Welcome to Chapter 29 of my Determined Dominatrix series! We’re still in the middle of a hot scene with our resident Dominatrix and James. We didn’t make it to much aftercare last week, but maybe this week! If you haven’t been reading since Chapter 1, there’s a Recap post after Chapter 20! Check it out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 29:

I can’t stop staring at his cock, and I keep my eyes glued to it as I bury my teeth against the soft flesh of his thigh. I bite lightly at first and then harder, sucking on his thigh to leave a nice mark. He moans, and I can feel him tensing beneath me. His hands grip the couch, which I can just see out of the corner of my eye. And his cock twitches with arousal. I want it buried deep inside my throat and then my pussy, and maybe my ass, but not yet. Soon.

When he’s starting to squirm enough that I’m concerned I’ll do real damage with my bite, I let up. I kiss up his other thigh, admiring the teeth marks embedded in his thigh. I repeat the process on the other thigh, in approximately the same location. I try to make them match.

He groans and moans but stays more still this time. When I let him up, his cock looks even harder than it was, though that could just be wishful thinking on my part. I just want him so much.

I gently kiss my way up to his balls, licking them slowly and sensually. His whimpers are not from pain now but arousal. When I lick up his shaft, he shudders. Fuck. I need him now. I can’t wait any longer.

I take his cock into my mouth, pushing it down the back of my throat until I gag. I keep going, over and over again, until my pussy is clenching so hard, and my nipples hurt with a need to be touched.

The condoms are just out of reach, so I stand up and get one, stripping my clothes off in the process. I slide the condom onto his cock impatiently. “Touch me, pet.”

He follows my direction without hesitation, his hands coming to my sides as I climb on top of him, directing his cock into my pussy. He guides my body up and down on his, but once we have a good rhythm going, his hands start roaming, touching my nipples, pinching lightly, scratching down my sides. It feels amazing, and I just want more. I ride him hard, and I’m sure it’s rough on his sore ass, but I don’t care at all.

“Mistress?” he asks.

“Yes, pet?”

“Can we change positions?”

“Why?”

“I want to get you off, Mistress. Please?”

I can’t argue with that. Not right now. My self-control has been shattered. I am devastated when he guides me off of his cock. I let out a whimper, and I can see the corner of his mouth tilt up.

He pulls the cushions off the couch and sets them on the floor, giving us a mat to have sex on without taking the time to put the sofa bed together. Somehow we’re in position without any words. I don’t even know how to describe how we did it without talking, but we do. I am on my hands and knees, and he’s behind me, ready to guide his cock into my pussy, when I pause him.

“Fuck my ass, pet.” It’s only the second time I’ve allowed him to fuck my ass, and he’s ready.

I push back against him as he enters my ass. I shudder, and tingles shoot through my body in the sexiest way possible.

He reaches around me and presses his fingers against my clit. I feel like my whole body is on fire now. His cock in my ass, his fingers on my clit. My senses are overwhelmed. I love it.

“Oh god, yes, yes,” I groan.

He is relentless. He must be holding back his orgasm because he fucks me slowly, putting effort into moving his fingers just the way I like it.

“Oh god, yes. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, Mistress, not until you cum. I promise.”

I can feel his breath on my neck. I want him to cum. I want to cum. I’m overwhelmed with need.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 29! You know she’s going to cum next time (well, we all certainly hope so!) Join us next week for the thrilling conclusion to the Determined Dominatrix story! If you want me to continue on to hear about his time away and how they work out their relationship, let me know in the comments, and maybe I’ll make a Determined Dominatrix Series Part 2! In the meantime, check out TMI Tuesday, where Richard and I answer past questions from TMI Tuesday and our Sexy Shorts just for fun!

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Welcome to Chapter 28 of Determined Dominatrix! This time, we’ll get to see the culmination (maybe) of the beating James is taking as his Mistress gets ready to send him off on his trip with something to remember her by. If you haven’t been following since Chapter 1, check out the Recap after Chapter 20!
~Jayden

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Chapter 28:

James is perfectly still as I beat him with the thick cane. He’s moaning and groaning just as I like, but he is being such a good boy. I pause for a moment to tell him so, running my hand along his back so I can whisper right into his ear. “You’re such a good boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I know he wants to ask if I’m almost done, but I’m not, so I don’t prompt him. I move back around behind him and increase the hits, thudding against his ass in a pattern he can count on. Light, light, light, heavy. Light, light, light, heavy. Light, light, light, heavy. Switch sides. Repeat. I am lulling him into a rhythm and gradually increasing so that the light hits are more on the heavy side, and the heavy hit is really hard. That’s what’s going to bring out the best bruises. I can’t wait to see them.

His muted moans are getting louder as my hits get harder, but I’ve brought him up so gradually that he almost didn’t notice.

“Good boy,” I croon as I hit him hard over and over and over again. “I’m almost done now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says.

“Count them for me, pet. Ten more.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

These are going to be hard, and he knows it. I can see him tense his muscles, but he counts as I hit.

“One, thank you, Mistress. Two, thank you, Mistress. Three, thank you, Mistress. Four, thank you, Mistress.”

I switch sides.

“Five, thank you, Mistress. Six, thank you, Mistress.”

I’m pleased I didn’t even have to tell him thank me.

“Seven, thank you, Mistress. Eight, thank you, Mistress.”

I switch back for one really hard hit on the right.

“Nine, thank you, Mistress.” His voice is strained, but he gets the words out.

I hit him the final time, just as hard on the other side.

“Ten, thank you, Mistress.”

His whole body sags against the spanking bench. He knows he’s done, though admittedly, sometimes I surprise him with a few extra hits, but not this time. “Good boy,” I say right against his ear, running my fingers through his hair. “Come here, good boy.” I help him to climb down off the spanking bench. I know his legs are feeling rubbery and maybe a bit numb after being on there for so long. I help him to lie down on the couch.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmurs.

“Of course, pet. Would you like some ice?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

I go to the adjoining kitchen, getting some ice out of the freezer. I put it in a small bowl and return to his side. I use a cloth to hold the cube as I run it over his ass. The welts are so red, and the bruises are just starting to show. It’s sexy as hell. “Good boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmurs again. I smooth my free hand along his back.

“You’re welcome, pet.”

“Mistress,” he says, his voice barely audible.

“Yes, pet?”

“Bite me?”

I raise an eyebrow at him, even though he can’t see me with his eyes closed. “Where?”

“I don’t care, Mistress. I just want marks. Please, Mistress?”

I smile. I know he won’t want visible marks in his street clothes, even though he hasn’t specified. His thighs and ass are the best places for that. His ass will be bruised enough, I think. “Roll over, pet.” I help him roll as he moves gingerly.

When he’s settled on his back, I spread his legs and kiss up and down his inner thighs. His cock gets hard immediately. I have to resist the urge to suck it right now. I want to mark him first. And then I probably will suck his cock, and maybe ride his cock. I don’t know, but I’m starting to get desperately horny myself. I lick my lips as I look down at his hard cock. God, he’s hard to resist. What am I going to do without him?

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Thanks for reading Chapter 28! Guess we didn’t get to much aftercare yet, hmm. Ah well. Good things come to those who wait! Maybe next week. Come back for TMI Tuesday, stay tuned for some fun short scenes, and come back next week to hear about some bite marks! And get ready for our Sexy Shorts debuting this week!

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Welcome to Chapter 27 of my Determined Dominatrix series! We’re right in the middle of our resident Dominatrix leaving beautiful marks on her submissive’s ass before he goes away for an extended time. If you didn’t start back at Chapter 1, there is a Recap post after Chapter 20!
~Jayden

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Chapter 27:

It’s time to get the canes. I have so many, but there are two that I’m most interested in for this particular scene. The first one is going to be a nice sharp pain, and it will also leave welts. The second one is what will give those nice deep bruises we’re both looking for.

But I want to hear him scream first.

I look at the beautiful display of canes on the wall. There’s a rack where they are all on display like pool cues at a bar, but they range in size from thicker than my thumb down to smaller than a pencil. I pick one that’s on the smaller size and go back over to him.

I lay it across his bare back perpendicular to his spine and gently roll it down the length of his body. He whimpers. He knows this cane. He hates and loves this cane. I love it.

When I reach his ass, I pick the cane back up and flick him lightly across his ass, hitting both sides. He moans, but his moans turn to screams as I start hitting him harder. I know how sharp the pain is from this thin cane. The welts appear immediately, connecting the welts on the sides I left with the dragon tail. His whole ass is red. He’s still screaming, even though I’ve stopped. I walk around to stand in front of him, running my free hand along his back.

“Shhh, pet, it’s okay.” I stroke his hair softly, shushing him. His screams turn to whimpers as I pet him. “Are you okay, pet?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Do you want me to switch to the heavy cane, pet?”

“W-whatever you want, Mistress.”

I’m certain that’s a yes, but he’s still telling me I can do whatever I want, which is good. That means I’m not pushing his limits. Yet. “Good.”

I move back around behind him, running my hand along his spine as I go. I hit him a few more times with the small cane, but not as hard as I had before. He doesn’t scream quite as loud, but he’s still screaming when I stop.

I run my fingers lightly across the welts on his ass. “How are you feeling now, pet?”

“G-good, Mistress. T-thank you.”

“Good. These welts are beautiful, pet.”

“T-thank you, Mistress.”

I walk over to the side table and pick up my phone, taking a picture to show him. He looks at it obediently, nodding when I ask if he likes how red his ass is.

“Now to make it purple,” I say with a smile.

I place the thin cane aside and select one of the thicker ones. It’s not super long, so it won’t be too draining for me to swing it over and over again, but it’s thick enough that it will give a good thump and bruise nicely.

I run it along his back and over his ass like I did with the other one. I drag this one along his thighs as well, really teasing him. He is whimpering, and I’m sure his heart is still thumping hard, but he is calm and steady on the spanking bench. Looking back, I’m sure he couldn’t have handled this long of a beating a year ago, but we’ve been doing them so often that he’s able to stay in this position with no issues. I’m proud of my pet.

Here we go, I think, as I pull back my arm and bring down the first blow. It’s not too hard. He’s nice and warmed up, but I still don’t want to come right out of the gate with a super hard blow. I get just the reaction I was looking for.

His groan is a deep sound coming up from deep within him. As I hit him again and again, there are no screams, no fidgeting. He’s sunk deep into sub-space now, and he groans and almost presses his ass back toward me eagerly, even though he’s being very careful to be nice and still.

These hits won’t leave bruises yet, but we’re getting there. And I just love the way he’s moaning. All those little sounds. It’s sexy as hell.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 27! Come back next week for Chapter 28, where we’ll hopefully see some nice purple bruises. And is it almost time for some sweet aftercare? Let us know how you’re liking our Determined Dominatrix series! Do you want us to continue on to James’ time in Massachusetts? Let us know in the comments!

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Welcome back to Chapter 26 of my Determined Dominatrix story! (Sorry it’s a day late!) It’s James’ and Mistress’ last time together before he moves, and she’s promised him some marks to take with him on his trip. If you aren’t caught up, you can check out the Recap for Chapters 1-20 or start back at Chapter 1!
~Jayden

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Chapter 26:

The room is filled with implements of every imaginable size and shape. Some are soft and can be used sensually. Some are harsh. I have seen many less experienced people’s eyes widen when they see this play space. I love that look. Introducing people to all the possibilities in the realm of impact play is an incredibly powerful feeling. But now it’s just my pet and me. He’s seen all of these toys. I don’t think I’ve used all of them on him. There are literally over a hundred. (Though that would be a fun scene to do with him…) But for the moment, I am prioritizing leaving marks for his strip tomorrow.

I choke back the tears that threaten to fall again and move to one of the many baskets of toys. I select a piece of rolled-up leather. It’s sort of like a dragon’s tail but truncated. It won’t leave marks, but it will be a great warm-up. I stand behind James and run the leather across his ass.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What do you want, pet?”

“I want you to mark me, Mistress.”

“Why, pet?” I know we’ve gone over all of this before, but it’s sexy to hear him saying it right as I’m about to beat him.

“I want to have marks when I leave, Mistress.”

I know that his heart must be pounding with excitement. Mine is. “How many marks, pet?”

“As many as you want, Mistress. Make my whole ass black and blue.” He whimpers at the thought, and I can feel my pussy getting wet with arousal. I love to hear him whimper. The whole time we’re talking, I keep caressing his ass and lower back with the leather thumper. He knows what it is. It’s one of my favorite implements. It makes a good sound. The sensation heightens the anticipation.

I pull back and lay the first hit on the right side. He groans. Another follows. Another. Each hit is met with a groan or a whimper. I love it. I can’t wait for more. Then I switch to the left side. He is starting to squirm a little, which is good. He hasn’t sunk deeply into sub-space yet, but he will. Once he does, he moves less. Right now, he’s still too hyped up to be totally still. “Pet,” I admonish. “Stay still.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, but he struggles with it.

I do see that he’s moving a lot less, though.

After a while, I switch back to the other side and then alternate. When I’m satisfied that he’s warmed up, he’s barely moaning or whimpering when I hit him. It’s time for something more.

I set the thumper aside and select a dragon tail. The end of it will certainly leave marks. I have to be more careful with this implement, and I need him to stay still, which is why I don’t like to start with it. I crack the dragon tail like a whip in the air, and he flinches but doesn’t move. “Good boy,” I praise, “You know you need to stay still when I hit you with this.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see his muscles tensing.

The first strike lands across his ass with perfect placement of the sharp tip. He moans loudly but doesn’t move. A red welt rises up immediately where I hit him. I know it’s a sharp pain, and I know he loves it. I switch sides and land another one in the same place on the other side. I can’t go as quickly with this one as I do with some other implements, but the red welts are so sexy. It’s worth taking my time.

He’s whimpering and crying so much, though. My heart goes out to him, but seeing him in this much pain turns me on. I want to inflict more. And I know that he loves it.

“How are you doing, pet?” I ask when I set the dragon tail aside.

“Good, Mistress.”

“I’m not hurting you too much, am I, pet?” I croon.

“No, Mistress.”

“Good,” I say. “These welts aren’t going to stick around long. I want some good deep bruises for you to take with you.”

“Please, Mistress?” he whispers.

“Are you embarrassed to ask for bruises, pet?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good,” I say. “Then ask louder.”

“Please, Mistress,” he says louder. Very obedient boy.

“Please what, pet?”

“Please bruise my ass, Mistress. I want to be so black and blue I can’t sit for a week.”

“Only a week?” I tease.

“As long as you want, Mistress. Please!” He’s sounding desperate now. Just how I like him.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 26! Come back next week to find out what she’s going to use to turn his ass black and blue. Don’t forget TMI Tuesday coming up every Tuesday with historical questions answered by both Richard and me. And keep your eye out for a new pop-up feature: Sexy Shorts! Short scenes that are a little sexy and often kinky. (I know, I know, I can never write short scenes. But I’m going to give it a try. I think some very sensory, sexy scenes with no backstory can be fun!) Tell us in the comments what kinks you’d love to see featured in our new Sexy Shorts!

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Hello! Welcome to Chapter 25 of my Dominatrix Series. If you haven’t been along for the ride since Chapter 1, I did a Recap after Chapter 20 you can use to catch up so you can join in on the fun! Today, we’re going to hear the start of Mistress Parker and James’ last session before he moves away. It will be unforgettable for them and for us!
~Jayden

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Chapter 25:

While he drives home, I say, “Play space. You may not be wearing any clothes when you enter.”

He knows what that means, and he’s already undoing his belt in the car as much as he can while driving. As soon as we park, his shirt comes off. He slips his shoes off, and I see him struggling with his socks. All that’s left are his pants and boxers.

He gets out of the car, looking around for signs of any neighbors. Not seeing any, his pants follow, but he waits until he’s at the door to hook his fingers into the sides of his boxers. And then he pauses and waits for me, but I’m taking my sweet time over by the car.

“Mistress,” he hisses, scared that he will get caught by someone standing in front of my driveway in just his boxers but also scared to make me upset.

I smile at him sweetly and stroll over. Unlocking the door, I slide inside, watching him intently. I can see him swallow hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and then he slides his boxers down and off. He stands naked in front of me, and I am instantly a thousand times more aroused. “Come in, pet.”

He practically scampers inside, and I can see him breathing a sigh of relief now that he’s no longer in sight of the neighborhood. Whatever. It’s dark outside.

I walk up the stairs to the apartment, and we go inside. “Crawl,” I tell him as soon as he gets to the top of the stairs. He follows my instruction well, and I give him some scritches behind his ear. He sits perfectly still while I put the collar on him and connect the leash. Leading him into the living room, I bring him right to the cage. “In.”

He whimpers, but he crawls over the threshold and into the cage. I unclip the leash, and he gets himself comfortable. He’s whimpering and whining, and it’s cute, but he’s not begging yet.

I had half a mind to bring in someone else to fuck me while he watches from the cage. What a mind fuck that would be. But I don’t have that relationship with anyone else, and it’s our last time together in person for a while, and I don’t want that for our last time. Last time. I can’t even think about it. I’ve fantasized about what I will do to him long distance, but now that he’s more than just a client, it’s so much harder. I push the thoughts aside and focus on him, lying in the crate, whimpering.

“Why should I let you out, pet? You seem like you’re right where you belong. A little bitch like you locked up in a cage.”

“Please, Mistress.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, let me out of the cage. How can I please you from in here, Mistress? Please let me know, and I’ll please you any way you want.”

I chuckle. “You’ll please me any way I want anyway.”

He thinks for a moment, and then he says, “but Mistress, wouldn’t it be more fun to hurt me from out there? You’re limited by the bars, Mistress. If you let me out, I can please you, and you can hurt me more.”

I grin. I was planning to let him out anyway, but he does have a good point. “Sometimes you aren’t a worthless slut, pet.” I unlock the cage, but I put the leash back on him before I let him out. I pull on it so that his face is pointed in my direction. “But let me be clear, bitch.” His breath is coming fast and hard. “You’re mine. Do you understand? Whether you have this collar on or not, whether you’re leashed or caged for me, whether you’re walking around pretending not to be a slut, you’re my pet, and you do what I want when I want. Do you understand?”

He swallows hard. “Yes, Mistress. Always yours.”

“That’s right. And no amount of distance changes that.” Tears sting the backs of my eyes, and I push him down and away from me before he sees it. “Get on the spanking bench,” I say, clearing my throat.

I strap him down so he can’t move and look carefully for what I want to beat him with to give him the marks I promised.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 25 of my Dominatrix Story! Come back next week to find out how Mistress Parker leaves pretty marks on James. Don’t forget our real life TMI Tuesday every week!

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Welcome to Chapter 24 of my Dominatrix Story! If you haven’t been keeping up, I recommend that you start back at Chapter 1 or at least hop back to the Recap if you don’t want the whole story right now. This chapter is a long one, but it was kind of boring without the end, so I decided it was better to go long and have something to make you squirm, just a little. Like my Dominatrix, I might also like making you squirm…
~Jayden

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Chapter 24:

The rest of dinner flies by. It feels good to let my guard down a bit and tell him about my past. I have no family to speak of, but I tell him about the corporate job I hated and how I quit to become a full-time Dominatrix. I even get a little vulnerable with him and tell him I’m so scared to fail. I have no safety net now. I used all my savings to get my house and play space. So I need this to work.

He is supportive without me feeling like he’s trying to take over my life. It’s refreshing. Maybe this thing can work after all? Besides, he knew my biggest secret going in: I’m a Dominatrix, and I love hurting people.

When we leave, he asks, “So, where is home, Mistress?”

“Right next to my play space.”

“Really?” he says.

“Mmhmm,” I nod. “The play space is above my garage. I live in the house right there.”

“I had no idea,” he says.

“That’s intentional, pet. But I don’t have a lot of toys at home.”

“You don’t?”

I chuckle. “Why would I? I have all the toys I could ever want in my play space.”

“That’s fair, Mistress.”

“Do you want to come in, pet?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

When he parks in my driveway, he hops out, running around to open my door before I can. He offers me a hand as I get out, and I take it even though I don’t need to. It’s a sweet gesture.

I can feel my phone buzzing with the alert that someone is in the driveway. I pull it out and switch it off. We go inside, and I show him around my house. It’s modest but nice. I keep it clean and uncluttered as much as I can. No one else makes messes since it’s just me. “How are you feeling, Mistress?”

“Tired,” I say. It’s been a long day, and I’m ready to curl up with him and cuddle. Is that an awkward thing to say to the man you’re sort of dating? Trying to date? Definitely fucking. I don’t know.

“Let’s go to bed,” he says, and I nod.

“I need a shower,” I tell him.

“Do you want to be alone, or do you want me to join you, Mistress?”

I smile. I appreciate how thoughtful he is. “I’d be glad for your company, pet.”

He washes my hair and body like he did in our last shower together. It’s a novel experience for me. I’m not used to the intimacy of it. I’ve kept my distance for so long.

When we go to bed, it’s comfortable. I curl up in his arms, and he holds me tight. I don’t know how long we lay there before I fall asleep, but it’s the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.

The next few weeks pass in a blur. James and I spend as much time together as possible, which is, unfortunately, not much more than we were spending together before. But at least now he stays over after his sessions, and, of course, he doesn’t pay. Honestly, it’s a big hit to my regular income. We don’t talk about it, but he pays every time we go out or order in. I usually offer, but he always refuses or pays before I can even say anything.

My early fears seem unwarranted as I continue seeing my other clients, and James hasn’t said a word about them.

“Mistress,” he says, and I shake out of my reverie about the past few weeks and how happy I’ve been.

“Yes, pet?”

“What are you going to do with me tonight?”

I smirk at him. “What fun is it if I tell you ahead of time?”

He groans, but I know the idea of it arouses him. He likes being surprised. “Please, Mistress, can’t you just tell me?”

“No, pet. But I promise you’ll be thinking of me all the way to Massachusetts tomorrow.” As I say the words, my breath hitches in my throat, and I clear my throat to try to cover it.

I don’t fool him, and I see the look of sadness cross his face.

We finish our last dinner together in the same private room we had our first dinner in. Our server quietly clears the plates and offers us dessert. We decline, and he leaves. “I want you for dessert, Mistress,” he whispers in my ear. We’re sitting side by side at the table, and I turn and nip his ear.

“Of course you do, pet.”

He kisses me behind my ear.

“Well, if you want me for dessert, you’d better get down on the floor like the dirty slut you are.”

I can feel the smile in the way he moves, and then he’s under the table and up my skirt. I’m not wearing panties, so he has easy access to me. I was planning to make him find his way up there if he didn’t suggest it himself. I spread my legs for him, and he moves between them eagerly. He moans softly as he inhales my scent and starts to lick my slit.

I part my legs farther and lean back. Fuck that feels so good. Since the first time, he was masterful, but the more we’re together, the better it gets. His fingers slide inside my pussy, and his tongue finds my clit, and before long, I’m gripping the chair, trying not to fall off. My whole body is shuddering as my orgasm tears through me. “Fuck,” I groan as my pussy clenches around his fingers. He won’t stop licking me, though he slides his tongue further down my slit, leaving my clit alone for the moment.

When he emerges from under my skirt, his face is slick with my juices, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. “I love making you feel good, Mistress.”

“Almost as much as I love making you writhe in pain, pet.”

I didn’t think it possible, but his grin widens. “You and me both, Mistress.”

“What do you say we go home so I can make you scream and beg me to stop?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

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Thanks for reading Chapter 24 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next Friday for more, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every week to learn some real life facts about me and my husband, Richard!

Go on to Chapter 25!

Welcome to Chapter 23 of my Dominatrix Series. If you haven’t been following this story, you can jump back to my Recap post or go all the way back to Chapter 1. Today, we get to find out if Mistress will let James fuck her ass right there in the restaurant. You don’t want to miss it!
~Jayden

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Chapter 23:

“You would bend me over this table right here and fuck my ass?”

“Yes, Mistress. With pleasure.”

“Aren’t you worried about someone walking in?”

“No, Mistress.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Why is that?”

“Because I might know the manager.”

“What do you mean?”

“I used to be the manager here.”

“Until when?”

“Until I quit a few days ago.”

I raise my eyebrows. “I had no idea.”

He shrugs. “Well, anyway, I asked the manager to seat us, get us drinks, and leave us the hell alone. I told him we’d call if we needed something. I assume we’ll want to order dinner at some point.”

I chuckle. “You are more clever than I gave you credit for. I thought you picked this place because it’s my favorite.”

“I mean, that certainly was a factor,” he says.

“Did you know how often I came here?”

“Not at first, but after a while, it became obvious. I saw you often, but I didn’t want to give away our relationship, so I kept my distance as much as I could.”

“Clever boy,” I say, shaking my head. “So, does that mean I could get on my knees right here and suck your cock, and no one would know?”

He nods. “Is that what you want to do, Mistress?”

“Well, I assume you don’t have a bottle of lube in your pocket.” I wink up at him as I slowly sink to my knees.

He shakes his head.

“And you’ll need to be hard if you’re going to fuck my ass.”

“That’s not even remotely a problem, Mistress,” he says, and I can see now that I’m eye level with his cock that he’s rock hard already. I unbutton his pants and bring the zipper down, pulling his cock out of his pants. I look up at him as I take his cock into my mouth. He groans, and I can feel his body shudder. “Fuck, Mistress.”

I smile inwardly, loving the power I have over him now that I never had before.

When I’m satisfied that he’s nice and wet, I rise up and unbutton my jeans to pull them down. My panties go with them, and I bend over, leaning against the table.

To my surprise, James drops to his knees behind me, letting his cock bob in front of him. He spreads my ass cheeks with his hands and starts licking my hole. I shudder. “Fuck, James,” I groan.

He just keeps licking until I think my knees are going to go weak and I will fall. But then he stands up, putting his hands on my hips as he slides his cock into my tight hole. He meets resistance at first, but then he manages to slide in.

I have tried to keep my voice low, but I can’t help it now. I moan loudly.

“Shhh, Mistress, you don’t want anyone to come in and catch us, do you?”

I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me. “I don’t care, pet. Remember, I’m a Dominatrix for a living.”

He chuckles softly in my ear, “Touche.”

His cock does feel amazing in my ass, and I find that I’m having trouble staying upright. “Pet, you need to hold me up,” I say, and he wraps one arm around me, doing exactly that. He’s keeping me upright, and I let go and enjoy the sensations of his cock in my ass.

“May I cum, Mistress?”

“Yes, pet,” I say, and I clench my ass around his cock.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans.

“Yes, that’s right, pet. Fuck me. Cum in my ass. I want to feel it. Yes, that’s it. Good boy, good boy, good boy.”

I can feel the tremors from the depths of my body all the way up through the arm he has wrapped around me.

“Good boy, good boy,” I keep saying over and over again.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he murmurs in my ear. “Thank you, Mistress.”

He holds me there, his cock still spasming. It’s my favorite part of anal, and I stop him when he tries to move. “No, stay.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.

When the spasming stops, I let him pull back, and he quickly tucks it away into his pants.

I pull my jeans back up, feeling his cum pooling in my panties. “I am going to be such a mess by the time we get home, pet.”

“Home?”

I nod. “I mean, you have to at least drop me off. And I thought I might invite you in.”

“Do we have to sleep on that pull-out couch again?” he asks.

I chuckle. “No, pet. I’m going to bring you home to my bed tonight.”

He grins at me and says, “Sounds divine. Would you like to order some dinner? It sounds like we need to keep our strength up for later.”

I smirk at him. “What do you think is going to happen in my bed tonight?”

“I don’t know, Mistress, but I know that I need to be ready for anything.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 23 of my Dominatrix Series! Want to find out what crazy things might happen in Mistress Parker’s bed? Come back next week to find out! Also, remember to check out our real life TMI Tuesday posts!

Go on to Chapter 24!

Welcome to Chapter 22 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t been keeping up with my weekly posts, you can start from the beginning with Chapter 1 or just jump back a few posts to get caught up with my Recap post. Today, let’s find out what happens after that steamy restaurant kiss!
~Jayden

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Chapter 22:

I break the kiss and run my fingers through James’ hair.

“Mistress?” he asks.

“Pet?”

“Does that mean you want me?”

I swallow hard. Why is it so hard to tell this man that I like him? That I want to get to know him outside my play space? Maybe because he’s leaving me. I know this can’t last. But finally, I nod.

“You do?” The hopeful look on his face almost breaks me.

“I do, pet.”

“But?”

“But how are we going to make this work?”

“What do you mean?” his face falls.

“You’re moving away in three weeks.”

“We can do long distance. Lots of people do it.”

“Yeah, but lots of people aren’t professional Dommes.”

He shrugs.

“Doesn’t it bother you that I will have other clients? I can’t give up my job.”

He shrugs again.

“James,” I admonish, “it’s not enough to just say you don’t care. You have to be sure that you’re okay with it. I don’t want to put you in a position where you feel like I haven’t honored whatever there is between us.”

“Mistress, what are your rules?”

“You know my rules, James.”

“I do, but tell me again.”

“Clients are not allowed to touch me without permission. Clients don’t get to make me cum. Clients are not allowed to kiss or penetrate me, including fingers, tongues, and dicks.”

“Right.”

“So?”

“So, how often have you broken those rules?”

“Never. Until you.”

“And why did you break them with me, Mistress?”

I shrugged. I wish I had an answer to that question. “I honestly don’t know, James. I’ve never felt this way about a client before. I’ve always been able to separate business and pleasure, for myself.”

“So, do I have anything to worry about?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we decide to be in a relationship, will you honor your rules with your clients?”

“Yes, of course. I will either way.”

He chuckles. “Am I too much to handle, Mistress?”

“No,” I laugh. “But I have no interest in putting myself in this position again.”

“What position is that, Mistress?”

“Trying to navigate what our relationship is now. What we had was great. But what we have had in the last 24 hours is mind-blowing.”

“Mind-blowing, you say?”

I roll my eyes a bit. “I mean, it was the first orgasm someone else gave me in a long time.”

“What? Why?”

“Because dating as a Dominatrix is hard. Most people don’t understand what it’s like to have partners that I’m not romantically involved with, and I don’t let them touch me sexually, but I do sexual things to them. It can be very threatening.”

“It could,” he agrees.

“But it’s not threatening to you?”

“I’ve known you for a long time, Mistress, and it’s never bothered me before. Why would it start now?”

I shrug. “Stranger things have happened.”

“That’s fair,” he acknowledges, “but I have no interest in you quitting being a Dominatrix because of me.”

“That’s good because I have no interest in quitting being a Dominatrix.”

We smile at each other, and he squeezes me closer to him. “I want you, Mistress.”

I want him, too, but I don’t want to admit it quite so easily. “How do you want me, pet?”

“I want to please you.”

“How would you please me?”

“I want to lick and kiss and nibble every inch of your body.”

I can’t help but moan at the thought. The sweet, sweet torture that would be. “What else do you want to do, pet?”

“I want to fuck you again, Mistress.”

I had almost forgotten how much better a real cock was than the fake ones I have been using. “You do have a nice cock.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“What else do you want to do, pet?”

“I want to see how well my nice cock fits in your ass, Mistress.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. “What, you like it when I fuck your ass so much you want to fuck mine?” I chuckle a bit.

“Is there something wrong with that, Mistress?” he asks.

“No,” I admit. “I’ll tell you a secret,” I say, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “I love anal. A lot.” I can feel a shiver go through him, so I keep going. “There is nothing like feeling a cock spasm in your ass and feeling cum pumping deep inside you.”

“That does sound divine.”

I nod and nibble at his ear. “It is. It’s my favorite thing.”

“Mistress, I would fuck your ass right now if you’d let me.”

“Right here in this restaurant?”

“Yes, Mistress. Right here, right now. Anytime, anywhere. Your ass is fucking perfect, and I would love to feel your ass envelop my cock.”

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Thanks for reading Chapter 22 of my Dominatrix Series! Is Mistress Parker going to let James fuck her ass there in the restaurant? Who knows? (Okay, confession: I do, because the whole story is already written!) But if you want to find out, you have to come back next Friday for Chapter 23! And don’t forget to check out our real life TMI Tuesday posts every week!

Go on to Chapter 23!