Chapter One
The whip snapped with just enough
force to bring a low cry from Angela. When I used the twelve foot
Australian leather in a scene it always drew a large crowd. I heard
their breathing and I could feel the sexual excitement in the air.
I stayed in the zone and so did my sweet sub; Angela was one of my
favorites to work with.
Moisture beaded along my hairline
as my arm came up and flicked the whip again. Red welts
systematically appeared down her body; just enough to leave a fine
line but never break the skin. This is what the members of the
Mediterranean Club paid for. Though calling it a club was going
slightly overboard.
MC was a BDSM dive. I had worked
here for three years and done everything from tend bar to
discipline subs. My current role of enacting scenes for the
questionable crowd was my favorite. I blanked out the whispered
voices, the smell of sex, and too many bodies. Angela needed
me.
I was fortunate the owner
appreciated the crowd I brought in and let me decorate, clean, and
maintain my own alcove. I also had a small office off the back
where I could soothe and comfort my patrons after I finished
breaking down their submissive barriers.
I gave Angela a brief respite so I
could adjust the speed of the vibrator clenched within her tight
pussy. Her moans became louder and I rotated my wrist ready for the
next round with the whip. Snap ; I loved the sound when it
popped against flesh.
Finally she could no longer hold
back her screams and she found release; her orgasm rippling through
her body carrying the crowd with her. Many of the watchers pulled
their subs aside to private areas for a small moment of relief
before the next show started. I had one more exhibition for the
evening and then I could go home. I hadn’t used my vibrator in more
than a week and I needed a little fantasy time.
I removed the juicy pleasure toy
from between Angela’s legs and assisted Raul in releasing the
sobbing woman from her bindings. He carried her nude body into my
small private domain and gently placed her on a tall padded
bench.
"I'll take it from here Raul,
thank you."
"Yes Mistress Lydia." His eyes
never looked into mine.
Angela lay down on her side shuddering and trying to
control her emotions.
I walked over, ran my hand gently
through her hair, and helped her sit up to take the sip of the
water I offered.
"Thank you Mistress."
“You did wonderful tonight Angela,
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful and responsive.” I
kissed her on the cheek then took out a bottle of my own special
blend of oil to coat the red welts I left on her skin. I also
wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any lasting damage. There was
no sign of blood or torn skin but I liked to assure myself my subs
were okay before they left my private room.
"Lay back sweetheart and I'll get you fixed up so
you feel better."
"Yes Mistress."
I helped her to her stomach and
began soothing the oil into the soft skin of her legs, back, and
butt. "Tell me about your week." I kept my voice gentle. This was
her time and she needed a reward for giving me her trust. I
listened attentively and made the right sounds of encouragement
when called for.
"He didn't call. I waited all week
and now I know he won't be back. I loved him but he couldn’t accept
what I needed."
"When’s the last time you saw your
therapist Angela?”
“I saw her two weeks ago and she
told me Aaron probably wasn’t the guy for me but I was still hoping
he would give us a chance.”
“Is that why you requested I use
the whip tonight?"
"Yes Mistress, I needed to forget the rest of the
world. Thank you."
My hands continued to glide gently
over her firm buttocks and upper thighs. Angela's body was
beautiful. If I was gay, I would be in love with this messed up
beautiful woman. The men in her life were stupid. “Turn over and
let me get the front.”
I began rubbing the oil into her
breasts, upper thighs, and stomach. Towards the end of the scene,
The whip snapped with just enough
force to bring a low cry from Angela. When I used the twelve foot
Australian leather in a scene it always drew a large crowd. I heard
their breathing and I could feel the sexual excitement in the air.
I stayed in the zone and so did my sweet sub; Angela was one of my
favorites to work with.
Moisture beaded along my hairline
as my arm came up and flicked the whip again. Red welts
systematically appeared down her body; just enough to leave a fine
line but never break the skin. This is what the members of the
Mediterranean Club paid for. Though calling it a club was going
slightly overboard.
MC was a BDSM dive. I had worked
here for three years and done everything from tend bar to
discipline subs. My current role of enacting scenes for the
questionable crowd was my favorite. I blanked out the whispered
voices, the smell of sex, and too many bodies. Angela needed
me.
I was fortunate the owner
appreciated the crowd I brought in and let me decorate, clean, and
maintain my own alcove. I also had a small office off the back
where I could soothe and comfort my patrons after I finished
breaking down their submissive barriers.
I gave Angela a brief respite so I
could adjust the speed of the vibrator clenched within her tight
pussy. Her moans became louder and I rotated my wrist ready for the
next round with the whip. Snap ; I loved the sound when it
popped against flesh.
Finally she could no longer hold
back her screams and she found release; her orgasm rippling through
her body carrying the crowd with her. Many of the watchers pulled
their subs aside to private areas for a small moment of relief
before the next show started. I had one more exhibition for the
evening and then I could go home. I hadn’t used my vibrator in more
than a week and I needed a little fantasy time.
I removed the juicy pleasure toy
from between Angela’s legs and assisted Raul in releasing the
sobbing woman from her bindings. He carried her nude body into my
small private domain and gently placed her on a tall padded
bench.
"I'll take it from here Raul,
thank you."
"Yes Mistress Lydia." His eyes
never looked into mine.
Angela lay down on her side shuddering and trying to
control her emotions.
I walked over, ran my hand gently
through her hair, and helped her sit up to take the sip of the
water I offered.
"Thank you Mistress."
“You did wonderful tonight Angela,
I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful and responsive.” I
kissed her on the cheek then took out a bottle of my own special
blend of oil to coat the red welts I left on her skin. I also
wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any lasting damage. There was
no sign of blood or torn skin but I liked to assure myself my subs
were okay before they left my private room.
"Lay back sweetheart and I'll get you fixed up so
you feel better."
"Yes Mistress."
I helped her to her stomach and
began soothing the oil into the soft skin of her legs, back, and
butt. "Tell me about your week." I kept my voice gentle. This was
her time and she needed a reward for giving me her trust. I
listened attentively and made the right sounds of encouragement
when called for.
"He didn't call. I waited all week
and now I know he won't be back. I loved him but he couldn’t accept
what I needed."
"When’s the last time you saw your
therapist Angela?”
“I saw her two weeks ago and she
told me Aaron probably wasn’t the guy for me but I was still hoping
he would give us a chance.”
“Is that why you requested I use
the whip tonight?"
"Yes Mistress, I needed to forget the rest of the
world. Thank you."
My hands continued to glide gently
over her firm buttocks and upper thighs. Angela's body was
beautiful. If I was gay, I would be in love with this messed up
beautiful woman. The men in her life were stupid. “Turn over and
let me get the front.”
I began rubbing the oil into her
breasts, upper thighs, and stomach. Towards the end of the scene,
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