Madam Edda (with That One Guy)

[anxiouscat]

She carefully looked over the application,as she did with every application. This one wasn't normally her type, but there was something about this young man that she found very interesting. She was drawn to the part of the application where she requested that he explain some of the hardships he'd been experiencing, if any of them had been the reason he went through with the process. It seemed he was having a hard time adjusting to civilian life, and she couldn't help but wonder what it was he hoped she could do for him.

Maybe he wanted to be the one following orders rather than giving them?

She had to admit she didn't know much about military life. Her father, who had been in the military for just over two decades, made sure she never had an interest in it. That wasn't his intent, of course, but he was an authoritarian. Every request an order, Edda never quite measured up in his eyes and sent her into a spiral that would have been self destructive for anyone else. But it was how Edda found her calling, and she had been doing this for years now. When she was younger, her clients were usually older men but her tastes changed as she grew older. Now she enjoyed the sweet faces of innocent, barely legal boys. Some of her clients had been a little older, but no older than she wanted them.

Edda's clients varied in personality. She prefered the shy ones, the sweet ones. But the self-assured fuck boys were fun to break. This young man didn't seem to fit into either of those categories. She was seriosuly considering him, more so than the others that offer applications. Maybe she needed a change of pace herself.

She quickly looked through the other again, to make sure she hadn't missed anything important in an of them. There were quite a few of them, there always were when she was accepting new clients. Some were new, some had submitted applications before. She would take one of them eventually, for some she wanted to test their resolve. Others made themselves seem entitled and she didn't like that. She knew she already made up her mind and returned to the young man who had been discharged from the military. She located his contact information and sent him an email letting him know he'd been chosen as her next client.

In the email their were directions. She would need his address so she could send someone to pick him up and bring him and whatever he wanted to bring with him to her house. He wouldn't have to worry about anything but doing what he was told by her, some of it might be humiliating, but she felt that might be what he needed. After that he would be taken to a restarant. He was instructed to wear a nice suit. She also included a little surprise at the send of her message...

She would be waiving her fee for him. Her way of thanking him for his service.

 

[That One Guy]

William had forgotten where he first saw the advertisement. There were so many, but that one stuck out. It seemed genuine - not like another scam. The eyes - piercing and real. Still, him, a decorated veteran of the Marines, going to see a Dominatrix. The guys in the barracks would never let him…

… There were no more barracks. No uniform to put on. No mission. No troops.

The last few months since his medical discharge had been less than ideal. He had some income, so he could live and eat. But he had little notion of what to do with himself. Jobs seemed harder - the pace of civilians was direly lacking, in his view. He read a lot - always more of a bookworm than most of his fellow Marines, but learning new things or fiction escapism really held his attention for long.

Most dates were disasters. Once they got all up about how brave and hard shit might have been, he was out. It's not brave to get blown up, or watch your buddies die. Not brave to shit in a hospital for two months before the government decided you were too broken to go back out and kick some ass.

Yet that advertisement stuck in his head, and one night, after a few too many bourbon and cokes, he filled out the application. Oddly, former Sergeant William Gage was honest about it. After that he’d nearly forgotten about it. Then the email came.

She wanted to meet him. Her house, and dinner. Wear a suit. He rolled his eyes at that, but knew he’d have to go shopping. While he was entitled to wear his uniform still, this was not the sort of thing he’d put on his dress duds for.

And she was waiving the fee. A substantial one.

A shopping trip later for a real suit, the former Combat Engineer stood ready on the appointed day waiting for a ride. He was not used to taking a ride here in the civilian world , preferring to drive - but… well he did ask for this. Maybe it would get his mind off shit.

Maybe he was a damned fool.

He supposed he was about to find out, as he waited for the car, a small bag in hand. No rifle, no armor, no safety gear. How odd the world was… just one bag to travel with.

 

[anxiouscat]

His ride would arrive soon enough, exactly at the time she said it would. The drive would get out and walk around to open the door for, "Evenin' Mr. Gage," he greeted, a friendly older man. His face was wrinkled with smile lines as he greeted the younger man. His gray facial hair was a sharp contrast to his dark skin, "Or would you like it if I called you sarge? Miss Edda said you was a military man. I'll take that for you, you just make yourself comfortable right in there," the driver instructed motioning to the now open door.

After they were all set, it was time to go. Their first stop was Edda's house. It was a little out of the way. Just barely considered still in the city limits. It was set back from the road, and an older style home. Brick and dark wood. The driveway lead to a circle in front of the house, with nother path that lead to a garage.

The car stopped in front of the house, the door opened and a woman stepped out. Even at a glance it was easy to identify her as the woman in the ad. Her raven dark hair, wavy and flowing over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. She greeted the driver like and old friend as he helped her down the front steps. "You are a doll, Freddie," she praised as the door was open and she climbed. Truth be told, she could manage just fine on her own. Even in those heels that seemed to go on forever. She seemed to have no issues moving in the tight skirt that came up to her waist. Her blouse, dark green, was tucked into the skirt and the front open and low cut enough to reveal her ample bosom tucked neatly into the lace cups of the corset, mostly hidden under her blouse.

She immediately looked over at her guest, her gaze was an odd combination of friendly and intense, almost preditory. "Well, are you a treat," even if she was faking interest, it was impossible to tell. Her body language said she was interested and invested in her new toy, she even moved close enough so that their bodies were almost touching. "I hope you don't mind that I'd like to make the most of our time together, William," her smile was sweet, but there was something behind it that suggested she was anything but.

 

[That One Guy]

William got comfortable in the limo, and said ‘Mr. Gage’ was fine. He was trying to move on after all, right? The older man took his bag, and soon he was in fact… just enjoying a ride. Out past the suburbs, they finally came to what looked like an older farm house. Not ancient, but… well kept and stood the test of time. While the farm that probably took up this whole area had been broken into many smaller lots, there was still quite some distance from her neighbor.

Quiet. Isolated, yet still in the community.

Stopping in the driveway, he was not let out, but instead a gorgeous woman emerged and Freddie went to assist her and opened the door. Despite the nature of the advertisement, being near monochrome, he knew it was her. Madam Edda.

As she slipped inside the car gracefully, the young man admired her. Long legs, perfect posture and an intense presence. He found himself breathing just a little deeper, just from how close she sat to him.

Her comment about not wasting time did have him smile. “That sounds great, Ma’am,” he responded - not at all moving away, not not cloning the small distance either.

Not knowing entirely what to do in this situation, he figured it was between a date and a meeting. So he started with the basics. “Thank you for… well selecting me, I suppose.” He offered another slight smile, and then reached into his jacket.

Out came a rose, and he handed it over to her. Seemed right, for such a pretty lady - and never show up empty handed.

She was stunning - older than he, clearly, but radiant. Confident. Alluring in ways women his age were not. This woman had experience and practice in being beautiful, and it showed. Not for the first time, he wondered if this was sane. He was pretty sure he was over his head.

Parts of him didn’t much care about that fact.

 

[anxiouscat]

She was pleasantly surprised by him.

Sweat and polite.

"Mmm," she took a moment to smell the rose. It was lovely. "Thank you, my darling," the pet names started early, too. She didn't necessarily like being called ma'am, but was already thinking of fun way she could break him of that little habit.

She carefully set the rose aside for the time being so she could focus on him. "You know, young men like you normally aren't my type," she started, "But I can already tell we're going to have so much together." Her hand had been resting on his leg, closer to his knee, but with a light squeeze to let him know that it was very much there and he was very much hers. At least, until his contract was up. Or if he felt he needed to step back early.

She was turned, leaning against the seat with her legs crossed. She used the shift to draw attention to the very obvious and very high slit in the side of her skirt. It was obviously done on purpose, inviting him to look at the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. Soft and creamy, practically begging to be touched. "Try to relax, my dear," she was aware that was something he needed help with. Just letting loose. Letting things go. "I can't say I know how it feels from lack of personal experience, but I know the transition you're going through now can be hard. If you need anything outside of my usual services, tell me, please. " She was serious, but her expression softened as she spoke. She had never gone through what he was dealing with herself but that didn't mean she wasn't aware of it. "This whole thing is for you, after all. Remember that," she reminded him.

 

[That One Guy]

Darling, the hand on his thigh, the obvious show of leg, yet somehow...she made it all seem classy. Refined. Elegant. Things most women he’d been with were not described as.

Things he’d never really taken any interest in… until now. Now it seemed like he should ponder what he’d been missing.

She also spoke of other needs, and he shook his head. “Thank you Ma’am, but… I am learning. Maybe trying to turn over a new leaf. Try different things - maybe be someone else. I don’t know. But… I’m stable. Just not very content with where I am.” Again he was blatantly honest, but it seemed right.

And her smile, the promise of that long exposed leg, her touch… he liked it. “I was put in other people’s hands before, at the hospital. Didn’t much care for it. Couldn’t relax. But now... “ he let out a sigh, “Well now I know there is no going back, so learning to relax seems to be a priority.” An actual smile hit his face, and almost a chuckle.”

Looking over at Madam Edda, he stayed silent for a moment, and then smiled more. “Guess I am in your hands… for whatever the lessons are. I promise to try and relax… but even if I can’t, I have a feeling it will all be enjoyable, and memorable anyway. Thank you.”

 

[anxiouscat]

Her gaze dropped down to her hand, it slid up his leg ever so slightly, then back down closer to his knee and she would repeat the process as she spoke, her hand reaching higher up his leg with each pass upward.

"Sounds less like you need to change yourself and more like you need to accept the changes you've already been through," her hand paused at his knee, "I don't know if what I have planned for you will help you do that, but you might learn some secrets about yourself you never thought could ever be true," her hand started moving again.

"I really just want you to feel comfortable with me and what we do. I want you on edge," she explained, her sneaking higher than before, the tips of her fingers grazing against his inner thigh," But not... tense," she continued, her expression remained friendly, gentle. However, her eyes glimmered playfully as she watched him. Taking in his expression, and little outward change he exhibited. He was in her hands, literally and figuratively, but she wasn't sure if he actually trusted her or not. These military men could be hard to read.

She shifted, so the knee of the bared leg would bump into his. Another little subtile nudge to draw his attention to her body, something she could pretend was done on accident if asked. Or maybe she would admit to her little tricks if hard pressed for answers. She kicked her foot slightly, "We have some time before we make it to our destination. Why don't you tell me about the sort of things you want to try," it was information that was on his application, but she found having her clients actually talk about it helped to ease them into the process, make them a little more comfortable with what they're doing. It was a lot like having the discussion with an actual partner, which she had also discovered would put a new client at ease. At this point her hand stopped on his upper thigh, carefully creeping onto his inner, fingertips getting close to but not quite reaching home.

 

[That One Guy]

She was reassuring, but also staying mysterious. Alluring. She moved with purpose. How many times had he yelled at troops to ‘move with a purpose’ - but now that brought on entirely new meanings. She commanded her body more like an artist - but the control he respected. Her hand on his leg commanding a response - also acknowledged and respected.

No rush, yet not wasting time, and calling for clarity. Honesty.

Even if it was odd.

Nodding, he looked at her hand, and her exposed leg, appreciatively, with a smile, then back up to her. “Well, it seemed like the idea of handing over control, for a while, seemed like a good idea. Someone who felt like they knew what they were doing - at least with the bounds of their ‘world’. I have not made such great choices in this new world.” He shrugged, and continued. “But I Think you are asking about specifics, what… kinks… I seek?” Another deep breath, “Well Ma’am, I found the idea of bondage rather interesting. And some research online, seemed the… ‘impact play’ I think it’s called. Pain feeling good. That sounds awfully interesting. The rest… well, I admit I don’t know, what I don’t know. I try not to be the ‘know it all, alpha man, thump my chest and demand I am right’ sort. In the end, that’s why troops trusted me, I think. Never pretend to know more than you do - be honest - then they will help get the mission done.”

He shook his head, disappointed in himself. ”I’m sorry, I kinda just… drift back to that lingo. Kind of only thing I’ve known. But hey - on the bright side, at least you know I am sued to taking orders.” he chuckled, trying to bring light to the moment.

He looked back down at her hand, close as it was to touching much more than a leg through his slacks - but not quite. Again he looked up and smiled, enjoying her game. It kept him on edge, but also distracted from darker thoughts. He had to admit, short ride as it was so far, it was already a pretty decent time.

 

[anxiouscat]

"It's quite alright, my darling," she assured him, her tone gentle, patient, understanding. "It's easy to fall back on habits that feel comfortable, especially when there is so much change going on at one time. Even if we don't particularly care for them." She smiled, "Besides, as long as you don't try barking orders at me, I think it'll be just fine," she joked back. In case he needed that little reassurance that she was unbothered by the way he chose to speak. Or how was relating this to his previous experience. It was a good policy to have, she agreed.

"Well, we can start slow, with some little things to see how you like it," she explained, "It was be incredibly overwhelming trying to do too much at once. For the bondage," she continued, moving her hand from his leg to take a gentle hold on one of his own, "Why don't we just start by binding your hands first," she lifted his hand until it was about eye level and admired it for a moment, "And what lovely hands they are," her fingertips brushed gently against his palm as she lowered it back down. "We'll have to go over something when it comes the impact play, and again, start slow and move on from there. I don't wish to do anything that would cause you to have an unpleasant reaction, or hurt you," part of the fun of the impact play was the pain, but she had a feeling he understood what she meant. If you weren't careful this sort of thing could do more harm than good.

She lowered his hand onto her knee, inviting him to have a feel, but not pushing him to do so. They would have to move at his pace in the beginning to ease him into it and help him feel comfortable. "What experience do you have? I'll have a very hard time believing it's easy for women to keep their hands off of you, William, you're a very handsome young man," she cooed, perfectly at ease with their conversation, as if it were something people just chatted about it, while she continued to carefully and lightly tease him.

They would make it to their destination soon, but there was enough time to finish this part of the conversation. She was looking forward to continuing it once inside the restaurant.

 

[That One Guy]

Darling...not something he’d been called much before, but it made him smile. She had an easy manner that made him relax...and not feel bad for falling back on what he was used to. The joke about barking orders at her had him shaking his head in agreement.

She lifted and admired his hand, talking of binding them. Complimenting his hands… another thing he was unaccustomed to. It seemed that the things he found uncommon were far, far more numerous here than he’d ever guessed already. Again, William nodded along with her plan, and grinned when his hand was placed on her smooth, perfect leg, and he let it slide up from the knee just a bit - letting her know he would love to touch more.

Her question about experience had him shrug. “I mean… I’ve not had problems getting women. Civilian chics in a bar near base...easy. Most actual relationships were with fellow military members. Dated and Air Force chic for awhile… she liked fuzzy handcuffs and getting spanked occasionally, but that is about it for...things like this.” Grinning, “I mean, I didn’t get many complaints or anything. Saw some bondage shows in Europe. Looked up porn about it. Honestly, until seeing that ad...your eyes… I never really thought about being on the submissive side of anything.”

Trying to make it sound better than it was, he offered, “So… maybe you get a clean slate to work with?” trying to make that make up for lack of experience.

 

[anxiouscat]

"We don't always have to do that sort of thing," she explained, "Sometimes it's just as fun to do things in what most a more normal way. Nothing flashy, just a simple, good time." She definitely understood the need to drop all the extra stuff and just plain fuck. Or touch, or watch. Watching was fun. She would love to watch him, she had a mirror she could use to make him watch himself. "I'm adaptable, my darling, anything you need or want, within my own limits, I will do for you."

Just as she finished explaining that, the car slowed to a stop in front of their destination. The driver walked around to William's side of the car and opened the door for them.

She held his arm as they walked inside together. Of course, they pulled looks from the other patrons as they were lead back to Edda's usual table in the back of the restaurant, kind of set aside from the rest of the room. Mostly of disapproval, but she paid them no mind and urged William to do the same. There were always going to be people who had something to say about things they didn't understand and it was best to ignore it. However, she did like to have a little more privacy when getting to know a new client. She found it always helped them relax a little as they talked, especially when she started to get handsy, and she always got handsy.

The booth was rounded, with a small circle table. She sat close to him again, mimicking her posture in the car, keeping things mild for the time being, "Put your hand back where it was," she ordered, but her tone remained more gentle for now.

"Tell me about the things you know you don't want anything to do with," she requested, that was an important topic as well. Limits. Even with his lack of experience, he had to know there were some things that just were not for him. Whether he really had no interest in it, or if it was something that made him uncomfortable.

 

[That One Guy]

Once they arrived, it was fun walking into the restaurant with her. A gorgeous woman on his arm, and despite the age difference, he figured all would know she was way the hell out of his league were all things normal. But it became clear things were not, in fact, normal, and some onlookers picked up on that - with disapproving looks.

Madam Edda expertly ignored them, and guided him to do the same. In fact he took it as a challenge, and pulled her just a little closer. This woman had been nothing but encouraging, sympathetic, and kind. That others might judge her irked him. Fuck them, what the hell did they know? He certainly was embracing his ignorance of things, and was glad he’d filled out that application already.

Sitting he smiled wide, for her, himself, and any disapproving onlookers. When she told him to put his hand back, that smile grew even more. “Yes Ma’am, he said softly, but enthusiastically, and let that hand slip to her thigh once more, and a light squeeze.

Before the waiter could appear, she asked about what he didn’t want to do. With a mild shrug, and still smiling, “Well, I figure I have enough scars...so I won’t need any more of those. In fact...not even sure it's something in your...eh, catalog of services, but I could do with any cutting. Looking shit up on the internet, seems kinda popular… but I think some other professionals tapped me out there.” He tried to make it a joke, but William really was done being cut on.

“And, I guess similar… I am over drugs. Booze is good, the occasional pot now that I am out...but nothing else.” With a deep breath, he honestly finished, “It's about control, right...I don’t want to be out of control mentally. The rest of this is… ok, so long as my mind is still there, and trustworthy. Also not big on the sissy stuff...feminization. You'll always look much better in heels and stockings than I will...why bother.” With a wink, and a grin he added, “Anything else I am not for...I doubt is on your docket...classy lady, as you are.”

Leaning in, to whisper in her ear, making a point of being intimate as the waiter approached, “The rest...let’s find out together...the fun, and the checked the box once...who knows?”

 

[anxiouscat]

"Hmm," she shifted in her seat, leaning against the back of her booth, half sideways, her elbow ontop and her head against her hand. Edda listened intently as he answered her question, but her gaze didn't linger on his face. They drifted down, following her other hand as it was gently pressed to his chest and drifted down. Edda didn't care for the sight of blood, so cutting was not something he needed to worry about. She had no wish to scar him further... No wish to alter his already perfect body. Not that she had actually seen him yet, but she could feel the way his muscles rippled through his shirt. She might like to scratch him, though, not draw blood... Temporary marks, so he would know. So that he would know, at least for the time being, that he belonged to her.

Drugs were a no. Alcohol, well, it helped these things when they were relaxed. When their inhibitions were lowered. Pot... Could do the samething, but she wasn't a fan of it. "Oh... I want you masculine. Not in a toxic way, and I don't want to immasculate you. But I cannot say that I would not like to see what you look like in heels and stockings. Just for fun," she added with a soft chuckle.

She noticed the waiter approaching, she also noticed his breath on her skin. "Mmm," she groaned softly and her eyes fluttered shut, "And what fun we will have, my darling..." The hand on his abdomen had moved onto his leg, fingers creeping close to home again. And she did not pull her hand away when the waiter asked what they wanted to drink.

"Oh, my usual, what about you, my dear," she asked William.

 

[That One Guy]

He liked her wandering hand, and most of what she had to say. The seeing him in heel sand shit...odd, but, what the hell, they had done dumber shit in the dorms and for ‘talent shows’ back at more secure bases while deployed. The promise of the fun they would have, and her not at all shying away at the approach of the waiter.

He grinned that she had a usual, and was interested to see what that was. He was interested, he found, in many things about her. She intrigued him. Such a different world, and she moved so gracefully in it. Made it her own. That was power...and that was sexy.

Looking up at the man, he just aid, “Double bourbon, neat.” Looking at her though, and that he was in a suit, he figured this wasn’t time for bottom shelf crap - “Um - Weller. 12 year if you got it.” He looked to her, shrugging and smiling. “I mean, I gotta pretend I am classy and know what I am talking about...right?” He joked.

“Besides...if I am gonna get felt up like a piece of meat...not at all complaining by the way...I figure at least one of us should have a decent bourbon to go with. Thought that does beg the question - what is the Lady’s ‘usual’ for a night such as this?”

 

[anxiouscat]

She chuckled, "Fransoc," she answered, "Wine, a merlot and cabernet blend. Inexpensive, yet flavorful. It's a bit peppery," she explained. "I'm not an expert, by any means. So don't feel like you need to pretend, I prefer the you rhat filled out my little application," she teased, letting the very end of her middle finger just barely brush against the shape of his manhood through his trousers while giving his leg a soft squeeze.

"I also suggest a light dinner," her voice lowered as the waiter turned his back,"I do intend for us to have a bit of fun when we get back to my home... Having something heavy on the stomach sort of takes some of the fun out of it." Edda had picked up a few tricks here and there over the years. Well, more than just a few, and she didn't like to waste time. Set the mood with a nice dinner for the first night, tease the client with words and little touches. The leg was a good spot. They always seemed to get a little twitchy, a little on edge, anticipating... Wanting more, but too afraid to ask for it public. A few had been brave enough to ask. Would William? She couldn't help but wonder what it would take to break a man with such discipline.

Her hand drifted away, fingers making easy work of the buttons on his jacket before sliding her hand underneath, "Best not to get drunk, either... A little buzz, perhaps, to relax yourself..."

 

[That One Guy]

He listened to her response about drinks, while his eyes also got wider, given here her finger had reached. He smiled, and made no move to distance himself… but instead tried to actually focus on her words. A fun game - and one she was clearly very good at. Conversation and … play.

She spoke of a light dinner, and not over indulging - in the booze anyway, and William nodded along in agreement. In fact, food was pretty far from his mind at this point, but seemed part of the ‘test’ - even if she had just said to be himself.

Her hand inside his jacket made him chuckle, even as the waiter approached. Again he made no move to stop this, and instead just looked up at the man grinning. “Thanks,” he said as the drinks were placed down. Looking down he grinned, “Working on something other than a buzz just now…” He reached out, took his drink and offered a toast to the woman presently running her hands inside his shirt. “To you - and knowing how to show a guy a new good time.” He chimed his glass to hers, but then nodded back to the waiter.

“The lady knows this place better than I, I’ll defer to her on my selection.” It was so expected for men to order for women, or at least it had been, maybe this would be extra ‘brownie’ points. If not, it was still fun to fuck with the waiter in a harmless way.

 

[anxiouscat]

She ignored the waiter for the moment. Edda wasn't concerned about her behavior, she was very good friends with the chef and owner, there was worry about being thrown out for feeling up her date. But William didn't need to know that, besides he seemed to be doing just fine. Not letting himself get too caught up in what her hand was doing, while keeping up with the conversation, and he didn't shy away when their was a witness. Oh, she was going to have fun with him. She only smirked and chuckled at his little comments, "How sweet," she cooed at the toast, her hand only parting from his body long enough for her to take a sip of her wine. As soon as her glass was back on the table her hand was on him again.

It drifted up, under his jacket, then back down. She looked the waiter in the eye now, "The halibut," she answered simply, her hand slid lower, "Let the chef know that if he needs to place other orders ahead of ours, it's perfectlt fine. We aren't in a hurry..." As she spoke her hand slipped onto William's crotch and gave him a quick but rough squeeze. It was her way of letting him know that she wanted some time undisturbed with her cute, young date. The waiter wouldn't be able to see her hand, but he would be able to see William's reaction. But he didn't stick around very long after he heard thise words, scribbling in his order pad as she turned and walked away.

"We'll have some time to ourselves now..." She smirked, leaning in with a light inhale, he was wearing just the right amount of cologne. And it wasn't too strong, "Don't you smell nice," the end of her nose brushed against his ear, her voice was low, a whisper, warm breath tickled at his skin.

 

[That One Guy]

His eyes did go wide with the squeeze, but the shock faded into another grin. Seems they were both having a bit of fun, despite, or at the audience's expense. But the waiter wsa off soon, and she’d made it clear they had some time to themselves. A quick glance about… habits he would never ditch and he knew it, identified no new ‘threats’, his back was to a wall, all entrances in view… safe.

So with her complement, he took a breath and relaxed into it all. “Well...I did shower. That was one luxury I never missed once back on a real base...or now the civilian world. A good shower.” He grinned, but it was true. Going days without in the muck was fine and fun - but damn a good hot shower was divine. “And trying this new civilian thing...cologne? I guess not everyone thinks gunpowder and grease is a scent fit for company. But...glad to hear the experiment is working…”

He smiled at her, then leaned in more. “So...this groping thing...that supposed to be just one way...because if I am supposed to keep my hands off you much longer...you might need those handcuffs sooner than you thought…”