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Kagome had grown bored with her life. Her boyfriend, Hojo, was so vanilla, kissing her the same, making love to her the same, and it was a common formula that he always followed. She could predict exactly what he was going to say and what he was going to do. Don’t misunderstand, his consistency had been something she had depended on in college and law school, but when she got a job as a real estate attorney, she had missed the excitement of college. She used to go on adventures with friends through the city, meeting strangers and going to parties, never knowing what would happen. At the time, Hojo had been the constant force that kept her balanced, but now things had changed. Hojo had become too consistent, and most of all, he had become boring. Her job was boring, a constant routine that she followed every day, day in and day out.
She knew her schedule of life to the minute, something that was slowly driving her insane. So two years ago, about a year out of law school, she decided to try to experiment on her own. As if the universe was sending her a message, a tall silver haired demon came into her office asking for assistance in drawing up the paperwork to acquire a building to be renovated into a BDSM club.
Kagome had never heard of BDSM before, and when the demon told her what it was, she had blushed, but for the first time in a long time, she had felt an excitement and thrill she hadn’t felt in a long time. However, she couldn’t tell her boyfriend Hojo about it, nor could she tell her friends. The idea of being tied up and punished, and paying someone to do it to you, was something her friends would never quite understand.
Once the club opened, she went online and found that they were not a brothel, but they would perform punishments on willing participants for a price. The owner, whose name was Sesshoumaru Taisho, refused to actually partake in any of the activities of the club, must less associate with the clientele. From what she had learned, he knew that it was an underserved niche market, and he was a business man at heart. He had hired professional dominators and dominatrixes who specialized in doling out punishment in a safe, fun environment.
The more Kagome had read about it, the more obsessed she had become. It was like a fever that she couldn’t sweat out. The idea of a man tying her up and punishing her would make her stomach fill with fire, unable rid herself of the desire until she would pleasure herself. She had briefly mentioned it to Hojo, who went in a long rant about how the “Sadists” would get their kicks, priding himself on being of sound mind, and congratulating Kagome in not having an interest in the professional sadism.
Unfortunately, Hojo had been wrong, and while she didn’t want to part from Hojo, Kagome realized that if she were to indulge herself in the fantasies that she desired, she would have to do it alone, and in secret.
So now, two years later, Kagome had been a frequent at The Lotus and the Dog. It had become the top bondage club in Tokyo, serving a large community of closeted freaks, just like her. There were several dominators who worked, but Kagome’s favorite, whom she had always trusted herself the most to, whose name was Toga, had excited her the most of the four dominators she had visited over the past two years. He seemed to understand her body better than she understood it herself, knowing where she wanted to feel the sting of the riding crop, or how hard to use the flogger. Whenever she left Toga for her weekly punishment, she would have drenched panties and a buzz from the sheer excitement she felt.
She would go every Thursday night, when Hojo was at Kendo practice. She and Hojo still didn’t live together, which she had wanted to stay living separately until she got this excitement bug out of her. She had a large trunk of toys she would use, mostly hidden in her closet under lock and key. Nobody knew of her secret life, something she wanted to keep to herself for a long time, and something that gave her the thrill she had been seeking. Nobody knew she was wearing leather underneath her suit, nor did anyone know that her body was sore from a riding crop, nor did anyone know how she screamed in ecstasy when Toga would wrap his clawed hands around her neck.
It was Thursday afternoon, nearing the end of her workday, and Kagome was having to rub her legs together to calm herself down. The thought of going to The Lotus and the Dog was causing her to get overly excited already. She was sitting in a meeting with the other partners in the firm. Kagome, who was 29 years old, was not quite a partner yet, but she was on the fast track to be one of the top attorneys in the firm. Sitting next to her was Miroku Hoshi, a young man who dropped out of being a Buddhist monk to pursue a legal career.
He had often hit on Kagome, once even asking her to bear his children, but Kagome had hit it off with the ex-monk fairly well. They had become good friends, often having lunch together and talking about their personal lives. Miroku was single, three years older than her, and overall a womanizer. He would go on several dates a week, never finding a girl good enough to keep something long term. Kagome had told him that she and Hojo had been dating since middle school, something that just blew him away. The fact that they weren’t living together blew his mind.
Naturally, he had no idea about Kagome’s secret life, nor would she ever tell him.
The meeting was going long, and she had an appointment with Toga at 7pm, and it was currently six o’clock. It took thirty minutes just to get to the club, and from there she’d have to get checked in and ready for Toga to start. If she didn’t leave soon, she’d be late… She wondered if he would punish her for being late? She bit her lip, trying not to let out a moan at the meeting.
“Kagome, are you alright?” Miroku whispered to her, seeing her cheeks turn red.
“Oh, I’m fine, just feeling a little flushed,” she whispered back, gulping down a glass of water.
The meeting continued for another ten minutes, discussing financials about the firm. When the meeting ended, Kagome practically flew from the meeting room, running to grab her satchel from her office. Miroku followed her, giving her a toothy grin.
“I know that Hojo is at kendo practice tonight, I wanted to know if you wanted to go get sushi with me?” Miroku asked her as she quickly stuffed her bag.
“I’m sorry, I have an appointment tonight at seven, otherwise I would,” she told him, rushing past him. “Maybe tomorrow night?”
“Appointment? What kind of appointment?” he asked her, surprise evident in her voice.
“Oh it’s uh… therapy!” she exclaimed as they went down the elevator together. “I find that it’s good to talk out your feelings so I go every Thursday night,” she explained, making it up as she went. Well, it’s not a total lie, it kind of is therapy…She thought to herself.
“You just don’t seem the type to need therapy,” Miroku told her, scratching his head. “However, I could see that you’d want to keep it secret. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thanks Miroku, I’ll see you later!” she said, running out of the building. She caught a cab, taking her straight to the club. Once she got inside, she checked in at the bar, like always. She was five minutes late, Toga had been waiting. She was led to a room in the back with a wooden cross used to tie up submissives. Kagome was alone in the room, knowing she was given five minutes exactly to get ready. She quickly undressed, wearing nothing but a leather bodysuit that was low cut, with lacing over the breasts to hold it closed. It stopped at her hips, worn almost like a leotard, the shiny leather reflecting on the dim light. She quickly put on the leather mask to accent the one piece, leaving on her knee high leather boots. She walked over to the cross, admiring the aged wood beneath her fingers as she ran her hand along the wood.
Kagome’s hair was always in a ponytail when she saw Toga, he had told her he liked it, being able to pull her hair more easily. She heard the door open and close, followed by heavy booted footsteps into the dungeon room. She felt him stop only inches from her, feeling the smooth leather of the riding crop run up her side.
“You’re late,” his deep voice said, barely above a whisper. She felt chills run up her spine, his voice was so smooth, so deep, she could already feel the heat between her legs.
“I am,” she replied, slowly turning to look at him. He always wore a black leather mask that had small holes for the eyes and lacing around the mouth. Today he was wearing long black robes that were open to expose a well-muscled chest and abs, with leather pants riding low on his hips. He wore large leather boots that laced up, and in his hands he held a riding crop made of leather. He raised the riding crop so that it lifted her chin to look at him.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” he told her, letting the riding crop trace her jaw down her neck.
“Maybe I need to be punished,” she whispered, trembling. She stared hard into the mask, seeing only a small amount of light reflect off his twinkling eyes. The mask made it look like he was smiling, causing his figure to be that much more intimidating.
The riding crop moved down her neck, teasing the heated flesh beneath as it traced her collar bones. Toga liked to take his time, teasing his subs with the pain and pleasure he exerted to them. He lightly hit the top of her breast, the stinging sensation causing a moan to escape Kagome’s lips.
The riding crop moved to lightly hit the other breast, Kagome standing perfectly still, trying not to let out another moan. The riding crop moved down to see the taut nipple try to break through the thin leather bodysuit, Kagome hearing a small laugh escape the mask.
“You’ve been dying to see me today, haven’t you?” he asked her, his voice sounding hoarse.
“Always,” she whispered back, biting her lip. She slowly backed up into the cross, her breathing becoming ragged. She unlaced the bodysuit to expose her breasts to the man before her, biting her lip.
He turned around to go to the table that had all the toys laid out. He came back with a gag and two red silk sashes. He slowly tied her wrists to the cross, making sure that she wouldn’t be able to easily escape. He then moved so he was only an inch from her, his hot breath on her face as she let out a groan. He placed the gag in her mouth, tying it behind her head.
He walked back to the table, coming back with two nipple clamps and weights. She watched with heavily lidded eyes, her moan sultry through the gag. She could feel herself grow wetter with each passing moment. She knew that when she got home, she was going to have an orgasm that would make her scream.
He put the nipple clamps on her taut nipples, pulling on them to cause a muffled cry to escape her lips. He let the weights on the nipple clamps drop, pulling her nipples to their limit, causing Kagome to cry out more. He let the riding crop trace her body once more, lightly hitting the side of her breast, shushing her to be silent. She wanted to oblige, but she wanted to be punished more.
He hit the inside of her legs, letting the riding crop trace the tender flesh near the junction of her legs. He moved the crop over her hips, lightly hitting her through the body suit, hearing her moan more.
“Tell me, what do you want?” he whispered in her ear, his clawed hand moving up her side, moving to touch her neck. She let out a moan, exposing her throat to him. “Do you want me to choke you?” he asked, his hands placing themselves on her slender neck. She could feel his claws trace the flesh on her neck, causing goosebumps to appear on her body. She wanted this, needed this.
His other hand moved to untie the gag, letting it fall to the floor. She began to gasp for air, turning her face to the emotionless mask before her.
“I want you to choke me like the bitch I am,” she muttered through gritted teeth. She could feel him smile as he tightened the grip around her neck, causing her to feel light headed.
“You like that?” he asked her, seeing her face grow dark red from the asphyxiation. He saw she was about to pass out, releasing her throat and stepping back. She gasped for air, her body feeling light as a feather as her clouded mind began to show clarity again.
He moved to untie her wrists from the cross, but keeping her wrists tied to the sash. He pulled her along the room until she reached the table at the other side of the room. He bent her over the table, kicking her feet so that her legs were spread apart. He tied her wrists together behind her, letting his claws trace her flesh, causing her to tremble.
“You were five minutes late,” he told her, letting his hand rub her ass. His hand cupped it so it held the shape of it, pulling it back to slap it harshly through the thin leather bodysuit. Kagome let out another moan, grinding her hips towards him, encouraging him. “That means five lashes.”
“Mmm, do it,” she moaned. She heard him walk back to the other table, picking up a leather flogger. A moment later, she felt the familiar sting of the flogger on the soft flesh of her ass, causing her to cry out.
“Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?” he asked her, knowing the answer. She rolled her hips towards him again, letting out a soft moan.
“Harder!” she cried, feeling a stronger sting against her flesh. She cried out on the impact, enjoying the feel of the leather against her flesh.
“This is your punishment,” he told her, lashing her once again. Two more lashes to go, she cried out, her breathing heavy. He could see her juices dripping down her legs, knowing she was enjoying this far more than any of his other clients.
“I’ve been a bad girl,” she gasped, feeling the next lash. Her skin was turning bright red from the lashes, her body beginning to feel sore, but the delicious sting was turning her on all the more. Her need for excitement was being satiated by the man before her, giving her the excitement she’s been craving.
The last lash hung heavy in the air, causing her to cry out, coming near orgasm from the sting. She lay on the table gasping for air, her skin hot and raw from their activities. He moved over to her, gently removing the silk sashes from her wrists, helping her stand. Her legs were shaky as she stood. He held her elbow so she was sturdy, but after a moment she waived him off. He obliged, exiting the dungeon.
She went over and dressed herself slowly, her body feeling tender from the session. However, she felt wired, exhilarated. Her mind was sharp and wanting more, but her body was on edge, the skin feeling electrified. She couldn’t get home fast enough to relieve herself of the excitement for the night.
She finished dressing herself, putting on her long trench coat and taking the mask off her eyes. She grabbed her bag and exited, winding her way through the crowd of freaks much like herself. They all had this secret life, all embracing their inner deviants, and she loved them for it. However, she was too shy to actually interact with anyone in the crowd, enjoying the sounds of pleasure hanging thick in the air.
She exited the club, feeling the cool night air on her face. She began to walk towards the train when the sound of her name caused her to freeze in her tracks.
“Kagome!?” she heard Miroku yell, running to catch up with her.
She slowly turned, feeling her cheeks burn red. “Miroku! What are you doing here?” she asked, hoping he didn’t know what the club was that she had just exited.
“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?” he asked her, gesturing to the club. “This is a bondage club, you know that right?”
She decided that playing dumb would be the best route. “It is? I had no idea, my client owns this place and I was helping him with the paperwork,” she told him. It wasn’t a total lie, the owner was her client.
“I knew he was your client two years ago… is he selling?” Miroku asked. Kagome’s face went blank, not sure how to answer, which caused Miroku’s face to break into a wide grin.
“Look, you can’t tell anyone I was here,” she told him. His grin grew wider.
“So you frequent this establishment?” he asked her. She averted her gaze, staring at her boots.
“It’s not what you think,” she told him.
“Well, let’s grab a bite to eat and you can explain it to me,” he told her, offering his arm.
She really wanted to go home, but she was afraid that if she didn’t explain, he would blab at work. She didn’t want anyone knowing her dirty little secret, and Miroku was known to blab.
They found a small ramen shop nearby, both ordering ramen and a beer, and when they were alone, his gaze bore into her.
“So does Hojo know that you go there?” he asked her, point blank.
“No, he thinks only sadists go there,” she told him. “It’s not what you think. I just go there… for recreational punishment. I know it sounds crazy---,” she began to say, but he cut her off.
“It doesn’t sound crazy at all. Some people are just really kinky,” Miroku reasoned, causing relief to flood Kagome’s face.
“My life is just so boring since I finished college. No more adventures, no more going overseas, no more parties. I work and I go home to my boring boyfriend. I love him, don’t get me wrong, but he’s incredibly boring. I needed excitement in my life and the owner was a client of mine for the paperwork… I had never heard of it, so I decided to research and it seemed so exciting, and so easy to hide… So I jumped right in and I’ve been going there for close to two years now.”
Miroku’s jaw dropped when she finished. “Two years you’ve been going there? I can understand a few months, but two years? Don’t you think it’s time to move on and find someone who excites you?”
Kagome thought about it. “I suppose, but I really care about Hojo, I can’t just dump him because he’s not exciting.”
“But you’ve never talked about him like you’re madly in love with him… When you said he was your boyfriend, I was surprised because you talked about him like he was a good friend.”
Kagome shrugged. “I think he and I have reached a level of comfort where we’re together, but we’re just not exciting anymore. To be fair though, things have never been that exciting with Hojo. I do love him though.”
Kagome thought to herself, she had to continually tell herself that she loved Hojo, but she wondered if she really did. She knew she cared for Hojo, and she wanted to be with him, but she always felt that the word love was such a strong word, too strong for what they had. They were comfortable together, that was for sure.
“Well, as long as you’re happy… He doesn’t mind that you go to the club?”
Kagome shook her head. “He doesn’t know. Nobody knows, except you now. He thinks that BDSM is all about sadism and masochism. He doesn’t realize that it’s a release for a lot of people, living out a fantasy. I go when he goes to kendo practice so he doesn’t suspect anything. It’s part of why we don’t live together, I told him it’s because I wanted my independence, but really it’s because I don’t want him keeping such close tabs on me.”
Miroku shook his head. “That’s something pretty big to hide from your boyfriend.”
“Yeah, I know, but how can I explain it to him? He would never understand.”
They sat in silence as they ate their noodles, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Finally, Kagome paid for her food and stood up, Miroku walking her out of the ramen shop. It was starting to get late.
“Please don’t tell anyone that you saw me there tonight, I don’t want anybody to know,” she pleaded with Miroku. He crossed his heart and held up his hand.
“I promise, scouts honor,” he told her, giving her a wide grin. “But please promise me you’ll rethink telling Hojo, he deserves to know that you’re seeking excitement in your life. Especially since you’ve been going for two years.”
She nodded. “I’ll think about it. Have a good night Miroku.”
They went their separate ways, Kagome making it home to her apartment a little after 11 o’clock. She went to her bedroom, plugging in her phone and undressing. She put the leather bodysuit back into the trunk with the rest of her gear, seeing an array of fishnets, body suits, teddies, and other miscellaneous toys. She pulled out a large black vibrator, smiling at it. She wasn’t as excited now as she was earlier in the evening, but she knew that she could still enjoy her alone time tonight.
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The next morning, Kagome felt her body was a little sore from the night before, but she felt more relaxed and at ease than she had for a long time. She really needed the session last night, more than she realized. She also felt weight off her shoulders after telling Miroku about her secret. Being able to confide in someone who didn’t judge her for it was wonderful.
That morning she had gotten an email from the owner of The Lotus and the Dog, saying he needed her to go over some contracts for her. She had occasionally helped out Sesshoumaru for contracts, but she said that he was bringing in his younger brother to go over the contracts as well. She hadn’t known he had a brother, and she wondered if he worked at the club. She had grown nervous, hoping that her secret was still safe.
At 11 o’clock sharp, there was a knock at her office door. She answered it, seeing the tall silver haired demon in a suit.
“Sesshoumaru, please come in,” Kagome said, stepping aside. Following Sesshoumaru was, who Kagome assumed, was his younger brother and soon to be business partner. He was as tall as Sesshoumaru, with broad shoulders and long silver hair. His eyes were a dark amber color, glistening with mischief in the light, and an easy smile that came to his face. His skin was tanned, much unlike Sesshoumaru’s porcelain skin. He also had two white dog ears on top of his head, causing Kagome to bite back a squee. She wanted to reach up and touch his ears, but the rest of him took her off guard. He was wearing a red button down shirt that was tight across his broad shoulders, letting her know just how well muscled they were. He had long claws on his hands, and his pants were black dress pants that fit snugly on his muscular legs. His shirt was tucked into the pants, held by a high quality black leather belt. She thought about all the wonderful things he could do with the belt, causing a blush to touch her cheeks.
“You must be Kagome,” he said, reaching out his hand. She took his hand and shook it, feeling electricity run through her veins when she touched him.
“Nice to meet you,” Kagome responded, trying not to let her voice get too sultry. His eyes widened for a half second before he gave her a toothy grin, showing off his fangs.
They sat down across the desk from Kagome, who pulled out the contracts to go over. “So it appears that you’re giving half of the ownership to your brother, is that right Sesshoumaru?”
Sesshoumaru nodded. “Considering the club was his idea, and he’s been showing great interest in it, I figure it’s fair that he own half of it. Makes it easier for me if he does half the work,” Sesshoumaru said, disinterested.
Inuyasha continued to watch Kagome, mischief in his eyes. Kagome worked hard to keep the blush from her cheeks. If she kept thinking dirty thoughts about the demon before her, she was going to have to go back to the club this weekend, something she really wanted to avoid.
“We also have another issue that’s arising,” Inuyasha stated as Kagome went over the details of the contracts with them.
“Oh?” Kagome asked, Sesshoumaru turning to look to look at his brother.
“Law enforcement is trying to accuse us of being a brothel, and I was wondering what the legal ramifications of that would be. Also, what would define a brothel in Tokyo so we can make sure that we’re not accidentally breaking any rules.”
“Oh, mostly that deals with fluids. You can’t have any fluids present, so no blood or saliva…” Kagome went on to explain, a blush touching her cheeks. “Also, no actual sex or sexual contact of any kind…”
Inuyasha watched her intently, the smile never leaving his face. Sesshoumaru saw that Inuyasha was up to something, but couldn’t place his finger on it.
“We’ve also been rumored to be involved in some women going missing, but they were all women who haven’t been seen at our club before. Do you think there’s any legal ramifications for that?”
Kagome’s eyes went wide, looking up at Inuyasha. “Women have been going missing?”
“Oh yes,” Sesshoumaru interjected. “Two women in the last month have gone missing, witnesses stating they last saw them at our club, I’m surprised you haven’t heard about it. It’s been all over the news.”
“Well, if police continue to suspect that your club is involved, it could result in the club being shut down,” Kagome explained, pulling out the last of the contracts. “It’ll take me a couple of weeks to find any problems in the contracts, do you want to set an appointment to come back so we can go over these again once I’ve read them?”
“Yes, I suppose that’s a good idea,” Sesshoumaru replied, standing up. “Come, Inuyasha, we should leave her to work now. Thank you Kagome, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”
“And it was quite the pleasure meeting you,” Inuyasha said, bowing low to her. “Hopefully I’ll see you at the club,” he said with a wink, causing her to blush.
“T-thank you for coming!” she said, bowing back. The men left, causing Kagome to let out a sigh.
She hadn’t heard about the kidnappings, she was going to have to delve deeper into that. She didn’t want the club getting shut down.
And something about Inuyasha’s voice seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She thought about it, not sure. Maybe she had bumped into him in the club, it was entirely possible.
She saw that Hojo had sent her a text, inviting her out to dinner. She hadn’t seen him all week, so she decided she better see him. She sighed, she’d have to wait until her next appointment with Toga to let out the excitement she was feeling.