Amelia closed the door and leaned against it with a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the day's stresses lift from her shoulders. The house was quiet, and the lights were low, the only illumination coming from a soft glow filtering out from beneath the closed door of the den.
She took a moment to breathe in the familiar scent of the home she'd shared with her husband, John, for the last ten years and then walked quietly down the hall.
"Hi, honey. I'm home," she called as she pushed the door open.
The den was a comfortable space, with overstuffed furniture and dark wood bookshelves. The shelves were lined with books, pictures, and knickknacks that held sentimental value. They were the tangible reminders of the lives that she and John had built together, and despite the long hours she worked, she was grateful for the life she'd made.
"I know, I'm late but-," she said, placing her coat down on the high chair.
She crossed the room and came to a stop before her husband who was bulldozing inside her best friend on her vintage round couch.
"Amelia," John said, his voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise.
His eyes were glazed, his face flushed, and his cock was rock-hard, thrusting in and out of her best friend's wet pussy.
"Sorry, I didn't realize you had company," she said, forcing a smile.
She was surprised, to say the least. She hadn't expected to see john like this, but she somewhat expected her so called friend to make a move one of these days; she just didn't think he'd be dumb enough to take it.
"Don't mind me. You two, carry on," she said, turning away from them grabbing her coat from the chair and grabbing the tissue box off of the counter.
"No, Amelia, don't go," John protested.
Amelia looked at him and sighed, "Here Johnathan", she said, throwing the tissue box on the chair and walking towards him.
She took a picture of both of them than placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him gently on the forehead.
"we're definitely getting a divorce," she said.
"What? Amelia, no. We can talk about this. It's not what you think," John pleaded.
"Yes, it is. And we can talk about it with our lawyers, but you and I both know I won't change my mind. Now, if you'll excuse me.
And as for you, whore, I'll see you tomorrow at the office. Have a good night."
"Oh, and before i forget Johnathan," Amelia said, looking back at them. "She has syphilis the way, though you should know" she said with a smile.
It was funny seeing his dick shank a bit with the sudden shock, she wasn't worried though. Her husband wasn't exactly packing.
"What can i say, karma's a bitch,"
And with that, she slammed the door close behind her.
Amelia didn't have a destination in mind when she got into her car and started driving. She just needed to get out, to put as much distance as she could between herself and the wreckage of her marriage.
John. Her mind turned back to the image of her husband buried inside her best friend. A best friend that she thought she could trust. She'd seen the signs. She just didn't want to believe that someone she cared about, someone she trusted, would betray her like that.
The hurt and anger twisted her insides and a wave of grief washed over her, threatening to break her apart.
Her vision blurred and a tear slipped down her cheek, quickly followed by another and then another.
She swiped the back of her hand across her cheek, but it was a futile effort, as more tears fell, blurring her vision and making it impossible for her to drive.
She pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. Sitting there in the darkness, she let her tears flow freely. She grieved for the loss of her marriage and the betrayal of her friend, but she also grieved for herself.
She grieved for the dream of the future she thought she had. She grieved for the time she'd wasted trying to make her marriage work. And she grieved for the woman she could have been if she'd had the courage to live her life on her own terms.
As the tears subsided, she took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. "Fuck, my makeup's running"
She stared out the window at the night sky and took another deep breath, filling her lungs with the crisp, clean air.
Her thoughts turned to her work. She had a presentation to give tomorrow and a stack of paperwork on her desk, but the last thing she wanted to do was go back to her office and pretend like nothing had happened.
She looked around and realized she was only a few blocks from a place she'd heard her coworkers mention, but she'd never been.
A discreet members-only club, with a strict privacy policy and a reputation for catering to the most discerning clientele.
She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was just after eight o'clock, and the place didn't close until two in the morning.
She hesitated, then grabbed the black card her coworker had given her for it from her purse.
She took another deep breath and made a decision.
She started the car and pulled back onto the street.
The club was located in an upscale part of town, nestled among a cluster of high-rise office buildings and trendy restaurants.
The exterior was nondescript, the only indication that it was a club was the discreet sign above the door that read 'consent'.
Amelia climbed the stairs and paused at the entrance. There was a camera mounted above the door and a buzzer next to the door.
She pressed the button and waited.
A moment later, the door opened, revealing a tall, dark-haired man in his mid-thirties.
"Welcome to Consent. Can I see your membership card please?"
He asked in a polite, but firm, tone.
Amelia fished the card out of her wallet and handed it to him."Is this what you mean?", The man studied it for a moment, then nodded and handed it back. "Follow me, please." He opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter.
The interior of the club was tastefully appointed, with plush furniture, a well-stocked bar, and a variety of other amenities. A large fireplace dominated one wall, providing a warm, inviting ambiance. A few members were scattered around the room, talking in hushed tones and sipping cocktails.
The man led her to a small desk tucked away in a corner and indicated for her to sit. "My name is Charles, and I'll be your host for the evening. If there's anything you need or any questions you have, don't hesitate to ask."
"Thank you," Amelia replied, taking a seat.
"Now, before we go any further, there are a few things we need to cover. First, all memberships are non-transferable, so you must come with your guest at the same time, and second, all guests must sign a confidentiality agreement, which prevents them from disclosing the identity or details of any member. Are you okay with that?"
Amelia nodded, and Charles handed her a form to sign. Once she had signed, he placed the form in a file folder and set it aside. "Great. Now that that's taken care of, what can I get you to drink?"
Amelia smiled. "A martini would be lovely."
Charles nodded and headed off to the bar to fix her drink. "i know it's supposed to be discreet but i didn't think it'd be that discreet'' Amelia thought, as she looked around.
"I thought the same too when I first started working here". Amelia turned round to see a woman now sat down beside her, looking at her intently. "Are you new?" the woman asked.
"Yes, I'm Amelia. Nice to meet you", she said, offering her hand.
"Elena, nice to meet you too. I've never seen you here before. Is this your first time at a place like this?"
"Yes, it is. I'm usually more of a control freak, but lately, I've been craving something else, and my coworker recommend i come here," Amelia admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Elena nodded, a knowing look on her face. "I understand. Sometimes we need to give up control and let go. To surrender to someone else and allow them to take care of us."
Elena's voice was smooth and husky, and her words sent a shiver down Amelia's spine. "Do you know what this place is for darling? How is works?" Elena asked, leaning forward and running a finger along Amelia's arm.
"Well i have an idea but no, i don't know, mind telling me?", Amelia said, looking at the woman.
"Why don't i show you instead love, it's a bit better that way", Elena stood up and held out her hand to Amelia.
"Follow me," she said with a smile.
Amelia hesitantly took Elena's hand and let her lead her down the stairs and into a private room.
"What is this?" Amelia asked, looking around the room.
"This is your first time, is it not?", Elena replied.
"Yes, I've never done anything like this before," Amelia admitted.
"Well, we're going to play a game. You're going to pick a card from the deck, and whatever it says, we're going to do. Sound fair?" Elena explained, a glint of mischief in her eye.
"Um, okay. What kind of game is it?" Amelia asked, intrigued.
"It's a game where you surrender your control and submit to my desires. If you do that, I promise you will experience the most intense pleasure of your life."
Amelia was unsure. It was hard to relinquish control. But something inside her wanted to try. She reached out and picked a card from the deck.
"What does it say?" Elena asked.
Amelia turned the card over and read it out loud, "Spank Me."
"Oh, that's a fun one. Come here."
Amelia approached Elena nervously, and she placed her hand on Amelia's waist and turned her around. She pulled her back against her body, and Amelia could feel Elena's hot breath on the back of her neck.
Elena ran her hands along Amelia's body, tracing her curves. She reached around and cupped her breasts through her shirt, gently squeezing and kneading them. She felt a stirring between her legs, and Elena's touch set her skin on fire.
Elena pulled away from Amelia for a moment and moved her hand to her ass and then suddenly smacked her right cheek, causing Amelia to jump a bit in shock.
"Did you like that?" Elena asked in a sultry tone.
Amelia nodded her head yes, not being able to say the words. She did like it; she had never felt so turned on before in her life.
Elena gave her another spank on the same ass cheek. This time, Amelia felt herself becoming wet with desire. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into the feeling.
"Tell me how it feels," Elena whispered into her ear.
"It feels... good," Amelia murmured.
"Mmm, good," Elena purred, trailing her fingers down the small of Amelia's back.
Amelia shivered with anticipation. Amelia felt Elena's hands trailing around her hips towards her belt buckle and slowly unzipping her pants. Amelia felt her pants loosen around her waist and then Elena's hands were on her ass, pushing the pants down to the floor. Amelia stepped out of them, her breathing getting heavier as Elena's hands explored her body.
Elena grabbed Amelia's ass, squeezing it tightly. "So, I see you like a little pain with your pleasure, Amelia," Elena said, smacking Amelia's ass again.
Amelia let out a soft moan and bit her lower lip. "Yes, I like it," Amelia breathed.
Elena smirked, her eyes full of desire. "Good."
Elena gripped the nape of Amelia's neck and told her to get on her knees and lay her head on the seat behind her.
Amelia followed Elena's instructions, feeling her heart racing in her chest and her pussy getting wetter by the second.
"Are you ready to be a good girl and take your spanking love?" Elena asked in a sultry voice.
"Yes, I'm ready," Amelia replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Good girl. Now, tell me. What's your safe word?"
Amelia paused for a moment, considering. "Um, I don't know. I've never done this before. How about red?"
Elena chuckled softly. "Okay, red it is."
With that, she grabbed Amelia by the hips and gave her a sharp smack to her ass, making Amelia jump.
"Oh!" Amelia cried out, feeling the sting of the slap.
"What's the matter, darling? Don't you like it?" Elena asked, giving her another smack.
"No, it's just, ah, I've never had anyone, ooh, spank me before," Amelia said, letting out a gasp as Elena struck her again.
"Well, there's a first time for everything. Besides, I think you're enjoying it," Elena said, giving Amelia a knowing smile.
Amelia's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to disappoint you."
"Oh, honey. You're not disappointing me," Elena assured her. "I just want you to let yourself go and enjoy the moment."
Elena's words were soothing, and Amelia relaxed a bit, letting herself sink into the sensation of Elena's hands on her skin.
Elena's fingers trailed across Amelia's back, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy growing wetter. She bit her lower lip, holding back a moan.
"Let yourself go, darling. There's nothing to be ashamed of here" Elena cooed.
Amelia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She let the tension melt from her body, allowing herself to sink into the moment. She could never feel this good with her husband; correction, her Ex-husband.
"That's it, love. Let yourself go." Elena's fingers traced down her back, making Amelia shudder with desire.
Elena's hands cupped her ass, kneading and squeezing the flesh. Amelia moaned, feeling her pussy growing wetter by the second.
"Does that feel good, Amelia? Do you like it when I touch you like this?"
"God, yes. It feels so good," Amelia panted.
"I'm glad you like it. I'm just getting started," Elena said, giving Amelia's ass another slap.
Elena's hand moved between Amelia's legs, teasing her pussy through her panties. "Mmm, you're so wet. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Yes," Amelia gasped.
"Tell me. Tell me how much you're enjoying this," Elena ordered, giving Amelia's ass a sharp slap.
"I love it. I love it when you spank me," Amelia moaned. "Good girl," Elena said, rubbing her clit through the fabric of her panties.
Amelia squirmed under her touch, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body, it was too much to handle: she wanted more. "Please, I need more," Amelia whimpered.
"Oh, you need more, do you? Tell me, Amelia. Tell me what you want," Elena demanded, giving Amelia's ass a sharp slap.
"I want... I want you to fuck me please," Amelia begged. "Hmm, I think I can do that," Elena said, sliding Amelia's panties down her legs. She spread Amelia's legs apart and dipped her fingers into her wet pussy, teasing her clit.
"Oooh," Amelia moaned, her hips bucking against Elena's hand.
"That's it, darling. Let yourself go. Just feel," Elena murmured.
Amelia lost herself in the sensation, her hips rocking against Elena's hand as she brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her pussy clenched, her thighs quivered, and the tension grew in her core.
"I'm... I'm..." Amelia gasped, feeling her release build.
"Cum for me, love. I want to see you cum," Elena coaxed, rubbing Amelia's clit faster.
"Oh, fuck," Amelia moaned, her body shuddering as her orgasm hit her.
Her pussy gushed, and her body went limp, but Elena was not done with her yet, she pushed one and two of her fingers in Amelia's-soaked pussy while still using her thumb and index finger to massage her clit.
The stimulation was too much, Amelia couldn't take it. She screamed Elena's name, her body convulsing as she fell to the cold floor into a puddle of her own release.
Amelia looked up at the woman, panting. She had never felt such incredible pleasure before; not even when she pleasured herself.
"Now love, we aren't done, are we?" she said with a smug smile on her face. "Get back up and keep your position, darling."
Amelia struggled to regain control of her shaking legs, rising slowly as if waking from a dream, unsure whether this was all a fantasy.
Amelia's breathing began to slow as she regained her senses, a light sheen of sweat covering her naked skin in the warm glow of the lights.
"Excellent. Let's try a different position, shall we?" Elena suggested as her hand slipped gently up her calf towards her inner thigh, sliding firmly between her legs, one finger running back and forth.
"Oh...oh, okay. Just a little longer, yeah?" Amelia stumbled over her words as the sensation sent sparks of electricity through her body, the excitement in her mind growing quickly.
"We are going to play a game, pet", Elena said in a smooth, low tone as she kissed her ear lobe and licked up her neck before trailing her teeth across the sensitive skin and moving her lips to the opposite ear
"Do you want to know the rules, pet?"
Amelia knew what this woman was capable of and that anything beyond those boundaries could and probably would happen.
She knew Elena's control over her was her attraction. Amelia liked to be put in a subservient role, to have her power stripped, and to have someone else decide her fate as she'd always been the dominant; at her work, at home, and in her relationships.
This dynamic was something that excited her, and she was ready to dive right in and learn a bit more about herself in the process.
Amelia gulped as she realized she was about to step (more) outside of her comfort zone. She had always loved adventure, but not the type that required giving up control, though it didn't mean she couldn't give in every once in a while.
As she gazed at her, Elena saw her expression change.
"Amelia, darling, you are in for the time of your life, love. I'm going to make sure of it."
Amelia smiled as she felt the warm rush of excitement spreading throughout her body.
"What are the rules?" she asked.
Elena stood up, holding a riding crop in her hand, tapping it gently against the palm of her other hand as she moved towards Amelia.
"You are not to move from the position I put you in. You are not allowed to speak unless I ask you a direct question, and you will address me as ma'am. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am." Amelia replied, her body trembling with excitement as the anticipation built.
"Good. Now, let's get started," Elena said as she slowly circled Amelia, taking in the sight of her naked form.
She ran her fingertips along Amelia's back and down her hips, savoring the feel of her soft skin.
Elena reached down and gently cupped Amelia's breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks as she pressed her body against her.
She placed soft kisses along Amelia's neck, nibbling and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
Amelia moaned softly, her body responding to Elena's touch, the ache of her desire growing stronger.
Elena's lips found Amelia's, her tongue slipping inside her mouth, exploring and tasting her. Amelia melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively moving to Elena's hips, pulling her closer.
Elena broke the kiss, gently pushing Amelia's hands away. "Ah ah ah, no touching, pet. Remember the rules."
"I'm sorry, ma'am. I won't do it again," Amelia said breathlessly.
Elena smiled, trailing her fingers down Amelia's stomach, teasing her with light touches.
She leaned in and whispered in her ear, "That's a good girl. Now, bend over and spread your legs wide."
Amelia obeyed, bending at the waist and placing her hands on the seat. She spread her legs, exposing herself to Elena's gaze.
She felt vulnerable and exposed, but she didn't care, she wanted more.
Elena ran the tip of the crop along Amelia's inner thigh, tracing patterns on her skin.
"You have such a beautiful body, Amelia," Elena murmured, admiring the sight of her.
"Thank you, ma'am," Amelia replied, her voice trembling with excitement.
"Are you ready for me to begin?" Elena asked.
"Yes, ma'am." Amelia said, her body tingling with anticipation.
Elena moved behind her and gently ran the tip of the crop along Amelia's inner thigh, tracing patterns on her skin.
"I want you to count each strike for me, Amelia." Elena said as she continued to tease her, slowly moving the crop higher and higher.
"One." Amelia said, her voice shaking slightly as the first strike landed, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body.
"Two." Amelia moaned, feeling the sting of the crop as it connected with her flesh.
"Three." Amelia said as the next strike landed, the pain and pleasure mixing together, intensifying her desire.
"Four." Amelia counted, her voice rising in pitch as the pain mixed with pleasure.
"Five." Amelia breathed as the crop struck her ass again, the sensation sending a wave of heat through her body.
"Six." Amelia moaned, the sound of her voice filling the air.
The rhythm of the strikes continued, each one hitting harder than the last. The pain mixed with pleasure, pushing Amelia closer and closer to the edge.
"Seven." Amelia gasped, the pain and pleasure overwhelming her senses.
"Eight." Amelia cried out, her voice rising in pitch as the pain mixed with pleasure.
"Nine." Amelia breathed, her body trembling as she felt herself nearing the edge.
With one more strike, a hard one to her pussy this time, Amelia was sent over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her body, the waves of pleasure crashing over her again and again, until she finally collapsed on the floor, spent and satisfied.
Elena looked down at her, a satisfied smile on her face. "You forgot to count, pet."
Amelia looked up at her, her eyes shining with desire and overstimulating pleasure; lying on the cold floor in a puddle of her own mess, her once neet hair is now messy and strands stuck to hee face with her sweat. Amelia's body trembled, the ache of her desire for more still coursing through her.
"Ten."
Amelia looked up at her, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Good girl."
Part 2?