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. To get this job, she has to be the best little subbie going.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-273-2
Genre: BDSM Romance
Rating: Super Nova
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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.”
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.”