Kate / Katherine

by Jilly Bowling

  Kate wondered how to answer, she couldn’t tell Hermione that her heart had shut out all feelings years ago, or that she was a call girl.

  “Let me just say this, Hermione, I’m extremely tough and I don’t fall in love easily. Damien has shown me what I need to feel fulfilled and I enjoy his company, as well as the sex.” Kate giggled. “Especially the sex. Plus he’s rich and good looking, what more could a girl want?”

  “I’m pleased that you have your head screwed on right. If you ever need help of any kind you can count on me. You know I’ve never had anything in common with Damien’s subs, but you are not like any of them. Maybe I should be worried about Damien, eh?” Hermione laughed out loud then said “We’d better get on.”

  After paying the bill they got into the car and travelled to a large industrial estate where the interior wholesalers were. The warehouse was enormous and packed with everything needed to furnish a home. Rolls and rolls of material, hundreds of cushions, rugs wallpaper, lights, lamps, ornaments, carpet and artificial plants vied with all types of furniture for space. Kate felt like a child in a sweet shop, and spent the next three hours happily collecting photos, samples, cushions, rugs and plants to use on her mood board.

  Hermione dropped her off at a taxi rank, telling her to be at their house on Friday morning with her ideas and mood boards prepared.

  When Kate arrived home she discovered two evening dresses hanging from the bedroom door. On the floor were two shoe boxes and on the coffee table were two jewellery boxes. A long thick box from Harrods was lying on her sofa. Lifting the lid she discovered a long fur coat with a designer label on it. She gasped, it was beautiful, but she hated the use of fur for fashion. Then she picked it up and discovered it was faux fur. Smiling she put it on. It reached below her knees but wasn’t heavy, in a pale beige mix, it looked stunning with Kate’s colouring. Whoever had chosen it had perfect taste.

  Turning to the dresses she pulled the protective covers off and once again smiled. The black dress had long sleeves and a slash neck and fitted like a second skin. Every curve and bump could be seen as Kate moved. It screamed sophistication. Taking it off she turned to the gold dress. It was simple, backless as far as the dimples at the base of her spine, it was held up by a halter neck and barely covered her nipples as it plunged to her waist and it shouted, ‘fuck me.’

  One of the jewellery boxes held a long rope of cream beads, knotted at the bottom, with beads on tiny gold chains for earrings. The other box held a similar black set; evening sandals, five inches high to match both sets of beads were in the shoe box. When Kate looked in her long mirror her devil did a back lip and went ‘yes oh yes. ‘

  Once she’d decided what to wear Kate sorted out her samples room by room. Once she was happy that she’d decorated and furnished every room in her mind she made herself an omelette and salad and switching on the TV sat down to eat. The news was on and she wasn’t really watching it until suddenly there was Damien shaking hands with the mayor of London, over some deal or another. Surrounded by sycophants of both sexes he looked powerful and to Kate sex clenchingly gorgeous. The women were gazing at him as if all he had to do was click his fingers and they’d strip off in the street.

  ‘He’s mine’ Kate thought, ‘for as long as I can keep him. As long as I am what he needs he’ll stay, and I’m going to be everything he needs and wants. ‘

  As she finished her meal she listed in her head what Damien needed.

  complete submission

  an outlet for his sadism

  an attractive escort

  strength and feistiness

  She could be all of those, being punished wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be, and to be so cared for after was lovely. The only part of being a submissive she disliked was the cooking and cleaning, but if she had an ordinary boyfriend she’d cook for him and clear up, and Damien was a good cook, he didn’t mind cooking for her.

  Then she put the thought of Damien out of her mind and concentrated on her mood boards for Terri’s house. Happy with the way her designs were progressing Kate went to bed at ten thirty and fell asleep almost immediately.

  ***

  Kate woke up at eight the next morning, had cereal and toast for breakfast, then worked hard on her boards. At lunchtime feeling pleased with how things were going she made herself a lunch of pasta followed by fruit, then she had a long shower and briskly walked to the beauty parlour. She hadn’t exercised since Monday morning but she had been very busy. If Damien found out he’d be angry. Then she thought, he’d be angry and need to punish her, if he knew! Mmm?

  Once at the parlour she discussed with her hairdresser and makeup artist how she wanted to look that night. When she described her dress, the girls got together to work out the perfect look to go with it. Kate had taken her arm band with her because she thought that the emeralds needed to be complemented in her appearance for the evening. After much discussion it was decided that the cream clutch bag Kate would be carrying should have some emerald coloured diamantes stuck on it. Also the combs in Kate’s hair should be gold and emerald, then the hairdresser persuaded her to have slightly different coloured auburn streaks put through her hair.

  Once Kate’s hair had been treated she was handed over to the manicurist, who painted her finger and toe nails a deep red. Once they were dry a spot of gold with a tiny emerald diamante stuck in it was placed on each nail. They looked amazing and Kate couldn’t stop twitching her toes, they caught the light and twinkled.

  Then her hair was rinsed off and conditioned. The hairdresser had achieved a natural look and Kate was really pleased. Once her makeup was done, including a sheen for her back and décolletage, she already looked drop dead gorgeous. Beige gold and green eye shadow gave her eyes a doe like look, and the colour of her eyes seemed even brighter. Her lashes were thick so she didn’t need falsies. Deep red lipstick the colour of her nail varnish finished the look. She looked totally sexy and fuckable.

  Her hair was put up into a smooth style but with tendrils that appeared to have escaped naturally. With the combs in place that matched her armband she was ready. All the staff were excited at the look they had created. Then one of them suggested that a tattoo would look fantastic just where the back of the dress ended. Kate thought ‘Ooh, not a tattoo, but what about a henna tattoo. ‘So the girls got the book out with them in and they settled on a tiny butterfly with emerald dots; when it was done it looked totally real. Paying with her card Kate promised to take in a photo of her in her dress etc. Then she called a taxi and arrived home at six thirty. Making herself a cup of tea she sat and rubbed perfumed body lotion all over her body.

  By seven fifteen she was dressed and ready, a final spritz of perfume, check of her teeth and a final visit to the loo and she was standing by her front door, with her new coat on, waiting for Damien’s knock. At seven twenty five the knock came and she counted to thirty before she opened the door.

  It was Turner standing there, Damien was in the car, on his phone. Kate pushed her annoyance down and calmly walked to the car. Turner opened the door and she climbed in; Damien held up a finger and continued his conversation. As Kate fastened her seat belt, the car pulled away from the kerb. It appeared that Damien was extremely angry. Speaking curtly into the phone he was telling the person on the other end to “Pull your finger out and make it happen!” Then he ended the call and swore.

  Taking a deep breath he turned to Kate and said “I’m sorry about that, Katherine.”

  Then he picked up her hand and kissed it.

  “Hello master, It’s lovely to see you too.” Kate said sweetly.

  Damien laughed. “I promise no more work. By the way, you smell divine.”

  “Thank you, and thank you for the beautiful coat and dresses, I really like them.”

  “Good, I see you went for the gold, I’m looking forward to seeing it.” Dam
ien grinned at her.

  “Did you choose it?”

  “I’m afraid not, your personal shopper picked everything, I have no idea about women’s clothes.”

  “Well, I hope you like it.” Kate laughed.

  “I’m sure I’ll love anything that you wear,” he said silkily.

  Kate’s devil was doing karate kicks and shouting ‘Oh boy he’s going to get such a shock’

  Smiling sweetly Kate kept quiet.

  Arriving at the Hilton Metropole, the venue for the charity dinner and auction, they were met by a bevy of paparazzi. Damien got out of the car first and put out his hand to help Kate out. The paparazzi went wild and the flashes of their cameras made Kate blink. Keeping her coat around her she stood next to Damien for a few seconds before he took her arm and led her into the building. Greeted by a line of charity workers Damien introduced her quickly then walked her to the ladies cloakroom.

  Kate joined the crush in the cloakroom, handed over her coat and collected her ticket. Looking around at the other women she was pleased to see that they were all dressed to impress. Taking a deep breath she left the cloakroom; Damien had his back to her and was talking to James. As James spotted her his eyes widened and he said “Wow!”

  Damien turned to see what had surprised James and his mouth fell open. Kate shimmied towards them, smiling shyly.

  “My god Kate, you look......” he growled, his voice husky.

  “Am I alright?” she asked.

  “Alright,” Damien gasped “You are amazing.”

  “Bloody hell, I hate you Masters.” James said shaking his head. “I can’t stay here or I’ll grab your woman and ravish her. See you later.” James left them, heading into the dining room.

  Damien looked at Kate “Well Katherine, if your intention was to shock me, you have succeeded. However I find I rather like you looking totally fuckable. Come with me, I intend to fuck you immediately,” and he grasped her hand and dragged her through the people who were milling about in the hallway. Kate gasped as she tried to keep up with him in five inch heels.

  Entering the staff area, Damien spoke to one of the waiters who grinned and led them to a little room, obviously a staff room, which was empty as all the staff were on duty looking after the guests. Indicating the key in the lock, the waiter, pocketed the money Damien slipped him, grinned again and left them alone. Damien locked the door and said. “Take that dress off and lean over the table.”

  Kate swallowed hard but forced herself to do as she was told. Damien stood behind her and she heard his zip unfasten, then he’d spread her legs apart and was thrusting into her hard. Initially she gasped with pain but almost immediately she moistened and her hips pushed up to allow him deeper access. Damien growled deep in his throat and grabbing her hips held her as he thrust harder and harder. Kate clenched her teeth and refused to moan or yelp. She’d got the reaction she had planned for, if slightly faster than she had thought. Feeling her orgasm rising she planted her feet and held herself solid for him. Damien let go of her hips and grabbing her breasts pulled her upright to him, coming with a roar, he held her tight against him caressing her breasts and nipping her nipples hard. Finally Kate cried out and orgasmed violently sagging against him.

  As Damien withdrew he kissed the sensitive part of her neck and said. “Is that what you wanted?”

  Kate turned and pressed her body into him and whispered. “Yes master.”

  “Incidentally, Katherine, I like the butterfly, but you did not ask my permission to mar your body, however, your punishment will have to wait. Get dressed; we don’t want to be late for the dinner.”

  As Kate sorted herself out Damien fastened his zip and straightened his tie. Picking up her dress he helped her into it so she didn’t mess her hair up. Then he unlocked the door saying “I expect you will need to use the powder room, I’ll wait outside for you.”

  Once Kate had freshened up she rejoined him and they walked into the dining room. Finding their seats Damien held Kate’s out for her and whispered in her ear. “Not only do you look totally fuckable, you now look totally fucked.”

  When she blushed Damien smirked and said “I look forward to our next session in my playroom.”

  Kate’s sex clenched and she picked up the water and poured herself a glass. Taking a long drink she worked hard to compose herself. Finally she was calm enough to look up and round the table. They appeared to be on the top table, she was seated between Damien and James. Next to James was his date for the evening, a pretty blonde in a pretty dress. Next to her was a fat sweaty looking man, who Kate recognised as one of her clients, a high court judge. His equally fat wife was dressed in a puce beaded dress that had given up trying to keep her fat floppy breasts up. Her neighbour was one of the lesser royals, then his snooty looking wife. The man next to her was the blonde haired mayor of London with a pleasant looking girl as his token date.

  Kate was pleased that she had James on her left as she wouldn’t know what to say to any of to the others. She kept her face slightly turned away from the judge, just in case, and ate her way through the meal quietly. The food was delicious, cajun caesar chicken, followed by roast rib of beef with crushed potatoes, sunblushed tomatoes, french beans and red onion with a port sauce. Desert was apricot and praline mousse with pistachio tuile. The wine was very good and she drank a fair bit of it. She knew Damien was watching her, but didn’t care. Tonight her devil was rampant.

  As the meal finished with coffee people started to circulate. James wandered off to speak to some people on the music industry and his date took his seat so she could chat to Kate. She quizzed Kate about Damien and said that she was one of James PA’s. They chatted about the auction to come and Kate forgot to keep her head turned away from the judge. Then there was a shriek and Kate’s name was called out. Terri hurried across to join Kate and quickly moved James’ pa, who headed off in search of James.

  “Kate, what are you doing here?” Terri asked.

  “I’m having dinner and watching an auction, the same as you.” Kate laughed.

  “You look totally awesome, I knew you were pretty, but you’re drop dead gorgeous.”

  “Thank you, you look absolutely terrific too.” Kate said sincerely.

  “Well, I was bullied into coming by my G.V B F and he’s escorted me so I wouldn’t be by myself.” Terri told her quietly. “Who are you here with?” And she looked around the table.

  “I’m here with Damien Masters.”

  “What! You sly cow, introduce me please.”

  So Kate turned to Damien who had been talking to the mayor across his date. “Excuse me, um, Damien.” she whispered.

  Damien excused himself to the mayor and turned to her with a quizzical look.

  “I’d like to introduce you to a friend,” she said nervously. “Damien this is Terri Jones whose house Hermione and Tony are designing.”

  Damien smiled his sexiest smile and looked into Terri’s eyes as he said. “Kate has told me all about your beautiful house. I must say she didn’t prepare me for how beautiful you are.”

  Terri dissolved in front of Kate’s eyes from a self assured celebrity and hard headed business woman into a shy uncoordinated teenager. She actually licked her lips and her eyes widened.

  “P- pleased to meet you,” was all she managed to get out.

  Damien smirked and Kate kicked him under the table as she growled at Terri, “Down girl, he’s mine.”

  “Excuse me, I’ll catch up with you later Terri.” Damien purred as he turned back to the mayor.

  “My god, how long have you been with him? He looks dangerous.” Terri murmured.

  “Yes he is, more than you could start to imagine.” Kate said darkly.

  “He’s also one of the richest men in the world.” Terri commented. “I wish you all the luck in the world, Kate. Don’t fall fo
r him. Love is a waste of time. You just get hurt.”

  “Don’t worry about me, Terri. I’m tougher than I look, and I don’t fall in love.” Kate said in a hard voice.

  “Oh, oh you have dark secrets, I can tell, but I won’t push you to talk about them. At least not until we are good friends forever!” Terri laughed.

  At that moment James returned and Terri leapt up saying, “Oh I’m sorry, I took your seat so I could talk to Kate.”

  Kate was watching James face and when he smiled and his eyes gleamed her devil jumped up and down saying ‘See master, I’m right. They’d be good for each other.’

  James was saying. “No, don’t get up, won’t you introduce us Kate.”

  As Kate made the introductions, the judge who had been watching Kate for a while, suddenly lurched to his feet, he had imbibed far too freely, and shouted over to Kate. “Hey what are you doing here?”

  His wife tried to restrain him but he brushed her off and lurched towards Kate, nearly falling over Terri. “You shouldn’t be here. What are you trying to do, blackmail me? Don’t you dare, you whore.”

  Kate had gone white but her temper came up and she replied. “Be careful, my lord.”

  The judge tried to grab her to throw her out, shouting for security, when Damien leaned over and said to Kate. “Go get him Katherine!”

  Kate growled “Yes master.” And turning back to the judge raised her voice slightly so only the people closest could hear what she said. “Now baby you don’t want all these people to know that the only way you can come, is to be caned, dressed in a nappy and suckled like a baby, do you? I expect it is a surprise to your wife who I think is about to expire, by the way.” And Kate put her hand on his chest and gently pushed him over.

  As the judge fell James called for a medic saying he looked as if he was having a heart attack. As the judge was carried from the room his wife was assisted by two waiters. Damien had left his seat and putting his arm around Kate said, “Kate darling, how awful for you, he’d obviously had too much to drink. I’d heard that he was becoming unreliable.”