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!

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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!

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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!

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!