The Dominatrix

by Emma Allan

Genres: General Fiction

Synopsis

Karen Masters has never been very interested in sex. But when she sees a video of her friend Barbara engaging in some very outre sex games with her husband Dan, she begins to realise what she has been missing.

Beautiful redhead Pamela Stern is a dominatrix and is more than willing to show Karen exactly what this means. As she wields the whip Karen's sexuality comes alive, and when she discovers that one of Pamela's clients is her own boss Malcolm Travers, she agrees to become his personal dominatrix. Now Karen can fully explore the limits of her own desires, at least until Malcolm's wife finds out . . .

Release date: December 2, 2010

Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group

Print pages: 224

Sample

KAREN MASTERS SLOTTED the video into the machine, picked up the remote control and made herself comfortable on the Miltons’ big, cream-coloured
sofa. For the first time since she had come to stay with them a month ago they had left her alone in the house, and she was
looking forward to a night on her own.


Karen had arrived in London from Devon to take up a new job and had needed somewhere to stay while she looked for a place
of her own. The Miltons had offered to rent her a room at a very reasonable price. They used to have a country cottage near
her mother’s house in Christchurch, and her mother had always kept an eye on it for them. Though they had sold the cottage
a year ago they were glad to be able to do something positive in return, they said.


The Miltons would not be back till late, she knew. They were going to a charity ball at the Grosvenor House Hotel. Karen had
selected Love Story from their large collection of pre-recorded videos because she felt like something mushy and sentimental. She pressed the
play button and reached for her glass of red wine. The bottle Barbara Milton had opened for her before they went out stood
on the coffee table beside the glass.


Karen watched as the television set flicked into life. For a moment she was puzzled. Instead of the expected opening credits
and haunting music, the screen was showing a small, square room. The walls were grey as was the carpet but there was no furniture.
Instead, in the middle of the room was a vertical metal frame, painted black, from which hung a number of chains and leather
straps.


This was clearly not the opening sequence to the Hollywood classic. Karen got to her feet and began to walk towards the video
recorder. But as she reached for the eject button a tall, slender woman appeared on the screen, walking towards the metal
frame with her back to the camera. She had sleek long black hair, pinned into a chignon on her head. She was wearing a red
satin basque with long red suspenders clipped into sheer and shiny black stockings and red satin thong-style panties, no more
than a thin strip of material that cut deeply into the cleft of her bottom. Her red patent leather stilettos had a spiky four-inch
heel, which firmed the muscles of her legs and tightened the curves of her pert buttocks. Her arms were sheathed in a pair
of skin-tight red satin gloves that reached all the way up to her armpits. The woman stood by the frame and began unbuckling
the leather cuffs that were attached to short chains at each corner.


Karen found herself staring at the screen with fascination. But as the woman turned to face the camera, her fascination turned
to astonishment and embarrassment. She felt herself flush a deep red. The woman was Barbara Milton.


The bra of the basque was no more than two crescent-shaped cups of material which lifted but did not hide Barbara’s breasts,
which were large and round with wide, dark bands of aureole and big cherry-sized nipples. The nipples stood out prominently, puckered and erect.


Squatting down, Barbara unbuckled the two cuffs at the foot of the frame. Then she straightened up slowly and raised her right
hand, crooking her index finger to beckon someone in.


Immediately Dan Milton appeared on the screen. He was naked apart from a thick, studded black leather collar around his neck,
and was crawling on all fours. He moved towards his wife.


‘You know what to do,’ she said in an imperious tone.

Apparently Dan knew exactly what to do. He leant forward and pressed his lips to Barbara’s left shoe, kissing and licking
the red leather. He gradually worked his way around the back and Barbara opened her legs so that he could put his head between
them to get at the inner surfaces. She pressed her calves together, trapping his head, then relaxed the pressure so he could
transfer his attention to the right foot, repeating the same process.


‘Now the heels,’ Barbara said.

Dan rolled on to his back. He had a strong, athletic body, with a broad and quite hairy chest, a flat belly and muscular arms
and legs. His penis was already erect and Karen could see that it was strapped into some sort of leather harness that lifted
and separated his balls. Barbara had raised one of her feet and poised it above her husband’s mouth and he reached up and
sucked enthusiastically on the narrow heel of the shoe.


For a moment Karen had an attack of conscience. It was quite obvious what had happened. The Miltons liked to videotape their
obviously very kinky sex sessions. Clearly one of the tapes had been replaced in the wrong box. Karen should have turned it
off and chosen another tape. She even got as far as kneeling on the dark blue carpet and looking once again for the eject button on
the video recorder.


‘All right, now get to your feet – and do it quickly,’ Barbara said sternly.

Karen hesitated. She watched as Dan scrambled to his feet, his circumcised erection bobbing up and down in front of him so
violently it slapped against his belly. Of course she should have turned the video off and allowed the Miltons their privacy, but she had never seen anything like
this before and it totally enthralled her. She desperately wanted to see what happened next. She stood up, took a large sip
of her wine and settled back on to the sofa.

On screen Barbara was busy. She had pulled Dan’s right hand up to the corner
of the frame and strapped it into one of the padded leather cuffs that hung from the chains. His left hand and his ankles
were treated in the same manner until he was spread-eagled across the frame, his muscular body taut and strained. Karen could
see the leather harness that was wrapped around his cock more clearly now. A strap wound around the bottom of the shaft and
under his balls. Attached to this were two other very thin straps that circled his balls so tightly that the skin of his scrotum
was stretched taut. His cock was visibly throbbing against the restraint.


‘That’s better,’ Barbara said. ‘Are you comfortable?’

‘No,’ he said.

Barbara raised her hand and slapped her open palm against his cock. ‘No, what?’

‘No, Mistress Barbara,’ Dan intoned.

‘How dare you forget how to address me.’

‘Sorry, Mistress Barbara.’

‘Oh, you will be sorry, I can assure you of that.’

Barbara walked out of the shot. The camera was obviously positioned on a fixed tripod to take in about two or three feet on either side of the frame, but nothing else.


A moment later she was back, carrying a riding crop with a braided leather handle and a gag. She tucked the whip under her
arm then raised the gag. It consisted of an orange ball attached to a leather strap.


‘Open your mouth,’ Barbara instructed. ‘We don’t want to let the neighbours hear you scream, do we now?’

Dan opened his mouth and Barbara forced the ball into his mouth and behind his teeth, buckling the leather strap tightly around
his head. The gag was so big it forced Dan’s lips wide apart.


‘That’s better,’ Barbara said, patting his distended cheek.

She walked around behind the frame, carefully examining her husband’s helplessly bound body, running her satin-gloved hand
down his back and over his buttocks.


‘Do you agree that you need to be punished?’

Dan nodded his head.

‘Then I think it’s time we began, don’t you?’

Barbara took the crop in her right hand, raised it to the level of her shoulder and slashed it down on to Dan’s unprotected
buttocks. His whole body shuddered and he cried out, the sound effectively muffled by the gag. But almost before the cry had
died away Barbara raised the crop again and slashed it down twice in quick succession.

‘Three nice red welts,’ she said. She wrapped her arms around his chest and pressed her body into his back, rubbing her belly
against his buttocks. He moaned, a noise that was a mixture of agony and ecstasy.


Each stroke, each concussion of leather on flesh, had had a profound effect on Karen. She felt her sex spasm sharply. Her
nipples had hardened too, pressing against the soft material of her bra as though trying to bore through it.


Barbara’s tongue licked her husband’s ear, then pushed right inside it. ‘Do you want more?’ she whispered.

He shook his head violently.

‘Pity,’ Barbara said. ‘Because you’re going to get more.’

She came around the front of the frame and raised the crop. Karen could see Dan’s eyes widening as he continued to shake his
head. Barbara sliced the crop down on the top of his thighs, narrowly missing his cock. She aimed a second blow slightly lower.


Again Karen felt her body respond. She was wearing a light blue tracksuit, bra and panties, and realised to her surprise that
she had buried her hand deep between her legs and was pressing in on it with her thighs.


‘That’s enough for the moment. What do you say?’

Through the gag Dan managed to produce muffled words that sounded like, ‘Thank you, Mistress Barbara.’

‘Good boy.’

Barbara circled his rock hard cock with her gloved hand and squeezed it until she made him moan. A drop of liquid had formed
at the tip of his urethra and it dripped on to the floor. Forming a fist Barbara casually wanked her hand up and down the
shaft a couple of times and Karen saw Dan’s whole body tense.


‘Not yet you don’t,’ Barbara said, letting it go. ‘It’ll be a long time before you’re allowed any pleasure. A long time. I
mightn’t even bother with you tonight.’ She laughed, turned her back on him and walked out of the picture. ‘I’m going to get a drink. I have no idea how long I’ll be. Don’t go away,’ she said, and Karen heard a door open
then close again.


Dan stood in his bondage, unable to do anything but struggle against his chains, which he did quite violently at first. Then,
realising he was getting nowhere, he resorted to pumping his hips as if trying to fuck the air.


Suddenly the screen went fuzzy. After a second or two the picture was restored. This time it showed another angle of the same
grey room. The camera must have been moved around and was pointing at a flat slatted wooden frame about the size of a small
double bed. Leather straps were attached to it at various points, and leather cuffs like the one on the vertical metal frame
were clipped to chains at each corner. Hanging above it was a white rope that had been threaded through a pulley and tied
to a cleat on the wall behind.


Barbara, in the same outfit, strode into the shot from a position that suggested it had been her who had adjusted the camera.
She stood at the foot of the frame with her arms akimbo and her legs apart.


‘Get over here,’ she said, her tone still unyielding.

Dan crawled over to her on all fours as he had done before. Karen could see three long red stripes decorating his buttocks.
He came to rest in front of his wife, his eyes level with her belly.


‘Take my panties down,’ she ordered.

‘Yes, Mistress Barbara,’ he said. He raised his hands.

‘No, you fool,’ she said, slapping them down. ‘Use your mouth.’ She reached behind his head and unstrapped the gag, letting
it fall to the ground.


Dan leant forward. Awkwardly he tried to grasp the tight slippery material with his lips. It was quite clear that this was impossible so he ran his tongue along the side of the panties and pulled them out slightly so he could grasp
them with his teeth. Then he began tugging them down. He managed to get the waistband over her thighs but the crotch was so
deeply buried in her sex that he could not free it, however hard he tugged.


‘You are completely useless,’ Barbara said. She stepped away from him, pulling the panties down herself. They fell to the
floor. ‘Pick them up,’ she said, stepping out of them.


To Karen’s astonishment Barbara’s sex was completely shaven. Her mons was smooth and sleek and she could see the first inch
or two of her rather plump labia nestling between her legs.


Dan apparently knew better than to try and use his hands again. He stooped down and picked the red satin panties up with his
teeth. Barbara stuffed them into his mouth.


‘Now get on the frame,’ she instructed.

Dan did as he was ordered. Barbara knelt at his side and wrapped leather cuffs around his wrists and ankles, spread-eagling
him for a second time, but now horizontally. She adjusted the chains that held the cuffs until his body was stretched taut.
For a moment she stood looking down at him as if admiring her work. Karen could see Dan’s eyes staring at her long legs in
the sheer black stockings, the black nylon welts pulled into peaks on her creamy thighs.


‘My turn now,’ she said.

She swung her thigh across his head so her sex was poised immediately over his mouth and she was facing his feet, then plucked
the panties out of his mouth and threw them aside. Slowly she lowered herself down on to him, until her smooth but bulging
labia were an inch away from his lips.


Karen watched as he raised his head and pressed his tongue into the slit of her sex. He moved it all the way up and all the
way back two or three times, then concentrated on her clitoris, the tip of his tongue batting it from side to side. Barbara
moaned loudly. She clutched both her breasts in her hands, her fingers tweaking at her nipples, then squirmed down on him,
pressing her sex against his mouth and rolling her hips.


Dan’s mouth all but disappeared underneath her, but Karen could see he was still moving, his tongue no doubt, continuing to
work on her clit. After a few minutes Barbara lifted herself up off him altogether, and ran her hand down to her sex, briefly
thrusting one finger then two into her vagina. The role she had been playing, the way she had reduced her husband to her slave,
had clearly excited her since Dan’s face was glistening under the rather harsh lights, her juices running all over it.


Barbara moaned again as she buried her fingers deep in her own body, her big breasts quivering. Then she withdrew them and
lowered herself, once more grinding down on Dan’s mouth.


In seconds she was coming. She pinched her nipples between the finger and thumb of both hands and lifted her breasts, straining
the buttery flesh up out of the support of the basque. This made her moan even louder, partly in pain. But she did not let
go. As Dan’s tongue worked ceaselessly on her clit, she shuddered, threw her head back, opened her mouth and let out a long,
low scream.


As Karen watched she felt her own body throbbing too. Quite unconsciously she had worked her finger against her clit, pressing
the tracksuit and the panties she was wearing underneath into her sex. She had never seen anything like this in her life,
but however bizarre and outré there was no doubt that it was exciting her in a way that nothing else ever had. She could feel her juices running down the inside of her vagina and her nipples were so
hard they felt like little pebbles.


Barbara lifted herself off her husband. She picked the red satin panties off the frame and wiped his face with them, then
stuffed them into his mouth. Swinging round to face him, she straddled his chest, then ‘walked’ back until her sex was directly
over his erection. In this position, with her legs spread apart, Karen could see every detail, from the perfectly round and
puckered circle of her anus to the long open crack of her sex. Barbara’s outer labia were thick and rubbery while the inner
lips, pursed around the entrance to her vagina, were thin and delicate. She thought she could even see her clitoris, a little
pink button just under the fourchette. It looked swollen and engorged.


Of course Karen had seen naked girls in the showers at school but she had never seen an adult woman so lewdly exposed, and
once again she felt her clit spasm wildly. She would not have imagined that the sight could have such a profound effect on
her, but what she was seeing made her feel a unique pulse of excitement, like nothing she had felt before.


Barbara grasped her husband’s cock in her hand and guided it into her labia. Using it like a dildo she brushed the top of
the glans back and forth across her clit, making herself moan. She teased herself like this for a few minutes then pushed
his cock to the entrance of her vagina and held it there.


‘You are not allowed to come. If you come without my permission you will not be allowed to come again for a whole week. You
do understand that, don’t you?’


‘Yes, Mistress Barbara,’ Dan said, his voice muffled by the panties, though Karen could see his cock was already spasming
between Barbara’s fingers.


‘Good.’

Barbara dropped her full weight on him, forcing his cock into the depths of her sex. She moaned loudly then ground herself
down on him, wriggling her hips from side to side. Then she began riding him. There was no question of subtlety or finesse;
she rode him wildly, pulling herself almost off him then slamming herself back down again, each penetration making her moan
with pleasure.


Karen could actually see his cock sliding in and out of her, slick with her juices, the cock strap at its base cutting deeply
into the tumescent flesh. The strange thing was that every forw. . .