I’d got to Russel Square Station 10 minutes early. It felt odd wearing next to nothing in the November chill. The collar of my navy blue trenchcoat was turned up in order to provide as much warmth as possible but even so I was shivering. I could barely believe I had followed René’s orders, under the trenchcoat I was completely nude with the exception of stockings and stiletto heels. I thought I would stand out and people would stare at me but it seemed I was blending in. I saw a cab pull up to the curb in front of me and the passenger window was wound down.
‘Erin Collins?’
The driver had called out my name. I shuffled forward careful not to slip on the wet concrete. I leaned down towards the window.
‘Sorry, did you just call for Erin Collins?’
The driver nodded.
‘Is that you love? A Mr René sent me out here, I’m to drive you to his apartment’.
With that I got in the back and the cab pulled off from the curb. I was mindful of how much my trenchcoat came up as I sat down. I kept my legs together and pressed the fabric of the coat against my legs. This all seemed so surreal, 2 hours ago I was idly watching YouTube and now I was trying not to flash a taxi driver as he drove me to meet someone I’d never met to do God only knows what. I checked my reflection in the rear view mirror, I didn’t have enough time to have a shower in the hour René had given me but I had been able to put on some eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. I hoped my makeup gave a look of simple sophistication.
The cab stopped in front of a modern apartment building, it was all steel and glass. I opened up my handbag and pulled out my wallet, as I looked up the driver put his hand up.
‘No need love. Mr René already paid the fare. You have a good evening now’.
I wished the driver well and walked up to the entrance. It took me a while to find René’s name on the board, he lived in 22-01. There was no other apartment on the 22nd floor so I guessed that it meant René had the entire floor for his own. I rang the buzzer and the door soon opened. I stepped into the stylish entrance hall and went to the elevator. I was plagued by butterflies in my stomach as the elevator went further and further up. I had never done anything like this before. What if René was a serial killer? What if I was about to be kidnapped? Every conceivable worst case scenario wound its way through my head as I went up. At last the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked out into a short hallway leading up to a single door. I went to knock but noticed that the door was slightly open. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and stepped into the apartment.
My heart was beating out of my chest as I walked into the apartment. I closed the door behind me and as I turned around I heard a voice.
‘Stop!’
I froze, not knowing what to do. Then a tall slender figure walked out from a darkened hallway. I immediately recognised him from his picture, it was René. He was dressed almost exclusively in black. His beard was a greyish white and close cropped and his hair was of a similar shade and well groomed. His appearance seemed to exude wealth and power. It was clear that we lived in very different worlds. He stood there appraising me as he would a painting, his stare making me self conscious. I averted my gaze and looked at floor.
‘Take off your coat and leave it on the chair next to you along with your handbag.’
There was something about his voice, perhaps the odd gallic inflection his words had that greatly excited me. I nodded and did as he commanded. I put my handbag on the chair, then untied the belt of my trenchcoat and undid the buttons before finally sliding it down my shoulders. I put it on top of my handbag and stood there in front of him. He motioned me forward and I walked up to him. I was utterly nervous and stood looking down at the floor. I felt his hand under my chin and he lifted up my face so he could look at me.
‘T’es yeux sont incroyablement expressifs’
I did not understand him and he kept looking into my eyes as he held me there. I had been shaking a little from nerves and the cold but that had stopped now. With a clear voice I asked.
‘What did that mean? I don’t speak French’.
He regarded my question for a moment before answering.
‘It means that you’re eyes are more honest than you are. I can see a longing in them that you won’t allow yourself to face’.
I was confused by his answer, but something about it bothered me. As if he was pretentious enough to believe he could read my mind just from looking at my eyes. He spoke then.
‘You don’t believe I see, then why are you here if this longing I speak of is so much fiction?’
This I could not answer, I didn’t know myself why I was here. All I knew is that my earlier interaction with René as he guided me to masturbate in the same room as my unwitting roommate had awoken a question within me. One that I needed answered.
‘I’m here because I need something answered about myself. I believe you might have such answers.
René smiled at that, there was no malice or hate in that smile. He gave every indication that he was genuinely pleased I was here.
‘Follow me.’
He led me to a mostly empty room, it’s walls were covered in wooden slats in triangular patterns. He pressed against a spot on the wall and it opened a hidden cupboard. He pulled out a length of rope and a metal bar with rings on each end. He instructed me to stand near the middle of the room and he walked up to me placing both items on the floor.
‘Erin, you are here of your own free will are you not?’
I nodded.
‘I can see that you are unfamiliar with the items in front of you here, is that right?’
I nodded again.
‘I will ease you into what I have planned for you, but know this. I will not be gentle, for that is not my way. Should you feel that you want to stop you need only say the word ‘Grenouille’. Do you understand?’
I nodded, goosebumps forming on my skin as I realised that this was a safe word.
‘Say it for me.’
‘Grenouille’ I said, making myself comfortable with the sound. With that he nodded and picked up the metal bar with the rings on each end. He fastened one of the rings to my left ankle then the other to my right. This was an ankle spreader he explained, it kept my legs apart and gave him ease of access between my legs. He then picked up the rope and instructed me to put my arms behind my back. I obeyed and he rewarded me with the saying I’d been craving since walking through the door.
‘Good girl.’
It was hard to explain why those 2 words had such an impact on me. But hearing him say them to me in his particular accent went to the very core of me. He tied my hands and wrists together in such a way that the rope didn’t press uncomfortably against my skin but it was clear I was bound and could not easily free myself. I couldn’t see it but he must have looped the rope around something in the ceiling. I felt my arms being pulled up so I had to bend over in order to be in a manageable position. I stood there, legs kept apart with my arms bound behind me pulled above my head.
‘Are you comfortable Erin?’
I felt that René’s hand was caressing the inside of my thigh, his fingers softly making their way up. Because of this I answered shakily.
‘Y..ye..eess’
I could feel his finger softly going back and forth against my slit. I grew flushed because I was sure he’d discovered how wet I was. How sensitive my body was to touch. He kept touching me like this, slowly increasing the pressure of his finger as he began to talk.
‘I know why you’re here Erin. I know why you couldn’t say no to me when we were messaging earlier. The reason is simple.’
He slid his finger inside me to punctuate his sentence. I whimpered as he fingered me.
‘You crave pleasure above all else. And deep down you know that I can give you what you want.’
He was touching me from behind, his thumb now in my ass as he continued fingering my pussy. I could not hold it in, between his words and his actions I started moaning. I was loud, louder than I had ever been. Whatever sex I’d experienced previous to this felt like clumsy fumbling in the dark in comparison. René knew exactly what he was doing. It excited me but part of myself wanted to deny what he was saying. Wanted to run away.
He stepped out from behind me and leaned forward so our faces were mere inches apart. Suddenly he grabbed my face with one hand and pushed his middle finger into my mouth.
‘Suck it!’
I did as he commanded, knowing exactly what the taste on his finger was.
‘Good girl. Can you tell just how much desire flows through your body by taste alone I wonder? Your sweet cunt aches for pleasure, aches for the pleasure I can bring you. Denying this is madness. You can taste it can’t you?’
By now I was suggestively sucking his finger. Whatever pretense, whatever front I was putting up was crumbling before him. I missed his finger being inside me. He took his finger out of my mouth and stepped behind me and he adjusted the ropes. The slack he gave made me lean forward even more. He walked in front of me again, I was at eye level with his crotch now. His black trousers a black mass that held so many promises. He pressed my face against his crotch and I could smell the slightest bit of his musk through the fabric.
‘You’re goal is mere inches from you Erin. I will give you what you desire and so much more. I ask but one thing, that you look me eye to eye and tell me in all honesty exactly what you are?’
I looked up, my eyes pleading. Thinking on his question I could think of only one answer that was truly honest. I looked up staring in his eyes and said three words that would change my life from that day onwards.
‘I am yours.’
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nag6l1/rené_monfaucon_part_2_grenouille_mf_mdom_fsub