Le Beau Château: Stacy Blake
“Yes, Jack,” Abby said into her phone. “Extreme bondage.
“Yes, that’s what she said,” Abby continued.
“No, I don’t know if she’s done it before. I really didn’t want to get into it with her. I figured you could ask her during your vetting process. She’s into yoga and looking forward to the private sessions leading up to the sexcapade. I’ll text you her information. And you better treat her well. She’s buying a $6 million house on the water in Southport through us. We have both the seller and buyer sides of the deal. All cash. The house closes in a month… Bye for now.”
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Jack spent two private sessions with Stacy Blake before he broached the subject of bondage. He felt that he had to tread carefully—if she didn’t have past familiarity with extreme bondage, then the experience might frighten her. Despite the confidentiality contract every client had to sign, a really bad sexcapade could lead a participant to go public about the service. He couldn’t have that. He had to make sure that each client was happy and discreet. And in Stacy’s case, he also didn’t want to screw up the house sale for Abby. He needed her to keep feeding him clients—to date, their partnership had been very fruitful.
But after discussing the sexcapade with Stacy, Jack realized she knew exactly what she was asking for. No doubt about it. Stacy wanted B&D—bondage and discipline—which was basically torture. She wanted the role of “madam,” which meant she would be totally in charge. The men—she wanted six of them, not five or seven, but exactly six—were to be bound with leather straps, chains, and cuffs, including thumb cuffs or monogloves, as well as blind folded and gagged. She wanted a few to have cloth bags over their heads. “They have to be rendered completely helpless,” she insisted.
For the torture part, she requested leather whips, rattan canes, metal knuckle rings, and hot wax in black, red, blue, and burgundy.
Holy shit, Jack thought as he listened to her cavalierly rattling off her list. He was actually kind of scared by the request. This was the first sexcapade where he would have to worry about the men’s safety instead of the woman’s.
After planning the details with an underground B&D group, Jack hired three off-duty cops to keep an eye on Stacy and a nurse to perform “aftercare” on any of the men who needed it post-session.
Stacy insisted her first sexcapade take place at night with the room lit only by candlelight. Jack had six men positioned around the room waiting for her, each tied in complex leather bindings. She entered the room wearing a dominatrix outfit: leather thigh-high boots, a black leather corseted bustier, and a coordinating thong.
Stacy proceeded to beat the hell out of the men and then demanded Jack set them free one at a time. She ordered the free man to lay prone on the floor or the bed. She covered their chests in hot wax, creating a wild, splattered Jackson Pollock-like design as they writhed in pain—but at the same time, they appeared to enjoy every hot drip.
This is sick, Jack thought as he watched. What the hell happened to these people for them to enjoy this so much? Then she had sex with each man, riding each one hard, totally in control. Once a man climaxed, she demanded he leave the room. Each one went to a bedroom just down the hall to meet with the nurse for cold compresses and bandages.
What is she going to request as her next sexcapade? Jack worried. When driving home, he reflected: do sex acts as brutal as this one encourage kundalini’s movement or stop it dead in its tracks? Does brutality lead to enlightenment? He wasn’t sure.