Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

"Come in Katy," calls Mason.


He can hear the hesitant footsteps behind his office door and knowing that his staff would simply knock and waltz in, he presumes it to be Katy. When he receives no answer he questions his imagination however there's more feet shuffling before a small knock on the door.

Katy slips through, and gently closing the door behind her. Then smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles of her chiffon top, she shimmers closer to the desk.


"What can I do for you, Little Doe?" he asks closing the document and giving her his full attention.


"Well...um, I was thinking...that well, um..."

"Just spit it out, Katy," sighs Mason.
"I can't be here and expect you to provide completely for me-"
"You're my guest, Katy, I don't want anything from you...that you don't want to give."
"But...But, that's not right. I should work for my keep Mason, I'd like to," states Katy stronger.
Mason grins, "really? And what do you suppose you can do, Katy? Would you like to be one of the Sub girls?"
He's only teasing her of course, but her face pales at the mention of that; however to her credit, she does quickly try to maintain composure again.
"I-I...fine. If that's what I have to do-"
"Oh no! Don't turn this on me. You don't have to do anything. I told you that. You volunteered," points out Mason.
"Because it's not right I stay here for nothing..."


With her whole face drooping into that sad, conflicted expression that tugs on his heart strings Mason can't take teasing her any longer.
"Then you can help Cole at the bar. That way you'll see what goes on in here...Have you ever bartended before?" he asks.
"No, but I've waitressed," she replies.
Although she'd never pulled the levers for the drinks or mixed the cocktails, she's served them along with food, once when she was 17. But that's not the part that worries her. It's the actual working in the club part.

"Well that's sorted then. The club opens at 9 and closes at 4. I suggest, you try and sleep a few hours before then. And Cas will sort out what you have to wear...Are you happy now, Little Doe?" he grins.
Katy smiles shyly back at him and nods, "thank you...Mason."
His eyes keep trained on her, the look almost smouldering, causing a stirring of butterflies and other strange emotions in Katy. She can't deny them, but ignoring them is within her reach.




Taking Mason's advice Katy manages to get a few hours of sleep, that is until the knocking at the door wakes her up. Yawning she opens it to only have her eyes pop out in shock and horror. Cas stands there smiling and bubbly in an even worse outfit than before. She's wearing a tight black, short latex dress with large, clunky heels and her hair up in a high ponytail. A...well, Katy can only call it a collar adorns Cas's neck with matching black cuffs on her wrists. Her make up is similarly edgy and dark with stretched out eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow.
"Cas?"
"Hey Katy. Mason told me you were going to start working at the bar with Cole?"
"Um, y-yeah..."
"Cool. So outfit-"
Cas let her herself into the room and goes straight to Katy's wardrobe. Katy shut the door and makes her way to Cas, maintaining a safe distance to avoid direct line of fire as Cas flings outfits into a heap on the bed. Her usual style it seems. Katy hates to think what her bedroom looks like but then again, she's got more pressing matters. Such as not being dolled up as a mini-Cassandra. "Got it!" cries Cas holding up a waistcoat.


"Okay put these on," she demands handing Katy the waistcoat and a pair of black smart trousers.
"Where's the top?"
"That is it," points out Cas, her finger extended to the waistcoat, "You're in a BDSM club hon, you need to wear sexy clothes."
Katy considers protesting her outfit but Cas is right. She's in a place where she needs to be dressing sexy and compared to Cas's outfit it is a whole lot better for her. Though the fact that she'll have to wear tight, revealing clothes makes her uneasy since those type of clothing only makes her feel cheap and dirty.


Suck it up, Princess.
This isn't so bad, she reasons to herself as she changes in the bathroom. Sure, the black slacks, hug her hips, bottom and the tops of her thighs but then they fall straight down to her feet. It's not too bad, a little more slack around her ass might have been nice but it's not that revealing. The waistcoat on the other hand is a completely different matter. The silk underlining of the cloth feels like heaven on her skin but it's crushing of her breasts upwards, makes her feel like a grubby whore. Not helped by the V-slit of the waistcoat at her collar drawing more attention to them. Worse is that it ends just above her navel, revealing her not-completely flat midriff. A shiver wracks through her body, causing goose-bumps over her exposed skin.


"Cas...I don't think it's-it's...."Katy started, prodding at the folds of her stomach.
As typical as it sounds, Richard had always done little things to make her feel bad about her body-about her weight. He'd glare at her every time she ate even a little piece of chocolate or cheese, or if she missed one of her workout sessions. He'd also openly comment to her how disgusting fat women were and when he'd tied her up he'd make sure to point out rolls of fat over the ropes. And so grew that seed of doubt of her own body image, that grew and grew; and somehow along the way she convinced herself that Richard would be the only one to want her sexually.

"It's what Katy? Perfect. God, I didn't think women could even look that hot in a waistcoat!" compliments Cas admiring the woman in front of her.
Cas had just joined the BDSM club after a long journey finding herself again and since then, she's never been happier. This place, is her safe haven. She can be herself here, so open and free with only acceptance. No one lures her into drugs or sex or self-hatred. And there's so much diversity. She loves the different personalities, sexual orientations, and body figures. Just being here has taught her to see the beauty in everyone, pick out the best features of herself and focus on that rather than see the worst and fixate on those. But most of all, she can to see finally see herself as beautiful and sexy without the validation from others. And that is something Cas hopes Katy will have in her head too by the time she decides to leave.

"No I don't Cas. It's too revealing. And my stomach's showing! I look disgusting in this Cas, come on, there must be something else-"
"Oh no, you don't! Katy! Honey, trust me when I say there is nothing there. There's nothing wrong with it- you look hot. And truthfully, it's a lot more conservative than a lot of others," Cas tries to reassure her.
Katy's not convinced but for the sake of not being a burden she prays for heaven to help her.


Mason goes down early to have a word with Cole. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's nervous as hell. He has no idea how Katy is going to react to the club in full swing and just his luck; it's a show day tonight as well.
"Cole, Katy's going to be helping you down here tonight. And I need you to keep an eye on her," explains Mason.
"Sure thing. If you don't mind me asking, how come?"
Mason inhales sharply before muttering, "she insists on 'earning her keep'."
Cole grins at his boss, trying to keep down the chuckles. Could it be that Mason Carter has finally found a woman that doesn't bow down to his wishes? Normally one look from him and women would be swooning all over him. But he's a pretty laid back person with only a few reasonable demands so they never bother challenging him, and he doesn't bother with the high-strung types. Though, Katy is no high-strung type, with her sweet-as-pie nature, Cole would have bet she would be fawning all over him. Thank god, he didn't because otherwise he would be loosing some serious money.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll watch out for her. Will you be here though?"
"If I need to be. I have a lot of work to do; Adrian's still on my back about the invoices, and I need to get them done tonight," mutters Mason.
As much as he'd love to have the day off he can't afford to. The stress and amount of work that goes into maintain the club and not only keeping his clients but also staff, is something they just don't understand.
"But I'll come down if I need to."
Cole just nods and carries on wiping the glasses, awaiting the newbie.



People are just filing in when Katy appears to help Cole. He smiles at her but makes no comment of her sudden appearance by his side; something, which causes the tiniest bit of unease in her. Does he care that she's there? Or will he be passive aggressive about the whole thing?
Thankfully, he doesn't seem to mind and so side-by-side they set about preparing the bar. And as the club fills up, Katy watches with awe and shock as various costumed people strut about with sexy confidence. There are just so many costumes, some more outrageous than others but all wonderful and fascinating. But even more so extraordinary for her is seeing men crawl with collars around their necks. She whisks the drinks off the bar where Cole is filling them up and piles them up onto a tray before walking around, circulating them. It must be the atmosphere of the club because not once does she feel awkward seeing people display so publically their acts of lust. Some even gaze and assess her in mild interest but it never once feels sickening. They may appraise her but they are careful to maintain their distance and that in some crazy way, boosts her confidence, turning that fake smile real. Perhaps it is just the vibe of the place or perhaps she really is going crazy but to lose her worries and inhibitions like that, even for that night feels amazing.

Suddenly the lights dim further surprising Katy and causing Cole to lightly chuckle.
"Relax sweetheart. It's just show-night. Take a seat; we don't serve drinks during the show. Besides, you'll like this-it's really...something. I hear they've been brainstorming this idea for a while now," clarifies Cole.
Katy nods but is still confused about this 'show'. No doubt it'll be some sort of sex show and that thought in itself causes a stirring at Katy's gut-good or bad, she's not sure yet.




Mason's eyes flicker to the CCTV monitor and more specifically to the one where he can see Katy and Cole sat side-by-side on the bar table, waiting for the show to begin. He heard this one is meant to be a good one and he can only curse his luck, that he can't see it in the audience instead of on screen. Still, he deserves a break, he reasons, unable to tear his eyes from the image of Katy's intrigued expression.




Some sort of marching music starts playing in the background as women clad in tiny scraps of cameo gear enter the stage. There are 3 of them. The first one is the clear leader holding a black whip in her hand and walking with far more superiority than the others. She is dressed in a midriff bearing camouflage top, with her breasts retrained tightly against the material, and as expected it is low cut. Tiny matching shorts are bandaged tightly around her ass and crotch as tall black, heeled boots mould to her feet, all the way up to the tops of her thighs.
Her other two comrades march behind her wear camouflage bikini tops and even tinier black shorts than their leader's. While their attire is similar the other two women are notably different in that they hold hostage two 'prisoners'. One is a stark naked, lanky-framed with tousled chestnut hair, male wearing only fake dog tags, who despite trying to maintain a sombre expression cannot help the smile fighting at his lips. The other is a woman who too wears nothing but her dazed expression.
"How dare you have two have the audacity to fuck in my camp?! I hope the sex was worth it because now you can suffer the consequences of your actions," she announces to them before turning to her soldiers and commanding, "Tie them up."



Katy flinches slightly at woman's harsh tone and the part of having them tied up. Subconsciously, she rubs her wrists the ghost sensation of the burn of ropes she's experienced countlessly before.
"Hey, are you okay?" whispers Cole.
Katy head snaps to him as she simply nods, "yeah. Yeah...I'm fine."
Cole doesn't seem too convinced but he hesitantly looks away and towards one of the camera's in the corner. No doubt his boss will be keeping a closer eye on events tonight than ever before.




Mason nearly does storm downstairs as he eyes Katy's distress but at the small nod that says 'sit tight' Cole sends his way, he barely manages to hold on to his restraint. The thought process having Katy down there had been to help her overcome the shock in a safe environment but perhaps that was too hopeful. It's clearly making her anxious and maybe this silly plan of his is being more detrimental than constructive. In fact, even he doesn't know how much longer he can hold out on watching her struggle internally before his control snaps and he goes down there to 'protect' her.



Back on stage, the Mistress teases her two delinquents sexually. She has her two helper girls play and tease the female prisoner while the Mistress herself, explores the male's body-lightly stroking and brushing over the smooth pale skin.


Katy can feel her body tensing, a wetness evoking in her panties, making her duck her head and blush. She doesn't want to feel the lust swirl through her-she shouldn't be- but the blistering desire only increases in momentum as she watches the drama unfold before her under her lashes.


The Mistress pumps the man's thick, hard phallus as he can only lean back in his chair enjoying the delicious torture. The assistant females meanwhile orally pleasure the bound woman; kissing, licking and sucking her in hunger. Moans and groans echo throughout the room, and even Katy's breath hitches as they near their climaxes. The groans grow faster, louder, deeper and just like that Katy has to cross her legs and will herself to try and not to react, in a futile wish. She can try reasoning to herself as much as she wants, but the fact still remains that somewhere in her she still somehow has the ability to react like this to seeing sexual acts.

"Mistress please...let us...come. I need to...." Breathlessly pleads the woman.


Katy is fascinated as they allow not only the man to come but also the woman. It's a perplexing sight for her to witness. Well, there have been plenty of times she's seen a man being pleasured (or rather Richard being pleasured) but he had always told her that she couldn't be. That she shouldn't. Because it is not her right and it is wrong-serving no real purpose.
So to see a woman come is an entirely new experience. And seeing the pleasure displayed so clearly on her face as she shakes and shudders, has Katy envious.


"It's just getting to the good bit," whispers Cole.


She didn't think there could be more left but when the whips come out, she realises exactly what he means-although; their definitions of 'good bits' vastly differ. Her stomach twists and cramps as she watches in horror as the Mistress raises the whip and brings it crashing down on the man.


The memory breaks through her barriers with no effort at all.


There had been whips- a lot of whips during the 3 years: Long ones, ones with tassels, harsh ones and softer ones. The softer tasselled ones although not as soft as Katy would have liked, in all sickening honestly turned her on. But Richard had quickly pegged onto that and those were gone immediately. After all it would defeat the purpose of it if she were deriving pleasure from it.
Those damn contraptions had torn through her clothes and branded her skin. Even now, faint pale lines mark her, their experience cutting far deeper though. Crying had been a pointless act but a reaction she couldn't have controlled and just to be spiteful, Richard would sometimes, smear those salty teardrops onto her wounds.




"Katy! Katy!" she hears the harsh hissing and looks up to see Cole staring at her intently.
In her peripheral vision she witnesses the whip crashing down invoking a soft shriek from the girl. She focuses back on the performers momentarily noting with some relief that actually, the whip doesn't seem that...harsh, almost sensual actually.


"Are you okay?" asks Cole in confusion.
He isn't sure if she's enjoying the show or not. And since emotions are never just black and white, he also has no idea what to do about it. He's well aware Mason is just a simple signal away and would thunder down in a flash, Cole isn't positive that that's necessary just yet.


Katy stares on, mesmerised as the Mistress, gently strokes the man's díck, squeezing ever-so slightly, enough to have him softly groan. She instructs her 2 girls to assist her pleasuring him, while she shifts to her other prey. Drawing in the poor girl's blushing nípples between her index finger and thumb, she tweaks them sharply, hissing loud enough for the audience to hear, "you've had your fun. Now I'm going to have mine."
She swings the leather cane, landing it with a controlled beat onto the hearty offering of soft breast tissue.


Katy flinches at the sound, shivering as she feels the ghost effect of the cane. Arousal shoots through her like a rising phenoix, her nípples pucking underneath her clothes while her breath shortens. There's a flash of desire, of longing for a partner to stimulate this same amount of lust she's feeling right now and to continue it on into something grander...but there's that fear that perhaps this is all she can feel. And while that is a daunting thought, she quickly pushes past the self-analysis in favour of watching the rest of the show.


Somehow, miraculously she manages to get through it all, and although it has her in a hot frenzied state, she's damn proud of herself for almost managing to suppress the memories of Richard. It may be a small step but at least it's one leading onto the road of retrieving some resemblance of a life.


Letting out a breath of relief, she joins in with the applause as a wide grin overtakes her features.


Mason stares at the screen in astonishment. She actually did it. That brave little vixen actually got through the whole thing and he's damn proud of her for it. Hope rises in him. Perhaps, she is learning to see the pleasure in all this, and maybe one day he can actually love her, physically as well as emotionally...Or maybe that's just some wild dream. Regardless of his own agenda, fantasy or not, he needs to congratulate his warrior.




"Okay, you better start circulating these colder drinks," winks Cole, feeling the own tightening of his trousers.
Thankfully, after years of working with Mason, he knows well enough to wear looser and baggier trousers, especially on show-nights. Oh and the gaining of

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