Mark and Maddie – A Purple Streak Story

Inside an inconspicuous suburban house, a 28-year-old man was pacing the kitchen floor. Mark had just given the kitchen a thorough clean and now he had time to think. He started to fret about what was bothering him. He hated worrying over things he could not control. He liked to feel in control of his life and not feeling in control now made him unhappy. He liked to face his problems head-on and make the best of them. It was important that he speak to Maddie and tell her how he felt. They had been in a happy relationship for three years now. They had moved from strength to strength. They had spent much of their time together, enjoying each other’s company, exploring each other’s peculiarities and finding them beautiful. They had created so many fond memories and experienced so many fun adventures together. So much so, that that they had put together almost a hundred digital image folders on a shared drive. Recently, a cloud had cast a shadow over their relationship.

In the last six months Madeline (Maddie to her friends) was having very personal experiences by herself, without Mark. The experiences Maddie described were not events that Mark easily related to. In fact, the more Maddie explained what she had done, the more horrified Mark became. He was almost positive that he loved Maddie. He loved looking at her, being with her, thinking about her, planning his future with her. However, he found this new aspect of her somewhat alien and frightening.

Six months ago, she explained to him that she was a masochist and wanted to experience bizarre games with people who would be interested in participating with her. This was her greatest wish and her most earnest craving. Mark listened to her carefully and tried his upmost to understand how Maddie felt. However, something inside his head impeded him and suggested that Maddie might be a bit mad. Mark was aware he was proud and as such he had been presented with a problem he needed to understand and solve. Mark diligently started his research and read many blogs online about people in this lifestyle. He even watched some BDSM porn online, even though he only did this sparingly. He found it easier to read about BDSM than to watch it play out in a piece of video footage. He wrote down and researched every term Maddie had mentioned; flogging, caning, pet play, submission, domination, sexual objectification, humiliation, degradation, predicament bondage, butt plugs, latex rubber fetishism, fetish hoods and masks, slave collars and leashes. The list seemed to go and on and one fetish always seemed to lead him to another.

The sheer variety in sadomasochistic fetishes made his head spin. He wondered how long Maddie had been thinking about all these things. He read for hours while making copious amounts of notes. The content matter made him feel claustrophobic and dizzy. He often felt the need to go for long walks in the local park afterwards. Mark realised he simply was not turned on by the dark and violent images he had watched. He did not fully understand bloggers enthusiasm for this lifestyle. He certainly did not understand how Maddie and these other people felt. It occurred to him that maybe he was being too logical and critical. He was not sure at all. In the meantime, he tried to hide his confusion and ignorance from Maddie. He loved the excited look on her face when she was talking about BDSM and he truly wanted to give her what she wanted: a sadomasochistic lifestyle.

It never occurred to him that Maddie would ever cheat on him. Maddie would tell him stories of her BDSM sessions with her dominant master, Ross B. Mark had recently started to feel guilty as he himself had sent the e-mail to Ross B and had introduced Maddie to this man. Every time she had a session, she would tell Mark all the lurid details. These details excited Maddie but always made Mark squirm a little.

Maddie noticed this and ignored Mark’s lukewarm reactions. Maddie did feel obligated to tell Mark everything as she did not want secrets to exist between them. They agreed that everyone is entitled to a few secrets. Furthermore, they both agreed that the wrong kind of secrets could damage their relationship. Mark dutifully listened, but sometimes felt that he did not really want to know. This man had his hands on his girlfriend, his woman, and Ross was giving Maddie a kind of pleasure that he himself was incapable of giving her. It made him feel insecure about his manhood and his competence as a lover. Why was this Ross receiving so much respect and affection from Maddie? Mark did not understand. Now, he felt it was perhaps important to realise that he should start to understand what Maddie wanted. Mark realised that understanding Maddie was important and required immediate attention. Mark’s improved understanding would be healthier for their relationship than keeping his girlfriend’s unique perversions at a distance.

One Tuesday afternoon, while he was waiting for Maddie to come back home, he decided to review and research this ‘Ross B’ and his services again. Mark himself worked in marketing for many years and he thought he could pick out the differences between a reputable business and a fraudulent start-up. Mark started with Ross B’s website. At first glance, the website was very professional and well-presented. The background was a rich dark purple accentuated with small floral details of gold. The website had an almost regal tone to it. So far so good.

Ross B’s text claimed that he was the owner and director of the company, Dark Indulgence. Mark snorted at the name. It sounded silly, as if the website were trying to sell dark chocolate or ice-cream. In fact, the whole website now reminded him of a brand of chocolate that was widely sold in the United Kingdom. Mark continued to investigate every clue he picked up on. Ross B, real name Ross Baynton, ran at least four companies with only two of them linked to Dark Indulgence. One sister company sold vanilla sex toys as well as very kinky paraphernalia; the other company sold latex, vinyl and pvc fetish wear. The other two companies sold leather coats, gloves and belts and to Mark’s surprise, stationery. Ross Baynton owned a company that sold high quality fountain pens, paper and writing cases. Mark enjoyed reading that. Ross Baynton sounded more to Mark like a pompous shop owner. However, the Dark Indulgence website itself worried Mark a lot. The website boasted a well-equipped dungeon that was managed by a small team of dungeon monitors and dominants. There were small profiles of the dominants, men as well as women. These dominants laid out their own wishes in their own profile pages. They stated their level of experience and areas of expertise. They went on to explain the behaviour and attitudes they expected from their prospective customers. Their names were normal and mundane. They were Michelle, Gavin, Lisa and Amanda. Mark did not feel they were exactly names to inspire the fear of God into anyone. The profiles themselves sounded intimidating, but also reassuring and very sane. They would not push a customer through any experience that customer did not seem ready for. The text stated that ‘no meant no’, and they would halt their more extreme ‘play’ at their own discretion, even if the customer had not asked for them to stop. That sounded reasonable. Mark rubbed his chin and considered that Maddie could sometimes be so stubborn and reckless that she may often refuse to say ‘enough’. Mark concluded that Ross Baynton was a legitimate yet eccentric businessman and not some seedy vaudeville villain. Mark sighed a sigh of relief and switched off his laptop. He made a mental note to speak to Maddie this evening.

That evening, Maddie came in late from work. She had gone to the gym after work and had given Mark a quick peck on the cheek before running upstairs to have a shower and change her clothes. Mark had made calamari pasta. He had filled it with seafood (king prawns, crab meat and anchovies) and mixed that with red pepper, onion, mushrooms, parsley, white wine and cherry tomatoes. This was the way both he and Maddie liked it. Maddie did not take long to get ready and was soon standing in the kitchen, happily chatting to him with a glass of dry white wine in her hand. Maddie wore a navy hooded sweater and grey cotton flannel trousers. Maddie was so beautiful to Mark that she could sit in a garbage bin with the lid on her head, and she would still be incredibly attractive. When Maddie dressed for nights out, she was heart-stoppingly beautiful. Maddie’s father was Indian from Bangalore and her mother was Irish from Cork and a red-head. Mark had seen old photographs and noted that both parents were both very attractive in their younger years. The mixture of those two people’s genes in Maddie made her petit but very pretty too. Maddie had an oval face with light olive skin and large dark-brown eyes. Her hair was jet black and usually long and flowing down her shoulders. Last month, Maddie had her hair coiffed short into a pixie cut. It annoyed him that she had cut her hair short when her hair was normally long and lustrous. Her hair had been long when he met her, and he missed the length. Maddie had decided to dye her fringe a dark purple streak as a token of allegiance to her dominant, Ross. Mark grudgingly admitted it was a good look for her but did not like what the purple streak symbolised.

As the evening grew darker, Mark and Maddie watched the news and the weather report. Mark sat on the left of a light blue three-seater sofa and Maddie sat on the right, with her knees on the seat and her bare feet tucked under her. When the weather report ended, Mark switched the television off. Mark decided to take the bull by the horns; ‘’Maddie, when are you going to see Ross again?’’

 Maddie set down her second glass of wine on top of the coffee table. Maddie said; ‘’It’s going to be on Saturday in two weeks. This will be session six.’’

Gavin tried not to sound too critical of Maddie but knew that tact was not his strongest trait. ‘’Maddie, can we talk? I appreciate these sessions are important to you but I am not sure I understand it all. I thought it was something you wanted to work out of your system. I thought you were experimenting and that it was a short-term thing. However, I have noticed that you seem to organise a session with this guy after every pay-day. Where are you going with this? How long will this go on?’’

Mark watched Maddie as a flash of anger passed her eyes. A few moments later, her eyes settled into a more thoughtful gaze. She was considering what he just said and how best to reply. She moved her hips and moved in closer, so her knees were in contact with Mark’s thighs. ‘’Well, I don’t think it’s a phase.’’ Maddie explained.

‘’I have really been enjoying myself a lot recently and I do not see this journey ending any time soon. There are so many things I still want to try. I am not sure how to explain it, but it’s like I am discovering pieces of myself that I never thought were missing.’’

Mark interjected; ‘’I am happy for you! I really am, but you are spending an absolute fortune on bondage gear and weird clothes. I mean, you never told me how much the latex catsuit and the corset cost. When those arrived last week, I could tell just by looking at those things, it must have cost you a fortune. I bet you have some little online basket that’s full, somewhere online, that you will use for your next spending spree.’’ Maddie didn’t move but she regarded Mark coolly for a few moments. Then she said, ‘’Well, it is my money, which I can spend how I want.’’

Mark said,’’Of course it is, you can do what you want, but well, there does not seem to be much room for me in this new hobby of yours. I don’t really understand it.’’ Mark looked down and absent-mindedly rubbed the palms of his hands together and remained silent.

Maddie felt it was her cue to speak; ‘’Well, okay, maybe I have been a bit impulsive and have splurged a lot of money on a lot of fun stuff. I mean it is a lifestyle and I really enjoy it. I like going to see Ross, because we have fun, and he brings out a side of me that I want to explore.’’

Mark spoke without looking at her; ‘’ Well, I understand that, but shouldn’t that be my job? I thought I was the one that needed to know how to make you happy?’’

Maddie leaned over and put her arm over Mark’s shoulders; ‘’Babes, of course. We have talked about this before. I was more than happy to talk about this, but you never seemed to want to listen. I am not sure you are that interested.

I mean, you said yourself; you did not think you were kinky. Has that changed? Kink is something I never knew I wanted, and it is something I very much want to explore now. If you want to come along on that journey, then you need to be more open-minded. We do not have to like absolutely all the same things, but there should be some connection, some overlap.’’

Mark looked at her; ‘’What about the tantric massages? The Kama Sutra positions? I have tried my best to keep things fresh and exciting’’.

Maddie said; ’’I know you have, and I do appreciate it. It has been great fun. You even made me squirt a lot which I didn’t know I was able to do. So I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I really want to explore my fetishy masochistic streak. It would be great if you got on board with that or at least tried to understand what it means to me.’’

Mark shrugged; ‘’Mmm, okay, let me think about it. I want some coffee. Do you want any?’’ Mark rose from his seat and ambled off to the kitchen. His face was a stony mask hiding troubled emotions.

Maddi was studying his face as he looked at her; ‘’No thank you. I say, tell you what. I am meeting a new friend on Saturday for coffee. Why don’t you come with me and meet her? She is very kinky and she might shed a different light on BDSM then I could. She has been in the lifestyle a lot longer and may be able to explain it better. She’s a much bigger talker than I am. Would it be worthwhile coming along and speaking to her?’’

Mark knew Maddie was reaching out and trying to include him. Maybe now was the time for him dive down the rabbit-hole and try a little harder. It would only deepen his understanding of his girlfriend, and that would be for the best, wouldn’t it? He had everything to gain and nothing to lose. What harm could a chat do?

Mark replied, ‘’Sure, I would love to!’’.

Saturday – Meeting a friend.

          Early that morning, Mark and Maddie drove the car in to the centre of town to do some shopping for the house. They had been trying to build a home together over the last two years, but as they were both busy working professionals, the house was still sparsely furnished and had little decoration in it. They had collected many ornaments and utensils that would be good to have in the house. Those were items like vases for flowers, a new blender for Maddie’s smoothies, a bronze statue of a horse standing on its back legs and a large desk lamp for Mark. These were accompanied by lots of tea towels and necessities for the bathroom. The combined weight of all their purchases was substantial. They carried one heavy bag together through the well-lit and futuristic shopping centre. At about half past twelve, they stopped at a dark and old-fashioned café in the centre of town. They were hungry and agreed that drinking more coffee would give them a boost. The place reminded Mark of a French or Dutch bistro, as all the furniture and wall-panelling was varnished to a very dark brown with a slight sheen. There were brass furnishings everywhere. There were brass poles, brass doorknobs, brass pots and pans hanging from the ceiling. It was quirky and ‘vintage’ by design. Mark reflexively grabbed a menu and started thumbing through the pages. Maddie was relieved to get a seat and ordered drinks for them. Just as Mark was making his decision for lunch, he heard Maddie say; ‘Oh hey, there!’

          A tall woman with dark blonde hair joined them. She said her name was Tamsin and this was one of Maddie’s good friends. Her gently flowing blonde hair fell to her shoulders and her hair cut looked expensive. She wore a brown leather jacket which she swung over her chair straight across from Maddie. Mark sat in the seat right next to Tamsin. Mark tried not to pay Tamsin too much attention, even though he was enjoying the scent of her perfume. He thought it might be Coco Chanel or Dior, but he couldn’t quite place which one it was. Tamsin flashed Mark a large dis-arming smile and shook his hand. Her handshake was very firm. As Tamsin sat down and exchanged small talk with Maddie, he noticed the woman was quite simply dressed. She wore a nice white blouse and beige trousers over brown leather boots. Her only accessories seemed to be a gold pendant and slim gold chain around her neck and small crystal studs in her ears.

 Tamsin greeted them; ‘’Hey, you guys! Nice to see you again, Maddie. Nice to meet you Mark! How are things?’’ The next few minutes they exchanged pleasantries and Maddie showed Tamsin some of the things they had bought. Mark noticed that there were distinct differences between the two women. Maddie was skinny and only five foot five inches in height. In contrast, Tamsin was possibly over six foot tall. Tamsin’s arms were clearly quite muscular under her blouse. This correlated with the firm handshake that she had given him. Clearly both ladies were fitness enthusiasts. Maddie seemed to prefer cardio, where Tamsin clearly put more emphasis on weightlifting and strength training. Mark felt horribly unfit in the company of these two ladies. He decided to check that thought and dwell on it later.

Mark joined their conversation; ’’Hi there, so how did you meet exactly?’’ Tamsin smirked at Maddie and Maddie let slip a coy little smile. Tamsin explained; ‘’Well, we both have accounts on a lifestyle website. We were both asking questions in a forum on the same topics and got chatting after that. We were wanting to exchange information on our experiences. We realised we lived quite close to each other. After a few e-mails and telephone conversations, we became friends.’’

Mark decided to ask more; ‘’What was the topic?’’. Tamsin looked to Maddie for support; ‘’I think it was about rope bondage and suspension, wasn’t it?’’. Maddie nodded in agreement. Mark decided to be polite but direct; ‘’Oh I see. So, are you both into the same things?’’

Tamsin turned fully round to Mark; ‘’Well, I wouldn’t say so.

I know Maddie is wanting to develop her rubber fetish and she has wishes for public humiliation. I am more of an anal fetishist and masochist. I like being bound in compromising positions.’’

Mark’s ears and cheeks started to warm up as he blushed. ‘’Okay,…so, you both go to the same dungeon?’’

Tamsin regarded Mark’s blushing face and said; ’’Yes, we do. However, we do not have the same dominant masters. I go and see a dominant called Gavin and he is wonderful. We discuss what I want by e-mail and then he basically gives me what I want, when I least expect it.’’

Mark said; ‘’ So does he have sex with you?’’.

Tamsin smiled sympathetically; ‘’No, he has never touched me like that. Well, he may have fingered me once or twice, but he usual vibes my kitty or inserts a nice, yummy toy into me. Generally, he will try and get me off without penetrating me.’’ Mark felt himself getting confused.

He rallied his thoughts and said;’’I do apologise about all the questions, but Maddie said that you would be a good person to ask about BDSM as you have been in the life-style longer than she has.’’

Maddie explained; ‘’Yes, it’s what I said on the phone. I am doing a bad job of explaining what I want out of BDSM and I am not sure how to tell Mark what it means to me. I thought maybe you could explain your own point of view, to give us both a better way of approaching it.’’

Tamsin sat back in her seat and settled into her role as temporary lecturer to Mark. The waitress came over and took their lunch orders.

Once the waitress left, Tamsin said, ‘‘Well, I can only explain my own point of view. I came out of a messy divorce three years ago, after Stephen and I had tried everything to make it work. We simply fell out of love and I fell into a bit of a gloomy dip. Let us just say ‘mild depression’ at this stage. I always knew I had weird fantasies and rather bizarre wet dreams. I wanted to see if I could act on them and bring them in to reality. So I went snooping around the internet asking questions in different forums and chatrooms. I tried to sound as intelligent and tactful as possible, instead of baring my heart to anyone who would listen. I soon organised an appointment with a dominant through the Dark Indulgence website. A dreadful name for a dungeon, but there you go.’’

Mark asked; ’’Do you still go? Do you go regularly?’’

Tamsin said; ‘’Well no, not really. I sort of knew what I wanted for myself and wanted someone to supervise me, rather than dominate me. That isn’t to say I haven’t been brutally punished and played with, and I loved that. I have certain things I want to try out and wanted someone to ask for advice. I just wanted to do certain things properly.’’

Mark asked; ’’May I ask, what kind of things?’’

Tamsin said; ‘’Certainly, Well, like body modification. I wanted to get some piercings and I wanted someone to advise me on them and play with them once I had them applied.’’ Mark rubbed his chin and raised an eyebrow. Tamsin continued; ’’Well, I have five piercings in my pussy and one in each nipple. I might have more done later.’’

Mark gawked; ‘’Five in your pussy? How do you...ehm…masturbate?’’

Tamsin pushed some of her blonde locks away from her face and looked abashed; ‘’Well I have not had penetrative sex since the separation. I have decided not to have vaginal orgasms for a while. I am experimenting with sexual denial. At the same time, I am exploring anal toys and anal penetration. I like to stretch myself and take larger toys into my backside. I want to see how far I can go and how much I can take.’’

Mark peaked at Maddie. Maddie was engrossed and her pupils were dilating as she was listening to Tamsin. Tamsin; ‘’I want to find a partner who can help me develop and expand my limits. If I feel I need pushing or motivating I will go and see Gavin, my dominant.’’ Mark started to feel queasy; ‘’How do you mean stretch yourself? I mean, how would you develop?’’

Tamsin smiled brightly;’’ Well, I would put larger and large butt plugs up my butt and leave them in there for about three hours a day. Plenty of lubricant. of course.’’

Mark said; ‘’Three hours a day? You do that the same time every day?’’

Tamsin explained;’’ Well, yes. As soon as I get home, I will have a shower, douche myself, use some lube and slip a plug in there. Then I would relax for the evening.

I would do some laundry or some cooking or have a nap perhaps. Nothing that requires a lot of concentration.’’

Tamsin and Maddie exchanged knowing smiles, but Mark was getting more and more uncomfortable. Tamsin noticed and thought for a while; ’’I don’t know how to explain my fetishes or tell you what the appeal of BDSM is. It is not my intention to embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable. I appreciate you are being open-minded and trying to understand what Maddie is looking for, and you should be commended for that. However, talk is just talk, and maybe I am not explaining myself very well. Sorry, Mark. Maybe you should ask Maddie and Ross if you can tag along next Saturday and be an observer for their next session.’’

Tamsin pursed her lips as Mark’s face drew white in horror. Mark had not considered asking Maddie if he could accompany her to one of her kinky sessions. He dreaded what went on at these sessions even though Maddie always came back from them in good spirits. She had always been honest about her time away from him. Mark considered with a tang of bitterness that he maybe should have shown a greater interest in Maddie’s new passion. Maddie leant over now and touched his hand; ‘’What do you think, Mark? Would you like to join us and have a look at what goes down?’’ Maddie looked at Mark pleadingly. Mark shrugged off his internal debate and smirked apprehensively; ‘’Yes. In for a penny, in for a pound.’’

Saturday - The Appointment

The coming Saturday, Maddie and Mark drove to Ross Baynton’s house for Maddie’s appointment.

It was a detached suburban house and looked very old-fashioned. It was a large house but resembled a cottage in many ways. It looked well-designed and expensive. The garden was simple but beautifully kept. Its grass lawn was neatly mown, and its hedges looked healthy and well-watered. There was one small flower bed along the side of a wall. It contained pink azaleas, red begonias, purple blue bells and yellow daffodils. They walked parked the car in the drive and walked up to the main door, which was tall, broad and painted dark green.

Maddie turned and looked at Mark; ‘’I know this is a big deal to you. I want you to know that it is a big deal to me too. Ross knows me in ways you don’t. I want to fix that difference and include you, if that is okay? What happens today might damage our relationship or it might strengthen it for the better.’’

Mark took a deep breath; ‘’I know that. Let’s not to think too heavily about it. You are here to have a fun time. I am here to understand what fun kind of fun this is. Let us just try and go with the flow.’’ Mark leaned into Maddie and they joined a long full kiss.After the kiss ceased to linger, the couple composed themselves.

Maddie rang the door bell. Ross Baynton opened the door; ‘’Maddie, Mark! You are right on time. Excellent! Come on in.’’

Mark was not sure what to expect from the interior of the house, but he hadn’t expected this. The interior walls were painted white and dark maroon carpets were layed in the hallway and living room. There were old-fashioned ornaments selectively placed around the hallway and living room. They were led through to the living-room and the furniture there was very tasteful and comfortable-looking. Mark tried to pick up on any deviant torture devices but could not spot any up to now. If any kinky games were being played in this house, they did not seem to occur in the living room or kitchen.

Ross Baynton motioned the couple to sit down on the comfortable dark green settee. Ross waited while Maddie seated herself, and then sat down next her. Ross asked; ‘’Do you want any tea or coffee? Milk? Sugar? Water?’’ Maddie swallowed and asked for water. Mark requested the same. Ross turned his head; ‘’ Helen, will you get some water please? A pitcher, lots of ice, a few slices of lemon and three glasses please.’’

A voice came from an alcove to the left of Mark; ‘’Yes Sir’’. Mark almost jumped in surprise as a dark figure detached itself from the wall and walked past him and left the room. Mark appreciated how strange it was for him to miss this person. The person was obviously female and dressed from head to toe in a rubber catsuit and hood. The person was very slight and short, and her eyes were not discernible through the small collections of pin holes that were placed where eye holes should be. Mark thought she looked like a walking shadow and a bit creepy.

Ross clapped his hands together for attention and spoke quite clearly. Mark had met men like this before. Mark had known quite a few executives in high-stress high-powered jobs before. Men like that had little time for small talk and little patience for people who did not know what they wanted. Ross was in a state of relaxed alertness and it was clear that a few things occupied his mind. He was dressed in a black short sleeved shirt and matching dress trousers. The clothes were simple but gave the impression of a work uniform, and that they were clothes Ross would not wear in his own leisure time. Ross was clearly very much in control and his grey hair and dark brown eyes made him look distinguished.

Ross stated, ‘’Hi guys, there are two other clients in today and some other dominants as well. So it’s a bit of a full house today. My wife is here, and you should meet her shortly. Mark, I am so glad you could make it. It’s great that you want to get involved. I don’t normally allow ‘observers’ in here but I am making an exception as Maddie had asked me so nicely to let you watch. We try and be good ambassadors for kink and will not turn away people who are interested.’’

Mark and Maddie smiled nervously and nodded. Just as Maddie was about to say something, the living room door opened. A tall brunette walked in, followed by the shadowy figure of Helen. The brunette had long thick wavy brown hair, wore a black turtle-neck and a red leather jacket, simple black trousers and black high heels. Ross Baynton said; ‘’Ah, may I introduce my wife, Rachel. Rachel, this is Mark and this is  Madeline. I was going to come and collect you in a few minutes. Is everything allright?’’

Rachel smiled at Mark and Maddie; ’’Hi there. Yes, everything is fine. However, you have left Helen in a state of discomfort for too long apparently. Helen told me you weren’t going to release her yet? Also, you know how clumsy Helen can be.’’ Helen spoke; ‘’Sorry sir, my butt plug has been inside for three hours now. My rear is going numb. I almost fell in the kitchen.’’ Ross; ‘’Oh right. I didn’t really think it had been quite that long.’’ Ross chuckled evilly. Ross added; ‘’I’ll help you remove it in a few moments.’’ Helen responded with a nod; ‘’Thank you, Sir.’’ Ross smiled; ‘’ Rachel, will you take Maddie through to Red Room One and help her in to her catsuit. I will be through shortly.’’

Rachel reached out a friendly hand to Maddie;’’ Have you go everything Maddie? You can come through with me now.’’ Ross stood up and looked at Mark; ’’I need to go help Helen and want to set everything out in the Room. I will come back for you in just a few minutes. Are you happy to wait for 5 minutes?’’ Mark looked up at Ross and tried to smile confidently; ‘’For sure. No problems.’’ Maddie picked up her bag and pecked Mark on the cheek; ’’See you in a bit.’’

          Mark sat in the living room by himself, occasionally sipping his water. There was nothing in the living room that was interesting to look at. The living room was much like a hotel lobby; pleasant and comfortable, but also devoid of any personality. Mark closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. He had no expectations of what he might see and experience this afternoon. He appreciated he was only an observer and he may learn a few things today. If he did not like what he saw, he could always come back to the living room or wait in the car for Maddie. He could not help but feel the tension in his stomach rise and the back of his throat grow dry. He could always make his excuses, telling Maddie and Ross he has an upset stomach and then get the bus back home? No, that would not be possible. If he scurried away now with some weak excuse, he would lose all credibility and respect. Maddie would hold that against him, maybe indefinitely. No, he had to stay and watch, come what may.

Mark opened his eyes again, and noticed a figure standing next to him. It was the rubber-clad Helen. He could not see what she looked like and could only focus on her uncovered mouth. She was smiling. ‘’Hello. Doing okay? Want to come down now?’’, she said.

‘’Certainly’’, Mark replied. Mark decided to follow behind Helen. He looked down at her shiny head and shoulders and wondered how warm it might be inside the suit. It did not look uncomfortable. Mark decided to make small talk to help himself relax; ‘’Hi. Is it warm in that suit?’’

Helen turned her head slightly, light rippling over her latex hood. ‘’It is a bit, but you get used to it.’’

Mark asked; ‘’Is it comfortable?’’ Helen responded, ‘’Oh yes, very!

It clings to the body well. It is like being hugged all over. The smell is simply divine. It smells like sex. Would you like to touch?’’

Mark was slightly taken aback. Helen turned round to face him and she flashed the most impertinent smile at him. She held out her arm to him.

He looked at her long slender arm, noting small elbow and the attractive muscle definition in her upper arm. He gingerly put forward his arm and tested his fingers against her forearm. He held her fore-arm like it was made of choice porcelain. The smell coming from her was warm and strong. Mark concluded Helen must have been in the suit for quite some time and the catsuit was nicely warmed up by the latex fetishist’s body heat. The feel of her arm in his hands was very pleasant and quite mesmeric. Her arm was so smooth, it made it most pleasant to hold.

Helen gently pulled her arm away, careful not to cause offense. ‘’Come on, let’s go and join the Master and Madeline’’. Helen led Mark out of the living room and down a short hallway to another door. Helen opened the door and Mark could see a lamp illuminating a narrow stairway going straight down. Helen went ahead, careful to hold on to the stair’s bannister. Mark followed slowly behind her, listening for any voices or other sounds, but could not pick out any. Once, the two of them had reached the bottom of the stairs he realised they must be ten feet underneath the house. Helen open another door straight across from the stairs that led to a thirty feet hallway that had more doors on either side of it. The rooms were numbered One to Seven. She opened the door to room One and walked inside, holding the door open for Mark. Mark stepped inside and was astounded at the amount of BDSM equipment he found inside. The room was rectangular and quite large. It had an assortment of chairs against the walls, sports safety mats on the floor and a St Andrews Cross in one corner. There were two racks with an array of floggers, canes, masks, tubes, gags and other implements Mark could not readily identify. As they walked in Mark could see that Maddie was on her knees. Maddie had completely changed clothes and was now wearing her new black latex catsuit that she had purchased recently. It did not shine like Helen’s suit and was rather matte and grubby looking. He walked up to Ross and Maddie. He noticed that Maddie was looking up at Ross and had her arms folded behind her back. Ross had something in his hands. It was a rubber collar with and O ring attached to it. He wrapped the band around Maddie’s neck and closed the buckle at the nape.

Ross brushed his hand against Maddie’s cheek;’’ Ready to play?’’

Maddie murmured; ’Ready, Master.’’ Mark noticed that both Ross and Maddie were zoning into some deep trance, readying themselves for play. Mark bit his lip as he didn’t like Ross displaying this much intimacy to Maddie. It was time to set aside his pride, as he knew Ross had done much more to Maddie besides caress her face.

Ross slowly turned round, and saw Mark and Helen waiting expectantly.

Ross smiled and said,’’Ah yes. Helen, if you could sit in the corner and wait. Mark, please join us. You can help me polish Maddie.’’

Helen said nothing and left Mark’s side, folded her arms behind her and sat in one corner of the room. Mark approached Ross. Ross handed Mark a bottle of latex gloss and a rubber cloth. Ross asked; ‘’Would you like to polish your girlfriend?’’

Maddie stood up and raised her arms in the air, ’’Come get me, lover.’’

Mark poured some of the gloss over the cloth and start to wipe it on to Maddie’s shoulder, then across her throat and chest, and across her breasts. Mark noted that this was what Maddie was in to and he should not hurry but in fact take his time and make a thorough job of this. As he poured more gloss on the panel of latex in his hands, he leaned in and kissed Maddie on the lips. Mark resumed his task and made sure he polished every curve, fold, nook and cranny of Maddie’s lithe shape. He squeezed her ass, rubbed and tapped her groin and fondled her breasts. Maddie let out audible little gasps and moans as he did so, interspersed with lustful smiles and glances. Once Mark was done, Maddie shone like black onyx. Mark admitted that she looked amazing.

Ross B stepped forward, ’’Okay folks, on to the next stage. A bit of bondage now, I think.’’ Ross B had in his hands two pairs of leather cuffs. ‘’Maddie, would you mind sitting down on the ground. These need to go on you.’’

Ross attached the cuffs to her wrists and two sets to her ankles.

He then attached Maddie’s wrists to her ankles with two sets of metal clips.

Ross then walked back over to one of the racks and picked up a metal rod, perhaps steel, and brought it over. The steel rod had two rings attached to it. There was one on either side. He fastened each ring to Maddie’s ankle cuffs. The width of the bar was approximately three feet and kept her hands and feet separated and secured to the steel bar.

‘’That should stop her masturbating. Maddie is terrible for rubbing herself when she gets in the mood.’’ Maddie started to blush. She became conscious of her vulnerability and helplessness, sitting bound on the sports mat at the feet of these two men. Ross walked up to the wall and started to turn a handle which was attached to a winch that was secured to the ceiling. A long steel cable descended to the floor, towards Maddie. Ross took hold of the cable and connected it to the steel bar Maddie was fastened to. Without saying a word, he turned the handle slowly. The cable became taught and gently pulled Maddie’s body from the ground.

Ross turned slowly and deliberately, making sure that the cable pulled up steadily without pause. The turning of the handle required a good amount of strength, but this was made easier by the modern winch. Maddie was pulled up towards the ceiling by her ankles and wrists, the weight of her head pulling down, forced her to look down as she was raised higher and higher.

After Maddie was raised a full five feet from the ground, Ross stopped turning the handle. Maddie gasped as her groin, backside, arm and legs were pointing up towards the ceiling, and her head and torso were aimed straight down towards the floor. Ross grabbed a heavy leather flogger from a rack and rested his hand on Maddie’s gleaming right buttock. Ross; ‘’Mark, I am going to warm Maddie up a little bit. If you want to grab a seat you can get a good view over there.’’

Ross gestured to a nearby chair and sat. He could get a good view of Ross and his girlfriend. He looked over at Helen, who still kneeled motionless as a statue. Helen swayed almost imperceptibly from side to side, shifting her weight to make herself more comfortable. Helen had fixed her gaze on Ross and Maddie and seemed to observe them with glee and longing.

Mark noted the obscene smile on Helen’s obscured face and would not forget that smile for a long time to come. Ross reached towards Maddie’s groin and unzipped the fly of her catsuit. The slow, careful zipping sound was audible from where Mark sat, and Maddie’s dark brown pubic area was revealed. Ross took a step back and started gingerly swinging the flogger through the air. He swung the flogger slowly at first and then much more rhythmically, making wooshing sounds as the flogger moved through the still air. There was a loud slap as the flogger connected with Maddie’s buttocks. The slapping continued and became a drum beat against Maddie’s latex-clad rump. Ross first beat Maddie slowly and almost casually, Minutes later, he beat both her buttocks faster and faster, harder and harder in a rhythmic rumbling of movement and sound. Ross was clearly picking up tempo and getting a decent work-out from flogging the glossy black target in front of him. Mark noted the beating was calculated and even-handed, and he could not note any cruel intent coming from Ross. Just as these thoughts floated through Mark’s mind, the flogger was raised and came down hard on Maddie’s mons. Maddie was clearly zoning out under the relentless beating. She yelped when she was awoken by the hard slap on her vagina.

The beating slowed, but for every ten beats to her rump there was a considerable smack delivered to her pussy. Maddie yelled out in protest and writhed in her cuffs. However, she never once asked Ross to stop and she did not ask for mercy.

Ross must have beaten her pussy ten times, but Mark had lost count of how often he had beaten Maddie’s behind. Ross gingerly administered the last few beatings and then slowly came to a halt. Ross’s brow glistened with sweat as he had exerted himself in his beatings.

 He slowly stroked Maddie’s rump with his hands and then squatted to speak to her.

‘’Everybody okay down there?’’; he asked jovially.

Maddie answered; ’’Yeah. I am all warmed up. Are you letting me down now?’’

Ross said; ’’No, please be patient. There are a few more things I want to do.’’

‘’Oh God’’, Maddie said. She lowered her head down and was taking deep breathes of air, trying to retain her calm. Ross grabbed a bottle of lube and applied to it his hands. He then squirted a numerous amount on to Maddie’s pussy and inserted his fingers into her. He proceeded to finger her vigorously and inserted most of his right hand in to her pussy. Maddie groaned as Ross’s large fingers forced themselves deeper into Maddie’s swollen pussy. Mark tried to watch calmly but mixed emotions were writhing inside of him. Mark was enraged that this strange man had such access to his girlfriend and wondered if he should protest. However, Maddie may have experienced this treatment and worse before and must have enjoyed it, as she was now. Mark had to admit Maddie seemed to be having the time of her life. Mark saw the look of discomfort as well as pleasure on her face. He would never have thought to himself to treat her like this. Maddie was always so sunny, lovely and well-composed. Mark never thought she might enjoy a good flogging or being scooped out by his bare hands.

There was only pleasure in this room, and no permanent damage was being inflicted to Maddie’s body. Mark did not realise that this is what Maddie enjoyed but he was  learning. He realised that Ross was watching him out of the corner of his eye. Ross said; ‘’Would you like to take over for a bit, Mark?’’

Mark smirked; ‘’Yes I would.’’ Ross gave Mark some hand sanitiser first and let Mark wash his hands. Ross then passed the bottle of lubricant gel over and let Mark rub it all over both hands. Ross gestured over to Maddie’s body and Mark carefully rubbed the swollen mound of his girlfriend’s pussy. Maddie gasped and a slow string of spit fell from her open mouth. ‘’Having fun, Madeline?’’; Mark mumbled.

Maddie replied, ’’Uh-huh. Go gentle okay? I am a bit raw down there,…uhm… up there. Yeah?’’

Mark replied; ‘’Hmmm well, we’ll see. I think I’d like to experiment a bit as well now.’’ Mark sent his ring- and index finger into Maddie’s pussy and carefully clawed at the inside of her. He then applied he lips to her pussy and licked the folds of her labia, leisurely looking for her clitoris.

Ross walked over to the door and gestured for Helen to get to her feet. Ross stated;’’ Hey guys, I will be away a few minutes. I just need to take Helen to her cell. You guys have fun by yourselves for a little bit, okay?’’ Ross did not wait for a reply and left with Helen in tow. The room closed quietly behind them.

Mark resumed licking Maddie out but eventually said; ‘’I had no idea that this what you liked. I think I might be able to learn this stuff. We’ll talk when we get home okay?’’ Maddie squirmed in her bonds and said; ’’Mmm okay. Would you grab a ball gag for me and shut me up?’’ Mark was shocked but eventually picked up a red ball-gag with black leather straps. Maddie opened her mouth and Mark pulled the gag firmly in to her mouth. Maddie groaned and swung her pelvis towards him. Mark hugged her glistening frame close and shoved his face in to her pussy. This was the start of a new beginning.