Dominatrix For Hire

Dominatrix For Hire

Lady Midnight

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  A professional Dominatrix is currently out of work. When she finds a lead on a job, it’s to train a Master’s subs for him. But the job interview is a bitch. 

 
PUBLISHED BY: loveyoudivine Alterotica
ISBN: 978-1-60054-273-2
PUBLICATION DATE: 2008
WORD COUNT: 26000
SEXUAL CONTENT RATING: 5 5 5 5 5
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CATEGORIES: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica
KEYWORDS: BDSM, Dominatrix, submissive, Master, domination, submission, humiliation, training,
 

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EXCERPT
COPYRIGHT Lady Midnight/2008

 I hadn’t known him long, but I believed I knew him well. The internet chats, a brief meeting in a restaurant, the intelligence, and the wariness all spoke of something deep. And he had the confidence to tell me he didn’t have all the experience he wanted in some areas – such as rope.

Did somebody mention rope?

In a matter of two nights, I had the perfect body harness, with steel rings woven strategically at the most critical areas of the hips, the mons, the small of the back,  between the breasts, and at the shoulders. But the one between the blades escaped my abilities.

“This could be worn for an entire weekend,” I crowed. “And the areas that will get the most activity can be tightened or loosened at your will, my Lord.”

“I want to see it. Friday night.”

“Of course.”

It wasn’t beyond the scope of my profession to allow novice Doms to use my flesh as their etude, the little practice piece for bondage classes. Only in rare instances was it interesting any more. It was merely a paycheck, or a one-time deposit into my bank account. But this particular ‘student’ had captured my attention.

Maybe mid-forties, skin hot and sensuous like rich, decadent chocolate on a cold winter’s night. A dark, still gaze made him look perpetually turned on. He not only had money, he had the subs to go with it, if only in video.

Like the proper Hostess, I opened the door on the hour, and moments later he moved up the path. The serene energies flowing through my home were instantly disturbed and excited by his presence. “Good evening,” I said warmly, as I do to all of my guests.
     “Mistress,” his voice barely a growl over the strains of Mozart’s violins. As if he handled something priceless, his arms slid over my satin-draped shoulders to pull me close. His breath hot in my ear, he murmured, “Lovely to see you so eager to please.”

Playfully, I tugged on his earlobe with my lips. “I’m rather thinking of this as a job interview, you know. Beyond the references you already have, I’m thinking this to be merely a demonstration.”

“We can work with that,” he said with a smile. He nestled into one of the overstuffed chairs and tossed his feet to the ottoman. “So show me what you have, honey.”

I hesitated, studying his demeanor, his cockiness. I took a step backwards and folded my arms across my chest.

“I do apologize … caught up in the moment.” Quickly, he reached into his pocket and slipped two, hundred-dollar bills into the drawer of the toy box.

From across the room, I tossed the coil of rope in his lap. “When you find the middle, slip two 2” rings over the end, and let me know.”

As any novice might, he fumbled with the knot, and then erroneously held one end and tossed the coil to the middle of the room tangling it badly. I laughed a moment before I stepped on it to still his fumbling. I grabbed it, straightened it, put the rings on it and then handed it to him.

“Between the legs,” I instructed, holding his gaze. Slowly, I let the white satin puddle around my feet like a fluffy cloud. But his technique spoke of experience on many levels. Without my instruction, he looped both ends into the rings and pulled hard.

“I see what you mean,” he said thoughtfully. He tugged at the rings and then slid a finger through the wet slit. “Doesn’t interfere with penetration. Holds the cunt open, in fact. Now, what do you suggest?”

“I usually put a ring here at the muff. Just another secure tie-down.”

Moments later, that was accomplished, and I suddenly realized I’d been conned. The rope wrapped tightly around my waist to force me to breathe from the chest only. He placed another ring at my belly button, and said, “And now, sweet Lady, what shall we do next?”

Like a good little girl, my cheeks blossomed with color. “Why are we doing this at all?” I laughed.

“Cuz’ it’s fun,” he grinned. “Cuz’ your cute,” he teased.

“Fuck you, I’m not supposed to be cute.”

Holding the ends of the ropes, he plopped in the chair and grabbed a cigarette. “Whether my care-takers turn out to have any sincere submissive qualities truly matters not. What matters is they have the emotional stability to not only take care of my slaves, but also themselves. But I don’t pay my slaves to be my slaves, you see.”

“So … I’m the nanny?” I asked facetiously.

He tugged on the rope with a bit of a sigh. “Nanny,” he repeated slowly. “I was thinking Dorm Mother, but hell, Nanny works for me.”

I burst into laughter though he still had my ropes. “For a woman born without maternal instincts, neither of those concepts will work long-term. We may end up at ‘Drill Sergeant.’”

“Or slave, baby. You’re getting way ahead of yourself.”

His declaration sent a chill through me. I couldn’t imagine what he had in mind. I felt the energy course through me like a lightning bolt. He wrapped the rope around his hand and yanked hard, dropping me into his lap. “IF…you had a Master to impress, how would you tie the tits?”

The little air in my lungs escaped as he held me tight. Only slowly, he released the hold. He relaxed into the chair once again, and gave the ropes over to me. His eyes affixed to mine and refused to let go.

Slowly I stood feeling a kind of power that was long absent in my life. Shoulder-width apart, my toes dug into the carpet as I held one end of the rope in my mouth. With as much B-Movie aplomb as I could muster, I bent from the hips to let the assets dangle.

“If that was tied just right, we’d have yet another fuckable hole, honey.”

I didn’t respond verbally; I merely wrapped the left one close to my chest, the first revolution the tightest. The remaining three wraps held it straight out, the nipple already swelling. With that end in my mouth, I did the other breast just as carefully.

More to entertain than to entice, I stood giving him a moment to offer his approval. His hand covered his lengthening cock to relieve the ache already. I dropped the ends of the rope over my shoulders and crossed them in back. Moments later, I had a ring woven between the disciplined breasts and tied off at the neck.

“You are creative,” he said surely. “The nipples. What more can we do to express to Master your desire to be near him?”

I tossed my head, the inventory rushing through my mind like water spiraling between canyon walls. What device shall we use on the Princess, I wondered with a hidden grin. I grabbed my favorites.

The long steel fingers of the clamp closed behind the nipples and I slid the ring to just the perfect pressure. The chain in between dangled far from my body. I couldn’t help but notice how unimpressed he was, until I placed the chain in my mouth and twisted the nipples when I raised my head.

“That’s better,” he noted. He motioned me forward to the end of his arm. While I held the tits, he opened the labia to inspect the clit. “Kinda big, isn’t it, honey?” I cringed, for once again someone noticed the result of steroid use in my teens. I never made an Olympic Team, but I won 100 meter Freestyle events all over the world. “Never took you for an athlete.”

“Long time ago,” I said feeling a bit nauseous.

“Liver damage?” he asked.

“Not enough to fuck with me,” I said surely.

He held the shaft between his fingers and rubbed the extremely sensitive head making me groan. Rather than let me enjoy that, he slipped into the vagina. Gently, his baby finger opened the anus.

“Very experienced little slut, aren’t you?” he asked.

 I dropped the chain with a grin. “Doesn’t everybody start on the bottom?”

“In my organization, they do. I like this. I like you. And you have the assets I’m looking for, also. Intelligence, emotional control, and whippable tits.”

“So…do I understand that for the purposes of this employment, you are on Top, and I’m Middle Management?”

“That’s it, baby – that’s the paradigm we’re looking for. You are Middle Management, forever in my charge, yet responsible for them. A truly difficult place to be.”

“But that’s why Mid Mans make more than they are supposedly worth, my friend.”

“We’ll talk about salary, darling. But you say this harness can be worn for an entire weekend?”

“I believe so.”
       “I want you to prove it. Next Friday. I’ll pick you up at four.”

My turn to be wary. “Pick me up?” 

“Little place in the country I know. A cabin on the creek in the thick of lush pine forest. You’ll love it.”

“Would this be your cabin?”

“In deed, it would be,” he joked.

“Is there anything special you require?”

“Open the door at four.”

“Of course.”

 
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