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  Williamson interrupted her.

  “The God of the Old Testament is really more like an irrational Greek God, it seems to me, smiting down his enemies, making people suffer plagues if they’re from a culture, if they worship more than one God. The God of the Old Testament punished people harshly for not worshipping Him as the One True God, for expressing their natural sexuality. You know, Laura, I’ve really tried to make my club here a kind of safe refuge, a haven from the sexual shame God imposed upon mankind, to create a kind of new Paradise, a Garden of Eden, within these walls, where sexuality between a man and a woman can be naturally expressed. That’s where I got the title from – The A and E Club. The Adam and Eve Club. A place where men and women can overcome the repression imposed upon them by our shame-based culture… You know, I was thinking, the way God arbitrarily punished Adam and Eve is very similar in a way with what you saw in the show last night, remember?”

  “What?”

  Suddenly Laura stopped breathing. She looked into Williamson’s smiling eyes, then looked down at her hands.

  He was there. It was his cologne. He saw me. He knows it was me, in the dark, watching the show from the back of his club. It was him…

  Laura started feeling nervous, like a mouse caught in a trap.

  Where was Stephen? Why wasn’t he coming? Maybe he wasn’t working tonight. Then what am I still doing here?

  “Did you like the scenario? I wrote it, kind of like an adult retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Do you remember at the beginning, the reason the Dom punished Belle was so arbitrary – which is one of the reasons why it’s so sexy on stage; she’s given several hard slaps just because she gives the incorrect response when the Dom asked her what her name was. She said “Belle”, instead of the correct response, “My name is Submissive”. It’s just like when God kicks Adam and Eve out of paradise just for eating an apple. The power God has over Adam and Eve is kind of sexy, like the power a Dom has over his sub. And God really entrapped them I think. He said, Adam and Eve, you can do anything you want but eat this luscious sweet tasty red apple growing on this tree here. If you put it that way, how can you refuse it? You’re going to be like Snow White and take a bite, right? Here’s another example. In “Beauty and the Beast”, the Beast tells his beautiful prisoner; what was the name of the princess in that story? It was Belle too, wasn’t it? Do you remember, Laura? Was her name Belle too?”

  “It was,” Laura whispered.

  “Well, isn’t that a coincidence. So the Beast tells Belle she can go anywhere she wants in his castle, except one place. The West Wing. That is forbidden. Where do you think the girl is going to want to go the first chance she gets? The West Wing, of course! I hope you don’t mind me talking to you like this, Laura. I’m excited to meet you and talk to you. I’ve never really met a real Christian before. I mean, the foster parents that took me to church said they were Christians, but they also smacked the shit out of me every time I got out of line, so I think that disqualifies them from being true Christians, or maybe it doesn’t, I don’t really know.”

  “Phillipe, it’s getting late. Perhaps I should...”

  “I was thinking, in watching the show last night, I need to do some revisions to the scenario. Our current subs have lost their fear of the slapping board and the lash, and they’re not good enough actresses to really convince the audience that they are legitimately afraid of the punishment, which in my opinion is where the real sexual excitement comes from. To see a submissive truly afraid to submit to punishment, then as she’s being disciplined, to witness that first moment when she discovers how much she likes submitting to it, how much she likes being bound by ropes and chains, helpless and at the complete mercy of her powerful Dom. And then, to be a part of the exquisite moment when she realizes and accepts her deep sexual response to the slaps and lashes of her Dom, and to see her crave for the next moment when she will be allowed to submit to the desires of her Dom again and fulfill them – that is what I’m trying to depict in these shows, Laura.”

  Williamson reached out and lifted Laura’s chin with his fingers, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

  “Do you understand what I’m saying, Laura? Perhaps I should make myself a little clearer. I’m talking about you, Laura. You have the nature of a sweet and obedient submissive. You are so pretty and feminine; I thought you might understand this better than anyone. Doesn’t it sound a little frightening, but also very sexy submitting to your Dom in such a manner? Laura?”

  “I don’t… understand you. How could you want to cause pain to a woman? How could that be sexy?” Laura asked.

  She clenched her thighs together, trying to hide the intensely sexual response his words were triggering her to feel, but she could do nothing to mask the musky odor of her arousal emanating from within the moist open folds of her sex. As Williamson calmly spoke, he took a form and a pen out of his desk and carefully approached her, as if she was a lovely wild animal and he was afraid any sudden movement would scare away.

  “You needn’t worry about the pain, Laura. It is brief and fleeting, a minor discomfort, a mirage really. The Dom does not want to cause pain in his sub, it is but a means to open the door to her pleasure. You see, the pain is what leads to the pleasure. I know this is all very new to you. You have to try to trust me, Laura. Of all the women I’ve ever trained, you come to me as the purest and most innocent one. I know a relationship with me will make you happier than you could ever hope to feel and I know you would make me the happiest man alive, if only you would trust me. Please, let me try to explain.”

  Williamson moved slowly down closer to her, the form in his hand. Laura stared straight ahead of her. It was as if he had captured some kind of rare and exotic creature and like a magician, held her captive with his words. Seeing her sitting next to him on the couch with her legs crossed, he realized he really liked the company of Laura and enjoyed talking to her. He could see a future with her, in all the various facets of his life. He felt a little jealous of her husband, but he didn’t get to where he was by not going after what he wanted in life. There were always obstacles to overcome and Williamson was not going to shy away from a challenge. Williamson saw Laura glance at the form. The tiny black print was difficult to read in the dim lighting, but a few bold-faced words such as “consensual”, “safe word” and “pain threshold” jumped out at her.

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

  Williamson breathed in the intoxicating sexual 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 sex 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 nipples 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 nipples 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 sex 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 nipples 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 nipples 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.