Inferno

INFERNO

This is a complete work of fiction. Prior activities in prior chapters will affect future actions. There are numerous references in this chapter to actions and dialogue in previous chapters. All characters and dialogue are from my own perverse mind. No sexual activity of any kind involves characters younger than 18 years old.

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Chapter 7 Virgil Tasks Annie

Virgil called me the next day. "I understand that you made a pass at my daughter yesterday," he said straight out.

I knew what he was up to. "She made a pass atme," I said, "but I had every intention of taking her somewhere dark and making her scream until 'the angels sing'," I said. "I fell in love with Sara yesterday, my compliments on how you brought her up. You must be proud of the woman she has grown into and what she's accomplished."

"It was mostly her mother's doing," I sensed a very slight undertone of loss, "but, yes, I am proud, she's wonderful."

I began to broach the subject at hand. "She said that I could trust you implicitly, so I am."

I explained that during this past week I had determined I want adult sex, grown-woman sex, dark and dangerous sex that will leave my heart racing, bouquets and love letters are not necessary. I have loving dirty sex at home with someone who will never leave my side. I don't want a boyfriend or lover or future mate. I want someone(s) to use me for their pleasure, and I'll get my pleasure from my body reacting to the new experiences.

I've never seriously considered being with a woman in my whole life, but yesterday after leaving Sara, I could see myself in a tangle of hair and tongues and smooth naked legs intertwined with sweat and female pheromones filling the room. I've never wanted that before. Today I did.

Two weeks ago, I wanted those 3 young guys to just take me for their pleasure, nothing more. No complications.

Virgil said, "I think that Sara had a profound effect on you yesterday, I thought she might. She's very smart and knows exactly what she wants. Then she goes and gets it."

"She did affect me deeply," I said. "Prior to you sending me that those links and videos and prior to meeting with Sara, I knew nothing about the D/s lifestyle. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead, if I can answer it," he said.

To ease my bluntness somewhat, "First I want to tell you how very sad I am about you losing your wife so unexpectedly. Thank you again for comforting me after my mother died."

"Thanks, I'm mostly recovered, the scars have covered the wounds," he said softly. "What were you going to ask."

OK out with it... "Sara seems to have a somewhat different perspective on the D/s PE experience than much of what I've read. I don't see her taking shit from anyone on a daily basis, certainly not putting up with the horror materials where women are dehumanized. Long way around to asking, were you and your wife in a full time D/s relationship?"

He laughed in a very sexy manly way.... "Uhhhh, NO! She was Latin. If anything, she was 'Topping from Below', and, I value my eyes and my gonads, I did not demand nor expect her to be less than me, wediscussedeverything."

"That is one of the things I'm working on now," I replied. "Gerry has always been what I'd consider my Dom because I like it when he shows his love and desire by taking me sexually. I like that submission. But now,I'mrunning this part of our lives. He's given me complete control, and I don't want to screw it up."

"Yep, that's a lot of responsibility," he said.

"What I'm doing is wrong," I said, "I feel it in every part of me, but I want it. How do I do it?"

Virgil said, "I sent you that questionnaire for BDSM noobies. It should be the starting point for everyone. What did you think?"

I explained that I read everything on it and checked all the boxes as required then read over what I had done. My choices were soooo very vanilla and safe. That wasmeover the last 20 years but it's not what I want.

"OK," he said when I finished, "Rule #1 in Gibbs Book, you must be safe, therefore you must have a safe word and a safe signal if you can't speak. The most common safe words are 'Green' if everything is OK and you want to continue or MORE / HARDER; 'Yellow' is caution, slow down; Red is STOP, no questions asked. Hand signals are more complex."

"I'm OK with all of that," I said

"Rule #2 from Gibb's Book..."he must watch an awful lot of NCIS I thought or is it Virgil's Book"is 'Be Smart', don't put yourself at risk without protection. You don't walk around the docks naked at night, do you?"

Sara said that yesterday. She listened to her father? When do children do that, I thought? Or was it her mother and Virgil picked it up from Lucia? I'm going to go with it was Lucia's phrase.

Virgil said that protection is a trusted physical presence nearby overseeing a scene; health protection meaning 'condoms required' for any unknown sexual partner(s); complete trust in the one doing the Topping actions; agreement to the safe words / signals and then a safe environment. He said that I should not agree to anything if any of these are not present nor agreed upon.

'I think that I'm on board with all of that because at the end, I want to go home safely to my family," I said.

"But you want it hard, brutal, dark and dangerous, your words, right?" he replied, "And I'll add, you don't know what you don't know. There could be more."

"This is a fact," he continued looking straight at me to guage my reaction, "You aregoingto be hurt. Your partner should protect you from being damaged but the The BDSM / PE experiences are often violent and harsh which cause a lot of pain and suffering to the point of being made to cry and wanting to end the scene."

"Is that what you want?" he concluded.

Wow, I gasped inwardly. I was thinking of these scenes being more sexual than violent. Violence against my body? I guess online that's one of the key play scenes but I never really had tofeelit. I had to ask this, "Just to be clear will someone be whipping my breasts with a bull whip?"

Virgil came back, "I highly doubt it, and if you say 'NEVER' then that's a hard limit and it should never happen. There are other less dangerous but still severe ways to have that done if it's something you want to experience."

"Then, yes, I think that's what I'm looking for," I admitted.

"I doubt that you've ever been hit, have you, Annie?"

"I don't remembereverbeing hit, by anyone," I agreed. "Well, Jerry spanked me twice because I said I wanted to see what it was like."

"In these scenes often, youwill behit..... sometimes a lot.... and hit very hard; you may be spit upon; called horrible names and be made to cry intentionally. Is that what you want?" Virgil asked directly.

I sensed that this was a decision point, was I going to step out of the safe cocoon of my past life into an unknown future?

Here goes, "I don't know if I'll enjoy it but I think I can bear it and I want to find out."

"OK, you should tell your husband what you are planning. I'd also alert him that you may come home certain nights with marks on your body but that you have always been safe."

"I asked the sex question the other day, so I'll ask this question today. Areyougoing to hit me and hurt me?" I asked.

I could sense his thoughts, "I'm more inclined today to say Yes to both questions, but those decisions are a long way off."

Wow, that was going to be something to think about. Jerry was expecting me to give him all the sexy details about my dates, I don't think he ever considered hearing about the details of my beatings. Marks? The kids? More to consider.

"I want to have drinks with you Friday night," he suddenly said. "I'll give you the address of the restaurant in Princeton, we'll meet at the bar again."

Suddenly I had to think about everything on our jam-packed family calendar, "Uhhhhh, I think I can."

"Find a way to do it, it's your first task," then he hung up.

Princeton is about a 45-minute drive south from our house. All day long I was on edge, excited, scared, guilty, needy, unsure of my appearance, my desirability and my courage. What the fuck was I doing? Josh had a tournament in Maryland, so he and the girls were gone for the weekend. Jerry left work early to drive there as parental chaperone because he wanted to see Josh play. I begged off after telling Jerry that I had a date, a real date. I was going to meet another man. I told him that I had no idea what was going to happen.

I love, love, love my new haircut and styling. Since I've had it, I've received so many compliments and looks; I've seen men do double-takes and women have said that it's so... daring... Charlize Theron inOld Guard.I feel so alive when I'm in public, it's like I'm the center of everyone's attention. I'm happy with my 39-year-old body. I do yoga when I can, and I eat well so everything works, especially my libido.

Right now, my libido is approaching hyper drive. I'm soaked between my legs, I knew I would be so I'm wearing panties instead of a thong. I may be having sex with a very attractive man tonight. I want him to see me for the woman I am.

I skipped the bra for a cami and a soft lavender blouse to go with my favorite winter skirt, just down to knee level. It is January so I'm wearing tights for warmth and a warm dress coat to cover everything. But my shoes must make me feel good, so today I bought a comfortable pair of exposed toes 2" heels with thin straps just over the top of my arch. I feel sexy, free and comfortable. I intentionally understated my makeup and lipstick. And for the first time..ever?.. I have condoms in my purse. This is real.

Princeton has many fine restaurants and bistros, but the Nassau Club stands out. It was founded in 1889 by Woodrow Wilson and others and now it's a private social club. Virgil knows how to impress a lady, it's historic and stately. As I enter from the cold January evening air my cheeks are flushed, I ask if Virgil Penn has arrived. 'Yes, ma'am, he's expecting you.'

I am a lady who is about to become a brazen hussy, a slut and an adulteress. I smile as he stands to welcome me with a warm smile and comfortable hug. I feel good in his presence.

"Have I accomplished your first task?" I ask sweetly, looking up at him as he releases me from his arms.

He's taller than I expected, but he was sitting at the bar when we first met. He looks like an athlete now in his 50's. He's probably 8-10 inches taller than I am, I'd guess he weighs 200-ish or a little less on a nice solidly masculine build. He's very well dressed in a sport coat, slacks and a similar two-button-opened dress shirt. His light grey eyes go well with his greying hair and trim beard.

"With flying colors, Annie."

He takes my coat and folds it over an empty chair. His eyes sparkle and smile, I think he's happy to see me there in front of him. I'm excited and aroused and pleased to have him look at me.I can be yours tonight if you wish, I can feel my nipples betraying me, now being irritated by that annoying camisole.

"You know I'm a virgin," I tell him with a teasing sparkle in my eyes. "You are my first date in well over 20 years."I'm nervous and gooey and shaky inside. It's as if I was 18 or 19 again. Please be gentle. No, wait, cancel that. I don't want that at all.

"What will you be drinking, Annie? A martini again, dry with an olive?"

Perceptive, thought I. "Yes, thank you," I said softly. My lips forming the word 'Virgil' felt strangely excited. Would I be moaning his name later, soon, ever?

"Tonight, I want to get to know much more about you, Annie Delaney, and what you hope to experience. I can tell you a lot, answer other questions that you may not have asked Sara and frankly try to assess how much you can handle and how far you want to go. It's always easier done face-to-face."

I came back, "I like being face-to-face withyou," with a flirty twinkle. "You're easy on the eyes."

"You know witches when caught are burned at the stake."

The Eagles song immediately jumped into my mind, "Do I look like aWitchy Womanto you?"

"I'll have to see more of you to know."

He can flirt too, nice, but I can as well....

"I expect that you'll see all of me as intimately as you want," I said softly, no flirty eyes now. I looked directly into his soft grey eyes to tell him that I was ready for whatever he had in mind.

'We'll have dinner here tonight then I'd like you to come home with me where we'll spend the night getting to know each other very intimately," Virgil said.

"I thought about this on the way down here," I replied. "I know that you live here in Princeton and that you're very well known. However, I don't think going to your place is a safe environment. Nobody knows I'm here, I'm supposed to be home, and I don't really know you at all except that your daughter said to trust you. Frankly, I could just disappear. No offense," I said directly.

"Very good, Annie, I'm proud of you. Task #2 accomplished. Always look out for yourself."

Then he continued, "Do you want to sell your body to me tonight for the $5000 I promised?"

Oh shit, here I am again, with that scarlet "P" branded into my left breast. I feel the same as I did at Firenze, weak and vulnerable, yet wet and excited to be considering something so forbidden. My pulse is off the charts, and I can hardly breathe. Just like at Firenze I reached for my martini and killed it in one gulp.

"Not yet, Virgil," I said firmly.

He smiled, I think I passed again. "Let's have dinner then we'll discuss the one task that youwilldo for me tonight."

He's playing with me, the fucker, just like I play with Jerry. But even if he is just playing, I feel in an entirely different way, dirty and sexually aroused. Well done, sir.

Over dinner I asked a ton more questions about what I might experience. "Sara said that she often goes into Sub Space during scenes, will I?"

"That's a hard question to answer because everyone is so different, you may easily slip into it but it can also be dangerous to the submissive. Being in it is a physical/psychological defense against the pain and abuse."

Immediately I flashed to what my mother told me one time after she was raped, 'I was somewhere else'.

"The risk to the you if you're in Sub Space is that you may not know how much abuse you're taking, the guardrails are gone. That's why youmusthave someone watching over you, to protect you. It's got to be someone who recognizes where you are and doesn't allow your limits to be exceeded."

"Sara is leaving for the West Coast; she'll be on her own there. Are you concerned about her there?" I asked.

He replied, "She has a professional career ahead of her. She may just have to hold her 'playing' in check until she finds someone she can trust to watch over her. She's a smart woman; she'll make good choices."

While he said that I felt that between the words I heard a father's concern.

"For you, Annie Delaney, I have a few more tasks for you to handle, one tonight, so that I can gauge your reactions to certain situations that will arise if you are serious about being in the PE realm."

"What do I have to do?" was almost an automatic response.

"Later, after dinner. You asked me about sex with you. What if it wasn't me, what if it wasothers?"

Again, an almost automatic reply from me, "What do you mean byothers?"

"What doyouunderstand others to be?" he clarified.

"First, 'other' would I assume to be someone other than you whom I've been told to trust. From what you've told me and what Sara said, William seems to be your alter ego. I'm guessing that if you and he shared your wife in scenes, that I should probably expect that as well. I'm being honest and I'm fine with that."

"Is him being a black man an issue?"

"Nope."

"What if there were more than one person involved in a scene? And they all wanted to play with you or use your body?"

"I'd be very excited and honestly very afraid."Just the thought makes me squeeze inside, my feminine fluids seep onto my panties.

"I have two tasks for you during the next week, He said, "One is, you need to consider... fetishes. Which, if any, are you OK with? Two is, tell me your darkest most unspoken fantasy."

I don't even know what fetishes are; how am I supposed to make decisions like that? Now I've got to go online and find out what I don't know. I can see why what I've been experiencing my whole prior life is termed 'vanilla'. But am I expected to taste every flavor in the store now?

"I'm going to take you to a few of the BDSM Dungeons / Clubs in NYC one weekend. Seeing the activities in person is far better than theoretically reading about them. You'll need to free up a Friday and Saturday night then into Sunday morning. What are you planning to tell your children?"

"Ayieeeee, that's an issue. I don't know. The girls are so close to me they can almost read my thoughts and sense my feelings. They will know that something is different with me."

"We went through it with Sara, I truly believe that bringing everything out into the open is what is best, but you have to decide for your family."

"Let's get our coats and take a drive, you have a task to complete tonight."

What am I going to be doing at 9 pm on a January night?

We left my car at the club, I guess I must have alittlefaith in him and got into his Lexus Hybrid SUV. It was very nice in comparison to my vanilla family van. I saw my vanilla life disappearing in the rear-view mirror. I thought that objects in the rearview mirror arenotcloser than they seem, my 39-year existence is getting farther and farther away it appears.

Virgil said, "A few miles up ahead is a busy intersection where the Interstate crosses over this highway. There's a truck stop, a 7Eleven, several other gas stations and fast-food restaurants. They'll all be busy at 9pm on a Friday night."

I could feel the jitters and queasiness inside. I don't think I'm going to like this.

"You have two choices; I will drop you off in the parking lot of the truck stop as you are and you will knock on the doors of the trucks parked there overnight and you will entice one of them to pay you $50 to give him a blow job."

I almost puked my very nice dinner in his beautiful vehicle; it would serve him right.

"The second choice is you will remove all your clothing here in the vehicle," I stared at him, "then you'll redress yourself in just your blouse, skirt and shoes and go into the 7Eleven there to buy a coffee. I'm going to adjust your appearance somewhat though," he smiled, "but no submissives will be hurt during production of this scene." He grinned at his own wittiness.

"I'm not doing the BJ thing."

"I didn't think you would, but everyone is different."

We drove to the edge of the 7Eleven parking lot whichwasbusy on a Friday night. He parked and looked at me, and I stared at him.

"Well?" he said, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Here?"

"Would you rather do it outside where it's frigid?"

"Are you going to watch me?"

"Yes"

There's no sexy dance that can be done in the front seat of an SUV. It's all utilitarian. FUCK YOU, Virgil! Was this our date? FUCK YOU, AGAIN.

"Do it now, Annie."

I shrugged off my coat and unbuttoned my blouse. I slipped it over my shoulders and left it on the console. My lovely two ladies suddenly woke up screaming.....