MISTRESS

GENRE: BDSM, Domination, Fetish

RATING: X

SUMMARY: A young black woman takes an unlikely career-path.

ACT I

Terry was completely broke. She lost her job waitressing after a particularly rude customer, set her off.

“Miss, this water is tepid, and this steak not bloody enough” He said, as blood oozed out of his steak. “You simply are, an incompetent imbecile.”

Terry had been back and forth, to and from the kitchen, trying her best to satisfy this pompous ass, for far too long. She picked up the water, smiling as if she were going to get him another glass and she threw it in has face. The man shivered.

“Well, you’re shaking” She said, sarcastically. “Is it cold?

She took off her restaurant vest, found the manager and yelled “I QUIT!”

Since then, because she had been living paycheck to paycheck, she lost her apartment. She ended up crashing on the couches at her friends’.

Though, she over-stayed her welcome at Oliver’s place, having been there, a full month…Oliver was a gay man she’d known for about two years. She’d met him at a department store and they immediately, hit it off.

“Listen, hun you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…” He paused…”-Except this, -girl, you are cockblocking!!”

“Why in the name of all that’s good and precious, have you not found a job, yet?”

She sighed…”I’ve been applying, but that firing really hurt me, I was stupid.”

Oliver sat down and put a consoling hand on her shoulder…

”Listen…I think, maybe I can help. My friend Kendra has a HUGE place and she’s cool. Anyone referred by me, has got her stamp of approval. I’ll give her a call and see if she’ll take you on, for while.”

Terry hugged him…”Oh thanks, Oli’”

Oliver was true to his word. He called her that evening.

The next morning, he broke the good news. “Okay, girl, she said it’s alright…I think she’s happy to have some female presence, up in there…Pack up, your shit. I’ll drop you off.”

~~~~

Kendra opened her door and welcomed Terry with a warm hug….. “Hello, Terry! -I’ve heard so much about you.” She said smiling warmly.

“Oh, don’t be shy, come in, come in!”

Kendra was…interesting looking. She was dressed conservatively, but she wore green contacts, had a long expensive looking light brown weave and…well, there’s no better way to say it, she had the ideal black man’s body, all booty, tiny waist, average sized breasts. She looked like that video vixen, Buffie, except her skin was pecan-colored.

She spoke in the high kind of voice of Loretta Devine. “Welcome, to my place!” She said gesturing around the immense room.

“WOW!” Terry said… “This place is incredible!”

And it was, suede covered walls, tasteful (and expensive-looking) modern furniture, and lots of space.

“I’ll show you to your room, so you can get settled in…Oh, it’s so nice to have another female around!” Terry wondered why there would be a shortage.

Kendra’s “spare room” was also impressive, painted a soothing blue color with a large queen-sized bed. It had it’s own bathroom, all marble just to the side of it.

“Wow, this is too much!” …She said looking around. “Just, what do you do??? Because, I need to get in on that…”

Kendra smiled…”Girl, I don’t know if you really want to know, what I do…”

~~~~

Most of Kendra’s days were free, so they hung out, quite a bit and became fast friends. Kendra seemed to have an endless bank account. She spent her money on long shopping sprees and always insisted on paying the bill, when they went out to bars together, playing the “number” contest…

Whoever could get the most numbers, from men won. They always seemed to be evenly matched, trading off their wins, every time.

That sat in a bar one night, both a bit faded…

Kendra gave Terry a considering look… “You know? You’re a beautiful girl…”

Terry raised an eyebrow…Kendra laughed…

”Oh, don’t worry it’s not like that, but…” She sighed.

“Maybe, I should tell you what I do.”

Terry, was very dark, with the almost literally black skin of Alek Wek. She was used to black guys either wanting to date her to prove how down they were or completely ignoring her, due to they’re own self-hatred issues, or preference for lighter-skinned girls.

She did have a few normal relationships with black men, but she still suffered some self-esteem issues, having been teased a lot, when she was younger. People still made comments about her being invisible in the dark..

She was almost the complete opposite of Kendra physically. Thin with a “white girl’s ass” as she called it, but she had large breasts. Her face was gorgeous. She had the aquiline features of a Somalian, high cheekbones, long neck, narrow nose.

“Kendra took a swig from her large glass of Margarita. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially…”I beat down men, for a living.”

“WHAT??” Terry yelled.

“Shhh!! Girl!! I’ll tell you more about it, when we get back to my place”…She paid her tab and dragged Terry behind her, hailing a taxi to get home.

“Once there, she sat heavily on her white leather couch.” She sighed. Terry slowly sat down beside her.

“Okay here’s the deal…I’m a dominatrix.”

Terry starting laughing,, uproariously…The drink from earlier still having some effect on her…

“I’m serious!!!” Kendra said. “Look…”

She got up and led her to a full wall mirror. She slid her hand down the edge and it popped open…Inside were all kinds of fetish paraphernalia…Latex, cat’o’nine tails, ball-gags, and thick rope…Just to name a few.

Terry was aghast….”Oh. My. God.” She said picking up a pair of what looked like high-heeled ballet shoes.

“I know what you’re thinking…I’m not a prostitute. I don’t have sex with these men…But I’m no idiot…I know, what I do is pretty close” She said tossing her long weave. “They do get off, because of what I do, after all…”

She continued… “And honey, you’d be surprised at the clients, executives, politicians, actors, you name it…Some of them you even know from television…” Terry shook her head gasping, incredulously…”No….”

Kendra shook her head…”Yes, girl.”

“Here’s the thing…” She said, circling her, assessing her looks…. “ I really think you’d be good at this.”

“And hun-ney, you could make so much money! And all you’d have to do is order some men around and abuse, the hell out of them!”

“I-I don’t know, about this…”

“Listen, this may creep you out, but most of these white boys? They want ‘em as dark, as they come.” Terry looked down at this, embarrassed at the mention of her skin-color.

“And girl?” She said, seriously “You have gorgeous skin…Don’t you give folk permission to make you feel any different” She said, smiling.

“It’s truth!”

~~~~

Kendra stood nearby Terry, while she sat in a chair at a trendy, expensive, salon….

“Kendra, I don’t know about this…”

“Listen girl, I don’t like it either, but don’t forget, weave is removable…The clientèle tend to like a little bit of the porno look. They dig the white girl hair.”…”You think, I like wearing these dry-ass contacts??” She said.

“But I do, all the time, because I never know when I’m going to run into one of my clients…”

“-Oh, God.” Terry said, having second thoughts.

Kendra laughed…”Oh, it’s not like that…I just send them on ridiculously complicated errands, like getting me a rare brand of truffles or, and this one’s funny, sending them to the Pharmacy to get all those embarrassing female unmentionables and then having them list them out LOUDLY, at the cash register…It’s weird, but they like it.”

Several smartly dressed woman were busily sewing jet-black, high quality human hair onto her own. While others were applying acrylic nails…

She was starting to look like some stranger…

By the end of the day, Terry was ready, at least on the surface…They had demonstrated how to do her make-up and her weave was imperceptible, seamlessly blending into her own hair.

She had on mink false eye-lashes emphasizing, the already thick ones she had, and to her horror, shiny black lipstick. Kendra said it made her looking more imposing.

~~~~

Her first client was an “easy one” according to Kendra. He was a timid, pudgy accountant who only wanted to be belittled verbally for an hour.

Kendra used a different name on her “jobs”, protecting her true identity, while easing into a new one. She was Mistress Martina…

Terry? She christened her Mistress Xenobia.

~~~

Kendra always had back up when she went on her jobs. Just in case someone tried to lure her into something unsafe, a bouncer named Charles, whom she met a few years ago, tailed her at every job, getting a small percentage of the profits for his trouble.

She sent him along on “Xenobia’s” first.

Xenobia wore a head-to-toe black patent leather body-suit, it was the most conservative fetish-wear she could find and spiked boots.

“How do I look?”

“You look great, now put on this coat on and off you go!!”

~~~

She entered Fred’s place, the accountant, while he looked up at her from downcast eyes. She had called him, the night before with her safe-word, ‘desistence’ , a word which could be used, if he wanted her to stop or if he felt unsafe.

After he closed the door, he immediately knelt down and began to weep…

Xenobia was warned about this….So, she smacked him hard across the face and said “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” She couldn’t believe that she was. -That she actually could do this, but she fell into an easy rhythm. She gave him all matter of humiliating tasks; drink out of his dog’s bowl, using his back, as a foot rest.

All the while, he addressed, her “Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!”

The time went by fast. She left his apartment, saying “ You are the most disgusting human being, I’ve ever met.”

When she got back to Kendra’s, her friend was grinning broadly…”Girl?? What did you do???”

That man has never left such a large tip… “You must be a natural…”

They were overwhelmed by clients, after that….Kendra never felt any resentment because they were different types…Men who wanted Xenobia’s type, didn’t want Martina and vice versa..

Money poured in…

Terry was eventually able to move out and get her own place.

Unlike her friend, she never serviced clients outside of her Dom’ hours… She simply lived a double-life. She pinned up her hair and wore conservative clothing with no make-up, on her off days. She was vixened out, when she was on.

She lived a surprisingly normal life…drinking in coffee-shops, perusing bookstores. No one, would ever know what she did for a living.

~~~~

One day, she was browsing the African-American fiction section, sighing loudly at all the “ghetto” and “hood” books.

A man stepped up behind her and said… “Miss, May I help you?”

“Yes” she said… “Can you direct me to the classic black authors, in this section?”

“Mmm…” He said, sighing…”That’s actually in the Classic Fiction section…”

“You’re kidding me, you mean the Black Fiction section mostly has these hood books?”

“Well, I’m afraid so…but if you’ll tell me exactly who you’re looking for, I can direct you to that author in the Classic Fiction section.”

She looked up at him. He was a tall, clean-cut, blond. He looked like he could belong to a preppie club, at the local college. Nonetheless, he wasn’t bad looking. He had broad-shoulders, the clear light-blue eyes of an aquamarine, and an easy-going smile. In short, he was the cute-boy next door-type.

“Sure” she said and followed him… Once there, she rattled off authors, while he quickly retrieved the books… “Baldwin, Dunbar, Ellison…”

When he was finished, he had a big stack of books. He smiled, handing them off, and watched her go…not to the register but to a quiet corner of the store, where she plopped down in a large comfy chair, reserved for customers.

He watched for moment, trying to decide what to do.

He approached her, again… “Is there anything else, you need?”

She looked at him with a confused look on her face, clearly not liking being bothered, while she was trying to read.

“No” she said, a bit sharply…

“Okay-“ he said clearly, embarrassed…So, he tried a different tactic, being honest.

”Look, I know you’re trying to read, here-“.

“-Yes, I am.” she said, cutting off.

He exhaled, briefly…”Look I’m trying to pick you up, albeit, failing miserably…”

“Oh. Oh!” she said, embarrassed by her harsh words.

“I’m sorry, I was so rude…This is just my space to zone out.” She said chuckling. “Let’s start all over…Hi, I’m Terry.”

She said offering her hand. “Justin” He said, shaking it.

“Can I make this, up to you?” Terry asked.

“How does dinner at Chez Blanc, sound?”

“Sounds great!” She said, smiling.

“Okay…6 pm, this evening, if you’re free?”

“…I look forward to it.”

~~~~

Mistress Xenobia had time for one client before dinner, the state congressman, Don Bitterman.

He was really odd…. While she verbally abused him, he would apologize for all the black people he had been afraid of, or been unfair to at work…

“I’m sorry Mistress Xenobia” He said, weeping and crawling to her, licking the bottoms of her boots. It was disgusting. She was particularly rough on him. Though, she thought, maybe she should go easy on him, considering he got off on it.

Her hour done, she rushed home to prepare for her date.

~~~~

She looked nice, but again conservative in a simple black dress, her hair up in a bun.

Justin took her coat, as he pulled out her chair… “You look beautiful…”

“Thanks” She said, darkening a bit.

They chatted for a while, Terry deftly avoiding any talk about work, while they waited for the appetizers.

Justin made for a good dinner companion and she found herself very attracted to him.

After they finished their appetizers, Justin excused himself to go to the restroom…

As she sat at the table, hands under her chin, she glanced around the restaurant…To her horror, she saw her first client, Fred, the accountant, staring directly at her, in clear recognition…

“Maybe, he won’t come over…” She thought.

But he did…. He shuffled over, his back, hunched.

He bent over…and whispered in her ear…”Mistress Xenobia, what should I eat tonight??”

“Unnnh” she said, looking over his shoulder, watching Justin striding back to her table.

She whispered sharply.. “…water and that’s it…no food”

She definitely didn’t want him sticking around, while she was on her date.

“Thank you, Mistress” He said, shuffling away…

Justin sat down…She prayed he hadn’t heard anything…

“What was that about?”

“Oh…That was just an old friend.” She lied.

“Well, that’s funny, because you didn’t look too happy to see him…And uh, I know this is weird, but I could have sworn he called you, Mistress?”

Her face flushed, in alarm…

ACT II

“Yeah, yes! You did hear him call me mistress. I stupidly went to a costume party dressed all in leather and he’s been teasing me about it, ever, since…Mistress, this, Mistress, that…” She lied.

“I’m just tired of it.”

“Oh, really?” Justin said laughing. “I’d like to see that costume.”

The conversation went back to normal and they past the time easily, enjoying each other’s company.

Justin walked her to her car.

“I had a really good time, tonight.”

“So did I.” She said, shaking her head earnestly.

They almost kissed, but embraced instead. Terry didn’t believe in kissing on the first date.

“I hope to see you, again, soon…”

“…Well, I just moved into my new apartment…”

“I’m having a house-warming, this Saturday. You’re welcome to come by. It starts around noon…”

“I’d love to” He said…

And he turned to walk to his car. They both looked back at each other, again. Smiling and waving.

~~~~

Since that close call, Terry was on auto-pilot, when it came to her work. Luckily, clients took her indifference as dissatisfaction with them and they worked that much harder, for her.

She was gifted at her work. Embarrassed as she was about it, she was loathed to admit, she started to really like playing that character, dressing up in her intricate outfits. She felt like a goddess. That part frightened her. Was she some kind of pervert??

She just didn’t want Justin to find out.

~~~~

On the day before her house-warming, Kendra called her excitedly…

“Girl, you won’t believe who just rolled into town, asking for your type…”

Kendra said nothing, probably hoping for guesses.

“…Well, don’t leave me in suspense, girl, who?”

“I’ll give you a hint…” Kendra paused again and said…”THIS.IS.SPARTAAA!!”

“No way…NO WAY!!”

“Girl, I told you, you’d be surprised who’s into this stuff.”

“Terry shook her head on the other end of the phone. It all makes sense now. He dated the queen of dominance, Naomie Campbell.”

They both laughed heartily, over that.

“Well, all I can say, is I. AM. jealous…”

“Don’t be…He may be fine, but I have no interest in bearing witness to his perversions…”

“Indulging them honey, Indulging them…” Kendra corrected.

“Just go to the Hilton Grand, room 206 tonight at 7.”

“And you better tell me EVERYTHING…”

“Client confidentially, remember?”

Kendra started to cuss…

“I’m kidding..” Terry said laughing.

She replaced the receiver and took a deep breath…She’d never serviced anyone, this big before…

Millionaires, politicians, but never any stars. Kendra had, though. Tarentino was a particularly kinky one, he loved having Kendra shove her bare feet into his face.

~~~~~

Terry picked her sexiest outfit, all the while, second-guessing herself…

“What are you doing? You have a date with Justin tomorrow, remember?”

It was a glossy black, latex, halter, mini-dress, that flared out a bit at her thighs. She wore the highest stilettos she could bare and still walk in them and last but not least, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail, which draped over her shoulder.

It was cold, so she had an excuse to be as covered up, as she was…but if anyone looked too closely, they would notice her shoes.

~~~

She took a deep breath and knocked on his door…

‘Who is it? “ He asked in his thick Scottish brogue.

“Your appointment.” she answered.

The door, opened…

“Well, come in, come in.” He said.

She entered his room and shed her coat…

He looked her up and down, smiling…

“Wow” He said. “Just as advertised.”

“Mistress Xenobia, is it?”

“Yes, Gerald…” she said pronouncing his name in his native tongue…There is, she learned, much power in a name. “Your safe word is “fence”.

He knelt before her…”What would you have me do, dark queen?”

“Mistress, Xenobia.”..She corrected roughly angling his jaw up with her hand… This was not as rough, as with her usual clients.

In her head, she was shrieking like a fan-girl, but on the outside, she played the game, easier on him then the others, but she still played.

“Strip.” She commanded.

He began to shed his clothes.

“QUICKLY!!” She said shoving him hard in the back of the head. He did as he was told, quickly taking off everything, down to his birthday suit…

She was impressed. Those muscles she saw in that movie, were no special effect. His hair had grown out from the Caesar cut, he had in the film…

“She flipped it with her hands, pretending to be disgusted… “Your hair is too long…”

“I’m growing it out for ro-“

She slapped him...”Did I give you permission to speak?”

He licked a spot at the corner of his mouth where there was a little blood.

She lifted her leg and placed her spiked heel on his shoulder…Digging it in painfully.

“I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!!”

“No, Mistress…”

He eyes followed her lifted leg, giving him a nice view of her shimmering, sheer, black panties…

She quickly dropped her leg…

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing, Mistress.” He said dropping his eyes to the floor…

She could see that was he hardening a bit, quite a lot, in fact.

“You want to touch me?”

“Yes, Mistress, very much…”

“You’re not good enough to touch me…”

“I know Mistress.” She slapped him again…”You don’t follow instructions, very well, do you?”

She went into her usual script, belittling whatever she could…

“You’re some kind of male slut aren’t you? That’s why you hired me.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I’ve seen you parading around with woman, after woman…”

“I bet you’re diseased…” She said….dragging a nail across the back of his neck.

“No, mistress…” Another slap.

“…You’re not even a good actor…”

“You should go back to Scotland” She said, bending over, to whisper into his ear…

“You deserve to be punished…” She said yanking him back by his hair.

She retrieved a thick white rope from her bag and proceeded to tie his hands, behind his back.

“You’re touching me, now…”

“Are you grateful?”

“Yes, very grateful, Mistress…” He replied breathing hard.

She circled him, trying decide what to do next…Her mind was whirling…She could easily cross the line, but Justin, she thought.

She wanted to cross the line.

But her date tomorrow…

But oh, my God, he looked so sexy, completely nude, hard as rock…Breathing hard like that, he wanted her so badly…

“Fuck it” She thought and reached her hand out to touch his lips…He sucked her fingers into his mouth, saying “mmm…”

“Did I give you permission to, to…”

She felt delirious…

She pulled her hand from his mouth and stood back, trying figure out her next move…

He could tell her game, might be coming to an end…And he smiled.

She walked over to him, slowly…sliding up her skirt.

Her sex was mere centimeters away from his face…

She turned so her right hip brushed his lips…

“Bite it.” She commanded.

And he knew exactly what she meant. Her panties had snaps on the sides…

“He used his teeth to undo the first and when she turned, he did the other side, as well.

Her panties fell away, revealing a neatly trimmed, pussy, glistening with her arousal.

“You, -you, want to taste me, don’t you…”

“Yes…” He said softly. “Very much, Mistress…” He was breathing heavily.

She closed the gap between them and he leaned in exploring her pussy with his talented tongue…

She drew a sharp intake of breath. This was heavenly. Fuck, crossed lines…

He flattened his tongue and rolled it along her sex, like a wave, causing that very sensation, waves of pleasure flooding through her body. She shuddered and propped her hand on his shoulder, to steady her self…

Then he plunged his tongue, deeply into her pussy (my God! It was long) while his upper-lip pressed against her clit…

That was it…She came...HARD….

“OhshitOhshitOhshit!”

She propped both hands on his shoulders steadying herself. She felt like she might faint.

When her strength returned, she backed away from his wet mouth…He was a messy eater.

He looked at her intensely and she read his mind…

“Get these ropes off, so I can fuck you properly” His face was saying.

She ran around behind him, undid the intricate knot, and he immediately turned around, grabbing her around the waist. He picked her up, carrying her towards his bed…

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. He cupped her ass, lifting her so her legs wrapped around his waist…

He didn’t make it to his bed. They toppled onto a side-table while she leaned back on her hands, sweeping papers and knick-knacks off and gaining leverage.

He fucked her hard and fast….

She came first, his quick thrusts pounding away at her delicate flesh.

“OOOoooooooooh!!!”

And then he came, “SHIT!” gripping her hips, pulling her flush against his body.

They looked at each other for a moment and then kissed again…This time, they made it to the bed.

~~~~

When she woke up the next morning, she realized the gravity of what she had done…

And then she noticed the time.

Gerard, lay, still slumbering. She didn’t want to disturb him. She gathered her shoes, slide on her skirt and picked up her coat.

She couldn’t find her panties.

She wrapped herself in her coat and tip-toed out of the room…

~~~~

When she got to her apartment, guilty emotions flooded her mind.

“What have I done?…I FUCKED a client…”

“I cheated on my date…My date who’s coming over TODAY.”

“Shit! Shit SHIT!”

She set about preparing for the house-warming, pleased to have something to do, to take her mind off…(that MIND-BLOWING sex with) Gerard.

~~~

Oli’ and Kendra arrived first.

They could see, right away something was wrong…

Kendra said something first…”Okay, girl, what did you do?”

Terry looked up at her, guiltily.

“…Ooooooh, you didn’t…”

“YOU DIDN’T!”

Oli’ looked at both of them, amped to hear something juicy.

“She didn’t what?”

“…FUCK GERARD BUTLER.”

Oli’s mouth fell open…. And then he said… “Huney, don’t feel bad, I woulda’ fucked him too.”

“But I have a date today, with a really nice guy, who I like!”

“Listen.” Kendra said, “It’s alright…Honestly, I’m surprised it took you this long to slip…”

“You mean…”

“-Yes girl, with this banker so fine, you would look at him and cry.”

“So, don’t beat yourself up. Just count this as a memory to go down in the books. When you’re old, you can recount the tale of your juicy night, with some old matinée idol.”

“I guess, you’re right…No big deal.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, let’s set up.”

~~~~

When Justin arrived at around noon, the place was bustling with old friends…

They chatted, again hitting it off.

The party lingered into the night when everybody was liquored-up and dancing…”This Is How We Do It” played on the I-pod and everybody began to dance their asses off…Throwing up their hands and pumping it, like it was their birthday.

Justin lead Terry out to the fire escape.

The sat together, away from the noise, watching the few stars they could see, in the city night sky.

Justin reached out and took her hand.

“This is nice.”

“Yes, it really is…”

They looked at each other for a moment longer and then kissed…..

Suddenly a drunken party-goer came hanging out the window, slurring…

“Shit, sorry I didn’t mean to bust your groove, but there’s some guy at the door, saying you have to sign for something.”

Terry, excused herself and went to the door.

“Yes?”

The delivery boy held up a large box. “Lady, you need to sign for this”

“Sure.”

She quickly signed and looked at it, puzzled. “I wonder who this is from?” She thought.

“Well, open it up” …one of her friends encouraged.

The other party-goers, joined in chanting.

She held her hand up…”Okay, okay!”

When she saw what was inside, she went pale and then darkened.

There were a dozen white orchids, HER MISSING PANTIES, and a note from Gerard Butler.

“There was a lot of tissue paper so she, slickly hid the panties and note underneath the tissue-paper and held up the flowers.”

“Justin did you do this?” She said, holding an orchid in her hand, smelling it.

She was good.

Justin nodded no, while frowning. “You must have a secret admirer…” He said, not too kindly.

Terry chuckled nervously…”I don’t have anything to put these, in…”

“I’ll be right back…”

She went into the bathroom, stuffing the panties into her pocket…She paused to read the note.

Missed you this morning.
898- 555-2814
GB

She sighed deeply and stuffed it into her other pocket.

She quickly grabbed a basket, by the tub that was full of fancy soaps. She dumped them into another basket and arranged the orchids inside.

She left the bathroom, a triumphant smile on her face…

“How does this look?”

Everyone “Ohh”ed and “Aww”ed.

Except Justin…

He spotted her black panties, hanging from her pocket.

ACT III

The party stretched on. Terry bid many of her friends goodnight. The last ones left Oli, Kendra, and Justin stayed to help clean-up.

Finally, a yawning Kendra said… “I can’t hang like I used to girl, I must be getting old…”

Terry smirked, in disbelief. “Whatever, girl.”

Oli’ said. “Both of your asses can age, but I am 21 for-ev-ver.”

She laughed as she ushered them out…

As she closed the door, she felt a slight tug on the back of her jeans.

“What’s this?”

Justin asked as he held up her panties…

“Listen, Justin, I-I can explain…” She sighed heavily. “It’s my job.”

“Are you a prostitute?”

“No…But it’s pretty close.” She said, tentatively… “And I think, I became one, last night.”

He just stood there, staring at her… “That’s where these panties came from, ehh?”

He sighed, pacing the room, her undies balled-up in his hand, when it dawned on him.

“That man…from dinner. Oh, my God.” He said laughing, in disbelief… “You’re a dominatrix?!”

“Yes.” She said quietly.

“That explains it.” He said, sitting down on her couch, with his head in his hands.

“Justin…”

“Just… Don’t talk.” He said.

She closed her mouth and lowered her head sheepishly…

“This guy you slept with, who is he?”

“Um.”

“Are you that slutty that you’ve already forgotten his name?”

“No.” She breathed out.

“I swear he’s the only one and I did it just once.” She was whispering, as silent tears started to roll down her face.

“He’s an actor, Gerard Butler…”

Justin laughed incredulously… “-That 300 guy?! Wow.”

“Look, Justin, I’m really sorry…I-never meant to hurt you, I think I may even be falling for you.“

He chuffed. “No, you never meant for me to find out.”

She lowered her head in shame.

“You should have told me.” He said.

“I was waiting for the right time…”

He looked up at her. “No, you were afraid.” He said evenly.

“-Afraid of what my reaction might be. -That you would lose me….After all, there aren’t many guys who’d tolerate what you do. If you could have, you would have just continued to keep this from me. -At least be honest to yourself, about that.”

Terry walked over to her couch and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Before she could, he grabbed her wrist. He stood up, looking into her face, clearly trying to decide something.

He kissed her, hard…He grabbed her other wrist and brought them both behind her back…tying them expertly with her panties.

He paused to look into her face… “Seems we both have secrets…” He said smiling.

He slowly circled her like he was a predator and she was some helpless animal he was going to devour.

“Justin…” she said, looking confused…

“Strange we should meet…It is a rare, this thing we do…but not as much as you’d think.”

He crept up behind her and planted gentle kisses on her neck…whispering… “Listen…”

“I have no interest in raping anyone.”

“If you give me, your consent to do this…” He said, his hands gently caressing her neck.

“You have my word…” Another gentle kiss. “I’ll stop if you say… “Cherry…” He said, his lips brushing against her ear.

She closed her eyes and nodded her head.

He lead her to her room…And pushed her face-down on her bed.

“Where do you keep your ropes?” He asked casually.

“In the closet to your right…”

Inside he found all of her bondage wear and paraphernalia. And lots of high-quality rope.

“Good.” He said bringing it out.

“Don’t move.”

He left the room and returned ten minutes later, with a pair of kitchen shears.

“Sorry, I left you so long, but I had a hard time finding these.”

He slowly began to cut off her jeans…Starting at her ankles, following the seams all the way up to her waist.

He asked her casually. “What do you know about shibari?”

“-What?”

“Oh, you haven’t been doing this long…How charming.”

“Shibari…” He explained… “-Is the Japanese art of rope binding…It uses heavy looping instead of knots, so the tension increases with pressure…But don’t worry, you have good rope. It won’t harm your delicate skin” He said, caressing her right thigh, for emphasis.

Her clothing completely removed…He knelt on the bed behind her, holding the ropes…

He criss-crossed the rope across her chest, looping it around in an intricate pattern. He folded her arms around her back and bound them as they would be on her chest, her hands on her elbows.

There were moments when he did this that his hardening groin brushed her sex. She was beginning to get aroused.

He played with her panties in his hands, while he assessed his work. She was completely naked and bound, face forward on her bed, while he remained clothed.

He picked up the extra-length of rope that trailed from her arms and looped it around her ankles and the posts at the foot of her bed.

She now lay face forward on her bed, ass up, completely spread-eagled, and unable to move.

She felt completely exposed.

“Now, let’s see…” He said “I’ve found the toys you use on others, but where, oh where are your own?”

She began to tell him, but he cut her off.

“-It’s more fun, if I get to look.”

He went through all of her drawers, allowing her delicate lingerie to slide through his hands… “Lots of nice undies in here…Usually, I find mostly granny-panties.” He said laughing.

After what seemed like too many minutes, an idea occurred to him…or maybe he knew all long and was just playing with her, again…

He snapped his fingers and opened her closet again. He found a shoebox, shoved all the way back on the upper shelf.

“That’s where the ladies always keep them.”

He opened it and found a simple vibrating dildo…Not too big, not too small.

“Not as risque as I would have imagined, but it’ll do…”

He stuffed her panties in her mouth and crawled around behind her…He allowed his hands to slide over her thighs, up over her ass, and back down again…She began to squirm urging him to put his hands on her sex, but the ropes tightened…

“I told you…”

“Just keep still.” He urged.

She heard the familiar buzzing of her vibrator.

Suddenly her head was filled with the sensation of her vibrator on her clit…She “mmmm”ed through the panties in her mouth.

He stopped just short of giving her an orgasm. She whipped her head around, angrily.

He laughed…”Patience, Terry, patience.”

He was shedding his clothes. She strained to see, but with her binding, she was afraid they would tighten again…

She could hear him leaving the room.

Again, it felt like ages, but it was only a couple of minutes…

He came back with her orchids…He set them by her face so she could see them.

Then he picked one up and let it slowly trail up her sex, causing her to shudder…

“Nice flowers…” He said..

He did this one by one until all twelve were done…On the last one…she exhaled briskly, a gentle orgasm flooding her body.

“Oh, you come easily, Terry…I’m really going to enjoy this.”

She heard the buzzing again, but this time she felt his tongue teasing her clit… “Ahh” She said, the panties falling from her mouth. She was especially sensitive, since her last orgasm.

And then he plunged her vibrator into her sopping pussy, while he continued to tease her clit with his tongue… “AHH!!” She came again, her eye-lids, heavy with the exhaustion only a good orgasm can bring.

“Oh, Terry, I’m not done with you…”

Suddenly she felt like she’d run face forward into the stars, as he pushed his dick into her pussy…

He. Was. HUGE. “You see, I had to prep you a bit…” He said, breathing huskily as he fucked her.

He grabbed her neck and pulled her up as he pumped her…It felt like he was bumping the entrance of her canal, with each hard thrust…She began to try to back away…

“You can stop this…Whenever…You want.” He said in between thrusts.

“No! -Don’t stop.” She said breathlessly.

“That’s what I thought… You’re my little slut, aren’t you.”

She nodded her head.

He grabbed and yanked her back by her hair…

“..Say the words.”

“I’m you’re little slut, Justin.”

He pumped her even harder…until she came again, much stronger this time…”MMMmmmmmmm!!”

“You wanna stop now?”

She shook her head ‘no’ as her pussy shuddered around his dick.

“How the hell is this guy, still hard?!” She wondered. “This man is trying to wear me out.”

Then she heard the buzzing of her vibrator, again.

She knew what he was gonna do before he did it…He rubbed it around her sex, getting it nice and lubed up and then, forced it into her ass…

In her deepest darkest dreams, she imagined what this would feel like, but the reality was much different. It felt like she might be fucked to death and she would have no problem dying like this. She could do nothing but whimper.

Unbelievably, she felt another orgasm building. This one rocked her body, from her head to her toes.

Finally, she heard and felt him come. Letting out an audible grunt as he pounded her a few more times. He leaned on her back, exhausted.

She couldn’t believe it. “He looked like such a nice, sweet guy…” She thought. “-A guy you could bring home to mom.”

She had never been so well-fucked in her entire life. Four back-to-back orgasms, each besting the previous one.

After a moment of recovery. He caressed her cheek and kissed her on the back of her neck. He got up again and left for what seemed like endless minutes and returned with her cell phone.

“I found his number, when I cut off your jeans.”

“Call him…” He said mocking her.

“-Oh, you need help.”

He dialed the number and put it on speaker phone…

“Hello?” That familiar Scottish brogue.

“It’s me Terr-rry…” She said trying to keep her composure as he began to finger her pussy, expertly finding her g-spot.

“Terry, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“I’m. I’m…Oh, God.”

“Listen, Gerard…I can’t…I…”

He kneaded her clit with his thumb.

“Jesus…”

She forced herself to focus… “I have a boyfriend…Last night…Was a MISTAKE!”

“I can’t -I can’t…”

“Oh God, I’m cummming!!!”

Justin reached around and clicked off the phone.

“You see how easy that was?”

~~~~

With the bindings gone, he held her in his arms as they lay on her bed. They were both covered in sweat, completely spent, his hands entwining hers. Terry was just about ready to pass out.

“So what do we do?” She asked sleepily.

“Whatever you want….Just don’t fuck any other guys.” He said seriously.

“Oh, I don’t think you have to worry about that…” She said chuckling.

“Good.” He said, and kissed her gently on her forehead.

EPILOGUE • MISTRESS

It turned out, Justin ran a dom business of his own, but was limited to a few hours, each weekend. He even had a dungeon. He was like Terry, in that respect, as she had cut back her own hours. Of course, the domination was limited to pain and humiliation like Terry’s was.

It was a nice change to come home and switch off roles, sometimes being a bottom. But inevitably, regardless of who was the top, Justin would end up making sure she was happily walking funny the next day. Their wedding had been normal in every respect except one…

Early, on the morning of their wedding, before the first shafts of morning light made their appearance. Justin snuck into her hotel room and ordered her into her dress. It had been his turn.

Luckily, the dress wasn’t too gauzy, a thing. It was a pretty but simple spaghetti-strapped silk dress with two layers of chiffon beneath. It was pure white at the top and gently faded into a blushy pink at the hem.

“You look so beautiful, my lovely girl.” He said, with a blissful smile, as she slowly turned.

“Thank you.” She said darkening.

“Now bend over…And don’t you dare make a sound.”

She flattened her back, straightened her arms, and placed her hands flat against the wall, creating a perfect ninety degree angle.

It had been a challenging task…Her bridesmaids slumbered on next door, but she managed.

~~~~

Everyone assumed she wobbled down the aisle because her shoes were too tight and their secret smiles were due to the deep love they shared.

…Most of it, at least, was due to that. The held their wedding in a long since abandoned, small church, decorated just for their wedding. It was lit by candle-light.

Their reception was small. Oli, Kendra, and of course, Justin’s family attended…Who scowled a bit in the beginning.

“-Not just marrying black girl, but a dark one, at that! and her friends!“. They were scandalized.

But once they both shed tears during their vows, they actually found themselves falling for them both. They could see the love was real.

If only they knew the REAL Justin, Terry chuckled to herself.

At the reception, in his family’s garden Terry found herself, rolling her eyes, at Justin’s mother’s hopes for beautiful exotic grandchildren. She strained a smile and swiftly exited that conversation.

On their wedding night, they made gentle, languid, love…whispering their ‘I love you’s’ into each other’s ears.

~~~~

They had to give up their occupations, a few months into their marriage, as Terry had become pregnant. Terry got her chance to be a top, through-out this period, often bouncing on him while he was tied and blindfolded.

~~~~

Managing their needs after their baby was born, was a challenge. They had a pretty brown baby girl, named Diana. Terry, loved Wonder Woman, growing up. …That explained a lot.

They had sex, like adult couples do, stealthily, once the child was asleep. They took weekend trips to ’specially accommodating hotels’ on occasion, to really stretch out their needs.

It worked well for them and they lived happily together, as a family.

THE END

~ by Raven White on March 3, 2008.