Kate stood there as her eyes focussed on a black door on the other side of this uninspiring London street. It had a gold number seven on it, and beneath it, a huge brass knocker. It matched the photo on the bespoke playing card, which she was currently twiddling in her fingers.
It was the Ace of Hearts.
She glanced at it once again, and read the words on the card, and smiled. Each rotation had brought further clarity… this was the place.
Kate stepped off the safety of the pavement, and a shiver of anticipation wriggled down her back. It made her pussy quiver and if she had been wearing any knickers, they would have been more than a little damp. Kate was horny. She needed this.
Mrs Kate McMullen had followed the instructions on a series of special playing cards, which she had clandestinely received at work over the last month. She didn’t know for certain whom they had come from, though she had a good idea. After all, they had been secretly playing a dom/sub game for the last few months.
Kate thought back to the last but one playing card, the Two of Hearts. That one had been explicit. It simply said no underwear to be worn except black fishnet stockings.
Like always, she had done what she had been told. Kate was submissive; following commands was what she always did. Every one of the seven playing cards instructions she had obeyed, right from the Seven of Hearts down to the one she currently had in her fingers. She had to. It was what she wanted… and needed.
Kate wore no makeup, and no jewellery, including her wedding ring. On her feet were red stilettos and beneath her heavy winter coat was a simple, black, knee-length dress. That is all she wore other than the stockings.
It was what the Master wanted. It had been written on the Two of Hearts, which was the last playing card she had received before the one she now held in her hand.
There had been only one instruction where she had hesitated. It was on the Three of Hearts. That playing card had told her to remove all her body hair professionally from her neck down. Kate had been shaken. She knew those words meant that she should tell her husband what was going on.
But she didn’t mention it!
Kate walked towards the black door, its pull ever stronger the closer she got. There was no turning back. The click of her high heels was a gentle reminder of her imminent arrival.
The final instruction on the card said, “Knock three times,” and like all the playing cards before it, the card was signed, The Master.
The previous echo of her heels was replaced by the heavy thud of the door knocker as it fell three times. Then silence as that echo faded. It was replaced by a new sound, the click of new heels. It came from behind the black door. It was a sound from another world, one which Kate wanted to embrace; her pussy now crying out that she needed this…
She needed to be punished.
The door slowly opened and standing there was a tall, middle-aged lady. She dressed and looked like a schoolteacher from the nineteen-fifties with her brunette hair tied up in a bun, and thick glasses hanging by a chain around her neck. She wore a tweed business suit.
The ‘schoolteacher’ looked down, past her longish nose, first taking in Kate’s face and then trailing her eyes down her body. She was visually undressing her, and Kate knew it.
“You must be Kate,” the woman said with a slightly posh voice and a smile which was more menacing than warm. “I am Miss Sweet, do come in.”
Kate McMullen stepped nervously across the threshold. As she did so, her mind went back to the start of her journey of sexual discovery, and how she had arrived here.
*****
Kate was eighteen and living in Surrey when she had her first sexual experience. Like many of her friends, she lost her virginity in the rear seat of her college boyfriend’s car. The sex had been both uninspiring and unrewarding. She wanted to enjoy it, but after a couple more feeble attempts, they broke up. Kate quickly moved on through a whole string of lacklustre lovers. However, in doing so, Kate gained the reputation of being a quick, easy lay, and unfortunately, also a cold-hearted bitch.
But that was unfair.
Kate wanted to enjoy sex. She thought it was just a matter of time before she found the right partner and when she did, excitement and enjoyment would come. She frequently masturbated searching for it, the big 'O', but just got frustrated when it never happened.
Her friends told her what it was like, but each time she listened in on their sexual conversations, jealously took hold of her. Her solution was to put a barrier up and cut herself off from sex.
Kate felt that she hadn’t gone through her true sexual awakening.
At nineteen, Kate had given up on boyfriends of her age. She knew she was pretty, with long blonde hair and slender legs that matched her athletic body, though she thought her boobs, though perky, were a little on the small side.
Then something quite expected happened…
With college completed and university dependent on the grades she achieved, Kate took a summer job running errands for a local company. One of the packages she had to deliver was to a property in the countryside, not far outside the Surrey village where she had lived all her life. Kate knew the house. It was well-kept, yet old and mysterious.
As she walked up the gravel drive, she was surprised at how much the property had changed. It had a new owner, and it was now warm and welcoming, and yet, she sensed the property still had a story to tell. It was a thought that caused an unwelcome shiver to go down her spine.
Kate tapped on the large brass knocker and just a few seconds later, an older, tall, thin man appeared. He must have been watching her come up his drive. He looked down at Kate, and it was only then that she noticed his piercing blue eyes. They seemed to see right through her, and a second shiver went down her spine. This one came with uncertainty and some apprehension.
“Yes?” he questioned, his eyes cold and never leaving hers. It was as if he was looking into Kate’s soul.
She handed over the package, but as she did so, something caught her eye. It was a life-size painting on the wall behind the man; its presence making Kate gasp. The canvas showed a naked woman bent over a man’s knee, her bare bottom a rosy red from being spanked.
Her reaction was partly from the shock of what she was seeing, but also the sudden, unexpected pleasurable realisation in her loins.
Was this what she was missing from sex, to be disciplined?
The thought sent a third shiver down her body, this one more of a warm tingle that seemed to go straight to her vagina. She had her answer.
With Kate’s eyes now straining to see the painting, and the package almost forgotten, the tall man introduced himself,
“I am Martin,” and with those words, he stepped aside so the young delivery girl could take in the whole of the painting.
“I have others like it if you want to see them?” Martin’s words came with an air of authority. He had seen her type before. She was submissive. Just the type of woman he preferred to play with. He hoped she might be interested in what he could offer.
Kate entered, and though she didn’t know it then, that step over the threshold would turn out to be a life-defining moment. She had just passed into another world.
Martin was a Dom who liked to have control of submissive females. He had immediately recognised the signs in Kate and was hopeful… and right!
Within an hour, Kate was over Martin’s knee, experiencing new, exciting, erotic feelings. Her pussy was on fire as his bare hand spanked her panty-clad bottom. Kate's moans were of sexual contentment as she realised what she had been missing.
She needed to be punished.
Martin switched to using a paddle and with it, came new, intense, feelings. Kate’s body convulsed uncontrollably as the smack of the paddle came down on her now bare bottom. Those paddle smacks led directly to Kate’s first-ever orgasm, and importantly, both her mind and body never forgot it.
Over the coming months, Kate got to know Martin as she became a regular visitor to his house, or more accurately, to the BDSM dungeon that he had built within it. Their dom/sub relationship became strong, and yet remained secret to all who knew them.
During this time, Martin introduced Kate to the joys of bondage; he also asked her to shave her pubic hair off. This was something she just did; being submissive meant it was not in her nature to question why.
As the months passed, their dungeon games grew more intense. Kate would often be tied up or strapped to a bench. There she would be teased and then disciplined by Martin, but it would always end with Kate being paddled and coming in an earth-shattering orgasm.
They started to use a safe word, 'Porcupine.' It was the name of Kate’s grandmother’s cat. Blindfolds, gags, butt plugs, nipple clamps and leg spreaders were all gradually introduced as their role play became more intense… and addictive.
Slowly, Kate slipped more and more into her submissive side. She just wanted to obey Martin. He was her Master.
After eighteen months, Kate regularly wore a collar to denote her sub-role in their relationship. Gagging became the norm, her sexual cries becoming nothing more than muffled moans.
Her safe word was now joined by the act of her deliberately blinking three times. It was another safety net, but Kate now completely trusted Martin. Her spankings had become an addiction, her bottom was always warm and a rosy red when she left her Master’s dungeon.
Martin never penetrated Kate with his penis, it wasn’t his thing. His cock always remained covered, and she never once saw it. Instead, he used his hands and sex toys as part of their d/s sex games.
However, Kate did not go without sex. Her Master didn’t want that or for her to fall in love with him. So, he ordered her to fuck nameless strangers while away at university. It was during this meaningless sexual intercourse that Kate realised that she could now achieve an orgasm from straight sex.
Later on in their relationship, Martin started to cover his face by wearing a black mask. Incorporated within it was a synthesiser, which gave him a cold, mechanical voice. Like his piercing blue eyes, this unnatural voice could penetrate the very core of Kate’s body.
Their dom/sub relationship went on through Kate’s university years. She returned home as frequently as she could. Kate simply craved the paddle and with it, the joys of both pain and sexual pleasure it brought her body.
However, Kate knew it was always the pull of the paddle that got her hot and without that, she feared those regular orgasms would simply fade away.
Then one day she returned from university, and Martin was gone. She was shocked. There was no note, no explanation, just an empty, sold house. Kate’s sexual world fell apart. She feared that she would always need a Dom, like Martin, in her life.
However, as they say, when one door closes, another door opens…
*****
It was almost on the rebound that she met Josh. His piercing blue eyes immediately attracting her and also reminding her of Martin. Josh was four years older than her, tall and thin, but that was where the similarities ended, as Josh was no Dom. He was sweet and caring, and Kate couldn’t help but fall in love with him.
They married, and Kate tried to push all thoughts of Martin away. She kept telling herself that she didn’t need to be disciplined and spanked. She loved her husband, though she worried their sex life was too vanilla, and without being disciplined, her orgasms would dry up and disappear.
Kate managed to remain faithful to Josh, though she never achieved an orgasm with him through straight sex. Instead, Kate relied on her ever-increasing collection of sex toys to get off.
It took several years of married life before Kate opened up and told Josh her sexual history. She broke down and cried as she went through it all, the desire to be bound, disciplined and, above all, to be spanked with a paddle. She told her husband that she needed discipline and submission to feel sexually liberated.
Josh was shocked, but he was no prude. He even tried to repeat the role Martin played in their BDSM games. But Josh was no Dungeon Master. He just couldn’t discipline Kate in the way she needed to get off and have that big 'O' she so desperately needed once again.
Josh was keen to fulfil the Master’s role, but the trouble was he kept using words like, “Please, love,” and the most infuriating, “Could you?”
Kate wanted to hear forceful words like, “Bitch, fuck,” and her favourite, being called a “Slut.”
It felt as though it was never going to work for Kate, and after many failed attempts with her husband. She decided to push the sub-desire to the back of her mind.
Josh was disappointed that he had failed, and they stopped trying to simulate what Kate so desperately desired. Kate’s orgasms dried up, even when using sex toys.
And there it might have stayed if it wasn’t for Mr Crawford, Kate’s new boss.
*****
Several years had passed, and Kate had just turned twenty-seven, Josh thirty-one, and he was now in a senior position in the city. They had moved to London and lived in a large, plush apartment which overlooked the River Thames. On the surface, their lives could not be any better. They were still in love, wealthy, and at the point in their lives, where they were starting to think about starting a family.
However, their sex life had gone stale. Kate had simply stopped enjoying the sex. Josh knew why and he decided to give her a little space, thinking that perhaps the new job would help.
Working not far from her family home, Kate had recently taken a position as a Personal Assistant to Mr Crawford, the CEO of an American company.