The Mistress Files: The Case of the Diffident Dom

“Just what, Robert?” The Mistress leaned forward and let one lace-encased arm drape over the other as she studied him. Her breasts were on ample display in her black-and-white striped corset. But Robert only looked into her eyes.

“Just… I’m afraid to ask for this. It’s crazy. I know you’ll say no.” He paused for a breath. Whatever he was about to ask clearly required as much courage as the man had within him. The Mistress couldn’t wait to hear what perverted, sadistic, terrifying plan the man had in mind. “Will you come home with me and meet my wife?”

“You sick twisted motherfucker.”

Robert blanched. The Mistress laughed.

“Come on,” she said as she stood up and threw her toy bag over her shoulder. “I’ll drive.”

The Mistress drove and Robert sat in the passenger seat, eyeing her warily.

“What? Did you think I’d say no?” The Mistress asked.

“I assumed you would. Isn’t coming home with clients a little…”

“It’s not usually done, no. But I’m not your ordinary Dominatrix. I make ten times what my sisters in sadism do because I do the stuff they won’t. Like…”

“Go to client’s houses?”

“For starters. Now tell me how you know Kingsley. You must know Kingsley somehow.”

“I know Kingsley.”

“Carnal knowledge?”

“He wishes.”

“I like you, Robert Bruce. Keep talking.”

Robert toyed with his watchband as The Mistress took them to the edge of Manhattan.

“Don’t do that. You’re not the fidgeting type. It hurts my soul to see a dignified Dom fidgeting.”

“Sorry, Mistress. How do you know I’m a Dom, though?”

“I’ll eat my own underwear if you’re a sub. Switch? Maybe although you seem like a man of hard and simple desires. Switches are much more flighty and fucked-up. I know this from experience. So Dom?”

“Yes. Ex-Dom.”

“Future Dom. You’ve topped before?”

“Old girlfriend,” Robert explained. “She got me into it back when I was in grad school. MBA.”

“MBA? I stand corrected. You’re obviously a masochist. Continue.”

“Not much to tell. She was one of Kingsley’s crew back then. That’s how I know him.”

“True love?”

“Yeah… for about six months. Loved her with all my cock and soul.”

“How romantic.”

Robert laughed at himself. “She was kinky as hell. Been in the scene since she was a teenager. Told me I couldn’t lay a hand on her without tying her up first. She gave me the basic tour of BDSM. After a couple nights, she called me a natural.”

“I can see that. So cock-and-soul girl? She went by the wayside?”