This is Chapter 2 of "A Guided Experience". Mara's and Claude's journey unfolding and evolving. Please read "A Guided Experience" first, for full context and enjoyment of this installment.
Disclaimer about what to expect in Ch 02: BDSM light transitioning more into general erotic and romance.
Thank you for your continued interest in their story, I hope you enjoy.
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The next day at home, after my visit at the GoDD, I can hardly concentrate on anything. I pamper my somewhat aching body to replenish myself after yesterday's exertions. It isn't nearly as bad as I expected. My arms and back hurt a little from being stretched and restrained, and there's a good kind of ache between my legs, more related to the long lasting excitement and associated swelling and throbbing I experienced yesterday that has, let's face it, pretty much continued since then. There is also the delicious soreness of simply being the most sexually active I have been in years. My legs and groin muscles hurt from all the spreading, I feel like I've had an intense day at the gym or a day of horseback riding.
There are no injuries to my skin and the stinging soreness I briefly felt on my butt cheeks and my sex yesterday night after the flogging, is completely gone now. I know very little about these things, but I have a feeling Master Claude took it very easy on me, looking more to give me a taste of something rather than hurt or injure. I did specify in my questionnaire that even though I was intensely curious about some punishment, I was only willing to try a light version of it. Cataloguing the aftereffects on my body, I can't forget about how distracting the stinging fullness in my large nipples feels all night and into today. That part jolts me right back into the scenario with the pillar on the dais. Gods...Is this the same me, did I really do all this yesterday with a stranger? My mind constantly relives the experiences of the previous day and slowly, the overanalyzing starts to kick in, putting a dampening spin on the luscious, fresh memories.
Somehow, we managed to transgress and took the experience beyond what was planned within the confines of the GoDD. For better or worse, Pandora's box of complications has now been opened. All I can think about is seeing Master Claude again, but I'm actually not sure what the next step would be, and where do we go from here. I have no contact details for him and given his sadness and trepidation about exceeding the limits set out by the Club, I'm not sure if I'm welcome back there. While the shock value of all the firsts, the fantasies materialized, is fresh and buzzing in my mind, my focus has also changed from seeking more of that to just seeking...him. I regret nothing, but I'm not sure if having more of these kinky experiences is how I want to proceed. There seems to be a different priority now. The only thing my body and mind seem sure of, is that the craving I have for Master Claude is intense and won't be denied.
Jasmine said the place is strictly off limits when it comes to forming relationships, but I now fantasize about having access to Claude on my own terms. Probably NOT what the GoDD had in mind when it comes to awakening desires.
My mind also spins thinking about Jasmine. She said she's visited several times now, and I can't shake wondering who her Guide was, whether perhaps Master Claude, my Claude, was the one guiding my best friend in her lascivious journey as well? I hope with my whole being it wasn't him, as the beast of jealousy strangely raises its head within me. I scold myself, reviewing that Claude has probably "guided" countless other members in his role at the Club, and is likely actually guiding another protégé even now. That thought feeds the jealous beast inside and threatens to overwhelm me.
Being the overthinker I have always been, I also start spinning about any practical fallout and risks involved. I wasn't planning to have full on sex yesterday and although the Garden had many liability forms and safeguards outlined about STD protection, I feel anxiety about my health sprouting up. I breathe and carefully review all I read on the website - all tools and toys are sterilized between use to medical standards, and all staff are very regularly tested. I reassure myself things are ok in that domain, but just as I do that, another fear springs like a fountain in my mind. I'm actually shocked it's only now I'm considering this, I have always been nothing but pathologically cautious about these matters, but the truth that I just had repeated unprotected sex with a stranger, while not being on birth control, dawns on me with terrifying intensity.
This place was supposed to be controlled and safe. It probably still was, but we've gone and fucked it up on our own, exceeding the set out limits yesterday, without forethought or caution, both of us strangely possessed by the feral lust in the moment. Was this common with the patrons of the Garden? Did carefully planned encounters routinely devolve into completely wanton, come-what-may trysts? I try to make a plan to bring down my anxiety and decide I will get a pregnancy test within a week to get on top of any issues. It's going to be a torturous week of waiting.
Normally I'd reach out to Jas and dish with her about all this, but with all the secrecy and non disclosure discussed on the GoDD website, I really don't know where I stand with this. Then, there is the matter of my jealous mind feeding me disturbing and arousing visions of Master Claude possibly touching and maybe fucking my best friend. Were my fears to be confirmed, I'm not sure I'd survive it, and I realize, with a pang of horror, that our friendship surely wouldn't. What have I gotten myself into?
I check my email as a distraction and my heart skips as I see a cryptic email from "C":
It's Claude from yesterday here. I'm not supposed to be contacting you, but I have something important to pass on. Our members' comfort and peace of mind are of utmost importance. Please confirm if I can write you just one time, to put you at ease, and whether this mailbox is private.
I write back:
Hi...The mailbox is mine and mine only. How do I know it's really you?
I hit send and start thinking about what activity I should throw myself into before I go back to check email again, and before I manage to pry myself away from the computer, I see another message from C:
Are we really going to do this? Very well. There is a row of three brown dots spaced out in a diagonal line on your inner left thigh, running parallel to your hot, wet opening...and then, there's the delicious little brown mole crowning your mound and guarding the cleft near your clit, like a little kiss on the very top of the left fleshy lip, that haunts my memories. Should I go on? I trust no one but perhaps your doctor would have seen these details. Are you satisfied, ma chère?
My mouth goes dry and heat rises between my legs. Damn. He's had a front seat view of these details for hours, and evidently committed my intimate landscape to his memory. He writes
haunts
...is he as mired in craving and need as I am? I feel flattered and self-conscious at the same time.
My heart racing, I type:
Satisfied? No, Sir. That state has eluded me since we parted ways, I'm afraid. I trust it is you now, however. What is your message?
This time it takes longer. I decide to go grab a glass of water and tidy up the kitchen a little bit. When I come back, another message is waiting for me:
Ma chère, I am ashamed I broke so many rules and boundaries at our meeting. This should not have happened. Your profile clearly stated no intercourse on first session and thus all limits and safeguards were not properly negotiated. Moreover, I was too incoherent and overcome with raw lust to at least address it in the moment. I compromised The Garden's integrity and your safety and comfort, which is inexcusable. The STD question was well discussed ahead of time and I trust you feel safe on that matter, however, we used no protection in the heat of the moment and I can only imagine your growing anxiety about pregnancy. Rest assured, ma chère, you are quite safe and the only excuse for my lack of taking precautions is that I have always been well aware of that. I should have, however, shared this with you or reminded you about choosing what you'd prefer. I hate myself for how I let things devolve.
On to the matter - I shoot blanks. I've had a vasectomy years ago and there is no risk of me siring a child at this time. I hope this puts you at ease ma chère. My apologies for the stress unduly caused. C.
A wave of relief and wild excitement rushes over me.
I type:
Wow. Thank you. I appreciate the information more than you can imagine. Thank you...for everything. How do I see you again, please?
I try my best to keep my fevered desperation to a minimum in the email. I hit send before I chicken out. I wait by the computer for what ends up being an hour, but no response arrives. Claude has gone silent.
While I'm incredibly frustrated he is choosing to be difficult about reuniting us, I do appreciate him reaching out with the reassuring information. From what I've already learned about Master Claude, I know it could not have been easy for him to do this. He was forced once again to bend and violate his strong commitment to the rules of the Garden in making this sacrifice for me. Its sweet and endearing, and demonstrates the high value he seems to place on transparency and sharing pertinent information.
Over the next few days, I check obsessively for a reply, but there still is none. Whether it's because he's a rule follower and enforcer by nature, or perhaps due to other reasons, Claude seems to have decided to cut off our communication.
We apparently broke the Matrix. We've broken the strict protocol of the Club, which has clearly created some moral distress for Master Claude. Part of me feels naughtily culpable and guilty, but I have no real regrets. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat, although it has apparently already made things very messy. What does torture me, is that we, or I, have managed to fuck things up, no pun intended, to the point where the strict rules about no relationships and keeping the visit as a solely physical experience, have gone out the window.
I'm no spring chicken, but in true spring chicken fashion, I seem to have fallen hard for my Guide, in the span of one visit. No wait, I think it happened in the span of less than a few hours during our encounter. I need to see him again, but I have no roadmap for what happens now and a small part of me screams for me to cut my losses and not pursue this further. A larger, much bolder part, is driven by the obsessive hold Claude has over me since our meeting. I think of him every waking minute, which has made real life and concentrating on regular errands quite challenging. I dream of the man when I'm asleep as he's obviously taken over my imagination. I crave us together. There doesn't seem to be a way for me to track him down or meet beyond the confines of the damn Club for now, he refuses to answer my email, and so I decide I have to try to schedule another meeting through the GoDD.
I log on and with the many factor identification complete, I finally reach the electronic gateway to The Garden of Dark Delights. I fill out the extensive survey provided to evaluate my first visit. I'm careful not to get him in trouble in any way and I give the best ratings and highest praise possible for my first experience and for my Guide.
Were all your boundaries completely respected during the encounter?
Of course. Except a bunch I begged him to ignore to appease the raw lust and undeniable connection I felt that day. Somehow, he achingly and reluctantly ended up indulging me, transgressing boldly beyond the limits laid out in the meticulous profile and contract I have on file with The Garden. Seemingly against his better judgment, he threw his iron clad caution to the wind and fucked me with wild abandon. The joy and gratitude I feel about that is ecstatic, like a kid who has opened the most awesome Christmas present. All this, of course, goes unreported.
Which part(s) of the experience was / were the most standout highlights for you?
