Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hers (S.M.) Not mine. I get that. But really, the only similarities are that of a vampire with the name Edward.
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Chapter Eight
I follow the directions that I got from the internet and they lead me into the industrial park. This can't be right? I turn down the last street to my end destination and I don't see any neon lights. No music that I can hear. I look over all the buildings and there is no sign announcing the Hot Box. I check the address on my phone again. This is the right street, but I don't see any numbered building matching the address. I pull up in front of an auto parts manufacturer, and park. The building has the number on it that should be after the one I am looking for.
I walk towards the building next door and I am ten feet away before my ears pick up music. There are only a few cars parked out front and the place looks deserted. I am suddenly nervous because all I could find on the internet was an address. I have no idea what kind of place this is. I look down at myself; black jeans, white long sleeve button up shirt and black Timberlands. Fuck it.
I decide to go into the solitary door in the front of the cinderblock building. As the door closes, I am hit with the smell of clove cigarettes and stale sweat.
Down a long corridor there is a man behind a desk, and I approach him.
"Can I help you?" he asks with a half assed smile.
"I'm looking for the Hot Box," I answer.
"I'm sure you are, pretty boy. I'm also sure I've no idea what you're talking about." His tone alone tells me I am in the right place.
"Let's not play games, sir. I know this is the place. You know this is the place. What seems to be the problem?" I lean towards him and flash him my teeth.
"You're a smart one, yeah? Members only." He crosses his arms over his chest.
I hear the door behind me, but I don't turn from the man. Instead I slip my wallet out. He chuckles and shakes his head. I pull my trusty black card from its sleeve and snap it on the desk.
"Money can't buy you everything. Even that kind of money." He slides the card back at me. I pick it up and cram it into my back pocket.
I hear steps behind me, and he suddenly sits straighter. "Mistress," he says and bows his head. I spin around and see Izzy walking calmly towards me. She is carrying a slick black walking cane, with a silver tip. The blonde is gone from her hair and it is pulled back into a high, tight ponytail that hangs down her back. The rest of her is covered with a long leather duster.
When she is within reach, she grabs my sleeve roughly.
"He is with me." She sneers.
I let her shove me towards the door. "Open it for your mistress," she growls, and I do. She stops in the doorway and looks at the man. "As you were, Jeffery."
When the door closes behind us she hisses at me. "Bow your fucking head. Don't look at anyone." I do as she says and she drags me to a table in the far back corner. "Sit!" She points to a heavy wooden chair. Again I do what she says.
I start to look at her. "Don't look at me. Keep your head down and listen to what I am about to tell you. I don't know how you figured this out. Alice assured me she didn't tell you, but since you're already here you're going to have to play along. Do you hear me?"
I am at once, curious. Probably too much for my own good. I have to know what the secret is and why it's got her so riled up.
I nod my bowed head.
"Now I am going to talk to you and you are not going to raise your eyes to me."
Her metal tipped boot stomps down on the seat of the chair, just barely missing my nuts, and she leans forward.
"This place is very important to me. I did not invite you here, because I doubt you're a big enough boy to handle this shit. If you have a fucking shred of moral you will not screw this up for me. This is where I make my money. The only private parties I book are here."
I try to peer up at her without shifting my head.
"Don't!" She hisses.
Now I am confused. She seems so angry. I need her to clarify. "I don't understand, Izzy."
"Let me explain it to you quickly, then. If you do not follow the rules here, if you do not do what I tell you, exactly when I tell you, I will lose the respect I have gained here. I will lose my clients like the dead dropping from an atomic bomb. Do you understand?"
"Yes. I'm sorry Izzy." I feel like a small child trying to avoid a beating. "Tell me what to do."
"First you will not call me Izzy. To you, I am Mistress, and that is all. Tonight you are going to be my new sub in training, and I will introduce you as such, should the need arise."
Holy Fuck, what have I gotten myself into.
"Second, you will not meet anyone's eyes. Should you not be able to control the urge to look around, and someone looks at you, you will drop your eyes and bow your head at once. If someone speaks to you, wait for me to say it's okay to reply before you answer them. You will address everyone, aside from myself, as Sir or Ma'am."
I stare down at the red carpet and I am terrified of what I might find here, now. Maybe I should have just stayed the fuck home.
"You will follow me, keeping an arms length between us. You will not touch me. And when it comes time to do my show, you will kneel in front of the platform, with your hands behind your back and bow your head." She takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. Her warm breath blows across my face. "Edward, I'm sorry you are reduced to this, but I really don't see any other way."
"I'm sorry too. Not that I came, but that you are so upset by it."
"I'm not upset, per say. Just a little on edge. Think of it as a game where you are my ultimate prop. Can you play along for tonight?" I can hear a smile in her voice.
"Yes," I pause and think it over before I add, "Mistress." A thrill runs through my body as I answer her this way. It's exciting and suddenly I want to play with her.
"Good. If you're a good boy maybe I will reward you later. See how that works?" She purrs.
I nod my head enthusiastically.
"Alright, when you're ready to flip your submissive switch, stand and we will begin." Her boot disappears and she steps back from me waiting for only a second before I stand, ready to play.
She turns on her heel and starts to walk away. I keep pace exactly an arms length away. After a few long strides, I dare to look around. Very quickly I understand why this place is private. I wonder what pound of flesh these people have offered to be a member?
The entire place is black and red. There are different levels with railings to keep people from falling off. Everyone is dressed in clothes that would not be looked upon kindly out in the world. These people are fucking freaks!
I sense Izzy stop in front of me, so I halt and look at the floor. "Mistress?" I ask, again feeling the thrill.
She turns around, "You're a quick study, but I didn't speak to you." Her voice is different. Commanding and cold. "Take my coat," she demands throwing the duster at me. "I'm going to sit. You may stand behind me and watch the show."
I drape her coat over my arm and move behind the seat she has chosen. It's a plush velvet thing, with a high back. It's positioned next to a small table and there is a matching chair on the other side.
I quickly take in our surroundings. She has chosen a seat directly in front of the small platform. It's empty aside from the large wooden chair in the center. The ceiling is high and has bars and chains hanging from it.
Sweet Jesus, what the fuck is that for?
I don't spend much more time looking around, before I bow my head to stare at Izzy's hair. She had the right idea when she said to keep my head down.
A figure in full latex, crosses in front of her on all fours. A man walks behind holding a chain that is connected to the collar. He jerks the chain and says, "Halt," at the same time. The latex creature stops, and is perfectly still. "Heel," the man says. As the figure turns to go to his owner's heel, I can see that it's a man. He stops at the other man's heel and sits back on his haunches.
The man who is standing greets her, "Mistress Izzy. Delighted you could join us."
"I'm pleased to be here of course," she purrs at him.
He jerks the chain again, "Greet the Mistress!" He barks. The man in latex pops back to all fours and leans down. I watch in near horror as his tongue darts out quickly and, starting at the metal tip, licks the length of her boot stopping at her knee. He bows his head there.
Izzy reaches out her hand and pets his head. "Nice to see you too Embry." She sounds as though she is greeting a dog. He smiles widely but does not look up at her. Then he steps back and waits on all fours.
The man who is standing bends towards Izzy and kisses one cheek and then the other, before commanding, "Come," and the pair walk off.
A small beautiful woman wearing red leather makes her way towards us. She looks at Izzy, smiles and bows her head. "Mistress," she greets Izzy, and falls to her knees on the floor.
What is it with these people and being on the floor?
Izzy regards her coolly for a moment, and then says, "Stephanie."
The girl leans forward a hair, "Forgive me ma'am, for speaking out of turn, but your early arrival is a pleasant surprise."
"I'm sure it is. Be a dear and fetch my case." Izzy hands her a set of keys.
The girl hurries to her feet and, as fast as she can walk, she disappears.
Izzy hooks a finger behind her so I bend and give her my ear. "She is one of my submissives here. Please don't let what I do to her alarm you," she whispers, "She enjoys it thoroughly. Trust me."
A moment later the girl returns, and gently sets a silver case on the table, before dropping again at Izzy's feet offering her the keys. Izzy takes them and slides a small one into the lock on the case. I hear the click, and then Izzy says, "Have you been behaving yourself Stephanie?"
The small girl at her feet nods once.
"Are you eager for my attention this evening?"
Stephanie smiles and nods again.
Izzy pops the latches on the case and lifts the lid. I peer into the case with a sideways glance. I can't discern what any of the contents are. She lifts out a large rubber ball with leather straps, "Come forward," she says. I am unsure if she is talking to me or Stephanie. I start to lean down slowly but immediately Stephanie is standing tall on her knees. She tilts her chin up a fraction and opens her mouth.
Izzy licks the ball and then slides it into Stephanie's open mouth. At once the girl bows her head and Izzy slides the buckle into place. I am unable to look away as Izzy tenderly releases the girl's hair from where it is pinned between her cheek and the strap and tucks it behind her ear. "There you are darling," she purrs. Her voice is warm and loving. "Is that better now?"
Stephanie looks like a circus freak as she nods her head with the ball protruding from her mouth.
"Stand and turn child," Izzy purrs again. Stephanie does as she is told and, as she does, I can see her as a child. Small and powerless. I wonder why she is this way and think there must be something disturbing in her past to make her behave in such a fashion. What is in Izzy's past that makes her so in need of this kind of control?
Stephanie's hands come swiftly behind her back, and Izzy is quick to slide leather straps over them. She pulls one cord and instantly the girl is bound by the wrists.
"Look at me now Stephanie." The girl turns and tentatively looks at Izzy.
"Good?" she asks. The girl nods again. Izzy gives a quick hand motion and the girl is once again on her knees at Izzy's feet.
Izzy reaches out and pinches the girl's nipple, eliciting a small squeak.
"Good girl," Izzy says and caresses the girl's nose before leaning back into the velvet again.