by Alyssa Clark
I let go of his tie and turned away to fetch his jacket, “You don't. Sex is out of the question.”
His features darkened when I turned back to him. He didn't like the prospect. Oh well. I helped him back into his jacket and started to walk him to the door after he slipped his shoes back on. “It was very nice to meet you, Mr. Clarke.”
He grunted something that might have been an agreement after I let him back into the front part of the office. “If I decide to schedule another… meeting,” he decided to call it, “I have your card.” He walked out of my office more brooding then he had come in, I watched to be sure he didn't have any sort of limp to his gait. It appeared that the only thing I had wounded was his ego. I was fine with that.
I locked up the front and went to clean up the back, having left the mess I caused sit for far too long. I scrubbed it up and proceeded to disinfect the area. Necessary chores done, it was time to confront Mr. Franklin.
I turned off the lights and locked up the back room then sat down with my purse and my work phone to demand an explanation. He answered on the second ring.
“This is Allen.”
“Mr. Franklin,” I said evenly. “Are you available for a private conversation?”
“Just a second,” I heard a door open then close. “What is it, Angela darling?”
“I just finished a meeting with your colleague, Mr. Matthew Clarke,” I tried not to get angry as I thought about it. “It struck me, that Mr. Clarke is not quite the person that would usually inquire about the services that I offer. Can I ask why you referred him to me?”
I heard him take a breath, perhaps to gather his thoughts, “I thought perhaps he could use a bit of discipline. He has been striving to gain a foothold at the office, and I thought he should be put in his place--”
“That,” I interrupted him, “is not what I do. I will not be used as a means to put your employees or coworkers in their place. If,” my voice hardened because I had lost the grasp I had on my anger, “that is how you intend to employ my services we will need to end our arrangements.”
“That won't be necessary,” he argued quickly. “This situation will not occur again. I see how I put you in an awkward situation and I am deeply sorry for doing so.” I heard a shift, and he cleared his throat. “You can punish me appropriately for the transgression.”
“When we meet again, Mr. Franklin, I will be sure to punish you for this. However, it will be sometime before I will be available to meet with you again,” I sighed. I hated to do this, and I would miss the money it would supply me, “I will have to cancel the meeting we have for Monday. I'm sure you understand?”
He winced, “I do.”
“I hope you take responsibility for your actions and ensure that Mr. Clarke is in good standings the next time you see him,” he would have to do it. He set these things into motion, and it was his mess to clean up.
“I will,” he confirmed. “I will see you soon?”
“A week. And when I'm sure you've learned your lesson I will let you know,” I said sternly before ending the call. I sighed as the burning between my thighs began to simmer down. That was one problem resolved. Now it was time to go home and take care of the other problem. If I had known my day would have turned into this, I might have had the chance to be better prepared.
Goddamn men.
4
Matt
I was a mess. By the time I got home, I felt like every nerve ending was electrified; as if instead of spanking me the woman had shocked me. Well, I guess she did shock me. By the time I got home the hard-on I was still sporting wasn’t something I was prepared for. I had already gotten off, but it seemed like the tight grip of her hand hadn’t been enough satisfaction for me. I still struggled to believe how much the feel of her hands on me and the command of her voice had gotten to me.
She took from me, she beat my ass and then got me off all while I was helpless to do anything. I could still feel her lips and teeth on my skin. This wasn’t usually my fantasy when it came to a beautiful woman. I never got past more than just having her on me and being in her until I erupted into my own stroking hand. Sex, when I had time to have it, was usually just as simple. There wasn’t handcuffs or spanking involved.
But laying in bed, stroking myself for some sort of relief, I envisioned Angela. Her bow shaped lips around me and those big blue eyes narrowed at me until I burst. I was left panting, and the last bit of energy I had was sapped. I didn't have the will to process everything that had happened in the last few hours. I snatched up a tissue to clean up the mess I'd made of myself, then relaxed back in my bed. I fell asleep quickly, and the night was spent dreaming of her.
The next day at work Mr. Franklin met me in my office, I hadn’t expected to see him, so it caught me off guard. I still felt off kilter, and I was unprepared to deal with him. It was uncharacteristic for him to come to me; usually, I was summoned. “Good Morning, Allen,” I said as I went to my desk, striving to mask my discomfort. He knew what she was and what she did to me. That was probably why he was here. That thought was enough for me to eye him, I couldn’t trust this man anymore.
“Good morning, Matthew,” he said as he adjusted a cuff then, after unbuttoning his jacket, came to sit in front of my desk.
I hesitated to sit, while the spanking she had given hadn’t been brutal there was still a bit of soreness in my ass. I didn’t want to wince in front of the man that sent me to her. He would know, and I wasn’t prepared to show that weakness to him. “Did you need something?”
“I came in to check on you,” he said lightly, looking well put together and not at all like the deviant I considered him, now.
“Why are you checking on me?”
“Let’s not beat around the bush, Matt,” he stood and came around the desk to stand close to me. “I’m not privy to the details, but I’m aware that you paid Miss Winters a visit yesterday.” I felt anger start to boil in my gut. The bitch had called him and told him what she did to me? It must have been apparent on my features because he put a hand on my shoulder. “She didn’t tell me the details, as I said. But, she informed me that you had pursued an interest in her services.”
I glowered at him, not trying to mask my anger now. “She signed the same contract that I did,” I growled out.
“Of course she did,” he said lightly as he brushed off my anger. “But I also informed her that I had given her card to you. She was expecting you. I thought you would have seen her sooner than you did. But, I assume you found out what services she offers the hard way.” He took a breath and straightened his tie, “There is a certain type of person that seeks out Angela. I’m well aware that you aren’t that type of person.”
“What makes you say that?” I felt confused now, he didn’t make any effort to know me as he took me under his wing. If anything, all he did was deal out orders. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to think if the situation qualified as some sort of sexual harassment.
“It’s pretty evident that you didn’t enjoy yourself,” he said seriously. His voice lowered, and he looked away from me, “What did she do to you?”
I was struck, not wanting to divulge what had happened to me. I felt shame curl up my neck, and I looked away from him. “What does she do for you?”
He grimaced a second, looking uncomfortable as he considered his answer. He went to sit back down and steepled his hands together, look like he was a man in power. “She beats me, she straps me to a bed, brings me to the point of near orgasm and denies me the pleasure. There are other things she does,” he cleared his throat. “But, those are things that I would prefer to keep to myself.” He leveled a look at me then, “What did she do to you that has your feathers ruffled?”
I didn’t want to say, even though he admitted some of the things she did to him and implied there was more that she did. Something hardened in my gut, something primal that made me angry. The idea of sharing her, maybe. Because damn me, after all that the only thing I could seem to think abo
ut was sinking my dick between those legs and making her scream my name. “Have you fucked her?” I chose to ask instead, because I had to know.
He chuckled, “No.” He looked entirely too amused, “Not that I wouldn’t and haven’t tried. I have done all that I can think to please her. I’ve tried showering her with expensive gifts, offering her great sums of money, hell… I would leave my wife for that woman just for the chance to taste her.” He closed his eyes as he seemed to fantasize how it would go and it made me queasy. “But, she refuses gifts and gives a harsher punishment for anytime I try to purchase a happier ending to our meetings.” He tapped his fingers together as he looked at me, “Now, what did she do?”
I swallowed hard and looked away, “She spanked me.”
“That’s all?” he made a noise, and when I turned to glare at him, I could see he was unimpressed. “She worried about your mental state after just spanking you? I am being punished for this? That was all that she did?” He rubbed a hand over his face and through the hair on his chin.
“You’re being punished?”
“Yes,” he snapped. “She canceled our next meeting and will not see me until she’s deemed that I have learned my lesson,” he sounded angry at the prospect, and there was something satisfying about seeing his discomfort. “It is,” he seemed to have composed himself. “A great displeasure for me to not be able to see her regularly.”
“How has your wife not found out about what you do?” I couldn’t help but ask. I sat, grimacing because now that he knew there was no point in asking. “And why do you seem dependent on it?”
“I can’t cum,” he growled out. “Unless she allows me to. My wife,” he snorted, “could not give a damn. The only reason why Linda and I are still married is because she didn’t read the prenup when she signed it.” There was something of a satisfied smile on his face at that admission. “If I were to leave Linda to pursue Angela, then Angela would no longer see me. I don’t expect you to understand, but there is something to handing over the control of everything to another. That pleasure, pain, love is given or taken away by one person. Angela is a kind mistress. She is giving and attentive and concerned. She cares about my health and my relationship with my wife, even if I lie to her about it.” He looked away seeming to not see anything in front of him, “I have not been denied by her like this.”
“And you pay for this treatment?” I didn’t know whether or not I should be disgusted, or maybe amazed.
“All she did was spank you,” he leveled a glare at me. “I can’t imagine why she would deem it necessary to do that on the first meeting, Matt. What did you say to piss her off?”
I blinked then narrowed my eyes, “What makes you think I pissed her off?”
“Spanking, boy, is a punishment. Did your parents not spank you as a child?” I fought to not roll my eyes and shrugged, they had. I didn’t feel the need to pay a woman to beat me. “What did you say or do to insult my Angela?”
I blinked then raised an eyebrow, “I asked if she was a prostitute. It was pretty evident she wasn’t a masseuse. I couldn’t imagine any other reason why you would refer me to her.” Now that I thought about it she had been intent on giving me ten licks and ended up relenting down to five. I swallowed as I remember the feeling and I was glad that the desk separated Franklin and I. He didn’t need to see the sudden erection I had developed.
“You deserved worse than what she gave you,” he growled at me. He stood, his hands fisting into his pockets. “You will apologize to her. She is a lady, and that is not how you treat a lady,” I looked at him like he was mad. Because that was an insane demand that he couldn’t really make me do. “I need her to relent on her punishment,” he sounded desperate. “Do this for me, and I will allow you your pick of the cases that come to our door. I will put you on the path to fucking partner if that is what you want.”
“I’ll call her and make an appointment,” I agreed. “But it will be at your expense.”
He went to the door with a huff, “Fine. I’ll cut you a blank check to her, and she can fill in the cost.”
5
Angela
I gave Mr. Franklin a week to handle the mess he created with Mr. Clarke. I didn’t take phone calls from him, and I completely cut him off. It was a harsh punishment that I felt as well since it meant I had to buckle down, and I had to watch my spending. While what I did didn’t necessarily make me rich, not with my shoe fetish, I wasn’t struggling. But without the income from Mr. Franklin’s sessions, I couldn’t get the new shoes I was lusting over.
New Manolos, strappy and gorgeous. Damnit.
After the encounter with Mr. Clarke, I needed a distraction. He had gotten under my skin. I would dream about him tied to my bed, at my mercy. I was remiss that I had only the feel of his hard cock in my hand and didn’t get the chance to really look at it. The view I had gotten of him was the aftermath, and it really didn’t give me a good idea just how big he was. My imagination helped fill in that gap. I had awoken one morning with the vision of me riding him still fresh in my mind, and I couldn’t help but curse the damn man for looking good as I finished myself off.
It usually didn’t help. I needed to get laid, and that was the only real course of action to get this want out of my system. But fucking him was out of the question. I could see where that could lead, I want him now. I would be damned if I was going to develop anything outside of warm affection for a client.
Though Mr. Clarke had already proven that he couldn't be a client. He didn't have the personality of someone that could submit to another. He would fight me at any session we might have, and resentment would develop. It was just a bad idea. He was a man that would prefer to be in control.
Fortunately, midway through the week my other client, Mr. Middleton, called me to schedule a session. Compared to Mr. Franklin, Middleton was far more open to allowing me to do different things to him. He suffered from a bad case of erectile dysfunction and usually didn't achieve an erection during our sessions unless there was some prostate stimulation. Though, when I pitched the idea of the strap on to him he still balked at the idea.
It was unfortunate because I had kept the damn thing for too long now and I wouldn't be able to get a refund. Plus, I wanted the opportunity to use it. One day. One day I would find a man that was man enough to let me fuck him with it.
Anyway, I met Mr. Middleton at my office. He was different from Mr. Franklin in the case where he liked to be elaborately restrained. We were currently experimenting with suspending him from the ceiling, which was a challenge because he was a little on the pudgy side. When I first had the system installed the men that had done it looked at me and suddenly looked afraid, giving me a short, concise rundown of the suspensions limitations.
Once Mr. Middleton arrived, he undressed and came to stand on the black x that I had taped to the floor. I had stood waiting for him, a rolling stand waiting beside me with the various implements that I reserved purely for him. First, a plastic cage, which was sized specifically for him, plus it was an unsanitary thing to share. There was also a small butt plug that I would insert after he was restrained and suspended. Part of all of this was for him to not make a sound or protest, save for his safe word, during all of this. If he managed it without a noise, he was rewarded. If he didn’t, there would be a punishment; more often than not I punished him. Though the elaborate system and scheme was something he had plotted out. Even the punishment.
He stood stoic looking ahead without eye contact as I rigged the ropes and cuffs. “Ready, Mr. Middleton?”
He gave me a sharp nod and a clear, “Yes, Mistress.” With a little effort, thanks to a great pulley system, I had him trussed up and suspended. He managed it all without a sound, though that had just been the easy part. I took the time to wedge a bar between his knees, strapping it there to keep him from trying to struggle or flail too much. I didn’t want him rocking around even after the assurance that the system was solid. He may want this, but it scared the hell out
of me, and I constantly worried that he would fall.
With his legs forced apart I tugged the rolling tray closer and proceeded to put the plastic cage around his flaccid cock, often it wasn’t a necessary thing. But, I think he liked the idea of the cage denying him an erection even if he couldn’t get it up. I didn’t judge. Before putting the lock on it, I made sure his gaze connected with mine. “Does this hurt in a way that it should not?”
“No Mistress,” he answered shortly.
“No pinching or burning in any way?”
“No Mistress,” always so quick to answer and ready to please.
Mr. Middleton was so easy, it was hard for me to not show him affection. I cupped his cheek and gave it a caress that made his eyes close. “I’m going to insert this plug now. If at all you feel any discomfort at all what is your safe word.”
“Stalemate,” he reminded us both.