I, Mistress Page 2

  “Oh, so you don’t play outside the club?” he asked.

  “I do, when I have time and if I find a sub that I want to spend more time with. It’s not a limit of mine to only play here, but the subs that I have now, they only are subs here, at the club, well mostly.” I wasn’t about to explain my whole entire life to a man when I couldn’t even see his whole face. I looked down when I noticed him at my feet. “This is pet,” I sighed. “pet, you’re late.”

  “I apologize, Mistress,” he whimpered slightly. He kneeled and his eyes never left my shoes. He was dressed as if he were ready to play and submit to me. pet always dressed in black linen pants and a loose linen shirt.

  I looked at the man sitting next to me. “I’m busy tonight, but if you’re interested in playing and being one of my subs, we can talk about it some other time. Right now, I have to go to my reserved room, the Moonlight room. I need to deal with my late sub, and I don’t wish to be interrupted or distracted,” I stood up and touched pet’s head. “Present in the Moonlight room, now.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He clumsily rose to his feet and walked off across the main room toward the long hallway, where the private rooms were.

  “May I ask one more thing before you leave, Mistress?”

  “Yes. What is it?”

  “Why do you have three subs?”

  “Because I have yet to find just one to satisfy me,” I snickered and then strutted off to the Moonlight room.

  I didn’t have to see it to know that the man’s masked eyes followed me all the way down the hall. I bet he was thinking he could be the one sub to satiate me. They all think that. I’ve had over 150 subs, and always, for the most part, three at a time. Yeah, like that would ever happen, if it hasn’t happened yet, I don’t think it will. I’ll just continue to have my three subs.

  3

  I WALKED INTO the room and grabbed my leather crop, which was lying neatly on the counter. I had already prepared and reserved this room when I first arrived. I wanted everything to be perfect for our playtime. I turned toward pet, who was kneeling in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but his gold chain. I opened my case sitting on the counter and pulled out the black leather working collar. It was a wide simple black leather collar with two D-rings that attached with a small lock. I walked over to pet and stood behind him. “pet,” I growled as I placed the collar around his throat. “You were late.”

  “Yes, Mistress, I apologize,” he wept.

  I stood in front of him and looked down. “Why were you late?”

  He kept his eyes focused on the floor and didn’t speak.

  “pet, why were you late?”

  “I didn’t know if I wanted to come back,” he sniffed. “Um, Mistress.”

  “On your feet,” I took one step back so that he could rise swiftly. “Eyes up, pet.”

  His eyes focused on my chin as he stood on his feet.

  “Eyes up, pet,” I commanded.

  His eyes caught mine as the tears streamed down his face.

  “You wish to end our arrangement, pet?”

  “Um, I thought about it, Mistress.”

  “Oh, I see, if this is unacceptable to you, then we shall. You’re dismissed,” I crossed my arms and sighed. I could not keep a sub who didn’t want to be here. Masters, Mistresses, subs, slaves, all had a choice. All arrangements were consensual.

  “I do want to be here, but,” he gulped. “I was outed.”

  “Oh,” I took a deep breath. It didn’t affect me if people knew or didn’t know that I was a BDSM Mistress. I knew that it could affect others and sometimes, their reputation and careers. “I’m sorry. If you wish to end our arrangement, it’s fine.”

  “I thought about it, but then I realized that I didn’t want to. I’m sorry that I’m not the best sub for you.”

  “You’re a good sub, my pet. Do you wish to leave or stay?”

  “Stay, Mistress,” he smiled.

  I knew he meant it, because his deep smile said it all. I’m sure he had a lot of things to go through and work through in his regular life and if I could, I’d help him, but I think I knew what he needed most right now. “pet, we shall get started.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said as he diverted his eyes to the floor.

  “Safe word?” I asked, as I always did as a reminder to both of us.

  “Yellow,” he said.

  “Very good, pet,” I smiled. “For being late, you’re being punished. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said.

  “Punishment pose, now, pet,” I purred as I walked over to my case and pulled out my paddle. It was a long paddle that had rubber nubs on one side and smooth rubber on the other side. I held it in my left hand as I walked behind him.

  He presented himself on his elbows and knees, ass in the air.

  I gazed on his bare ass and gently rubbed it with my right hand. Both cheeks. Perfect. I could see his cock getting hard as it dangled between his legs. Good. He was reacting the way he was supposed to react. His body was reacting perfectly, it was relaxed and ready for everything that I had to give him. He was closing off the outside world and just thinking about what would please me, as a good sub would do.

  Swat! I slapped the paddle against his ass and stood back. I loved watching the redness appear on his beautiful ass. Swat! I slapped the other cheek, waiting for the redness to match the right side. “Count, my pet,” I said as I continued to swat his ass, each time slightly harder than the last. “How many is that, my pet?”

  “Twenty, Mistress,” his voice excited and exhausted from holding in his orgasm.

  “On the spanking bench,” I instructed as I placed the paddle back over on the counter. I grabbed my crop and lightly fondled the textured handle. I watched as he got on the bench, resting his chest on the leather pad, as his knees were resting comfortably on the lower leather kneepads. I gently ran my right hand over his red ass. I kissed each ass cheek. “You have pleased your Mistress, my pet.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he panted slightly.

  I used my crop and gently ran the tip over his hard cock. I watched as it grew and looked like it was going to burst. I ran my finger down the crack of his ass and circled his asshole with it. “You’re a good sub, but you were late. You were doubting us, were you not?”

  “Not us, Mistress, just me,” he held his sob.

  I ran the crop up between his ass cheeks and over his spine, slowly moving up to the middle of his back. With the flick of a wrist, I slapped the right side of his back. “pet, are you a man?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I slapped the left side of his back with the crop. “Are you a police officer?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I slapped the right side of his back again with the crop. “Are you my pet?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Do you know who you are and what you want?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  I moved my crop to his ass and slapped each cheek. “Do you wish to stay my sub?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good. Do. Not. Be. Late. Again,” I said, as I slapped the crop against both cheeks again. “On your feet.”

  He stood up slightly clumsily, and part of that was him trying to maintain his bearings.

  I eyed his erection and then looked at his eyes, still diverted to the floor. “That orgasm that is about to burst is mine, do you hear me?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” his eyes still on the floor.

  “Shoes,” I commanded.

  He dropped to his knees and removed my shoes. Good, because my feet were fucking killing me, and he liked doing it. He kissed the tops of each of my feet and then sat back on his knees, waiting for the next command.

  “Unzip,” I turned my back to him and he unzipped the black lace dress I was wearing. My bustier had long garters attached to my fishnet stockings, but I had a treat for pet. No panties. I turned around and watched as pet folded my dress neatly and set it on the chair next to
the counter that had all my things. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch any of my toys.

  He trotted back to me and kneeled.

  “Eyes up to my sex, pet,” I commanded.

  His eyes focused on my sex and I noticed the glint in his eyes as he slightly licked his lips.

  “One finger, pet,” I commanded.

  He used his index finger and lightly rubbed my clit, as I spread my legs slightly. He slowly inserted it inside me and slowly finger-fucked me. After many years of being my sub, he knew what I liked.

  “Two, pet,” I commanded.

  He inserted a second finger inside me and continued to push in and pull out nice and slow.

  The control, not the touching, gave me an orgasm, but I wasn’t ready to allow him to see or feel that from me. I didn’t share those with anyone but myself. “Out and on your feet,” I commanded.

  He instantly pulled his fingers out of me and stood up.

  “You may suck on your fingers,” I commanded.

  He lightly inserted his fingers in his mouth and sucked my taste off of them. He pulled out his fingers and lightly licked his lips.

  “You wish to ask something?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he said. “Permission to kiss your pussy?”

  “Denied,” I commanded.

  “Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” he tried to not show his disappointment.

  “Kiss my mouth,” I commanded.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he stepped closer and pushed his lips gently against mine.

  I grabbed the back of his head and fed my tongue to him as it danced with his. I maintained complete control as I pulled away. I kissed his cheeks and then his forehead. “You’re a good sub, your Mistress is pleased. Now, sit on the bench.” I pointed.

  He trotted over to the sitting bench and placed his hands behind his back. His erection still bobbed, waiting for its release. I almost ended our session but I knew he needed release. Though my sub’s job was to please me, I only got pleasure if he was also enjoying himself.

  I walked over to pet and straddled his lap. I impaled myself on his cock and slowly moved my body up and down, thrusting my hips against his. I looked in his eyes and caught his glance. “Eyes with me, pet,” I commanded. It wasn’t often that I had sex with a sub, but now and then, we all needed that release. My pet needed something to keep himself focused and I was very good at being focused.

  He kept his eyes on me and I could see him holding in his orgasm because he knew it was mine.

  “Now, pet,” I whispered.

  He released his seed inside me. His body shook with excitement and release as he almost collapsed on the bench.

  pet was the only sub that I didn’t use a condom with. We were both tested. pet had a vasectomy and had issues having erections while wearing condoms. I’m not even sure if that’s a medical or psychological condition. I think out of the six years I’ve had my pet, we only had actual sex four times.

  I slowly stood up and took his hand. I led him to the floor and he sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him. I sat on the floor next to him and held him until his body calmed down.

  “You may get cleaned up and get dressed now,” I whispered and then kissed his temple.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he slowly rose to his feet and headed toward the sub’s washroom.

  I picked up my dress off the chair and headed into the washroom designated for Dominants.

  When he came out of the washroom, I smiled at him and hugged him. “Would you care to have a drink with me? We can talk about what happened to you.”

  “I’d like that, Mistress, thank you,” he smiled.

  “You go on. My table should be ready now,” I said. Dane knew I liked having dinner and a drink after my session. “You may be seated before I get there.” I reached around his neck and removed his working collar.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he left the room.

  I collected my things and placed them in my case. I headed out of the room and toward the main room in the club.

  4

  I SAW PET sitting at my table and was about to approach him, when I noticed the masked man from before, sitting at the bar. I found it interesting that he was still here. I walked over to the end of the bar and smiled at Dane and Alec, who were enjoying their beers. I kissed both of their cheeks. “So, you sent me a new sub?”

  “He requested you, personally,” Dane smiled. His dark eyes complimented his jet-black hair that drooped down in his face. I personally thought it was slightly too long because it covered up his sexy features, but I never opened my mouth about it.

  “He knew me?”

  “I guess he knew your Mistress name,” Dane said. “Mistress Angel is easy to spot and everyone here knows you. He’s been a guest before and he always wears the mask. Is there a problem?”

  “No, but next time give me some warning. Every damn sub thinks they can be the one to make me only want one sub and not three.”

  “He did want to observe your session tonight, but we told him you only had private sessions. You never did public unless you were training a newbie,” Alec said. “You want him to be a sub?”

  “Actually, in a week, I’ll be down to two subs,” I sighed.

  “Oh, Richard?” Alec pointed.

  “No, I almost lost him. He was outed. That reminds me, I have to talk to him. Can you have the waiter bring me over two of my usuals? And wine.”

  “Of course,” Dane kissed my cheek. “Take care of him. He’s a good man.”

  “I know,” she said. “Oh, the sub that I’m releasing is Anna. She wants a Master, a male, and one who doesn’t share.”

  “A lot of subs feel that way,” Dane said.

  “Yeah, that’s why there is always one thinking he can change my mind about sharing,” I snickered as I walked away. I knew that the masked man was watching. Good. Maybe he’ll learn something. As I approached the table, Richard stood up. I sat down and then he sat down. “I ordered dinner and wine.”

  “Thank you for your time, Mistress,” he said.

  “Of course, now, let’s drop the formalities and protocol. Why don’t you tell me what happened today? You were very upset. Richard, are you sure this is what you want?”

  Richard nodded. He was very handsome and quiet. I never saw him in action as a police officer. I just knew that he was an officer at the local precinct that was only a few blocks from my office building. Richard was a good man and has been my sub for years. We socialized now and then. I thought it was important to build rapport with my subs and to let them know that they could talk to me about anything. We weren’t in a vanilla relationship, but we could be friends outside of the lifestyle, if they wanted it. I did my best to make sure all my subs were happy. Though I always knew that they would move on and be with other Mistresses or Masters that focused on them, Richard was my sub for years. Our needs both personal and professional made sense and fit with the way that we were.

  Richard sighed. “My Lieutenant called me in the office today. I guess there was an undercover officer here last month. Now, I don’t know if it was official or not, and I didn’t know about this until today,” he sighed.

  “I understand. What happened?”

  “He had my photograph. It was from the Kink night. We all came wearing just our bondage gear and nothing else.”

  “Oh, right, I remember,” I said. I did. Every year, there would be a Kink night, when subs and slaves wouldn’t wear clothes, just their collars, leashes and some type of bondage gear. I liked rope, so my three subs were wearing blue hemp rope and their working collars. The rope accentuated their chest and cocks, while Anna’s accentuated her breasts and sex. Any other time, everyone in the main room is dressed. No nudity is allowed in the main room.

  “They cannot fire me for being here but it was a little embarrassing. I don’t know what else will happen. I wasn’t sure if I could … if I’d come back, but I needed to. I couldn’t think about not being your sub anymore. I like our arrangement.”
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  “So do I. You don’t get jealous of my other subs, do you?”

  “No, because it works for us,” he said. “I cannot be with another Mistress, but you have the right to be with more than one sub.”

  “You should be aware, if you’re not already, that each of my subs are used for different pleasures,” I reminded him.

  The waiter appeared at our table and set the dinner plates down in front of us. “Master Dane and Master Alec said the dinner and drinks were on the house tonight. For both you and your sub, Mistress Angel.”

  “Thank you and thank them. Oh, Todd, do you know if Mae is still here?”

  “I thought I saw her an hour ago, heading down the hall with Master Avery.”

  “Thank you,” I smiled.

  Todd nodded and walked away.

  I looked at Richard. “Enjoy your dinner. I’m starved. I worked all day and I have to work all weekend.”

  “Mistress, thank you for talking with me,” he smiled.

  “Richard, you have my card so if you need to talk any time, you have my permission to call me. I only work a few blocks from the station.”

  “Thank you,” he started to eat his dinner.

  I turned around quickly when I felt a quick breeze go by me. I looked up to see the masked man heading out of the club. That was interesting.

  5

  I STARED DOWN at the table cluttered with layouts for next month’s edition. Just when one would get out, I had to prepare for the next one. There never seemed to be enough hours in the day. I took a deep breath and stood up. It was definitely time to walk away for a few a moments. I walked out of my office and down the hall toward the break room, which was at the other end of the building. Yeah, my building. It was a 16-story building that comprised of the offices that it took to keep my magazine running. Even in the digital age, we still had a printed version that sat on the newsstands each month. Believe it or not, our primary sales were from newsstand and subscription sales.

  I poured myself a cup of coffee and quickly stirred the cream in it. I was about to take a sip when I heard the elevator ding. No one was supposed to be here today. It’s a Saturday and maintenance doesn’t work until the evenings. I poked my head out of the door and looked down the hall. I could only see that Mae’s door was closing.