Mistress Marilyn’s Rules
Your purpose is to please, amuse, serve and obey Me. This is an honor and a privilege never to be taken for granted.
You must demonstrate good manners and e proper etiquette in My presence at all times. This includes-but is not limited to – saying “Please” and “Thank You” whenever addressing Me.
You must always request permission to speak in the following manner: “Mistress, may I please have permission to speak?”
Absolute honesty, respect, and mutual discretion are mandatory. Never look me in the eyes unless told specifically to do so.
A “slow” word and a “safe” word are established in your first session. A “slow” word is used to indicate to Me that you r reaching the limits of what you can take. Unless we agree differently the slow word that will be used is ‘YELLOW’. If you use this word I will slow down, ease up, or do something different but the session will continue. If you are unable to speak due to restraints, snap your fingers continually.
The “safe” word that we will use is ‘RED’. If you say the ‘safe’ word it means for Me to stop and end the session, regardless of the remaining time, you are finished and forfeit any additional time. If you are gaged then you will have no slow word however you may snap your fingers to indicate to stop the session the same as using the ‘safe’ word.
I am into BDSM. I do not offer sex but something much better. I will stimulate your emotions, mind, and senses. I shall use you as My toy and for My pleasure but I will not be using you for sex. What I offer is far above and beyond the mere orgasm. BDSM is far beyond sex and Mistress Marilyn DOES NOT include sex in any session. Do not attempt to solicit sex, that is illegal and you will be dismis
Sign Date
John wanted me to have Payton undress in front of him, in the foyer. So, with a commanding voice, I told Payton to strip naked. I took a black long leather string and tied it around his balls, to lead him into the upstairs bathroom. I took my robe off and showed my black sexy dress that had slits on the side. “Are you ready for your Mistress?” I spoke to my slave. In a choked voice, Payton replied “Yes”. I told him he was a dirty little boy and I needed to clean him. Turning the shower on cold, I told him to get in. That was his punishment, for making me wait. Putting on my rubber gloves, I proceeded to scrub the little dirty boy down. With the water being ice cold, his dick shriveled and balls pulled up towards his stomach. With a chuckle and knowing the answer, I casually asked if he was cold. Glaring at me, he hung his head and nodded. Patting him on his smooth, hairy ass, I sympathized with him. Just because I was a Dominatrix, didn't mean I didn't have feelings. But that is what he got, for arriving late in the first place. Sternly, I reminded him that we wouldn't be doing this, if he wasn't wasting my time. I demanded him to get out and dry off. While he was doing that, I got my blindfold, leather collar, and leash out to put on him. I walked him into the dungeon like a blind dog. He was really nervous, because this was his first time but little did the poor boy know, I felt the same way because it was my first time, too. By now, I think we both earned each others trust. Everybody was in a safe, sane place and it made the rest of the night go a lot smoother and it was a lot more fun. You know I did have sympathy for him, but he came to me and wanted to be disciplined and I didn’t want to disappoint him. I remember commanding him to sit in the chair. He did like a good boy. I went to get some of my toys to discipline him with. Then I commanded him to stand up. I want everyone to imagine this. Hand cuffs on your hands and a string wrapped around your ankles, with a breathable gag in your mouth. Also remember, you can’t see behind you. A beautiful sexy lady all of a sudden comes up to you and starts twisting your nipples around, so hard they hurt, are red and get hard. All of a sudden smack, smack, smack with a bare hand on his ass around 100 times. Your hearing him moan through the gag. You see his eyes painfully closing with each smack. His hands balled up from the pain. You can't help but wonder why does he like this? That’s just one of the things I did to him. I could tell Payton loved it even though he was moaning like a little sissy boy because his ass kept coming back for more. Since he was a good boy and his ass was red like a cooked lobster, I took my top off and straddled him, teased him with my breasts and decided to give him a little dance. He wanted me so bad, but I told him he's not worthy enough to have me. His thick, beautiful, swollen cock was rock hard. I asked him did I give you permission to get a hard on? He said "No Mistress”. So, I got the wooden paddle out with holes in it and bang!! Then a moan! Bang!!! Then a moan! His hard on went away. That wasn't enough so I got the whip that had thirty leather strings attached to the handle and whipped him with that. In the meantime, I could see John peeping through the door. It was like a boss checking up on me, to make sure I was doing everything right and making Payton happy. John was getting off watching it. John came into the room after I tied Payton up to the stripper pole. He wanted to know if Payton would like to jack off while watching us have sex. He didn't mind. John took me right there, on the floor of the room. My pussy was wet, from inflicting pain and pleasure on Payton and it was easy for John to slide right in. Payton had his left hand wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock, stroking it in rhythm to John fucking me. Our pace and his got faster, with John's hands holding my hips, so he could give it to me hard. Payton's moans overshadowed ours, in the moment of passion. I looked up at him, when my orgasm started, just long enough to lock eyes with him, as long streams of cum were leaving the swollen, purple tip of his cock. We all gathered ourselves and I gently untied Payton from the pole, so we could all get dressed. Casually, I let him know that he was a good boy today. Conversation turned to him wanting to come back. He looked into my eyes and asked me if he could see me next week. I said, I would have to look at my schedule. It was a connection and I did want to see him again. We walked down the stairs together and he let me know what a great time he had and he really loved my services. He mentioned that I looked familiar. He asked me if I went to this university in Tennessee. I said no. I asked him if he played football for that school and he said yes. He looked like a famous football player. I should have spanked you harder for going with the Broncos. He laughed. It felt like he wanted to hang around but I just said see you soon and opened the door. About thirty minutes later, John decided to text Payton without me knowing. It left me baffled, why he would text him, pretending to be me. Maybe he needed to feel like he was a part of being a Dominatrix. He spent a week trying to book a session. Going through thousands of emails and making for sure the person won’t do any harm. He probably wanted to know Payton’s opinion about the session. John text Payton and asked what was your favorite part? Payton said my favorite part was looking into your eyes. John got pissed because he could tell we had a connection. How could we not? I shared intimate moments with him, even if it was just beating his ass! I felt so disgusted that my John had treated me like a piece of meat. I didn't want to be around him, he made me feel so disgusted. I couldn’t believe I actually did it. All I ever wanted to do was to satisfy and please him so he didn’t have to seek someone else out. All I thought about, were the threats that he had made to me. It was the fear of him that made me do it. The fear of what he would do, or was capable of doing to me or himself. John’s fantasy was extreme and at first I thought that’s all it was, but he pushed me to actually do it. We had a lot invested together. We had a house, and a business that were all in his name. John was a very intelligent manipulator. He would remind me, that if I left I would have nothing. I would be homeless with no job, or money. It scared me. Here I was, scared of the actions these people that wanted to be disciplined would hurt me, when actually the whole time during the session, I was more focused on John and how he has hurt me the most. I begged him to stop pretending to be me and I said don’t book another session, not one more, I am done. What did he do? He got on the computer that very night still emailing guys trying to set up more. I can tell it was him because he uses certain words and very good grammar skills, he is more tha
n proper when even sending an email. It was like he didn’t even hear me. Why will he not stop? He had a major addiction and I had become a major role in it. He couldn’t stop, not even with me crying, telling him he was making me feel like object and he is supposed to love me but he was selling me.
There was so much going on I felt overwhelmed. My mother, the boys and Kelley were coming down to visit us for a weekend, so I called Kelley and told her they might have to get a hotel. Kelley basically told me to fuck off, that they were staying at my house, because they were family. She didn’t know what John was up to at the time. He was making it impossible to have company and he told me to call them and tell them not to come. He was such a gentleman in front of people, behind closed doors, it was a whole other story. He changed his mind when they came and was the perfect gentleman. John was making everyone drinks and cooking, getting Chinese food for dinner. He was right there under my thumb the whole time. I couldn’t tell Kelley or my mom exactly what was going on, because I knew he was going to keep interrogating them. John knew something was going on. He ended up changing the password to the computer and that’s what really ticked me off. Hellen called the house and nobody picked the phone up. So she called Kelley’s cell phone and it was right in front of John. Kelley picked up and Hellen asked if I was leaving with her. Kelley didn't know anything about it, and told her she didn't know what she was talking about. She demanded Kelley put me on the phone with her. My heart sank. Taking the phone, I went in the other room to speak with her. I ended up telling her everything. Due to the conversation being private, I wish not to share what was said. But I knew it was time to tell Kelley. I took her on a bike ride in a little park and discussed the situation. I needed to get away from John. He was smothering my own thoughts. We went to the house to pack some things and leave. My mom and the boys left, to go back to Indiana. Kelley stayed. He knew something was going on then. Kelley was there to help me pack and make sure I could get out easy and safe. The funny thing is, Kelley was crying because she was scared to leave the dogs there. I had tears in my eyes from John’s recent actions. John’s eyes were full of anger. Kelley asked John how come I was crying over a dog and he wasn’t even shedding one tear over his own wife. After she called him out, he tried to cry, but really he looked like an angry constipated male creature, that was about to snap. He was fake crying saying he loved me. Pleading me not to go. Kelley told me that she was so afraid of him she grabbed a knife just in case his temper got to out of control. If Kelley wasn’t there, it would’ve been a battle trying to get out. On the way to back to Indiana, I was telling Kelley how disgusted I was with John. I didn’t think I could ever look at him again. I ended up staying at my grandpas, and Hellens house here and there. John kept contacting my friends, trying to get answers and convincing me to come back to him. He ended up driving up to Indiana to win me back. I gave him another chance. I told him, I will be in control from now on. I changed everything I could. When I took control, I felt that if I was dominating my way. I was doing a better job. I didn’t have John getting off watching me dominate. I mean he was supposed to be my body guard. Not get off watching me do this. That’s not protecting me. I decided to go back and try again.
Chapter 9
With a Lady
I have never been with another woman. My curiosity got a hold of me, and I put up an ad. Here is the ad. 1st Experience - w4w - 29 I love the thought of being with a lady. I am 29 so around my age is great. I want to just experiment with this curiosity. I am a professional and expect you are also and discreet is a must. I am dd free and you should be. I like using toys. Please send a face picture and I will do the same. Put your name in the subject line. Any woman that has told you, she has never fantasied about being with the same sex, is a liar. My taste in other women, has always been picky and I knew this wasn't going to be an easy task. The lady had to be sexy, not want a relationship, someone who could possibly be a friend as well and be available on occasions for some sexy fun.Tons of responses started pouring in, in reaction to the ad. So, I had it narrowed down to two ladies. This one lady I started talking to was named Kim. Very sensual, flirty, fun and had a boyfriend. We texted for a while and set a date. Enclosed you will find correspondence between us, that was kept in true form, without any editing, to not take away from the authenticity of it. For the sake of the texts and my identity, my name is displayed as Tara.
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Friday, April 27, 2012 7:03 PM
Subject: Kim
Hi im kim 25 from town,, 000-000-000
Tara wrote:
Your hot! When would you be ready? I have the cleavage. :)
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Apr 27, 2012 7:47 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
Hey hit,me up,,000-000-000 ur very pretty to
Tara wrote: I can't do it tonight :( sorry
From: Kim
To: Tara
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 08:10:26 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
When are u free
Tara wrote:
I have a very flexible schedule during the week days all day. How about you?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 10:28:58 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
I work two jobs live at hm and take flight classes... you can come over monday before 11am like at 730
Tara wrote:
That sounds good. Your number is missing one number? I can come over Monday morning. I am looking forward to meeting you. Wow flight school- very impressive!
From: Kim
To: Tara
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 11:54:19 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
Oh sorry its 000-000-0000... Where do u live?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Saturday, April 28, 2012 7:41 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
Hey what happene
Tara wrote:
Sorry. I am at home and I don't get reception here : (. Hope your having a fun night
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Saturday, April 28, 2012 9:51 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
it,ok,, I am-so sleep,,, so how was ur night
Tara wrote:
Mine has been good. Got to go fishing today and hang out with some friends. Bet you are tired from working. So what do you want to do with me?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Saturday, April 28, 2012 11:00 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
I have a strap on and some toys, I wanna,explore,ur body and,make,u very happy
Tara wrote:
Sounds fun. I want to explore you and please you. I can't wait. Where do you want to do it? Do you have any sexy pictures?
Tara wrote:
Thank you. You are so sexy. So do you have a boyfriend? Who do you live with?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2012 12:48 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
im single and live witg parents for now
Tara wrote:
ok I understand. We can use my house too. So what are we going to do on Monday? What days are you off?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2012 8:51 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
Good morrning
Tara wrote:
Good Morning! Did you have a good weekend?
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2012 10:15 AM
Subject: Re: Kim
How are u im sleepy
Tara wrote:
I bet you are. Your such a hard worker. I am good. I don't want to do much today but I have to. I want to be lazy.
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2012 11:34 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
Hey did u get my address u coming in morning
From: Kim
To: Tara
Sent: Sunday, April 29, 2012 12:32 PM
Subject: Re: Kim
You can be lazy tomorrow ill make, u feel good... Can u come at 8am tomortow? What got, plan todat
Tara wrote:
That sounds amazing. oh yea. That will work. Where am I going to meet you? Just spending time at the house catching up on house stuff. What about you?
Kim wrote:
Hey can u give me one more chance ill,come, to ur place
The plan was to go to breakfast, talk and get to know each other. I drove to her house to pick her up. During my drive, I was talking to my cousin Kelley on my cell. Arriving at her house, I noticed two big trucks in the driveway. Kim had texted me, that she was finishing up getting ready and she would be down, to come on in she left the door unlocked. As I walked up to the door, I saw the neighbors sitting on their porch, paying close attention to me and my arrival. I sat on the black leather couch in the living room, when I noticed a blanket next to me and a vibrator sitting out. I started to get a funny feeling and I left to get my bag out in the car. Again, another text telling me please not to leave and she was finishing getting ready. Getting my bag, I walked back into the living room, when I was grabbed very hard from behind and forcefully around my shoulders. I knew instantly this wasn't Kim at all. I never felt or knew it was coming. Thank God, I was always in good shape. My reaction was to get out of his grip and get the fuck out of this house. The man held me from behind, so I elbowed him really hard in the stomach. That gave me a few seconds to bolt out of the house, into my car and lock the doors. So many things were going through my head. Why did that man grab me? Where was Kim? I need to call the police. In panic mode, I called Kelley and gave her the address of where I was and hung up the phone. This Kim bitch was still texting me, telling me that the man that grabbed me was her brother and thought I broke into the house. Finally, I had an awesome idea. I called Kim, and realized this high pitch, scratchy voice on the other end was a man pretending to be a woman. Calling him/her out, I played along and told Kim to meet me at the gas station down the street. He kept coming up with excuses of why he couldn’t meet me. Asking if he could meet me tomorrow, I said no and quickly hung up the phone. He/she texted me and emailed me for several weeks, and finally gave up on me, because I never responded at all. Please, let this be a lesson learned. Find out who you really are meeting, do voice verification call and always meet in a public place. My desire for another woman could have gotten me killed that day I told Kelley the horror story of what really transpired that day. I could have died! After careful consideration, my curiosity got a hold of me again and I placed another ad. Again you will find some correspondence, between us two leading up to when we actually met. This time, I did get to know her, voice verify and we did meet in a public place.
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