Chapter One
Viv pulled her hair up and fastened it to her head in preparation for the wig. As a professor at the University, it wouldn't do for anyone to recognize her naked and getting flogged in a BDSM club. So she hid her long blond hair with a short dark brown wig. It was a professional wig designed to stay on and survive even a Broadway performance or a circus act. Next she covered her electric blue eyes with green contacts. And finally came the makeup, with her eyes done in a way that made her look feline. Tonight she left off the mascara on the lower parts of her eyes though, as she had a feeling there might be tears. Waterproof mascara didn't always live up to the claims. She didn't skimp on the blush, putting on more of it than she'd ever wear as Professor MacNeill. The look was finished off with dark burgundy lip dye that only came off with a special kind of remover. When she was done she looked more exotic than slutty, which was good, since she wasn't going for slutty. She'd come face to face with a few of her college students and none had recognized her as their professor, so it was a good disguise. One person at the club knew who she was, but he was her good friend's husband and he worked security there at night to help pay off their student loans.
Tonight she was meeting Master James again, and this would make three nights in a row. She'd met him night before last and he had quite literally turned her world upside down. Normally she wouldn't go to the club on a Sunday night, but he had arranged to have food brought into one of the private rooms so they could have dinner together and talk some before having another intense scene. Viv had let him know she would need to leave the club by 10:30 since she had an early morning on Monday and he said that was perfect. He asked her to be there at 4:30 and she wondered what they were going to do for six hours. She thought about getting herself off before she got dressed but then decided not to. There was no telling what he had in store for her later, but if tonight were like the other nights with him she would be having at least a couple of dozen orgasms before returning home tonight.
Viv reached for a pair of soft brown leather pants and then debated between a corset shirt and a feminine silk blouse. Normally it would be the corset shirt, as that fit her Katrina disguise. But as Viv she wore more feminine clothes, and for some reason she wanted to show that side of herself to Master James. She knew she was heading into dangerous territory with her heart, but she also realized that she'd already fallen for him and that denying it to herself was kind of silly.
The cab gave its little beep-beep to let her know it had arrived just as she headed downstairs. She always took a cab to the club because she drove an electric car that was pretty recognizable, and it wouldn't do for someone to see her getting out of her car as Katrina. After a fifteen minute drive the cab pulled to the members’ﾁ entrance to the club, but because she was there so early in the day there was no doorman waiting to open the door and usher her inside. After paying the driver and using her member’s card to unlock the door, Viv waved to the camera in the outer lobby before using her card to gain entry into the changing room. She put her purse and long coat into a locker before spinning the combination lock.
She stepped out of the locker room as Katrina, and headed up the stairs to the private room that Master James had reserved for them. The rooms in the club had various themes: there was a stable, a few doctor's offices, a medieval dungeon, a couple of bedrooms, a school classroom, and a formal dining room with a table that doubled as a bondage table. Tonight they were in the formal dining room. Viv walked in and immediately saw a huge candelabra in the center of the table that must have held more than thirty candles, all of them lit. She noted one of the padded sawhorses back in a dark corner of the room, and she saw a number of items on a side table, but she couldn’t really see what was there. The room had false stained glass windows that were softly backlit to give the effect of real windows at dusk. And it smelled wonderful. He had asked what foods she liked and didn't like and then told her that what they were having for dinner would be a surprise. She didn't see Master James at first, and when he stepped out of the shadows she jumped.
"You startled me."
"I apologize. You look lovely tonight, Kitten."
"Thank you, Sir. You look quite handsome yourself."
Tonight he was wearing black dress pants and a royal blue dress shirt that looked like it had been tailored just for him. His shoulder-length black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and his dark chocolate brown eyes seemed to see right through her. He smiled at her now, a smile that was gentle and commanding at the same time.
He walked to her and reached for the back of her head, tilting it so he could kiss her. She felt her body submitting to his as she melted under his kiss. It was a gentle kiss, but it was still a demanding kiss. Master James had that gentle but demanding thing down pat, and it never failed to turn her on.