Friday, December 2nd, 2011 at
Danielle and Her Mistress is a short fetish erotica piece, with one female-on-male domination scene, and one lesbian domination scene. For those who love FemDom erotica, this piece is for you. It has been featured on the website
Under The Covers, an erotic story site with a safer sex message, along with a few other pieces I created especially for them.
Danielle sat herself down carefully before the lighted mirror. She slowly removed her eye makeup and unclipped the fire-red extensions from her black hair. It was the end of a long night at the Dark Fox Club in central London, and she was almost ready to head back to her house. She counted her tips and set aside enough for the cab ride home, and flipped through an S&M magazine that lay on her tabletop.
Her arms were a bit sore from her last client. He was a heavy set man who wanted her to flog him until his behind showed raised welts, but his ass was so used to this level of torture that it took a good long while for her to get the desired effect. He had been her client before – his name was Norman, or so he said it was – and he always wanted the same scenario: naughty Norman lost all of his Mistress’s money on the horse races, and he wanted to be punished for it. He got off on FemDom – big time. Danielle even went so far as to research the names of few horses to add to the realism, since he was such a good tipper. After stripping him down to his worn-out white briefs and bolted him into the restraining device that attached to the floor, she picked out her favorite purple leather cat-o-nine-tails, and went to work on his rear end. She went through a few tools with him that night, switching over to black leather riding crop, and a wooden paddle before ending on the old reliable red flogger. His screams were mixed with moans, and she could see his swollen dick sticking out of the top of his briefs. A few strokes later, he let out a massive moan and blew his load all over the floor of the club. The cleaning staff would be earning their money tonight.
She changed out of her work uniform and started getting herself into some street clothes. It took her a bit to undo the structured grey corset, and she managed to untie the ribbons that weaved up the back of her suede pants. These bottoms looked best sans panties, so she grabbed the white thong she had stashed in her handbag. As she fiddled with her watch, she noticed the time.
Her stomach dropped. It was 1:20am.
Mistress expected her home in 25 minutes, and it was at last a half hour cab ride home, assuming she was able to hail one right away.
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