At Cap d'Agde

I had him brought all the way to Cap d'Agde.
Not in my dungeon. Not in a protected place.
In a store. Paradise Boutik.
Narrow aisles. Smells of leather, latex, new plastic. Discreet music. A few customers in the distance.

He was waiting for me in front of the entrance, as agreed.
When I arrived, he came forward and kissed my hand. His gaze was lowered.
I didn't say anything. I went in. He followed me.

At each aisle, an order. Stop. Wait. Touch only what I indicated.
I was walking in front. He was behind, at the exact distance I had set.

I stopped in front of a shelf of boots.
I ran my finger over a pair of black thigh-high boots.
Then I pointed to an object further away.

"That one."

He took it. He carried it to the till like a sentence. He paid. Without arguing.
No one intervened. Everyone understood, or preferred not to understand.

Outside, the light was harsher. I turned towards him.
"Now you know where you belong."

We left in silence.
Off to the Eve Hotel. A suite for me. A room for him.

Once inside, he handed me the envelope. I took it.
"Naked."

He obeyed. The purchased item was already on the table.
I made him kneel. Cap pulled down. Shiny latex.
I took my time. Then I used it. Slowly. Precisely.

Every order, brief. Every gesture, calculated.
He existed only to execute.

When I decided it was over, I simply got up.

On that day, the store had been merely an extension.
The real control had taken place in the silence, between the aisles, and then in my suite.
Prelude to the evening at Clair Obscur.