He gives into temptation(Female Korekiyo Shinguji)

To Shuichi’s surprise, the rest of the day actually did pass uneventfully. He managed to focus on his work, he didn’t have any coworkers stop by to bother him, and his phone didn’t send him any concerning notifications. It was actually a relief with how normal it was, and for the first time in a long time Shuichi felt grateful for the monotony of his job. He was actually starting to feel relaxed at his seat.

“Phew… glad that’s over with!” Kaito sighed as he walked past Shuichi’s cubicle at closing time, briefcase-in-hand. “Time to head home so we can all get ready to do it again tomorrow. You got any big plans tonight, bigshot?”

“No - I think a night in would be much more my style tonight,” Shuichi replied honestly, already thinking about the rubens he was planning making himself at home as he watched a new episode of one of his favorite TV shows.

“Eh, I don’t blame you. Not everyone is built for partying every night.” Kaito slapped Shuichi on the back and headed toward the exit. “Catch you later, Shuichi!”

Shuichi waved his friend goodbye and gathered up his things before heading down to his convertible. He then drove to the outlet to the road and was about to make the turn towards home when he suddenly remembered Korekiyo’s card in his pocket. He took it out and stared at the address on the paper for a few moments.

“No, I… I don’t need to do this. There’s nothing wrong with having a normal evening for once,” Shuichi said to himself as he put the card away, only to remember the thoughts he had about Annie just a few hours prior. The way he wanted to act so monstrous; to pin her down, smack her perfect plump ass red, and to dominate her body whether she wanted to or not. As much as he wanted to deny it, those ugly thoughts he had were real and a part of him.

“Ugh… I have a feeling that putting this off is only going to make this problem worse… and the last time I procrastinated on a problem, I almost died…” Shuichi reflected with a hand over his mouth. “Ah… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to at least see what Ms. Shinguji has in mind for me. After all, she’s my friend and coworker; there’s no way her BDSM stuff can be that ****, right?”

Swallowing his lust for normalcy, Shuichi turned the wheel of his car slightly and began driving toward the red-light district. There, he hunted down a parking space and began walking his way toward The Moon BDSM club, doing his best not to look anyone in the eye to avoid being potentially recognized by anyone. If Kaito, Makoto, Kazuichi, or even Margaret caught wind of him visiting this place, he’d probably never hear the end of it - and he might not even make it to the club if some of the street walkers recognized him.

Eventually, he came across the building he was looking for; it was three stories high and made out of white bricks painted a deep black, the flaws in the paint creating a galaxy of stars behind the main sign. The main sign itself was hard to see in the evening light as it hadn’t been lit yet and it blended in well with the building, but Shuichi could still make out the visage of a crescent moon with one soft, red eye staring down at him. In front of the building, by a glittering golden entrance, a rather large man with dark black hair and a suit stood guard, and given the pepper spray and nightstick on his belt Shuichi could tell he meant business.

“Uh, excuse me,” Shuichi said meekly as he approached the club’s bouncer. “Can you, uh… let me get in, please?”

“Sorry, but you have to be a member of the club to get in, and I know I would have recognized your face,” he replied coldly. “Buy a membership using the instructions on our website, or get lost.”

“Uh… does this change anything?” Shuichi pulled out Korekiyo’s card and showed it to the man, silently hoping that she hadn’t pulled some sort of elaborate prank on him.

“Wait… you mean, you’re a guest of Kitsune? Are you serious?” The man smiled, took the card, and held open the door to the club for him. “That changes things. Head on in, and tell her I said ‘ow’ for me, okay?”

“S-sure thing, pal.” Barely believing that this was actually happening, Shuichi walked into the BDSM club and began looking around. He had expected to immediately come across people tied up or in harnesses getting whipped, but to his surprise he was instead greeted by what looked like a luxury lounge. Soft black carpet covered the floor underneath sofas, wooden tables, and comfy-looking chairs. The walls were a dark blue with the occasional bright yellow star dotting the wallpaper, and the art, while abstract and black-and-white, wasn’t the least bit explicit. The people there were also all dressed completely normally, though a few were wearing fancier dresses or suits, and they were chatting with each other about normal topics as soft music played in the background. If Shuichi hadn’t known any better, he would have sworn he had just wandered into a jazz club, not the most infamous S&M club in town.

“Oh my! You’re here early,” a familiar voice suddenly interjected. “I expected you to wait until at least after dinner to give into temptation, but you must have come straight here. I suppose I must have underestimated what those hours of waiting at work does to a man.”

Shuichi turned and saw Korekiyo standing in front of him by the front desk of the club, though he almost didn’t recognize her. Instead of wearing her usual formal business suit, she was dressed in a simple green button-up shirt with brown khaki pants. But perhaps most strangely of all, the lower half of her face was covered almost entirely by a black leather mask with a zipper in the center, obscuring her mouth entirely from view - though something told Shuichi that she was smiling underneath.

“Good afternoon, ma’am.” Shuichi immediately bowed to show his superior respect. “It’s good to see you again. I’m sorry if I was a bit… hasty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation. I hope you don’t mind if I was a little inconsiderate of your time.”

“It is fine, my dear; if anything, I’m flattered that you arrived so promptly after a mere suggestion. I also got off work early today, so I’ve already been here for a few hours,” Korekiyo replied. “I do request that you refrain from such formalities while you are here, though. Here, I am just Kitsune, and you and I are equals. At least, until we enter the bedroom, that is.”

“If you say so.” Shuichi stood up straight and looked around again. “I’ve got to say, this is a lot… different than I expected it to be. Are you sure you told me to come to the right place?”

“Of course I am; you are, indeed, in the correct building.” Korekiyo wagged a finger and cackled to herself. “You didn’t honestly expect us to be all hedonism and sex here, all the time, just because we like bondage play, did you?”

“I, uh… it might have crossed my mind,” Shuichi said bashfully. “But does that mean that the BDSM stuff happens somewhere else in the building?”

“Of course. Allow me to give you a tour,” Korekiyo said, leading him slowly through the ground floor of the building. “This is the common area, where members can meet up to chat, have drinks, eat, and relax between sessions. We also hold our social events, such as the charity dinner and bingo night, in this area. While light submission and domination play is allowed in this area, sex and nudity are both against the rules here.”

“I see… I guess it makes sense that people need a place to take breaks,” Shuichi replied. “And what about the other floors?”

“The floor above us is the main bedroom area,” she explained. “It’s where most of our members go to ‘have fun’, so to speak. Each room is individually equipped for group entertainment and is cleaned between each use, but the fire marshal won’t let us have more than ten people in each room. There are a total of ten rooms on that floor as well as a smaller common area in the center where people can refresh themselves - clothing is optional there.”

“Uh… good to know,” Shuichi said as they reached a staircase in the back of the room.

“On the top floor there are more bedrooms, but there are only five there. They’re a bit bigger and more luxurious, so they are saved for special occasions or people who pay extra. Though, we have occasionally let people use them if the other bedrooms are full,” the masked woman continued. “And in the basement we have our famous “dungeon” area. There, all sexual acts happen out in the open for everyone to see and enjoy together, and we have all our specialized toys that we cannot afford to put in every room. Things can get very exciting down there, but it is definitely not something most newcomers can handle their first times here. Though, if you were to insist, I’m sure I could find a spot for you down there…”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll, uh, have to decline,” Shuichi said politely. “I came here because you’re supposed to help me understand my ‘wild side’, remember?”

“True, true. Perhaps next time then,” Korekiyo nodded before turning to go up the stairs. “Follow me, and we’ll go find an appropriate bedroom.”

“So… you really do this kind of thing all the time, right?” Shuichi asked as he followed behind her. “And you really find it fun?”

“I find it more enjoyable than anything else in the world,” she replied brightly. “Not only is it thrilling to play these sorts of games with others, but it offers an unparalleled insight into the human condition. I’ve also managed to make quite a few lifetime friends here as well; 99 of them, in fact.”

“99!?” Shuichi gasped as they walked out onto the second floor. “Are you sure those people are actually your friends? I mean, I’m not even sure I can remember the names of 99 people, let alone call that many people friends!”

“Of course I can - once you form a deep connection with someone, you will never forget them no matter how far you stray,” Korekiyo replied as they entered the common area and found a topless dark-haired girl wearing blue pants drinking out of a bottle of water. “Speaking of which; how are you today, Himari? Is your sub treating you nicely?”

“Yeah, definitely; she still squeals so nice when I spank her. She’s insatiable though, I swear,” the girl replied as Shuichi tried not to stare at her naked tits. “What about yours? Has he been behaving himself, or has he been naughty?”

“A little bit of column A, a little bit of column B,” Korekiyo replied. “It will be up to him on whether or not he gets punished, though.”

“Great! Have fun, you two!” Himari replied.

Shuichi bowed respectfully and hurried off behind Korekiyo into one of the open bedrooms nearby. Inside, Shuichi found much more of what he expected to see on the ground floor: a rack of metal and fuzzy handcuffs on the wall, a selection of whips on display on a table, a large heart-shaped bed with red covers, brightly-colored candles, quite a lot of rope in many different varieties, a large adjustable metal X that could restrain a person’s hands and legs, a line of strange masks in the closet, and even what appeared to be some sort of rideable mechanical horse.

“Come, Shuichi; please, have a seat. Take off your shoes, and make yourself at home,” Korekiyo instructed. Shichi did as she asked and sat down onto the soft bed next to her. “So, before we get started, let us discuss why you are here and what we both wish to get out of this little… playtime. You mentioned before that you had these ‘thoughts’ that frightened you, is that right?”

“Yes…” Shuich blushed so hard he thought he might melt. “Earlier, with Ms. Scholten. She was being dismissive of my worth as an employee, and rather than remaining calm I thought about… ‘getting back’ at her, sexually. I felt like she needed to be knocked down a peg for treating me like that, to show her I’m not just some expendable cog in a machine. I still can’t believe I actually imagined doing something like that.”

“And yet… thinking about it still turns you on, does it not?” Korekiyo asked, to which Shuichi meekly nodded. “Interesting… tell me, what experiences with domination and submission have you experienced already? How were you introduced to the subject?”

“Hm… thinking back, I think the person who introduced me to it was this maid at the Paramour Maid Café. She called me ‘Master’, and offered to serve my every desire. It was strange, and I didn’t embrace the role that enthusiastically, but it was still very fun and… I guess it gave me a taste for being dominant. After that, there was another girl who kind of wanted to date me… she had me be rather rough with her at a certain bar, and she even called me… ‘daddy’ during it. It was a little awkward, but… also a little intoxicating.”

“The first time I dominated someone intentionally, though, was earlier this week. It’s kind of a long story, but I was with having sex with this one girl and… she got me upset. She made me so frustrated and emotional that I just had to get it out somehow! So, I hung her by the ceiling with my own belt and, uh… went to town with her.”

“Oh my! That is a surprisingly advanced technique for an amateur! I’m impressed,” Korekiyo replied. “I trust that your partner was consenting and satisfied with the ordeal.”

“Yeah, she had fun playing along. So much so that I think she probably enjoyed it more than I did in the end,” Shuchi answered. “Especially since I felt pretty shitty after we finished.”

“Ah; so you came down from your high a bit hard,” Korekiyo nodded in understanding. “That’s perfectly natural; many people associate aftercare solely with dominants comforting submissives, but the truth is that dominating can be just as emotionally taxing. It’s understandable that you’d need some reassurance after doing something like that.”

“Aftercare?” Shuichi blinked in confusion. “Uh… what’s that?”

“Oh my! It appears you have even more to learn than I thought,” said Korekiyo. “But nevermind that for now; please, go on.”

“Well, there’s only one other time where I acted dominant that I can think of. It was on my birthday at the Titty Typhoon, with three of the strippers,” Shuichi recalled. “The woman who brought me back to the VIP room was quite a bit rude, and the situation was so overwhelming that I… I just couldn’t help myself. With her friends’ help, I wound up tying her up and fucking her as hard as I could. It was very satisfying, but… I still feel embarrassed that it happened. It was like I was almost a different person. Maybe this is some sort of side-effect of trying to increase my confidence, or it’s just built-up frustration or something…” Shuichi’s mind flashed briefly to his encounters with Haiku and Pandora.

“I see… I think I am finally starting to understand, Shuichi,” Korekiyo replied, closing her eyes. “Your problem is, quite simply, that you’ve failed to connect domination and submission with any sort of love. You were unprepared for your initial experiences, and your later ones set the bad precedent of associating it with negative emotions instead of positive ones. There is nothing wrong with working out frustration via S&M play, but make no mistake; in order to be healthy, each and every act needs to come from a place of caring.”

“Caring? Are you… sure about that?” Shuichi looked toward the whips and riding crops. “I mean, you do literally hurt your partners during this, don’t you?”

“Of course not; I could never imagine actually harming another human being,” the dark-haired woman replied. “What we do here is nothing more than another form of intimacy. To many here, to be tied up by a lover is to be embraced by them completely. To receive a whip is like a kiss, and the degrading language we use is just another way to say ‘I love you’.”

“You say that, but… I’m still not sure if I’m good enough to make those distinctions,” Shuichi said solemnly.

“My dear Shuichi; you’ve worked at our company for years now, and not once have I received an HR complaint about you from any of your coworkers,” Korekiyo pointed out, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “There is no doubt in my mind from how you carry yourself that you are a gentleman. You just need a teacher so that you can always be a gentleman in the bedroom as well.”

“And you are going to be that teacher, right?” Shuichi asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

“If you let me, then yes. I am well-versed in a wide variety of BDSM techniques as both a dominant and submissive, though domination has always been more to my tastes,” she replied, a subtle hunger in her eyes as she stared at Shuichi. “And I meant it when I said that allowing yourself to submit to someone for once will be a good way for you to become more comfortable with the part of you that lusts to dominate others, as well as give you empathy for any submissive partners that you choose to play with.”

“Alright.” Shuichi took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. “I’ll let you teach me, Ms. Kitsune.”

“Excellent; I promise to take good care of you, my little kit.” Korekiyo playfully rubbed the underside of Shuichi’s chin. “Please, excuse me for a few minutes while I use the bathroom to change and freshen up a little.” She stood up and headed toward the bathroom behind the handcuff rack. “Oh, and you should probably go get a drink of water before we get started; you’ll need to stay hydrated~”

Shuichi nodded silently and went to go get something to drink in the common area before heading back and sitting on Korekiyo’s bed. It was an uncomfortable wait as he sat there listening to the shower in the next room run, unable to do anything but look around and imagine which of the devices in the room Korekiyo planned on using on him. The air was unusually cold as well, causing him to shiver and feel even more anxious. He was just about to have second thoughts about the whole affair when the lights to the room suddenly went out and the door to the bathroom creaked open.

“Good evening, my pet,” Korekiyo said as she lit a match, revealing to Shuichi the new outfit she had donned inside the bathroom. It consisted of a black leather corset with belts that held up her matching fishnet stockings, shining leather gloves, a pair of skimpy black panties held up by strings on the sides, and the mask she had been wearing earlier. The whole outfit hugged her curves tighty, with the corset pushing her modest breasts up and her underwear giving a perfect view of her pale thighs. Shuichi’s eyes widened and his jaw went slack - this was the first time he had ever seen Korekiyo wear anything even remotely feminine, and he was stunned by how elegant, but intimidating, she looked. “I hope you didn’t mind that I took my time. I wanted to make sure things were… perfect.”

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” Shuichi said bashfully, looking away when he realized that he was staring.

“Kehehehe… I can tell by your goosebumps that you’ve never seen a woman dressed like this, have you?” she teased as she stepped forward, igniting the candles in the room to provide more light. “Ah, that look on your face is so wonderful. I’ve seen it a thousand times here, and I hope to see it a thousand more; the look of a curious BDSM virgin catching a slight glimpse of paradise. It never gets old.”

Kitsune snuffed out her match as the last candle was lit and crawled onto the bed to straddle Shuichi’s thighs, where she began to slowly unbutton his work dress shirt. “Well then, are you ready my dear? This may be your last chance to back out before we do something you can’t take back.”

“R-ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered honestly. “How are we going to do this?”

“Excellent,” she said, smiling under her mask as she removed his shirt and revealed his naked chest. “Now, first things first; there will be times when our session gets intense. If you find that our activities become too much, you need only say one word: ‘herring’. Say that, and I will stop immediately, and begin administering aftercare - comfort, reassurance, and anything else you might need.”

“Really?” Shuichi asked curiously. “That’s all I have to do?”

“Really. I know BDSM may seem like it might be all about one person holding power over another, but like all things involving partners, it is best when both are having fun. A safe word ensures that all sides have control,” she explained.

“But are there going to be times when I can’t speak?”

“This is your first session, my pet. I’m not going to do gags today, but if you come back, that’ll be a different story. Kehehehe.” Shuichi wasn’t sure if he liked how much his coworker seemed to enjoy the idea of him wearing a gag, but he had little time to contemplate that as she pulled off Shuichi’s pants and underwear, leaving him completely naked and revealing that he was already quite hard.

“Then… what are we going to be doing today?” Shuichi asked.

“We shall begin with something basic.” Korekiyo reached to a table beside the bed and grabbed a red silk cloth and a black riding crop. “I’m going to blindfold you and smack you from behind with this toy. You are not allowed to make a sound, and if you do, you will be punished. The sole exception will be the safe word, herring. Do you understand?”

Shuichi opened his mouth, but noticed that Kitsune’s eyes had narrowed, and he knew the session had well and truly started. Wordlessly nodding, the HR manager slipped a blindfold on him, stood him up, and then moved Shuichi onto his hands and knees. She then used her crop to give Shuichi’s right cheek a hard spank, the **** of the blow ringing throughout the room as his cheek began turning red. Shuichi stood at attention and almost let out a gasp at the sudden attack, but miraculously managed to keep his mouth shut. Korekiyo let out a gentle chuckle, the only noise he heard. Thanks to the blindfold, it seemed like his brain had enhanced his other four senses, and it made the sting on his ass all the more pungent. Shuichi bit back a yelp as the shock and pain of the blow worked its way through his system.

“Hmmmmm, it didn’t really jiggle all that much,” Korekiyo murmured. Shuichi felt the end of the riding crop poke his cheek curiously. “Do you work out?”

Shuichi opened his mouth to answer, but quickly shut it, and got another sting, this time on the other cheek. They weren’t enough to draw blood, but to Shuichi, it certainly felt like they did. But even so, Shuichi couldn’t help but feel his body tingle with anticipation. Korekiyo gave a few more lashings to his poor behind, and he felt his rear start to ache as she chuckled.

“You didn’t make a sound other than the intakes of breath. Excellent work, my pet. For a first timer, you’re performing exceptionally well.” Korekiyo put down her whip somewhere nearby and picked up what sounded like a plastic bottle. “Time for your reward, but remember: I haven’t given you permission to speak.”

Shuichi heard the bottle squirt something out followed by the unmistakable sound of gloved hands rubbing together. Then he felt something grasp his cock and begin to pump. Despite wearing gloves, Shuichi could still feel the warmth, and thanks to the lube, her touch remained soft and smooth. He didn’t so much as let out a gasp as she began to stroke and used her free hand to play with his balls. He felt her chin rest against his shoulder as she went to work from behind, and she whispered into his ear, the air from her lips passing effortlessly through her mask.

“Does that make my pet feel good? Am I doing a good job? I’d hate to be wasting both of our precious time on a worthless effort,” Kitsune said sensually into Shuichi’s ear, so close that he could feel her soft hair resting on his back.

He knew that was a trick. There was no way she didn’t feel his cock pulse and throb; she even made sure to stimulate his head when she found out that got a reaction out of his body. She knew that with the way she played expertly with his nut sack that he enjoyed it. In fact, one could say that he enjoyed it a bit too much, because it wasn’t long until he felt a climax beginning to rush upon him, and he prepared himself not to moan in ecstasy when it finally arrived. But, a few mere moments before he exploded, Korekiyo removed both of her hands. It took all of his willpower not to ask why she stopped, feeling his cock still drool precum.

“That’s enough for now. Can’t have my new pet enjoy itself too much. Time for a change of pace.”