Mistress Jane's workspace is Spartan, devoid of almost any furnishings. Hardwood floors, high ceilings, brick walls, a few Asian antiques and heavy red velvet drapes were bathed in soft lights. There is a small, enclosed booth in the corner of the room, with a small window looking in. Inside the booth there is a large cushion that takes up nearly all of the space. A small bowl of water is beside the cushion. There are bolts in the walls with heavy silver chains and leather cuffs on them. The rest of the space is nearly empty, save for a small sitting area with a table and two heavy leather club chairs. A glass pitcher of water and glasses sits on the table next to a leather briefcase.
The two women are waiting for Chuck's arrival. Blair paces anxiously around the entire space, moving back the curtains to expose the view of the city. Somewhere out there, Chuck was on his way. And this gamble she was taking to reach him had to pay off.
Jane glances at her cell phone as she hands Blair a glass of orange juice in a heavy crystal goblet. Blair drinks obediently, then takes a deep, calming breath to prepare herself.
She was already naturally high strung, but Mistress Jane was pushing way beyond her comfort zone, and she could barely control her anxiety. Would Jane's plan even work?
No one but Chuck's Uncle Jack seemed to even get through his drunken stupor. Wringing her hands, Blair started to pace again.
"Blair, look at me." Jane caught Blair, mid-pace, and led her to sit down. "I need you to relax."
"I'm trying!" Blair exclaimed. "But my heart is beating so fast. How do you even know he's coming?"
"His driver texted me that they have just arrived."
"Oh my god! Okay, this is going to work, right? It has to work! Wait, how do you even know his driver?"
Jane just smiled. "Is that really something for you to be concerned about right now?"
"Okay, I'm trying to calm down." Blair closed her eyes and tried to take a few cleansing breaths, but couldn't control her nervous energy, anxiety marring her lovely features.
"Blair!" Jane snapped, sternly. "Look into my eyes. Did you promise to surrender full control to ME tonight?"
"Yes," came the meek response.
"Yes, what?"
"I said yes!"
"Blair, I'm in control now, and I would appreciate it if you acknowledged that by addressing me appropriately."
"Oh . . yes, Mistress Jane. Is that better?"
"Blair, I want you to close your eyes and take 3 deep breaths."
Blair sat up straight in her chair, following Jane's instructions.
"Inhale . . . . . exhale . . . . inhale . . . exhale . . yes that's right, keep going, good girl. I want you to relax all the muscles in your body. Good . . now I want you to imagine sinking into a fluffy comfy safe bed, with freshly laundered linens. Your body relaxes just looking at that bed. You want to go curl up and have a cozy little nap in that bed. . . "
Blair's features were relaxing, her face smooth and lovely, the corners of her ruby lips turning up in a contented smile.
"That's right, Blair. Perfect. Relax your muscles, and close your eyes. I'm going to lead you to a place to lie down, now, all right? Doesn't that sound nice?"
Jane takes Blair's hand and leads her to the little booth, where she pushes Blair slowly down to the cushion to sit down.
"Mmm. . yes, wanna lie down now. Soooo. . sleepy, all of a sudden." Blair's eyes were closed, and she swayed drunkenly as she walked, and then plopped down with no resistance to Jane's prompting.
"Okay Blair, just lie down right here, that's it, perfect. I want you to take a nap right now, can you do that for me, good girl?" Jane threaded the silver chain through the metal loops on the soft leather cuffs circling Blair's delicate wrists, ankles, with a special attachment linking the metal collar on her slim neck to another hook on the wall.
"Mmhmm" Blair murmured sleepily, "I'm a good girl. I can do it . . good goo' gull."
"Excellent, Blair. Now remember what I'm telling you - take a nap now, but when you hear the magic words, you're going to wake up and feel really good, right? You want to feel good, don't you?"
Jane was stroking Blair's hair, running her hand lightly over Blair's entire body.
"Yes, yes, feels good!" Blair stretched and yawned, catlike, before folding her hands neatly beneath her cheek, settling into the oversized velvet cushion in the corner.
"You remember what the magic words are, right, Blair?"
"Uh huh"
"Ok, I'm just going to fasten this here . . and here, just to keep you safe. I wouldn't want you to get lost. Can you drink some more juice for me?"
"Water."
"Oh, there's some water right next to you, in that bowl."
Blair opened her eyes and looked at the bowl of water sitting next to the cushion. She was confused.
"Blair, it's fresh water. If you're thirsty, pretend you're a kitty. Do you like kitties?"
"Oh yes."
"What does the kitty say?"
"Mmmiaou. Mrrrworwr!" Blair giggled, then curled up on her little bed.
"Good kitty. Okay, time for a catnap. You can sleep until you hear the magic words."
The limo pulled up to a building somewhere in the meatpacking district. Chuck rolled down the window and looked outside. He recognized the building as one of his father's properties.
"Well, It's mine now," he thought to himself.
The driver came around to open the door.
"Have you been to this place before?" Chuck asked his driver.
"Yes, sir."
"When did you ever come to this place? How often?"
"Once a week. Every Wednesday afternoon."
"For how long has this been going on?"
"Ten years, sir."
Chuck was floored. He nodded at the doorman, who had been told to expect his arrival.
"8th floor, Mr. Bass."
The elevator opened to the sound of heels clicking on wood coming toward him. Chuck stepped out to see Mistress Jane, in a crisp, collared white blouse and high waisted black leather pencil skirt, with a waist cincher molding her tiny frame into a perfect hourglass. Pointed black leather heels and a simple chignon completed her outfit. She extended her hand in greeting, and gallantly brushed his lips on the back of her hand.
They shared a moment of mutual appraisal.
"Mistress Jane. A pleasure to see you again. Especially now that I'm mobile." Chuck drawled, showing more signs of life than he had in weeks.
"Run now, if you want, Chuck." she teased, "But I do promise that you will be free to leave at any time." Jane walked over to the sitting area, and settled herself in one of the club chairs.
"I'm here. I'm intrigued. And I took the first shower I've had all week, to see you." Chuck shoved his hands in his pockets, walking to the window overlooking the dark city outside. He thought he caught a trace of a familiar scent, then Jane cut into his thoughts.
"Then I am truly honored to warrant such respect. I know it must be hard for you right n. . "
"Jane, let's cut the maternal act. I've had enough of the pseudo-mom from Lily." Chuck growled impatiently.
Jane sat back in her chair, contemplating him thoughtfully. She gestures for him to join her, and he strides over.
"Very well." she said smoothly. "A drink?"
"Please." Chuck eases back into the only other seat in the room, slouching down and scrutinizing Jane with narrowed eyes.
"Water, tea, coffee, juice?"
"Are you kidding? Scotch. Whiskey if you don't have it."
"I don't serve alcohol or keep alcohol here. What I do requires safety, and safety requires sobriety."
"You're fucking kidding me!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Unbelievable . . okay okay - MISTRESS Jane, I'll have some water. I'm probably dehydrated anyhow."
Jane pours him some water from the glass pitcher and hands it over to Chuck, who drains the glass and then puts it back down on the table. "Well, Mistress?"
"Chuck, I know your father was a very private man. Many would even call him passionless. But I wouldn't. The Bart Bass I knew was a loving, tender person who spent most of his life trying to keep emotions under control."
"Jane, please understand that what you've just described to me is a total pipe dream, and furthermore, completely irrelevant because my father is DEAD. You could make up all the stories you want about how he was with you, but I don't need to hear them. I'm his fucking only son, and I have the LEAST amount of pleasant memories of Bart Bass!"
"Chuck, do you want to know about your father? You don't have the slightest idea who I really am, do you? Don't you get it? I am the only person on earth that has the real "file" on Bart Bass, and I am offering you a chance to understand him."
"Why would I want to do that? He's a bastard, he's dead, he never gave a shit about me unless it had to do with his money or his prestige," Chuck hissed at her.
Jane did not respond. Chuck shifted in his chair, obviously discomfited by the entire situation.
"Look, I came here because I was curious. You said you had a "gift" for me. if it's anything like the session we had with Blair, I can assure you I'm not in the mood."
"As I said before, you're free to leave at any time, but your gifts are time-sensitive and I must give them to you that way."
"And if I leave now?"
"Then you'll never know, and I will never contact you again. And you and all your unanswered questions about your father can live happily ever after." Jane's voice took on a steely edge, daring Chuck to leave.
Chuck narrowed his eyes at Jane, looked at his watch, muttered under his breath, and squirmed in his seat. He desperately wanted a drink.
The entire time Jane watched him with a patient, impassive and cool expression on her face. This wasn't her first time bending a bad boy to her will. And it certainly wasn't the first time she'd broken a Bass.
[ A/N: Not much "action" in this chapter, but I had to keep the story alive. I admit, I always just want to "get right to it." But like any good s&m scenario, context is everything, so we gotta set it up. Lots of meaty goodness in the next few chapters!
BTW thanks for reading and special thanks for all those who are reviewing and following along! I know this might all seem way off from the canon storyline, or OOC, but whatevs. I leave all the other great "C/B and their feelings to the other shippers. I'm too impatient to write the fluff - although I LOVE to read other people's stories with love, fluff and drabble! When I try to write it myself that sort of stuff seems forced.
Anyway, reviews are always appreciated - and certainly when i feel the urgency from other readers this encourages me to update faster. I love to know what you enjoy! ]
