Chapter 11

I lowered my arms slowly, feeling every muscle protest. They felt like they weighed a ton, and the tingling taking over my hands was annoying but bearable. My stiff legs started moving on their own, carrying me toward the bathroom on the other side of the room. With every step, I felt the remnants of tension soaked into me, like my own body was marked by the submission.

It was only when I reached the door that I realized I wasn’t alone. The girl — that young woman with the vibrant, dangerous gaze — was following close behind. The moment I stepped in and went to close the door, her voice rang out for the first time:

“Leave it open. Go on in…”

Her boldness caught me off guard. I wanted, at least for a moment, some shred of privacy. My body had already been exposed to strangers, my dignity shoved into the darkest corners of my mind, and now, not even in the bathroom could I get a moment’s relief? But instead of arguing, I just did what she asked.

I sat on the toilet, ignoring her presence as she kept her eyes on me. Unlike me, she didn’t seem to carry any hesitation. The intense gleam in her eyes was hypnotic — something between curiosity and a dangerous charm, the kind that pretends to be innocent but hides something much deeper.

“For someone who gets paid to be seen, you sure like to hide.”

I didn’t respond right away. The jab was clear, but there was a hidden amusement in her voice, like she was just teasing me.

“What’s your name?” I asked finally.

“Pleasure to meet you, Natália.”

“Luana.”

“Madame Lulu is a master of etiquette, and she’s the one who’s gonna teach you everything. I’m her assistant. Now, give me your arm.”

My gaze fixed on her for a moment, suspicious. I was still sitting there on the toilet, unable to relax enough to pee, and this girl was acting like we were just grabbing coffee together. But I extended my arm.

Her skilled fingers started pressing into my forearm with a firm massage, enough that almost instantly, the numbness began to fade. An unexpected relief washed over my body, and a sigh escaped my lips.

“Ow… that feels good…”

And then, my body finally gave in, and the pee came. The shame hit right away, but instead of awkward silence, I heard Natália’s laugh mix with mine.

“Whenever you get numb like that, this helps a ton,” she explained, her fingers still sliding over my skin. “Wiggling your toes and fingers works too. But Madame will teach you better positions to avoid it happening. Unless he wants it to, of course…”

My expression shifted. I stared at her in the mirror’s reflection, taking in every word.

“He wants it?” my voice came out lower than I’d intended. “You do this too?”

Natália shrugged, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“If they hire me, yeah.”

“You’re new. How long have you been doing this?”

She went quiet for a second, her playful smile fading a bit.

“I’d rather not talk about that. Discretion and asking few questions are the keys to this business.”

I swallowed hard.

“Thanks…”

She just nodded, letting go of my arm. The tingling was gone now. I wiped myself, and when I looked up at the mirror, I noticed something odd. Natália was still watching me, but not like before.

Her gaze roamed over my body without hurry, analyzing, judging… desiring. A shiver ran up my spine. She wasn’t bothering to hide it.

She’s a dyke.

The thought hit me like a flash of certainty. The way she looked at me wasn’t casual or professional. It was hungry.

“I’m on my break, you can stop staring at me.”

Natália smiled, not even bothering to deny it.

“The job never ends. It’s a 24-hour shift, captain!”

I rolled my eyes, but a low laugh slipped out before I could stop it. She was bold. And worse… fun. I washed my hands, taking a deep breath before facing the door. Building up courage to go back out, and when I had enough, I crossed the threshold.

When we returned, Madame Lulu was already waiting for us. Standing still, her eyes took us in without any rush. She didn’t need to raise her voice for her command to sound unquestionable:

“Back in position. Natália, show her how to walk properly.”

The young woman stopped, took a deep breath, and with a fluid motion, tossed her hair back, making sure her face was fully visible. Her hands slid smoothly to her sides, not fully loose but slightly turned toward the center. Her chin stayed lifted, but her eyes, submissive, lowered. Then, she walked.

Her steps were slow, precise. Like an invisible thread connected her ankles, guiding her to a controlled rhythm, no hesitation, no rush. Every movement seemed rehearsed, almost hypnotic.

I watched closely, trying to absorb every detail. When I felt like I’d gotten it, I did the same.

At first, my feet hesitated, and the control didn’t come right away. But little by little, I molded myself to that pattern, feeling the vulnerability of the meticulous walk seep into my posture.

“Much better.”

Madame Lulu smiled faintly, satisfied. Her firm steps took her to a cabinet where the whips rested. Without hurry, she ran her fingers over the handles until she picked one. When she pulled it out, I saw it was a riding crop, thin, with a piece of leather at the tip.

Natália recognized the choice instantly. And even though she tried to keep her composure, she couldn’t stop a subtle smile from slipping onto her lips.

“You like this one, don’t you, girl?”

“Yes, mama. A lot! Please… just once!”

The woman approached slowly, sliding the whip over Natália’s face, tracing her jaw with the leather tip before running it over her curves with an almost affectionate touch. Then, without warning, she raised her arm and delivered the first strike, landing it on her ass covered by the jeans.

The sound cut through the air like a sharp crack. The impact was strong, but the young woman didn’t show pain. She just let out a short breath, an involuntary gasp that carried something beyond mere endurance.

Madame Lulu smiled with a hint of contained amusement.

“See, Luana. She’s trained. But this girl thinks I don’t know that it gives her pleasure…”

The tone of her voice was cold, like explaining a proven theory.

“I confess I trained her poorly. But that’s not the kind of servitude your master wants from you.”

My eyes fixed on her as Natália, without needing a single order, knelt before us.

She knelt with her legs slightly apart, hands extended in front, face lifted and visible. There was no hesitation, no fear. Just absolute emptiness.

And then, Madame Lulu began.

The strikes came in rhythm, measured, building in intensity. The dry sound of the whip filled the room, echoing like a dull thud in my chest. I knew it had to hurt. Her skin would be marked. But Natália… she didn’t react.

Her face stayed impassive. Her gaze didn’t waver. It was like she was in another realm, distant from the pain anyone else would feel.

The woman stopped, satisfied with her apprentice.

“You can get up, treasure. Did I hurt you?”

Natália rose with the same calm she’d knelt. Her face was still serene.

“No, mama. This whip isn’t the best.”

My throat went dry.

As I watched that scene, I could only think one thing: I hate feeling pain!

“Now it’s your turn, Luana. Try the pose.”

My throat went dry. Still, I obeyed. I knelt, mimicking Natália’s position. The moment my knees hit the floor and my hands extended in front, I felt the vulnerability of that posture. The cool air brushed my exposed skin, bringing a strange, uncomfortable shiver. I’d been like this before… but never this way. This position reminded me of sex, something intimate and pleasurable. Now, it was different.

Madame Lulu approached, adjusting my posture with subtle touches from the whip’s tip. The leather grazed my skin with a soft friction that somehow kept me on edge. Every time she moved, I braced for the whistle through the air. And just imagining it made my body tense up.

“Very good, Luana. You have a natural aptitude for this,” her voice was soft but firm. “Being tense is normal. You’ll adapt. And you’ll see I’m not cruel.”

The whip slid over my face and down my back, tracing a slow, calculated path.

“Sometimes, he’ll want things from you that you don’t want to give.”

My breathing grew uneven. The leather continued its path down my spine, like a silent warning.

“And you’ll have to give him what he wants. But not all at once. Never give in easy. Never show you accept everything without resistance… or he’ll get tired of you.”

The whip stopped on my butt cheek, pressing lightly against the skin. My whole body tensed. I knew what was coming.

“It’s a game, a performance. He wants to corrupt you. He wants to consume you.”

The leather slid again, this time down the middle of my ass. It was instinctive: my body clenched without me controlling it. And then, the strike came.

Quick. Hot. Painful.

“Ow…” the exclamation slipped out before I could hold it back.

Madame Lulu didn’t react, just continued her explanation as if the strike was irrelevant.

“He might want your pain. Your desperation. But he might want your silence. You’ll be ready when you learn to read his desires… and deliver them just right.”

The whip left the stinging skin and slid slowly between my cheeks, grazing the tight entrance of my body. The unexpected touch made me hold my breath. The friction, the sensation… something in me stirred, an uncomfortable spark of desire.

She noticed.

The leather pressed lightly against my asshole, a silent threat. My body went rigid, my mind screamed.

“Are you willing to do anything?”

Fear swallowed any other emotion. My voice came out low but firm:

“No, Madame.”

A sharp silence fell.

“What was that, dear?”

“I said no, Madame.”

Madame Lulu didn’t smile, but something in her posture showed satisfaction.

“Good to know there are limits to break. That pleases me.”

The whip slid away, freeing me from that touch.

“But we’ll break them… little by little.”