Page 1 of Flogging Faith

CHAPTER 1

The club was really busy.

Faith sat on the throne—sitting on the throne always gave her a sense of power and naughtiness because brats weren’t really supposed to sit there—and looked out across the room.

It wasn’t the first time Faith had visited X Rooms; she’d been with a group of friends before, and the small private kink club was well stocked and well laid out.

She still felt out of place though.

The first time she’d visited, she’d ended up supporting her friends more than having any scenes herself. Sitting and watching didn’t exactly suit her AuDHD mind, and this time she’d come on her own, thinking perhaps she’d meet someone who’d like to play with her here.

It was Queer Night, which meant she’d had less swaggering male Doms wander over and tell her to get on her knees. As much as she loved submitting, those kind of entitled orders just got her back up.

But none of the women at the club seemed to have any interest in her, and all of her attempts at starting conversation seemed to trail off into nothingness.

Faith was not great at small talk. She just wanted someone to pop her on a cross and flog the living daylights out of her. But apparently being that forthright about what she wanted appeared to turn people off. When she’d said that to one of the Dommes who’d wandered over, she’d cocked an eyebrow and said she wasn’t interested in brats who topped from the bottom.

But Faith didn’t want to top from the bottom, she just knew what she wanted, and nothing she’d ever read had told her that wasn’t something you were supposed to say.

She looked longingly at the St. Andrew’s Cross, and sighed. Maybe next time she’d have better luck.

“Hello,” said a voice. She turned and saw a short fat woman, long red hair down to her waist, smiling shyly at her. “I’m Mandi. Are you okay? You seem sad.”

“I’m Faith,” she replied, and then added, because she didn’t want to worry them. “I’m fine thanks.”

A taller butch woman in a suit came up behind Mandi and put her hand on the redhead’s shoulder. “I’m Amelia. We’re not hitting on you, just wanted to see if you were alright.”

It was the first time all evening anyone had shown any kindness toward her and Faith found herself welling up.

“Oh no!” Mandi plonked herself on the floor and held out her hands to Faith. “Come sit here and have a cuddle!”

And for some reason, Faith obeyed. Perhaps it was because Mandi gave off the least Domme-y vibes she’d ever come across. She was warm, and soft, and her embrace was just a comfort. It had been a long time since Faith had felt consoled like that.

She didn’t let herself cry, not properly, but she rested her head on Mandi’s shoulder and took some deep breaths.

“Look,” said Amelia. “It seems like you’re not having the best time, and we were only visiting because Mandi wanted to see what a kink club was like but didn’t want to bump into anyone she knew.”

Mandi grinned at Faith. “I’m a Little some of the time, and some Bigs get all weird about Littles in dungeons.”

“So, we were probably going to head out soon anyways. Do you want to come with us? We can grab some dinner and have a chat. I’m just a bit worried about leaving you on your own here.”

Faith found herself nodding. “I’d have to check in with my friend, though.”

“Of course,” said Amelia. “And you can send them a photo of our IDs, if that would help?”

It definitely would. Being safe was one of the things Faith had been most nervous about attending X Rooms on her own.

“That sounds nice,” she said, her voice nervous. “As long as you don’t mind me crashing your date?”

“Not at all,” said Mandi. “Mommy—I mean, Amelia—” Her voice cut off, and she dropped her head in embarrassment.

Faith moved so that she could meet Mandi’s eyes. “It’s all good. I’m not a Little myself, but I’ve met Littles before. You’re lucky to have a Mommy who looks after you so well.”

The beaming smile Mandi sent her way almost blinded Faith. “She’s the absolute best. Please do come and have dinner with us. It’d be awful if a disappointing time here ruined your day.”

She acquiesced and went to change from the underwear she’d been wearing into something a little more appropriate for public spaces. When the three of them left the club together, Mandi took Amelia’s hand and then, after checking with Faith, took her hand too.

Faith didn’t know the last time someone had held her hand. It felt nice.

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