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Lesbian Dominatrix
(Domina Martine)

Interrogator Dominatrix



There she is standing in the corner of the cold room, the cigar smoke filling its air. Her eyes wander over to the other officers placed there as witnesses while her fingers caress the leather handle of the black leather case gripped in her hands, which displays a small sign of her impatience. However, her demeanor is still serene. The case, more like a bag, is heavy in Alexandra's hands. She hated carrying it around with her to interrogations, but then again, what good would a skilled physician be without her instruments?



Soon the big, fat K.G.B. officer signaled for the men to leave. Their presence wasn't needed, even a security hazard, for this interrogation. In a few moments, just one of five men remained in the room. The Captain nodded over to Alexandra, giving her the signal for her to start the interrogation of Codename Sparrow. Alexandra bit down on her luscious lips to keep from smiling as she marched out of the room, her bag in one hand, the manila case file in the other.



The two guards standing outside the Interrogation Room entrance saluted Alexandra before opening the heavy metal door for her. Andrea's head snapped up as she heard the door open and the tall, uniformed officer walk into the room. Her body at once becomes slightly aroused as she notices Alexandra's eyes scanning over her naked and bound body. 



Andrea doesn't know whether or not to be frightened or comforted by Alexandra's warm, welcoming smile as she watches her. Moving over to the wooden table at the far end of the room behind Andrea, she carefully places her bag of tricks down and pulls out the small wooden chair from the desk and moves it over to where Andrea is sitting.



Sitting there in front of her, Alexandria's face is expressionless as she stares into Andreas eyes, much to her excitement, the fear filling them. Her hands slowly reach into her jackets breast pocket, then pulls out a long, slender cigarette and lighter. Keeping her eyes fixed upon Andreas, she slowly lights it up and takes a long drag. 



After laying the manila file across her lap, her free hand reaches up to Andrea's frightened face, pushing her hair aside gently away from her face before pulling out the gag from her mouth.





Blindfolded Trust



Standing there, I was eagerly waiting to feel her touch. But she was mysteriously quiet. I hadn't heard a single word from her since she had locked the door and I had no idea where she could have gone to, or even if she was still in the room. For all I knew, she could have just locked me in there alone, she could have simply locked the door from the outside. 



The room was huge and empty, or so it seemed at first. I hadn't known what was lurking in its shadows or the other rooms of the enormous 19th-floor office space. Then, suddenly out of nowhere, I felt something with a velvety material being slipped over my head. She wasn't missing a thing, I had thought. She doesn't want chance that I would see anything that she had been planning for me. 



Then she asked, "What is a slave supposed to do when her Mistress is in the room Slut?" It was the term she used most frequently when she addressed me, but she also used other names. But each time she used any of those dirty names on me I became all too tingly inside. That primal lust would just seep up from deep inside me. 



Then I replied, "I take off my clothes, just for you, Mistress."



"So, get on with it Slut."





Submissive Toy



"I'll make it real special, just for you, Mistress."



Saturdays were hers to pretty much do as she wanted. Her wife was quite pleased to see her taking out the Porsche for a drive. She didn't care for the noise, wind, and the hot ride so she was always happy to just let her go off by herself. She went to her club regularly, over to a friends, or simply touring through the nearby countryside. Today though, she had a different destination planned.



She just remembered as she got back to her apartment that she had not really given Toy any instructions as to what she should wear. So as she rang the door bell she was curious as to what would be greeting her when the door opened. But Toy was just wearing a plain white sundress with tiny yellow flowers printed on it. It was cut in at the waist and tight fitting around her breasts. The hem came up to just a few inches above her knees. The dress displayed her attractive, girlish figure quite well and when coupled with the white strapped-on high-heels, looked deliciously attractive, but because she had been picturing her in something more raunchy, her first reaction was that of disappointment. 



This was offset though, by the fact that the heels and dress were all that she was wearing. As she walked past a window which was having a backlighting effect, the dress seemed to almost disappear in the light. Later on, when they went outside, the sunlight displayed the faint brownish-pink of her erect nipples through the bodice, the breeze and the sun also played with the gauzy fabric of the skirt, giving glimpses of her body. Her hair was plaited in a single braid running down her back. Her long elegant nails were painted a similar 'Jet Red' to the Porsche she was just driving in.



"You look exquisite Toy, I had first thought your dress a little conservative, but maybe I was a little prejudgement. There are some possibilities here, indeed."





Art of Submission



"Hello? Jasmine?" Lana slowly entered the room, looking for any signs of life as she began to close the door behind her.



"Take off your coat, Lana," said the disembodied voice. 



Lana turned toward what she had thought was its source, but she found no one there. That was her first mistake of the evening. Her second mistake was when she called out, "Jasmine, where are you?" 



"The coat Lana, Now!



"Yes, ma'am." she quickly began removing the trench and just let it drop on the floor puddling at her feet.



"Take a three steps forward."



She did as she was told, still trying to find Jasmine. Then, she saw her. Jasmine stepped out from behind the glass blocks that hid the large bed she only knew too well. Lana's face suddenly lit up into a smile. Her shapely frame clothed only in loose fitting pajama bottoms. When she came closer, she caught the scent of Jasmine's fresh soap and expensive perfume. Lana longed for the opportunity to take a shower. To smell fresh and new for Jasmine. Lana knew her pussy was quite aroused and would soon fill the air with it's scent.



"Good evening, ma'am."



"Yes, it will be a good evening indeed. 



The 36C sized breasts and lithe arms flexed as she pulled out a chair facing Lana. She watched her closely as she settled in it. She knew enough to stand still and wait for her Mistress's next instruction.



"Take off your blouse, and don't make me repeat myself like I did with the coat."



Lana's nipples hardened before the silk hit the floor. Jasmine gazed admiring Lana also ample breasts.





Pick Your Sin



"Ladies here is Maria, our Latina lover. She prefers traditional women who want simple romance and pleasure. She is five feet seven inches tall, twenty years old. Ladies, that's Maria." 



The next woman out was strutting, long blonde hair and red leather pants with fringe like an eighties rocker. 



"Ladies, this is Marlene. Marlene is a domme and prefers women only. She would like nothing more than an untrained woman to introduce to the pleasures of submission." The emcee's voice was low and caressing on that last word.



"Marlene is five feet eleven inches and twenty seven years old. Ladies, that's Marlene."



The next woman was native American, done up in a loincloth and feathers in her long black hair, fake vermillion across her cheekbones.



"Ladies, this is Crying Wolf. Crying Wolf prefers high spirited women and likes to have women watch her fuck. She'll do groups but only single file. Crying Wolf is five feet ten inches tall and thirty years old."



Loud applause, she was another favorite. I'm guessing there were a lot of exhibitionists in the crowd as well as voyeurs.



The next woman was slim and tall, wore black velvet pants and a flowing white top. Her skin was alabaster white and her figure was more or less implied, not sculpted. Her face was startling pretty, swimming in a sea of curly black hair. 



"Ladies, do you believe in vampires? Because Josephine will make you believe. She likes groups or singles, but only experienced lovers. Josephine has remarkable recovery time such as Crying Wolf. She is five feet ten inches and twenty two years old."

 

Whistles and an almost standing ovation won a saucy wink and flick of her hips before she went back behind the curtain. The next woman out wore chaps and a little thong over boots with spurs. The cowboy hat was extraneous but suited her turquoise blue eyes.