The Queen in the Crowd

[ja****]

She was sitting by herself amidst the noise of the crowd, the smell of leather and metal hanging thick in the air. Alone, yet not lonely, like a queen in her own kingdom. She didn’t bother to notice the hungry eyes around her. She was elsewhere, in her private world.

She was older than most, elegant, and unmistakably present. The kind of woman the world seems to orbit around.

We were at a BDSM convention. The hall buzzed with energy, people dressed in leather, posing, laughing, playing. Some participated, some watched. But not her. And not me.

I wasn’t there for the show. I had been assigned to write a piece on the BDSM lifestyle for a local magazine. But everywhere I looked, I saw only performance. Leather and smiles. Costumes and noise. Nothing real. Nothing raw. And she seemed to feel the same.

Curious, I approached her carefully, not wanting to intrude on her quiet defiance. She noticed me, closed her book with deliberate grace, and smiled.

“Oh boy,” she said softly, “we have a wanderer.”

I returned her smile. “There isn’t much to wander about. Just leather and smiles.”

She tilted her head. “And you’re not here for either.”

“No,” I said. “I’m here for the reasons behind it all.”

Her smile deepened. “So am I.” She reopened her book, as if the conversation was over.

But I wasn’t ready to let her go. “Then why aren’t you in leather? Why aren’t you smiling?”

She lifted her eyes. “Do you want to know the real BDSM? What this show is truly about?”

“Yes,” I answered eagerly. “I’d love that.”

“Then I’ll tell you. But only if you do one simple task for me.”

My chest tightened. “What task?”

Her voice dropped lower, firmer. “You will take fif*** strokes with the cane. Five will be soft. Five will sting. And the last five will hurt.”

I swallowed, her words heavy in the air. She was giving me a choice, a map of what awaited me.

“And if I don’t survive them?”

She smiled faintly. “Then I’ll wish you a blessed day and send you on your way.”

“Deal,” I said.

The air shifted. The crowd faded. It was just her, me, and the secrets she guarded behind those fif*** strokes.

She stood, adjusted her skirt, and picked up her cane. Her presence filled the space between us. “Open your hands. Raise your palms.”

I obeyed.

The first stroke was soft, but I felt it echo through my bones.

“That’s one,” she said, pleased. “Very good.”

The second, third, and fourth followed. My face flushed, my palms damp with sweat.

The fifth landed. She smiled. “You’re doing well. How do your hands feel?”

“It’s new,” I admitted. “But it feels real. Present.”

“Good,” she said. “Now the next five will sting. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

The first stinging strike rattled through me, sharp enough to make me shiver. By the fourth, I was questioning myself, spiraling inward, ***d to confront the edges of my own endurance. The fifth brought a strange relief, as if completing a trial.

She rested the cane behind her back and stepped closer. “How are we feeling?” Her tone shifted now, softer, connected.

“I… I feel alive.”

“You are almost there,” she whispered. “Five more, and you’ll have what you came for. Ready? Or do you want to end it here?”

“Ready,” I said without hesitation.

She moved behind me, leaned close, her breath against my ear. “These last five will hurt the most. They will be terrible. Are you sure you want them?”

“Yes,” I said, steady this time. “I’m ready.”

The first was lightning, sudden, brutal, all-consuming.
The second broke through deeper, almost unbearable.
The third and fourth blurred into something primal.
And the fifth, the final stroke, shattered and remade me.

I stood trembling, yet strangely exalted.

She lowered the cane. “You did very well. How do you feel?”

I laughed nervously, my eyes burning. “Like crying. But also… free.”

She smiled knowingly. “Now you want to know the real BDSM?”

“Yes.”

“This is it,” she said simply. “The temptation that feeds your curiosity. The eagerness that drives you toward pleasure so absolute, you’ll endure *** by choice. I didn’t *** you, you chose to endure. You wanted truth, so you walked the hard road. You wanted pleasure, so you embraced ***. You wanted the real, and so you stepped beyond the show.”

[Sa****]

Very well done 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

[Se****]

I said this many times but I will say it again anyway, You are very talented Jay, encore!

[ja****]

43 minutes ago, SassySexyLover said:

Very well done 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Thank you 😊

[ja****]

42 minutes ago, SexcretSinz said:

I said this many times but I will say it again anyway, You are very talented Jay, encore!

😍😍 thank you

[MH****]

Simply perfect! Oh the memories. Thank you for sharing your talent.

[ja****]

15 minutes ago, MHC51 said:

Simply perfect! Oh the memories. Thank you for sharing your talent.

You are welcome☺️ and I hope I did bring the good memories back. Thank you for your kind words

[MH****]

2 hours ago, jaykkolins said:

You are welcome☺️ and I hope I did bring the good memories back. Thank you for your kind words

Of course they were delicious memories.