Dominatrix Dawn
By
Daniel Whittman
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 Daniel Whittman
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Dominatrix Dawn
By
Daniel Whittman
With my body and plenty of confidence I can get a man to please me however I want or pay me to torture him. I’m done with the playboys, jocks and sloppy losers in high school. Now that I’ve just graduated I need rich men who like to be chained up and whipped before I let them taste the goods or to get any further with me. It is not always fun. Sometimes it is sad or funny as weird as some men are. My name is Dawn Patterson.
I don’t understand the guys that like being spanked, choked, bled and whipped but it pays the bills. If they want to drink my pee I can do that. But I am not drinking their pee.
Don’t think I have no morals like some tramps. I give my clients what they want as long as they obey me. I am also completely fair. If they cross the line I can and will make them sorry they ever climbed out from under their slimy rocks.
I honed my lethal talents in the worst part of Tampa. My Dad taught me self defense and martial arts early. It saved me from being gang raped by the “good boys” in the neighborhood. The knife wielding would-be thief felt his own knife in his gut when it was over and my foot on his neck.
To get good candidates I work for an elite escort service. I only accept well wealthy men who enjoy being dominated especially if they are handsome.
Tonight my client is named Roger. My friend Angela at the escort service assured me he was just what I was looking for. It probably isn’t his real name. I really don’t know what I’m looking for so how could Angela really know?
As soon as I got in the sports car with him and he checked out my long blonde hair, blue eyes, generous boobs and short skirt I told him, “If you get excited about being dominated by me I am ready to fulfill your dreams.”
Roger smiled at me. “What’s it going to cost?”
“It’s free but I accept donations. Seriously for all I know you could be a cop. Pass me your wallet so I can be sure you are not a cop and you have enough money for my efforts.”
Roger considered it a moment then fished out his wallet and handed it to me. The cash in his wallet was just over two thousand dollars. He had four high end credit cards. Besides he was wearing a gold necklace that no cop could afford and the car was new that set him back over fifty thousand dollars. His name really was Roger Harris.
I handed it back. “I can serve you best if you will tell me your ideal fantasy.”
He smiled as he watched the road. “You strip all your clothes off to nothing but bra and panties. Order me to take all my clothes off. Handcuff me facing the wall and shackle my ankles to the wall also with my legs spread out. Then using a thin cane give me ten lashes across the ass as hard as you can. If I cry out give me ten more.
“After that tie me face up to my four poster bed. Make me suck all of your toes. Sit on my face so I can breathe. Order me to give you ten orgasms licking your pussy and your clit and then you surprise me.”
I smiled. “Wow Roger that makes me hot just thinking about it. I don’t like to use handcuffs if you will obey me. I think I have an even more creative and exciting ways to excite you. Are you game?”
He grinned. “I certainly am Dawn. Don’t hurt me any more than I told you and you can dominate me however you want. You also cannot make me pass out. I would consider that attempted murder.”
Nodding I said, “No worries then. I don’t plan to leave a mark on you. And I’ll guarantee you and I will surpass your fantasy tonight.” My pussy was getting wet just thinking about it. Roger was a stud with short light brown hair and brown eyes. He looked strong and powerful. His expensive gray slacks betrayed a throbbing hard cock. I knew he would do everything I asked tonight.
When we got to his house I was impressed. There was a tough looking security guard before a tall closed gate. After we cleared the gate we rolled down a long and winding driveway.
I could not believe the house. It looked like a mansion with four stories. It was huge and lit up outside almost like daytime. Most of the men took me to a hotel room or an empty office. All of them were married as far as I knew. If Roger was married his wife must be away. No matter to me though. This is just business.
When we went through the front door a butler hovered nearby.