Mary Alice Pavlik looked at the wrought iron clock hanging on the red damask wall. 8pm. Time to get ready for her Tuesday regular.
She walked down the dark hall to her room. She sat on the bed and worked her feet out of her platform boots.
She unhooked her leather corset. She peeled off her skintight black leather face mask, followed by her arm length leather gloves, then her leather girdle and thong.
She bent over and brushed her hair into a ponytail. She showered and scrubbed off her make-up. The black kohl around her eyes wouldn't show when she put on the other mask. But Mary Alice was a stickler for details.
Maybe that's why her client was so faithful.
She took out the perfume reserved only for him. She touched the stopper once between her breasts. There, and nowhere else.
8:30 pm. He would be ready and in place. She undid her hair and let it hang straight down her back. She popped on her simple eye mask, put on the rest of her outfit and hurried down the hall.
The guy at the door looked bored as usual. It was hard to keep them straight. This was Stu or Stan or something. Didn't matter. She nodded and he opened the lock and pulled the heavy door open for her.
Colder than usual in here. She made her way down the narrow stone stairs. There he was. In the middle of the room. The most heartbreakingly beautiful man she had ever seen.
His arms were already chained above his head. She inspected him. She ran a finger along one of the newer scars on his back. He flinched. She steadied him and traced several of the scars new and old. All her handiwork. Years of it. She hated to mar him but it's what he wanted. What he needed.
She knew all about him. She might be the only one who truly got him.
She took a step back from him so he could see her from head to toe. His eyes didn't waver as she braided her long blond hair loosely and to the side. She unbuttoned the white cardigan she wore over her thin white nightgown and let it drop to the floor.
He was crying before her whip bit into his skin. Twelve lashes and he climaxed with a painful moan.
She walked back up the stairs. He was never going to heal.