Yes, My Mistress

by Jennifer Cole

  “How do you react?” Uncrossing his legs, Troy leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He still looked comfortable, now a little intimidating, but not in a threatening manner.

  “P-pardon?”

  “Tell me how your body reacts to the words you read, the pictures you see when you conduct your research.”

  The tone in his voice sent a shiver coursing through her body. Though not as keenly stimulated as she became thinking about the man at the bar, she realized she was turned on.

  “Well, I become aroused, and feel things in parts of my body I never knew existed.”

  “Do your nipples get hard?” he asked.

  Dani inhaled sharply. “Y-yes,” she replied after a handful of seconds.

  “Do the muscles of your pussy begin to throb and ache?”

  Dani nodded, but couldn’t bring herself to speak.

  “Tell me,” he commanded in a soft voice.

  Immediately she imagined the big man seated in the bar, and envisioned doing the things she’d read about with him. Her body ignited.

  “My nipples are hard, my breasts swollen and they ache. My skin is tingling like thousands of needles are piercing my flesh. I’m beginning to perspire,” she said, studying his expression. Was the description of her arousal turning him on? She learned nothing as she watched him listening to her.

  As she continued Dani’s breath grew harsh, raspy, and her body was on fire. She was close to the edge of losing control, seated across from a total stranger, telling him how hot she got thinking about the BDSM scene and more specifically the man seated in the bar. “My p-pussy is pulsing, and I-I’m wet. The need for release is so bad I want to touch myself. It doesn’t matter where I am. I need.”

  “Your eyes are flickering with a lick of desire as you speak. Your description carries too much emotion to have been brought on by the article itself. Only an attraction to another would bring on a confession such as that,” he said.

  Taken aback by his statement Dani replayed what she’d said, and gasped. She’d spoken her feelings of arousal in present tense. She had just sat before a total stranger and told him how hot she was. How she was on the verge of coming right there on his leather sofa.

  “Tell me who you are thinking of. Who has made you so wet?” The smooth tone of his voice brought the answer from her lips. She couldn’t have stopped it if she’d tried.

  “The man at the bar,” she whispered without hesitation.

  “Which man?” he asked, his lips lifting in a grin again.

  “The b-big man. With dark hair.”

  In a soft, confident voice Troy asked, “What position do you see yourself in, Dani?”

  “All of them,” she replied in a breathless rush.

  A low chuckle brought her back to reality. “What I mean is do you see yourself in a position of dominance, or submission?”

  After bringing her libido under control, well somewhat, Dani replied, “Dominatrix.”

  He chuckled, and Dani fought the urge to bark out asking him what he found so funny. As she replayed the last few minutes in her mind, she realized she’d completely given in to the submissive role.

  Damn it! In silence she fumed. She’d just blown her chance to be trained in domination by the Master by being so damned submissive. Dani believed she had what it took to be a Domme. She knew she needed guidance and direction, and who better to teach her than Troy Simon, a well respected and experienced Dom in the community.

  As the silence deepened between them his gaze held hers. Beneath her the leather creaked as she squirmed under the weight of his scrutiny. Several moments passed before Troy again spoke.

  “I will teach you,” he finally said.

  Dani blew out a breath she’d been holding, anxiously awaiting his answer. “Really?”

  Troy stood and held his hand out to her. Placing her hand in his, she felt her confidence strengthen. “Our exercise a moment ago tells me unequivocally you have submissive tendencies, Dani. Are you certain you have what it takes to switch?”

  “Yes,” she replied without hesitation. In that moment, the big burly hunk seated at the bar when she entered flashed in her mind.

  When her eyes met his a short time earlier her body felt as if it’d been lit on fire. Low in her belly a spasm shot even lower to the sudden pulsing between her thighs. Not wanting to be outdone by the other over-stimulated erogenous zones, her nipples began to throb in time with the muscles in her pussy.

  Thatta’ girl, her aroused subconscious cheered. Go for the biggest guy in the place!

  She wanted to tame the man in the bar.

  “We will start tomorrow,” Troy said, and led her toward the door.

  As they walked back through the corridor Dani’s mind raced in a thousand different directions. The meeting left her with many questions, but she didn’t know where to begin.

  “I don’t have any stuff,” she said. “You know equipment, or toys.”

  “I have everything you could possibly need,” Troy replied as they stepped back into the bar area.

  Dani’s breath caught as the dark-haired man at the bar spun around, his eyes settling on her. Hunger. There was no mistaking the glint of animal lust in his gaze. A chill raced the length of Dani’s spine, and her skin prickled. Fighting off the urge to dash to the man and lick every inch of his hulking body, Dani drew several deep breaths as she and Troy approached the trio at bar.

  “Gang, this is Dani,” Troy began. “She’ll be spending some time around here. Dani, this is Ransom,” Troy said, and the blond seated beside the dark-haired god nodded.

  “Nice to meet you, Dani,” he said.

  “That’s Deirdre behind the bar. She manages our wait staff.”

  “Pleasure.” The blond woman purred.

  Finally Troy came to the man who rendered her speechless with that look in his eyes.

  “This is Mike, our head of security.”

  “Hi,” Dani squeaked out softly.

  “Dani,” Mike said. The deep timbre of his voice wrapped around her in a seductive embrace full of promise.

  Troy cleared his throat as the silence became deafening. “Until tomorrow, Dani,” he said and placed his hand against her back, escorting her toward the door.

  A low growl came from the bar, and her body shuddered at the savage sound. Dani refused to turn around. Afraid if she did she’d hurl herself into Mike’s arms and beg him to ravage her right there on the marble topped surface.

  A throaty chuckle carried to her ears as the distance grew between her and the others. “Easy does it, big man,” she heard Ransom say.

  “Tomorrow, Dani, all you need to bring is your enthusiasm, and willingness to submit,” Troy said as he followed her outside.

  “But I want to be the one in control,” she began to argue.

  The look Troy gave her made Dani drop her gaze to the center of his chest. With the tip of his index finger Troy lifted Dani’s chin until her eyes met his.

  “I will teach you everything you want to learn, but I am always the Master. Do you understand?”

  Dani nodded, but remained silent.

  “I must hear the words, Dani.”

  “Yes, Troy, I understand.”

  “Good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  * * * *

  Mike was off his barstool like a shot and storming toward Troy when he walked back into the club.

  “What the fuck was that all about?” he barked out. “I’m pretty sure I said hands off.”

  The raised brow and smirk Troy gave stopped Mike in his tracks. “That certainly didn’t apply to me, my friend.”

  “It meant everybody,” Mike snarled.

  “Ease up, big man,” Troy said, slinging his arm around Mike’s shoulders. “The little lady is looking to be trained. I agreed to tutor her.”

  The blood drained from Mike’s body, rushing to his feet. He felt his massive frame waver. There was no way in hell anyone but he would put their hands on his woman. My woman? Mike dre
w to a halt, and tipped his head to the side in consideration. Never before in his life had he been prepared to stake his claim on a woman. Yet that curvy, little brunette triggered something in him he’d never experienced before.

  “You all right, Mike?” Deirdre asked, her well-groomed brow furrowing in concerned. “You’re white as a sheet.”

  Yes, my woman.

  “Mike?” Troy’s voice sounded beside him.

  My woman.

  “If she wants to be trained, I’ll do it,” Mike growled.

  Amusement flickered in Troy’s eyes, and Mike grimaced. Knowing Troy as long as he had, Mike knew damn well his friend was up to something, and it wasn’t going to go in Mike’s favor until Troy was good and ready.

  “Don’t sweat it, big guy,” Troy said, patting him heartily on his back. “I’ll handle this trainee, and you can have the next one.”

  A primal sound erupted from deep within him, and Mike fought the urge to take a swing at Troy.

  “Okay.” Troy slapped his hands together. With a grin first to Mike, he then turned his attention to Deirdre, then Ransom and said, “I’m going to need an assistant to help me with my new sub. Anyone interested?”

  Deirdre and Ransom both raised their hands eagerly chanting, “Pick me, pick me.” Mike grew livid, certain steam was about to shoot from his ears.

  “Ransom,” Troy announced.

  “Ahh, shucks.” Deirdre pouted from behind the bar. “You always choose him. It’s just not fair.”

  “We begin tomorrow,” Troy said.

  In an instant Mike saw red.

  “You better run, lover boy,” Ransom’s voice chided as Mike took a step forward. “The big man looks pissed.”

  Troy turned to see Mike take another step toward him. “Come on, Mike,” Troy said in a playful tone. “I’m not into women. She’ll be safe.”

  At the moment, Mike didn’t give a shit. “Run, little man,” was all he said.

  Troy blew out a hearty belly laugh and took off down the hall toward his office.

  “I’m going to kill him,” Mike said evenly, his fists clenched tight at his sides. “Very, very slowly. And with a great deal of pain.”

  Ransom rose from his barstool and crossed the room. Resting his hand on Mike’s shoulder, he chuckled. “She lit the fuse, huh?”

  Mike nodded.

  “She’ll be in good hands.”

  “She should be in my hands.”

  Chapter 2

  Standing under the hot spray of the shower, Dani anxiously wondered what Troy had in store for her first day of training. She hadn’t slept a single wink the night before. Her anticipation level skyrocketed through the roof.

  First off, thoughts of Mike triggered her arousal the moment her naked form slid beneath her cool cotton sheets, and there’d been no stopping it. With the help of her trusty vibrator she’d reached orgasm twice, yet only achieved mild satisfaction. She wondered what his big, strong hands would feel like caressing over her heated flesh. Would his full lips be soft and teasing as they sought out her secrets? Or would they be confident and firm, demanding her complete submission?

  The last thought had her replaying Troy’s appraisal of her having submissive tendencies. She refused to accept his deduction. She intended to be in complete and utter control. Under Troy’s tutelage she would learn how to make Mike submit to her.

  But what if he wasn’t the submissive sort? Dani hadn’t thought of that when she first laid eyes on him. She’d seen the heat of desire in his expression when he looked at her. There was no denying his interest. Maybe he was a Dom, and presented with the opportunity perhaps it would be his intention to make her submit.

  Reaching down, she shut the water off and pushed the vinyl curtain to one side. Stepping over the side of the tub, she grabbed a fluffy bath towel and wrapped up her wet hair. She pulled a second around her body.

  Dani crossed her bedroom, stopping at the foot of her bed to take stock of the lingerie littering the surface. Troy hadn’t mentioned that she should wear anything specific, but if she wanted to be taken seriously as a Domme, she needed to look the part.

  Loosening the plush fabric on her head, she towel dried her hair. A moment later, she decided on a red leather bustier she’d bought the day before, after Troy agreed to tutor her. Dropping both towels to the floor, she reached for the sexy garment and wrapped it around her torso. After lacing the front closed, leaving a teasing amount of breast showing, she stepped into a matching thong.

  To complete the ensemble, sheer stockings were pulled up her legs and the lacy band at the top fastened to a garter belt. The final accessory was thigh-high, black vinyl boots with a five-inch heel.

  A smile curled her lips as she studied her reflection in the mirror. “Not bad,” she mused aloud as she turned this way and that, taking in every angle. She wondered what Mike would think.

  * * * *

  As Troy had instructed the day before Dani pressed the buzzer on the left side of the door marked STAFF. With nervous anticipation she waited, willing her anxieties to take a hike. This was what she wanted, she reminded herself. Dani jumped when the deadbolt clicked. The door swung open, and she was greeted by Troy.

  “An early bird,” he said. “I like that. Come in.”

  “Thank you,” Dani replied as he stepped back and she entered.

  “We’ll be going upstairs to my personal suite.” He motioned toward a staircase off to one side. “Right this way.”

  As she climbed the stairs, Dani realized she was disappointed. She’d been hoping Mike would answer the door. It also added to her disappointment that she’d come in the back way rather than through the front where she stood a chance of seeing him.

  Since the club wasn’t open to the public this early in the afternoon Dani wondered where he was, and what he was doing. Despite the heated visual caress he gave her the day before, it was conceivable he had a significant other. The thought made Dani’s heart plummet.

  “Here we are.” Troy’s voice broke into her daydream, reminding her the training she wanted to experience was about to commence. He pushed the heavy steel door open and ushered her inside.

  “Let me take your coat,” Troy said, holding his hand out. “You won’t need it for a while.”

  Remembering all she wore underneath was a red leather bustier, she hesitated, but only for a moment. Pulling the belt from around her waist, she unbuttoned the front of the light-weight, tan trench coat and slid the material over her shoulders. Standing nearly naked in front of Troy, a sudden surge of self-consciousness assailed her. Dani dropped her gaze to the floor.

  “Sexy,” he said, taking a moment to look her over. A smile curled his lips. “Excellent choice of attire.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Come.” He held his hand out to her. “Our sessions will take place in the playroom.” Troy led Dani through the living room area and down a short hall to a closed door.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, reaching for the knob.

  Dani nodded.

  “You must use words now,” he said. “In order for you to be a confident Mistress for your slave, you must use words. More importantly, you must insist your slave uses words as well. Between a Mistress, or Master, and their submissive, verbal communication is key.”

  “I understand.”

  “It is of utmost importance that your submissive’s safety always remains your first priority. Yes, though it is true that pleasure can be found in pain, your slave must feel safe in your hands. He or she must never question that you will keep them safe no matter what manner of play you engage in. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” Dani replied.

  “Very well. Let’s begin.”

  Troy pushed the door open and, with his hand against her back, encouraged Dani to step inside. Once she did, and her eyes scanned the large room, a soft gasp escaped her. On her drive to the club she hadn’t been sure what to expect, but this wasn’t it.

  Equipment of various sizes and shapes
were set up throughout the room. There were items resembling a cross, a bench, and stands. Dani could imagine them in use. Then there were other structures and devices that looked right out of medieval times, which she wasn’t certain she wanted to see in use.

  Shelves lined the mirrored walls, and upon them were a variety of sex toys and bottles of lotions, potions and lubes. From her research of adult novelties, and her own personal experience visiting sex stores, she recognized most of the toys on display. There were an array of butt plugs in various sizes, dildos, and vibrators similar to one she had at home. As well as an assortment of restraints made of metals, fabrics, some with buckles or Velcro. Hanging along the far wall she spotted an impressive collection of paddles and floggers of different styles and textures.

  In the center of the room knelt the blond man from the day before. Though he was handsome and possessed a physique most men might kill for, he didn’t really turn her on. She was curious as to why that was. She’d read about the submissive pose he was in—kneeling on the floor, hands resting on his thighs palms up, eyes downcast—but what caught her off guard was...

  “He’s naked,” Dani blurted.

  “Of course,” Troy replied. “He’s supposed to be.”

  “But...but...” She couldn’t think of how to finish.

  Sure, she’d seen naked men before, but for the first time since she decided to embark on this adventure she wasn’t so sure she could follow through. Yes, she wanted to be trained by Troy Simon to be a Domme, but the man she wanted as her submissive was Mike. Dani didn’t know if she could be trained using a man she felt little attraction toward. Ransom was attractive, but Dani’s mind and body were affected in all the right places by another man. And wasn’t that supposed to be part of the appeal of the lifestyle?

  “Surely you aren’t offended by his nakedness?”

  “Good Lord, no,” Dani admitted. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s hot. I just thought...”

  “You are his Mistress. It is a sign of respect to you that your slave acknowledges his submission by displaying himself to you without barriers. His body belongs to you. He is yours.”

  “O-okay,” Dani replied. Mike came to mind again, and she voiced the reservations she felt. “But shouldn’t I be working with someone I feel, you know, something for? Isn’t that part of it?”