A/N: Before we get started, I'd like to thank my amazing beta, Liv Cassidy! Now, there is a lot of BDSM lingo in this fic, just s we're clear a Domme is also known as a Dominatrix, a female Dominant, which you will noticed is always classified. sub stands for submissive, whish is always a lower case "s". A "munch" is a party for people in the lifestyle. A "Mommy" would be a female Dominant whose submissive is a "baby boy", which dips into age play, and can even get into incest and that's not something I consider kosher. If you have any more questions just let me know! So here it is... 50 Shades of Benson...
Olivia Benson was the last person many people would think of when they thought of the BDSM lifestyle. She never expected to be interested in this. She never expected to be aroused by what she thought went on in what she assumed were dungeons. She was a sex crimes detective for God's sake, she was supposed to lock up the Masters who treated their slaves like shit, with no regard for human life.
But here she was, looking in her bathroom mirror as she put on her fish net thigh highs, her leather bustier, her leather cuffs and her knee high, black leather six inch boots. She flipped her head upside down and put her hair in a ponytail on the very top of her head, using gel and hairspray to make sure it was tight, slicked back. She designed her eyes with dark and smoky make-up, and her lips a bright red. She walked to the closet by the door and took out her black trench coat and shrugged it on.
This was her, when she wasn't at work, when she just wanted to get away from it all. This was her Domme side. She was a switch. She wasn't a true Domme, but she definitely wasn't a true submissive either. She needed to trust a Dom with everything she had before she would agree to be his sub. For this reason, she was usually in the role of Domme. She wasn't a Mistress; she didn't like the idea of having a slave, of any kind. She wasn't a Mommy. That was too sick for her. She was just your average, run of the mill Domme. She enjoyed tying men up, spanking, blind folding, flogging, crop whips. Nothing too extreme, she wasn't into caning, air games, fire play, knife play. She was generally a good Domme for men who were new to the lifestyle or who weren't into the hardcore stuff.
Saying she had a client made it feel sleazy. It was safe, sane, consensual, kinky sex between two adults. She wasn't ever with more than one sub at a time. She was with one sub, and one sub only for the duration of that contract. Depending on the person, the contract could last anywhere from two weeks to six months. There was a clause in the contract that if either she or her sub found a serious relationship, in or out of the lifestyle, the contract was immediately null and void. It was not to prohibit someone from falling in love, or getting into a serious relationship with someone else, it was so no one was cheating on anyone. Olivia wouldn't cheat on a boyfriend, and she wouldn't be the other woman, even if her sub's girlfriend was okay with it.
It had actually been a case that had gotten Olivia interested in the lifestyle. It got her looking into it, going to a few munches, meeting people and getting comfortable with who she was, finding her place in this scene. She'd been a sub for a Dom or two, but with what she dealt with all day, she just couldn't get into that mindset, but for her, a detective, being a Domme seemed to come so naturally. She called herself a switch because she did have some tendencies of a sub, and if she found a Dom she trusted, she'd be a submissive in a heartbeat.
She didn't mind being tied up, blind folded, spanked, flogged… hell she even enjoyed some wax play once in a while. But she would need a Dom like her, one who wasn't into the really fucked up stuff, one who wasn't looking for a slave, and especially not a no limits slave. Those were the ones who got hurt, those were the ones she'd deal with on a case, dead, raped, mangled because their Master went too far and they just weren't allowed to safe word. That was the point of a no limits slave. She didn't want a sadist, because she truly wasn't a masochist. She just got bored with plain old vanilla sex.
She kept this part of her world secret, the only ones who knew were her submissives, and even some of them didn't know who she really was. She used a fake name when she was in the scene, even with the people she did know. Her scene name was Genevieve. She got the name from a song she'd been listening to a while back, by Sugarland, called Genevieve. The chorus stuck out for her, "She's my Genevieve; she's my lazy river; she's my only love; she's my favorite sinner." This lifestyle was so taboo, especially in her line of work, she felt being someone's favorite sinner definitely fit, and so she took on that name.
Olivia grabbed her bag of toys that she brought with her when she would 'play' with her subs. Handcuffs, scarves, blindfolds, crop whips, floggers, and depending on the sub a candle and maybe possibly a strap on. Now, she never dominated a woman, she wasn't into having sex with women. She could appreciate a woman who was sexy, beautiful, and attractive, but she just didn't find them sexually attractive. There were some men who enjoyed being fucked by a woman with a strap on. They weren't gay; they just enjoyed the stimulation that came from anal sex.
Another thing she learned once she was in the lifestyle was that it wasn't really the Dominant who had all the control, it was the submissive. If the submissive wasn't comfortable with something the Dominant was doing, he/she would safe word, and the Dominant would stop. It was really all about trust. The submissive had to trust that the Dominant wouldn't do anything that crossed a line, and if they started to if they safe worded they would stop. And the Dominant had to trust that the submissive would safe word if they went too far. Trust was the most important part of a BDSM relationship, and that was why she wouldn't be someone's submissive until she fully trusted him.
Once she had all of her things she walked out the door, on the way to her subs house to have some fun. She locked her door and headed to his house. This was one of the most interesting BDSM relationships she'd been in. He was another member of law enforcement, one that she'd worked with before, and she enjoyed having someone understand the importance of secrecy. His scene name was Jason. She'd never realized just how much of a submissive he was until they started their contract. They met on an online site for those in the lifestyle, called fetlife, and neither had their real pictures up, so until they met at the coffee shop to sign the contract and for Olivia to check him out, make sure he wasn't too crazy, that she realized who it was. But she enjoyed dominating him, probably more than anyone else she'd dominated to date.
When she arrived at his apartment, she knocked on his door and smiled, seeing him open the door. "Jason, I see you're ready." She smiled as she saw him answer the door in his play clothes, which consisted of ripped jeans and nothing else. "Good, we can get started."
A/N: But who IS Jason!? Ed Tucker? Dean Porter? Elliot Stabler? Trevor Langan? Dale Stuckey? Hmmmm. *Evil Laugh* Only my Beta and I know! Thanks for reading! Please review! Here or on Twitter SVUConnoisseur; I'm happy to answer any and all questions about the story and/or any lingo used!