The Most Pleasurable Pain

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Devon pulled into the driveway of a sprawling two-story Victorian style home. She drove around to the back of the house and parked her vehicle in the garage. She locked up her vehicle and headed to the front entrance. She inserted her key into the lock, opened the door, and was greeted with the sounds of moaning and screaming. Devon smiled and thought, “Just another day at the office.” Walking into her office, she locked the door, and kicked off her black T-strap suede heels. The hardwood floors of her office were polished to a brilliant shine. Crossing over to her desk she ran her hands over the black marble that felt cold beneath her hand. Sitting in her leather chair, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the buttery softness of the chair. This would be the only time today that she would be able to relax and she was going to relish every moment of it. A knock on the door brought her out of her quiet solitude. “Who is it”, Devon asked. “It’s Lisa, Lady Devon.” “Just a moment’, Devon replied. She rose from her chair and walked over to the door. Passing by her heels, she stopped and slipped them back on her feet. Opening the door, Lisa her assistant was waiting with down casted eyes. “Good morning, Lisa, How are you?” Lisa lifted her eyes to meet Lady Devon’s, smiled, and responded, “I am well Lady Devon and how are you this morning?” “I am well, please come in and shut the door.” Devon turned around and sat on the edge of her desk. Lisa was holding a black ledger book in her hand as she approached Lady Devon.

The black ledger was Devon’s itinerary book, her list of clients for today. Taking the book from her assistant’s hand, she started skimming through the list of appointments. She was about to close the ledger when suddenly she lost her ability to breathe. She shut her eyes briefly hoping that what she saw was just a figment of her imagination. She opened her eyes only to find the name was still there, His name. Staying calm and collected she thanked Lisa and that she may leave and return to her duties. Lisa shut the door behind her and Devon sat down in her chair preparing herself for the phone call she knew she had to make. With heart pounding, she dialed the number listed on the itinerary. Relief washed over her when she received an automated voice message. Leaving a brief message stating that she was sorry for the inconvience, but due to time constraints an appointment would have to be rescheduled at a later date.
Hanging up the phone, she realized that she had been holding her breathe. Resuming normal breathing, she shut her eyes, and her mind began to wander. She tried not to allow her mind to conjure up painful thoughts from the past, but her mind was a traitor. Images of Him kept coming back to her over and over. His name would be a name that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Him, or better known as Stephen Kelly was the man that had taught her everything about dominance and submission. She was in her sophomore year at Yale studying Business Management and Psychology when she met him. He was a junior that was in the Pre-Med program. He wanted to be an equine vet, specializing in rehabilitating equine athletes. She had met him in their Abnormal Psychology class. One day staying late after class to speak to her professor, she noticed him standing in the hallway waiting for someone. After talking to her professor, she walked out of the class and ran right into him. She mumbled an apology and tried to go around him. He blocked her path and told her to look at him. Complying with his demand, she looked into his eyes. “I know what you need.” was the only thing he said as he took her hand. And he did know what she needed, all her life she had been submissive and took orders without question. She had let all the men she had ever known control her. Stephen had shown her that there was so much potential in her and the weakness of being controlled was in reality, her largest strength. He had taught her that the submissive in a dominant/submissive relationship holds all the power with just one word, a safe word. The submissive controls what happens, not the dominant. Once he had shown her way, she reveled in her power. He had shown that she would never be a victim again unless she wanted to be. He taught her the art of SMBD, Dom/Sub relationships, and the fine line between pleasure and pain. For the next three years, she was his student and he was her mentor. She knew their relationship would be over by the end of their third year. He had been accepted to a prestigious vet school in England. She was one year away from completing her Master’s degree and she knew that she would probably never see him again. The problem she was having with the inevitable was that she was in love with him. He had always taught her to go after what she wanted. She acted on his advice and it met with disastrous results. She had always known him to be a kind, patient, and demanding equal that expected nothing less than her best. She had never expected a cruel and cold side to him until she opened her heart. She went to his apartment and told him everything. He didn’t say a word after she spoke. He left the room and left her sitting there alone. She knew she had made a mistake and all she wanted to do was to go home. She gathered up her things and headed for the door. As she reached for the door she felt him behind her. He grabbed her around the waist and asked her where she was going. She told him that she made a mistake and that she was going home. He turned her around to face him. “I didn’t say that you could leave did I?” Devon had forgotten how to speak. The man standing before her was a force to be reckoned with. A six foot two, well muscled 180lb force of nature. “Answer me!” he demanded. In a meek voice she replied, “No.” The hard edge in his ice blue eyes shook her to the core. “Apparently you have forgotten your training Devon, do we need another session in dominance?” Devon finding her voice said, “No, I do not.” “No, I do not what!” Stephen demanded. Devon replied, “No, I do not master”. He pushed her up against the door. His eyes had softened and as he took her face in his hands, the last thing he said to her branded her with a searing kiss was, “You can always say stop”. The rest of the night he took her to heights of pleasure and pain that she never thought possible. He wrung orgasm after orgasm from her and left her trembling for more. She had never known such pleasure and wished that the night would last forever.

The morning came and her world fell apart. The passionate lover that had brought her to impossible levels of pleasure was gone. All that remained of him was a note explaining that he had let his control slip and he became emotionally involved with his student. He had never done that before and it can’t ever happen again. He apologized to her and told her that he couldn’t ever see her again. Devon was crushed and heartbroken. She felt cheap and used. She tried contacting him later that week but, found out that he had already left Yale and went to England. She couldn’t breathe, eat, or sleep for the next month. Her grades had slipped and she became depressed. She snapped out of her depression when a fellow student came to see her. He was in need of guidance and she had the only tools to help him. He went to her when he found out that Stephen had left. Devon felt defeated and just wanted to be left alone, but she saw the desperation in the eyes of Stephen’s former student and decided to help him. After their session, the student left satisfied and completely grateful. She felt powerful and needed. It was from that point that she decided what she wanted to do with her life. She had the proper education and tools to provide services that would allow an individual to express themselves in a trusting and safe environment. A place where inhibitions are left at the door and there is no such thing as deviance or immorality. That is when Devon decided she would have her own Fetish Club.

After she graduated from Yale, she invested a small sum of money into an Internet web site company that was on the rise. Six months after she invested, her stocks had risen considerably and she sold out at 30%. She had earned a little over 3 million dollars. She took the money, invested half of it into more stocks, bought two homes, and placed the rest of it into a CD. The Victorian style mansion she bought would be her base of operations for her club and the other house was her private domain away from work. She paid her homes in full, turned the numerous rooms in her mansion into her play rooms. All the rooms had their own themes in which a client had the choice of living out their own fantasy. She hired a competent staff that consisted of 10 female dominatrixs and 3 male masters that she personally trained. Within a year she had the Lady Devon’s House of Fetish up and running. She was proud of what she accomplished and she knew that she had Stephen Kelly to thank for it. In a twisted way, she owed this lifestyle to the one man she had ever truly loved. The same man that shattered her heart and left her without even saying goodbye. Despite the past she was grateful to him for showing her the path and unlocking her potential. As Devon cleared her thoughts of Stephen Kelly, she looked at the clock and realized her 9:00 session with Mr. Seth Daniels would commence in 15 minutes. She hurriedly went to her closet and divested her work clothes. She changed into a black leather mini skirt, matching leather bustier, 4 inch thigh high leather boots, and leather gloves to match. She left her office and headed for the pool house to set up room three for the session. As she walked the 50 ft from the back of the house to the pool house, she took a short cut through her garden. She loved this place with its lush blue-green grass and the heavy abundance of ruby-red rose bushes. It was like she lived in the Garden of Eden, but without the shame and sin. As she stepped through the entrance of the pool house all the memories from eight years ago, including the memory of Stephen Kelly vanished, but she knew like most, that past memories have a way of coming back and biting you in the ass. Little did she know that this particular day, the past would not only bite, but it would devour her completely.