The Mistress Files (14 page)

Authors: Tiffany Reisz

“I can’t really see you having any self-esteem issues.”

“I’m pretty fond of me. You might be a little fonder of yourself if you were more comfortable with your body.”

“I am totally comfortable with my body. I like the way I look.”

“You should. You’re sexy as hell. But you’re also twenty-three years old, you’ve been sexually active for seven years now and this is the first time you’ve let a woman inside you. Being comfortable with your body isn’t just about the way you look. You have to be willing to admit that people are attracted to you, that women are going to want to touch you and be inside you. You can’t be the only one giving the pleasure and then shut yourself off to receiving it. That’s not fair to your partner. I hang around with a lot of male subs. These are men who genuinely love giving orgasms and oral sex more than they do receiving it. Burying their face in a pussy is their version of heaven. You tell them they can’t go down on you, can’t pleasure you, and they’ll drop you for a new Domme so fast your ass will bruise from the fall. They don’t want to be with a woman who doesn’t let them do the job they feel they were born for—pleasuring women. Theresa probably felt the same way about you. She might love fisting and hand jobs and playing with toys and giving the woman she loves orgasms. Did you ever think about that?”

Chris sighed and rested back on the bed again. “No...not really. I thought she’d appreciate me doing all the work.”

“Chris, baby, gorgeous...look at me.”

Chris raised her head as The Mistress pressed the dildo down into the most stubborn part of her hymen.

“I’m a motherfucking Dominatrix, sweetheart, and not even I want to be in charge all the time. Got me?”

“Got you.”

“Good. Now tell me how we’re doing here? Pain?”

Chris exhaled through her nose.

“Yes, but not a ton. It kind of burns. I thought it would feel more like tearing.”

“You are tearing.”

“I am?”

The Mistress picked up one of the gauze pads and pressed it to Chris’s vulva. She held it up.

“See? Blood. Not much though.” The Mistress threw the gauze in the trash.

“I’m bleeding?”

“A little.”

“That doesn’t freak you out?”

“Takes more than a little blood to freak out a professional sadist. Quite frankly, it takes more than a lot of blood. Plus everything is sanitized. You’ve never had sex with a man so I think it’s safe to say you’re clean. I know I’m clean. Everything in this dungeon is clean. The only thing you’ll catch from me is a little flak for being so uptight about getting penetrated. And that’s nothing but tough love.”

“I appreciate the tough love. Usually I’m the one dishing it out.”

“Today is the day you learn to take it. Ready to take it?”

“Yes. I think.”

The Mistress pursed her lips at Chris.

“Okay, yes. Definitely.”

“Good girl.” The Mistress picked up the Kingsley-sized dildo and turned the fingertip vibrator up to its highest setting. “Now take a deep breath and on the count of three, blow out hard.”

Chris nodded. “One...two...three....”

She pushed out air and The Mistress pushed in. For the first time Chris let out a genuine cry of pain.

“I know it hurts. I’m sorry,” The Mistress said with genuine sympathy. “It sucks being a woman sometimes.”

“It really does.” Chris spoke through gritted teeth. ”God damn...”

“Breathe, just breathe for me. My first time hurt like hell, too.”

“I think there is a major design flaw in the vagina.”

“I won’t argue with that,” The Mistress said, laughing. She held the dildo inside Chris with her left-hand thumb while she grabbed more gauze with her right hand. The blood was still minimal but that last thrust had definitely done the trick. “We have fucking periods, cramps, hymens, and that’s the pain not even associated with childbirth. We won’t even get into that bullshit.”

Chris laughed a little even as tears rimmed her eyes.

“So unfair.”

“But...” The Mistress began as she slowly pulled the large dildo out of Chris and sat it aside.

“But what?”

“There are some perks to being a woman.”

“Like what?” Chris sounded skeptical. The Mistress took out a tube of K-Y lubricant and squeezed it out on her fingers.

“Well...unlike most men, women can have an almost endless series of orgasms. Men run out of steam a lot faster than we do. They’re like old Lincoln Town Cars. Total gas guzzlers. Their tanks go empty real damn fast. Women are like electric battery cars. We can go forever once we’re charged up.”

“Sounds nice. I should get something battery-operated maybe.”

“Oh, honey, I’ve got more vibrators in this dungeon than Babes in Toyland has in their stockroom. I’ll give you one. Never before used, I promise. We’ll add it to Kingsley’s bill. It’ll save you the embarrassment of having to go buy one.”

“Thank you. But Kingsley’s picking me up, remember?”

“Fine. I’ll have one of the male subs around here deliver it to your place later tonight. I’ll pay him with a flogging.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that. Getting drunk and confessing my hymen issues to Kingsley needs to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve done this week. I think walking around carrying a vibrator would be the only thing worse.”

“You don’t know Kingsley very well. He’s probably give you more pointers about the vibe than I could,” The Mistress said as she pushed her lube-covered fingers into Chris. The cool liquid was meant to help soothe the soreness. “I’ll send you an insertable kind. Sometimes the hymen heals closed. You’ll want to keep that from happening.”

“You mean it’s medically expedient for me to use a vibrator?”

“Doctor’s orders,” The Mistress said, massaging inside Chris, who seemed to be enjoying the sensation. With the vibrator on her clitoris and only two fingers inside her vagina, Chris started to pant a little. “And use it to orgasm, too. Don’t think of it as a substitute penis. Lesbians who use vibrators do not have penis envy. Penises have vibrator envy. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“More doctor’s orders—lay there and close your eyes. After all you’ve been through today you deserve an orgasm.”

“You’re going to give me an orgasm?”

“Why not? Any objections?”

“No...I guess not.”

“You have a freshly opened vagina. We need to take it for a test drive.”

“You’re really into cars, aren’t you?”

“Oh, honey, you have no idea...” The Mistress rubbed the tips of her fingers into Chris’s G-spot. Chris’s head fell back and her hands clenched at the sheet again, this time in obvious pleasure and not pain. The Mistress took her time, exploring inside Chris, touching everything inside her with gently probing fingers. She poured out more lube and inserted three fingers back into her. The pain didn’t even seem to register on Chris. A soft moan escaped her lips, a shudder passed through her body.

“Good?”

“Very good,” Chris said, a slightly breathy purr in her voice.

“You have to admit there’s something to be said for laying there and letting someone pleasure you.”

“I’m starting to see, I mean, feel that.”

The Mistress focused all her attention on giving Chris as much pleasure as possible. She teased her clitoris, spread her fingers inside her, thrust in and out carefully with her hand. She took her fingers out and pushed in a smaller insertable-style vibrator. Chris’s back arched off the table. The Mistress loved her female clients. With her male clients she never gave hand jobs, never had sex with them. She poured pain onto them and into them and if they wanted to come, they handled that themselves while she watched and gave orders.

Giving orgasms to female clients never felt like prostitution to her. More like a public service. A pubic service even.

For the next five minutes, The Mistress focused all her concentration on Chris’s pleasure, bringing her close to orgasm and pulling back again, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back. The Mistress wanted to make Chris come so hard her IQ dropped and her face melted.

“Don’t come yet....” The Mistress said. “Keep breathing through it. Let it build some more.”

“It’s building....” Chris dug her hand into her stomach as if willing the pleasure to stay in.

“Keep your thighs wide. I know you want to bear down and close them. Fight that urge off.”

“Fighting...”

The Mistress pressed the end of the vibrator into Chris’s G-spot. That did it. Chris shuddered so hard the stirrups rattled. With a quiet cry, Chris came and came and came. She came so much The Mistress felt warm fluid on her fingers. Finally Chris jerked back as the orgasm peaked and crested.

Chris laid back on the bed and panted while The Mistress turned all the equipment off and sat it on a towel.

“You okay there?” she asked as Chris laughed tiredly. She looked spent and happy. Perfect.

“I. Am. Awesome.”

“You absolutely are.”

“And I’m pretty sure I can’t feel my legs.”

“Hmm...I’ve never paralyzed someone from giving them a hard orgasm before. This is one for the record books.”

“Marry me.”

“I can’t do that. Not in this state anyway. Civil commitment ceremony instead?”

“I’ll send out the invites.”

Chris started to roll up and The Mistress waved her to lay back down.

“You might have some brain damage after that orgasm. Just relax until we’re sure you haven’t suffered any irreversible consequences.”

The Mistress soaked a few gauze pads in some saline solution and cleaned the blood and lubricant off Chris. She handed her a panty liner in case she started bleeding again.

“You can get dressed now. I’m going to clean up and meet you in the other room. Walk slowly. Don’t faint.”

Chris sat up and looked around blinking. The Mistress watched Chris dress from the corner of her eye while she washed blood and lube off her hands.

In the bedroom antechamber Chris leaned against the bedpost and smiled. The Mistress glanced at the clock.

“It’s been an hour. Should I let Dad in?” The Mistress asked as she headed for the door.

“Let him in. I might need him to carry me out.”

The Mistress opened the door and Kingsley rushed in without a word to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, giving Chris a once—and then twice-over.

“I’m amazing.” She collapsed against Kingsley’s chest with an exhausted sigh. “I like her so much....”

“What did you do to her?” Kingsley looked at Chris’s beaming face with suspicion. The broad, happy smile and relaxed posture was a far cry from the tense, nervous young woman who’d been waiting in this room and hour ago.

“I did exactly what I said I’d do,” The Mistress said as she waved at the door. “I gave her my A-game. And my O-Game.”

END OF SESSION

That sadly was Chris’s only visit to my dungeon. Vanilla people don’t come down here very often. And if they do, they never come back. I heard that Chris and Theresa got back together a few weeks later and are now apartment-hunting. They really weren’t kidding about the lesbians and U-Haul thing, were they?

[Appended note to Kingsley and not for the files] Speaking of sexy androgynous lesbians...it’s none of my business, but you should really call Sam. I know it hurts to talk to her. But I called her after Chris left, and Sam said she misses you, too. She’s gave me a message to give you. “I’m finally getting married, King. You’re my best man. Whether you come to the wedding or not, that second sentence is still true.”]

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Tiffany
Reisz
is the author of the highly acclaimed series The Original Sinners. Slightly shameless, Tiffany dropped out of a conservative Southern seminary in order to pursue a career as a writer. This move, while possibly putting her eternal salvation in peril, has worked out better than she anticipated. She has five piercings, one tattoo and has been arrested only twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany writes erotica and erotic romance and is diligent in doing all her own research, and lives and writes by the erotica writer’s creed: it’s not erotica until someone gets hurt.

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