Helena and Masane: Lovers?!

Helena was waiting at the door of her room. When she asked Masane to come,she didnt really think about it. Her room was all she could dream,or all she could hate. In the inside,Helena didnt want Masane to see her room because it was all decorated like a dungeon,with torture artifacts everywhere and some fetish accesories,like belts,handcuffs,whips and some erotic suits.

"I hope she doesnt hate me for this......"

Masane could be seen walking down the hall. She looked rather shifty, looking behind her occasionally, like she suspected someone was following her. This was the first time she was getting involved in anything like this, and it was kind of embarassing her. Nevertheless, she sought to find out just how far this could go. She approached Helena, dressed in her normal gi and martial art pants, wearing a clean pair.

"H..hi." She greeted her.

"Oh...hi Masane..." Helena said as she blushed lightly and scratched her cheek. To be honest,she has never been in love before. She doesnt even know what love is. You know,she has been in a war,and there is no love there. The cold battle transformed her heart into a block of ice. But it seemed like Masane was melting down the ice in her heart.

The blonde domme invited Masane to go in her room,completely forgetting that she was trying to keep Masane from going in there.

Masane nodded slowly, before stepping into her room, keeping quiet as she saw all the equipment Helena had in her room, from suits, whips, chains.. it was a bit much to take in at first, but she stayed in the room. "..Extravagant." She commented.

Helena blushed darkly and started to hit her head against the wall like an idiot. "What.have.I.done? Am.I.stupid?" She said each word after each headbutt to the wall. She couldnt believe. Now the whole date was ruined just because Masane saw her "equipment". Or at least thats what she thinks.

"I'm so sorry you had to see this.....It wasnt my intention...."

"Tell me... what is all of this for?" She asked, not seeming to realize Helena was trying to apologize to her. She wasn't offended, in fact, she seemed rather curious about it all.

"Emmm.....Ummm......You see.......I'm dont act as a domme....Actually I AM a professional domme..." She blushed even more as she said that and apologysed several times more,trying to make Masane hear. She only had things because the Russian torture divition didnt want all this stuff,and Helena had to carry it with her.

Masane twitched an eyebrow, putting a finger to her mouth as she kept apologizing. "Why are you apologizing so much? I don't know much about this.. but aren't dommes kind of supposed to be proud of their position... So.. I guess you put this stuff on who you make your slave.." She commented, walking over to a set of handcuffs, examining them for a moment.

"Exactly......Only my slaves are supposed to see all of this....I mean...Em..Nevermind...." Helena seemed quite amazed by the girl's innocent reaction. Everybody she showed this stuff was afraid. Masane,by the other hand,looked curious. Was she thinking in something?

"What are you doing...?" Helena asked when Masane took the set of handcuffs.

"Hm?" She looked over at Helena, then shook her head. "Nothing.. just looking." She said. "I've never really seen this kind of thing before. Even so, I find myself... interested. Could you tell me more?" She asked her.