50 Shades of Orange
Chapter 1: Curiosity and Satisfaction
OrihimeXOC
A.N.: I found that I actually quite enjoyed writing Ichigo the Dom and it was interesting to try a BDSM series so I decided to make a sequel. Three-Shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach!
Warning: Lemon! Yuri! BDSM!
Months after Ichigo joined the Rough House:
Karakura High Rooftop: 12:00 PM
Orihime POV
Orihime was reading quietly as she ate her lunch, her eyes glued to the pages of the romance novel she was reading. Ever since she found the book at the bookstore, she'd been unable to turn away from it. Her face turned red with every erotic scene, making her body tingle and sweat as her mind envisioned what was on the pages happening to her.
"Orihime!"
Turning around, Orihime found a scowling Tatsuki standing behind her. "Again? How many times have I told you not to read 50 Shades of Grey? That's not a novel! That's just smut on paper!"
Orihime quickly put the book back into her bag, her heart thumping like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. "But Tatsuki! It's so romantic!"
Tatsuki shook her head. "That's not romantic! There's nothing romantic about that kind of stuff! That's just BDSM! BDSM isn't about love at all. It's just a bunch of perverts getting off on hitting each other! I'd expect Chizuru to be interested in that sort of stuff but not you!"
Looking down, ashamed at being caught reading 50 Shades. "I'm sorry…." She looked over to where Ichigo, Keigo and Chad sat, eating their lunches. She could see the happy look on Ichigo's face and it made her smile. Seeing Ichigo happy made her happy. She wondered what changed him. Before, after losing his powers Ichigo had been in a slump, not bothering to talk to any of his friends. It hurt Orihime to watch him suffer, unable to find anything to say that would lift his spirits.
She did notice how friendly he had become with the new student Ochiru. She had first suspected a secret romance between them after she watched her lead a solemn Ichigo by the hand out of the school but seeing her flirt with several of the football players put those suspicions to bed. Ichigo had much better standards than to date a slut.
Still, as she headed back to class she began to wonder about BDSM. Was it really just people wailing on each other? In 50 Shades, she read how it brought so much pleasure to the protagonist that it made her curious. As she sat in class, her curiosity began to grow and grow until finally she made up her mind.
She had to know.
After School….
Karakura High Computer Lab
Orihime POV
Quietly, Orihime walked into the computer lab, hoping nobody was around. Sighing in relief, she walked into the empty room and slid into a chair, turning on one of the computer monitors. Going into a search engine, she typed in several keywords: BDSM and Karakura Town.
She came upon a single hit that came with an address: A BDSM club right here in Karakura Town.
Madame Dominista's Rough House….
Madame Dominista POV
Madame Dominista sighed as she sat on her couch, putting down her book. "How droll… this house should be filled with the sounds of a whip being cracked or the sounds of a woman groaning in ecstasy… this silence is almost too much," the dark-skinned woman groaned as she looked around at her empty club. Even more so, she'd been hoping that one of her boy-toys would come in so she could scratch her itch but so far nobody had shown up at all. "How dull… what's a BDSM club without any playmates?"
Her answer came as the door finally opened, filling the dark room with light. Closing her eyes, she waited for the door to close before opening them again, her vison accustomed to dark environments. "Oh? And who have we here?"
In walked a girl she'd never seen before. The girl looked like she'd just gotten out of school, still in her high school uniform. Surprisingly enough, she had hair as orange as Ichigo's, if only a little darker, with deep hazel eyes that squinted in the darkness. Madame Dominista looked the girl up and down. The little girl certainly had a body that many would kill to have. Even through her school uniform she could see the girl's assets, her curvy legs and her adorable face.
Getting up off the couch, Madame Dominista walked over to the girl. "Hello, my darling. And who might you be?"
Her eyes becoming adjusted to the sudden darkness, Orihime stared at the beautiful woman. "Um… My name's Orihime Inoue, ma'am. It's nice to meet you," she said with a courteous bow.
Madame Dominista placed a hand on her own chest. "Oh, where are my manners, my dear. You may call me Madame Dominista. I own this club. Tell me," her eyes sharpened as she stared at the girl. "You do know what this place is?"
"Yes ma'am. I found it on the internet," Orihime replied, feeling a little intimidated by the woman's gaze.
"I see…" Madame Dominista said as she walked around the girl, appraising her. "Orihime, are you sure you should be here?" she asked concerned once she gave the girl a go-around. "This is a place of lust, not love. You look like more of a girl who's waiting for her knight in shining armor, not someone who's willing to put on the black armor herself."
Orihime shook her head. "Oh no! I mean…" she bit her lip as she struggled to find the words. "I'm just curious about BDSM, that's all. I…I don't know why, but it every time I think about it I get all heated and tingly."
Raising an eyebrow, Madame Dominista thought it over. 'I really shouldn't. She looks as fragile as chalk. If a woman's not made of sterner stuff, she'll break like cheap glass. I don't think she understands what she is really asking. But…" her lips formed a seductive smile. 'Then again… it's been so long since I had a Doll to play with. Ochiru and the others prefer the boys rather than play with me, so maybe I can scratch my itch this way. Besides, most of the boys might go too far with her.' Having a new plan in mind, Madame Dominista walked around the girl once more, giving her another appraisal. 'Yes… I can see it now. She'll make a lovely Doll. All she needs is a little training and she'll beg for me each and every day….' "Orihime?"
"Yes?"
Madame Dominista walked over to her counter, digging into one of the drawers. "I have a proposition for you." She turned to the orangette and smiled. "There's nobody here in my club besides myself at the moment to show you the essence of BDSM, so I will play with you, if you agree to my terms."
Orihime blinked, feeling her stomach knot up in trepidation; or maybe anticipation, it's hard to discern one from the other….
"Yes… here we are!" In Madame Dominista's hand she pulled out a contract. "This is a contract that I give to all my partners. Can't be too careful with legal technicalities, of course," she said with a sly smirk. "If you're truly interested in our world, then sign this and you'll become my Doll."
"Doll?" asked Orihime confused.
"Why yes, my dear," Madame Dominista leaned forward and ran a hand through Orihime's orange hair. "I don't have partners in my house, Orihime. I have Dolls: girls who I play with at my leisure. Sometimes I make a toy out of one of the boys but what revs my engine is a Doll that I play with. If you agree to be my Doll, then I must ask that you return here each day for a week, so that you finish my training."
"Training?" Orihime started to sweat, feeling a little scared now.
"But of course, my darling." Madame Dominista put her hands on Orihime's shoulders, rubbing them softly and making Orihime blush. "Normally, I'd start you off on the top floor in the Pink Room, but I'm afraid that one of the boys or girls might hurt you. Forgive my bluntness, but you look as fragile as an ice sculpture. If you'll let me, I can train you to be the perfect Doll. Don't you worry," she said, caressing Orihime's cheek to dissuade her fear. "I'll be very gentle today. Now then…" she put the contract into Orihime's hands. "What's your decision?"
Orihime stared down at the contract in her hands and read it. Thankfully for her, it wasn't anything that would come back to bite her later. It was just a simple disclaimer that said that Madame Dominista was not liable for any serious damage as well as a small list of rules and guidelines for her Dolls. Knowing that she was at the edge of the unknown, Orihime decided that there was no going back. "I'll sign."
"Splendid! It's been so long since I had a Doll to play with!" Madame Dominista said merrily as she handed Orihime a pen, who signed the contract. "Well done, Orihime." She reached into the drawer and pulled out a black antique key. "Come this way; we'll go the Black Room."
"B…black room?" asked a shaking Orihime, who followed the woman down the stairs into the basement.
"Why yes, my Doll. In my house, there are several rooms that introduces you the different types of plays in BDSM. I'd normally start new playmates off in the Pink Room, since you're very pink on the inside, but for your training we'll be using my special rooms in the basement."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Orihime found herself in front of an intimidating black door with the words Black Room written in gothic print. Madame Dominista unlocked the door and stepped inside, Orihime following suit.
She found herself in a long corridor, doors on either side. "Through here," Madame Dominista said as she walked to the last door on the left. Stepping into the room, Orihime saw a darkened bedroom, with a king-sized bed with black silk sheets. The chill in the room made Orihime shiver, her nerves on edge from what she was about to do. She heard the door close and turned around, seeing Madame Dominista smile seductively at her. "Here we are, darling. Now if you'll please strip?" the ebony-skinned woman requested.
"Um…ok…." Orihime wasn't a fool. She knew that she couldn't remain clothed during BDSM but she was still a little nervous about undressing before a woman she'd just met. Taking a deep breath, Orihime began to take off her clothes.
Madame Dominista licked her lips as she looked at the young lady in all her glory. 'Ohhhh I am going to have such fun with my new doll.' Taking hold of Orihime's hand, she guided her over to the bed. "Orihime, please sit."
Nodding, Orihime sat down on the bed. She shivered from the cold room but…she felt a weird thrill in what she was doing. "So what next, Madame Dominista?"
The woman frowned at the orangette before reaching for the ties to her dress. "Orihime, a few starting rules:
First and foremost: You will address me from now on as Mistress. No exceptions. If you call me anything else, you'll be punished.
Second: You will not speak until spoken to. If you don't, you'll be punished.
Third: From here on out you will be referred to as Doll. You are my Doll and you will not have any other partners in my house unless I give you permission. If you play with anyone else, you will be punished.
Lastly: I want you to think of a safety word. A word that I know you'll say when you need me to stop."
Orihime sat there and thought about before coming up with the first thing that sprang to mind. "Um…Sora?"
Madame Dominista nodded as she finished untying her dress. Orihime blushed as her body became bare. The dark-skinned woman looked like she'd been carved from stone by the world's most skill craftsman. Walking over to a drawer, Madame Dominista pulled out a paddle.
"Now then, Doll. Let's begin your training….
To Be Continued….
