The Dominatrix - Sex Stories

The Dominatrix

"Sly, I tell you I'm not doing it, and that's final!" I actually stamped my foot. Jesus, I didn't think anyone did that since the Victorians. But just then it feltright, dammit.

Sly looked hard at me for a moment and then turned on his wheedling mode. He knows when he's pushed me too far. He also knows I'm a sap for a reasonable argument if he can get me to calm down long enough to listen.

"Princess, you like role-playing, no?"

Sly and I were sitting around in his apartment, waiting for a client. I was wearing my working outfit of a black nylon negligee with stockings and heels, trying to figure out how to look sexy whilst avoiding goosebumps. That outfit is great for what it is intended to do, namely show off my body while at the same time providing a sense of mystery and hidden treasures to be unveiled by my clients, but it is definitely not warm! We usually try to keep the apartment at a temperature suitable for energetic sex, but until that fun gets under way, it's damn chilly for this get-up. Oh, the price I pay to keep our clients happy and willing to part with their money!

Yes, I'm a professional. I sell sex, and Sly is my agent. It's his job to find clients and mine to keep them happy. We work well together, despite our wildly different backgrounds. We've been partners for over a year now, and our relationship is pretty solidly based on mutual respect (plus, of course, a good, hefty, tax-free income).

I like the work, and I'm good at it. Sly is pretty ...

... careful about whom he sets me up with, and clearly wants to protect me, and not solely because I'm a good investment for him. Mind you, I haven't given up the security of my day job at the law firm, but my nights are usually a lot more fun than my days. And a lot more lucrative, too.

"Well," I said reluctantly, trying to be noncommittal, "Okay, yeah, I've enjoyed some jobs that involved role playing. But I'm not going to wear that damn Dallas cheerleader costume again, if that's what you have in mind. Those boots were really uncomfortable, and I looked silly in it."

"Bullshit. Babe, you looked spectacular in that get-up, and you gave that poor guy the time of his life. And anyway, that's not what we're talking about here, is it."

"Yeah, okay, I admit I did feel pretty good about that job. But what you're asking now is different and you know it."

"Why?" he asked, all innocence. For a big, hard, cynical guy raised on the streets, Sly can still somehow amazingly manage to pull that off.

"Because this job involves me playing adominatrix! The client apparently wants a powerful woman to humiliate and dominate him with whips and stuff, for heaven's sake. Look, I'm not being judgmental, but that's just not me!

"No way, Sly. Ilike guys. I like being treated like a woman by them. I don't want to beat them up."

Seeing that he was making no progress with me, he tried a different tack. "C'mon, Princess. Didn't you ever want to change positions some time and be on top, ...