A/N: Kyoko is a Pro Domme, and Ren her client, so expect heavy BDSM. This will probably be very OOC. Exactly where this will go, or how frequently it will be updated, I can't say. Kyoko only provides Domination services, so there won't be any lemon for a while, but like 90% chance it will end up that way.
I want to emphasize that everything Setsu/Kyoko does to Ren is what he wants her to do, and especially with knife and fire play (which can be legitimately dangerous), they've discussed it explicitly in advance. Kyoko is also an experienced professional who knows exactly what she's doing.
If you ever think about getting into BDSM, you need to do extensive research, and be really careful who you 'play' with. Informed and enthusiastic consent is the extremely important line separating BDSM from abuse. Contrary to what most people would assume, the submissive is actually the one in control, and it is their fantasy the Dominant brings to life. Limits of play, and the degree of surrender, are all decided by the sub (but obviously Doms can have limits too, like Kyoko has hard limits about genitals and full nudity). AND, aftercare is EXTREMELY important, and can be equally so for both Dom and sub.
So with that out of the way, let's get to it! First chapter is totally SFW.
He was going to have a few choice words for Yashiro when he got back. Not only had his directions gotten him completely lost, but his phone was also dead. What exactly did he have an assistant for, if not making sure things like this didn't happen?
He pulled the car over, looking dubiously at his surroundings. The towering warehouses showed no outside sign of life, and there wasn't another person on the street anywhere that he could see. He decided to walk up a block, hoping to run into someone, when a businessman exited one of the buildings.
"Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me find -"
"Yes, ahem, well, it's that door there," he explained, pointing. "Sorry, I really must be going."
"Sir, if you cou-" but the man hadn't even stopped, and quickly disappeared around the corner. "Well that's just fucking fantastic."
He leaned his head back and let out a sigh, deciding his best bet was to go inside, since at least then there might be someone willing to give him directions. The door was locked, and there was no name next to the buzzer, but at this point he was pressed for options, so he rang the bell.
"Speak," a feminine voice commanded.
What the hell kind of a greeting was that? Today was shaping up to be a real shitshow.
"Yes, hello. I'm afraid I'm lost, and I was hoping that perhaps you-"
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. He pulled the heavy door open quickly, before they had a chance to change their mind. It was clean inside, with a sort sterile, hospital feeling, the entry bare except for a concrete stairway to his left, and a freight elevator straight ahead. He bent down to lift the gate, wondering if this was all a waste of his time. What floor was he even supposed to get off on? Neither the voice over the speaker, or the man he'd run into, bothered to tell him that.
There was a star next to the number four, so he figured that was as good an option as any other. There was a short hallway, and another door, everything in black. Was this it? He lifted his hand to knock, determined to at least try since he'd come this far. It'd been about 45 seconds, and he didn't hear anything from inside, so he wondered if maybe it was the wrong floor. He considered knocking again, but that was probably pointless. Then, just as he was about to leave, the door opened.
Whatever he was expecting, that was most certainly not it. She was short, with steely eyes and long blonde hair streaked with pink. Her clothes were tight and black and left just enough to the imagination. She surveyed him appraisingly and pursed her pierced lips, taking the riding crop in one hand and cracking it against her open palm.
"You don't have an appointment," she mused, circling around him and extending a long leg to push the door shut with her foot, "That's very bad."
"Uh, I'm not..."
"Shhhhhh," she cooed, stroking a hand down his cheek. "You're safe here. Nothing will happen that you don't want to happen, but first," she explained, directing him to follow her, "we'll talk things over, discuss the details of our contract, and then we'll schedule your first session."
She sat him in a cushioned velvet chair, perching on the arm beside him.
"Now, tell Mistress Setsu why you're here."
He took a breath, figuring out how best to tell her this was all a misunderstanding. Would she be upset, embarrassed, angry? It wasn't as though he'd been trying to deceive her, but he had an appointment to keep, and he wasn't here for her services.
"That's... an accident, actually. My phone died, and a man I tried asking for information from directed me here. I apologize for having wasted your time, and of course I'm happy to compensate you for any loss, but I absolutely cannot be late."
"I see."
She leaned over him, looking into his eyes. Her gaze was sharp, intense, and then the contact was broken. She glided off the chair and across the room, her catlike movements holding his gaze, as he made his way to the door. Leaning artfully over a desk in one corner, she grabbed something from a drawer and stalked towards him. Reaching out, she grabbed his hands, placing something in his palms and dragging her fingers slowly along his as she pulled away.
"I'm not so sure it's an accident," she smirked, "maybe it was fate. Be a good boy and see yourself out, no charge this time."
He looked at her curious, just noticing the mobile charger she'd placed in his hand.
"At least let me pay you for this."
"If it bothers you too much to keep it, then you can always return it to me."
She winked, waving him off with a little wiggle of her fingers. He smiled politely and bowed his head in thanks, before turning to leave. There was something peculiar about her that struck him, something in her eyes. Still, if she wasn't worried about the charger, then there was no reason he should. It was a small thing really, and he had an appointment to keep. Maybe, with a bit of creative driving, he could actually get there on time.
She was far less interested in whether or not he came back, than in the client who'd carelessly lead him to her. Was he also inclined to gab thoughtlessly about her to friends after a couple of drinks? If she didn't cancel his contract outright, there was going to be a severe penalty for this breach of conduct. Were the rules somehow unclear? No, she was certain they were laid them out very carefully. Maybe she needed to further narrow her selection process.
The phone unlocked with her fingerprint and a password, the number she was looking for on speed dial.
"Mistress."
"Sato-san, who was here this evening? Schedule him for my next availability. He's violated the rules, and I'll very likely have to terminate his contract."
"Ugh, he's a slimy, little worm anyway."
"Chiori," she warned, separately enunciating every syllable.
"Right, sorry. I know I'm not supposed to talk that way about clients, but you know it's true! It's not like I'd say it to his face, anyway. At least not at work."
"Chiori."
"Fine, I'll relay the message. Was that all you needed?"
"I want you to go through my schedule and clear out this time slot for three weeks."
"Just on Thursdays, or?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Don't worry, I won't ask."
"Bye, Chiori."
Maybe it was silly, since he hadn't given her any indication that he was coming back. Still, she had a feeling about him; there was something in his eyes - it was pain, hidden deep. That was something she could probably help him with, if he let her. And if not, then there were plenty of ways to otherwise occupy her time.
A/N: Alright, gimme all your ideas! What exactly should Ren's job be? I was thinking maybe corporate lawyer, but I'm not sure. Something kind of prestigious, high stress, and requiring charisma. I may have Kyoko own some kind of shop in her regular life, maybe a bakery?
Also, especially in the beginning, this will probably be a lot less sexy than some people are hoping for, sorry xD
And, I know I should be working instead on the bonus chapter(s) for DMFT, but I couldn't help myself! Plus, I get to write them as actual grownups, which makes me happy.