Strictly Business (2 page)

A four and a half inch long cock cage with its unforgiving and meticulously crafted shiny stainless steel. Completed by two keys, it would defeat even the most daring of escapologists.

A strap-on harness made of the finest buck leather, and cleverly complemented by two inter-changeable sleek silicone dildos, one red and one black. The red one being a full-on ass filling eight inches of pure penetrative pleasure, and the black, a more subtle five inches, designed with the apprentices of ass fucking in mind. Both however, synonymous with penetrative pegging play.

A perfectly crafted and curvaceous nine inch dildo constructed from toughened borosilicate glass, temptingly ribbed teasing texture, whilst at the same time effortlessly smooth and super strong. Ideal for P-Spot stimulation and finished off with a tapered bulb at the very end. Daringly delicious when chilled, and I had spotted an ice maker on the landing as I had left the lift which would suffice superbly.

One ostentatious red and black leather cat o' nine tails whip, formulated for only the finest of floggings and two rather more practical leather spanking paddles. One of which was far more forgiving and becoming of beginner's buttocks and the other a heavy duty affliction with three perfectly formed slappers, capable of disciplining even the most disrespectful and impertinent submissives.

A new and unused 2 metre length of 2mm black leather thong cord, a fundamental requirement in the art of tie and tease, one pair of naughty nipple clamps to administer a little light pain and a red and black ball gag to suppress those submissive squeals. These were accompanied by a myriad of miscellaneous essentials, such as water-based anal relaxant lube, baby wipes, black non latex nitrile powder free gloves, ever indispensable tissues, and the crucial condoms, in black of course, in readiness of the obligatory over-enthusiastic cock.

With tenacity and sheer persistence I managed to manoeuvre the bed restraints into position, securely sandwiching them between the bed base and the mattress, so that there was a cuff at each corner. In preparation, I disengaged the Velcro fastening on each one ensuring ease of access when needed. Then, with military precision, I laid out the other items one by one, each having their own specific spot, relevant to their place in the proceedings. For example, the cock cage with its steely equi-distant rings is always first in the queue because it's always best to use this early on before sub's manhood becomes so engorged it's futile even trying to corral a cock into it. Next on hand needs to be the lube, ready and waiting in prime position to lubricate the willing and waiting ass. Alongside the lube lay the trilogy of butt plugs, lined up and stood to attention like liquorice love letters. Adjacent to the tantalisingly erect torpedoes are the reclining strap-ons, invariably the last to be utilised as it's only when the accepting ass cavity is suitably relaxed that full penetration can commence.

Amidst all the activity, I felt increasingly calm and collected, and as time progressed, I found myself provoked into a progressive state of arousal, and the dampness which was evident in my panties was testament to this. With only the last few minutes remaining until the knowing knock at the door would herald the session's start, it was at last the moment for Mistress to don her ‘uniform'.

I disrobed from my civilian clothes and removed my lingerie, carefully placing it on the shelf in the wardrobe. The dress code was simple and under stated, but screamed Dominatrix. I slipped on a luxurious leather thong. Onyx in colour, it was perfectly apportioned to eclipse my pussy but showcase my behind, exasperating the subs lucky enough to see it. Next, I squeezed into my hand-made and skin tight black leather corset dress. Steel boned, lined in satin and fully tailored, it had over the numerous occasions it had been worn, moulded to fit the contours of my body perfectly. The sweetheart bust line, meant my tits always teasingly teetered on the brink of escape but never quite achieved full liberation. Adorned with elegant cord lacing to the rear and a modesty panel, it was fixed in place by seven busk fasteners, which thankfully I was able to secure single-handedly. Finished off by six feature suspender loops, I skilfully attached a pair of provocative black stockings embellished with a red seam. The whole outfit was completed by stepping into a pair of red six inch heels direct from Pleaser, USA in the same shade of red as my lipstick and nails, aptly titled Lust, Pantone colour 1788.

Conventionally prompt, business boy's knock on the door came at precisely half an hour after I had left him in the bar. I opened the door to be greeted by a man that seemed strangely smaller in stature, but nevertheless I gestured for him to come in. His apprehension was apparent and his nerves noticeable as he crossed not only the threshold but what appeared to also be for him, an invisible and significant line. I was sure that in business boy's other world he was ultra-powerful and continuously in control but in the domain of a Dominatrix there is a power shift. A juxtaposition prevails where intentions that some would argue are immoral, are unstated but understood.

“Mistress, please may I say how amazing you look?” sub asked, his politeness was obviously programmed into his hard-wiring.

“You may” I replied, adding “On the condition that you worship Goddess in any way that she sees fit”.

I could see sub's surprise at my suggestion as he clearly wasn't used to being told what to do. However, he did not hesitate in offering his unequivocal pledge to servitude even if it was only in a transitory kingdom of kink. With deliberately exaggerated hip movements I made my way towards the occasional chair and conspicuously made myself comfortable, crossing my luscious nylon clad legs, ensuring that there was a gentle glimpse of stocking top. My posture and authoritative aura left sub in no doubt that for this afternoon, at least, the power rested firmly with Mistress. As I settled in to my throne, I felt an air of dominance exude from deep within me and subsequently emanate into the developing dynamic. I was ready to begin another journey and take Dom not dom with me.

As sub stood before me, head bowed, arms alongside almost akin to some poor pitiful wretch at the court of an all-powerful monarch, I dutifully surveyed my land.

“Take off your shirt” I commanded, my eyes never once leaving my slave in waiting.

Dutifully, sub removed his attire. His chest was toned, and his pecs were visible despite being covered in chest hair that had definitely developed way beyond puberty. Next, I directed him to remove his boots, socks and jeans. He had omitted to wear any form of underwear and this had resulted in a now stark bollock naked sub standing before a slightly startled but significantly impressed Mistress. With a semi erection and no pubic hair, shaved as advised, his cock projected forth, its pre-cum oozing and pooling before dripping on to the floor. For such a strong man, sub seemed suitably subdued, exposing a suggestive sense of vulnerability as I beckoned him closer for a full inspection and appraisal.

My next demand was informed by the fact that I suddenly remembered he had a formidable fetish for heels.

“On your knees sub and worship my fucking heels”.

Sub obeyed my dictat directly, dropping to his knees and immediately started licking the front of my precious Pleasers. His tongue embracing every inch of the patent pleasure givers and making the aptly entitled footwear shiny with its wetness. Making his way to the rear of the shoe and commencing at the counter and working down to the heel, I could see his dick had hardened further and that juices were freely escaping from the tip of his penis. It was time to ramp it up and turn a pair of perfect Pleasers into shoes of prey as I commanded him to deep throat the heels like a proper prick sucking sissy would, consistently chastising him for making such a mess on an otherwise perfectly clean carpet. At no time did sub dare to make eye contact with Mistress, but simply continued to suck and lick and lick and suck until my footwear was proficiently polished.

“Well done sub, you have shown Mistress respect”. I acknowledged his efforts.

“Mistress feels sub has earned a small reward for his paltry efforts, so you can arise from your knees and bend your ass over that work desk over there”. I pointed to the multi-purpose dressing table at the end of the bed.

With added advice of “and make sure you grab on tight” the half humiliated sub made his way across the room and I followed, on arrival using my well-heeled foot to spread his legs as far apart as they would go. This would stop sub from being able to clench his butt cheeks and make his ass perfectly relaxed, expose his hole and his balls and detain him in a position of desired humiliation.

“Now it seems to me sub that you're an educated kind of man, and I would imagine that such a sub can count particularly well, is that correct?”. I canvassed him for an appropriate answer.

His reply was conveyed somewhat nervously, “ Yes Mistress, that is correct, I can count”.

“Of course it's fucking correct you worthless sub, it's correct because Mistress says it's fucking correct” came my retort, wholly worthy of a leather decked Domina.

Sub grovelled apologetically. “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress, of course Mistress”.

With a disinterested disposition I furthered the conversation. “Then pick a number between ten and twenty and add a further ten to that”.

Sub hesitated, which infuriated me. “In your own time sub, but today would be fucking nice” I growled.

“Err, erm, seventeen Mistress, seventeen, so, erm add ten... that makes twenty seven Mistress, twenty seven” came the eventual response.

“Then twenty seven it is sub” I offered in agreement, “And what is twenty seven divided by three sub?”

“Nine Mistress, it's nine”. Sub didn't linger before giving his response this time.

“Nine it is. Correct again sub, what a clever boy. So by Mistress' reckoning that's nine spanks from each of my floggers”, with which I picked up the smaller of the two black leather paddles and made my presence felt across sub's right buttock, the ensuing rosy glow demonstrating its appreciation.

Sub flinched a little as the slap touched base with the bare skin. “Count sub, how many was that?”

“One Mistress, thank you Mistress”. To which I landed another perfect aim but this time to his left buttock.

“Two Mistress, thank you Mistress” came sub's obligatory gratitude, and with it another blushing butt cheek. With only a fleeting flinch from sub, I continued to chasten him until I had reached the regulation nine spanks.

The subsequent slaps were to be administered by the paddle that was formed of three individual floggers. Its design delivering a stinging sensation which lingers and consequently makes it not for the faint-hearted. However, in proficient hands and held in the correct position it is easy to spank a sub's rear-end at the correct angle, whilst limiting the possibility of a blow falling too high or too low.

As I utilised my ‘upper-hand' to impart the tenth lash, sub let out a distinct ‘argh', and in compliance articulated the correct number. Almost instantaneously tiny red welts began to appear on his deliciously exposed ass. Each lash delivered a satisfying thwack sound as it made contact with each alternate ass cheek, and every time sub continued to count correctly. As the eighteenth stroke was imparted, sub's skin was blistered on his now ruby red behind but his dick was dripping with delight.

Befitting of the finale to come sub protruded his ass further, inviting Mistress to let the cat out of the bag. In response I reached for my piece de resistance, a beautiful yet brutal cat o' nine tails. As sacred as its name sake in ancient Egypt and capable of conveying formidable flagellation, it would leave scratches reminiscent of a feline and distribute sexual intensity from top to toe. Indeed, an accomplished masterpiece worthy of its place in any BDSM armoury. Progressively building up a rhythm and utilising both hands I deftly administered the nine woven and knotted flails, methodically inflicting nine lucky whip marks which of course would heal without any scars. As I sagely explained to sub, people's greatest punishment usually comes from themselves.

Whilst ‘The 27 Club' is often associated with bad luck, for business boy it was his lucky number, and if eyes are seen as windows to the soul, then sub's showed me that this lustful sinner was consumed with sexual gratification. Nevertheless, Domination is very much about pacing the pleasure and I felt it only fair to offer sub some rest and recuperation and a little down time from this Dominatrix.

“On the bed sub, on your back, arms and legs at each corner”.

Once sub had positioned himself as instructed, the next step was to secure him in place, ensuring that any cunning escape plot he may have would be satisfactorily foiled. In readiness, sub eagerly assisted by offering up his wrists and ankles to Mistress' bondage. I reciprocated by fastening the fur lined cuffs tight around his limbs and despite sub making a pathetic but failed bid for freedom, he was left suitably spread-eagled on the bed. His cock had softened somewhat which made it an opportune moment to encase it in the stainless steel cock cage and commit it to a temporary life of enforced chastity. In preparation I pulled on a pair of the black gloves I had brought with me and grabbed the offending item which actually comes in two separate sections. The first thing you must do when fitting a two-piece chastity device is to position the cock ring. There are two types of ring, a solid one and a hinged one. Which to use it very much a matter of personal choice, although my preferred design is the latter as they are so much easier to fit and the hinge itself can often cause a little discomfort which is not a bad thing. It's the cock ring that holds the whole device in place securely, which means fitting it correctly is very important.

Opening the ring as far it would go I placed it behind sub's balls and closed it. Applying a small amount of lube to sub's glans and shaft I placed the tip of his penis in the cage and gently glided the rest of it down his cock until it was fully installed and could go no further. Lining the hole in the cage with that in the cock ring, I secured the padlock in place. The telling click signifying to sub that he was locked and loaded and should be ready to embrace his prescribed celibacy, and his whimper telling Mistress that the rigid cage was unforgivingly restrictive. I afforded sub a cursory glance and offered some rudimentary advice, “I think Mistress should make you shut the fuck up sub!”.