For years, Ellen has hidden the secret that she needs
pain to reach a climax. She frequently visits a discreet SM ‘Studio’ where she gets
her satisfaction while bound and abused. Then, one day, she loses her job and
her income and she can no longer pay for her SM ‘sessions’.
Desperate for release she tries to satisfy her urge by being whipped by
a homemade spanker locked into selfbondage. The first experience is a painful
and embarrassing mistake and she has to be rescued by a neighbour.
With his
help she succeeds to satisfy her urge. Taking things one step further, they set
up their own ‘studio’ that caters to the BDSM ‘tastes’ of various ‘clients’.
The
studio’s circle of clients grows quickly when satisfied customers spread the
word of the kinkiest domina in town.
Then, one day, she gets the once in a
lifetime chance of carrying out a revenge of epic proportions when a new client
(and an old acquaintance) makes an appointment. He is met by an anonymous and
untraceable dominatrix who gives him the ride of his life.
Excerpt
“Now tell me why you want to be punished.”
“I ... it is something from my youth”, he
said hesitatingly.
“Well, what about it?”
“It was my aunt, my mother’s elder sister. I
was staying with her for the weekend. I was twelve then.”
“What happened?”
“I broke a vase, an expensive one. She was
mad at me; pulled me across her lap and spanked me. She pulled down my pants
and underpants and I could see inside her dress. Her breasts were big and
beautiful. And then ...” His voice trailed off, as if he was reliving
a memory.
“And then?”
“She pulled me across her lap and her skirt
rode up all the way and … and … I could see her crotch. She had no knickers
on…”
“Yes; and?”
“She spanked me with a large hairbrush
until my butt was red and sore. But the thought of her crotch and her big breasts
and the pain excited me. Suddenly, I wanted her to keep slapping me forever.
And then I had this wonderful feeling in my loins. I moaned and struggled and when
she let me get up, there was a blotch of sticky stuff on her thighs…”
“What did she say?”
“That I was a dirty boy; that I needed to
be spanked again. And she did, several times that weekend.”
“And you enjoyed it?”
“Yes Mistress” he
said guiltily. “"And now you want me to spank you so you can come again?"
"Yes Mistress..."
