Yes, Mr Larson and Other Filthy Stories

by J. J. Hayle

  “Really? That makes me feel better. What was Tom saying? Were they arguing?”

  “No! That’s what’s weird. Tom was consoling her and said he will find her someone nice who knows how lucky he is.”

  “What?”

  “I know!”

  “Are they swingers? I knew there was something weird about them.”

  “Says the girl who has just spent the night with two men.”

  Erin laughed and threw her pillow at Emma.

  Kate stretched before prising herself from her bed. She had intended to take the day off today, but a call from a client pleading her to squeeze him in for a session had already destroyed her plans for sleeping in.

  I can work for an hour and then take the rest of the day.

  It wasn’t really an hour. Preparation took a long time. Kate hit the shower and after drying her hair, she began to style it into her signature victory rolls. Hair done, she worked on her make-up. Heavy eyes and thick red lipstick. She rolled on her stockings, pulled on her thong, and donned her leather corset. She slipped her feet into her thigh-length stiletto boots, and she was ready.

  Covering her outfit with a belted black mac, Kate left her flat in the service elevator and descended into the basement. She flipped on the lights and turned on the heating. It was August, but the basement was always cold. She entered her play space and selected the appropriate implements for the client. Her space was always cleaned and ready to go. She was just awaiting her client now.

  Sam was a nice enough guy; he had visited her every few months for the past three years. He always scheduled his sessions at the last minute and never booked in advance. Most clients did. Most wanted her services immediately. Usually, she could not accommodate them so quickly, but Sam was lucky to have caught her on her day off.

  The door opened. “Mistress,” he called.

  Kate stalked to the waiting area. She grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into the play space, throwing him onto his knees and slamming the door,

  “I had a day off,” she snarled fiercely, clamping a leather collar around his neck.

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “You will be,” she said. “Strip.”

  Sam obeyed and removed his clothes.

  “Put these on.” She threw a pair of frilly pink lace knickers at him.

  “Yes, Mistress.” He quickly pulled on the pants.

  Kate chained Sam to the wall with his collar and kicked him to the floor with the heel of her boot. She pulled a chair in front of him and sat with her legs crossed.

  “Lick my boots, slave.”

  Sam obeyed. Crawling towards her on his hands and knees, he licked her boots. The clients often relished this. It was the only time they got to touch her in the session, and she never let them touch her above the knee. Her clients did excite her, but she never touched them. She had her own man to get her off.

  Sam licked the sole of her boot then licked the leather, cleaning every inch.

  “Enough,” she snapped after a few minutes, kicking him to the ground. “On your knees. Turn around and bend over.”

  Kate needed to warm his skin with a light-to-medium spanking before she could really lay into him. She hit him with her hand and then with a light then heavier tawse before she selected a whip. She cracked the whip and felt a thrill as the sound reverberated off the bare basement wall before she let him have it. She loved this part. Clients like Sam were her favourites. He didn’t have a great need for a lot of domination; he just liked her to whip the crap out of him, and she was happy to oblige. She did like to humiliate him a little for good measure, though.

  She switched to a heavier whip, and Sam yelped as she beat him with it. She didn’t let up. She knew him and knew he was nowhere near his limit. After giving him a thorough beating with that whip, she unchained him and attached a dog lead to his collar. She led him on his hands and knees to the dog kennel where she made him drink water from a dog bowl and simulate a dog humping a blanket. She considered having him cock his leg against the kennel but did not fancy cleaning up after him.

  She led him to a whipping bench and kicked him towards it. She forced his head into the recess and unhooked his dog lead. She restrained him onto the bench and casually whipped his back and shoulders with the lead. Once his wrists and ankles were fully restrained, she massaged his buttocks to increase the blood flow and selected the next whip.

  She pulled down the frilly knickers. Sam’s skin was dark with welts, but he could handle much more, and she set to pushing him and beat him with the next whip before retrieving the bullwhip. She rarely used the bullwhip—very few of her clients could tolerate it, but Sam moaned as she laid into him with it.

  She looked at the time, his session was nearly through, and she began to lessen the intensity of his whipping. He groaned as he struggled against the restraints. She gave him one last stroke before releasing him from the table and ordering him onto his knees.

  “I want my knickers back, slave,” she said.

  He removed the frilly knickers and handed them back to her.

  “Smell them.”

  He obeyed and took a deep sniff of the underwear. Kate smiled and took them before ordering him to dress. He stretched as he walked to his clothing. His buttocks were thoroughly beaten and would be marked for a week or so. She was happy with the result.

  Sam dressed, and she approached him and gave him a hug and kissed his cheek.

  “Are you happy, Sam?”

  “Very.” He grinned.

  “Any injuries?”

  “No. I’m good. Thank you.”

  She smiled and hugged him again. Sam settled the bill and left.

  Another satisfied customer.

  Kate made her way back to her flat and stripped off the corset and stockings and pulled on her dressing gown.

  Now to enjoy my day off.

  She picked up her phone and saw a text message from a guy she used to see in her late teens but was still good friends with.

  Fancy lunch? I need your advice.

  She sighed and replied:

  As long as you’re buying.

  Kate selected a more sedate outfit this time, though she still looked hot. It was a beautiful August day so she chose a short fifties-style summer dress that revealed the tattoos on her arms and legs.

  She took the lift to the ground floor and climbed inside the blue Audi. She grinned at the handsome man in the driver’s seat before throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.

  “Hello, baby,” she said. “How are you?”

  She delighted in greeting Larson in a familiar way. The guy was so reserved it made her laugh to see him squirm.

  “Hello, Kate.” He smiled. “What do you fancy?”

  “I fancy leaving your car here and going to the bar over the road and getting hammered.”

  “I have work.”

  “Oh, come on.” She scoffed. “You work for yourself. Give yourself the afternoon off—you can always dock your pay.”

  “Okay.” He grinned. “Just a couple.”

  Larson never got drunk. He never let himself go. He very rarely laughed and smiled and only ever with people he was very close to. Agreeing to a couple of afternoon drinks was as close as he ever came to letting his hair down.

  They entered the bar. It was only lunch time, but it was already busy, and the music was loud.

  “What do you want?” Larson asked over the music.

  “A pitcher of Long Island Iced Tea,” she shouted.

  Larson ordered the cocktail, and the waitress prepared the drink.

  “How many glasses?” the waitress asked.

  “Just a straw,” Kate replied.

  “Classy as always.” Larson grinned, picking up the pint he had ordered for himself.

  They found a booth away from the blaring music and sat down.

  “So, what’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I have found someon
e who lets me spank her,” he said.

  “Well, that’s good isn’t it?”

  “I’ve made a mess of it. I tried to stay in control, but I’ve lost it.”

  “You mean you’re capable of losing control? That’s a human trait, you know?”

  “Ha ha,” he said. “I got her to agree to let me dominate her, but I let it become sexual. She wasn’t dealing with it very well because I would send her away as soon as I was done. Now I let her stay for a while afterwards and show her affection, but I still keep everything professional outside our meetings, and I never let her stay over.

  “It is fine for me. I’m really enjoying it, but every time I ask her to leave she just seems to die a little more. I’m meeting her tonight, but I think every time will be our last and any day now she is going to end it. I don’t want her to; I can’t find anyone else who will let me spank them. I need to know how to make her like it more.”

  “You can’t make her like it. She either does, or she doesn’t. It sounds like she wants more from you.”

  “I can’t offer her anymore.”

  “Why not?”

  “I can’t stand the idea of it.” He shuddered.

  “She can’t be that bad,” exclaimed Kate.

  “Not her.” Larson sighed. “I hate the idea of relationships. I don’t want to argue over dishes and do weekly shops and pick out curtains and all that crap. Before I know what has happened, she would be in my house, and I’d have a screaming child in my arms with another on the way and a mother-in-law watching my every move.”

  “Oh dear.” Kate laughed.

  “I just need to know what I can do to make her enjoy what we’re doing so she won’t want to end it.”

  “If you satisfy her like I know you can then there isn’t anything more. She needs emotional fulfilment, I’m afraid.”

  Larson took a long gulp of his drink and sighed. “No. I’ll have to just make the most of it while I can. Do you know anyone I can approach when she ends it?”

  “I have a few friends. I will speak to them.”

  He nodded.

  “Are you going to relax and enjoy a few drinks with me, Larson?”

  “I’ll just have this one then I can still drive.”

  “You’re hopeless, you know.” She laughed, hugging him.

  He bristled and pulled out his phone, which had beeped in his pocket. His expression was unreadable. He placed his phone in his pocket without replying.

  “It’s from her,” he said. “She has ended it. She said she doesn’t want to meet me tonight as she’s finding it too difficult. She hopes we can still be friends, and it won’t make working together awkward.” He grimaced before he finished his drink. “I’m getting another.”

  Wait. He likes this girl. That’s why he’s so anxious to keep hold of her. Oh, my God! I’ve never known him to be into anyone.

  He returned from the bar armed with another pint.

  “Do you want me to contact my friends?”

  He swallowed. “Maybe another time.”

  “Larson, admit it. This isn’t just about keeping her because it’s hard to find someone else with the same kinks. You like this girl.”

  “I do like her, but I don’t want what she wants.”

  “Now you don’t have her at all.”

  “I know,” he replied glumly.

  “What is it she wants? Have you even asked her?”

  “No.”

  “Maybe you should. Maybe you should tell her that you don’t want to live together and have kids and all that jazz. You could just date her.”

  “Date her?”

  “Yes, you know. Go out for meals, attend functions as a couple, spend the odd night at each other’s home watching movies on the sofa, perhaps even go on holiday. You must know what dating is.”

  “I don’t want that.”

  “Then I can’t help.”

  “There must be something I can do to persuade her to continue with our arrangement.”

  “No, Larson, there isn’t. It has to be about mutual respect and consent, you can’t pressure her into it.”

  “She likes it, though. The physical side.”

  “That’s not the point. The emotional and physical sides are not mutually exclusive—they’re a package.”

  “But I don’t want the emotional side. I don’t want to be pressured into that.”

  “Then you need to let her go.”

  “Fine.” He grumbled.

  “So, do you want me to contact my friends and find you a replacement?”

  He didn’t answer.

  He doesn’t want to replace this girl. He really likes her.

  “So, how is business?” he asked eventually.

  Kate was surprised he asked. Larson was always intrigued by what she did, but he was always uncomfortable with her doing it for money. He had tried to persuade her to stop and offered her a job in his company that matched her earnings. An office job wasn’t for her. She was happy doing what she did.

  “It’s good,” she replied. “I’m thinking of moving to a larger space and taking on other Doms.”

  “Good,” he said. “I hate the idea of you working alone, especially under your home.”

  “What has gotten into you, Larson?” she asked, puzzled. “You never ask about my work.”

  “I thought it was time I stopped being so self-righteous.” He smiled wryly.

  Larson had already left Kate’s flat when she woke the next morning. She put away the quilt and pillow he had used and tidied the cushions on her sofa before flopping herself down with a bowl of cereal. Her head thumped from the cocktails and the shorts and the shots.

  Ugh. How much did I have?

  Even Larson had had a few shots, though he hadn’t been drunk.

  Lucky. He couldn’t have carried me over the road if he was.

  Finishing the last of her cereal, she got up to prepare herself for her clients. She checked her diary.

  Alexander at ten. Great. That means PVC—he’ll have to cope without the heating. Simon at twelve.

  She smirked. Simon brought his mother-in-law’s laundry for Kate to wear, and she was to pretend to be the woman as she dominated him.

  And Stefan at three.

  Stefan was a lot like Sam and just liked her to whip him.

  And Oscar at five—sensory deprivation and electrocution.

  Stretching, she strode to the shower to prepare for her day.

  Alexa had just removed the lamb from the oven as the doorbell rang.

  “At last,” she said to her husband, Samuel. “I thought they’d never get here.”

  “I’ve never known you to be so keen to have a family meal.” Samuel chuckled as he left to answer the door.

  She wasn’t looking forward to it. She just did not want this beautiful cut of lamb to be spoiled while she waited for them to decide to show up. Leaving the lamb to rest and turning on the heat under the vegetables, she left the kitchen to greet her father, brother, and sister.

  She smiled through her frustration at seeing unexpected guests.

  “Evening, Alexa,” greeted her brother, Nathan. “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited my girlfriend along. You remember Emma?”

  “Of course.” She smiled, hiding her annoyance. “Welcome.”

  Is he actually dating Erin’s school friend? Doesn’t she work in a chip shop or something?

  “And you know Zachary,” said Erin. “We’re dating so I invited him along as well.”

  “Nice to see you again, Zac.”

  Why is Zac wasting his time with that layabout?

  She gave her dad a hug. She was, at least, happy to see him.

  “I thought we’d dine on the patio as the weather is nice,” Alexa said.

  “Lovely,” said Dad, allowing her to lead them outside.

  They took a seat at the table sat on the raised and covered patio that overlooked their enormous garden and the pa
ddock and woodlands beyond. Samuel set extra places and poured the wine, and Alexa began serving the starter, anxious to finish it quickly before the lamb spoiled.

  “What has happened to your grass, Sam?” asked Dad. “It looks like you’ve been playing football out there.”

  Argh, Jenna. You’re lucky you don’t have a lawn, or I would come to your house and ruin it.

  “One of the horses jumped the fence,” replied Samuel quickly. He offered no further explanation, but Dad seemed to accept it.

  Dinner was gruelling. Alexa had to put up with her irritating little sister getting drunk and drooling over the doctor and her brother giggling away with sandwich girl. She was glad when they left to be driven back to London by her dad.

  At least my stupid little sister has decided to get off her backside and work for a living now instead of sponging off Dad. Though Dad probably pays her far more than she’s worth.

  “Samuel, I’m going out for a little while,” she said, picking up her car keys. She had deliberately avoided drinking more than one glass of wine.

  “Are you leaving me with all the cleaning?” Samuel grumbled.

  “Leave it. We’ll do it in the morning.”

  “Okay. Have fun and be safe.”

  Alexa smiled and kissed him. “I will. Goodnight.”

  She left the house and walked to her Mercedes. She climbed in the driver’s seat and sent a text message to let her companion know she was on her way before starting the engine and driving out of the long drive onto the main road. Negotiating her way through the dark country lanes, she finally reached Jay’s house.

  “You’re late,” said Jay, opening her car door as Alexa pulled onto the drive. “We’d almost given up.”

  “I told you I had a family dinner,” she said.

  “They’re getting impatient.” Jay grinned.

  “Good.” Alexa smiled. “I like them impatient.”

  Jay led her into his house and straight up the stairs. She could hear the sound of sport blaring from the TV in the lounge—probably football or the PlayStation or something. Jay took her to his bedroom. Alexa removed her dress and pulled a black, lace nightie from her handbag. She loved to fuck in this nightie. She’d had so many men while wearing it.