“Sure, you are O.K., aren’t you?”
“Yes honest. The whole sub thing spooked me. Got to get my dom head back on, speak soon love, bye.”
As Kate hung up she felt tears in her eyes. Going into the bathroom she rang a bath, then headed to her cupboard where she kept her booze. Pouring a stiff gin and tonic she went into the kitchen and topped it up with ice. Putting the glass on the side of the bath she took her clothes off and climbed in.
Leaning back she closed her eyes and let her breath out slowly; then she started to really cry. The sex had thrown her, it had been amazing and she’d never, ever felt like that before. Why did he have to be such a sadist? What a sick bastard! As she became angry, her tears dried up. Well she didn’t have to have any more to do with him.
Her phone vibrated with a text. It was Cynthia texting ‘Soz don’t want to wake u. HE phoned 2 make sure you home O.K.!!speak tomoz.’
Damien phoned to make sure she was alright! Kate decided that the man was mad. Finishing her drink she dried herself and went to bed. Surprisingly she fell asleep very quickly.
Chapter 3
Kate slept through until late morning, and when she woke her body still ached everywhere. Thinking over the last two nights she tried to analyse how she felt about it all, she’d never experienced the feelings Damien had aroused in her. Why had being submissive turned her on? In her working life she’d always played the Domme, at least for the last four years she had, and her clients came back to her time after time.
But, my god how he had turned her on!
Shaking her head Kate forced the memories of him out of her head. She’d go down the pub tonight and meet her mates, have a laugh, behave her age and have too much to drink.
Pulling on a tee shirt and jeans she made tea and toast, and curling up in her armchair, phoned Cynthia.
“Hi Kate, how you doing?”
“I’m O.K. furious with myself for getting scared. Tell me what he said when he phoned.”
“Well, he said he was concerned that you were home safe. Said it was a stupid misunderstanding and wanted your mobile number.”
“Misunderstanding! He called me a whore and was going to beat me.” Kate exclaimed.
“Well, I told him he’d made a bad mistake. We wouldn’t put up with that kind of behaviour. He was insistent that he must talk to you. So I told him I’d pass on a message.” Cynthia told her.
“What! You should have told that sick fuck to get lost.” Kate shouted.
“Look Kate, I’m just your message service, and he has my phone number.”
“Well if he phones again, just tell him I’m not interested in anything he has to say.”
“O.K. love, let me know when you want to work again. Take it easy for a while, bye.” and Cynthia hung up.
Pouring herself another cup of tea, Kate was fuming. Who the hell did he think he was? Peeling a banana she paced around her flat eating it and thinking.
‘What did he want?’
Chucking the banana skin in the bin, she finished her cup of tea and picking up her gym bag, let herself out of the flat; as usual she walked to the gym. Once changed she did her stretches then went to the walker, after ten minutes walking and thirty running, she moved onto weight training. Then after some cooling down stretches she changed into her bikini, had a quick shower and went to the pool, where she swam her usual thirty lengths. Feeling better in mind and body she sat in the jacuzzi for half an hour.
Once dressed she phoned her mate, Belle. “Hiya babe,” Belle drawled.
“Are you up yet?” Kate asked.
“Yeah, just having a coffee.”
“Fancy lunch?”
“Yeah, great, where?”
“That little cafe we went to last week. Ok, about thirty minutes?” Kate asked.
“Ok, see you there, bye.”
Kate waved down a taxi and gave the driver the address then leant back, daydreaming.
Suddenly realising she was feeling hot, and parts of her were remembering how they’d felt last night and the night before, she sat up and opened the window.
“Too hot, love?” the driver asked looking in the mirror.
“Yes, I’ve been to the gym.”
“Ah, not my cup of tea.” he said laughing and patting his stomach.
Once at the cafe, Kate ordered two still waters and waited for Belle. She was only ten minutes late, which was good for her, hugging they sat opposite each other. Belle was a larger than life, statuesque woman of colour. Coffee cream with short cropped white hair, she also was a much sought after call girl. The two of them sometimes paired up to put on a domme night for clients who requested it. The difference between them was that Belle had a daughter, Kaly, who was four years old and the reason that Belle lived. They both ordered caesar salad and sat nibbling bread sticks and crudities.
“What’s up, doc.” Belle quipped pretending a breadstick was a cigar.
So Kate told her about Damien and what had happened over the last two days.
“Sounds to me that he got under your skin.”
“He got everywhere, I’m telling you, I didn’t think I could be got like that.” Kate told her.
“Seems like you liked him?”
“I liked the sex part, didn’t mind the playing and spanking, hated the strap.” Kate told her.
“Did it hurt that much?” Belle raised an eyebrow. “And did him fucking you brainless afterwards take it out of your mind?”
Kate thought hard “No it stung, but the way he made me feel after, took it out of my mind.”
“So, why did you react so badly when he wanted to do it again?”
Kate didn’t answer.
“I’ll tell you why.” Belle told her “Because he’d made you feel something for him.”
Kate stared at her friend.”What? I hate him.”
“That’s feeling something. Look Kate, when we’re with a trick, we feel nothing; don’t like, don’t dislike, don’t feel contempt or amused at their preferences. We are acting a part. Dominatrix or submissive, it’s just pretend. You know you’re not a domme or a sub. Don’t you?”
Kate looked at her friend open mouthed,’Did she?’
“Oh” Belle sighed.”You actually enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Being punished.”
“No!” Kate shook her head.
“Be honest with yourself, the fact that he is a real dom turned you on. Then him fucking your brains out made him special. I know you aren’t turned on easy, if ever, so what was different the last two nights?”
Kate put her fork down, she’d lost her appetite.”It was too intense to act a part.”
Belle nodded, and putting her hand on Kate’s said.”Do you get back behind your mask, so you can work, or do you let him ruin you for this life?”
“He was willing to pay anything I asked.” Kate mused.
“Then you had gotten to him too babe.”
“You think?”
“Why else would he want to get in touch. Sorry, I’ve got to go pick Kaly up. Get your head together girl, my advice is take him for everything you can, and I don’t just mean money.” Belle kissed Kate on her head and rushed out of the cafe, immediately catching a taxi cruising by. Kate sat crumbling a bread stick, deep in thought; deciding to do nothing, Kate paid the bill and leaving the cafe looked for a taxi. One eventually pulled in for her and climbing aboard she was taken home.
That evening Kate headed to her favourite pub, where all her ‘civilian’ friends gathered. They didn’t know what Kate did for a living and didn’t care. Some had jobs, some were students and some were unemployed or resting actors/models. Wearing a pair of black leggings, sloppy off one shoulder top, ballet shoes and no makeup, with her hair pulled back in a messy p
onytail, Kate looked about eighteen.
Feeling light hearted she pushed through the door into the noisy bar.
“Kate, over here” Jim waved her over to the group.
Surrounded by her down to earth friends she relaxed for the first time in three days. Once they’d had a drink or three in the pub the gang headed to a local club. They knew the bouncers on the door, and even though there were a lot of them, had no trouble getting in. Losing herself in the music, dancing with her uncomplicated friends, Kate didn’t hear her phone until someone pointed out that it was ringing. Relaxed and slightly drunk she answered it.
“Hello Kate, sorry to bother you, but I’ve been paid mega bucks to pass this message on to you.”
“Shit Cynth, I told you not to bother me.”
“Well I have, I’m texting a phone number to you. It’s up to you whether you use it or not. Bye.”
As Cynthia hung up, Kate’s phone vibrated with an incoming text; angrily switching it off, Kate threw herself into the crowd, dancing sexily with one of her male friends. It was unusual for Kate to drink too much, but by the time the night was over she was almost legless. Three of her friends took her home, put her to bed and left a bottle of water beside her. Letting themselves out they were wondering what was wrong with her tonight but shrugged it off. They’d all got drunk sometimes, it was just Kate’s turn tonight.
Chapter 4
When Kate surfaced the next morning, she felt awful. Thumping headache, dry mouth and acid stomach, made her swear not to drink again. Grabbing the bottle of water she propped herself up on her pillows and drank deeply. Searching in the drawer next to her bed she groped to find some painkillers, which she swallowed with more water. Closing her eyes again she lay back hoping her head would feel better soon.
An hour later she was jerked awake again by her phone ringing. Ignoring it she let it go to voicemail. Opening her eyes she lay trying to persuade her body to get out of bed, she needed the loo! Rolling out of her bed she staggered to her bathroom. After using the loo she pulled off her top and underwear from the night before and stepped into the shower. She stood there for quite a while, just letting the hot water run over her, then she made herself wash her hair and body.
Once she was finished she wrapped her hair in a turban, and wrapping a large fluffy bath sheet around her body tottered into the kitchen, tea and toast, that’s what she needed. After two rounds of toast and two large mugs of tea, she started to feel slightly better.
She cleaned her teeth, which made her feel even better, then dressed in tee shirt and jeans dried her hair.
Picking up her mobile she saw that she had missed calls and texts. Just as she was about to read them her phone rang again. It was Cynthia.
“Hello” Kate sighed.
“Kate, you sound awful. Did you get my call and texts?”
“Not yet. I had a heavy night, last night. I’ve just surfaced.”
“What, you weren’t working?”Cynthia said suspiciously.
“No out with my mates clubbing. What do you want Cynth? I told you I’m not working at the moment.”
“I’m being pestered by the bloke you tried to castrate. Please ring him and get rid, I texted you his number. If you don’t I’ll have to change my number and that will really piss me off!” Cynthia wasn’t joking.
Quite a few girls used her as a message service as she was well spoken and conscientious. Kate really didn’t want to piss her off.
“The man is sick! O.K. I’ll call him. Bloody cheek.” Kate muttered ending the call.
Making herself another cup of tea, Kate sat back down and opened the text Cynthia had sent. It was just a mobile number. She hesitated, annoyed that her heart was thumping and her mouth was dry; then she closed the phone and put it on the arm of her chair. Drinking her tea she kept looking at it as if it might bite her. Breathing out a breath she quickly picked it up, looked at the number, then dialled it before she could change her mind.
“Damien Masters.”
Taking a deep breath she said “It’s Katherine.”
His voice became smoother and lower, “Katherine, I’m pleased that you called me.”
“What do you want?” she snapped.
She could feel the twitch of his lips down the phone. “That isn’t very polite, is it?” he purred.
“Why would you expect me to be polite to you?”
“Katherine, we must talk. I’m sorry if you were frightened the other night. All I ask is that we meet and talk. In public, wherever you want.” Damien said quickly before she could interrupt.
“We have nothing to talk about, and I wasn’t frightened. It would take more than a sick fuck like you to frighten me. By the way, have you got the feeling back in your balls yet?” Kate asked.
“You certainly know how to protect yourself, although it was unnecessary. Your safe word was enough.”
“How could I be sure of that? You were furious.” Kate murmured.
“That’s because you tried to castrate me.” he growled.
“Well, grab a whore and that’s what you get.” Kate snapped, yet again.
“Mmm.” Damien sighed. “Look we can talk in circles, or you can let me buy you dinner, and we can start again.
‘Start again?’ Kate thought. “Dinner where?”
“I have heard that City Social is very good. Unless you have a better idea.” Damien was obviously trying to persuade her to meet him.
“City social? Yes it is good.” Kate said thinking ‘expensive too.’
“Shall I send a car for you?” he asked.
“No, I haven’t said I’ll come yet.” Kate demured.
“Well say yes.” Damien insisted.
“What time, and I’ll make my own way there, thanks,” she wouldn’t let him know where she lived.
“Eight, alright with you?”
“What if you can’t get a table?” Kate suddenly thought “It’s very popular.”
“I’ll get a table?” he insisted.
“Right, I’ll see you at eight. If it’s off for any reason, let Cynthia know.”
“I’ve got your number now.” Damien laughed.
“No you haven’t, I blocked it!” Kate turned her mobile off smiling to herself.
Then she phoned her beauty parlour, massage, hair, waxing and makeup. When she put her phone down she thought ‘Bugger, why am I waxing?’
Lying on the massage table Kate decided that she’d have her broken nail replaced and a new varnish. Then she decided that she’d go extremely over the top sexy, on her hair and makeup, that would throw him. A dom confronted by one of the best dominatrix in the city.
When she was finished, she looked in the mirror and flipped a high five at herself. Eat your heart out Jordan; Katherine was on the town tonight.
Back at home she drank a cup of tea, even though she’d have to redo her lipstick, and looked through her wardrobe. Deciding she needed classy not sexy, she discarded all her domme gear. Smart was too demur; then she found the perfect outfit. A gold dress that fastened behind her neck, plunged at the back and slunk over her waist and hips, into a handkerchief hem, below the knee. Four inch pewter strappy heels and matching purse. Diamond studded small hoops in her ears, a neat diamond watch and she was ready. Spraying herself liberally with perfume, she redid her lipstick and was pleased with how she looked.
Her only underwear was a thong. She’d show him who was scared!
Bob picked her up at seven thirty. It might take anything up to forty minutes, if the traffic was bad, ‘So what’ Kate thought,’ It wasn’t a job. He could wait.’
It was five past eight, when Bob dropped her off. Telling him she’d call if she wanted picking up, she walked sedately into the restaurant. It was new and beautifully decorated, so Kate took her time looking around. Giving Damie
n’s name she was led through the restaurant to a secluded table. As he saw her coming he stood up and waited for her.
“Katherine, how gorgeous you look.” he said with a twitch of his lips and a glint in his eye.
Suddenly Kate felt embarrassed, remembering what had happened between them. The maitre d’ pulled out her chair and she sank into it. Grateful to have the table between them, she asked for water then sat and waited for Damien to open the conversation. Once the waiter had brought Kate’s water and handed them menus, Damien cleared his throat.
“Firstly I apologise for the other evening. I should have realised that you weren’t an experienced sub. Although there were times when I had doubts, I was enjoying myself and I think you were too. So I broke my own rules and ignored my doubts.”
Kate looked at him, not knowing how to react. Then she remembered the lecture Belle had given her. Act it, don’t feel it.
Putting a haughty domme face on she said “I have experience as most things, though I must admit, lately I have been working as a domme, that is the role I prefer. I’m afraid that I shouldn’t have accepted your job. I apologise too, but you should have warned me that you are a sadist as well as a dom, then I would have been prepared.”
The waiter came to take their orders so conversation stopped for a while. Once their starters were in front of them and the waiter had poured the wine, Damien looked at Kate and said, “I don’t think I’m wrong in saying that there were a lot of things we both enjoyed on both nights.”
Kate’s sex clenched and she couldn’t help squirming; her mouth was dry so she drank some wine. As she licked her lips she caught Damien looking at her mouth. Then their eyes met, Damien’s mouth twitched and his eyes glinted, then he laughed out loud. Kate couldn’t help it as she started to smile.
Then Damien said “So Kate tell me, do you enjoy being a dominatrix?”
Frowning at him Kate asked, “What kind of a question is that?”
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