The Dominatrix - Sex Stories

The Dominatrix

... running things?"

"Hell, Sly, we women havealways run things. We just don't let you guys know it."

He snorted. "Horseshit. Anyway, whatever. Look, you don't gotta actuallyhurt the guy. It's all just pretend. And besides, you're only gonna be there to help. It's not like you're runnin' the show or anything. You're gonna be teamed up with a professional. She'll call the shots. And don't forget, the client's payin' for the whole thing. His choice. It's what he wants. Your job is to make him happy, no?

"Look, are you up for this or not? It's worth a lot."

I thought for a long minute. "I get to wear skintight black leather and high-heeled boots?"

"Sure. You'll look flat out gorgeous and sexy as hell."

"Well, okay, then. But I'm gonna need some coaching."

"No problem. In fact, the lady who's runnin' the show wants to meet you beforehand, anyway. What are you doin' tomorrow night?"

I was pretty distracted at work the next day. Like I said, I do have a day job too, you know. In that life I'm a copy editor at a law firm in the city. Hey, who says English majors can't find work!

Anyway, that night I showed up at the apartment address he'd written on the slip he had given me. The door was answered by a strikingly beautiful woman. I'm not sure what I'd been expecting, but not this slim-waisted, long-legged beauty, dressed casually in slacks and a halter that did nothing to hide her lovely breasts. I guess I'd figured she'd be a lot more hard-edged and butch ...

... than this sexy number. Tells you how much I know.

"You must be Vicki," she said in a lovely contralto. She very carefully looked me up and down. "I'm Mistress Alexandra. You can call me Alex. They told me you'd be gorgeous. They sure got that right! Come on in."

Alexandra turned out to be a veritable fount of information about a dark side of guys that I knew little about. I mean, I'm a professional and have had sex with a lot of different guys, but always I was the object of their desire, and my job was to build up their confidence and put them at ease so they could enjoy themselves with my body. But Alexandra was talking about a different kind of relationship. She surprised me by saying that many of the same guys I'd had sex with and enjoyed it would have just as much enjoyed it if I'd awoken their dark side. I'm still not sure I buy that, although maybe that's just my lingering naivete. My Connecticut Protestant mom never taught me about that stuff.

Anyway, Alexandra, or as she preferred, "Mistress Alexandra", gave me a tour of her 'studio', as she called it. She watched my reaction carefully as she taught me how to use a whip without really hurting anyone, and how best to stroke a guy's cock enough to torment him but not enough to let him cum until I permitted him to. She introduced me to an assortment of bondage instruments like padded handcuffs, ankle braces, penis rings, mouth stretchers, gags, strap-on dildos and the like. It was pretty scary stuff, but she had ...