in love with me a little bit, sometimes a lot, but I have kept my heart aloof and not gotten involved emotionally with anyone. There is, of course, the young woman you reminded me of. When I first saw you, I thought she had dyed her hair a lighter golden color, like yours. But Ms. Mauricio doesn’t even know I exist and I know I have absolutely no chance in developing a relationship with her. But you… you are even more beautiful than she is, I feel the need to take care of you, as I just did in giving you water, which you drank so sweetly from my hands. I think I’ve fallen a little bit in love with you tonight, Laura, and I can tell by the way you avoid my eyes that you’re attracted to me as well.”

“I’m happily married, Phillipe.”

“Laura, I didn’t get to where I am in life by not being a good judge of character. Let me ask you this. Are you sexually attracted to your husband?”

“That is none of your business!”

“I’m sorry, Laura, I don’t mean to offend you, but answer me this. Why is it that you ran out of the theater last night?”

“It was horrible… I was disgusted by...”

“Then why did it excite you so?”

“I wasn’t excited.”

“But I smelled you, Laura. I smelled your arousal, from all the way across the room, it was so strong. I smelled it then, as I do now. Your panties, if you are wearing any, are soaking in it. The wetness has already stained your pretty new dress. Very sexy dress by the way. And the smell… it’s intoxicating to me. Each time I smell you I fall a little bit more in love with you.”

Williamson leaned in to kiss her. Laura moved her face to the side and Williamson kissed her on the cheek.

“No. Don’t. Please, no, Phillipe.”

Williamson came close to her, cheek to cheek, nuzzling her, slowly loosening the sash around her bust line and whispering in her ear.

“What horrified you so, what made you run out of the theater Ma Cherie, was not what you saw on stage, but the realization that you wanted to be the one on the stage, not Belle. Isn’t that true?”

“No!” Laura said, shutting her eyes.

“You didn’t walk out earlier, you watched the whole scene play out, you couldn’t take your eyes off the stage, until the moment when the Dom was about to come in the mouth of his beautiful sub. It was only then that you shouted out and ran from the theater. Why did you wait until that moment, my love? Why didn’t you allow Belle to experience the pleasure of the ultimate submission to her Dom?”

Williamson was stricken by a wave of pain in the inguinal area, and immediately bent over to rub the pain away. Laura grasped the opportunity. She jumped off the couch and ran toward the open door. Williamson quickly recovered, blocking her exit.

“Come, Laura, don’t run off. Don’t run away from your true nature.”

“Where’s my friend, Stephen?”

“Laura, you and I both know there’s no one by that name who works here. My assistant would have sent him here by now.”

“That’s not true. He works here. I met him here last night.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“There must be some mistake. He works here. I’m sure of it.”

Williamson pulled out from his breast pocket a sparkling diamond choker and held it out to Laura by the tips of his fingers.

“Laura, I want you to be my submissive. Not on stage. For real. Today, tomorrow and until the day I die. This crushed diamond choker is worth over 100 Thousand dollars. I want you and though you are fighting it, I know you want me too. Put it on. It’s yours.

The image of the 99 dollar pendant her husband gave her as an engagement present on sale from Sears flashed in her mind. She tried to look away from the sparkling diamond jewelry Williamson offered her.

“Phillipe, I’m a married woman.”

“I can tell you’re unhappy, Laura.”

“I don’t want to be your submissive.”

“You already are…”

Laura was embarrassed by how weakly and unconvincingly she cried out for help.

“Let me out of your office. Let me go. Let me go. Help. Someone help me.”

Laura tried to get by Williamson, but he subdued her easily, pulling her body close to his, whispering into her ear.

“I know it’s only a piece of paper, but something made you sign it. Why did you sign it, Laura? I know you want this. Don’t be ashamed of wanting it, Laura.”

Williamson shut the door and pressed her back against it. He attached the collar around her throat.

“Now you’re officially mine, Laura. You’re my collared submissive. No one else can have you. I’ve collared you as a submissive. You’re mine now, Laura. You’re my sub.”

Laura stared up into his eyes as Williamson slipped his large strong hands under her loosened dress. For the first time in her life Laura knew what it felt like to have a virile man’s hands caressing her breasts, passionately rubbing and squeezing them, stimulating her hardened large n*****s between his thumb and index fingers. She thought of how her husband had rarely touched her breasts in the few times they made love, and when he did, it wasn’t with the desperate passion of Williamson. Despite her fear and shame, she felt an excitement like never before in her life. Her body responded to Williamson’s caresses, the lips of her s*x opened widely for him. In truth, she realized that she liked the feeling of being used for Williamson’s pleasure, and she tried unsuccessfully to suppress those thoughts. As she struggled to release herself from his vice-like grip, he kissed her passionately with an open mouth. Laura did not return the kiss. She felt his erection grinding into her.

“Oh I’m so hard for you; the muscles in my pelvis are aching for you. I have you now, Laura. I have you. You are mine.”

Despite being held against her will, Laura felt an intense pleasure. She couldn’t summon the strength to scream out for help, and perhaps, she thought, didn’t want to. She took quick shallow breaths, felt weak and didn’t resist as she saw Williamson loosen the sash further. She helplessly watched as her silk dress fell to the floor. In turn, he took each of the swollen areoles and pink extended n*****s deeply into his mouth and sucked on them passionately until she heard herself moan out in pleasure. She felt his teeth close around her erect n*****s and nibble at them, causing a shiver to run up the back of her spine, despite her shame. He took her face in his hands and kissed her again and this time Laura responded with an open mouth and willing tongue to the kiss. Williamson took both of Laura’s hands and pressed them against his thick shaft and closed her fingers tightly around it. She looked down and saw the outline of his massive erection running halfway up his thigh under his pants. She couldn’t believe an erection could be that long and thick. He wrapped his strong hands around her throat and squeezed his fingers gently over her collar, holding her very life in his hands, while she kept her hands around his shaft.