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Gil Grissom dropped his bag at his feet as he signed the register. He smiled politely to the scantily clad girl behind the desk and followed her to a plush waiting area. He was told that he would be met shortly. They nodded politely to each other and she left, returning to her place in reception.
Grissom looked around the room. It was magnificently plush, with rich velvets covering couches and cushions, not to mention windows. Deep mahogany furniture that dated from the same period as the house was placed classily around the room, leaving a large space in the middle where a Persian rug lay. He was familiar with the layout of the room. This wasn't his first time here, just his first for this purpose.
A woman swept into the room, almost gliding in her elegance. Her lips curled in that semi-smile that she always wore, the smile that let people know that she knew more than them. Grissom inclined his head as she walked towards him, greeting her. He wasn't sure what the etiquette was in this situation. Each and every website he had visited had different advice, different rules. She seemed to realise his problem and solved his dilemma by directing him to a couch and motioning for him to sit. She herself took an armchair, crossing her legs as she sat back.
"I was surprised to see your name in the register for this evening." Her voice was velvety soft as she spoke. “Especially considering our last meeting.”
Grissom broke his gaze from her lips to look her in the eye. It had not been a question but he felt a need to answer anyway.
"It's something that I've been thinking about for a while."
She nodded. "I am sure that I can arrange one of the girls. Monica is free at the moment. She is an excellent submissive, most receptive..."
"No, Lady Heather." Gil broke in. "That was not quite the role I had in mind."
Again, she smiled that knowing smile and Gil knew that she had already guessed which position he would want to assume tonight. Another test. He had a feeling that the night would be full of them.
"Tell me, Mr. Grissom. You said that you know who you are, why the desire to try the darker side of life, or at least this particular flavour?" She asked, watching him closely.
A girl dressed in a tight vinyl dress tied together with belts and buckles walked into the room, a tray in her hands. She knelt by Lady Heather.
"I will admit to curiosity. This..." He gestured to his surroundings. "...Is so far removed from my way of thinking that I cannot hope to fully understand it without trying it."
Lady Heather plucked a fine china cup from the tray and carefully poured herself a cup of tea, adding in just a drop of milk. She thanked the girl and the girl rose, walking over to Grissom and again dropping to her knees. Grissom took the offered tea, thanked the girl and watched as she got to her feet and at Lady Heather's instruction, left the room.
"Is it really so far removed?" She smiled as she sipped. "Every night you walk around your office, the King of your domain. People stand up straighter when you walk into a room, giving you their reports. You are their dominant. Not in a sexual sense but this life is not just about sex, it is about power. Giving and taking power. In that respect, it is no different from any office or business anywhere in the world."
"A good analysis but flawed." Grissom smiled.
"Oh?" Lady Heather asked.
"In this house, the submissive has the power. They say the safe word and everything comes to a halt. That is not easily found in an office."
"Very true." She smiled. "And that is what you don't understand?"
"In part." Grissom nodded and drank some of his tea.
Lady Heather watched him closely. Grissom had the feeling that she was reading him, examining him as he might examine one of his insects.
"Very well. Hopefully, we will answer your questions here tonight." She set aside her cup and leaned closer. "Although, I think the answers might surprise you."
Grissom smiled. "Of that, I have no doubt."
Things always got complicated when Lady Heather was around. Straight answers were never straight, and never failed to provide as many new questions as they answered. Grissom watched as the dominatrix stood and walked to the corner of the room. An old-fashioned bell pull hung there. She pulled it and the girl who had been working in reception entered the room.
"Please prepare a room for Mr. Grissom. He's going to be joining us for a while." Lady Heather's eyes never left him as she spoke.
The girl hurried away and up the stairs. Nervousness settled into the pit of Grissom's stomach but he pushed it down. He wasn't going to let it get in the way tonight. This was just an experiment like any other. This was the way that he answered questions that he didn't know the answer to. Set up the conditions and let the experiment unfold until the answer was obtained.
"There are a few things that I need to know before anything happens and you will need to be honest. Do you understand?" A serious note entered Lady Heather's voice.
Grissom nodded.
"Do you have any existing medical conditions?" She asked, watching him.
Grissom nodded again. It had almost come up the last time they had encountered each other. She had guessed about his hearing problem but he had not confirmed it. But now there was no denying it.
"I have an intermittent problem with my hearing. Occasionally, I experience periods of deafness. They are usually short-lived."
This was the first time that Grissom had admitted it to anyone. He had barely accepted the truth of the situation himself. It felt odd telling someone else.
Lady Heather nodded. "I will need to know if you experience it during our scene."
Grissom agreed before he locked onto one of the words she had used. "Our?"
Another smile from the dominatrix. "Yes, our. A dominant can only control a submissive as well as they understand them. You are a complicated man, Mr. Grissom. I would not trust you to another's hand."
"I am honoured, Lady Heather." Grissom spoke, inclining his head.
The receptionist returned, whispering something to Lady Heather before being dismissed. Lady Heather smiled and spoke.
"It appears that our room is ready."
Grissom stood, placing the cup on a small side table. Lady Heather waited for him to catch up to her before she started walking. Ascending the staircase, Grissom had no choice but to watch the roll of her hips and the play of the tight black dress she wore over her ass. He was attracted to her, physically and mentally. Maybe it was a mistake agreeing to let her be his dominant tonight. On the other hand, her point was valid. To get the most out of the experience, he would prefer a practiced hand and in that Lady Heather was a perfect choice.
She stopped outside a room, the door still closed over, blocking his view of the room. She stood in front of the door, looking up at him.
"Out here, you are your own man but once you step inside this room, you give up that ownership to someone you trust to listen when you say stop. The next step is your choice. The experiment can end here if you wish it." Her voice was serious as she said the words.
They both knew that Grissom would not back down now but the choice still had to be given. Grissom nodded as she stepped aside.
"If you enter, the safe word is red. If you are uncomfortable and want to stop, simply say the word and the scene will end. There are no heroes in here, Mr. Grissom. No one is judging you on what you can or cannot take. There is just you and I in that room and that is the way that it will stay. What happens in the room - stays in the room."
Grissom smiled. The old adage of "What happens in Vegas - stays in Vegas" adapted to the situation. He had already known that she would not say a word but the verbal proof meant a lot to him.
He closed his eyes for a second, gathering his thoughts together before reaching out to push open the door. With a step, he handed over control. His shoulders tensed as he looked around the room. It was drab, grey in comparison to any of the other rooms that he had been in but it was decorated with more toys and implements than he had seen in any other room. Everything conceivable hung from the walls or was stacked on small tables around the room. Most he could identify but there were one or two devices that eluded him completely.
The door closed with a click and he turned to face the woman who would own him for the rest of the evening or until he said stop. Something in her demeanour had changed. The smile was still there and she still moved as if she never had to touch the floor but something was different. She owned the room now, more than ever before.
She walked forward, her heels clicking on the tile-covered floor. She walked around Grissom, looking him up and down as she did, weighing his potential as her submissive. Finally, she walked away, moving over to a chair at one side of the room and sitting down.
“To your left, you will find a table. Strip and leave your clothes on the table, folded neatly.”
Grissom moved to the table and complied, pulling his shirt free from his trousers and unbuttoning the shirt and folding it neatly. He could feel the eyes on his back, watching and examining. That feeling of being under a microscope was back. He tried to brush it to one side but instead he found himself holding his breath, making himself look as attractive as possible. He stepped out of his shoes and lined them up neatly under the table. Next came his socks, tucked into a ball and placed in one of the shoes. His hands worked at his belt and the buttons of his trousers before he pushed them down, leaving him in just his underwear. He took his time folding his trousers and placed them under his shirt. A couple of deep breaths and he grasped the waistband of his boxers. He closed his eyes and pushed them down, leaving him standing there uncovered. He folded the boxers and steeling his courage, turned to face Lady Heather. This wasn’t the first time that she had seen him naked but in this situation it was different, not intimate but clinical.
Her face remained blank as she looked him over. Grissom found himself examining her face carefully for any hint of what she thought of him. This was definitely a new experience.
“Kneel and crawl to me.”
Grissom immediately dropped to his hands and knees and started to cross the floor towards her. He recognized that she was trying to put him in an immediately submissive position. Being clothed while he was naked. Making him crawl. Already the power dynamic was established.
“Stop thinking!”
Grissom paused for a second, not looking up. That was a much harder command. She knew what he was doing, breaking everything up and evaluating the effect that it would have on the situation and on the dynamic. Breaking each command down and examining it, looking at it clinically and identifying the submissive qualities in it. With anyone else he would be able to get away with it, but not with her. She knew him too well. If this experiment was to work, he had to just give himself over to the experience. But to that he had to trust Lady Heather. Could he do that?
“You’re still thinking.”
Her voice cut through his thoughts and he apologized by continuing his crawl towards her. He stopped just in front of her, keeping his eyes on the floor, just like all of the Internet articles had advised. In front of him, he saw the hem of her long skirt being lifted to reveal long leather boots.
“My boots need to be cleaned.” Her voice held a smirk. “Lick them clean.”
Grissom paused for a second, trying hard not to think, before leaning in and letting his tongue caress the leather. The smell was that unique smell of genuine leather. The leather didn’t taste of anything in particular except for that faint tang of boot polish. He worked meticulously, letting his tongue work its way into the crevices and from the join with the sole right up to the hemline of her skirt.
Just as he started to think again, wondering how long he should keep working at her boots, he heard a click and music started playing. A song that he had heard here before. The heavy base beat reverberated around the room. A finger caressed his cheek before cupping under his chin to lift his head until he was looking her in the eye.
“Something for you to concentrate on.” Her lips curled in an almost predatory smile. “Forget everything you have researched or anything you have seen here. Get rid of all your preconceptions.”
She rose, slipping around him to step into the center of the room.
“You may stand and join me.”
Grissom rose, taking a minute to straighten himself up, joints cracking. No matter how young and fit a person was, kneeling on a cold, hard floor was no picnic. He walked over to her, standing in front of her. Her hands flowed over his skin from shoulder to elbow, elbow to wrist. Her smaller hands grasped his wrists tightly and lifted them, raising them above his head. He kept them there even when she released them.
Cold steel locked around one wrist and then the other, leaving him partially suspended from the ceiling. Already he could feel the strain on his shoulders. He watched her walk around him until she was lost to his peripheral vision. He could hear her pick up and discard various implements before walking back to him.
He heard the whip crack milliseconds before he felt the snap of air that it had left in its wake. Grissom shivered as he anticipated the first crack of the bullwhip over the flesh of his back. The whip snapped to the opposite side, just as close as the first one. He closed his eyes. He had agreed to this. His own curiosity had brought him to this point.
“This is not your laboratory.” Lady Heather’s voice cut into his thoughts. “There is no control in this experiment. You walked into this room without agreeing exactly what tests would be run… And now it’s too late to negotiate. You are mine, to do with as I wish.”
Another shiver ran down his spine at her words, but still he said nothing.
The whip cracked again, a little closer this time. Grissom flinched away from the sound. It was instinctive but that did not stop him from berating himself for moving.
Lady Heather laughed that deep throaty laugh of hers. One of her fingernails ran down Grissom’s spine, starting just below his shoulder blades. He struggled to hold his position but again he moved instinctively, keeping her fingers from that area half way down his back where he was ticklish. But the instant he did that, he was lost.
Her fingers honed in on all of this sensitive spots, tickling him until he writhed against his bonds, struggling for air. In an instant, she stepped back and cracked the whip again. Nowhere near him this time, but the effect was enough to sober him up fast. And that was how she continued.
She played with his perceptions, giving him tenderness when he expected pain. Pain and fear when he had gotten used to tenderness. She played him like a concert violin. But all too soon it was over, leaving them both with some rather mixed emotions.
They had fitted together so perfectly. It was the first time for Grissom that he didn’t know the play sheet in advance. With every other encounter, he knew that it was foreplay, in, out, scream, cuddle, done. Even here, he had thought of what would happen, planning out what would probably happen. Of course his perceptions had all been based on what he had seen and heard when investigations took him within the walls. And he couldn’t have been more wrong.
He was smiling while he dressed again, putting that layer back between himself and Lady Heather, taking back the control that he had given her. He had some of his answers now, but making sense of them was a completely different thing.
Lady Heather walked him to the door, arm in arm. Quiet, as if she knew that he was putting his thoughts in order. They stopped on the threshold, looking at each other. Her lips quirked up as she spoke.
“If you have any more questions, Mr. Grissom…”
Grissom smiled and turned to walk back to his car. He climbed in and backed out of the driveway before turning onto the street. He paused in front of the house and looked back at the almost gothic building with the equally gothic dominatrix still standing in the door. He sighed and shook his head.
“Most… Educational!”