Vanity Blair
Dan feels extremely inspired to start his noir novel.
He has found the perfect moment, the perfect place and the perfect words.
Nothing can stop his frantic typing.
Well… nothing, save from a call from his girlfriend.
“Hello, honey, please, tell me it has been a success!”
“The kind of success that deserves to be celebrated properly!” Blair cheers from the other side.
“Don’t say anything else. Sushi, tonight, at Masa, eight o’clock?” Dan ventures.
“You’ve just read my mind, Dan. Just one thing.”
“Anything, my love.”
“I can’t face any possible ‘Butter Misadventure’ part 2. So, this time make sure that you actually booked the restaurant.”
- Welcome back, my sourheart!- Dan muses, helped by Blair’s now more bitter tone.
“Ah-ah, Blair. Very funny. It just happened once, and weeks ago!” He protests.
“The only fact that it happened is worrying enough, dear my self-absorbed writer!”
“You know what, Blair? I’m losing my desire to celebrate with you tonight!” He snaps.
Of course, Blair keeps cool.
“Perfect, you know, I was just in the mood for some angry sex!”
“Oh!”
“Yeah, Dan: oh. So, save your anger for later, love. See ya tonight!” She hangs up, making him smile.
- I’m afraid we’ll have to find another kind of celebrating sex; because my anger has just dissipated. -
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“So, what about the big news?” Dan urges her, as they’re enjoying the delicacies of Masa, sitting at one of the reserved little rectangular tables in oak woods.
“Just feed me with another Sea Urchin and I’ll tell you!” She pleads and he pleases his girlfriend, feeding her with the Chinese chopsticks, flawlessly.
In all those months together, first as friends, then as lovers, Blair has trained him very well about how to use the Chinese chopsticks.
“Mm. So, I went to my mother’s office, exposing my idea, and she was already wrinkling her nose in full disapproval,” she starts her tale, as he feeds her once more, before grabbing a Sashimi for himself. “But then, when I displayed my action plan, focusing on small business, such Providence or Worcester, she totally changed her mind and appreciated my checking on humble pie.”
“I know honey, one little step at a time will bring you to rule Paris or Milan one day.” Dan supports her, as he sips some refined Sakè, before giving his attention to the seasonal Nigiri section.
“That’s my milestone, honey, I’ve just begun playing my game. And to do so, Mother agreed on letting me work with her team in Seattle. At first it’s me who is going to travel there to get to know them better; but once the synergy is triggered they’ll move here.” She informs him, savouring her Sakè.
“That’s awesome, Blair! Looks like you found your direction!” Dan cheers.
“You can say that again, honey, this little bird is ready to take her majestic flight. And I’m beyond thrilled! This is such a challenge, Mother asked me to think about a cocktail dresses collection, with limited budget and resources. But I already know what to do, I have plenty of ideas!” She squeaks.
“Providence is gonna love your new clothes collection!” Dan beams
“Sure, they will, and that is only the first step of my rise. Once I reach some other steps I know I’ll need a certain someone in my team; someone who is excellent in her job, someone I’ve pushed far away years ago.”
Dan almost slips from his chair.
“Blair, are you really hinting that…”
“I’m hinting that maybe a couple of years more of isolation can just do her good; but after that… We’ll see.” She winks at him.
“I love you, Blair, you know that, right?” He murmurs, with his most smitten gaze.
Blair shrugs, pretending indifference.
“Yeah, I have some vague idea of that.” She jokes and this time it’s Blair who wants to feed him.
“I guess you didn’t dip the Nigiri in the wasabi long enough, you are just missing the best part.”
He accepts her gentle offer and tastes the morsel.
“Waaaahhhh! That’s a lot of wasabi!” He coughs, drinking some water.
Luckily for him, they didn’t order just Sakè.
“Wasabi can’t ever be enough.” She sneers, dipping her Nigiri in the wasabi, too
“It’s delicious and everything, but… I’m on fire!” Dan confesses.
“Yeaaah, that’s what I was aiming at.” Blair giggles, eating her morsel and enjoying the sensation.
“And to think that I was about to suggest watching ‘Sleepness in Seattle’ for good luck, but something tells me you need another kind of incentive before leaving.” Dan murmurs, undressing her with his gaze.
That’s the power of wasabi!
“I love that movie and we have to watch it together, just not tonight. I’ll leave tomorrow in the afternoon to start with the team the day after, so this gives us all the time for … everything.”
The way she has uttered the last word, added to the way she’s licking the caviar of the Toto Tartare, with her eyes locked to Dan’s makes him feel his trousers have turned suddenly too tight.
“Besides, Mother suggested avoiding the ‘Waldorf’ name, just to start from scratch, not trying to be ‘the daughter of…’, but only me. And I totally agree with her. About my collection, I still have some doubts about how to name it, but the name I’ve picked for my clothing line is such a bomb. And, you know, a certain magazine which my pretentious boyfriend bragged about giving many interviews inspired me: Vanity Blair!” She grins.
“My love is such a genius!” Dan chuckles amused. “Anyway, I don’t brag, I just inform people around me about what actually happened!” He points out, acting insulted.
“I know, love, I just like teasing you.” Blair giggles.
“And it seems our cocktails arrived just in time for a toast.” Dan adds, also to change topic.
They both grab their Jalapeno Margaritas and raise them up.
“To Seattle!” Dan cheers.
“To compasses!” Blair makes him laugh, before they drink.
“Well, about watching that movie together, why not doing that directly in Seattle?” Dan suggests.
“What do you mean?” She cocks a suspicious eyebrow at him.
“Don’t worry, I don’t mean tomorrow. I know that you must do this alone in order to prove to everyone how strong and independent you are.”
Blair reaches for his hand and intertwines her fingers with his.
“Thanks, my love, you do know me!”
“But once you settled and showed everyone who you are, I guess you could use some company; and, guess what? Your self absorbed, pretentious boyfriend’s job has the advantage that, save for some meetings, I can do it practically everywhere.” He makes her smile.
“This is such an interesting advantage. There’s so much to see in Seattle: the Space Needle, all the coffee culture, not to mention the Music Scene…” Blair grins.
“We absolutely must visit MoPOP. And all those beautiful landscapes, such as Discovery Park. And you must promise me that we’ll also hang around the Pike Place Market!”
Blair grimaces.
“Geez, I should have known better: DUMBO boy is dragged to kitsch markets like a moth to a flame!”
Dan chuckles.
“Oh, shut up, Uptown girl, and don’t be so picky. It’s so iconic, I swear it will be a worthy experience.”
“Speaking of experiences, Dan, let’s finish our dinner and enjoy some more wasabi. You’ll thank me later for that.”
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“We’re here.” Blair announces, getting in her penthouse with Dan.
“Get comfy on the sofa and wait for me.” She instructs her boyfriend, before heading towards her bedroom. “Dorota, come and help me get dressed!”
“But… Miss Blair, I’m sure you can do that on your own…” Dorota groans in protest.
“Dorota!” Blair hisses. “If I give you an order, you’re not allowed to question it. Besides, did you see how complicated it is to wear?”
“I.. I preferred not to look at that much!” The domestic mutters.
- What the hell did I walk myself into? - Dan wonders, hearing them, half worried, half turned on.
“C’mon, Dorota, follow me, chop-chop, there’s not a minute to waste!”
After something like twenty minutes, Dan sees Dorota storming outside Blair's bedroom, in shock.
“Sure.. love is always beautiful and you two are so young and Miss Blair is so proud of her sexual freedom, but.. This is too much. I need to wash my eyes with … bleach!” She grumbles, as she collects her stuff, ready to go.
“Dorota, but what…?” Dan frowns at her, trying to understand what’s going on.
“Miss Blair is waiting for you, Lonely Boy, but now I’m free to go. I don't want to hear anything. I don’t want to see anything!” She goes on with her grumbling, taking her bag. “She also said: ‘The more naked you get in, the better it is.’. Oh no, now I’ll have to rinse my mouth with bleach, as well!”
Once Dorota has left, feeling comfortable enough for the fact that they are alone in the house, Dan gets rid of all his haute couture clothes, placing them, carefully folded, on the sofa, before heading towards Blair’s bedroom and knocking at the closed door.
She opens the door, grinning.
“Finally the fun can start!”
“Blair! What the fu…?” Dan gasps, and the fact that he’s utterly naked prevents him from hiding his reactions.
“Ohhh, shocked or not, you seem to like what you see. A lot!” She sneers, staring proudly at his erect cock.
After all, how was the poor Dan supposed to act? His girlfriend is wearing a BDSM suit, starting from her long black stiletto knee high boots with studs and laces, black fishnet stockings with the edge in latex, the same latex which her transparent bodysuit is made of, with some inserts that match the fishnets, all crossed by leather straps, matching the collar she wears on her neck. She also wears black long latex fingerless gloves, as she’s holding what seems like a horse whip.
The final touch, the black headband with cat ears.
“I… I need some time to recover…” Dan incoherently babbles, as he waits for his way too fast heartbeat to go back to normal.
“What’s all this fuss? I was wearing total black even before, at the restaurant!” Blair plays dumb.
“Yeah, but that was an off shoulder, wrap black dress, with a sweetheart neckline and a scandalously high slit that made me forget how to correctly breath for a while. But this… This is giving me a heart attack!”
“I’ll take it as a compliment!” She grins, totally enjoying the effect she’s having on him.
“And it is, Blair. Listen, you’re beyond sexy and this is something I’d never dare to dream about, not even in my hottest fantasies… but maybe it’s too much.” Dan grumbles.
It’s enough to deflate Blair’s ego like a balloon.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m making you feel uncomfortable.” Blair sighs, sitting on the bed.
Despite all the latex and the studs, Dan only sees an unsure, fragile girl.
A girl he hopelessly loves.
“Nope, my love, you could never. It’s just that it’s so unexpected.” He sits close to her, holding her hand.
“Well, not so unexpected, I’ve told you that we have legitimised the kinky gate… It’s not that different from the tamer and the lioness thing, is it?”
“I guess it’s not, after all, it’s just a tad different, maybe more pushy… but, why not? I mean, after all, it’s still you and me.”
Blair squeezes his hand tight.
“Of course it’s still you and me. It’s our relationship. It’s our world. Nothing in our world should scare you.”
"You’re right. And I’m not scared, it’s… I've never done something like this before..." Dan mutters.
"I guessed so. I mean, Serena Candy Candy doesn’t exactly strike me as a Mistress... and Vanessa? Geez, she would probably find this feminist and male chauvinist at the same time... and somehow racist too!” She makes him laugh. "There was that Hollywood girl, but they are all acting and no substance. On the other end, Georgina... Well, thank God your relationship with her lasted less than a cheap quality stocking!"
Dan laughs again and bends on her for a sweet kiss.
“But if this is too much for you, I perfectly understand, I’ll just ask your help to set me free from this very complicated outfit.” Blair informs him, unusually sweet and understanding.
Dan keeps silent, pondering about his decision.
“Tick tock, tick tock, Dan, this ship is about to sail…” His girlfriend points out, as she already focuses on which strap she should undo first.
That’s before Dan finally makes his decision.
"So... Let's suppose I wanna try this game, because it's a game, isn't it?"
"Of course it's just a game. And I'll tell you more. If anything bothers you, you can stop me anytime." Blair assures him, caressing his thigh. "Let's find a safety word; something you can say when you feel it's too much." She suggests.
"Uh, okay... What about... 'Nénette'?"
This time it's Blair who leans closer for another kiss.
"Oh Dan, you're just too cute for words."
"You know, love, no matter how cool you looked with that total black suit with the damasked vest matching the pochette; you look a lot sexier with it off!" She smiles, opening her drawer. "But I'm thinking of something that could make things spicier."
"I'm afraid to ask..." Dan gulps down, as she hands a little black box with a black ribbon to him.
“Oh, I gave a similar one to Chuck once, as a gift.” He comments, once he lifts the lid and sees the leather collar with studs and a ring where a leash is supposed to be attached.
Blair confines herself to just questioning him with her look and Dan figures out how equivocal his sentence might sound.
“Huh, I mean, for Monkey!”
“And since when have you and Chuck become besties who exchange gifts for your pets?”
“We’re not besties and I don’t have any pets!”
“Well, you have Cedric.” Blair shrugs. “Anyway, can we just leave Chuck out of our bedroom talks?”
“Not so fast. Did you and Chuck use to do this kind of stuff?” Dan inquires.
Blair smirks and leans closer to his ear.
“Wrong question, Humphrey. What you should be asking yourself is ‘Do I really want Chuck to be the last man Blair did this kind of stuff with?’”
“Say no more!” Dan growls, pulling her closer and kissing her fiercely.
When they part, Dan glances at the collar once more, then at Blair and he nods.
She wraps it around his neck and fastens it, not too tight, of course.
The sensation of that leather against his skin in that area feels unfamiliar to Dan, yet intriguing.
“So, Mistress, now are you going to put me on a leash, tug at it and order me around?”
“That’s the plan, Slave, but first we need to improve your outfit. Look better at the bottom of the box.”
Dan does as he’s been told and finds a pair of slips.
Not any slips.
They’re leather slips. With a zip at the very middle.
“Am I supposed to wear this?” Dan wavers, holding that creepy item.
“Mm-mm-”
“With the risk of getting my… good fellow stuck inside the zipper?”
“Well, if you love the risk…”
“Nénette, Nénette!” Dan almost screams.
Blair just chuckles.
“Predictable enough.” She snatches the slips from his hand and opens her drawer again. “Okay, plan B.” She hands him something else.
Dan analyses it, it’s a sort of kilt, very much shorter than the Scottish ones, and in leather, with the belt on the waist that leaves a hip totally bare.
“Huh, yeah, this scares me much less.” Dan shrugs, wearing it.
It goes without saying that he looks hot as hell.
“This makes the slit of my dress pale in comparison.” Blair licks her lips, as her fingers trace his bare thigh.
“Yeah, but I’d prefer not to display this outfit in restaurants!” Dan nervously chuckles, still feeling awkward.
“Something we both agree on. This vision belongs to me only!” Blair growls, straddling him, possessively.
She smashes her lips on his, hungrily, rubbing herself against his hips.
Latex against leather and the very revealing kilt can’t hide how much Dan is enjoying that.
Before he can even acknowledge that, there’s a whipping sound, a reddened bare hip and a sudden moment of pain.
“Ouch! What was that for?” He whines, as Blair gets up.
“Never dare to call your cock ‘good fellow’ anymore!” She reproaches him. “Geez, Dan, I mean, you’re even a writer!”
Dan is not even listening to her anymore, too engrossed in experiencing something he didn’t expect.
- How the hell did the pain turn into pleasure and why do I want her to do that to me again?-
“So, Slave, are we ready?” Blair fastens the leash on the ring of his collar.
“Yes, Mistress, do whatever you please to me!”
“It’s more about what I want you to do to me!” She points out, right before tugging his leash.
Something that triggers Dan.
“Your wish is my command, Mistress!” He asserts, getting in the role more and more.
“Down on your knees, then.” She orders, pointing at the floor.
No sooner said than done.
“Now what, Mistress?”
Blair smirks, as she spreads her legs, while standing.
“What does your instinct suggest?”
“Oh.” Dan immediately figures out what she wants.
Which is exactly what he wants, as well.
He grabs the leather straps of her body, not only to balance himself, but to study it better.
“How am I supposed to take it off, Mistress?”
Whipping sound.
Reddened skin.
This time his right shoulder.
Hiss of pain, mixed with pleasure.
“You don’t, Slave. It’s very complicated to wear and I want to keep it on as long as possible.”
“But, Mistress, if you don’t want me to remove the body, then how am I supposed to…?”
The whip strikes again, this time above his left shoulder.
Dan is beginning to like that game more and more.
“Pay more attention, Slave. There’s a zip at the bottom. See? I’m brave enough to wear certain stuff. Just be extremely careful to lower it.”
Dan proves to be extremely careful and when he lowers the zip of that body his personal Heaven springs open.
He starts licking her inner left thigh, softly, slowly; then he does the same with her right one, as Blair’s moans increase.
“There you are, my beautiful peony!” He murmurs, a few inches from her core.
Double whips at the center of his back.
“This is even worse than ‘good fellow’ and it wasn’t an easy task!” She snaps, but then she noticed his pleased smile. “Wait a minute, you did it on purpose!”
“Yes, Mistress, for some disturbing reasons… I like when you whip me.” Dan awkwardly confesses.
Blair tugs at his leash again, pulling him down.
“Lay down, Slave, with your stomach touching the floor.”
Dan obeys, and Blair presses the heel of her boot against his back, lightly at first.
“Do you even like that, Slave?”
Dan grimaces as she progressively increases the pressure, not enough to make it bleed, but enough to make it unpleasant.
“Nope, Mistress, I like only the whip.”
“Do you want me to step on your back, Slave?”
“Nope, Mistress, please, have mercy!” He begs and she walks away and pulls the leash again.
“Then stop playing tricks, kneel again and just focus on pleasing me, with no sugary names.”
“Got it, Mistress!” He places his head between her legs again.
“Say what I want, Slave!”
“You want me to eat you out, you want me to taste your delightful cunt.” Dan answers, bluntly.
“Hello, slutty poet.” Blair chuckles, but it quickly turns into louder and louder moans, as Dan’s tongue starts his intrusion.
“That’s it, Slave, just a tad deeper.. aaaahhhh, yeeeeesss, don’t stop!”
Dan has no intention to stop, fucking her with his skillful tongue, and alternating licking, sucking and even soft nibbling he manages to bring Blair to one of her most powerful orgasms ever.
He proudly laps his juicy reward, as she pushes him deeper, sinking her hands into his curls.
“Mistress, my knees are killing me, could I please get up, at least for a while?” Dan politely asks her.
“Granted!” Blair agrees, as she still has to recover.
“So, did the Slave please his Mistress?”
“Oh yeah, even beyond my expectations.”
“Good. And how low are the chances Mistress’s cunt can take a ride on her Slave’s cock?”
That outspoken and foul-mouthy version of Dan sets Blair on fire much more than the wasabi did.
“They’re practically non-existent. Not in this session, at least. But beware of what you wish for, because it would be a ride where I get orgasm control over you.” She warns him.
Those two words set Dan on fire more than the wasabi did.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” He smirks. “So, as we wait for the next session, can at least the Slave get the Mistress sitting on his lap to kiss her?”
Blair nods and Dan sits on the bed, waiting for her to reach him.
“Only because this Slave is such a damn good kisser and his Mistress likes sitting on his mini-kilt.” She giggles, as they kiss, slowly, without any rush.
Dan can’t resist the temptation of cupping her breasts, still trapped in all that latex, and also fidgeting with the fishnet inserts.
Blair enjoys both things, especially the tickling sensation of the second one.
“Before the Mistress gives another order to her Slave, can I ask you something, Blair?”
She nods, allowing that little break from their sexy game.
“Is any outfit like this included in Vanity Blair’s next collection? I don’t know, maybe a ‘My Fair Body’ line?” He suggests as he plays with the cat ears of her headband.
Blair giggles for both things.
“Nope, but… Geez, now I want to create a bodysuits line only to use that name!” He makes him laugh. “But, of course, way more prude kinds of bodysuits. Let’s not forget that those girls are from Providence, not Audacity!”
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THE END
