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Authors: Kay Jaybee
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and pulled it firmly over Jess’s pussy, attaching it securely to the front of the belt with a silver clamp.
Unable to contain a frustrated moan as her snatch was teased and incarcerated by the furry strap, Jess squirmed against its tickling surface.
‘Miss Sanders, I wish you to listen very carefully to what I have to say.’ Mrs Peters’ voice was like steel as she twisted the clerk around to face her. ‘David will be here in a moment. You will do what he says, when he says, without question, but you have to start things. This is your session, but I will be watching, assessing your handling of the situation.’
‘My session?’
‘Yours.’
‘But, ‘Jess stammered as she struggled to comprehend what was being demanded of her, ‘I’m a submissive, or so you keep saying. I don’t do controlling.’
‘And yet you will do this,’ The manageress’s fingers danced lightly over Jess’s naked cleavage, sending a cruel extra gush of longing down her spine, ‘I think you will understand once you and David get into your stride.’
‘I ...’ Jess’s pointless protests were interrupted by a sharp rap at the door.
‘Let him in, Miss Sanders.’
There was no time to argue. It was as if her body was operating outside of her brain, as if she was watching herself invite the client into the room on autopilot, propelled by an internal desire-fuelled curiosity to find out what was going to happen next.
A mute greeting between Mrs Peters and Mr Proctor increased the uneasy yet expectant mood in the room, as Jess found herself hovering before the man, not really sure what to do next. He was regarding her with expressionless round green eyes, set in a circular face. Neither fat nor thin, the customer would have summed up the terms “average build and average height” perfectly. His slightly greying foppish hair hung over one side of his face, and a hand kept lifting it up to knock it away. About 45 years old Jess guessed, with an expensive designer suit that indicated he was on his lunch hour from some high powered employment.
After Jess had failed to move for several moments, Mrs Peters gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Honestly, girl, have you paid no attention to Miss Sarah when she starts a session?’ She turned to David, her accent gentle and kind, at total odds with the way she had addressed Jess. ‘My apologies. As I explained on the phone, she is very new.’
The client, his face revealing nothing, nodded.
‘David likes his experiences in the dungeon to start with the mistress in charge ordering him to strip off, and, as this is a dungeon, punished. I would have thought that would be obvious.’
Feeling a failure before she’d even started, and smarting from the unfairness of the situation, Jess’s face coloured violently in embarrassment. She’d never told anyone to do anything in her life, and she wasn’t sure she could now.
Summoning all her courage, and doing her best to picture how Miss Sarah acted in her mistress role, Jess said, ‘Strip.’ Despite her attempt to sound masterful, her voice came out rather squeakily. The client however, remained solemn, and obeyed, his suit hitting the dirty floor with considerable speed.
An unexpected jolt of power ran through Jess as she observed the man humble before her. His cock was proud and firm, asking for attention all on its own, while his un-tanned skin showed evidence of previous beatings at the tops of his legs, back and arse. Doing her best to adopt an expression of haughty disdain, Jess circled David slowly, just as Mrs Peters had done to her in the past.
Increasingly conscious of the belt beneath her skirt Jess wondered how long she could leave it before taking off her own clothes, and allow David see that she wore the belt for him beneath. Not yet, she judged, and turning from him collected a paddle from a nearby hook. With her heart pounding, Jess ordered the guest onto his hands and knees.
The speed at which he capitulated gave Jess a
Unable to contain a frustrated moan as her snatch was teased and incarcerated by the furry strap, Jess squirmed against its tickling surface.
‘Miss Sanders, I wish you to listen very carefully to what I have to say.’ Mrs Peters’ voice was like steel as she twisted the clerk around to face her. ‘David will be here in a moment. You will do what he says, when he says, without question, but you have to start things. This is your session, but I will be watching, assessing your handling of the situation.’
‘My session?’
‘Yours.’
‘But, ‘Jess stammered as she struggled to comprehend what was being demanded of her, ‘I’m a submissive, or so you keep saying. I don’t do controlling.’
‘And yet you will do this,’ The manageress’s fingers danced lightly over Jess’s naked cleavage, sending a cruel extra gush of longing down her spine, ‘I think you will understand once you and David get into your stride.’
‘I ...’ Jess’s pointless protests were interrupted by a sharp rap at the door.
‘Let him in, Miss Sanders.’
There was no time to argue. It was as if her body was operating outside of her brain, as if she was watching herself invite the client into the room on autopilot, propelled by an internal desire-fuelled curiosity to find out what was going to happen next.
A mute greeting between Mrs Peters and Mr Proctor increased the uneasy yet expectant mood in the room, as Jess found herself hovering before the man, not really sure what to do next. He was regarding her with expressionless round green eyes, set in a circular face. Neither fat nor thin, the customer would have summed up the terms “average build and average height” perfectly. His slightly greying foppish hair hung over one side of his face, and a hand kept lifting it up to knock it away. About 45 years old Jess guessed, with an expensive designer suit that indicated he was on his lunch hour from some high powered employment.
After Jess had failed to move for several moments, Mrs Peters gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Honestly, girl, have you paid no attention to Miss Sarah when she starts a session?’ She turned to David, her accent gentle and kind, at total odds with the way she had addressed Jess. ‘My apologies. As I explained on the phone, she is very new.’
The client, his face revealing nothing, nodded.
‘David likes his experiences in the dungeon to start with the mistress in charge ordering him to strip off, and, as this is a dungeon, punished. I would have thought that would be obvious.’
Feeling a failure before she’d even started, and smarting from the unfairness of the situation, Jess’s face coloured violently in embarrassment. She’d never told anyone to do anything in her life, and she wasn’t sure she could now.
Summoning all her courage, and doing her best to picture how Miss Sarah acted in her mistress role, Jess said, ‘Strip.’ Despite her attempt to sound masterful, her voice came out rather squeakily. The client however, remained solemn, and obeyed, his suit hitting the dirty floor with considerable speed.
An unexpected jolt of power ran through Jess as she observed the man humble before her. His cock was proud and firm, asking for attention all on its own, while his un-tanned skin showed evidence of previous beatings at the tops of his legs, back and arse. Doing her best to adopt an expression of haughty disdain, Jess circled David slowly, just as Mrs Peters had done to her in the past.
Increasingly conscious of the belt beneath her skirt Jess wondered how long she could leave it before taking off her own clothes, and allow David see that she wore the belt for him beneath. Not yet, she judged, and turning from him collected a paddle from a nearby hook. With her heart pounding, Jess ordered the guest onto his hands and knees.
The speed at which he capitulated gave Jess a
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