Hotel California
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!"
CHAPTER 6: THE CAT AND THE WHIP
That was the best sleep they'd had in a long time, their bodies felt refreshed. Any lingering tenderness or soreness from the night before was mostly gone. This morning was just for Chloe and Beca. They sat at the kitchen table across from each other. They'd ordered a spread of their favorite breakfast foods: scrambled eggs, bacon, and heavenly fluffy pancakes. As was their routine, black coffee for Beca, raspberry tea for Chloe. They'd opted for water instead of the traditional Sunday mimosas, their pink champagne would wait. Right now, their bodies clamored for hydration and carbs. And they were relieved to have some quality time alone.
Stacie had messaged Chloe earlier that she had to head back to the hospital but she might catch them later in the evening. Aubrey texted her as well about needing to take the morning to catch up on work but that she was sending a surprise for them. Beca remembered the conversation she had with Aubrey the night before about getting Chloe a Kitty outfit but said nothing. She wanted to see Chloe's surprised expression.
As Beca took a sip of her coffee images from the night before flooded her mind. Chloe riding the pup, her back arching with pleasure, but more importantly the sheer bliss behind her smile. Beca loved seeing that smile. She scoffed as she remembered how overwhelming it had all seemed at one point. Last night marked a new beginning. Beca absentmindedly spread some butter on a piece of toast and bit into it.
Chloe smiled mischievously. "So," she started. "Since we have the morning all to ourselves, I guess now would be the perfect time to tie me to the swing and fuck me."
Beca choked on her toast and Chloe almost fell backward laughing. "Dude what the hell!" Beca coughed as she scrambled to grab her water glass.
"Sorry, sorry, I totally did that on purpose! I couldn't help it. You look so cute all flustered!" Chloe teased while laughing.
Beca took a long drink of water to compose herself. "Seriously though aren't you tired? And umm tender?" She discretely gestured downward with her eyes.
"I mean a little but when in Rome, right?" Chloe's right eyebrow arched.
"True. I guess it's just been a lot, not that I'm complaining, mind you, but in the last 48 hours we've sunbathed naked, something I never thought I'd do. Then we had sex in public while Aubrey watched, also something I seriously never imagined I'd do. And last night -" Beca looked around "well you know what happened last night."
Chloe grinned at Beca's bewildered expression "When you put it that way, yeah it's been a bit of a ride. Fun though, right?" Chloe asked, the need for reassurance in her eyes.
"Oh a hundred percent for sure, I mean I was super anxious at first but I'm kinda fine with it now but you know still, it's a lot."
"If you want, we can take it easy tonight, maybe we can have a chill-in night and catch up on some Netflix?" Chloe offered.
"I would love that, but-" Beca took a deep breath and continued, "I might regret this later but it's like you said when in Rome right?
"Are you sure Becs?"
"I'm sure, though I reserve the right to change my mind later, cool?"
"Oh totes, babe." Chloe squeezed her hand reassuringly.
"Since we're on the subject, is there anything else you'd like to explore? You wanna use the swing you said?" Beca took another bite of her toast.
Chloe looked up while pressing her finger to her lips. Then she had a sip of tea. Beca raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Are you seriously waiting for me to take another bite of my toast to tell me?"
Chloe laughed again. "I totally was, sorry I-"
"Just lay it on me Chlo," Beca cut in, dropping the toast on her plate. Not worth the risk I guess.
Chloe blushed and distractedly poked at her tea mug with her. There was something else she was curious to try but it made her feel self-conscious. She took a deep breath and said, "OK, well maybe not the swing right now but there is something else."
"What is it?"
"You promise not to judge?"
Chloe's uncharacteristic timidness surprised Beca and she placed her coffee mug down. "Dude, of course not, I would never."
"You know, how sometimes when we're making out, and umm it's getting hot and heavy, and you kinda smack my butt?" Chloe bit her lip.
Beca's serious expression shifted into a smirk. "You mean when I spank you Chlo?" She was enjoying being the one doing the teasing for once.
Chloe blushed and nodded. "Yes, when you – spank me, Becs."
Beca broke into a small laugh. "Dude, why are you being all weird all of a sudden?"
Chloe's eyes narrowed into a glare. "This is new to me, OK? I don't think I've ever told anyone this stuff before. Don't make fun!"
Beca's eyes widened, instantly regretting her choice of words. "OK, you're right, I'm sorry Chlo. I didn't - So you want me to-"
"Beca, I want you to like really spank me," Chloe was dead serious and the intensity behind her pale blue eyes made Beca squirm.
Beca took a second to process Chloe's request. Her eyes widened. "Oh- oh! Really?"
No turning back now, Chloe sighed. She knew full well that the point of no return had long passed, and she hurriedly added, "Yes, I want you to like spank me and maybe tie me up?"
Chloe wasn't sure where this new desire came from, maybe it had always been there. She was never one to squirm away from pain or discomfort either. As a dancer, she was well acquainted with the pain associated with strenuous dancing for hours on end. They all were, but Chloe never really minded, in fact, the soreness made her feel a sense of accomplishment. There was something that she knew for certain though, whenever Beca did spank her when they were making out, it turned her on. She'd yelp excitedly and whisper in Beca's ear, "Harder." Just thinking about it now, she could feel her face getting flushed. What better place than here? What better time than now? Chloe thought.
Jesus Christ, thought Beca. "So let me get this straight, you want me to tie you up, and spank you? OK, let me just wrap my head around that one." Beca pressed her fingers to her temple.
Hotel California slowly opened another door for her and she felt the familiar twinge of fear and insecurity. Regardless, she would walk through it. She allowed herself to picture it. Chloe bound, her pale skin reddened by strikes, and in Beca's hand a paddle or a whip.
Beca looked up at an expectant Chloe. Chloe was staring at her intently, her lips slightly parted, slowly forming a smile, a blush across her cheeks. Beca recognized that look all too well. Beca was tempted but she was also hungry. "I'm definitely down to try – that. But can we finish eating first?"
Just as Chloe was about to respond there was a sudden knock at their door. They looked towards the sound and then at each other.
"Aren't we supposed to be alone this morning?" Beca asked, her whole body tensing with alarm.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Check with Aubrey?"
"Way ahead of you," Beca said as she called Aubrey.
Aubrey picked up almost immediately. "Morning, Beca."
"Hey Aubrey, are we alone here today? There's someone knocking on our door."
"That's strange. Hold on, let me check the security cameras from my phone." After a second of silence, Aubrey continued, "OK yeah, I can see him. That's John, he's the surprise I mentioned. Remember what we were talking about last night?"
"It's certainly a surprise Aubrey, it scared the crap out of us."
"Oh I'm sorry about that, he's actually two hours early. Would you like me to tell him to wait or come back later?"
Beca sighed and looked at her barely touched plate of food. "No it's OK, he's already here, it's fine."
"Oh! Here, let me send you a picture of him, so you can see for yourself."
"Good idea," Beca said as she got up and headed toward the door. Chloe followed her with her concern in her eyes. Beca explained, "It's one of Aubrey's friends, I guess. He's the surprise she mentioned."
Chloe blinked in response. She remembered Aubrey mentioning something in her last text but didn't think it'd be this soon. She shrugged and smiled. "Cool, I love surprises."
Beca looked through the peephole and confirmed that it was the man in the picture. "Who is it?" Beca asked loudly through the door.
"Hi! I'm John, Mistress Aubrey sent me!" Beca watched the man wave through the peephole.
"Yeah it's him," Beca said into the phone. "I was just making sure."
"Good! Let me know how it goes," Aubrey replied.
"Alright, thanks, Aubrey! We'll see you later then." Beca hung up and gave Chloe a thumbs up. Beca received a final text message from Aubrey, which read "Give him a chance you'll love him! Trust me." I doubt that, Beca thought as she switched off the phone.
Beca looked at Chloe who smiled patiently. Beca rolled her eyes and opened the door to meet the newcomer.
John was a big man. At 6'3 he towered over the two girls. He wore a black bowling shirt with a bright blue stripe down the middle, black cargo shorts and Timberland boots. He had medium-length black hair laced with silvery gray and a well-trimmed beard. His forearms were broad and hairy. He was a bear in every sense of the word. He also had a very kind smile. Behind him there were multiple pieces of luggage and a rolling wardrobe. "Hi again!" said the big man.
As always when it came to meeting new people Chloe turned on the charm and took the lead. "Hi there! I'm Chloe and this is my bae Beca, our pronouns are she/her."
Beca very slowly turned her head to an unbothered Chloe. Bae? Really Chlo?
"Awesome! I'm so happy to meet you! I'm John, my pronouns are he/him. My friends call me Big John!" He offered his hand and Chloe promptly shook it.
"OK Big John! It's nice to meet you!" Chloe beamed.
Beca allowed John to shake her hand, but she had her guard up and her stare was icy. Big John picked up on her animosity and smiled a little nervously before turning back to Chloe.
"Wow, so you're the famous Chloe?" Big John gushed over the redhead.
"Oh, Aubrey's mentioned me before?" Chloe asked.
"Sure she has, and my husband had nothing but nice things to say about you as well."
"Y-your husband?" Chloe stammered, trying to connect the dots.
"Yeah, you met him last night. Rather intimately I might say," he added with a wink, his smile unwavering.
"Oh!" Chloe's eyes widened with surprise. "The puppy? Robert?"
"That's my boy," Big John said with pride.
Beca's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was very new, very awkward, and very uncomfortable for Beca. She wasn't sure how to process it. So she just froze while Chloe continued like it was the most casual of conversations. How does she do it? Beca wondered.
"He's a very good boy!" Chloe said in earnest with a bright smile.
"That he is. Thank you for taking such good care of him last night." John smiled and scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, it was totally my pleasure."
"That's what I heard!" Big John quipped. Chloe laughed while Beca facepalmed and wished quicksand would swallow her whole.
"Mind if I come in? I have a lot of stuff out here," he said gesturing to the luggage behind him.
"Oh, of course, please come in." Chloe moved aside and let the man wheel in several carry-on sized pieces of luggage and the rolling wardrobe.
"Alrighty, where should I set up?" he asked looking around.
"By the walk-in closet should work," Chloe said as she pointed to the open closet by the bathroom. Beca dropped onto the couch, pulled out her phone, and absentmindedly played with it. Her food had gone cold and she was hungry and it was making her crabby.
John organized his luggage and started to unzip the rolling wardrobe. Once he was done organizing everything the way he liked it, he clapped his hands and said, "Let me start off by apologizing. Mistress Aubrey commissioned a full custom outfit at midnight which didn't really give me a lot of time to prepare, but not to worry I have some really great pieces here that are just your size, Chloe. And all of my gear is easy to customize."
"Oh, neat!" Chloe responded excitedly. She loved presents. And now she knew that she really loved kinky presents.
"So John are you-um part of Aubrey's..." Beca started to ask if he was part of Aubrey's harem? Litter? Stable? Whatever, she thought. She was never great with terminology.
"Oh no darling, I'm 100% not interested in her goodies, though talent recognizes talent," he said with a wink. "She's a very good friend and I just so happen to be the best custom BDSM gear-maker around." The man smiled with his entire face, he was a walking smiley face emoji, so sincere and warm, it reminded Beca of Chloe a little. That was it! Chloe and Big John had matching energies, both were the kind of genuine and true to themselves type of people who had no issues with taking life in stride. Beca's pursed lips slowly turned to a soft smile. I hate when Aubrey is right. Beca found herself warming up to the gentle giant.
"But your husband is?" Chloe dared to ask.
"Sure!"
"Oh," Beca said, there was some slight confusion there. No judgment, just confusion.
"Oh darling, we have an open marriage. To us, that's just our typical Saturday. Hell, I would have loved to drop by and introduce myself personally but I own the biggest BDSM scene club this side of the Mojave and we were really busy last night."
"They have BDSM night clubs?" Chloe asked slowly as she turned to Beca who tried her hardest to smile and not roll her eyes. Oh God, Beca thought. Clubs were OK her but they weren't undergrads anymore, she quite enjoyed going to bed at a reasonable hour.
"Oh yeah, and I don't wanna toot my own horn but mine is the best around. We're famous for our theme nights. You guys should come for Halloween, we're going all out this year! I'm calling it Carnival of the Bizarre. Should be a lot of fun!"
"That sounds like a fun kinky night!" Chloe said.
"It certainly sounds like something." Carnival of the Bizarre sounds overwhelming, Beca thought.
"You and I both know that you'll complain about it and then I'll drag you and you always end up having a blast." Chloe stuck her tongue out at Beca.
Beca laughed in response, she was right after all.
John laughed out loud. "You guys are a cute couple!"
Beca was a little embarrassed because for a second she completely forgot that they weren't alone. Chloe wasn't phased at all.
"Chloe, so I already have all of your measurements. Mistress Aubrey mentioned that they're the same as when you guys were in college. Kudos!"
Chloe beamed and laughed. She liked pretty much everyone but right now she really liked John.
Kudos indeed. Beca agreed with John for once. With how hard Chloe worked out Beca was sure that if the Avengers ever needed an extra hand, Chloe could fit the bill easily.
Big John continued. "So I have some ideas and some outfits picked out but don't worry because my gear can be mixed and matched." He turned his attention to Chloe. "She mentioned you wanted to try your hand at being a Kitty?"
"Oh yes!" It was hard for Chloe to contain her excitement, something about the pup's outfit had called to her. And after all, every performer needs a fitting outfit.
"Should I be here for this?" Beca asked as she fidgeted.
"Only if you want to, sweetie. Sometimes owners like to tailor their pet's outfits to their preferences, especially if it's part of their Total Power Exchange dynamic but others prefer the surprise."
Beca's eyes widened when she was referred to as the owner.
Chloe chuckled and playfully nudged Beca with her hip. "I'm your pet!" she teased and added a soft meow. Beca blushed furiously.
"OK! I, uh, I think I prefer the surprise!" Beca said as she slowly backed away "Babe I'll just be- with-" she gestured to her phone and almost fell against one of the chairs as she escaped.
Beca sat at one of the tables by the pool. She distractedly played with her phone but her mind was elsewhere. She recalled laying naked in that chaise lounge next to her girlfriend over there and then having an earth-shattering orgasm right there by that spot in the pool. She took a deep breath trying to settle herself. She remembered their previous conversation. Chloe wanted to be spanked and hard by the sounds of it.
Beca decided to google how to use whips for spanking. Whips, that's a thing, right? How hard can it be? In retrospect, it was lucky that Big John showed up when he did because knowing Chloe she was minutes away from pouncing her. This gave Beca some time to do research, she wanted them to be safe and effective. Effective at spanking? This is surprisingly complicated. OK, Google – work your magic.
She typed whips in the search bar and the first links were for dressage whips but Chloe's not a horse. She shook her head and kept looking. What the hell is the difference between a stockwhip and a bullwhip? Then she came across the kind of bullwhip that she was sure they used on Jesus.
"Maybe not a fucking bullwhip," Beca mumbled.
"Research?" A voice came behind her.
Beca jumped and in a frantic panic tried to stash her phone, and immediately dropped it. "Jesus Aubrey you almost gave me a heart attack." Beca retrieved the phone from the floor, the bullwhip still on the screen.
Aubrey stifled a giggle. "I'm sorry, Beca, I didn't mean to startle you." Aubrey was wearing a black high-waist pencil skirt with a white blouse, and simple black heels. She was wearing glasses and her hair was done up in a neat and professional bun.
"Sure you didn't. But yeah, I'm just uh- yeah, doing research." Beca mussed her hair in frustration.
Aubrey cocked her eyebrow and pointed at the bullwhip on her phone. "So I see."
Beca looked at the phone and awkwardly clicked it off and turned it over. "Anyway, what are you doing here Aubrey? Thought you were busy this morning."
"Yes, but I usually have my lunch around this time," Aubrey answered, pointing at her black lunch bag. "Mind if I join you?"
"Yeah, no of course," Beca stammered as she pointed at the empty seat across from her. "Is it seriously lunchtime already?" Beca's stomach grumbled at the mention of food. Aubrey noticed.
"No breakfast?" Aubrey asked as she started to sit down and opened her lunch bag.
"Yeah, well blame your pal back there for that one." Beca gestured in the direction of her villa.
"I'm so sorry about that Beca, he really wasn't supposed to be here so early."
"It's fine, Chloe was super excited about it so it's cool."
"That's a relief at least. Here, why don't we share." Aubrey pulled out a small container with long delicate cookies and offered one to Beca.
Beca didn't even hesitate, grabbing the cookie and taking a bite. Beca groaned with delight as the buttery, soft cookie melted on her tongue. "Oh my god, what are these?"
"Madeleines," Aubrey responded with a bright and proud smile. She managed to sneak some out for herself before giving the rest to Stacie.
"Madeleines, wow, these are better than sex. Well, I um-"
"I got what you meant, Beca. It's OK." At least I think it's OK. I can't tell if she just insulted my baking or my… other skills. "Do you want half my sandwich? It's sustainable tuna." Aubrey playfully waved half of her sandwich. Beca took it and softly said, "Thanks Aubrey."
"You are very welcome," Aubrey said and she bit into her own half of the sandwich.
They sat in silence and ate. Beca wasn't a big fan of tuna usually but this sandwich was perfect. She must have been starving.
A gust of wind brought with it the earthy aroma of the Mojave and their hair gently waved. Beca tucked her hair behind her ear unconsciously closed her eyes, and let her senses enjoy the moment. The breeze was warm and gentle. It smelled of minerals and the ancient wood from the Joshua Trees in the distance. She felt a bit more relaxed and smiled.
"I uh I haven't told you but you did a great job with this place, it's really – nice."
"It is isn't it?" Aubrey turned to take in the place. She was so proud of it. It had taken a lot of work to turn this derelict Motel 6 into Hotel California, a haven of safe kink exploration in the middle of nowhere. Aubrey exhaled contently and said. "Thank you, Beca. I'm glad you like it."
Beca smiled. After a while of peaceful silent eating, Beca's mind spun its wheels. She was still at a loss about this spanking. If there was anyone that could help her, that she could truly trust with this stuff, it was Aubrey. Beca was never really big into asking for help, and after that night asking Aubrey for help felt awkward. But she decided to risk it. It had certainly been a weekend for risks.
Beca turned to face Aubrey. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Always."
"You ever find this kink stuff overwhelming?" Beca asked.
"Oh, all the time. Especially at first, but it gets easier and more fun…" Aubrey had a glint in her eye.
"Does it? Because Chloe mentioned wanting to be really spanked. I get the impression that she wants me to use some of those whips and stuff from the box. And the last thing I want is to recreate the Passion of the Christ here." Beca rubbed her eyes and grimaced at the memory of the Mel Gibson movie her ex forced her to watch back in college.
"Jesse?" Aubrey asked knowing full well the answer.
"Bingo! That soundtrack was so not worth the trauma." Beca shook her head.
"Been there," Aubrey groaned and they shared a laugh. Aubrey had been married to Jesse and was well acquainted with his obsession with movies and their soundtracks. It was an endearing trait but she fiercely hated that particular movie. But she'd had her vengeance. After all, Jesse was her first slave. She remembered the first time she held her personal custom whip. When she used it, the way it snapped and cracked had been terrifying and powerful.
"OK, let me just catch my breath. So what you are talking about is called Impact Play," Aubrey said.
"Impact play?" Great, more terminology to forget.
"Um." Aubrey had a hard time concealing her excitement, she had work to do but this opportunity was very difficult to pass up. She wanted to teach Beca all about Impact Play. She tightened her lips to contain her smile and asked, "Do you -want me to show you? We can go to the dungeon if you want."
And there's that word again, Beca thought. Dungeon. It wasn't exactly an inviting word, dungeon. Not at all. Sure, she'd been opening doors left and right since she got to Hotel California but an actual dungeon? What would she find there? She'd be alone with Aubrey, wouldn't she? Her mind flooded with memories of their night together, she could tell that Aubrey had fought against her nature to take control, and it was for her sake. Would she be strong enough? Beca wondered, would she be able to hold Aubrey back, or even hold herself back? In Aubrey's own turf? That just spells trouble, Beca figured. The fun kind, but trouble nonetheless.
Would it be so bad? The image of Aubrey in her Domme outfit popped into her mind. She remembered how the bustier felt to the touch, grainy yet smooth, and strangely no matter how hot she got, the leather felt cool. She remembered how rich the leather smelled and how the scent lingered. But what she remembered the most was how it tasted as she ran her tongue over it. Bitter and a bit salty.
Get a grip Becaaa. Her heart fluttered at the memory. "I don't know if I'm there yet."
You've come a long way Beca. Aubrey's smile grew as her admiration for Beca did. She was pleasantly surprised by her openness and honesty. Beca also hadn't outright declined the offer, she simply stated her level of readiness. For Aubrey that was admirable. "Oh! Beca it's totally OK. We can just go in one of the rooms here, they're empty. I just think we could do with the privacy."
"Can I finish my sandwich first?"
Aubrey took Beca to one of the nearest empty suites. Once inside Aubrey unhooked the top button of her blouse, freeing her neck from his grasp. She then removed the clip that held her hair up. She shook her hair free and gently ran her fingers through her hair.
"What-what are you doing?" Beca asked bewildered.
The subtle adjustments somehow transformed Aubrey's entire demeanor from quiet, professional, and kind to something free, confident and wild. Beca gulped.
"Making myself comfortable, I was starting to feel… constricted." Aubrey winked. She took a deep breath, she felt free. She would have preferred to be wearing something black, shiny, and tight - either latex or leather - but in this weather and in the middle of the day, it simply wasn't feasible.
Yeah, the dungeon would have been a bad idea. "You good? Comfortable now?" Beca asked trying to lighten the mood.
"Very," Aubrey said as she moved towards the bed. This room while smaller than the villa shared the same amenities. Aubrey sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. Beca accepted the invitation.
"Where was I?" Aubrey asked.
"Impact play, I guess."
"Right, so Impact Play, it-it's basically hitting and getting hit, it can be with your hands, like an open palm or umm a fist-" To illustrate her point, she made a fist which made Beca lean back a little. "Or tools like a paddle, a flogger and, um whips. And of course, safety and consent always come first. And you have to be mindful about where you strike because there are certain areas one shouldn't hit like for example the kidneys and lower back."
"OK I can do spanking, that's what she wants," Beca let slip in her eagerness and blushed.
Aubrey smiled knowingly. "So for some folks spanking is like a gateway into harder impact play."
So either I or this place opened Pandora's Box. Chloe's box? No that sounds wrong. Beca shrugged.
Aubrey continued. "The important thing is not to rush it, folks can get a little too excited with it, and that can be a problem. That's why it's important to talk about safe words beforehand."
"OK, stay cool and use a safe word, check. What else?"
"It's relatively straightforward, don't start out as hard as you can. Build up to it, start light, while you adjust where you want to hit and how hard. Remember to take breaks and check in with each other. Some subs can cry and that's OK as long as you are checking in with each other. It can get really intense and not just for the sub but the Domme too. Does that make sense?" She knew that as far as an introduction to Impact Play goes, that was superficial at best.
"So gradually build up to it, take breaks, check in with each other, don't panic if she starts to cry. Check." Beca had done that before when she playfully spanked Chloe, it just seemed like the normal progression. She would start out gently sort of testing the waters, and the more Chloe got into it, the harder she spanked. Sometimes her own hand stung. It was kind of fun, though they mostly saved it for foreplay. "How do you know which of these things to use?" Beca asked while pointing at the bullwhips on her phone.
"Maybe let's not start with that kind of a whip," Aubrey said as she pushed Beca's phone away, then she looked up pensively. "I guess at home you could start with basic stuff like a wooden spoon or a belt."
"Dude, first of all, I cook with that spoon, and secondly a belt? Isn't that a bit harsh?" Beca snapped.
"Some people like harsh but I see your point. Oh! What about the stuff in the toy chest? All that stuff is for beginners." Aubrey got up and pulled out the toy chest. She rummaged inside until she found the tools she was looking for. She selected three striking tools and placed them next to her. There was a small leather paddle, a soft riding crop, and a flogger, which was like a whip but it had multiple strands made of very gentle light leather. As far as striking tools went, these were very soft and meant for amateurs.
Aubrey worried that she wasn't being thorough. Impact Play is complex and merits a more in-depth exploration, she wanted her girls to be safe. "You know what, why don't I give you a quick demonstration?"
"Wait like how?" Beca fidgeted.
Aubrey noticing the subtle shifts in Beca's body language corrected herself. "I just mean on the palm of your hands so you can get an idea of how it feels. If you don't want to that's OK too."
Beca closed her eyes and nodded. "OK, then yeah. I think that might be helpful."
"OK, then before we begin, I have to ask do you trust me?" Aubrey asked staring deep into Beca's eyes.
Without hesitating Beca responded, "I do."
"Good, now this is a good opportunity to negotiate."
"Negotiate, Aubrey? Really?"
"Yes, Beca, negotiate. You can talk about choosing a safe word, you can talk about which areas you can hit and not hit, or even how many hits."
"Oh, that kind of negotiation."
"Yep, you know your partner intimately, so take into consideration if she bruises easily, which areas do you wanna avoid. You can also talk about which tools you'll use and stuff like that."
"OK, yeah that makes sense."
"So for example, today I'm going to teach you about the paddle, the crop, and the flogger. I'm only going to hit you once in the palm of your hands, and if you need to stop, how about a basic red and green safe word system?"
"OK, so red stop and green go, sure, it's simple and easy to remember."
"Exactly! Just so you know, sharing this with you, it's really special to me," Aubrey said with a smile, as she briefly squeezed Beca's hand.
Beca blinked in response, her mind went back to that night, half-naked, her body limp and tired from a reality-shifting orgasm, her head resting on Aubrey's lap. She remembered Aubrey's words perfectly. "Um, thanks. Actually, that night, you said I pushed you out of your comfort zone when we were in the Barden Bellas?"
"Yes, you did."
"Was that a good thing?" Beca asked.
"I've thought about that a lot. The way I've made sense of it is that by you pushing me out of my comfort zone back in college I- I was able to grow into a version of myself that I- actually like." Aubrey paused and took a breath. "Do you know how powerful that is? To actually like yourself, for yourself." She chuckled.
Beca reflected on that. Ever since first coming to Hotel California, she had been constantly pushed outside of her comfort zone, and while it was scary it felt good. It felt really good. "I think I get it."
"I know." Aubrey smiled. "Now, give me your hand." Beca hesitated but complied. Aubrey grabbed her hand and turned it upwards, with the palm facing up. "So each toy has a specific use. The paddle is great for spanking the more fleshy bits. Ready?" When Beca nodded, Aubrey gently whacked her open palm. The blow had weight to it but hurt a lot less than she expected, maybe a bit stronger than a high five. What she could feel the most were the areas that were hit by the ridges in the paddle.
"How did it feel?" Aubrey asked, slightly concerned.
"Not bad, I thought it would hurt more, the little ridges stung a little but not too bad," Beca answered as she ran her fingers over her palm. Yeah, I can totally use this to spank Chloe.
"Exactly, be careful with the ridges, especially if you're going to strike the same area, that's how you get bruises. Now next, the riding crop, this is more for pinpoint accuracy and its purpose is to sting a little. Great for more sensitive areas. Ready?" Beca swallowed and nodded as Aubrey expertly struck the top of Beca's middle finger.
"Ow!" Beca recoiled, but it only stung for a second. "Oh wait, it's not so bad anymore."
"Right? The neat thing about the crop is that you can caress with it before each hit, kinda like this" Aubrey made gentle circles on Beca's palm with the riding crop before bringing it down, making Beca yelp. "See what I mean? You can also do it with the paddle but the crop is just a personal preference. Moving on. Last but not least we have the flogger."
Beca unconsciously pulled away at the sight of the multi-strand whip. It was black and the strands were about 12 inches in length.
"I know it looks scary, but here touch it," Aubrey said, offering Beca the flogger. "See? It's really soft. It looks scarier than it actually is, kinda like you." Aubrey booped Beca's nose with her free hand earning her a glare in response. Teaching one of her favorite subjects to her favorite rebel without a cause was starting to get to her.
Beca was about to make a snarky remark but as she touched the flogger she had to admit that Aubrey was right, the strands were soft, like suede. "That is soft."
"See? OK, both palms now, ready?" Beca nodded and complied. Aubrey flogged her open hands. The strands were indeed soft, there was a light sting to it but it was far less than the riding crop or the paddle. "Oh OK, yeah that wasn't so bad," Beca responded staring at her hands, they were starting to get red.
"The flogger is more about sensation, let me show you." When Beca opened both palms Aubrey spun the flogger's leather strands in a circling motion, gently striking Beca's palm with them over and over. It didn't exactly sting, it was more gentle. It was pleasant and gave her goosebumps. For a second Beca wondered how that would feel against her back or other areas.
Aubrey was starting to feel turned on. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. Her eyes met Beca's expectant steel-blue gaze. And here, in this room, sitting next to who she was sitting next to, holding what she was holding, Aubrey decided to shoot her shot for one last time. "Do you want me to um, really show you?"
Back in the Villa Beca was standing in front of a very excited John. He was holding a blanket over the door that led to the walking closet. "You ready Beca?" he asked with a bright smile on his face. He looked like a kid who had done something mischievous and was just dying to be found out.
Beca shifted a little uncomfortably from where she was standing and said "As ready as I'll ever be Big John."
The big man lowered the blanket to unveil Chloe wearing a provocative latex ensemble. The first thing Beca noticed was Chloe's endearingly big fuzzy cat ears on top of her head. Chloe had done her makeup to match the colors of the outfit, with bright pink eyeliner and white eye shadow but her lips were bright red. On her neck, there was a thick pink choker with a cat bell and a matching leash. Her body was adorned with multiple straps that latticed over each other; they hugged each well-defined contour. Each strap was white with pink and contrasted with her complexion perfectly. Her breasts were encased in the straps and they lifted, supported, and showcased. The straps also latticed over her torso and Beca could see the well-defined tummy. For bottoms, she wore very thick latex panties, the front portion was mesh and revealed just enough to entice. On her legs were long shiny white platform boots that reached her thighs. And as a final touch, on her hands, she wore long white fuzzy gloves that resembled cat paws.
"Holy fuck! Chloe?"
"Meow?" Chloe was already in the Pet Space and meowed in response, she adopted cat mannerisms perfectly. Chloe in complete devotion to her role, seductively crawled on all fours towards a paralyzed Beca. Her movements were fluid, graceful, and seductive. Her gaze smoldered with intensity. Holy fuck. Beca's breathing was becoming agitated.
"I take it we approve Mrs. Owner?" John asked.
"Get the fuck out, John." Beca's tone was cutting and deadly.
"Yep, OK totally cool," John said quickly while also trying to hold back his laughter. "Just one last quick thing, I left the final piece of the outfit on the bed, I figured you could help her put it on."
"Get out!" Beca yelled and John ran out of the room and locked the door behind him. He busted out laughing as soon as he made it outside. He'd done it again.
As soon as the door closed Chloe pounced. It wasn't gentle, it was the pounce of an apex predator. Thankfully Beca fell back on the single couch they had. Beca was too stunned to react when Chloe straddled her and pushed her back against the couch. Beneath her predatory gaze, Beca could only quiver and wait to be devoured.
Chloe cradled Beca's face, opened her mouth, and delicately traced a path from her chin to her forehead with her tongue. Beca closed her eyes, savoring the moment. She never would have imagined that it would feel this good to have your face licked like this. Chloe moved to a different area and continued to groom Beca, the ultimate expression of feline affection. Beca felt like she was melting, her face was warm with saliva, and something about it made her feel intoxicated and she panted. Then Chloe returned to face her, her tongue a silent invitation that Beca accepted by parting her lips. Chloe slowly lowered her tongue into Beca's welcoming mouth. Beca didn't move, she would do whatever the hell Chloe wanted. Their tongues danced intimately and as she pulled back a string of saliva remained connected. Beca felt it dropping into her open mouth, it was warm, and in a lust-filled haze, she swallowed. She might question her hygienic choices later but right now all she knew was that she wanted everything her girlfriend had to offer.
Any-damned-thing she wants and any-damned-thing I want.
Chloe bit her lower lip. That's hot. Chloe rubbed her face against Beca's neck and purred. Beca was screaming inside. You really will kill me one day Chlo damn. She needed to regain control. Her pet needed to be tamed.
Her eyes wandered until she found just what she needed and her hands wrapped around the loose leash and she gently pulled Chloe off. The gentle but sudden push of the leash caught Chloe by surprise and she whimpered in response, a mixture of confusion and slight disappointment. Noticing the need for reassurance Beca whispered. "Who's my good Kitty?"
"Meow," she responded with renewed confidence. Chloe was loving every second of this.
"Do you trust me?" Beca asked, Chloe tilted her head confused by the question and she nodded and meowed. Of course, I trust you Becs.
"My poor Kitty is missing her tail. Shall we fix that?"
Chloe's eyes grew wide with anticipation and she bit her lips and purred in consent. She'd been preparing for this. Beca gently lifted her Kitty off of her. Chloe went to stand up and Beca cocked her head and said in a very serious tone, "Kitties don't walk." She gently lowered the leash. Chloe resisted with a smirk. Beca smiled wickedly, she was starting to understand the appeal of Pet Play. She applied more pressure to the leash. The profound sense of control and power was alluring. Chloe playfully and reluctantly got on her knees. This was humiliating and exciting. Beca tried to lead her but Chloe didn't move.
If you want me to crawl you are going to have to make me.
Chloe on her knees resisted the gentle tug and acted aloof while she groomed herself. Beca gently jerked the leash and said in a more commanding tone, "Come on Kitty, or no milk for you." Beca hoped she sounded more confident than she felt, as she pulled harder at the leash.
That's right Beca, just like that. "Meow." Chloe complied.
Beca wondered if one could even lead a cat like this but decided not to overthink it. She remembered their previous conversation with Aubrey and decided to lead Chloe to the kitchen. Chloe was obedient and let herself be led. The pink choker dug into her neck and stung but it didn't really bother her. She's used to discomfort.
Beca poured a bowl and milk and placed it in front of Chloe. Then she sat on one of the kitchen stools and stared expectantly, her face turned scarlet as she gave her pet a devilish smirk. Chloe stared at the bowl and looked up, her head tilted and her eyes blinked slowly. She was being tested. How far are you willing to go Chloe?, was Beca's unspoken query.
All the way. She responded with eyes glazed over. Her meow was soft and docile and with a smile, the kitten lowered her head. Her back arched, and without breaking eye contact, Chloe licked the milk.
Fuck. Beca thought intoxicated by the sight. She felt a rush of desire that she struggled to contain, she was finally starting to understand Aubrey and why she did this. Watching her pet, committed to her role, gladly accepting the degrading task before her, was exhilarating.
The fun was just getting started.
Beca got up and knelt in front of Chloe, gently lifted her chin, and said, "Good Kitty," before kissing her with familiar intensity. As the kiss became heated, Beca's free hand grabbed a fistful of Chloe's hair, pulling her deeper. The suddenness of having her hair grabbed made Chloe involuntarily whimper. The intensity of the kiss swept her away and she drowned in it. When their lips parted, Chloe was left breathless, her lipstick smeared, and her gaze empty. It took her a second to get her bearings, she knew her girlfriend's kisses well, and this mind-melting kiss spoke of dirty deeds that needed doing.
"Bed," Beca commanded. Chloe could only stare in response still trying to catch her breath. Beca always made her pause and she liked it. Bed. Chloe breathlessly nodded as she purred. She was resisting her natural instinct to pounce. Right now, her owner called the shots and she would obey, for now at least. Cats aren't the most obedient of pets anyway. Chloe playfully wiggled her ass from side to side.
This was new in so many different ways Beca reflected. She'd never even had a pet growing up. She certainly had a pet now. She made a mental note to buy Aubrey the most expensive gift she could think of later. Chloe was staring, submission and impatience in her eyes.
"Good Kitty, let's go."
Beca made Chloe crawl towards the bed and then gestured for her to get on her lap. Chloe complied but in true cat nature, she took her sweet time about it. Beca looked up, she was trying hard not to laugh. Chloe was doing a hell of a job nailing the cat's mannerisms. How was it possible to be both intensely aroused and amused at the same time? Once Chloe settled over her lap Beca asked, "Did you prep for this Kitty?"
Beca caressed the slope of her back. Anal play was mostly Chloe's thing and they'd save it for special occasions and they'd always talk about it beforehand. Chloe meowed in confirmation and winked.
Beca examined the tail, it was white and fluffy, fitting for a kitten like Chloe. The plug was made of metal and close to 3 inches in length and 2 inches wide. Chloe was growing impatient and started to rub her face on Beca's shoulder and meowed.
Beca smiled at her kitten's eagerness as she trailed her arched back, slowly, with her nails. The gentle scratching seared and made Chloe purr. Beca's hand explored her ass, settling for a very firm grab it the well-defined curvature, she was inches from her opening. With one finger she expertly parted Chloe's underwear to the side. She gently teased with her finger, warming, and helping it relax. Her touch made Chloe's breath hitch and her blood roared in her ears as her body smoldered, she'd been craving this touch.
Beca grabbed the bottle of lube from the hidden compartment in the headboard placed a few drops on her fingers, and let it rest for a second, warming it with her body temperature. Beca very carefully inserted a well-lubed finger. It gave way and Chloe groaned, as her body collapsed onto the bed. Chloe had very much prepared for this as it didn't take long for Beca to be able to use two fingers comfortably. Chloe meant to meow, or purr but what escaped her were moans.
Beca grabbed the tail, and let her touch warm it. Before gently pressing it against her entrance. After a second of resistance, it went in smoothly, the warm-up had been effective and the plug felt cool and accommodating. Beca admired her handiwork. Chloe had her face buried in the pillows, her back arched and her ass high, her flexibility obvious. "It suits you Kitty." Chloe just purred roughly in response. She was in heaven right now. "Let's see how it looks come on Kitty." Beca gestured to the floor.
What? You want me to crawl with this in me?
Chloe looked at her with slightly concerned wide eyes. Beca teased, "What's wrong Kitty? Wanna tap out?" Beca cocked her head to the side, her smile was taunting.
Chloe shook her head in response, no, I can do it Becs. Fuck. She was enjoying the game too much to stop now. Chloe lowered herself onto the floor and crawled. Whatever discomfort or risk she may have felt was overcome by the idea of the sensuality of the moment. She almost wished they'd recorded this so she could watch herself later. Then she got an idea and turned to look at Beca, with her eyes she gestured to the ceiling. Beca understanding nodded and grabbed the iPad and after a second the ceiling and the walls revealed the hidden mirrors. Thanks to them Chloe was able to watch herself as she crawled on the floor, the white and fuzzy tail trailing behind her. She liked this version of herself, it was freer and wilder. The world may burn outside their villa but in here she was this. A hedonistic feline focused only on her own pleasure. She sank deeper into Pet Space, she felt drunk, she felt high, her head was cloudy, full of white noise and endorphins. In her euphoric delirium she instinctively lifted her paw and entranced by her own visage in the mirror she groomed herself.
Beca quietly watched Chloe succumb deeper into her role. "What a good Kitty!" She said as playfully scratched Chloe behind her ears and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. Chloe purred, she hadn't realized how much she wanted the praise.
"How are you feeling? Do you need a break?" Beca asked remembering Aubrey's advice to do occasional check-ins. Chloe sighed with relief, Beca was being gentle and careful and it was reassuring. But right now, she didn't need a break, she wanted more. She shook her head. Beca smiled, and whispered into her ear, "Still want me to spank you?"
Chloe lifted herself up and turned to face Beca. Chloe's eyes widened as she tilted her head.
"Don't worry, Aubrey gave me a crash course. She taught me how to use some of the stuff in the box. But, like, that's if you want, of course, no pressure. I just figured I'd mention it since you-"
Chloe playfully placed a paw on Beca's lips, and she got the hint.
Oh, I want it. Chloe nodded vigorously. "Meow."
"OK then let's negotiate, Kitty."
Chloe was bent over Beca's lap. Beca used the paddle to smack Chloe just below the curve of her ass, one of the few areas that hadn't been reddened. Chloe yelped in response and buried her head. She was gasping but she kept her tail high and wagging. Before and after each blow Beca would gently caress the area with either her hand or the paddle. It was a gentle reassurance. They've been at this for 10 minutes and Chloe was high on endorphins. She felt desperate and euphoric, as she wiggled her ass, begging for more.
Beca was breathing hard the sigh of Chloe bent over her lap, wearing her kitten outfit and her moans were driving her nuts. Her grip on the paddle tightened and turned it, she would use the side with the ridges now. She'd been careful so far, pacing and making sure her blows were controlled and precise, wanting to avoid hitting the same spot twice. This time, she aimed for an already red area, and her aim was true.
"Fuck!" Chloe yelped, breaking out of her cat role.
"Oh, guess we're not doing the cat thing anymore," Beca said awkwardly.
Fuck! "Meow!" Chloe almost barked she knew she couldn't keep up the role any longer. She felt the last blow in her core, but the adrenaline coursing through her body dulled the nerve endings and she was able to recover but she knew she'd feel that one tomorrow.
Beca snapped out of her trance, the sense of control and power was hypnotic. "I haven't heard the safe word, you all right, Chlo? Red?"
"Don't stop," Chloe whimpered breathlessly.
"I'm sorry?"
"Green!" Chloe shouted.
And Beca's eyes softened before they turned into a devilish smirk. "You asked for it."
The session went on for another twenty minutes. Chloe was left whimpering and sore, and loving every second of it. Chloe wasn't able to orgasm from it but she'd been so close, it had been intense and her eyes watered. She yelled "Red" and collapsed. She had enough and her body ached with pain and delight.
Afterwards, Chloe rested her head on Beca's lap as she stroked her hair gently. After a while, Chloe softly asked.
"Can you, um, help me with the tail? It's starting to feel uncomfortable."
"Yeah sorry about that." Beca worried she should have done it sooner. After carefully removing the plug Beca helped Chloe undress and they took a shower together. Beca soaped Chloe's body and admired her handiwork, her buttocks and lower back sported bruises and welts of different shades of red. Beca felt sympathy for Chloe, she knew exactly how it felt.
When it was Chloe's turn to soap Beca she noticed that her back was also covered in bruises and welts.
"Your back," Chloe asked in a soft low voice.
"Yeah, I-um I told you Aubrey gave me a crash course right?" Beca tried to remember, she was sure she'd mentioned it.
"I didn't think it was this bad, though," Chloe said concerned as she ran her fingers gingerly over Beca's back. Chloe's gentle touch made Beca wince. Chloe's eyes softened at the sight.
"I didn't think you'd be into this Beca."
Beca bit her lip and admitted, "Honestly I'm not, not getting hit at least."
Her response puzzled Chloe. "But then why'd you do it?"
"I guess just wanted to make sure I'd do it right you know?"
"You did this… for me?" Chloe asked as her fingers touched one of the bruises.
"For you and for me. I'm in Chlo, all the way. Whatever it takes," Beca said as her eyebrows furrowed.
Chloe embraced Beca and tried her best not to touch her bruises. They held each other beneath the running water. The water healed them and brought them closer. Chloe reflected on their growth, both individually and as a couple.
There was a form of insanity to this place or freedom.
After the bath, Beca tucked Chloe on the bed dashed to the kitchen, and grabbed some snacks and water from the fridge. The suddenness of her movements made her feel a bit lightheaded and she had to pause and take a deep breath. Beca was exhausted, the bruises on her back were a painful reminder of a hard-earned lesson. But Beca was no stranger to hard work, and she knew how to work past it. She wanted to be as doting as she could for her pet.
After putting the snacks on the bed for Chloe she went to the bathroom and found some cream for bruises in the first aid kit. Beca gently rubbed the cream on Chloe's bruises. Chloe moaned softly as the cream worked its numbing magic. As Once Beca was satisfied, she fed Chloe cookies and had her drink water. She whispered in her ear how much of a good job she did, how proud she was of her, and how amazing she did as a Kitty. Chloe closed her eyes and drank in the praise, she needed it, she felt vulnerable and raw. Chloe was coming down from the adrenaline.
"Are you all right?" Beca asked concerned. She felt a bit down herself but she didn't know why. But she would power through.
"Yeah, just need a moment," Chloe responded softly.
"Take as much time as you need, babe," Beca reassured her, running her fingers gently over her hair.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Becs," she said softly.
"Of course, I'm a super responsible pet owner, you know," Beca joked as she pulled Chloe in and held her. Chloe's buried her head against Beca's chest. It would take a while for the neurotransmitters in their brains to settle and balance from the intensity of the Impact Play. But they would weather it in each other's arms and bask in the afterglow, pain and all, both women feeling completely satiated.
"I'm glad you're my owner," Chloe whispered.
"Thank you for the privilege," Beca responded as she tightened her embrace. Beca reflected on the lessons of the day, Aubrey once again had been right, the pain had been worth it. For a beginner she did a good job with Chloe and was able to keep herself in control while making sure her pet would be OK. Aubrey had also been right about aftercare, not just for Chloe but for her as well. Beca felt this unbreakable bond between them.
"Chlo?"
"Hm?" Chloe mumbled, she was slowly falling asleep.
"Do you think you could put some of the cream on my back?"
"Oh yes! Of course. I'm sorry baby!"
"Thanks."
The clock on the wall read 5pm. The day wasn't over, they still had one more night in Hotel California.
To be concluded.
Author's notes: We went all in on this one huh? Please keep in mind that a lot of the BDSM terminology and concepts I mention are inherently far more complex than I'm making them seem, I'm basically just giving y'all a very quick and very superficial overview. If you are on your journey to explore kink please make sure to do proper research and discuss it openly and honestly with your partner. But most importantly always remember consent and safety first. Have fun!