The author’s other job – designing Internet websites for people, takes an unexpected turn for the better in the adventure based on real life events. He gets a call to do a website for Jayne, who, after talking around the subject for a while, explains to him that she is a professional dominatrix, offering services to wealthy submissive businessmen in her dominant role, or to dominant men who wish to use and abuse her stable of willing girls.
When Robert has completed the work, she invites him to get involved too, so he finds himself able to live out his dominant fantasies on a succession of bored businessmen’s wives – they had married for the power of their husbands, only to find that power and macho image stops at the bedroom door. Not that Robert complains.
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“Five pounds says she asks for it harder before you finish,” Jayne
offered.
“Someone this new? No way. You have a bet.”
I picked up the whip again and approached Cathy, telling her to turn
her back to me. When she was facing the other way I waited. She was
bracing herself, trying to anticipate and I couldn’t have that. So I
waited, maybe five minutes or more. Give her her due, she stayed
silent. Then I struck, cracking it across her buttocks. She screamed
out as she realised what had happened, arching her back against the
sting. All that did was have the effect of pushing her shoulders back
towards me, which is exactly where I aimed the next shot. I stood back
and waited for the two red weals to appear as she quelled her sobs and
braced herself for more.
“Do you like it, Cathy?” I asked.
“No,” she said, shaking her head.
I lashed out again, across the tops of the backs of her thighs,
making her squeal out again.
“You have to learn to call those who punish you Sir,” I told her.
“Now, do you like it, Cathy?”
“No Sir,” she said quickly, probably in case I reinforced the
question with another stroke. Her head drooped forward.
Jayne took to her feet and went round to stand in front of her. “If
you want to work here, you have to take worse than this. But it is
voluntary. If you ask me, I’ll stop this now and you can go home.
Nobody would blame you.”
From my position I saw her raise her eyes to look at Jayne and
slowly shake her head. Jayne nodded to me and I struck again, on her
buttocks, the lash making a satisfying crack as it struck. Cathy
gasped out as Jayne stroked her face.
“Again,” Jayne said.
I struck again, her thighs.
“Again.”
This time her back.
“Turn around, Cathy. Face your Master,” Jayne ordered her quietly.
I watched as she looked up again and reached a resolute decision.
She turned slowly, using the rope above her for support, until she was
full-frontal, the view of her breasts and pussy making me want to have
her.
Jayne nodded. I struck and watched as a red line appeared across the
fronts of each of her thighs. She nodded again, so I aimed at her
belly, and the next time, rather gentler, across her breasts. Each
time she yelped. Her eyes had fire now, a mixture of defiance and
endorphin rush. Jayne stepped away.
“Time for you to choose where, Cathy,” I told her.
She looked up at me and turned her back to me again, bending forward
the few inches the rope would allow to stick her buttocks out. I
waited a minute or so, then sent a stinger across them. She flinched,
but stayed in position.
“Again,” said a voice, but this time it wasn’t Jayne, it was Cathy.
I lashed out again, twice in quick succession. “Remember to be
polite, Cathy,” I warned.
“Again, please, Sir,” she said.
“Better.” She only deserved one this time.
“I think your fiver is at serious risk, Robert,” Jayne laughed.
“It is?” I replied before turning my attention back to Cathy. “Is
that right, Cathy? Do you want it harder? Tell me.”
Cathy muttered something I couldn’t make out. I reminded her to
speak up with a cut across her thighs. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes Sir, harder, please.”
Well, I’d lost my fiver. But, ever the gentleman, who was I to
refuse a lady? I did as she’d so politely asked. I hit, harder.
“Again please, Sir, harder.”
I raised the whip and struck her buttocks. The crack still echoed as
Cathy called out, “Again, harder, please!” The last word was a
drawn-out groan.
“Enough!” Jayne cut in quickly. “No more.”
She moved to me and took hold of the whip, her face serious. Cathy
sagged, letting the rope take the strain.
“She’s gone into what we call sub-space,” Jayne explained. “It’s a
bit like a trance when the endorphin kicks in. She doesn’t know what
hurts and what doesn’t at this moment. We need to bring her carefully
out of it.”
I’d heard of the term before, but never witnessed it. Jayne
explained it briefly to me, telling me that Cathy was obviously a
natural submissive to have attained her space so easily. She got me to
help her untie Cathy and I carried her to the lounger as Jayne went
inside to get more tea. Cathy seemed quite lucid, quite contented, if
a little far away. When Jayne returned and sat on the lounger at the
side of her, Cathy allowed her head to be cradled to Jayne’s breasts
as she stroked her red hair and made shushing noises. The euphoria
lasted perhaps an hour and when she came out of it she told us she
felt sore, used and very peaceful. She wanted to look at her back and
bottom in a mirror, so Jayne led her up to the bathroom.
It had been some day and it wasn’t over yet. The sun shone down on
that perfect garden as I lay on the lounger and drifted into a
wonderful, peaceful sleep.
