Chapter 5: Kids

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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“DDIIII… YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HERE !!!” A beautiful young woman in her very early twenties with dark hair, a gold nose ring, colorful tattoos that covered most of her right arm, opened the door. 


I was certain there were more inks on some other parts of her body but she was dressed in a jumpsuit getting ready to leave. I haven’t seen this one before. She must have been a new recruit. It was already past midnight. The last client usually left the place by eleven. They were running a little late.


“HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND,” Ddii shouted back from inside the basement flat. 


“I’m not the boyfriend,” I reconfirmed what Ddii had just yelled out. I wasn’t her boyfriend. I haven’t been anyones boyfriend for quite some time.


“Sure you’re not,” the young woman smirked, “you could have fooled me!” she added. 


“I’m Lana by the way. I’ve heard so much about you. Come in. Come in,” she ushered me inside. “Ddii is cleaning up. She will be out shortly.” Lana added.


‘Lana!!!’ an unusual name for a dominatrix, I thought to myself. I was sure she used another alias for her line of work.


I let myself into the reception area and slumped onto the only two seater sofa in the room. You wouldn’t have guessed what went back inside this place from the looks of the waiting room. This is where they made men, women or whomever, relax before they went inside to become unrelaxed. I wasn’t in the mood to become unrelaxed. I already had a relaxing massage before I came there. But she wanted to see me.


I was tired, I had a flight in a few hours and I did not know if I was going to get some sleep before I left for the airport. I knew I could sleep on the airplane. An eight hours flight from London to Chicago ought to be enough to get some shut eye. However, I could not leave before I said goodbye. As I said, she asked me to drop by at twelve. So I’m here.


What I did not expect after I sat down on that couch in the waiting room was for young Lana to come and snuggle next to me. “I was hoping to meet you before I left,” she said. 


I could not remove my eyes from that nose ring of hers. It wiggled every time she smirked. It must have hurt getting that pierced! My fifteen year old daughter wanted to get one of those. Of course I forbade it. Of course she did it anyway.


“You did?!” I squealed when Lana put her hand on my thigh.


“Of course I did,” she replied. “Ddii said I could have a go at you if you were up to it,” her hand crawled up my pants just touching the zipper.


“She did?!” I squealed again.


“Of course she did,” she squeezed. Her nostrils flared, ring danced and my heart stopped. “Unfortunately I have to go. Maybe next time you are in London I could get to know you better.” I breathed a sigh of relief when she stood up and walked away. I did not expect I could be up to it for a third time in one evening. I was past the age when two was not a limit. That is life, unfortunately.


“I’M LEAVING DDII..,” Lana shouted once again before she chuckled. “I SWEAR I DID NOT TOUCH YOUR BOYFRIEND.”


“FOR THE FUCKING TIMES…HEEE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND,” Ddii yelled out at her employee from one of the rooms inside. Unfortunately Lana had not heard her employer’s scolding. She had already closed the door behind her as she left.


For the next few minutes I remained frozen on the sofa waiting for the mistress to finish cleaning up. My heart was pumping. I could barely breath as I contemplated what was going to happen next. When Danielle entered the room I managed to breath again. She was dressed up in a warm jacket, purse on her shoulder ready to close shop for the night. 


I definitely knew what lay in those back rooms inside that basement dungeon of hers. However I was fairly sure I was not up to being invited inside. She must have known that. She just walked over, plucked a kiss on my cheek and said, “let’s go home. I’m dead tired.”


“Where the hell did you find that one?” I asked Danielle as we were leaving her place of business.


“Who? Lana?” She asked. “She’s a feisty one. Isn’t she?“


“She’s a little too young to be a dominatrix. Isn’t she?”


“Yes. I know.” Danielle replied. “It’s tough to find good people these days. But this one has potential. She wants to learn, and she enjoys a good flirt.”


“I can imagine.”


“Yeh.. well you don’t have to imagine for long,” it was Danielle’s turn to smirk. “Next time you’re in London I’ll leave you in her capable hands and you can imagine all you want.”


“Did you really tell her she could have a go at me?” Why was I surprised about that. It’s not like Danielle had not left me in the capable hands of another before. But still, I was surprised. “What else have you told her about us?” 




“Seriously?! Everything !?”




The ten minutes walk from the basement flat to her second floor apartment in Mayfair was mired by silence. That wasn’t usually the case with Danielle. She was never the silent one. She always had something to say, or do, or make me do. I felt she had something on her mind. However, I was afraid to be the one to start that conversation. I just remained silent until she was ready to tell me. That was usually how it worked between us. Whenever there was something Danielle wanted to tell me, she would not hesitate to do so.


We finally reached her place. I had been there a few times before. I never liked to go up there. It always reminded me of what I had become or what could have been. Besides, whenever I do, we usually end up arguing about something. I followed her into the living room as she stopped to talk with the babysitter. 


“Thank you Mrs Kuznetsov.” Daniele thanked her longtime nanny and next door neighbor who had been looking after her daughter for years as Danielle worked at nights. “Did Sam finish her dinner? Did she have a shower? Did she.…” Danielle asked Mrs Kuznetsov.


Mrs Kuznetsov never did like me. Either that or she puffed at anyone whom Danielle invites into her home. After Mrs Kuznetsov puffed her way out, Danielle waved me towards the back room where her Samantha was fast asleep. She smiled as she whispered, “isn’t she beautiful?” Of course she was. She was her mother’s daughter. Beautiful, smart, with a soul that made you love the world. I did not know Samantha that well. I met her a few times in the past couple of  years. I preferred to keep my distance. Her father left a couple of months after she was born. She never knew him. Danielle married that idiot for almost a year. A year or so when Danielle and I were not on good term ourselves. I returned to find Danielle with another Sam in her life and a dungeon for a living. It is strange how our lives went down the drain whenever we were apart and we end up in another sewer whenever we get back together again.


“So how was Giselle tonight?” Danielle asked after she changed into a night jumper and held a cup of tea in her hand. “Her name was Giselle, wasn’t it?”


“Yes Giselle, and she asked me out. So I took her for lasagna after that tantric massage.” I replied. 




“I know. I know.” I reacted. “It was stupid of me.”


“I should not have suggested that agency, but you wanted a massage and they are the best. I know the owner personally. She used to work for me.” Danielle said. “I don’t know why you keep going to that place when my girls could very well give you a massage if you wanted to.”


“I don’t want to impose.”


“Impose?!” She gave out a fake snicker. “That’s a nice way to put it.” 


“How do you want me to put it?”


“I haven’t seen you putting it anywhere most recently,” more snickers. 


True. I had been to London a few of times in the past couple of months. I used to visit Danielle each time I did. I haven’t recently. This time I called her and she insisted she wanted to see me. Of course I could not say ‘No’ to that.


“I have been into tantric most recently. I find it relaxing,” I tried to explain, “I’m afraid your girl’s ideas of relaxing usually involve a whip or an electric wand. That’s too relaxing for me.” My turn to snicker.


“I’m guessing you had another relaxing one after that lasagna!?”


“No. I didn’t.” I replied.


“What do you mean, you didn’t?” Now she was confused.


“She asked me to go up for a drink after dinner but I did not.”


“YOU DID WHAT!?” She yelled at me one more time. “A girl asks you for a fuck and you refused. I thought I taught you better than that. I never knew you could be so insensitive…”


“Will you stop scolding me!!!” I snapped. “Okay I messed up. And it’s all your fault.”


“Why is it always my fault?” She snapped back. 


“Because you are always busy whipping peoples asses and you left me to fend for myself,” I replied. 


“Whipping people arses is what I do for a living. Some of us have to work you know.”


“What does that supposed to mean?”


I knew I should not have come to Danielle’s. When she asked me to come to her home I knew we were going to end up fighting one more time. I was expecting something like that.


“Maybe I should leave,” I tried to stand up but she pulled me back to the coach and snuggled into my arms. “I’m sorry…Please stay,” she was about to cry. I could feel it in the tone of her voice. So I stayed. I stayed waiting for her to tell me what was all that about.


“I’m thinking of sending Samantha to a boarding school,” she finally did.


“Why?” I wasn’t sure why she was even telling me this. Was she asking for my opinion or my approval? She never does. She always did whatever she wanted to do. Besides, I wasn’t even the father. That, I was definitely sure about.


“I’m sure you know why,” she replied. “I can’t raise a child like this,” she finally confessed. “I’m not meant to be a mother. I don’t know how. Heck Mrs Kuznetsov knows more about my daughter than I do. Samantha is old enough to go to a proper school and I have work to do. She needs a good education and someone to take good care of her...”


“She needs her mother,” I interjected. 


“I will always be here for her.” Tears started to fall on my sleeve. “I want to give her everything I never had while I grew up.”


“A dungeon?”


I got a pinch for that insolence. “Money, you silly twerp.” She followed. “And I can’t do that while she is with me. That is not fair for both of us.”


“You could always find a normal job and keep her with you.” I was trying to offer alternatives to her predicament. Or what I thought was best for her child.


“NORMAL JOB PFFFTT?” She chuckled. “I don’t do normal jobs. You know that.”


“Yes I know that,” I confirmed. “Whatever happened to that astrophysics degree of yours? You can always find a job with that.”


“WHAT? What would two hundred pounds a week do to raise a kid these days,” she replied. “Besides, I like what I do. I don’t think I could do anything else. I don’t want to do anything else. We’ve already gone through this. Why are we arguing about that again? I’m not talking about myself here. It’s Sam we are talking about.”


“What about Sam?” I was almost on the verge of crying myself. “Do you want me to tell you it is okay to send your kid to a boarding school? Is this what you want me to say? You know I’m not going to do that.”


“No I don’t. Yes I do.” she lied. “I guess I wanted to know what a father with seven of his own had to say about that. Maybe it was a mistake… maybe… I don’t know. Just forget about it.”


Another episode of uncomfortable silence filled the room once again. I knew I had to say something. I just didn’t know what. “No one is going to give you a good answer to your question Ddii… Not me.  Not any father, not another mother. You just have to do what you think is best for Sam. She is the one that matters now. When people decide to have kids, their lives are not their own anymore. It is theirs. You know how I feel about that...”


“Yes I know… I also knew I did the right thing asking you about Sam.”


“So you’re not going to send your daughter to a boarding school?” I thought I won the argument.


“Oh nooo. No. I am,” she replied. “You just made me realize Samantha is all I got in this world. And I think I’m doing the right thing sending her to that school. That is what is best for her.”


“If you had already made up you mind then why did you ask me to come up here tonight?”


“I wanted a fuck.” She gave that smile that made the world look beautiful. I guess that did run in the family.


“You do realizes you daughter is sleeping in the next room.”


“I know,” she said. “I’ll be quite this time….” Which was not usually the case when it came to Danielle. Nothing this woman does was usual. Maybe that’s why I keep cuming…


Submitted: September 19, 2022

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