AN: I know I promised to work on my older Cabenson stories, but I hope readers won't mind me veering off course too much seeing I'm writing something ;-). Anyhoo, this story is a thankyou to livsgirl for taking on a Cabenson story idea of mine that will come to fruition sometime in the future that we know Cabenson readers will absolutely love ;-). I know this story isn't something I'd normally write seeing Alex/Olivia are my OTP and always will be, but sometimes writers like take a step outside their comfort zone. This is that one such time for me and I doubt I'll ever write something like this again. I'll admit it mightn't be everyone's cup of tea, but I hope my regular Cabenson readers take the chance to see how this story plays out because it's a little different from what they might expect from me. What I do ask of my regular readers is: please remember my writing mottoes :-)
To livsgirl: thankyou for not only taking on my Cabenson story idea, but for writing what you write; bringing so many varying emotions into readers lives; and for doing the job you do :-). I hope this little story can express some of the gratitude I have... and let me know how intense the workout ends up being by the end of the story ;-) ROFL! To all other readers, I hope you enjoy and please take the time to let me know what you think :-)
I settle into the back of the taxi and tell the driver the address to the apartment located in the Upper West Side. He tries to engage me with small talk but soon realises that I'm not interested in his inane ramblings of the latest political scandal. My mind is elsewhere... remembering why I'm travelling to where I'm going this evening, and how I became to be invited. I guess I need to go back numerous months to start somewhere near the beginning.
The fact is: I came to New York City to leave my life of Atlanta, Georgia behind.
To leave the lifestyle which I had always yearned to be a part of ever since I became sexually aware, and had become accustomed to.
And to leave... her.
She treated me the way I was supposed to be treated, or so I thought. She was a mousy first grade school teacher for the most part... but in the bedroom, she was anything but. We met at a club that catered to our lifestyle, each taking the role that suited us with gusto. I couldn't get enough of her and she couldn't get enough of me. Looking back now, I could see the tiny faults on both sides because neither of us were perfect, but we made it work for us for almost three years.
Then Deputy Chief Patton happened.
I know I shouldn't have allowed that to happen, but when I finally told her what had occurred with Deputy Chief Patton, it descended into a free for all in her mindset. Assault and abuse... emotional, physical, mental... and I hate to admit it, especially being a detective assigned to a unit that investigates sex crimes after all, but even sexual. The one person I trusted the most and who was supposed to be there for me, wasn't. She labelled me everything under the sun for even thinking about getting into bed with someone other than her. She blamed me for what Deputy Chief Patton did and said I deserved what happened to me. Then, without any warning, she began punching, slapping and kicking me, but I didn't ever fight back. How could I? She was the love of my life. I woke up laying face down some time later from being knocked unconscious by her. She had bound, blindfolded and gagged me and was doing the things she promised never to do without mutual agreement or consent... the very thing Deputy Chief Patton had done to me.
My situation went from bad to worse, so I did the only thing I felt I could do. I got out of Atlanta via a transfer to the NYPD and threw myself into my work at Manhattan's Special Victim's Unit.
I'd been in New York for just over a year when the yearning for my old lifestyle began again. I kept the desire at arms length for as long as I could, but I finally picked up the phone and contacted the owner of the club in Atlanta for a recommendation of a New York club and perhaps even a good word for me. He came good two week later and personally introduced me to the owner of the New York club seeing I wasn't in a position of dominance to do so. Subs, slaves and pets never do, and a submissive without a dominant... well, you get the picture.
I wasn't ready to find a permanent owner again just yet, but I needed a release and to remember the feeling of submission in a safe environment. The owner of the New York club and professional dominatrix, Allegra, agreed to personally take me under her wing and help me after I told her what had happened in Georgia. Scenes were small and carried out in private for the very beginning. Some light bondage, gentle discipline and strap on sex, all mutually agreed upon beforehand. Some might have called it cookie cutter BDSM, or light play reserved for vanilla couples, but it was what I needed to start with to become me again. We settled into a routine for almost nine months and slowly built our domination/submission 'relationship'.
Then, about three months ago, I asked Allegra for something else... something more because I felt I was mentally and emotionally ready to start looking for a new owner. I asked her for a scene in a private room so that a small number of females only club members could watch me submit. Voyeurism in its basic form. Allegra agreed and arranged for half a dozen or so of her most trusted club members looking for a submissive to watch in a darkened, private room. I was tied naked to a Saint Andrew's Cross and flogged Florentine-style with dual cat o' nine tails to my back, shoulder and backside. After that, I was turned around and whipped with and a riding crop all over my front torso, arms and thighs, thanking Allegra after each strike. Then I was teased with a Wartenberg wheel to my breasts, nipples and freshly waxed pubic mound. The finale had me repeatedly begging to come as Allegra fucked me slowly with a jack rabbit vibe. She finally allowed me to do so after denying me twice.
After Allegra had tended to me once the scene was over, she informed me that there were two women interested in meeting with me. Never in a million years did I think I would come face to face with two of my co-workers that were married to each other when I reentered the now well lit private room. I had assumed two different, single women wanted to meet and get to know me, not-
"Yo, lady! We're here!" the taxi driver barks at me in annoyance.
I hand over some crumpled notes to cover the fare from my jacket pocket and exit the vehicle, not bothering to wait for the change. Upon entering the apartment building, I inform the doorman I'm expected. He leads me to the elevator and presses the button for the 32nd floor.
The penthouse, of course.
Where was I?... Oh yeah, my co-workers. I never imagined Olivia Benson and Alex Cabot, a happily married couple since... I don't even know how long! I think they got married after Alex's return from Witness Protection... yeah, that sounds kinda familiar. Anyway, I never imagined Liv and Alex would be the women wanting to meet with me after the scene, let alone be watching the scene I had just participated in. Then again, we all have our kinks we like to keep hidden from those that don't understand the lifestyle. Once Allegra had left the three of us to become acquainted... so to speak... Olivia and Alex informed me that they were a switch couple, both happy to play the roles of a dominant and a submissive behind closed doors. Their ultimate fantasy in the bedroom had always been to both dominate at the same time, but they had never found anyone they could trust to even consider being their submissive given the type of work we dealt with day to day. They wondered if I might consider fulfilling their fantasy seeing they were now aware of my lifestyle, I was now aware of theirs, and they were impressed with the scene I had just partaken in with Allegra. Mulling over the idea, I didn't answer right away. They told me to take my time to think about it because the offer might only be a one time thing... or if we were all happy how things when the first time, it could become something of a semi-permanent or even possibly even a permanent arrangement.
I took my time considering the offer and was grateful that there was no pressure from either Alex or Olivia to make a decision until I was ready. At work we were still just ADA Alex Cabot, Sergeant Olivia Benson and Detective Amanda Rollins. I continued to see Allegra while I weighed up my options. I was looking for a new owner, not a one time thing. Although, the thought of being dominated by two women at the same time was something I'd never contemplated before as a submissive, but the more I thought about it, the more it appealed. And if those two women dominating me were Alex Cabot and Olivia Benson...
I finally made my decision this afternoon after work, after being shot at by a roof top sniper outside the precinct earlier in the day. I felt the bullet whiz past my cheek and ear before it shattered the car window behind me as I lead Mrs. Chang, aka: Dragon Lady, towards the squad cars for processing at Central Booking. For the first time in my career, I realised my own mortality and that we all only live once. I informed Olivia over the telephone that I would give her and Alex the courtesy of telling them my answer face to face.
I'm shaken from my thoughts when the elevator pings and the doors slide open. I'm surprised to see that the elevator doesn't open directly into the apartment but I guess Alex's past might have something to do with that. I exit the elevator and cross the short distance of the vestibule. Raising my hand, I go to press the door buzzer but the door opens before I can.
"Amanda, come in!" Alex greets me with a warm smile. She steps aside and allows me to enter the apartment, calling out as she closes the door. "Olivia, Amanda is here!"
Olivia appears from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish cloth, a smear of flour or powdered sugar on her cheek. Alex laughs lightly at the sight and gently wipes the offending smear away with her thumb from Olivia's cheek before kissing the tip of Olivia's nose.
"Would you like to stay for dinner? We're having roast vegetable risotto and peach cobbler," Olivia explains, hitching her thumb towards the dining table as her free arm wraps around Alex's waist, holding her lovingly.
"Thankyou, but I won't stay. However, I thought I would let you both know that..." Stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets, I take a deep steadying breath and lower my eyes before continuing, "... I'd like to take you both up on your other offer."
