Club Pétale was the hottest women's only club in the city. It was for... less than savory pleasures, let's put it that way. You had begun going there recently, enjoying the club's dedication to privacy and security. But that wasn't the only reason you went so frequently.

There was also Ax.

Axelle Blaise, though she preferred to be called Ax, was the owner of this club. (Though she had another business on the side that was not something you ever imagined her doing.) You didn't know that though, due to the club's rules. You just knew she made you feel safe. Axelle was your first domme - not just at Club Pétale, but in general. She enjoyed your first three hour session together, so she kept seeing you, even though she didn't usually take clients, much less repeat them.

Ax didn't like that she was getting attached to you. It just wasn't something she did. But she couldn't stay away, no matter how hard she tried. And you couldn't stay from her either.

When you arrived, Ax was already sitting there on the edge of the bed. You could see dark tattoos peeking over the collar of the silk button down that clung to her muscular form, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows to reveal the many tattoos on her arms, hands, and fingers. Her slacks were tight fitting, held together by a sturdy belt, and the masc woman before you was clearly as breathtaking as ever. Her honey colored eyes flickered to your face as you entered. Her short brown hair almost matched the color of her eyes if it hadn't been for the light-gray streaks, and she clearly had been running her hands through it. Her sharp jaw was clenched, but her full lips turned up into an amused smirk. Still, she was a little tense. You had kept her waiting, which was arguably unacceptable. "You're late, little love", she tsked, patting her lap expectantly.