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!

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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Thanks for reading Chapter 17 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next week to (maybe) get answers to those questions and more! Also, don’t forget our real life TMI Tuesday questions!

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 Maine.”

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!

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 14:

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!

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!

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!

Welcome to Chapter 12 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the other chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Today, we’re going to find out what James wants!
~Jayden

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Chapter 12:

I switch off the vibrator, watching James in the security camera. He knows I have some kind of security, but he doesn’t know the details. I don’t think he knows I’m watching him right now.

“What are you up to, James?” I wonder aloud.

It’s a small screen and not at a great angle to figure out what he’s doing.

Finally, he rings the bell. I get up, wrapping the bathrobe back around me, and go to the intercom. “Yes?” I say into the machine.

“May I please come back in, Mistress?”

“Did you forget something, pet?”

“You could say that, Mistress.”

I narrow my eyes in annoyance. What does that mean? I buzz the door open.

He comes up the stairs, and I am waiting right at the top for him. As soon as he gets to the top of the stairs, he drops to his knees in front of me. “Mistress, forgive me.”

“For what, pet?” I ask, still wary.

He looks up at me from his knees. I don’t understand the look that passes between us, but I understand when he is suddenly standing in front of me, pulling me into his arms. He wraps me up in them, and he’s warm and strong. I inhale his scent, so familiar to me. “For this,” he says, and he kisses me softly at first, but when I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back, his kiss becomes more insistent, more passionate.

He picks me up off the floor easily, and I wrap my legs around him. I know that I’m going to soak his jeans with my arousal, but I don’t care, and I really don’t think he cares.

We keep kissing as he carries me down the hall to the play space. He breaks the kiss long enough to see that my boots and panties are on the floor by the couch. He pulls at my bathrobe, pulling it open and letting it fall to the side. I move my arms so that it slides off of them and onto the floor. Now I’m naked before him, and he’s still fully clothed. I pull at his shirt, trying to pull it off, but I can only get it halfway up.

He gently sets me down on the couch. I am panting as he breaks our kisses, working his way down my neck. He nibbles just a little bit.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan.

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth and nips at the hard nipple.

I moan again, my fingers winding into his hair. He tries to move on to the other nipple, but I pull him back. “No. More. Fuuuuck.”

He flicks the same nipple over and over again with his tongue. He bites down on it. I moan and hump against his jeans.

Finally, I let him move on to the other one. He gives it the same treatment, and I am in heaven. I want more. I don’t even know what more I want. I just want more. I am overwhelmed by the sensations. He moves down, flicking his tongue into my belly button like he had earlier. I squeal as it tickles, but he’s already moved on. He pushes my legs further apart as he inhales deeply, his mouth inches away from my cunt.

He pauses there for what feels like forever. He looks up at me, and our eyes meet, and I have an urge to pull him back and kiss him again. My lips still tingle from our kisses before. But he’s so close to my clit, and I want that. I want the orgasm I was denied when he arrived. My body aches with need.

“Pet,” I gasp out. I can’t beg. I can’t beg my submissive.

But I don’t have to. His tongue touches my folds and finds my clit expertly, and I melt right into the couch.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 12! We’re going to take a little break for the the A to Z Challenge starting tomorrow, April 1st! Come back in May to hear more about what James wants. Maybe he’ll say more than 15 words this time. 😉 Don’t forget to check out real life TMI Tuesday every week!

Welcome to Chapter 11 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the previous chapters, I’d recommend starting back at Chapter 1. Today, we’re going to find out if James gets to orgasm again before he goes home.
~Jayden

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Chapter 11:

After petting him for a while, I ask if he’s ready for another orgasm.

He whimpers a little. “Mistress, I’ve already cum so much,” he protests.

“Twice. You’ve cum twice.”

“But that’s a lot,” he whines.

I chuckle. “No, it’s not. Not for you.”

He whimpers some more, nuzzling my thigh.

“What’s wrong, pet?”

He shakes his head against my thigh.

I use my finger to make him look up at me. “Tell me.” It’s not a request. It’s a demand.

He takes a deep breath. “I can’t, Mistress.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Because it’s not appropriate.”

“Pet,” I say, “I have seen you laying on this floor covered in my piss. Just tonight, I watched you suck a dildo after I fucked you with it. What in the world is there that you can’t tell me?”

He shakes his head. “I can’t, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

I shrug as though it doesn’t matter, but it does. I want to know what he wants to say. Is he in love with me? Shit. That would be bad. Or maybe he’s found someone else. Does he have another Mistress in Maine already? No, that seems impossible. My mind starts to spiral, and I just need him to go. “Well, that’s fine then, pet. If you don’t want to cum again tonight, you don’t have to. I’ll see you Wednesday.”

I stand up, wrapping the bathrobe tighter around me.

“Thank you for cleaning my bra for me, pet. I’ll see you soon.” I scritch him behind the ear again and step back, waiting for him to leave. I am sorely tempted to go hide in the bathroom, but that seems too cowardly.

He looks like he’s going to protest, but then he doesn’t. “Would you take my collar off, please, Mistress?”

I nod, and he steps close to me so I can undo the buckle. We do this every time he leaves, but this time, it feels different.

“Thank you, Ma’am.”

I nod again.

He goes to the door and puts his clothes on. “Thank you, Mistress,” he says, poking his head down the hallway, “I’ll see you on Wednesday.”

“Goodnight, pet,” I call back. He leaves, and I pull up the security footage on my phone to watch him leave. His head is down as he gets into his car and pulls out onto the road.

I take a deep breath and go pour myself a glass of wine. My play space is on the second floor above the garage, but the main house next door is my private residence. I am so bone tired I don’t even want to walk next door. But I am also so horny, I can’t stand it.

I take my time taking off my thigh-high boots and then slip out of my soaking wet panties, dropping the bathrobe on the floor next to the couch. I get out my favorite little vibrator, one that will stimulate my clit to a quick orgasm. I am just lying down on the couch when I hear the ding of my alert system. Someone is in the driveway. I’m not expecting any other clients tonight.

I pull up the security camera with one hand while I hold the vibrator onto my clit with the other. I see a familiar car parked in the driveway, and a familiar form get out of the car. In fact, as I’m watching, I see that James is back, and he’s waiting at the door.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 11 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next week to find out if James will ring the doorbell, and if so, what he wants to say to his Mistress. Don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every week as well! Plus, the A to Z Challenge starts April 1st!

Welcome to Chapter 10 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the previous chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Ready to find out if Mistress gives in to her own desires? Read on to find out!
~Jayden

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Chapter 10:

I can’t kiss him. I shouldn’t kiss him. But goodness, it’s so hard not to.

He finishes licking the cum off my neck and pulls back, looking down over my body, seeing if he got it all. “Mistress, would you like me to wash your bra?”

He’s seen me topless before; most of my clients have at parties and such. It’s a common occurrence to swim naked in the summer. But this is different.

I blink a few times, thrown off and feeling out of my element. “Yes,” I say, and my voice is breathy. “You should always clean up your messes, pet.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he says.

He reaches around me and unhooks my bra more smoothly than I expect. He pulls the bra straps down over my arms and removes the garment.

His breath catches as he sees my nipples, hard with arousal. I can see him reach toward them, but he stops himself at the last second and drops his hands to his sides. “I’ll just go wash this in the sink, Mistress.”

I want to call after him. I want to use my confident Dominatrix voice to tell him that my panties are also dirty and need to be washed. I try to tell myself it’s just because hand-washing lace is a pain in the ass. But I don’t think that’s actually it. I don’t call after him. I bite my tongue. And when he comes back from the bathroom, I have put on a bathrobe. Thin fabric separates my body from his sight, making me feel more secure.

“Mistress, I’ve hung your bra in the bathroom. It’s all clean, Ma’am.”

“Thank you, pet.”

“Of course, Mistress. Thank you. You were right. That was the best orgasm I’ve had in at least a month, probably longer.”

I smile at him. “I’m glad.”

He drops down onto his hands and knees and crawls over to me, his collar still on. “Mistress,” he says.

“Yes, pet?”

He rests his head on my thigh. “I don’t want to leave you.”

I pet him, smoothing his messy hair and gently running my fingers along his shaved face. The little bit of stubble there scrapes against my fingers. I want to know what it would feel like to have it scrape along my inner thighs. “What do you want, pet?” I say, turning it back to him.

“I want to stay here and worship you all night long.”

“How would you worship me, pet?” He knows the rules. He knows that I’ll fuck him with a plastic dildo, but I won’t let him get me off. I won’t let him fuck me. He knows that.

He shrugs. “However you want me to, Mistress.”

“That’s a cop-out, pet.”

He blushes a bit. “I-I don’t even care, Mistress. I just want to be with you.”

“How’s your ass, pet?”

“From the caning or the fucking, Mistress?”

“Both,” I say with a smirk, glad to be on safer ground.

“It hurts, from both.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I love it.”

“Would you like some lotion on your ass, pet?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Please,” he adds.

“Get up on top of the cage and present your ass, pet.”

He does as he’s told, and I get the lotion. It’s nice and cool, and I start to smooth it onto his ass. It’s still warm and red from the caning. When I’m all done, I notice that his cock is getting hard again.

“You’re insatiable, pet,” I say, gesturing to his cock.

“I know, Mistress. I can’t help it when I’m with you.”

I smile. It’s flattering. “Thank you, pet.”

He smiles back.

I run my fingers down between his legs, which he spreads for me immediately.

“Mistress,” he groans, “what are you doing?”

“I want to make you cum again.”

“Again?” he echoes immediately.

“Yes, pet. When you leave here, I want you to be so satisfied that you don’t even want to cum on Wednesday.”

“Come see you?” he asks, misunderstanding me.

I chuckle. “No, orgasm. I expect to see you on Wednesday.”

“Mistress, I want to spend every second I can with you. I would see you every day until I leave if I thought you would have the time for me.”

I run my hand along his hair again. “I know you would, pet. I know you would.”

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Thanks for reading Chapter 10 of my Dominatrix Series! Come back next week for Chapter 11 and find out just how much time they’re spending together! Also, don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday and Richard’s Gratitude post on Wednesday!

Welcome to Chapter 9 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t caught up on it, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Let’s see how Mistress gives James the best orgasm he’s had in a month!
~Jayden

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Chapter 9:

I pull the dildo out of his ass and tell him to turn around.

He does, moaning.

“How dirty is my pet today?” I ask, looking down at the cock bobbing in front of me. I know he makes sure he’s clean before our sessions, and I don’t see anything on the dildo.

“However dirty you want me to be, Mistress.”

“Suck your ass off my cock, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says. I can almost feel the tremor of disgust go through him, but I know he loves it. He wants to be made to do things like this. He doesn’t want to admit he wants it, but we both know he does.

He takes the dildo into his mouth and carefully licks and sucks it, just as he did before we started. When he’s got it all clean, I stop him and tell him to get on his back, legs in the air.

Once he’s settled, I almost lay on top of him to get the dildo into his ass from this position. “Oh god,” he groans when I get it in. “Thank you, Mistress,” he moans.

“You can cum now, pet,” I tell him.

I pull my upper body back as far as I can so he can get to his cock. He starts to stroke it in time with my thrusts. I know this position doesn’t hurt as much on his ass, but I want to feel him lick his cum off my breasts.

“That’s it, you dirty whore. How does it feel to have my big cock in your ass?”

“So good, Mistress. Thank you.”

“Such a pathetic little bitch, jerking off while I fuck you. You’re so pathetic you can’t even cum without me hurting you, can you?”

“No, Mistress. I need you.”

I feel my cunt spasm with arousal when he says that. Shit. That’s not supposed to happen.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

I can feel his muscles tensing under me as the warm cum hits my chest. He gets some on my bra, but I don’t care. It gets all over my cleavage, my stomach, and up near my throat. “Good boy,” I say, and I thrust the dildo deep into his ass and hold it there while his cock spasms the last of his cum out.

He has a bit on his chest, but he did a good job aiming for my body, even with me on top.

“Good boy,” I say again.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he pants, opening his eyes and looking at me. “Thank you.”

I know there’s more to his words in this moment than a thank you for letting him cum just now. “You’re welcome, pet.”

When his cock has stopped spasming, I pull the strap-on out of him and then unhook it from around my thighs. “I’ll take that for you, Mistress,” he says, taking it when I nod. He enters the bathroom, and I hear the water running as he cleans it.

“Hurry back,” I call. “This cum isn’t getting any warmer.”

I lay down on the couch, and he comes and kneels beside me. “Mistress, may I?”

“Yes, pet.”

He moans softly as he starts licking cum off my belly. His tongue swirls into my belly button, and I can’t help but giggle. He works his way up to my bra, licking it right off the fabric. “I’m sorry I got cum on your bra, Mistress.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “You can clean it for me when we’re done.”

“Yes, Mistress. Of course.”

As he licks over my cleavage, he ends up licking my neck. This is one of the more intimate things we do, especially when he’s licking so close to my mouth. In three years, I’ve done every imaginable thing to him. I’ve pissed on him. I’ve beaten him. I’ve fucked his ass with a strap-on. I’ve made him lick his own cum up off the floor. I’ve made him kiss my feet. But we have never kissed. I am overcome with the desire to find out what his lips feel like against mine. It’s been a long time since I’ve kissed someone. Dating as a Dominatrix is hard, and I don’t kiss my clients. It’s been so long. Fuck.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 9! Want to know if she gives in and kisses him right there? Find out in Chapter 10 next Friday! Don’t forget to stop by for TMI Tuesday every week!

Welcome back to Chapter 8 of my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Get ready for the bruising caning James is about to receive!
~Jayden

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Chapter 8:

I swing the cane nice and hard for the first hit. It’s probably about the same as the first hit that was meant to shock him, but now it’s not shocking.

“One. Thank you, Mistress.”

He braces himself for the next hit. It comes harder.

“Two. Thank you, Mistress.”

I swing harder yet.

“Three. Thank you, Mistress. Four. Thank you, Mistress. Five. Thank you, Mistress.”

The fifth hit is so hard that I don’t know how he can stand it, but he still mutters the words. I switch sides so the bruises will be even.

“Six. Thank you, Mistress.”

I start back at a slightly lower hardness.

“Seven. Thank you, Mistress.”

Harder and harder, but I can tell he knows he’s almost done, and there’s a relief that comes with that.

“Eight. Thank you, Mistress. Nine. Thank you, Mistress. Ten. Thank you, Mistress.”

He breathes a huge sigh of relief. He thinks he’s done. But I have a secret. I was never planning to only give him ten hits. I am planning on eleven.

The last one takes him by surprise. He had been relaxed, but now he is tense, alert. “Mistress?”

“Sorry, pet,” I say, in a tone that tells him I’m not sorry at all, “I was so into it, I lost track.”

He knows it’s bullshit, but he also knows he shouldn’t call me on it. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Are you ready to come down from there, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I get the handcuff key and unlock him, letting him stretch out his sore limbs.

“On the floor, on all fours.”

He knows what’s coming now. I get the strap on out of the closet and put it on while he arranges a pillow on the floor for me to kneel on.

“You can have some cushions for yourself if you’d like, pet.”

“No, thank you, Mistress. I don’t want to make a mess of your cushions.”

“Do you think you’re going to be allowed to cum again, pet?”

“I don’t know, Ma’am, but even if I’m not, I imagine there will be a lot of precum. I’m sorry, Mistress. I can’t help it. I’m so turned on by you.”

I scritch him behind the ears again. “That’s okay, pet. I’m glad you’re turned on by your Mistress.”

He rubs his head against my thigh, and I know his eyes haven’t left the large dildo strapped to my body.

“Whenever you’re ready, pet. Suck my cock.”

Sometimes, when he’s being bad, I don’t even let him suck the dildo before I fuck his ass. Sometimes, when he’s really good, I let him put lubricant on it. But today, he is in between, so I’ll let him suck it, but I won’t use any lube.

He begins to suck on the dildo. His eyes meet mine, looking down at him. He makes a show of it, swirling his tongue around the tip. I wish that I could feel what his tongue was like on my clit instead of the tip of the fake cock bobbing in front of me. I can feel my cunt dripping at the thought. Fuck.

I know he can smell my arousal. He inhales deeply and moans softly. “I am ready whenever you are, Mistress.”

“I’m ready,” I say, and I pull the cock away from his face and wait as he gets down on all fours on the bare floor. I kneel on the cushion and slide the cock into his ass, pressing it deep. He moans, and he lowers his upper body to the floor.

“Oh god, thank you, Mistress.”

“Jerk off, pet,” I say.

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and one of his hands slides underneath his body so he can stroke his cock, which I know is rock hard already.

I rake my nails down his ass cheeks when I pull back, and he screams. I can see his arm pumping faster.

“More, Mistress, please,” he whispers.

I thrust in deep, then pull back and spank his ass. I keep going like this, thrusting deep each time and scraping my nails down his ass or spanking him when I pull back. He moans loudly each time, and as I continue, his arm pumps faster and faster.

“May I cum, please, Mistress?”

“No,” I say.

He falters, his pace slowing and then stopping abruptly. “Mistress?” he whimpers.

“You may not cum, pet.”

He whimpers some more as I thrust into him a few more times, being extra hard on the scratches and slaps of his ass. “Mistress?” he whimpers again, and I smile, knowing that I am about to give him the best orgasm he’s had this month.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 8! Come back for Chapter 9 next Friday, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every week!

Welcome back to my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous chapters, you should start back at Chapter 1. Right now, our Dominatrix’s pet is protesting that she’s going to use the cane on him, but we know he’s ultimately going to love it…
~Jayden

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Chapter 7:

I pick up the cane and feel the weight of it. I find the place I like to hold it for the best swing, making a show of it. I can find my preferred spot with no effort, but it’s a nice mind fuck to watch the look on James’ face as I swing the cane a little, not hitting him, but just testing its weight.

He whimpers a little and starts to beg.

“Mistress, no, please, not the cane.”

“You know that’s not your choice, pet.”

“I know, but please, Mistress, please?” He climbs off the spanking bench in an uncharacteristic display of disrespect. He kneels in front of me, begging. “Please, Mistress, please don’t use the cane on me. Please use the paddle more or something else. Anything else. Please, Mistress, not the cane, please.”

I swing my free hand down and slap him hard across the face. He whimpers, his hands going to the spot where I hit him. “Bitch, get back on that spanking bench. Now.”

His hair is just long enough for me to wind my fingers into. I do and pull on it, directing him back onto the spanking bench. I grab a pair of metal cuffs from a basket and lock them onto his wrists. He can’t get off the spanking bench now. He still has a fair amount he can move, but getting off entirely is impossible.

“Mistress, pleeeease,” he says, but more weakly now.

I pull his hair so he has to look up at me.

“Why are you here, bitch?”

“To please you, Mistress.”

“Why else?”

“Because I can’t get off without it, Mistress.”

“Without what?”

“Without being made to be your bitch, Mistress.”

“That’s right,” I say. “You are such a pathetic bitch that you can’t even cum without me there to tell you what a pathetic little bitch you are.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So if I want to bruise your ass before I fuck it, I should, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, Mistress. You should do anything you want, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“That’s right, pet. But what’s worse is that I’m not doing it for my pleasure. I’m doing it because I want to cause you pain. I want to hear you whimper and beg and whine. I want tears to stream down your face. I want you to remember this session when you leave me and go to school. I want you to remember every tiny, minute detail. I want you to remember how good it feels to be my bitch.”

“I could never forget, Mistress. Never. I’m trying to be your good boy. I promise.”

I let go of his hair, and his head falls down to rest on the spanking bench. Tears are streaming down his face again, and I try not to smile too much. I know it’s what he wants. And I can’t say that I don’t. It’s a huge turn-on for me to see how devoted he is. “That’s better,” I say.

I swing the cane against the spanking bench, making him jump.

“Now don’t move.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whimpers, and I can see him tensing.

I take the first swing of the cane and hit him hard, harder than I usually start with when using the cane. He screams, but he doesn’t move. I hit him lighter then, making it tolerable for him, and none of it as bad as the first hit.

I get into a rhythm, and I can tell that he’s handling it better as he whimpers and whines less. So I build up my hits, going harder until he starts to whimper more. I stay there until he gets used to it and then surprise him with a harder hit.

One, two, three light hits. One hard one. One, two, three, four light hits. Two hard ones. One, two, three light hits. One hard one. One, two light hits. One hard one. There’s no pattern to it. I don’t want him to expect it. I want it to be a surprise. “I’m almost done, pet. Just ten more.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say.

“You’re going to count every one of them and thank me for them.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

And we both know that those last ten will be the ones that leave him a blubbering mess on my spanking bench and the ones that leave the lasting bruises we both want.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 7! Come back next Friday for Chapter 8, and don’t forget to stop by for TMI Tuesday and Insecure Writer’s Support Group on Wednesday!

Welcome back to Chapter 5 of my Dominatrix Series! Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 if you need to catch up. We’re right in the middle of a fun scene between our Dominatrix and her pet. He’s just cum, so let’s find out what happens to him next!
~Jayden

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Chapter 6:

He screams a lot as the violet wand voltage goes through his balls as he cums, but I know from years of experience with him that it’s exactly what he wants.

“Th-thank you, Mistress,” he stammers as he slows his strokes and then stops. “Th-thank you.” He’s panting, his wet eyes looking at me through the bars.

“Come on out, pet,” I say, unlocking the door and helping him to crawl out.

“Th-thank you, Mistress. That was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

“Good boy,” I say, scritching him behind the ears like he likes. “How do you show your Mistress thanks for making you cum, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he begins to clean himself up, using his fingers to get as much cum as possible and then sucking it down.

“Never waste a drop, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says between licks. His favorite thing to do is to lick his cum off of my body, but that turns me on too much, so I try not to do it too often.

When he’s done, I have him go into the bathroom. He sits in the tub at my direction, and I run him a bath. I pull up my stool next to the bath and run the washcloth over his chest, cleaning up the remnants of his orgasm. When he’s clean, I work my way around to his back. He moans softly as the cloth scrubs away all his concerns.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he says when I wring out the cloth and drape it over the side of the tub.

“You’re welcome, pet. Get out and dry off.”

He does, kneeling in front of me on the plush bath mat. “How can I serve you, Mistress?” he asks.

I pause for a moment, thinking about what I want to do next. I have several ideas. “It’s only Monday, pet. Would you like some nice bruises for the start of your week?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see his cock spasm a bit at the suggestion.

“Get onto the spanking bench, pet,” I direct.

He does, and while he gets himself settled, I choose a few different implements to work him over with. My favorite one is the cane, but the paddle is nice, too. And, of course, I have a flogger to warm him up with.

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says. I can see his cock pressed uncomfortably underneath him on the fake leather bench. I know he’ll be hard soon, and then his discomfort will grow.

I start with the flogger, working the back of his thighs, his ass, and a little on his back. I go nice and light, not doing anything that will be too hard or make him squirm too much. When I’m ready to switch to another implement, I place my hand on his back, just above his ass. “Slide back, pet.”

He does, and his cock comes up off the bench. I fondle his balls lightly.

“How do you feel, pet?”

“Good, Mistress,” he replies.

“Your balls aren’t too sore from my torture earlier?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Good,” I say, and then I flick them with the flogger lightly a few times, eliciting some nice moans before I set the flogger aside and pick up the paddle. He goes to move back into position with his cock and balls inaccessible to me. “Stop,” I say, and he pulls back so they’re exposed again. “Good boy,” I praise.

I take the paddle and tap on his balls with it lightly. It’s just a few swats, but it’s enough to make him squirm and moan.

“Stay still, pet. If you move, I might hurt you in ways I don’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m trying.”

“Good boy,” I say, and I swat his balls a few more times with the paddle before moving on to his ass. I let him settle back onto the bench, letting the furniture take his whole weight so all he has to focus on is the swing and thwack of the paddle.

He is moaning and whimpering but not moving.

“Good boy,” I praise again. “Are you ready for the cane, pet?”

He whimpers more. “No, Mistress, not the cane. Please?”

But we both know that the best bruises come from the heavy cane. And we both know that he’s going to love it.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 6! Be sure to come back next Friday for Chapter 7, and check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and our Weekly Wednesday posts!

Welcome back to Chapter 5 of my Dominatrix Series! Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 if you need to catch up. It’s a lot of fun! In Chapter 4, it started to get steamy. Just wait for Chapter 5!
~Jayden

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Chapter 5:

He is whimpering in the cage beneath me, and I just want to take him out and make him serve me, but I know that’s not what he needs. And honestly, I need some distance from him. My orgasm did help take the edge off of my arousal, but not enough. I need more.

I get out the violet wand and set it up. I ensure that I’m setting it up where he can see it so he gets a preview of what’s coming.

I shock my hand to make sure it’s working properly and on the settings I want. A tingle spreads through my hand and arm. I smile as he whimpers louder.

“Mistress, what are you going to do with that?”

I give him a slow blink. “What do you think I’m going to do with it, pet?”

“I-I don’t know,” he stammers. But we both know what I’m going to do with it. It’s fun to shock him in a space where he can’t escape.

I slide my hand through the wide set bars and tap the wand against his arm.

He moans and starts crying, a steady stream of, “Mistress, please, why are you doing this, Mistress? I want to be your good boy!” and other appeals to my good nature to stop shocking him.

But I don’t stop. I keep going, working my way around his writhing body, his arms, his legs, his back. I want to get his dick, but he’s making sure to keep his hips at an angle so I can’t.

“Pet,” I say, stopping the shocks for a moment.

His breath is heaving as he rolls so he can see me through the bars. “Y-yes, Mistress?”

“I want you to start masturbating, pet.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he positions himself so he can stroke his cock. He has to shift so that his cock is more accessible to me, and I know he knows what’s coming next.

“Spread your legs more, pet. I want to see your balls.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and I can see he’s bracing his legs against the sides of the cage, and he’s whimpering loudly while he strokes his cock.

I slide the wand between the bars again and tap it lightly against his inner thigh. He screams but doesn’t stop masturbating. I tap his other thigh. He screams again.

And then the shot, right against his balls. I can see the tears streaming down his face and hear his screams, but I can also see that he’s stroking his cock faster now.

“I want you to cum, pet. I’ll turn off the violet wand when you cum.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he squeezes his eyes shut as he strokes even faster, willing himself to cum.

I shock his thighs again and again, shocking his balls every few hits. He keeps crying and screaming and moaning and stroking.

“I’m going to cum, Mistress. Can I cum, please, Mistress?”

I let a few beats pass before I give him my permission. “Yes, pet, cum for your Mistress.”

And he does. It’s almost instantaneous. I wonder if he was so far gone that he would have cum with or without my permission. He probably would have.

Cum coats his chest in long lines as he takes big gulping breaths. I can see that he’s relaxing as the cum coats his chest, and I give him one more longer zap with the violet wand as cum shoots from his balls.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 5! Come back next Friday to see what our Mistress has in store for her pet next. Don’t forget TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and our weekly Wednesday posts!

Welcome back! This is Chapter 4 of my Dominatrix Series. Be sure to go back to Chapter 1 to catch up if you haven’t read the other chapters yet. It’s getting steamy now!
~Jayden

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Chapter 4:

He is already moving toward the pillow where he usually lays at the beginning of our sessions to tell me about his week. But since this isn’t our usual session, I pull the leash short. I hear him grunt as the collar pulls at his neck.

“I didn’t tell you to go to your pillow, pet.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. Where would you like me to be?”

“In the cage,” I say, leading him over to the large black cage. The top of it is made of a large cushion of fake leather. Once inside, he can’t see what’s happening on top.

He crawls in backward because once he’s inside, he won’t be able to turn around. He waits on all fours as I unclip his leash.

“Good boy,” I say, and then I close the door and put the lock on.

He immediately starts whimpering, sounding very much like the puppy he likes to pretend to be.

“What’s wrong, pet?” I tease.

“I want to be close to you, Mistress,” he says.

“I know you do, pet,” I say, “and I promise you will be, but first, I want to put you in your place for a bit.”

“I know my place, Mistress. It’s at your feet, serving you, doing anything you want.”

It’s comical how little he seems to understand how our relationship works. If he did everything I wanted, he’d be between my legs all the time. But instead, he’s locked in a cage because right at the moment, I am very wound up from thinking about what this evening was going to entail, and I can’t stand the thought of him being near me and not making me orgasm. I am determined not to break my own rules.

He resumes his whimpering when I don’t reply right away. I climb up on top of the cage and lean down, putting my hand through the bars. He begins to kiss it, lick it, suck on my fingertips, whimpering the whole time.

“Good boy,” I say, pulling my hand back, slick with his saliva. I roll onto my back and slide my fingers down under my thong. I can feel how swollen my clit is already, and I haven’t even done anything.

“Mistress?” he asks.

“Yes, pet?”

“What can I do for you, Mistress?”

“You can stay in your cage like a good boy.”

“Of course, Mistress. I have no choice but to stay in my cage. You locked me in, Mistress.”

“I did,” I say, and I feel my pussy clench in arousal as I say it. I love knowing he’s locked up and can’t do anything about it. I am tempted to make him stay with me. If I keep him locked in the cage, he can’t go to school and move away from me. But that’s silly. I can’t do that. I wouldn’t do that. That would be crossing so many lines.

“Mistress, how long are you going to keep me locked up away from you?”

Until I cum at least once, I think, but I don’t say that out loud. “As long as I want to, bitch.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he whimpers again. I can hear him moving around, and I know that he’s settling himself on the bottom of the cage, arranging the pillows to make himself comfortable.

I rub at my clit slowly at first but with increasing desperation as my orgasm rises inside me. I try to keep quiet about it, not wanting him to know what I’m doing, but I’m sure he does. I close my eyes and picture my pet looking up at me from between my legs. It’s such an arousing mental picture that I go crashing over the edge into orgasm, my pussy spasming, my fingers rubbing, my whole body tingling. When I’m done, I slide my fingers along my slit, and they’re soaking wet.

I take deep breaths, listening to my pet do the same from the cage beneath me. I know he wants to ask what I’m doing, but he won’t ask again.

“Lick my fingers, pet,” I say, rolling over and slipping my dripping wet fingers through the bars. I’ve never done this with him before. I’ve never cum when he was in the room.

I hear him shifting so he can reach my fingers, and then I hear him moan when he realizes what’s on them. He licks them until they’re clean of my juices, and then he says, “Thank you, Mistress, oh god, thank you.” He starts sucking lightly on my fingertips again, but I know they’re clean now. I can only imagine how good it would feel if I let him lick my clit instead of my fingers, but I’ve already pushed my rules too far. I need to stop.

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Thanks for reading Chapter 4! Come back next Friday for Chapter 5, and don’t forget TMI Tuesday every Tuesday and something special every Wednesday!

Welcome back for Chapter 3! If you missed Chapters 1 and 2, you should jump back to Chapter 1 to start from the beginning of the story. It’s a fun story about a Pro Domme whose favorite pet is moving away. What will she do without him? Read on to find out about their last month together before the big move!
~Jayden

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Chapter 3:

One month is not a lot of time. It sounds like a lot, but it isn’t really. I want to get more time with James, but it’s hard to fit it in around our schedules. I have my client base to work with, and he has things to wrap up in his life before he moves to New England, however temporarily.

“Monday?” I ask in text to him. We have a standing Wednesday session, but I’m trying to find another time we can get together.

“After 8 pm?” he asks.

That’s later than I want because I have an early Tuesday meeting, but I agree.

When Monday finally rolls around, I find my thoughts drifting to what it will be like without my weekly sessions with James. How many more clients could I take on to fill that void? Most of my clients aren’t weekly. Most are once every two weeks or once a month. Freeing up a weekly spot is a lot. But I can’t think of anyone I want to invite to take that spot. And then there will be video sessions with James. I’m not sure we’ll be able to keep our standing Wednesday time slot, but I am kind of hoping we will.

The clock seems to slow down as 8 approaches, but then I hear the bell signaling someone in my driveway. No one can approach my space without tripping that bell. It’s a safety feature. I deactivate the alarm system and buzz the door when I see James kneeling on the stoop in front of my door.

“Come in, pet,” I say into the intercom.

He opens the door and comes up the stairs to my space. I’m waiting there in the boots I wore when we met at the coffee shop, a black lace thong, and a matching bra. “Mistress,” he pants when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“Yes, pet?”

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you, pet.”

He crawls across the foyer floor to me when he gets to the top of the stairs.

“You’re overdressed.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I was overcome with a need to be close to you.”

I pet the top of his head, running my fingers through his short, dark hair. He looks up at me with desperation in his eyes. “When was the last time you came, pet?”

“When I was last with you, Mistress.”

“I gave you permission to masturbate, pet.”

“I know, Mistress, but it’s hard to get off when you aren’t there.”

I nod. I know it is, but he usually manages it at least once between our sessions. I know he tries every day.

As we talk, he strips out of his clothes and leaves them neatly in a pile on the chair in the foyer. When he’s done, he puts on the collar I’ve left for him. He likes to do some puppy play, but he only wears his collar when he’s with me. I keep a special one that’s just for him.

He puts the leash in his mouth folded up so it’s not dragging on the floor and crawls over to me.

“Good boy,” I say, petting his head before taking the leash from him. I clip it to the collar, and I can hear his sigh of relief as he knows I own him. “Come,” I say, and I start to walk down the hallway that leads to the large living room that serves as my play space.

I have several large pieces of furniture that I move around periodically depending on my needs. The large cage is positioned in the center of the room for this session. There’s a spanking bench off to one side of the room, a couch that pulls out into a bed, and a large frame with a St. Andrew’s Cross at one end that takes up a good portion of the room. And then there are baskets and bins and piles of toys. Everything you could imagine is in the room somewhere. If it’s not sitting out, it’s probably in one of the closets.

“Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispers.

But he has no idea what he’s ready for since I haven’t shared with him any of my plans for today.

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Thanks for checking out Chapter 3! I hope you’ll come back next Friday for Chapter 4 to find out what Mistress’s pet has in store for him. And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Welcome back! If you missed Chapter 1, be sure to go check it out before you read today’s post! I hope you’re excited to find out what news our pet has to share. I’m sure at least some of you will be surprised. I was, too! Let’s find out…

~Jayden

(I bet he’s pregnant! ~Richard)

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Chapter 2:

My pet takes another sip of his coffee as I wait for him to share his news, tapping my foot on the tile floor. I can’t even tell if it’s good or bad news. I just see how nervous he is.

Instead of saying anything, he pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and slides it across the table. It’s folded neatly, and I take a second to appreciate that he knows how much I hate messily folded papers. It’s one of my quirks.

I open the paper and begin to read.

“Dear James Bell,

We are excited to welcome you to the Masters of Fine Arts Program at Boston University! Our semester starts on August 29th, 2022. We look forward to seeing you on campus then.”

I stop reading and look up at him.

“This is great, pet,” I say. “Is this the program you were hoping to get into?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“So why do you look so sad?”

“Because that’s far away from you, Mistress.”

I do some fast thinking. “It’s what, seven hours?”

“Give or take,” he agrees.

“That’s not so far.”

He whimpers. Although he’s a client, he was my first client. I started working with him, and my client base grew until I made it my full-time job, and now I have so many submissives I don’t know what to do with them all. But what I do know is that James is my favorite. I won’t ever tell him that, but it’s the truth.

“How long is the program?” I ask.

“Three years,” he says. “But I do have breaks.”

“See, it’s fine, pet. You’ll come back to me on your breaks.” My words are kind, but I feel a little hollow in my stomach at the thought of not seeing him for months at a time. I have never allowed myself to consider having feelings for my clients. They are clients, after all. It’s bad form to get too involved with paying customers, especially ones who are just so damn cute. Like James.

“Of course I will, Ma’am.”

I can see the “but” that follows in his face, but he doesn’t say it out loud until I prompt him. “But what, pet?”

“But months away is a long time.”

He’s been my client for three years. In all that time, I’ve seen him almost every week. We certainly haven’t gone more than two weeks without seeing each other. He comes over to my space, and we start with talking. He tells me everything about his week, and then we have a session. Each session is a little different, but in the end, after he leaves, I have to masturbate at least twice to relieve the pent-up feelings I have from playing with him. I have thought many times about having him make me cum, and I am sure he would, but that crosses the line between professional Dominatrix to prostitute. (For the record, I don’t have a problem with prostitution, it’s just not what I want for myself.)

“What will I do without you, Mistress?”

I tap my long nails on the table, and they make a little clicking sound as I process this information. “I think, pet,” I say slowly, “that we can do some long-distance things. We can do phone calls and video calls.”

“But what about,” he lowers his voice, looking around to make sure no one can overhear him, “our sessions? I can’t get off if I don’t have a Dominatrix to control me.”

“I can do that, pet. Don’t worry.”

He visibly relaxes. “Are you sure, Mistress? We’ve never done anything except in person.”

“We haven’t,” I agree, “but I am confident I can help you get off.”

I watch the thought cross his mind, “But you have with others?” he asks.

I nod slowly. “Does that bother you, pet?”

He pauses, his whole body going still for a moment while he processes my question. It’s one of the things I appreciate about him. He doesn’t react without thinking it through first. “No, Mistress. I know you have other pets. I am honored to be among them.”

“Good,” I say, glancing at my watch. It’s July 29th. I have one more month with my pet before he goes to school. What will we do with our remaining time?

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Thanks for reading Chapter 2! Come back next Friday for Chapter 3, and don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday every Tuesday!

Hello readers! I am back! What does back mean? Back means that I am committing (again) to keep this blog going, and doing more than Insecure Writer’s Support Group and TMI Tuesday. Don’t worry, those aren’t going anywhere, but I want to get some more fiction out to you. So for NaNoWriMo last month, I decided to write some long-form fiction for you. I would say I aimed to write short stories, but we all know I can’t do that. It’s physically impossible for me to write something super short. So we’ll see how long it goes. The nice thing about serial fiction is that I don’t have to worry about how short or long it is. (I think my ideal length in general is novella length anyway.) So here is the first Chapter of my yet untitled story (let me know what you think of Determined Dominatrix). I’d tell you what it’s about, but I think this first chapter will give you what you need to know to get started. Trust me when I say that it’s going to be a fun read.

~Jayden

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Chapter 1:

I am overwhelmed. Completely and utterly overwhelmed. I don’t know what I was thinking when I quit my corporate job to become a full-time Dominatrix, but here we are.

I pick up the hot tea in my spill-proof mug and take a sip. It isn’t too hot. Finally. I stand up, the leather thigh-high boots making a noise against the fake leather coffee shop seat. My skirt flutters down over the tops of the boots as I smooth the pleats down on the blue fabric. The sparkly black top I’m wearing falls just to the waist of the skirt. My pale skin just peeks through when I raise my arms.

I see my client walking in the door. His jeans are tight, hugging every curve of his ass. I know they are soft and don’t restrict his movement. They’re his favorite pair. His red t-shirt hides a muscular chest with just enough hair to tickle my nose when I lay against it. He sees me and his face lights up as he walks toward me. He bows his head as he approaches and greets me on one knee, taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it.

“Hello, Mistress,” he whispers.

“Hello, pet,” I say back softly. It’s early on a Saturday morning, so there aren’t many people in the coffee shop, but it’s still a display of affection that is garnering some attention. “Come sit,” I say, moving back to my seat, leaving an empty chair across from me.

He sits, and then he looks at me. “Do you need more tea, Mistress?” he asks.

Such a good submissive. “No, pet. I just filled it before you came in.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask.

He nods, biting his lip a little. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Well go get it then, pet.”

He jumps a little, even though my tone isn’t sharp. I watch as he scampers off to the counter, orders a drink, takes the cup, and pours his coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but my pet is an addict. He can’t start his day until he has a cup. I feel similarly about tea, but I think coffee is disgusting, even when sweetened with sugar and milk. Even flavored coffee is too bitter for me.

When he returns, I notice that he hasn’t taken a sip yet, which is almost surprising since I know how much he wants to, and I know the heat of the liquid won’t bother him. But he’s not supposed to. He’s supposed to wait to be seated before me and ask permission. Even so, my giving him the instruction to get the drink could be construed as permission. I might even let that slide, but I would prefer he follow his protocols to the letter.

“Mistress, may I drink my coffee, please?”

“Yes, pet.”

We keep our voices low, even in the mostly empty coffee shop. I watch him take a grateful sip.

“Tell me what’s wrong, pet.”

He takes another swallow of coffee, and then he comes out with it. “I got some news today, Mistress.” He stops, seemingly waiting for me to tell him to continue.

Sometimes submissives can be such a chore. I stop myself from visibly rolling my eyes. I can tell whatever it is is upsetting him, and I may like to play at being a bitch, but I’m not actually. “Go on, pet,” I say instead. “Tell me your news.”

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Thanks for checking out the first installment of my Dominatrix story! Come back next Friday to see what the news is! And don’t forget to check out TMI Tuesday from Richard and me every week!