The Dominatrix

by Becky Bell

  Angela hooked her thumbs into the tiny black satin panties and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them and picked them up. The gusset was distinctly damp.

  With the panties still in her hand, Angela knelt on the bed at Gregory's side. She saw his head turn in her direction, though he could not see her, and she dropped the panties onto his face, rubbing them against his nose. She heard him inhale deeply and moan with pleasure.

  Running her gloved hand over his chest and down his belly, she let her fingers briefly brush his erection. It twitched. Oddly, perhaps, her clitoris twitched too.

  She swung one leg over his shoulder, straddling his face, then threw the panties aside. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his mouth.

  'Lick it,' she said.

  Immediately, his tongue pushed out into her labia. It arched up to her clitoris and tapped it delicately, like a little hammer. Then it pushed the little button of nerves from side to side. Angela moaned. She remembered how Paula had done this to her, only a few days before, and the explosive orgasm it had produced. But if anything her excitement tonight was more extreme. The sight of Gregory's naked and helpless body, his big erection sticking out from his loins, his legs straining against their bonds, was responsible for that.

  'Come on, you can do better than that,' she said, not because he wasn't pleasing her but because she wanted to assert her authority once again. His tongue worked harder. It was hot and wet. She pressed the mouth of her vagina down on his chin and squirmed it against the hard bone, feeling her juices leaking out of her.

  She was coming already. She was coming in her mind before her body could catch up. Domination, having a man as her slave, had tapped into some profound sexual impulse buried deep in her psyche. She loved the idea that she was in control, that she could do anything to him, and there was literally nothing he could do to stop her. As if to demonstrate this to herself, she leant forward slightly and slapped his penis with the palm of her hand. His exclamation of surprise produced a blast of hot air against her sex. She slapped it again, with the same result. Her orgasm began to blossom as his tongue pressed against the most sensitive place on her body, her vagina contracting rhythmically. She clawed at his chest for support as the waves of feeling coursed over her.

  But that was only the beginning. As she'd prepared the bed, tied off the ropes and attached the leather cuffs, she'd imagined how it would be to have Gregory tied down at her mercy. She'd planned exactly what she was going to do next.

  Slowly, she lifted herself off his face. His mouth and chin were glistening with her juices. As though it were the pivot of some strange mechanism, she took hold of his hard cock and swivelled herself around, straddling his body again, this time at his hips. She squeezed his cock. She had done the same to the man at Paula's house on Thursday. Gregory's cock was just as hard as that man's had been. As hard as a bone. His foreskin still partially covered his cock and she pulled it back, then lowered herself onto it. It had been a long time since she had had a man inside her. She guided his smooth glans into her labia. Teasing herself she pulled his penis up and down the long slit of her sex. It nudged against her clitoris, the little button so sensitised by her first orgasm that just this touch alone nearly plunged her into a second.

  But she managed to control the surge of feelings that flooded over her and pulled his cock back to the mouth of her vagina. The wet, pulpy flesh seemed to close around his glans as if in a kiss, trying to suck him in. Angela waited. She looked down at her body, encased in the tight black basque, the stockings straining at the suspenders, the lacy stocking-tops banding her thighs. The basque was tight and constricting, but that constriction was exciting, too.

  Then, very slowly, she lowered herself, feeling that cylinder of hard, hot flesh thrusting up into her sex, inch by inch, pushing the walls of her vagina apart, penetrating her, filling her. As she felt it butt against the neck of her womb, she spread her legs out further and ground herself down on his pubic bone, wanting to get every last inch of him crammed into her. He was big and thick, splaying her labia apart and making her clitoris stretch, too. She ran her hand down over her mons and used her middle finger to tap at the little nub of flesh. She wished she hadn't. It responded with a wave of sensation that took her breath away, every nerve in her body set on edge. She snatched her hand away as if it had been stung, but it was too late. Her orgasm was unstoppable now. She found herself rising and falling with a definite rhythm, the same rhythm that was pulsing through her body. She was using him, she told herself, as if he were a dildo. She could do whatever she wanted with him. In seconds, she slammed herself down on him, feeling his glans butt into the neck of her womb, and came again, hard and higher than the first time.

  But as the feelings seeped away, there was no sense of being enervated. She was not finished yet. And she knew exactly what she wanted now. She wanted him to come.

  She clenched her sex around his cock, held it for a moment, then let it go. She did it again and felt his cock jerking wildly.

  'You're not allowed to come,' she told him perversely. Some instinct she was not aware she possessed told her that the more she forbade him the ultimate pleasure, the more he would want it.

  'Please,' he begged.

  'No.'

  She began riding him again, slamming her body down on him, another orgasm already beginning to affect her sex, making it tingle with a new need. She rode him harder, pulling right up off him then dropping down again with all her strength. She reached under her buttocks and managed to get hold of his scrotum, jiggling it with her fingers. She rose up off him, feeling his cock jerking convulsively against the mouth of her vagina then fell on him one last time grinding her clitoris against the base of his shaft.

  'Please...'

  It was too late. She wasn't sure whether she came first or he did. As she felt her orgasm explode his exploded too, thick gobs of semen spattering the depths of her vagina, hot and viscid. She seemed to be able to feel every one of them and each produced a new shock of pleasure, driving her higher, making her come harder.

  It lasted a long time. She must have closed her eyes because she was aware of opening them again and seeing him there underneath her. Like a long deep sleep, her orgasm had been so momentous that it had wiped out her memory of where she was and, when she saw him spread out and tied to the bed, it came as a shock. But then it all came flooding back. Everything.

  'Did I give you permission to come?' she asked. She could feel his semen and his cock sliding down the long tube of her vagina.

  'No, Ms Strickland. But I...'

  'Be quiet. Disobedience means only one thing, doesn't it?'

  'Yes, Ms Strickland.'

  'Tell me what it means.'

  'Punishment, Ms Strickland.'

  'Exactly. Exactly.' She let the word hang in the air. It was a good job he could not see her grin.

  Chapter Five

  'Can I tell you something?' Angela said, as she finished her main course.

  'Of course.'

  They were sitting in an alcove of the Kingfisher Restaurant in Holland Park Avenue, gazing out on to the small stone-flagged terrace, where, in the summer, meals were served under big ecru-coloured parasols. Paula had phoned Angela and asked her if she would like to come out to dinner with her, and Angela had accepted with alacrity. It had been three days since her session with Gregory and she was anxious to talk about it. Sally, who had extended the hand of friendship since her first day at Slaughter and Roe and whom she liked and trusted, could hardly be expected to respond well if Angela told her how she seemed to have developed a penchant for bondage and domination.

  'I had a little experiment.'

  'Another one? Sounds interesting.' Paula was wearing a double-breasted black leather suit over a wine-coloured camisole-style body with scalloped lace trim on its low neckline. Its skirt was tight, with a slit on the right hand side that exposed much of her thigh. For once, she was not wearing stockings. 'So, tell Auntie Paula all about it.'

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nbsp; A waiter arrived at the table. He cleared the plates away. 'Would you like dessert, ladies?' he said. Angela could see him struggling not to look down into Paula's considerable cleavage, the neckline of the body revealing billowing pillows of flesh. She had been struggling not to stare at it herself, for most of the meal.

  'Just coffee,' Angela said.

  'I'll have that lovely chestnut meringue thing that you do.'

  'Mont Blanc?'

  'That's it. And coffee. Espresso.' She looked at Angela, who nodded. 'Two espressos. And two glasses of Marc de Champagne.'

  'What's that?' Angela asked.

  'It's delicious. Made from the pressings of the grapes after they've made the wine. Delicious. And very strong.'

  The waiter wrote it all down on his little pad and hurried away.

  'So what about this experiment?'

  'There was this man I used to know when I lived at home.' Angela wasn't going to bore Paula with the whole story. She'd decided to cut to the chase. 'Well, he phoned me up the other day. I went out with him. I had a sort of instinct about him.'

  'About his sexual proclivities?'

  'Yes.'

  'In other words, you thought he was submissive?'

  'Exactly.'

  'And was he?'

  'Very. If I hadn't seen it for myself with you, I wouldn't have believed it possible. He would do anything. Without question.'

  'And what did you get him to do, exactly?' Paula was grinning.

  'Oh, I came up with some very interesting ideas.'

  'But did you enjoy it?'

  'Enjoy isn't really the word I'd use. It was more... fundamental than that. I think I was very naive about sex.'

  'Was being the operative word. You seem to be catching up fast.'

  'You don't just think it's because of you, do you?'

  'Because of me what?'

  'This is all very new to me. I didn't even know all this... stuff existed. Now it's all I can think about.'

  'So?'

  'I just wondered if it was because of meeting you; I mean, seeing those men at your flat...'

  'What, you think that was what got you turned on to all this?'

  'Something like that.'

  'It doesn't work like that, Angie, believe me. You have to have a natural inclination towards it.'

  'But I didn't even know about it before.'

  'Right. So if you didn't know about it, you could hardly expect it to affect you one way or the other, could you? But sooner or later you were going to stumble across it. There's a lot of books about domination. You could have picked up one of those. It's a bit like a dormant volcano. No one knows what sets it off.'

  'Is that what happened to you?'

  'No. Actually, I suppose you could say I was lucky. I was just a natural bully. I went to a mixed school. I used to get great pleasure from making all the boys do whatever I wanted them to do. As I got older, I wanted them to do quite a lot of things.' She grinned. 'I got a lot of pleasure out of watching them running around, trying to please me. Then, when I was eighteen, I met this much older guy. He was loaded. I was always big, and I towered over him, but he loved it. He took me out to dinner; then, when he was driving home, he pulled into this lay-by and tried to rape me. Looking back at it I don't think it was a very serious attempt. But I was furious. I dragged him out of the car and used his belt to tie his hands around a tree. I backed up the car so the headlights were full on him, then pulled his trousers down, took a branch and beat his arse until it was red raw. I took the car and drove off.'

  'You left him there.'

  'Yes. He phoned me the next day. Said it was the most exciting experience he'd ever had in his life and would I do it to him again? Exactly the same thing. The only difference was that this time he offered me fifty quid to do it.'

  'And you agreed?'

  'Not because of the money. When I got home, that first time, I don't think I'd ever been so turned on. I wanked myself off four or five times. I had to stuff a pillow in my mouth to stop the neighbours hearing the noise I was making. Does that sound familiar?'

  'Very. So you did it again?'

  'Yes. This time, I came prepared with a hank of rope. I took him to this forest and had him tied over the branch of a tree. I used his belt on his arse. He came in about ten seconds flat. But then I made him go down on me. It was fantastic.'

  The waiter arrived with Paula's dessert. He gave her a quizzical look, as though he had heard her last remark.

  'Thank you,' she said sweetly.

  'My pleasure, madam,' he said.

  'And then?'

  'Jeff. He was called Jeff. After a couple of months, he introduced me to a friend of his who more or less wanted the same thing. I did them both together. That's how it all started.' Angela watched Paula's face. She was smiling, her big fleshy lips revealing her teeth. Angela shivered slightly as she remembered how that mouth had kissed her.

  'And women?' she asked.

  'You are in an inquisitive mood.'

  'You've had other women before me.'

  'Yes.'

  'Are you a lesbian?'

  'Of course not.' She laughed, then took a large mouthful of chestnut mousse and whipped cream. 'Look, Angela, I've got a very simple philosophy. Anything I enjoy is all right. Anything I don't, isn't. That's all there is to it. The cream had stuck to her upper lip and she wiped it off with her tongue.

  The waiter came back with the coffee and marc. He put them on the table without a word.

  'I guess it's just that I've had no experience of any of this before.'

  'You're certainly making up for lost time.'

  'I don't know why I attacked you like that.'

  'I happened to be there. You were turned on, that's all.'

  'That's what I thought. I'm not sure I'd want to do it with anyone else.'

  'Of course you would. If the conditions were right. Having sex with a woman doesn't mean you are going to turn into a bull dyke with short greasy hair and a man's suit.'

  It was Angela's turn to laugh. 'Does it mean I get to come home with you tonight?'

  'Is that what you want?'

  'Last time was so hurried, so needy. I'd like to savour it a bit more. That's not to say I'm not terribly randy.'

  'Sounds like a good idea to me. By the way, the last client was terribly impressed. He was really smitten with you. Any chance you'd be interested in a repeat engagement? Same money. You might even like to take a little bit more of an active role, this time.'

  'Another two hundred?'

  'Yes.'

  'God, yes. I'd do it for nothing.'

  'Don't tell him that. OK, I'll set something up.'

  They finished their drinks and Paula paid the bill. It had been raining earlier but, by the time they got outside, it had stopped and the clouds had blown away. As it was such a short distance to Paula's house, they decided to walk.

  'Are you still in the mood to experiment?' Paula asked, as she unlocked her front door.

  'Definitely.'

  As Paula closed the front door, Angela did what she had wanted to do all evening. She pressed her back against the wall and stood on tiptoe to kiss her full on that rich, sensuous mouth, plunging her tongue between her lips and feeling Paula's rear up to meet it, the two dancing together, hot and wet. Paula's arms hugged her tight, her hands caressing her hands and buttocks.

  'Mmm...' Paula said, pulling away. 'Come with me.' She took Angela's hand and led her upstairs. Instead of walking towards her bedroom at the top of the landing, Paula took her to the 'treatment' room door.

  'What, are you going to tie me up and whip me?' Angela said.

  'There's something else I'd like to try. If you're game.'

  'I'm game.'

  Paula opened the door then closed it behind them.

  'Come here,' Paula said. She pulled Angela into her arms and kissed her again on the lips. This time, it was her tongue that explored Angela's mouth. As their lips crushed together, Angela felt the zip of her dress
parting. She was wearing a turquoise blue dress with spaghetti straps and a low neckline that showed a full décolletage.

  Paula peeled the straps off her shoulders before breaking the kiss and stepping back.

  'Wish I had tits like yours,' she said, gazing at Angela's chest. The dress had been too revealing to allow her to wear a bra.

  'Do you?' Angela was surprised.

  'You don't have to carry these whales around all day long,' she said, cupping one of her breasts. Paula peeled off her jacket, then unzipped her skirt. She hung both on the back of the door. The wine-coloured body fitted tightly between her legs. It had high-cut legs and a thong back that revealed most of her big oval buttocks, sheathed in sheer and shiny black nylon. The suede high heels she was wearing had low heels, compared to the towering stilettos she wore while she was working, but they still shaped and contoured the muscles of her long legs, and pouted her buttocks.

  Angela let her dress fall to the floor. It seemed extraordinary that she could be so casual about taking her clothes off in front of another woman, with the express purpose of having sex with her, but her life had been turned on its head and she felt no guilt or embarrassment. Paula was right, she had decided. As long as she enjoyed it, how could it be wrong? What she had experienced in the last couple of weeks, however kinky and outré, had given her sexual pleasure that was simply a different experience from anything she'd felt before.

  'What do you want me to do?' she asked, stepping out of her dress. She was wearing her best black bikini-style panties and sleek, sheer flesh-coloured hold-ups. She had dressed hoping she might end up in Paula's bed.

  'Mmm... You look good enough to eat.'

  'Thank you. So do you.'

  The contrast between the two women was marked. While Paula was dark, with a thick mane of black hair and a big fleshy body straining to escape the tight wine-coloured body, Angela was blonde and comparatively short, with a slim neat body and slender legs.

  Paula walked over to the cupboard and opened the door. She took out what looked like a piece of black silk. 'I'm going to blindfold you.'