Rainy Day | Rhea Ripley

Epilogue pt. II

Call out the lies, blow the storm away
Don't save the truth for a rainy day
- Rainy Day by Ice Nine Kills

Claire's stiletto heels were clacking on the wooden floors as we walked down the hall to her rooms. Like the other Dominants who had been with the club since its opening, she had a space where she could take her subs or just hang out by herself, that she could decorate to her liking.
I had once compared it to the red room in "Fifty Shades of Grey" which had earned me twenty cane strokes and a three-page essay about all of the reasons why that series is a horrible and disgraceful caricature of BDSM.

I entered the room behind Claire and Demi, looking around for a moment to take it all in. Nothing had changed as far as I could see.
On the wall opposite the door, protruding into the room was the large four-post bed made from massive wood but in a modern, minimalistic style. On the wall next to it were multiple dressers and a wardrobe that I knew was filled with equipment rather than clothes. The other wall was covered in bookshelves, Claire's impressive collection of BDSM literature that I had gotten lost in on more than one occasion, in the same big cozy armchair that was still standing in the corner.

Claire turned around to look at me.
"You know what to do. I will talk to Demi now"

She took Demi's hand and gently led her over to the bed, motioning for her to take off her shoes and take a seat while I crossed my arms behind my back and knelt at the foot of the bed, gaze fixed on the floor.

"I'm guessing there are a lot of things you would like to know. Please ask me anything you want"

I kept my eyes averted so I couldn't see but I guessed that Demi must have just stared at her for a moment because Claire started laughing.

"It's okay, I won't bite unless you ask me to"

That seemed to relax Demi enough to laugh with her.

"I'm sorry, you just seem so... naturally dominant. How did you get to that point?"

"I'm not. Well, not exclusively anyway. I subbed for a long time and I still do. I can take just as much as I dish out and I have had a lot of time to get the experience that gave me my confidence. Be patient with yourself. I can tell you have the potential to become a great dominant, you just need time to find your style."

Silence again.

"What is it?" Claire sounded very intrigued.

"I was wondering..." Demi started again, "If you would mind giving me a chance to maybe... observe your style?"

"Observe, huh?"

"Well maybe even take a part in it"

"Just how active do you want that part to be?" Claire sounded almost predatory now.
"How close would you like to get to know me?"

"As close as you will let me" Demi sounded surprised by that answer herself, but also very sincere.

"If that is truly what you want I would be happy to. But I will have to do something about that one over there, she has a reputation for getting her hands in all kinds of situations where they don't belong" She walked over to one of the dressers and pulled out a couple of skeins of dark red rope.

Claire delighted in rope bondage. She was fast but efficient and it barely took her five minutes until I was bound in a crossed-legged tie called "Agura" with my hands behind my back in a reverse prayer position.

She tipped my chin up with her finger to look me in the eyes. "You may watch but I don't want to hear a single sound from you, understood?"

"Yes, Claire"