Steel Boned Corset Chronicles: Her Comeback as a Dominatrix Volume 3
Romance, Erotica, Taboo, Erotica Shorts, BDSM
| Author: | Candy Kross | ISBN: | 1230000223460 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead | Publication: | March 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Candy Kross |
| ISBN: | 1230000223460 |
| Publisher: | Vince Stead |
| Publication: | March 6, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It had been a couple of weeks since I “inherited” the dungeon from Master Azrael… err.. I mean Miles. I had trained the girls, Ally, Meg and Sherry and Julie was helping with customer service and accounting. In the interview of the three girls, I had assessed that Ally was more on the dominant side, Meg was neutral and Sherry was on the submissive side. But, I also trained them to change up when I needed them to.
In this business, flexibility was also a good quality to have. You never know when you are going to need someone to be a dominant or someone to be a submissive.
I had gone shopping and bought some new devices that the dungeon didn’t have. I also bought new slave outfits for the girls. I leaned more towards the halter top / mini skirt look. No panties and no bra. It was more demeaning that way. The male submissive clients always wore vinyl shorts with no underwear or just be completely naked.
We had a client this afternoon, so after running some errands, I went over to the dungeon. It was a first time client and it was a male.
He was a young kid, he had just turned 21 and his friends had all chipped in and bought him time with me. He had several fantasies he wanted to live out. One was being with an older woman and the other was being with two women at the same time. Both scenarios, he wanted to be dominated.
After the pre-session, I gave him his vinyl shorts and told him that he had five minutes to change and to meet me back in the waiting area. The girls were already in the dungeon getting things set up.
Five minutes were up and now we were all in the dungeon. He was a little guy and all use ladies towered over him. My breasts were at face level with him. I purposely pushed my breasts in his face.
“What are you staring at?” I asked in my dominating voice.
“Nothing.” He replied.
“Did you not hear me earlier when I told you that you must always address me as Mistress?” I could tell this little shit was going to be a cocky little bastard. “Now I will repeat again and I want the truth from you or here will be punishment.” I paused and looking down at him, I asked again, “What are you staring at?”
It had been a couple of weeks since I “inherited” the dungeon from Master Azrael… err.. I mean Miles. I had trained the girls, Ally, Meg and Sherry and Julie was helping with customer service and accounting. In the interview of the three girls, I had assessed that Ally was more on the dominant side, Meg was neutral and Sherry was on the submissive side. But, I also trained them to change up when I needed them to.
In this business, flexibility was also a good quality to have. You never know when you are going to need someone to be a dominant or someone to be a submissive.
I had gone shopping and bought some new devices that the dungeon didn’t have. I also bought new slave outfits for the girls. I leaned more towards the halter top / mini skirt look. No panties and no bra. It was more demeaning that way. The male submissive clients always wore vinyl shorts with no underwear or just be completely naked.
We had a client this afternoon, so after running some errands, I went over to the dungeon. It was a first time client and it was a male.
He was a young kid, he had just turned 21 and his friends had all chipped in and bought him time with me. He had several fantasies he wanted to live out. One was being with an older woman and the other was being with two women at the same time. Both scenarios, he wanted to be dominated.
After the pre-session, I gave him his vinyl shorts and told him that he had five minutes to change and to meet me back in the waiting area. The girls were already in the dungeon getting things set up.
Five minutes were up and now we were all in the dungeon. He was a little guy and all use ladies towered over him. My breasts were at face level with him. I purposely pushed my breasts in his face.
“What are you staring at?” I asked in my dominating voice.
“Nothing.” He replied.
“Did you not hear me earlier when I told you that you must always address me as Mistress?” I could tell this little shit was going to be a cocky little bastard. “Now I will repeat again and I want the truth from you or here will be punishment.” I paused and looking down at him, I asked again, “What are you staring at?”
