THE SADIST - 3 CASE STUDIES - Extract

 

"I didn't know if I would come. I still don't know if I've done the right thing."

Alexis, an impossibly pretty brunette just twenty years old spoke as though she was deep in thought.

"And yet you came. You felt compelled to come, right? You needed to follow through on those feelings you've experienced for years right?"

Elsa smiled at the girl who was blossoming into stunning womanhood - she'd go softly softly on her since she was so young. She didn't want to scare her, not yet. Her voice was throaty, cigarette smoky and slipped from between powder red lips as though the words were wet.

There was the sound of a leather restraint being snapped tighter, around the tiny wrists of Alexis. And as that happened there was the sight of her fingers curling into a ball, trying to form a fist, but the restraint so tight that completing that fist was impossible. Then the other one - 'snap' 'snap' and that wrist was also immobilised. She sucked in breath, realising an increasing predicament and dilemma was now in her real life and not in her dreams in the small hours of the morning.

"I did feel compelled to come yes. I needed to know, 'need' to know what's on the other end of these feelings."

Alexis's words were laboured, and yet clear.

"Tell me about these dreams you have. Tell me the smallest detail, in as much detail as you can muster."

Elsa stopped what she was doing so that she could concentrate on the vision that was Alexis, in front of her. Soon, this young woman would be entirely disabled, barely able to twitch a muscle, so she wanted to hear her now, before that happened. There was the rustle of a tight leather catsuit that Elsa wore. And then the release of the aroma of her expensive perfume.

This was a woman who exuded this wealth and this expensiveness. It was like she came from wealth and like she wore it well. There was no sign of her past links to professional BDSM services that she supplied on a very lucrative basis. She was different now. This was a different chapter of her life and she'd left that other sometimes distasteful stuff behind. Now she was a full blown, lifestyle sadist who could be herself and who didn't need to 'act' in order to reveal the real her. Now she could be herself.

Alexis could speak and yet she was more than aware of herself being debilitated by this older woman.

"Dreams, wet dreams about other women causing me pain. Pain in my mind. Pain to my body - my private parts. I gave up trying to work out where it comes from. I'm not even lesbian. I've never even kissed another girl."

She stopped as though she'd run out of words for the time being.

"Where do you think it comes from? What were your earliest recollections of these dreams?

Elsa spoke as she began the work of debilitating Alexis again. The thing about Elsa was that she looked casual even though what she was about to do, over time, was cause this young woman anguish and hurt like she would have never thought possible. Not even in those dreams she experienced.

"I don't know. It's like they've always been there, in my head, you know? Like I don't even remember a time when they weren't there - always in the back of my mind, waiting for me to go to sleep so that they can pounce on me. That's the truth of it."

Alexis sounded teary. But she would to an extent because she was having more and more of her freedom taken off her. Elsa sounded like she was ignoring Alexis but she wasn't.

"You know you're very wet, down here, very, very wet. Does talking about this turn you on? You know, more than those dreams make you? I mean, you DO wake up from those dreams wet, right?"