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Scarlet

"There are places in and around Seattle that one can go and practice. Learn to do what I do." Christian's words, from weeks ago, echoed in my brain. I want him back. I need him back.

My subconscious was staring at me with her half-moon specs and tapping her foot angrily. Do you really think he would take you back now? You blew it with him, for good. Hearing that, my inner goddess strutted up to my subconscious and slapped her. You don't know that for certain. Besides, I know a thing or two about men, and I think he will. Ana will just have to man up and take some punishment.

Could I? Would I really go as far as to learn to be a proper submissive, just to please him? Yes, yes I would. Since Kate was at work, I powered up her laptop and opened Google. Now, what do I type in? BDSM brothels?

"There are places in and around Seattle…Learn to do what I do." With my mind made up, I searched for BDSM brothels in the Seattle area and was shocked with all the locations. Oh my.

I found the one with the better ratings and went through the website. A little, popular place that fronted as a nightclub. Club Scarlet. I wrote down the address, cleared the search history and was out the door.

The place was easy enough to find, and I went in, wearing Kate's plum dress and matching heels. The air was thick with sweat, sex and alcohol. I was definitely in the right place.

Approaching the bar, I ordered a beer, knowing I would need it to calm my nerves. Once again, my subconscious was tapping her foot angrily and shaking her head in disapproval. On the other hand, my inner goddess was vibrating with excitement.

Halfway through my beer, I had built up the courage to ask the bartender what I needed to ask him and waved him over.

"What can I get for you, sweetheart?" He asked with a crooked grin on his face. He was handsome, with dark, chiseled features and long dark hair, but he was no Christian Grey.

I flushed, but plastered a nervous smile on my face. "Hi, I'm looking for someone to help me with something."

His eyes got a little bit darker, and I knew he knew where I was going with this. "And what sort of help do you require?"

If it was possible, I flushed even more. "Um, well the sort of Dom/sub sort of help." I stammered nervously, hoping I wasn't making a complete fool of myself.

"You'll need to talk to Jo. Follow me." He signaled to the other bartender that he would be right back, and led me through the throng of people dancing. Their bodies were twisting and gyrating to the sultry music blaring through the club, a sensual and erotic rhythm that caused my insides to tighten.

We came to a door in the far corner of the club, and he punched in a number then motioned for me to step inside. I waited for him to close the door then proceeded to follow him through the dark corridor. We stopped at the door at the far end of the hall and he knocked quietly. Faintly, I could hear someone on the other side call out, but I couldn't make it out. I entered the room as he shut the door and then disappeared, headed back to the bar. Great…

Turning my attention back to the person sitting at the desk, I was shocked to find a woman. A very stunning woman, to be honest. She smiled at me, showing perfect teeth. Her hair was long and thick, and the most beautiful shade of red I had ever seen. Eyes as green as emeralds. Breathtaking.

"How can I help you, dear?" Her voice was husky, and slid over my skin like smoke. Holy shit, I'm being turned on by a woman.

Shaking my head to clear it, I found my voice. "Excuse me, are you Jo?"

"Yes, I am. I take it you're not here to complain about my club, are you? You're here for something else entirely." She said. Of course she knew why I was here.

"Yes." I took a deep breath. You can do this, Ana. "I want to learn to be a proper submissive." There, I said. That wasn't so hard.

She smiled, a sultry up turn of her lips. "Well then have a seat, and let's go over some paperwork."

I rolled my eyes and sighed as I sat down across from her. More paperwork…great.

oOoOo

Two hours later we had discussed every little detail of the NDA and the contract I was to sign. This contract was far more detailed and complex than the one Christian had wanted me to sign. Hard and soft limits excluded, I was pretty much ready to start my 'training'.

"Now, if you feel like you're ready, and want to do this then just sign on the dotted line." Jo said soothingly, sensing my hesitation and unease.

I looked up at her and smiled shyly. "I don't think I'll ever be ready, but I want to do this. I have to do this. If I want to be with the person I love, I have to learn to enjoy what they enjoy. There is no other option for me if I want to be happy." I had to swallow my tears just at the thought of never being with him again. The thought is unbearable.

Jo gasped, and her eyes were shining with sympathy and wonder. "That is the most heartfelt and honest thing anybody has ever said in this room, Anastasia. Whoever has stolen your heart is very lucky. I hope that when you have accomplished what you feel you need to do, you both are very happy, and that you are cherished."

I flushed scarlet, and looked down as I signed the contract. "Thank you." I murmured.

I pushed the contract across the desk once I signed, and she signed directly beneath my name and put the contract in a manila folder, labeled it with my name and stuck in a locked cabinet. Turning back to me, she leaned against the desk and stared down at me, arms across her chest. "Now, when would you like to start your training?"

A lump was forming in my throat, and I had to fight down my anxiety. "Um, as soon as possible, but whenever you feel would be best." I stared down at my hands, silently wringing them in my lap.

"Well then follow me, Anastasia." Jo pushed off the desk and walked past me to the door. I stood to comply and was ushered out of the room to stand in the corridor as she locked her office. I followed her down a side hallway and into dark room. She hit a button next to the door and the lights came to life, illuminating the room in a silver glow.

Much like the Red Room of Pain, this room had a bed in the center, four-poster with indigo colored sheets and matching pillows. The canopy was removed and in its place was a suspension bar with leather restraints. Against one wall was an assortment of whips and crops. On the opposite wall was a shelf with vibrators of all sizes, as well as butt plugs. Sitting in the corner of the room was a chair, luxurious silver lining and more indigo coloring. Resting on the arm of the chair was a remote control and more leather restraints. And, right in the center of the chair, was a vibrator. I've heard of these chairs before. Finally, on the wall next to me was an assortment of ball gags, masks, ropes and cuffs, and plastic tubing. Plastic tubing?

Oh my, what am I going to do?