Welcome to Chapter 21 of my Dominatrix Series. If you’ve missed the first 20 chapters, you might want to do some catching up by starting at Chapter 1. Alternatively, I posted a recap this week that you can use to catch up! Today, we get to see how Mistress Parker reacts to James’ total devotion. Is that a good thing or a bad thing…? Read on to find out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 21:

I don’t want to take advantage of James. I appreciate his devotion to me, but would he just say yes to whatever I offered? I have to tread lightly here.

“James, I need you to do me a favor.”

“Anything, Mistress.”

I shake my head. “Take a pocket knife and go cut off your balls in the bathroom.”

He gets wide-eyed.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not serious, James.”

“That’s good, Mistress.”

“But that’s why you can’t just agree to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to.”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”

“Good.”

“Now, let’s try this again.”

“I need you to do me a favor, James.”

“What do you need, Mistress?”

“I need you to not be my submissive pet but be James for a minute.” I wonder if he notices I haven’t called him pet since we sat down in the restaurant.

“Okay, Mistress.”

“I know you get off better when you’re being dominated.” He nods. “And I know that you have enjoyed our time together.” He nods again. “But I need to know what this is to you. Is this just a fun physical way for you to get off? Or is there more here?”

He pauses and takes a sip of his drink.

“And I want to remind you that this is a serious question. I am not asking my good boy pet. I am asking the grown sexy man in front of me.”

He nods, but I notice when I call him sexy that his eyes flash up to mine for just a moment before he looks back at his drink. “I like you.”

I nod, waiting for the but.

“But I don’t even know your real name.”

I smile. “None of my clients do.”

He smiles. “That seems unfair.”

I shrug. “I need to protect myself.”

He nods. “I understand that. Of course I do.”

“But?” I prompt.

“But, I want to know. I want to know everything about you.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.”

I shake my head. “But all you know about me is that I can hurt you and make you cum.”

Now he shakes his head. “That’s not true.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you stalking me, James?”

“No,” he says with a chuckle. He takes a sip of his drink and then says, “I know you own your own business. Owning your own business is a huge commitment. It’s not something to take lightly; I know you don’t. I know that you have strict rules and that you broke them with me. I’m still not exactly sure why, but I’m glad you did. I know that education is important to you because you are supporting me in following my dreams to go to Massachusetts, even though it means taking me away from you. And even if you don’t really care about me, a weekly client is a big hit to lose. I know that you care about your submissives. I know that you want to protect me. I know that you have experience as a Dominatrix that you use to do good for people. I know that you help couples to find their balance with BDSM. I know that you are a great cook and that you love to share recipes with people. I’ve seen you at your parties when you don’t think I’m watching.”

He stops and takes a deep breath.

“Mistress, I know a lot about you, but I want to know more. I want to know everything. I want to know what makes you tick. Yes, I want to serve you. I want to make your body quiver with excitement. I want you to hurt me and demean me and make me cum like you have every week for the last three years. But it’s so much more than that.”

I nod and sip my wine. I don’t even know what to say. I think that’s more than I’ve heard James say in one go, ever.

“Mistress, say something. Please.”

I pause, still not sure what to say. I want to tell him how much his words mean to me, how much I appreciate that he pays attention to so much more than just the sex we have. But I can’t find the words. Instead, I set my glass of wine down and stand up, walk around to the other side of the table, and stand so that I am close to James.

He looks up at me, and I can see the fear in his eyes. I lean down so that I’m close to his face, and I don’t know what he thinks I’m going to do, but I wind my fingers into his hair and force his head back. And then I kiss him, pressing my lips against his, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I feel like he’s holding on for dear life.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 21 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next Friday for the next installment! Are they going to have sex in the private room at the restaurant, or will they get interrupted? Come back to find out! And don’t forget to check out our TMI Tuesdays every week!

Go on to Chapter 22!

If you haven’t been keeping up with my Dominatrix Series, I want to give you a quick recap so you can jump in here! But of course you’re welcome to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t already.
~Jayden

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Chapters 1-20 Recap

Mistress Parker is a professional, full-time Dominatrix. Her client, James (often referred to as pet and sometimes bitch), is into puppy play, among other things. He has trouble orgasming without her control, so she sees him weekly. She’s almost his therapist, in a way. But, at the beginning of our story, James gets accepted to a graduate program in Massachusetts that he’s excited about but sad that he’ll be taken away from her. Before he goes, he makes a point to see Mistress Parker more frequently, and in one of their sessions, things go a bit awry, and he leaves almost abruptly. But when he comes back and surprises her, she takes him in and breaks her number one rule. She never has sex with her clients. Sure, sometimes she’ll push against that line and peg one when the occasion calls for it, but she never lets them get her off or penetrate her in any way. But she does with James. What does that mean? Is he interested in a relationship? Is she? Our story picks up here with James and Mistress Parker in a private room at a restaurant where she wants to talk things out and figure out where they are in their relationship.

Posted every Friday (Eastern Standard Time) at midnight, join Mistress Parker weekly for a glimpse into the (fictional) life of a full-time Dominatrix!

Welcome to Chapter 20 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t already. This week, we might start getting some answers to where their relationship is heading. Or maybe they’ll just have sex in the private room at the restaurant. Such a risky (and sexy) proposition!
~Jayden

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Chapter 20:

We’re left alone once we’re settled in at our table and served drinks. “So,” James says, and I feel there’s been a shift since we entered the space. He seems more in charge than he’s ever been when we’ve been in my space.

“So,” I echo.

“What are we?” he asks.

Ah yes. Isn’t that the million-dollar question? “What do you want to be, pet?”

He shivers slightly when I call him pet, and I can see his eyes dart to the door, but there’s no one there.

“Do you still want to be my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers, losing some of his bravado.

“I have to say,” I start, “I have enjoyed our weekly sessions over the last three years.”

“So have I, Mistress.”

I chuckle, “I’d imagine so since you’ve been paying for them all this time.”

He smiles and blushes a little. “It’s been worth every penny, Mistress. You know I have trouble cumming without your guidance.” His voice is barely audible, but I can’t help but hang on every word he says.

“I’m glad you think so, pet.”

“But in all this time, you’ve never let me please you, Mistress.”

I shake my head. “I never let my clients make me cum.”

“Why not?” he asks, but I know we’ve covered this before. I start to explain it again, but he almost brushes me off. “I mean, why did you let me now?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.” I don’t want to admit to him that I couldn’t help myself.

“Do you regret it?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Not even a little. Do you regret it?”

His voice rises, “Regret it? Why the hell would I?” And then he gets suddenly quiet, looking around again, but there’s still no one here. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I got a little carried away there.”

I chuckle at him and take a sip of my wine. “I understand, pet. There are any number of reasons you might regret it.”

“Well, Mistress, unless you’re about to tell me that you can’t be my Mistress anymore or that I can never touch you like that again, I have no regrets.”

I raise one eyebrow at him. “Which do you think would be worse, pet? If I told you that I can’t be your Mistress or that you can never touch me like that again?”

He thinks about it for a moment, sipping his own drink. “If you couldn’t be my Mistress. I don’t think I could stand it.”

“Why not, pet?”

“I think it would be very hard to be in your presence and not want to touch you, hold you, please you, but I would do it so I could be around you. Or I would ask you to tie me up or restrain me so I couldn’t be a bad boy.”

I nod, and he continues.

“But if I couldn’t see you at all, that would be the true torture.”

“So what happens when you move to Massachusetts?” I ask.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know, Mistress.”

I wonder if he’s considered not going because of me, and I hope the answer is no. But it seems that at least he recognizes that not going would be a mistake, even if he has thought about it.

“I mean, we’ll still have video calls, right, Mistress?”

I nod.

“And maybe phone calls?”

I nod again.

“And I’ll come visit.”

“When will you come visit? You won’t have an apartment here anymore.”

“I know, but I can get a hotel.”

I raise an eyebrow at him again. “You would pay for a hotel just so you could visit me.”

“As often as my schedule allows, Mistress.”

“Really?” I ask, swirling my wine in the glass.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So let me get this straight,” I say, leaning forward to lower my voice. “You are willing to drive seven hours each way, pay for a hotel and my fees so that I can treat you like shit and let you get off?”

“You don’t treat me like shit at all, Mistress. You give me what I need. I need you to treat me that way. It’s not just a desire. I can’t live without it. And I am grateful that you understand that. You have no idea how much it means to me, Mistress.”

“Okay, fine, but the rest of it, then?”

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you in my life.”

I raise both eyebrows at him this time, sip my wine, and ponder the big question: What do I want from this completely devoted submissive?

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Thanks for reading Chapter 20 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next Friday to find out what Mistress Parker wants. Will she take advantage of this devoted sub? And will Tessa text? Come back to find out! Don’t forget our real life TMI Tuesday answers! We have a big one coming at you this week!

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Welcome to Chapter 19 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to hop back to Chapter 1 if you haven’t read any of the chapters thus far. It’s a lot of fun! This week, we get to find out how much Mistress Parker likes anal play on her, and maybe they’ll make it to dinner? Read on to find out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 19:

Who am I kidding? I love a little anal play. But I’m not willing to give up my position in charge.

“If you’re going to stick your finger in my ass,” I say, pushing my hips down a bit so his fingers start to slide inside, “I’ll expect you to clean me up with your tongue when you’re done.

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, almost panting.

I try to look and see if he’s hard, but I can’t get a good visual, and I don’t want to stop him from going down on me.

He presses his fingers inside me, both in my pussy and my ass, and I groan. It feels so good, and when he starts to lick my clit again, I’m a goner. My orgasm comes fast and hard, and I buck against him until he finally stops licking my clit and lets me breathe.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, tortuously, and I watch him as he licks them clean. His eyes are locked on mine the whole time, and I can’t help but think about how sexy it is that he’s looking at me like that. “Now clean me up, pet,” I direct.

He crawls back between my legs and licks my pussy, getting as much of my juices up as he can. Then he moves down toward my ass, which is almost hanging off the end of the couch. He manages to get a fair amount of it, and it feels good, but I want more.

“Lay down on the floor,” I tell him. He does without hesitation, and I hover over him, lowering my ass right onto his face. He’s probably pretty smothered by me, but I don’t care. He doesn’t seem to care either, as he licks me eagerly.

I love having his tongue on my ass. It feels almost as good as it did on my clit, and I am kind of kicking myself that I’ve never let him do this before. But rules are rules.

And now I’ve broken them.

Again.

I let him up when my thighs start to get tired, but it does give me a good opportunity to see that his cock is straining against his jeans.

I stand up so I’m not pinning him down, but he doesn’t move without my permission. His face is shiny with my juices, and as much as I want to kiss him, it is a bit funny.

“You should go wash your face, pet. I’m going to get dressed.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says. He disappears into the bathroom, and I pull out the clothes I’d worn earlier in the day. A pair of black jeans that almost look like dress pants and a pink top that’s low cut and flattering. When I wore it with a blazer earlier, it looked professional. Without the blazer, it looks comfortable and casual.

“Where are you taking me for dinner, pet?” I ask when he comes out of the bathroom, his face freshly washed.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

I nod.

“Then let’s go.”

“Wait a minute. Am I appropriately dressed?”

“Yes,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me out to his car. “I’d suggest blindfolding you just to keep it a surprise, but I somehow doubt you’ll let me do that.”

I chuckle. “You know me too well, pet.”

“Mistress,” he says after a moment of silence.

“Yes, pet?”

“What can I call you in public?” We’d never been out together in a setting that wasn’t kinky. He’d been to my parties and, of course, our private sessions, but never a restaurant.

“Mistress,” I say.

“But what if that’s not appropriate?”

“Ma’am.”

He nods. And truthfully, how often do you need to use someone’s actual name when you’re talking to them anyway?

I want to ask him all my questions, but I’m not ready. I want him to be able to look at me when he answers me. I don’t want to have to talk to the side of his head.

“We’re here, Mistress.”

He’s taken me to my favorite restaurant. It’s a seafood place, but not a chain. A family-owned place. And when we walk inside, the host sees James and says, “Hello, Sir. You do have a reservation, yes?”

“I do,” James says.

The host checks his name on the list and guides us to a private table in a separate room, where we won’t have anyone to overhear our conversation.

James, you son of a bitch, you’ve thought of everything, I think.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 19 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next week to read more! Do we finally get some answers from James about where this relationship is going? Or will they just fuck in the private restaurant room? Come back next week to find out! And don’t forget our real life TMI Tuesday posts every week!

Welcome to Chapter 18 of my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous installments, you might want to go back to Chapter 1. Will Mistress Parker get answers to all her questions from James? Read on to find out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 18:

I head home to get ready for the photo shoot and go through the motions without really thinking about it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair. It’s all routine to me now. I love my photographer. She does a phenomenal job of capturing me. I don’t really understand how she does it, but she does.

The time flies by, and before I know it, my photographer is gone, it’s 6:50, and James is due in ten minutes. I have my bathrobe on over a hot red number we had just finished photographing when James pulls into the driveway.

He rings the bell, and I buzz him up.

“I’m not quite ready yet, pet,” I say when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“That’s okay, Mistress. I am a bit early,” he says.

I decide that I’m done tiptoeing around the issues. I’m just going to be myself. I’m his Mistress. He’s my pet. And maybe now I stop taking payment and start sleeping with him. That’s fine. So I’m going to operate as though nothing is wrong. I am a confident woman. “I just finished a photo shoot,” I say, slipping my bathrobe off and draping it over the chair near the stairs. “What should I wear for dinner, pet?”

He swallows hard. “What dinner?”

I blink at him and smirk.

“Oh, right, the dinner I’m taking you to right now. That dinner.”

I nod slowly, “That dinner.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just got so distracted seeing you in that lingerie. You look so sexy.”

“Thank you, pet,” I say, walking closer to him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

He seems unsure of what to do, as our usual protocol has him undressing when he arrives, but we’re going out. I stop when I’m standing directly in front of him. Even in heels, he has to look straight down to meet my gaze. “May I touch you, Mistress? Please?”

I nod, and he puts his hands on my hips. I can feel their warmth through the thin fabric of the lingerie.

“Can I be honest with you, Mistress?”

“Always, pet.”

“I want to tear these clothes off you right now. Just rip these thin straps clear off.”

“Are you feeling a bit like a predator right now, pet?”

He nods.

“That’s unlike you, pet. Usually, you’re my prey, not a predator.”

He nods again. “I don’t know, Mistress. I want you to still be in charge, but I want to wrestle you, rip your clothes off, pin you down.”

I smile. “That does sound fun, pet. But not these clothes. These are nice ones, and I want to keep them.”

He nods.

“Maybe I should take them off to keep them safe from you.”

He smiles. “Be my guest, Mistress.”

I slip the heels off first, leaving myself barefoot in the hallway. As I make my way toward the play space, I drop the lacy red number piece by piece on the floor.

James drops to his knees and crawls after me, actually stopping to sniff my clothes as he goes.

“Smell good, pet?” I ask.

“Yes, Mistress. Are you turned on, Mistress?”

He crawls right up to me, where I am standing naked in the middle of the room, and puts his nose right up near my cunt. “What do you think, pet?” I ask, and I press his face right between my legs.

His tongue comes out, and he starts lapping at my folds. “You taste amazing, Mistress,” he says, and his voice is muffled by the fact that I won’t let him pull away from my body.

It feels good, and I want him to get me off, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea since we really do need to talk about where things stand between us. But I can’t help it. He was so cute crawling around sniffing my clothes, and now his tongue is on me, and it feels so good.

I grip him by his hair and practically drag him over to the couch. I sit down, spreading my legs for him.

“Do it right, pet. Standing up isn’t a good angle for either of us.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he dives back between my legs. His fingers find my core and probe deep inside me. I squeeze around him. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and I am entranced.

I almost don’t notice that he’s sliding his fingers in and out, completely, though. Usually, when men finger men, they don’t pull out all the way. And then I realize that he has one finger positioned at my ass and two at my pussy. They’re all wet with my juices, and he’s starting to press them inside. Do I want him in my ass right now?

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Thanks for reaching Chapter 18 of my Dominatrix Series! Will Mistress Parker let James fuck her ass with his fingers? Will there be more anal play? Come back next week to find out! Also, check out our real life TMI Tuesday questions every week!

Go on to Chapter 19!

Welcome to Chapter 17 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you need to do some catching up. This week, find out who the mysterious woman at the coffee shop is. Murderer? Stalker? Potential client? All of the above? Read on to find out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 17:

I finish scheduling some social media posts, keeping an eye on the dark-haired woman staring at me. She’s sitting down, but I can tell that she’s tall. She’s thin with a beautiful dark skin tone. I just can’t figure out where I know her from.

I look down at my laptop to schedule another post, and when I glance up, she’s gone.

She had had a coffee cup in front of her, and it’s gone, too. Was she a figment of my imagination? But no. I don’t think so.

“Hi,” a voice says to my other side, and surprisingly, she’s there. Where did she come from?

“Hi,” I say.

“Can I sit here?” she asks, gesturing to the seat across from me.

“Uh, sure,” I say, wary. “Do I know you?” I ask. I want to be polite and figure out where I know her from without admitting I don’t remember her, but it’s more in my nature to be direct.

She smiles, setting her coffee cup down on the table. “Sort of.”

I cock my head, waiting for her to continue.

“I came to a party with Claudia one time. I’m Tessa.”

“Nice to see you again, Tessa.”

“I’m sorry if I was staring too much. You looked familiar at first, and I couldn’t remember where I had seen you before. I wanted to make sure you were the right person before I interrupted your breakfast. Or coffee, or whatever.”

I smile at her, at ease now, knowing she is a submissive one of my clients had brought to an open party. The memory of watching Claudia strap Tessa to my rig and flog her surfaces. “I only drink tea here,” I say, taking a sip from my cup.

“Tea, good choice. I like a good chai latte from time to time,” she says. “But I have to say, their coffee is the best in the city.”

“I don’t doubt that,” I say. “Their tea is top-notch.”

“Anyway, umm, well, I’m sorry that I interrupted your work.” She drops her voice to a whisper and adds, “Is this your full-time job? Being a,” she glances around like she’s going to use a bad word, “Dominatrix?”

I nod. “It is my full-time job.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

I nod again. “I love it, but it’s a lot of work.”

“Is it?” She gets wide-eyed. “Do you have to have sex with a lot of people?”

I refrain from rolling my eyes, but barely, and give her my patented spiel about how I’m not a prostitute, and I don’t have sex with clients. But in the back of my mind, flashes of my encounter with James keep slipping through, making me squirm in my seat.

“I just wondered, you know, if you could teach me?”

“Teach you what, Tessa?”

“Teach me how to, you know, be a Dominatrix?”

I raise one eyebrow at her. “Is that something you want?”

“It’s something my boyfriend wants,” she hisses back.

I tap my long nails on the table. “I could. My standard fee is $300 for a two-hour session with me. I am happy to work with both of you.”

“You would do that?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes, of course. How better to teach you than to work with both of you together?”

“That makes sense. That makes sense. Okay, umm, can I call you?”

“You can text me,” I say, and I hand her my business card.

She looks it over and says, “Mistress Parker. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say. I don’t know when I’m going to fit in another client, but with James moving, it shouldn’t be too hard. And I guess I don’t need as much advertising time if I’m becoming overbooked. Word of mouth seems to be working pretty well for me.

She takes her cup and leaves my table, mumbling a goodbye. She was so nervous it was cute.

After she’s gone, I start to think about James. Will he be jealous that I am working with Tessa and her boyfriend? Will he be jealous of the other submissives I already see? He can’t be. If he is, it won’t work. But what won’t work? Does he even want anything more than what we already have? Is this just physical to him? Was it just nice that he got to sleep with his Mistress one time, but now we’ll go back to being in a ‘professional’ relationship? So many questions and so few answers. But I need to get ready for my photo shoot, so I guess the questions will have to wait.

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Go on to Chapter 18!

Welcome to Chapter 16 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the previous chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Today, we’ll find out what happens after the Mistress gets ready for her meeting, and what twists await her in her day!
~Jayden

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Chapter 16:

Wrapped in my bathrobe, I scamper home for clean clothes. I drag a brush through my hair and put it back into a ponytail. And then I’m back at the play space, smelling the cinnamon buns and wishing desperately that I could cancel my meeting, but I need to attend. It’s a board meeting for a group interested in bringing in some outside kink experts. They are more of a swinger’s group than a kinky one, but their attendees’ interests overlap. It would be huge for me to be a part of it. I would really be able to get my name out there, maybe get more clients, definitely rent out my space more, and they would pay me to bring in my gear. It’s essential to my business.

James is waiting for me, a cinnamon bun on a paper plate. “You can take your cinnamon bun to go if you need to, Mistress.”

“Thank you, James.” I kiss him on the cheek and then take a bite of the cinnamon bun. It melts in my mouth, and I melt. “This is amazing.” I realize that baking pre-made cinnamon rolls from the fridge is hardly rocket science, but it was still very thoughtful, and they are delicious.

“You’re welcome, Mistress.” He’s beaming at me.

“Don’t you have to go to work today or something?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “I quit my job to get ready to go to Massachusetts.”

I nod. “I forgot that you quit your job. What’s keeping you so busy, then?”

“Packing. I’m giving up my apartment here.”

I raise my eyebrows at him. I knew he said he would visit me on his breaks (how else was he going to get off?), but I didn’t realize that he was going to give up his apartment.

“I thought I told you that, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, pet. I’m just surprised.”

I run through my schedule for the day in my head. I need to get out the door in the next three minutes or I’ll be late for this meeting. Afterward, I was going to spend some time doing advertising copy, and then I planned a photo shoot for my online fans.

“Why don’t you go and do whatever you need to do, and maybe we can grab dinner tonight?”

“Dinner?” he looks like I just offered him a million dollars.

I nod. “Pick me up at 7:00.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he kisses me on the cheek.

I make it to the meeting with seconds to spare, my belly warm with cinnamon bun and tea. I want to go back to bed. Actually, I want to go back to bed with James. But instead, I sit through the meeting. I smile and offer commentary where appropriate, and I agree with them enough to make it seem like I am totally on board with what they want. In the end, I pretty much am, but I also know that I will take almost any deal they offer me.

“Well, Miss Parker, I think we can say that we’re off to a great start here. I think we’ll do well combining our clientèle.”

“Thank you,” I say. “I look forward to working with all of you.”

I leave a few minutes later with a contract in my email that I need to get my lawyer to review. As happy as I am that the meeting went well, I’m too distracted by thoughts of James to focus on where I’m going. I go to my favorite coffee shop and set up my laptop to get my advertising done.

Eventually, I get absorbed into my work and manage to get a lot done when I notice a woman across the shop staring at me. Openly staring.

She looks a little familiar, but I can’t place her. But it’s clear that she knows me.

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Thanks for checking out Chapter 16 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next week to find out who the woman is staring from across the room! And don’t forget to check out our real life TMI Tuesday questions!

Go on to Chapter 17!

Thanks for checking out Chapter 15 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you’ve missed the beginning. Today, we find out if Mistress brings James home with her, and what happens next!
~Jayden

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Chapter 15:

I don’t remember him taking the condom off before our shower, but he must have because it’s not there now. He washes his own hair but lets me wash his body like I often do when we have scenes. But now I’m in the shower with him. I’ve never gotten in the shower with a client before. Can I even call him that anymore? What the hell was I doing? I should never have let this get so far, but it’s like a runaway freight train.

We towel off in an awkward silence. I don’t bother with makeup, but I do pick up my hair brush.

“May I?” he asks.

“Brush my hair?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“If you want to,” I say, skeptical. He’s never shown any interest in that before.

He takes the hairbrush, and his hands are gentle as he smooths out the knots in my hair. By the time he’s done, I’m lulled into a sense of safety and comfort, and I’m just standing in the bathroom with him.

Now what? I wonder.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he says, handing the hairbrush back to me.

I put it away and wrap the towel tighter around myself, feeling very on display suddenly.

“Would you like me to leave, Mistress?” he asks.

The word “No” escapes my lips before I have a chance to process what he even asked me. But my instinct was right. I don’t want him to leave. I want to take him to bed with me. I want to hold him all night long. I want to feel the hairs on his chest tickle my cheek while we fall asleep. We have cuddled a fair number of times after particularly intense scenes. It’s a part of our aftercare routine. But I know this is going to feel different. I clear my throat and then add, “Do you want to leave, James?”

“No, Ma’am,” he says immediately.

“Good,” I say, clearing my throat again. “Why don’t we pull out the sofa bed?”

He nods and does it immediately, taking off the cushions and then deftly finding and pulling the handle to swing the bed out. He takes the sheets from me that I’ve just gotten out of the closet, and we make the bed in unison. I get the pillows out of the closet while he drapes the comforter from the back of the couch across the bed. “Mistress, can I do anything for you?”

I shake my head and say, “Get into the bed, pet.”

He does, sliding his naked body between the sheets.

I do the same and curl into him, feeling his chest hair tickle my face just the way I imagined it would. Our naked bodies press together, and I am instantly aroused again.

“Mistress,” he whispers, “Thank you.”

“For what, pet?” I whisper back.

“For letting me back in.”

I nod against his body. “I’m glad you came back, pet.”

He strokes my hair softly. I want to stay awake and talk to him more. I want to find out what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling. I want to know if this changes everything for him, for me, for us. But I simply can’t. My eyes drift closed, and I fall asleep in his arms.

The sun filters in through the light curtains early the next morning. I stir restlessly and realize that I’m alone.

Why am I in the play space? Why didn’t I go home last night? And then the memories come flooding back. The scent and feel of James’ body against mine. The sex we shared. The intimate shower. And falling asleep in his arms.

I sit up, holding the sheet over my naked body. I am aroused by the memories, and I can smell my own arousal. I have half a mind to take a shower before James comes back. But did he leave, or is he here somewhere? I have no idea.

I look around for my robe and find it tossed aside. I slip it on and pad into the small kitchen the play space apartment has. James isn’t there, but something smells good. I switch on the oven light and can see cinnamon buns baking in the oven. I love cinnamon buns.

“Good morning!” James says, and I turn around to find him coming in the door. I don’t know where my phone is or why I didn’t notice the alarm. I guess I was too tired to realize, and now my phone is in the other room.

“Good morning, pet,” I say.

He hands me tea, and I take it, sipping it gratefully. It’s made exactly the way I like it. “Good morning, Mistress. I got you tea and made the cinnamon rolls I found in the fridge. I hope that’s okay.”

I smile at him and say, “Of course. I’m glad you did. They smell amazing.”

Then I glance at the clock on the stove and remember I have a meeting in half an hour.

“Oh shit,” I say. “I have to get ready. I have a meeting at 9:00 am.”

“Oh,” he says. “That’s okay.”

“How long until the cinnamon buns are done?” I ask.

“Five minutes,” he says, checking his watch.

“I’ll be right back.”

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Thanks for reaching Chapter 15! Come back next Friday for more. Who is Mistress meeting with and how will that meeting go? Will she and James figure out what all this means for their relationship? Come back next week to find out! And don’t forget to check out our real life answers to TMI Tuesday that we’re hoping to catch up on finally!

Go on to Chapter 16!

Welcome to Chapter 14 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous installments. Today, we’re going to read some steamy sex between our resident Domme and her pet. How is that going to change their relationship?
~Jayden

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Chapter 14:

His cock is so big, and it feels so good. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he fucks me, standing right there. He carries me a few steps to the side and puts me up against the wall. It’s cold on my bare back, but I don’t care. My nails rake down his back, and he groans.

“Yes, more,” he moans in my ear.

I do it again. And again. And again. I’m sure I’m leaving red marks on his back. I want to mark him.

He seems to be tiring out, which is understandable. “Sit on the couch, pet,” I whisper into his ear.

He does, and I somehow manage to stay on his cock. I use the couch to ride his cock. His hands find my hips and help me. It doesn’t take me long to tire out myself, but he takes over, fucking me from below, thrusting his hips up into me. “May I please cum, Mistress?”

“Yes, god, yes. Cum. Fuuuuck,” I groan as I feel his cock pulsing inside me. The condom is doing its job and keeping his cum from filling my pussy, but I can still feel him pulsing inside me.

We stop thrusting, and I just sit on top of him, his slowly softening cock still inside me. We’re both panting and sweaty. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me loosely. I don’t have any words. I don’t regret what we did, but I am embarrassed about acknowledging it.

I have no idea how long we’ve been laying here. I don’t want to get up. I wish more than anything else that I had a bed in the play space and not a pull out sofa that we’re currently sitting on. I am really tempted to bring him to my bed, but that seems like a bad idea.

“Do you want a shower, Mistress?”

I nod and climb off of him, a bit unsteady on my feet. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that. My pussy is sore in the best possible way.

We go into the bathroom where not long ago I was washing James. But now he’s the one to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature to something just shy of scalding and gets in. “Is this an okay temperature for you, Mistress?”

I nod and stand under the spray. He lets his fingers run through my long hair, getting thoroughly wet.

“Would you like me to wash your hair, Mistress?”

“Yes, please, pet.”

He lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. It feels amazing. I could let him do it all night. When he’s done, I turn around and rinse my hair. He repeats the process with conditioner, and we fall into a rhythm as though we’ve done this together a thousand times. He washes my body with his hands, getting them soaped up and then touching me. He touches every inch of my body. It feels even more intimate than the kisses we shared.

When he’s done, he kneels in front of me, looking up at me, the spray bouncing off of me and making a mist over him.

“You are beautiful, Mistress.”

I blush. I’m used to my submissives complimenting me, but they almost have to. Besides, I usually hide behind thigh-high boots, sexy lingerie, and makeup. But James is looking at me barefoot, naked, with no makeup on, and he’s still saying I’m beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I feel like someone sees me. Really sees me. Tears burn in my eyes, and the shower washes them away, but I know James notices. He sees them fall before he rests his head against my thigh, wrapping his arms around me as we stand under the hot water.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 14! Come back next Friday to find out if Mistress takes James back to her place or not! Also, don’t forget to check out real life TMI Tuesday that we’re trying to catch up on!

Go on to Chapter 15!

Welcome to Chapter 13 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous chapters yet. I hope you aren’t set on James having more dialogue in this chapter. I don’t think he even gets to say anything, but he sure does a lot…
~Jayden

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Chapter 13:

I am not naive enough to think that he doesn’t or hasn’t had other partners, but the way he finds my clit almost instantly is impressive. He sucks on it lightly, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t remember the last time someone sucked on my clit. His fingers explore my folds and slide deep inside me. My pussy clenches around them.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

Part of me worries that he will stop just to spite me. In retaliation for all the times I’ve made him edge; for all the times I made him wait to cum.

But he doesn’t seem interested in torturing me. His tongue and fingers keep going, and I know my orgasm is imminent. “James, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groan. I don’t remember the last time I called him James.

My words spur him on to suck harder, to shove his fingers deeper, and I love it. I fucking love it.

My orgasm crashes over me, stronger than any I could give myself. My clit becomes so sensitive, I can’t stand it. I need him to stop sucking on it. I try to buck him off, but he’s stronger than me. He finally lets go of my clit, but his fingers keep stroking my insides. Then his tongue licks down my folds to where his fingers are, licking my juices off of his own fingers as he pulls them out of me.

I just lay there, panting, watching him. Unable to take my eyes off of him. I have just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but I want more. I want his cock. I want to suck it. I want to touch it. I want him to fuck me. God, I have never wanted someone this badly in all my life.

I can’t form words. He’s pulled back, kneeling on the floor in front of me. I lean forward, close enough to touch him. Then I slide to the floor so we’re kneeling, facing each other. I pull his shirt up and over his head. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, sliding them down over his hips. I can’t get them the rest of the way off without him helping and standing up, but he does so without a word.

And then we’re standing in front of each other, both naked, panting, hot, and still aroused. There’s a part of me that is terrified that we’ve just opened Pandora’s box, but I can’t help it. I can’t help myself with him. I’ve never felt this way about a client. Shit. I have to refund his money. I push the thought aside.

He looks uncertain now, but I’m not. I drop to my knees in front of him, looking at the cock I have seen a thousand times. But this time, it’s different. He’s not paying me to get him off. He’s just here.

I take him into my mouth, swallowing him down the back of my throat. Fuck, I missed this. I gag a little, pull back, go down again. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock like he did to my fake cock earlier. But he makes the most delicious sounds when I do. I can feel my cunt pulsing with excitement as I hear the noises he makes. All for me.

I pull back, stopping before I get him off. I want more. I don’t know how he feels about it. I can’t process what I should be doing in this moment, but I know that there’s something.

I’m on birth control, and he gets regularly tested (he has to if he wants to be my client). I also get regularly tested. But whatever. That’s not it. I need to find a condom. I can’t have that conversation right now. I pull away from him, fumbling in a drawer beside the couch. I come back with a foil pack and rip it open. I roll it down onto his cock, and he doesn’t stop me. I look up into his eyes, seeking permission. But that’s not how this relationship works. He gets permission from me. And me putting a condom on his cock is permission enough for him. And before I can even react, he picks me up and slides inside me.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 13 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next Friday to hear more about the sex Mistress and pet are about to have. Hot stuff! Don’t forget to check out our real life TMI Tuesday blog every week! We’re going to catch up, I promise!

Go on to Chapter 14!