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  “Are you warm enough now?” I asked.

  “Yes. Thank you James,” she said.

  After I set the cup on the table Eloise looked down and bowed her head. Tears began escaping out of the corner of her eyes and slid down her cheeks. Her chest collapsed and she began to quietly sob. I took her into my arms and handed her a tissue.

  “Eloise? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

  “James… I don’t want you to think… I’m a bad person… A bad woman…”

  “I don’t think that at all Eloise.”

  She cleaned the smeared mascara from her face and wiped her nose with a tissue.

  “I’ve always been a proper woman. My sister was always the fun one. She was so uninhibited and free. I envied her. But all my life I’ve had these secret thoughts and they would never go away. I thought if I… just this once… let myself go… I could purge myself of these… inappropriate desires once and for all… But… after giving in to them… they’ve only gotten worse. Much worse.”

  Eloise looked up at me, patting the tissue under her eyes.

  “And then I met you and… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t go on like this.”

  “No Eloise. Talk to me. Please. I want to know why you’re so upset…”

  She took a deep breath and continued.

  “When Mr. Anderson decided to help me… fulfill this fantasy of mine… I tried not to let my emotions become involved. But when I met you, from the minute I saw you I felt so comfortable in your presence, I couldn’t help feeling… this deep connection with you. And then… the way you touched me and kissed me last night… I had such an enormous response… Something like that has never happened to me James.”

  “It was… extraordinary,” I said, remembering the gush of sweet nectar that streamed out from between her quivering thighs.

  “I think you’re such an attractive man, James.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and instinctively touched my hand to my cheek.

  “That’s very nice of you to say, but… that’s not possible, Ms. Madsen. My scar…”

  Eloise looked up at me, took my hand away and placed her chained hand lightly on my damaged cheek.

  “It’s true. I’m sexually attracted to you James… I wish that’s all that it was…” she said softly, looking down again and dropping her hand from my cheek.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I hoped the physical attraction to you would go away after our experience yesterday, but when you told me about how you were fired from your job trying to stand up for the rights of that homeless man, I really respected you for that. And then, when Charles told me of how you got your scar as a boy stopping that rape, I realized I had real feelings for you. But… it’s too late. My boyfriend is coming back tomorrow at noon and I have to go back to him and to my… other life.”

  She covered her face in her palms and shook her head.

  “I don’t know what to do…” she said.

  I wanted to talk her out of going back to her boyfriend. I wanted to tell her how much making love to her meant to me and how I too had passionate feelings for her. I wanted to tell her that I too felt a deep connection to her.

  “Eloise…”

  Before I could tell Eloise how I felt about her, the door opened and Charles Anderson entered. He appeared taller than before, standing stiffly with a straight back, his arms crossed over his chest. He clutched a leather leash in his white knuckled fist. His chin was set and he spoke slowly, through clenched teeth. He swayed on his feet a bit as if slightly inebriated.

  “Why are you covered up in that blanket?” he asked in a slurred voice.

  “I’m sorry, My Lord. I was cold and Mr. Jefferson gave me the blanket to warm up.”

  “Stand up,” the Dom commanded.

  Eloise stood meekly, her eyes downcast. I stood up next to her.

  “Take off the blanket!” he ordered.

  Eloise took the blanket from her body, folded it into a neat square and placed it upon the table. Then she walked slowly and carefully across the office to her Dom. Charles Anderson attached the leash to the O-Ring on the front of the leather collar around her neck. Then he turned Ms. Madsen around to face me by tugging on the collar. Eloise met my eyes briefly and then looked down, her cheeks crimson with shame. Mr. Anderson addressed me directly in the eyes.

  “I’d like to rent a private room for the evening.”

  “For what purpose?” I asked.

  “I intend to have my sub disciplined in public, by myself, by you, or any of your guests who would like to participate in her training session…” Mr. Anderson said, lifting his jaw defiantly to me.

  “I’m sorry but there are no private rooms currently available,” I said.

  “I will pay twice the rental price,” the Dom said.

  “Both rooms have been already been rented out in advance.”

  “Then my sub will be chained in Area 3 for the rest of the evening, for her education and the entertainment of your patrons.”

  “I’m sorry but I can’t allow you to do that, Mr. Anderson.”

  The Dom looked at me with a mixture of envy and hatred in his eyes. Did Eloise confess anything to her Dom about her feelings for me? Mr. Anderson firmly grasped Eloise by both hands on her upper arms and turned her to face him.

  “You see! You see how he’s trying to protect you, to hold you back!” Mr. Anderson emphatically exclaimed to his sub, with desperation and despair in his voice.

  The Dom seemed about to lose control of his emotions, but I couldn’t allow Eloise to go out as a little lost angel into the lion’s den of my club. I tried to calmly make my case.

  “Please be reasonable Mr. Anderson. Your sub is completely exposed here. I’m concerned for her welfare. It is my job to protect -”

  “It’s what my Dom wants James. And it’s what I want too,” Eloise said, interrupting me with a soft voice.

  “I believe you’re being forced to -” I said.

  “Mr. Anderson isn’t forcing me in the slightest, James. He’s been the perfect Dom to me. It’s completely my decision.”

  “Still, I can’t permit it Ms. Madsen. Not in Area 3. Not in your current vulnerable state. I won’t allow it,” I said.

  Mr. Anderson took his submissive by the shoulders and looked at her with a desperate intensity. His voice quivered in a pitiful manner, as if he was on the verge of an emotional collapse.

  “Do you see Cassandra? He doesn’t want you to have this experience, but I do! I’m the only one that knows what you want, what you need. Certainly not your religious boyfriend! And not this club owner! Me! It’s me! I’m the only one that knows you Cassandra. I am the only one who will ever love you and accept you just as you are…”

  His raw heartfelt words hovered awkwardly and ineffectually in the air. When Mr. Anderson looked at the kind but pitying look in his sub’s eyes, he realized his pronouncement of love had missed its mark. He slowly released the tight grip on Eloise’s shoulders, leaving behind the indentation marks of his fingers on her fair skin.

  “You have been… so good to me, Mr. Anderson, these past few days. You have. I’ll cherish the memory of our time together. I will Charles. I’ll think about you often,” she said quietly, before looking down at the floor.

  It was obvious to me by her polite but measured response that Eloise didn’t harbor the same feelings of passion for her Dom as she held for me. Mr. Anderson realized it as well and I saw a look of tremendous disappointment and sorrow in his eyes. He looked miserably down to the floor. I felt sorry for him. I could tell Eloise felt bad about how Anderson was feeling as well. After a moment of silence, I approached Eloise.

  “Ms. Madsen, you are completely exposed in your present state. You’ll be inviting the men in this club, several men… to touch and fondle you inappropriately. And I won’t be able to stop it.”

  “It’s what I want James. I don’t want you to stop it.”

  “But why?” I asked, trying to
understand her. “Why would you want to -”

  “There’s… a demon inside of me James. You should know this about me. The Pastor of our church, Reverend Orman, calls it… a demon of lust. He calls it the worst kind of temptation there is… Please James. Allow me this one last kindness. My boyfriend returns tomorrow. This is my last chance… to purge this demon from my soul.”

  “Eloise, there’s no demon inside you, no matter what your Reverend says.”

  “I’ve allowed Satan to enter my heart.”

  “No Eloise. Satan doesn’t exist. Demons aren’t real. There are no such things. The intense desires you feel are perfectly normal for some women such as you with a heightened sexual drive. Perhaps if you just speak with your boyfriend he’ll -”

  “No… He’ll never understand this need in me. Please James. Allow me to be chained and offered to the gentlemen of your club. Please. It’s my last hope to get rid of this burden once and for all. Please. I beg you…”

  The three of us stood silently in my office and no one spoke another word. Against my better judgment, I nodded my approval and they left my office. I rubbed a sharp pain in my gut as I sat down at my desk. I followed their slow progress on my laptop through the crowd, while trying to decide whether or not to alert my security team to keep an eye on the situation. I watched them pass the bar, followed by several men, into Area 3. Mr. Anderson took a set of keys out of his pocket. He released her bound wrists, stretched his sub’s arms up and reattached her wrists to the chains above her head. She spread her legs in a wide V shape and Anderson cuffed her ankles to the floor. He gave her a long look in the eyes, kissed her tenderly and backed away to the bar.

  Eloise was quickly surrounded and the men of the club began pawing at her, squeezing her ass and fondling her breasts. Two men dropped to their knees in front of her and began licking her aroused sex, between the two crystal pendants. A Dom held her limp body in his arms while the other men of Obsessions, kissed, stroked, and touched her intimately. I counted at least seven men touching her at one time. Several fingers slipped in and out of her opening, brushing over the contours of her most private area. One man squeezed a bottle of lubricant in his hand and slid his fingers delicately into the heart-shaped cleavage between her hips. Eloise tilted her head back and parted her lips in response.

  The entire time Eloise looked directly up into the overhead camera mounted across from her on the ceiling and focused on it, as if she knew I would be watching. She appeared relaxed, happy, even at peace. She smiled in a beatific way at the camera and winked at me. The way she stared at the lens, it seemed as if it was my tongue lapping at the moist inner folds of her opening, my fingers sliding so effortlessly in and out of the hidden walls of her sheath and my palms fondling the soft round mounds of her flesh. As the men became aroused, I could tell they gripped her skin tighter and invaded the most precious places of her body deeper and deeper. Mr. Anderson sat on the sidelines nursing his Scotch, watching sadly, impassively. She never once looked in his direction.

  I couldn’t look away from her mesmerizing soulful eyes staring at me in the camera. It was quite clear that Eloise didn’t sacrifice herself to the beasts of the club for her Dom’s entertainment, but for mine. What were her motives? I had no idea but I could guess. By her tender gaze her eyes seemed to say, “Forget me James, I’m not worthy of your devotion,” and “I love you James, please remember me fondly in your dreams…”

  I decided to put an abrupt end to it. I grabbed the blanket I had covered Eloise with and some towels from my private bathroom and exited my office. I walked purposefully down the corridor, elbowing patrons out of the way. Nonchalantly, I pushed in and then out on the device mounted into the side wall and an immediate loud fire alarm sounded. An overhead sprinkler system kicked in, spraying water over every square inch of my club, drenching my patrons. I got on the intercom system at the bar, instructing everyone with a calm voice.

  “Please everyone. Listen carefully. There is no emergency. I repeat, there is no emergency. The fire alarm system has apparently just malfunctioned. Please make your way slowly and calmly out of the front entrance. Obsessions will be closed for the rest of the evening. We will reopen at 6PM tomorrow evening. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Please do not panic. There is no fire. This is not an emergency. Make your way to the front entrance in a calm and orderly fashion. I apologize for the inconvenience. Thank you.”

  The crowd thinned out and I shut the water supply off to my building. I reached Eloise and she was dripping wet. As I released her from the chains and dried her body and hair, she smiled slyly at me.

  “So, the fire alarm system malfunctioned, Mr. Jefferson? That’s strange,” she said as I kneeled down to wipe her pretty legs dry.

  “Yes. It’s a curious thing. I had it inspected just recently too,” I said.

  “Did you?”

  I took a deep breath and summoned the courage to tell her.

  “You know, Ms. Madsen… Eloise… What happened between us yesterday… and again today… meant a lot to me too. Before you leave and return to your previous life, I wanted you to know that…”

  She looked at me as I wrapped her up in the dry blanket.

  “Keep this around you Eloise. It’s gotten cold out there.”

  “I wish we had more time together,” I said.

  Mr. Anderson approached so I said my goodbye.

  “So long Eloise.”

  She leaned forward, kissed me on the cheek and whispered her secret into my ear.

  “My name is Grace… Grace Madsen…”

  I looked at her with a confused expression. She met my questioning eyes and then looked down. Charles Anderson put his arm around his submissive’s waist, gave me a sad look and led the woman I now knew as Grace Madsen out of Obsessions.

  Chapter Three

  Janet

  Now I knew her real name. Grace Madsen. After all the excitement, the next day my life returned to normal. Grace had opened my eyes to the sensual beauty of the world. I became obsessed by the female form. The next evening, for the first time, I stared at each one of the submissive women as they entered my club. There were a multitude of different shapes and sizes, each creature unintentionally wielding their sexual power over me like a rapier thrust into my exposed heart. I appreciated seeing their exposed flesh as they walked through my bar, how their V-necked dresses showed off an abundance of creamy white cleavage, how the smooth skin of their legs and upper thighs were revealed under the swaying motion of their short flirty skirts, how the back of their cocktail dresses rested ever so lightly upon their feminine curves. Looking away in a discreet manner was no longer an option for me. The sight of their bodies was now as vital to me as the air I breathed, the water I drank. I could no longer exist without stealing small indecent glimpses throughout the night. I longed for one of the pretty women in the club to make eye contact and find me sexually attractive too, but I seriously doubted it would ever happen again. Grace was one in a million. Now I was reduced to a perverted onlooker, lustfully ogling the bodies of the women in my club from the shadows behind the bar or within the cocoon of my office, watching on my computer screen, alone. Grace had unleashed the sexual side of my nature, but in vain.

  I locked up the club at 2AM and headed home on my Harley. To get back onto the freeway going South, I had to use the overpass. When I sped across the bridge, I noticed an abandoned vehicle dangerously parked on the right side of the road and I had to swerve to avoid hitting it. To my left I saw what looked like a figure shrouded in the darkness, standing on the top of a protective wall above the roadway. I decelerated as safely as I could without going into a tailspin and parked my motorcycle as far out of the way on the right shoulder of the road as I could. Then I ran at full speed down the side of the road as oncoming cars whizzed past me, blaring their horns. The man on the barricade looked drunk and was weaving side to side. He seemed to be staring down over the edge of the overpass at the traffic on the highway below.

 
; “Hey! Buddy! Are you alright?” I shouted up at him.

  He didn’t seem to hear me.

  Timing the movement of the oncoming traffic, I ran as fast as I could across the four lanes to just underneath where the man was standing. I hoisted myself up on the retaining wall and balanced my body on the wall’s edge, trying not to look down. Just as the man was about to go over the edge, I lunged forward and grabbed his forearm, preventing him from falling to his death.

  “Are you OK buddy?” I asked.

  When I turned him around his shirt collar was red. He had been beaten up rather badly. His nose was dripping blood. I held my handkerchief under his nose to stop the flow. Though his face was swollen and bruised, I looked into his eyes and instantly recognized him.

  “Mr. Anderson? Charles? Is that you?”

  He nodded and his eyes slowly closed. He looked weak at the knees as if he was about pass out. If I didn’t have a tight grip on his arm at that moment, he would’ve certainly gone over the edge. I hoisted him over my shoulder and carefully got him down off the wall. It was tricky, but I waited for a break in the traffic and ran as best as I could with Anderson slung over my shoulder across the four lanes to safety. I reached his car, searched his pockets, found his car keys and drove Mr. Anderson back to my club in his car.

  He was still out cold when I laid him on the couch in my office. I tried to clean him up a little and wipe the blood off his face. When I unbuttoned the collar of his bloodstained shirt and loosened his tie, he woke up briefly and looked at me through the slits of his eyes.

  “What happened? Where am I?” he asked in a startled voice.

  I took his hand in mine and spoke to him in a calm voice.

  “You’re at Obsessions, in my office. You’re safe, Charles,” I said.

  He tried to sit up, winced in pain and collapsed back onto the couch.

  “Who did this to you?” I asked.

  Mr. Anderson shook his head, tried to lift himself up and then fell back again, clutching his ribs in pain.

  “I think I’m going to be sick,” he said, miserably.