Lauren's POV:
Moans. What a joy they are. There's nothing more satisfying to a domme than hearing a submissive moan their absolute hearts out - throats beginning to grow weak at the rawness the sound produces, but they don't care. They moan anyway. Lushly created sounds fill the pleasure-heavy room with their heavenly spirit, the weight of their voices and souls coming to take a place within my two eardrums, my job a success. "Does that feel good, my sub? Can you feel the sweet sting of my flogger?" as I lash their sugary sweet skin once more, a strained, choked moan comes with a press of their tongue against the roof of their mouth, barely able to escape her mouths barriers.
"Answer me, my pet...Mistress asked you a question." before I get the chance to listen to their hopeful answer, my phone rings loudly throughout the walls of my work dungeon, a sign for me to halt in my actions. I notice a frown on my submissive's face, as she well and truly knows the terms of the contract which she, and every other one of my clients, signed before they were owned by me. I'm a mother first, a dominatrix second. I won't have the thought of knowing my family are possibly going through an emergency that I can't aid to, all because I ignored one single damn phone call, due to the responsibilities my job holds. My back arches deliciously forward, becoming closer to the weak body's ear below me, struck down on my spanking bench. "Don't think you're safe, my sub...I'll be back just as quickly to expect an answer from you...be good..."
Grabbing my phone, I slide open the casting white doors to the room, opening slightly ajar to fit my body through the gap before closing it shut again. Reading the name on the screen, I realise it's Emma, and she knows not to call me at work unless it's an emergency that can't be left unattended to. "Emma? What's wrong, I'm half way through a session."
"I need you to come pick me up from the police station." the first thoughts that ring around my mind are ones of confusion, before I begin to slowly remember the conversation we both had the previous night, and fiery whisps of anger begin to drown out the confusion inside of me...
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"No, Emma. It's not happening, end of discussion." my fiancee climbs into bed, silently brushing out her moist long, thick blonde hair after having a lushly refreshing evening shower, as we continue to debate on the matter. "Why not, Laur? We know he has something to do with the stalker...I need all the evidence I can lay my hands on if we stand a chance at nailing them." I stand opposite her, arms folded, one leg leaning forward above the other in a dominant stance. "You know how I felt after my visit with Victor. I refuse to allow you to feel the same emotions I did. You asked me for my blessing, and the answer is no, Emma. I want to keep my family safe, and visiting a convict is not the way to do that." I slide my body into bed beside her, leaning over to kiss my woman on the cheek, then to the opposite way to dim the lamp standing on my bedside table, getting ready to go to sleep. I look over toward my pouting fiancee, taking her chin into my hand. "Do I make myself clear?"
Still pouting, she notices the harsh note in my voice, eyes boaring into mine with a serious thread. "Yes, Mistress...very clear..."
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Knowing that she purposefully disobeyed a command from her domme spikes a certain anger within me...as well as excitement. Punishing my clients is no where near as thrilling as punishing my future wife, having her across my knee, bare and exposed, right where she belongs...
My, my...what have we here? It seems like I need to teach a certain naughty girl a lesson...
"I can't pick you up. My session ends in 45 minutes, and I have a two hour one afterwards." she sighs irritably, a groan that enhances my need to teach her a lesson to the point of growing animosity. "Fine, I'll take the bus." thinking importantly to myself, I take the opportunity to begin her punishment early, from afar... "No. Wait there for me to collect you. That's an order. See if you can manage to follow that one." I frustratedly put the phone down on her and reenter my dungeon, finding my submissive still dripping with intense need... "Now, then...about that answer..."
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❛𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄...❜ | 𝐍𝐨.𝟑
Romance5 years ago, a dominatrix approached a shy, young mother in an S&M Club. Little did they know all the adventures that were coming their way. This time, there's just one person getting in the way of their happiness. A stalker, an IVF baby, and a marr...
