Fleur III: Suffer Club

A few hours later, Fleur was on her way back to the place where this new adventure had started. She felt a mix of excitement and healthy fear when she exited her taxi cab and approached the building for a second time. She noticed the dreary and run-down nature of the area even more than she did first time she went. Maybe the combination of rain and darkness had made it seem worse this time.

No muffled music this time, no grumpy doorman. Fleur was told to call a number when she arrived and when she did, a young woman answered and let her in through the same door she came in before. The club under the boxing ring was empty.

“Hi, I’m Fleur,” she said with a smile.

“You’re a little early,” the girl said. She was dressed elegantly and wore oversized glasses on her small nose. She seemed to be checking out Fleur with an air of arrogance, looking down on her guest, who came in dressed in simple baggy sweat pants and matching hoodie, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head and a small duffel bag with only the bare necessities in it.

“I’ll take you upstairs where you can wait.”

Fleur nodded and followed the girl back to the space where she had first seen Natan and Dominika.

“I think they’ll be here in about ten, fifteen minutes,” the girl in the glasses said, adding: “You can go here to the left and do whatever you girls do before they come pick you up. Make sure you drink the milk. It’s still fresh.”

Fleur shrugged as the girl walked away again. “Typical,” she thought, “didn’t even say her name. ‘Drink the milk?’ What the fuck?”
The short corridor to her left led to a dressing room with a make-up table with a mirror, lights and hair dryer, a shower cabin and a simple futon, upon which Fleur dropped her bag. There was a 1.5 liter milk carton on a small table, small droplets of water on the packaging like morning dew. It was excessively warm and humid in the room and she unzipped her hoodie before taking it off and tossing it next to her bag.

The milk carton had a post-it note. “Drink it all. XO -D,” it said. Fleur figured it was a test of her obedience. Since she wanted to make a good impression, she opened the carton and drank a large part of the milk.

Topless she walked up to the large mirror at the make-up table and checked herself out in the mirror. She undid her bun and let her long bright blonde hair fall down to frame her face before she applied some heavy makeup for today. It was time to doll up and impress these people.

As she was finishing up, she heard a knock on the door behind her and turned around. It was Erin, who greeted her warmly, followed by Mistress Dominika. Both women were similarly dressed to the first time Fleur had seen them, but now they both wore all black.

“Welcome back, dear,” Erin said. “Anais messaged me that you were already in and that she showed you here. I would like to formally introduce you to Dominika.”

The young women greeted each other politely. Mistress Dominika towered more than a foot over Fleur, who now, for the first time, realized how damn tall this girl was when standing right next to her.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Erin said. “Did you have a good time at David’s?”

“Yeah,” Fleur said. “I will go back to him soon, we made some plans.”

“She won’t go easy on you because you made plans, you know that, right? All the stuff we discussed before still applies.”

“Yeah, of course. I understand,” she replied.

“We have a slight change of plans for tonight,” Erin continued. “Natan can’t make it here, unfortunately.”

“Aww shit, really?” Fleur responded.

“Yeah, but Dom has made some last-minute arrangements to make up for it. She will explain it to you. I will leave you two to it and will talk to you after you had your fun.”

“Wait,” Fleur hastily responded. “The stuff we messaged about? Is that still on?”

“The chem stuff?” Erin asked.

Fleur nodded. “It still depends on tonight?”

“Dom will explain it to you, she knows of your request. I hope you don’t mind that I showed her some of your portfolio. She needed to know that you’re not just a wannabe with a pretty face. Good luck!”

“A wannabe with a pretty face?” Fleur wondered to herself while Erin made her way out of the room again. “I guess convincing Erin was not enough,” she thought. “Fuck, the guy would probably have been easier to impress. I’ll really have to convince Dom today.”

“I have some rules,” Mistress Dominika interrupted Fleur’s racing mind.

“Yes,” Fleur said, “Erin explained to me…”

“I don’t care what Erin said to you, you listen to me now. And you only speak when I ask something of you.” The young mistress spoke with a calm and concise tone. “I’m sure she told you about the ‘presenting’ shit and such, but that’s not how I work. This is not a show and I am not here to play a role with you.”
Fleur looked up at the mistress who towered over her and took in the seriousness of the whole situation.

“Do you understand?” Dominika asked.

“Please tell me your rules, Mistress.”

“Good. You learn these things quick,” Dominika replied. “Did you drink my milk?”

Fleur looked over at the half-empty carton and nodded. “It’s not fully done yet.”

“Well, get on with it!” Dominika commanded. Fleur walked over to the carton and started drinking the other half of the milk while her new mistress explained to her how things worked.

“Since you will not be living with me like my piglets, but will be coming in every so often, there will be no ‘presenting’, or banter. You do that with others if you like. Between us, there will be only one rule: when you are with me, you let me do with you what I want. Whatever it is, whoever is around. And you do whatever I tell you without hesitation. You will be used as a simple no limits bitch, do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress, Erin explained to…”

“Stop it with Erin, you are with me now.” Dominika cut her off again. “And with me, things work a little different. I want you to know there is never a second chance with me. I am giving you a little test today and if you fail, I will not work with you again, no matter what Natan or Erin say. She has played me some videos that showed me you can take a lot of pain, but I am curious to see if you are really what I want. It is not all about pain, you know. I hear this story of torture on drugs, is this true?”

“Yes, Mistress, what she told you is true.” Fleur had finished the carton of milk and put it down, then she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“This is something I have never done and I don’t know if it really interests me, I have to say,” Dominika replied. “I have a lot on my mind right now, too, family stuff.”
It was not the answer Fleur was looking for and it disappointed her. Dominika had indeed been distracted with concerns about her sister Barbara, who had been kicked out of their older brother Michael’s house earlier in the day after a tumultuous three weeks for being ‘a total brat’. She had been living with him and his fiancée for the past month after their mentally unstable mother lost custody over the girl, who had just turned fifteen the week before. Dominika had not heard back from her stepdad Stefan about her proposal for Barbara to live with him and his new wife Katrin, and she was kind of worried. She was sure to ask Stefan about it later on.  

Fleur saw a glimpse of hope when the mistress continued. “But I have some things some good friends want to try with a girl like you and maybe you can help me there. You help me, I help you.”

“What is it that you want, Mistress?”

“Like I said, whenever you are with me, you will be a no limits bitch, a shameless, uninhibited, filthy pain whore.”

Just hearing those words spoken by the impressive tall dominant woman in front of her made Fleur tingle all up and down her spine. She was determined to do whatever it took to impress her.

“How do I commit? Tell me how I can prove to you that I am worthy?”

The mistress didn’t say anything, but stepped forward and reached for Fleur’s bare breasts, grabbing them and squeezing them hard together. Fleur gasped.

“So, yours are real, that’s what I thought after seeing your videos.”
Fleur nodded.

“Good. I don’t want to be poking around in there with something sharp and rupture a silicone bag or something,” the mistress said matter-of-factly. She then lit a cigarette, but didn’t offer Fleur one.

“How do you prove yourself?” Dominika bounced Fleur’s question back at her.

“Come,” she said as she calmly walked to the door, “just take off the rest of your clothes and follow me. People are waiting.”