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The Dominatrix: Lesbian BDSM Erotica (ebook)

The Dominatrix: Lesbian BDSM Erotica (ebook)

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Every good relationship involves a certain degree of trust…

When recent divorcée Jade searches online for something to change up her boring sex life, she finds an ad for a dominatrix. Intrigued, she clicks on the link and begins to learn all about the exciting world of bondage and domination.

She books an appointment with the sexy redhead and when she gets to her pleasure palace, she’s shocked to see the wide assortment of whips and bondage equipment. After signing a waiver and establishing her safe word, Jade is tied up into a strange harness hanging from the ceiling.

For the next two hours, she’s teased and punished by the pretty domme until she’s begging for sexual release. By the time her session is over, Jade experiences the most erotic encounter of her life.

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Chapter 1: Mistress Velvet

 

After my personal training sessions ended, I felt a new void in my sex life. Kate was incredibly hot and sexy and had pushed me past my limits in so many ways. She'd not only helped me restore my youthful body shape, she'd helped me realize that I could accomplish anything with the right motivation and workout plan.

But there was something else missing. I missed her guidance, her commands. There was something about the way she directed me through my paces that I found exhilarating and arousing. Even though she'd set me up with a self-directed routine to maintain my muscle tone, it wasn't nearly as much fun without her sexy body standing next to me, barking out orders to push out one more rep.

I needed a new life coach—one who'd push me beyond just my physical limits. I wanted a sex partner who'd fully take charge and control me. All I knew about BDSM was that it had something to do with bondage and domination. It was time to explore a new dimension to my sexuality.

I sat down in front of my computer and typed in the search box: where to find a sexual master. Near the top of the listings was a heading titled Mistress Directory — Professional Mistresses and Dominatrix Contacts. I clicked on the link and a website popped up with a gallery of sexy women dressed in provocative leather outfits holding whips and chains. I scrolled through the images until I saw a sexy redhead named Mistress Velvet.

When I opened her page, my eyes widened as the screen toggled between a series of full-screen photographs of the redhead in various stages of undress. Each pose revealed more and more of her voluptuous figure. In the first slide, she lay on a white leather settee in a red push-up bra and garters. Her large natural breasts overflowed her top, with the edge of her pink nipples peeking over the seam. In the next slide, she lay facedown in a shiny black body suit with her legs playfully elevated. I stared at her tight round ass, fantasizing about burying my face in her deep sensuous cleft. The third panel showed her on her hands and knees in a corset and nylons, with her knees suggestively splayed over an assortment of sex toys. My pussy fluttered imagining her lowering herself over me.

Even more tantalizing than her centerfold-perfect figure was her incredible beauty. Her dark eyes peered at me under long eyelashes as her plump crimson lips pursed in a beckoning pout, her waist-length auburn hair cascading over every sensuous curve and valley of her magnificent figure. Whatever this vixen was selling, I wanted a piece of it. I clicked on her Profile tab where an introductory paragraph described her services:

Welcome to Velvet's Place. My name is Mistress Velvet, the supreme Sex Goddess and Dominatrix. My mission is to deliver the ultimate sensual experience and take you to new heights of pleasure through my unique style of sexual domination. I’m highly experienced with most fetishes and forms of BDSM. My specially-equipped pleasure chamber is equipped with state-of-the-art bondage furniture and stimulation equipment designed to tease and arouse you until you beg for mercy. Call now or click the chat box below for more information...

Bondage furniture? Stimulation equipment?

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I liked the idea of teasing me until I begged for mercy. By the time I finished reading her profile, my panties were soaked all the way through imagining what it would be like to be her sex slave. I scanned toward the bottom of the page and clicked on the chat box, hoping somebody would be available at this late hour. My fingers hesitated over the keyboard, unsure how to initiate the discussion.

Is anyone there? I typed.

After a few seconds, three dots popped up in the reply window, indicating someone was responding on the other end.

Hello! someone named Velvet replied. Welcome to Velvet's Place. How can we stimulate your senses today?

Is this Mistress Velvet? I responded, hardly believing my luck getting hold of the proprietor on such short notice.

It is indeed. Although some people like to call me Goddess, Master, or Glaminatrix Velvet. I’m here to please. What's your kink?

What's my kink?! I thought, sitting back in surprise. How do I respond to that kind of invitation?

Well I'm kind of new to this whole thing, I typed, so I'm not sure what to look for. I just kind of like the idea of someone 'taking charge' in the bedroom.

Look no further, Velvet replied. Though I don't do outcalls. And my sex chamber resembles more of a dungeon than a boudoir.

That sounds kind of scary. Is there any kind of torture or pain involved with your services?

Torture is in the eye of the beholder, she responded. I inflict just enough pain to elevate your perception of pleasure. The withholding of pleasure can be exquisitely agonizing in its own right. By the time I finish with you, I guarantee you'll reach new heights of ecstasy.

Just enough pain? Withholding of pleasure? It sounded like she was going to place me in some kind of torture rack. But she definitely had my interest. As I imagined her teasing and punishing me, I unzipped my jeans and thrust my fingers under my panties and began to play with my clit.

What kind of tools and restraints do you use? I typed. Can I stop it if it gets too intense?

Not to worry, Velvet replied. When you arrive at my chamber, we will carefully discuss your interests and boundaries, then your session will be custom-designed to meet your individual needs. All your limits will be respected in a safe, mutually agreed upon way so your enjoyment is guaranteed. We'll sign a mutually binding waiver, and every session will be recorded to ensure everyone's rights are respected.

Recorded? I suddenly had visions of my kinky S&M session going viral over the internet.

What do you do with the recording? I wouldn't want any of my intimate details being shared with the public...

It's for our mutual protection. I use old-school analog tape, so nothing can be copied. Upon satisfactory completion of the session, the tape is yours to keep. Many of my clients enjoy watching replays of our engagement to relive the moment long after they leave. No other record of the proceedings is taken beyond this.

I paused for a moment. Making a tape actually made a lot of sense. I could see how these sessions could get out of control from both sides, and having a record of the proceedings would ensure quick legal recourse if either party had a grievance. This Mistress Velvet was smart and sexy. My hand began moving faster between my legs at the thought of watching myself on videotape with the sexy redhead.

Will I be restrained? I enquired.

Half of the fun of BDSM is not being in control. I have special bondage chairs and harnesses that limit your range of mobility. I will stimulate you with a variety of appendages including whips and feathers and other sensual equipment. Sometimes it’s more fun not being able to touch yourself or your partner while the final consumption is withheld.

Whips and feathers? The idea of being teased and tortured by someone while holding off the final release was getting me increasingly worked up. I spread my legs further apart, beginning to feel the pleasure radiating through my body.

Do you leave—marks? I typed with one hand.

Just minor localized inflammation in the form of temporary welts, she said. I use a special leather whip that doesn't cut the skin. I think you'll find there's nothing like a little pain to heighten the feeling of pleasure.

I stabbed at the keys while rubbing myself with increasing intensity.

So there'll be opportunities to experience pleasure as well?

Yes, Velvet replied. It's just that it will be on my terms, and when I choose to allow it.

Damn. I like the sound of that. I strummed my clit faster at the thought of her bringing me to the height of pleasure, only to make me beg for release.

So I'll be tied up?

Absolutely. I'll have you bound and stretched as wide as your body will allow so I can have my way with you.

Fuck me, I thought. I tore off my jeans and panties and thrust my fingers into my steaming tunnel. This Velvet goddess was already torturing me online.

Will I be able to touch you?

Only insofar as I take the initiative to touch you first. I enjoy touching my clients' bodies and having them touch me. But there will be limited ways in which you'll be able to engage with your hands and your feet while you’re bound in the harness.

I smiled at the thought of Velvet having her way with me while I could only watch.

So you get off watching me squirm in restraints?

Absolutely. That's what being the domme is all about. As my slave, your role is to satisfy any of my curiosities and sexual whims. My clients get off just as much watching me get sexually aroused as when they finally have a chance to achieve release themselves.

The thought of watching this sexy redhead pleasure herself while I helplessly looked on elicited the familiar pangs of escalating pleasure from my core.

Do allow your clients to satisfy themselves in the end? I panted, stabbing spastically at the keyboard.

Yes, in a matter of speaking. But I'm the one who's always in control. Your release comes on my terms with my choice of apparatus. I assure you that after an hour of teasing and gentle torturing, your climax will be like no other.

“God! I” gasped, as my orgasm suddenly took hold of me. The image of this sexy redhead fucking me with some kind of contraption while I whimpered for release wrapped up in a ball of chains took me over the edge. I jerked softly in my chair as the waves of passion consumed me, reading what she’d written.

I believe you, I typed, pecking at the keys.

I paused for a moment to consider the next steps.

What are your rates and how soon are you available?

I charge four hundred dollars per hour, with a fifty percent deposit payable on booking and the remainder due at the start of the session. I'm booked solid for this week except for a small window this Saturday between ten a.m. and noon. If you'd like to reserve this spot, please fill in your online profile and complete the credit card details under the bookings tab.

That works for me, I typed. If you can fit me into your Saturday slot, this is much appreciated.

I'll block it off pending completion of your payment. May I ask your first name so I'll know who to expect?

I paused, contemplating whether to give her my real name.

It's Jade, I said, using the pseudonym that had become so intimately intertwined with my real identity.

Outstanding, Velvet replied. Girls are a real treat from my usual parade of uptight guys.

I smiled, knowing that she had a strong affinity for women.

See you Saturday, Velvet, I typed. I mean Mistress Velvet, signing off with a winking kiss emoji.

Saturday morning wasn't the only slot of hers I planned to fit into, I thought, as my juices dripped down over my hand still inserted deep inside my tunnel...