Down in the Zero

Pansy put her head in my lap, making her downshifting–diesel noise of contentment as I scratched behind her ears.

The next night, in the apartment.

'You ready?' I asked.

'Yes.' Fancy was nude again, standing in the high heels, the white bandage stark against her right cheek. She bent over, dialed the phone.

'Charm? I'm back!'

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'No, it's perfect. You were right. I'm really out now.'

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'No, he went off somewhere. I'm not allowed to move from the corner where he put me. He's…perfect, now. That's why I called. I want to…give him something. He's really into it now, the scene. He wants to do a double. The whole thing. Over the barrel. I have to bring him … another slave. I mean, maybe I don't have to, but it would be— '

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'Yes! Do you think Sybil would— ?'

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'Really? Charm, you'd do that for me. Oh, that's perfect. Can I— ?'

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'Okay. It has to be late, though. He's not ready for a group thing. After it closes, all right?'

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'And I'm in charge, Charm. You might have to really take it. He's— '

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'Oh, that's great. Thank you so much. I'll see you.'

The parking lot at Rector's was dark. A little past four–thirty in the morning. The white Rolls was the only car there, standing right next to the back door. I pulled Fancy's NSX in next to it.

She opened the door and we stepped inside. Fancy unzipped her dress. Underneath, she was wearing her domina outfit— all black leather— restraining, displaying, threatening. Her spike heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to the cabinet just past the long bench. She came out with a black whip, a cat–o'–nine–tails with a short stock.

She walked beside me, flicking the whip lightly against her hip. All the way down the hall to a room with a red door. I started to reach for the handle. She pulled at my hand, pointed to the back of her thighs, nodded emphatically. I took the whip she handed me, watched as she bent over, cracked it across the back of her muscular thighs a few times, more sound than fury, being careful to stay away from the bandage. She let out a moan, turned and winked at me. Then she took the whip from my hand and opened the door.

Charm was sitting in a straightback chair, facing the doorway, dressed in a schoolgirl's sailor suit, blue top over a white pleated skirt. She had on the Mary Jane shoes with straps, plain white socks. Her long hair was combed into pigtails, each one anchored with a white ribbon. Right out of the fetish catalog.

I nodded at Fancy. She stalked over to Charm, every scene–freak's fantasy, the domina turning submissive, following orders. Turning the tables.

'You're a bad, disobedient little bitch,' she said. 'Aren't you?' Charm hung her head.

'Answer me when I speak to you!' Fancy snarled, grabbing Charm's hair, pulling her face up.

'Yes,' she said, looking just past Fancy's hip, catching my eye, in control. That's how she thought this was going to end…with a cluster fuck.

'Yes what?' Fancy demanded, slapping Charm hard across the mouth.

'Yes, mistress.'

'You know what happens to bad girls?' Fancy said, slapping her again.

'Yes, mistress.'

'All right, miss. Get up. Right now!'

Charm got to her feet. Fancy pointed at a barrel standing off to one side. It was full–size, standing in a shallow wooden cradle so it wouldn't roll. Charm lay on the barrel, face down. Fancy fastened the wrist and ankle straps, pulling them tight. Then she lifted Charm's skirt to expose the white cotton schoolgirl panties.

'You're a bad girl!' she said again. 'And now you're going to pay for it.' Fancy picked up the little whip and held it high— I could see the hard muscle flex in her arm. She cracked it across Charm's bottom, again and again. Charm groaned.

'You better keep your smart mouth shut, bitch. Or I'll really give you something to cry about,' Fancy said, whipping her more.

It went on and on. Longer than I thought anyone could take it, but Charm didn't make another sound. Finally, Fancy stepped back, tossing the whip aside. Then she pulled down Charm's panties, displaying the violent red stripes.

'She's ready for you now, master,' she said to me.

I stepped behind Charm, put one hand on the small of her back. My right hand flashed.

'Aaaargh!' It was a scream of rage.