“Good afternoon, Sissy Boy,” Mistress Krystal uttered in her usual patronizing tone. Sissy Boy said nothing. “You may enter the playroom. Take off that very nice suit and hang it up over there. I want you naked. Do it.”
She stood and watched Sissy Boy strip off. Tara could only hear from the secluded kitchen, she couldn’t see what was happening and was too freaked out to look. She hadn’t heard Clem’s voice respond yet and now she was about to be introduced to her naked husband. This was not going as she’d imagined. She didn’t think she’d feel this way but it was too late to back out now. He was sure to recognize her the minute she stepped into that room and he would simply die of embarrassment. So would she, dressed up in this ridiculous costume.
What was she thinking?
“Today, we’re going to be doing things a little differently,” Tara heard Mistress Krystal say. Still Sissy Boy remained silent. “You’re going to meet a new mistress. Her name is Mistress Angel.” Mistress Krystal glanced over towards the kitchen and extended a beckoning arm. “Enter, Mistress Angel and meet Sissy Boy.”
Tara was frozen to the spot.
She couldn’t do it
.
No, she wouldn’t obey her demand.
Mistress Krystal repeated her order, louder this time. “I said
enter
, Mistress Angel and meet Sissy Boy!”
It was useless to think of changing her plan now. Tara had no way to escape now. She took a very deep breath, pushed open the kitchen door and slowly walked into the playroom, her eyes downcast in the dim light.
Sissy Boy turned to see who would be taking over the session. His eyes widened when he saw the black leather and latex clad vision of sexuality walk across the floor towards him. Tara looked up slowly and to her utter astonishment she saw a naked man she’d never seen before.
Clem sat in his car and banged his head against the headrest. He clenched his jaw tight.
Where had it all gone so wrong?
Fitz had stitched him up good and proper and not only had he gotten away with it, he also had the boss’s blessing. What Clem couldn’t fathom was whether Frank Bergenson had turned on him or had Fitz finessed the old man so sweetly that he was letting Frank do his bidding?
Clem wondered how events could play out if he took the best of Chuck Svensen’s campaigns to Louisville and used it to try and un-sell the campaign Fitz had pitched. But it was double jeopardy. If Clem pitched to Rebakor and Molinaire didn’t buy it, then that’d weaken Clem even further. If Molinaire liked it, he would be the hero and it would oust Fitz. But this would have to be a strictly clandestine operation. No one should know he was going. Not even the creatives who’d worked on it. If Fitz could pull off that stunt then he certainly could too. There was still time. It was Friday and the meeting with Rebakor and Molinaire was still scheduled for Tuesday of next week. Clem did a U-turn and headed back towards downtown. He needed to get those campaigns Chuck Svensen’s guys had concepted before they got trashed.
Hurrying out of the elevator and back towards his office, Justine was still finishing up for the day. Clem went straight into his office.
“I need those layouts.”
“What layouts?” Justine followed him.
“The ones Chuck brought to the meeting two hours ago. I’m gonna fly down to Louisville and sell them to Molinaire. You can’t mention this to anyone, understand?”
“Clem. Can I have quick word?”
“Now where the fuck are they?” Clem rummaged through a pile of old layouts on his desk. Justine closed the door behind her.
“You can’t go to Louisville.”
“Oh, really? Just watch me. I’ve gotta find those damn ads.”
“Clem. You’re wasting your time.”
“What are you talking about?” Clem looked up.
“Rosanne told me Mr. Bergenson invited Fitz to meet the board next week. He’s got the job, Clem.”
It was like the blood had suddenly drained out of Clem’s face as he turned a whiter shade of pale. Justine certainly hadn’t planned on being the bearer of bad news especially as she cared so much about her boss but she had to stop him from making a fool of himself. Like Clem, she also knew the consequences of Fitz getting into power at the agency. There would be a cull and she would be the second casualty for sure after Clem when the axe fell.
Clem sat down and slumped forward holding his head in his hands. Justine’s eyes started to well up. She knew how conscientious he was and how hard he’d worked every day since she’d been his personal assistant.
“Sorry you had to hear it from me, Clem. Please don’t shoot the messenger,” Justine pleaded. He looked up at her with the expression of a beaten man.
“Thanks for telling me, Justine. Go home. Enjoy the weekend. It’s going to be pretty out.” Clem gave her a gentle hug. “And cancel my trip to Louisville next Tuesday. Waste of fucking time that’d be.”
Sissy Boy stared salaciously at Tara’s thigh high shiny black boots. Mistress Krystal slapped his face, not hard, but with enough force to get his attention. Tara said nothing; still surprised and very relieved that she wasn’t standing face to face with her husband.
Mistress Krystal winked at Tara.
“Sissy Boy will do whatever you tell him to do, won’t you Sissy Boy?” Mistress Krystal glared daggers at the naked man who finally broke his silence.
“Yes, Mistress. I will do whatever Mistress Angel desires.”
“Yes, you will.”
“Mistress Angel is very beautiful, Mistress.”
“Yes, she is. And she will be obeyed. Understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Mistress Angel, he’s all yours. Do with him what you will.”
Tara nodded as Mistress K gave Tara a reassuring glance then left her alone in the playroom with Sissy Boy. “I will be watching everything,” she told them both.
Sissy Boy and Tara stared at each other for a few seconds but it seemed like an eternity. This man wasn’t like the others. He didn’t act submissive. Tara was terrified of this unknown naked male standing before her waiting to be told what to do. She hoped her hooded mask disguised any look of fear on her face.
“You’re very beautiful, Mistress Angel,” Sissy Boy said quietly.
“Don’t say a word,” Tara ordered. He was much younger than the judge and in far better shape than Mr. Winkle. He was handsome too, and he was talking out of turn. Tara didn’t like being spoken to. It was making her very uneasy. This Sissy Boy character had an air of mischief about him.
“Can I lick you, Mistress Angel? Can I? Please?”
“Shut up,” said Tara, more firmly this time.
“I want to lick you,” Sissy Boy insisted, giving her a smile which creeped her out. “Let me lick you, please.”
“And I told you to zip it, Sissy Boy.” Tara knew that if she so even glanced to wherever Mistress Krystal had gone, she would lose any control she might have in the room. “Shut up means shut up. Unless I ask you a question. Got it?”
“Yes, Mistress Angel.”
Tara didn’t have the first clue how she was going to start the session. She looked at the rack of equipment hanging on the wall but that only confused her more. She needed guidance but it was too late to ask teacher now. To looked back at her naked subject.
“What would you like me to do today, Sissy Boy?”
“Anything you want to, Mistress,” Sissy Boy replied quietly, not helping any. She took hold of a small flogger and turned and stood behind the naked man. She was surprised to see his back was heavily tattooed. It looked like demonic depiction of Hades with skulls and flames and naked torsos.
“What the…..? Stop!”
Sissy Boy grabbed her left ankle and frantically began licking her boots. She jumped backwards and out of his grasp then swung back her right leg and kicked Sissy Boy hard in the back, instinctively trying to protect her expensive footwear.
Whaaam!
“Ooooofff!”
He fell forwards and lay sprawled on the hardwood floor. Tara immediately felt compelled to help him up but stopped herself as she saw Sissy Boy begin to crawl back to her footwear and resume his compulsion to smear her boots in his saliva.
He wasn’t in pain, he was in Heaven.
Tara swung back her leg and slammed a Beckhamesque right-footed kick, this time straight into Sissy Boy’s mouth.
Craack!
Sissy Boy fell backwards holding his jaw, a trickle of blood ran down on to his chin. Tara had caused him some real pain now but was annoyed and scared with her client’s manic behavior, though she daren’t show any fear. She had to maintain
control.
“Have you any idea how much these boots cost? Damn you!” Sissy Boy bowed his head in shame as he lay face down at her feet.
“Sorry, sorry, Mistress Angel. I deserve to be punished, Mistress. Please punish me,” he begged.
As Tara looked down at the pathetic, bleeding Sissy Boy, his long tongue began to dart in and out between his bloody lips, like a salivating lizard.
“No, you don’t!” Tara had had enough of this crap. She didn’t want his spit on her boots let alone blood. She wasn’t putting up with this shit anymore. “Stand up!”
Sissy Boy stood obediently. Tara took the small flogger back to the rack and put it back in its place.
This guy needed to be taught a lesson.
She grabbed the biggest whip on the rack and cracked it. Sissy Boy looked around at her.
“Don’t look at me. Look straight ahead.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And shut up. On your knees. Lean forward.”
Sissy Boy crouched down, exposing his tattooed back. Tara stood several feet away and took a practice swing. Then she flashed the bullwhip down hard across his back.
Craaaack!
He stayed motionless, not uttering a sound. Whether she’d left a mark was hard to tell with so much ink on his back. She brought the lash down on him a second time.
Craaaack!
Again, no reaction. Tara wondered if her whippery was not really up to snuff or if her client had no working nerve endings. She walked over to her prostrate victim and dug her stiletto into his side. He groaned. She could see the flesh on his back welting up. She’d made her mark all right but it seemed he wanted more. As she pondered her next move, Sissy Boy leapt across the floor onto her latex boots once again flashing his tongue out like a Komodo dragon.
He wrapped his arms around both her feet and frantically started licking her footwear again. But now his penis was fully erect. Tara struggled to keep her balance. She cracked the butt end of the whip down hard on the back of Sissy Boy’s head but he had her firmly in his grasp. She fell backwards landing with a thump on her rear end. She kicked herself free and quickly got back up on her feet again.
“Crap!”
Whaaam!
Tara booted Sissy Boy hard in the side of his neck with a kick of such viciousness, he fell backwards.
“Take that, you sick fuck!” Tara screamed.
“Whaaaaamm!
She swung her leg back again and smashed him in the mouth this time, at which point Mistress Krystal decided it might be a good idea to take over proceedings. She motioned for Tara to leave the playroom.
Blood was now pouring from Sissy Boy’s mouth. His lip was badly swollen and it seemed he’d lost a tooth but if he was in pain he wasn’t making much fuss about it. He smiled and wiped away the blood as Tara slammed the kitchen door behind her.
“You’ve annoyed Mistress Angel, Sissy Boy,” Mistress Krystal said sternly.
“I apologize, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress Angel,” he mumbled through his swollen, bloody lips as he crawled on all fours towards Mistress Krystal’s black stilettos and began gently licking them like a kitten lapping a saucer of milk.
Behind the closed kitchen door, Tara was shaken up. She wiped the saliva and blood off her beautiful heeled boots with a paper towel. She felt her first one-on-one session had probably gone as badly as it could have. But that was a creepy guy and she really didn’t have any regrets about kicking the living daylights out of him. What really irked her was that the pervert had enjoyed it.
And where the fuck was Clem?
Back in the playroom, Sissy Boy was now licking his way up to the top of Mistress Krystal’s stockinged leg while stroking his stiff penis.
“If you promise to behave, Mistress Angel will come back out here and join us. Won’t you Mistress Angel?” Mistress Krystal yelled out loud enough for Tara to hear. That was the last thing she wanted to do.
Tara took a deep breath and obeyed her teacher’s instruction. She pushed open the kitchen door and walked slowly back in to the playroom. Sissy Boy looked up to see her approach him but this time she kept her distance.
“Stand right there, Mistress Angel. That’s right. Sissy Boy wants to look at you while he has his fun.”
Tara stood a good ten feet from the now squatting, masturbating man. As he jerked himself harder, his groaning got louder with each messy lick of the top of Mistress Krystal’s stockings but all the while his unblinking eyes gazed fixedly on Tara. Mistress Krystal just stood there letting him do his nasty thing while Tara’s expression of utter disgust seemed only to turn him on even more. She looked away not wanting to watch what she knew was coming.
After a few minutes of groans culminating in a series of pig-like grunts, Sissy Boy climaxed ejaculating sticky dollops of white semen over his mistress’s black stilettos.
“Ahhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhhhh….” he groaned ecstatically. The two women stood silently by as Sissy Boy convulsed and jerked in an orgasmic spasm that Tara found totally repugnant.
“Clean it up!” Mistress Krystal ordered.
A far more docile Sissy Boy obeyed, licking up his own semen from her soiled footwear but still his eyes watched Tara stomp back towards the kitchen. Tara paced up and down, still high on adrenalin. Moments later, Mistress Krystal joined her.
“That was, without question, the freakiest most fucked up thing I’ve ever had the misfortune to be part of. What a creep!” Tara yelled, angry that Mistress Krystal had dropped her in the deep end with the depraved Sissy Boy.
“You’ll get over it.”
“Creepy, creepy! Crap! I can’t believe I just saw that.” Tara kept pacing but Mistress Krystal seemed unfazed. “Why’d you pick him to be my first solo client?”