The feather traveled between her breasts but it did nothing to entice her feelings. Not even the slightest quiver between her legs. The blindfold was soft leather against her eyes blocking out her seducer’s face. Satin gloves tied her wrists together over her head to the headboard. She tried holding in a yawn as her lover switched from the peacock feather to the minx glove that she had lain out. But even the soft fur smoothed over her stomach and across her thigh did nothing as she held her breath hoping that the alarm would ring signaling the end of her appointment.

God put down the glove and get the fuck out of here. Get your rocks off and leave me the fuck alone. Arrgh!! Why do they have to take so long and I’m hungry. What I’m going to have for dinner. I think there’s pizza… no damn I ate that last night. Maybe Chinese I haven’t had that in awhile.

“Mistress Bane, am I doing something wrong. You seem far away tonight?”

She groaned internally. Tony was trying so hard to please her. “I’m sorry. Look let’s call it a night. Untie me.”

There was a long moment before her charge obeyed and she knew that she should whip him for not following her order right away, but her heart wasn’t in it. She blinked at the candlelight as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. Tony looked down at her and she just tried to hold in a laugh at his outfit. He wore leather chaps so tight it seemed his balls would burst and a leather mask with only a zipper slit for his mouth and eyes which he had open. He looked liked he belonged at the closest gay bar his gut hung over his chaps and she saw his erection trying to escape his pants.. She was dressed only in a G-string with her purple hair caught back in a bun. Tony didn’t like her hair down. He said it reminded him of her daughter who had the same color dye job. She obliged even though he tried so hard to be good. Tony wanted to start seeing her more during the week when she was trying to wean him down to twice a month. The guy was nice, but he was depending on her too much and she couldn’t have that she had a life outside of the dungeon, but none of her clients seemed to understand that.

Tony glanced at her once as she got up. Se knew that he admired her twenty-seven year old body, the way that he touched her he was never rough or never chose the whip on her, but he always left with the stripes of her torture. That was the way that he liked it, but he treated her like gold. All of her clients did, they bought her gifts when she never asked, made dinner offers, she even got a couple of engagement rings which she had to turn down even though she was flattered. But now as she slipped back into her schoolgirl outfit she noticed that Tony was changing as well. She looked at the bed and the array of whips, dildoes, massage oil, outfits, handcuffs, anything that her clients wanted she could pull off; she honestly didn’t feel the thrill of it anymore. She just shrugged and knew that the cleaning staff would replace everything and make it immaculate for her tomorrow. That was one reason why she liked working where she did instead of doing it on her own, she didn’t have to worry about picking up after herself. Which was great because if they saw her house, they wouldn’t go near it with a ten-foot pole.

“Have a good night Mistress.”

“Night Tony.”

Her client left and she sat on the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair needed to be touched up as she let it down from the chop sticks she threw it up in. Her green eyes were contacts to cover up the silver ones that she had since birth. Her skin was blotchy covered up by makeup and glitter, her teeth were capped and shit even her breasts were fake. Everything about her was make believe; all to please others. She sighed and riffled through her bag and found all of her jewelry and put those back in, one through her eyebrow, nose, lip and tongue. The only one that she hadn’t taken out was the one in her clit and that one had hurt the least. Her back was a mess of tattoos, fairies, and dragons, things that she had found interesting through the years. Now she was working on one that would link all of them together creating a magical forest scene. She had the sitting planned for next week and knew that she would be out of work for a few weeks while her tattoos healed. But hell it wasn’t like she was going to miss it. God she hated being a Dom. She was so tired of acting out fantasies. She just wanted life to be normal or semi-normal, but hell who was she kidding, she was good at her job and she made a shit load of money doing it.

That is the only reason I stick with it, I’d never make this much money pounding a key board in some uppity office, besides I’d have to give up the hair and no one messes with my purple hair.

“Hey Lisha,” There was a knock on the door. It was Cameron coming to see if she was done for the night. It was something that she always did.

“Yeah.”

“You want to grab a bite. We’re heading over to Chang’s you hungry?”

I swear that girl is psychic. “Yeah, I’m coming. Give me a sec. I gotta change and take a quick shower. I’ll meet you over there. Give me twenty minutes. Order me a daiquiri or something and some beef and broccoli will ya.”

“Ok, see you later. Oh Maurice wants to see you before you go. I almost forgot.”

Lisha rolled her eyes. Maurice was the manager, a mobster wanana be that dressed like he was in caught in the seventies in a leisure suit, several gold chains and enough cologne to make her gag.

“’k.” She got up and made her way over to the bathroom that was concealed behind a Chinese screen. Lisha stripped and turned the water on and waited for the mirror to fog up.

The first blast of water that hit her made her shiver from the temperature as it scalding her skin turning her lobster red. The stream washed away all traces of oil and Tony’s hands. She leaned her head back against the wall and let the water gush over her and rinse away all of the days stress as she could at least look forward to a weekend off. God she needed it. Another thought of being tied up or thrashing someone because they needed to be beaten was something she didn’t know if she could take. Maybe she could find a job in a morgue. Dead people were fun.. Her appearance wouldn’t matter, everyone would be dead. Maybe she could join the circus or some shit. God she was tired, more tired than she realized.

Finally she rinsed the water from her eyes and grabbed the nearest bar of soap that she could. As she ran the bar over the tits she heard the door crack open. God Maurice. That pervert can’t even fucking wait until I’m out of the shower. What’s new about that? He always wanted to get a piece of ass from one of us.

“Maurice, I’ll be out in a sec.” She waited but there was no answer. Lisha shook her head. Maybe she was hearing things? Her stomach growled and as she moved the floorboards creaked under the shower stall. She was hearing things. Sighing she finished soaping when she suddenly there was a cold draft, but she didn’t hear anything. The door was closed, she knew that. Suddenly she felt someone in the shower with her, felt the heat of their body as they were close to her even though she couldn’t open her eyes from the stinging of the shampoo.

“Whose there?” she asked.

“Hush. I won’t hurt you,” the stranger whispered.

Something touched her tit, a tongue. She held in a moan as a hand searched for her clit and then found the hard bump. “What are you doing? Who are you?”

“Hush.” Hot wet breath whispered in her ear as a tongue licked at the water and teeth nipped her ear lobe. Lisha backed into the wall and tried pushing her attacked away. When she was out of the stream of water, she was able to open her eyes and see a naked woman standing in front of her with a sly smile on her face as her fingers worked her clit and moved deeper into her cunt, penetrating her. Lisha drew in a wet breath through her teeth as fear and pleasure raced up her spine making her shiver under the scalding water.

Lisha knew this woman. She had started the other day, but Lisha couldn’t remember her name. Her hair was long and red coming to a point at the top of her ass. Her skin was perfect no blemishes except for the dragon tattoo that coiled around her body, starting from her ankle, to the wings on her back, to the head that rested on her naked right breast. It was this dragon that held Lisha captivated while water droplets beaded and worked over her companion who she only knew as Copper.

“What are you doing here?” Lisha asked feeling the orgasm building deep inside her. She tried fighting it, tried keeping her voice and her hips steady as fingers worked deep inside of her and a thumb moved over her clit in faster and faster circles. Oh God, she needed this. Her mind was collapsing in a white-hot blaze as she tried fighting the pleasure. Her head fell back against the wall and there was nothing that she could do as Copper kneaded her tit as her eyes never left hers.

“Do you want me to stop? Tell me what you want, Lisha. I can leave you like this forever always hovering on the edge of desire, never truly fulfilled. Or you can give in, what will it be?”

“Fuck me, please, just do it.”

“I was hoping you’d say that, love.”

Copper’s fingers fused together and became a fist that moved inside Lisha deeper and deeper. The hungry Dom. moved up and down impaling herself until finally the ecstasy over took her and she came. She lost herself in the whiteness of it, of the pleasure that flooded her brain and didn’t realize that Copper had taken her hand out and picked her up and carried her to the bed. Before she could say anything she found herself being handcuffed spread eagle. Next, the blindfold that she had used with Tony. Her arms and legs were stretched tighter than what she was used to, but she knew better than to complain. Her muscles were still twitching from the shower. Suddenly the crack of a whip sliced the air and she jumped in her restraints.

Lisha liked her lips and shivered in the cold air as her body dried out in the open. There was weight on the bed and she felt Copper straddling her, her captor’s cunt hot against her own. The smell of the leather whip was under her nose as Copped trailed the tip over Lisha's lips and them down her breast and them suddenly she felt the handle being shoved inside of her. Lisha jumped and cried out from the sudden intrusion as the metal handle was cold and bigger than what she was used to taking, but the agony of the entrance made it all the more worth it. Suddenly there was pain from her nipples as something was clamped on them. The two jolts sent her flying into another orgasm as Copper moved the whip in and out, faster and faster, while the cold numbed her insides and the pain of the clamps was deadening her tits as her body quivered from the orgasm that captured her.

Finally she felt soft fingers traveling over her stomach and up over her breasts and then caressing her neck. A tongue caressed the side of her neck nibbling on her shoulder. Lisha’s heart pumped against her chest, thundering in her ears. Copper’s tongue moved in circles around her throat, her breath was heavy on her skin, moist against the drying flesh.

“I’ve been listening to you. Watching you. You’re so lonely. I can ease that feeling. I can give you what you’ve been craving. A feeling of being whole, of having excitement. Is that what you want, my little bitch?”

What is she talking about? How could have she been watching me? How- Copper touched her clit ring and suddenly her mind was blasted with another burst of pleasure as the clamps were ripped from her nipples.

“Don’t think about it? Yes or no, now or never?”

Fingers played over her labia as she felt Coppers nipples brushing against her own hard ones. Her captor was as wet and hot as she was and Lisha wanted free of her bonds. Wanted to climb on top of her and make her feel the same way that she did. Copper moved her fingers and grabbed a nipple and squeezed harder than any clamp making Lisha cry out in pain but oh god, the pain. “Yes. Oh god yes.”

Lisha could almost feel Copper smiling on top of her as she felt hard teeth against her neck and then a sudden sting that rocked her body. She drew up against Copper and began bucking under her as fingers trailed lazily down to her cunt again and fingered her clit. “Fuck me, fuck me. Please just fuck me. Don’t stop.” Lisha whimpered.

But Copper only fingered her clit as waves of warm passed over her and coldness began to settle in her neck as she realized that her seducer wasn’t letting go, that something was going wrong, but the pleasure that was driving her brain didn’t comprehend what was happening and all she could do was ride the little death wave until it finally broke and her heart surrendered to new shores.

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