The Dominatrix

Marlena closed her eyes and wished she were someone else as her phone rang yet again. With a sigh she reached into her purse and answered.

“Hello?”

“Where the hell are you? We need to get things going. Why haven’t you found someone?”

“I told you, it’s a slow night. I’m doing my best. I –“

She saw a new one coming through the door and her eyes lit up.

“Wait. Things just got interesting. I have to go.”

She closed the phone and waited to make her move.

Richard stood outside the bar taking in the look of the place. He had read about it in the back of a men’s magazine. They said it was the place to go for a walk on the wild side. Especially for men who had been naughty and needed attention.

He stopped just inside the door and sized up the room. A beautiful woman with an eastern European look about her caught his eye and he was pleased with way she was looking at him.

“Hi. My name is Richard. Mind if I sit down?”

“Marlena. Please do handsome.”

“Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure.”

She motioned for a waitress and they made small talk while they waited. She didn’t let it go on for long; she needed to know if he was the one.

“So tell me Richard. Are you a naughty boy?”

His eyes lit up and she knew she was going to score. He cast his eyes downward.

“Indeed I am. A very naughty boy I’m afraid.”

She leaned forward and touched his hand.

“Well then, you need to be punished. Shall we finish our drinks and go to my place?”

They got in a cab and arrived at the warehouse a short time later. She excused herself to make a quick phone call and then returned to him.

“You live here? It doesn’t seem like – “

“Richard, listen to me. You’ve been a naughty boy. Naughty boys don’t ask questions, they do what they’re told.”

Richard followed her meekly into the building. They moved along a row of doors and she stopped at one and unlocked it. When they entered he could see it was indeed a dominatrix’s chamber. A large brass bed took up the center of the room various accoutrements of the trade were in evidence everywhere. Three walls were lined with large mirrors.

“I’m going to change now Richard. I want you to strip and lie down on the bed.”

He did as he was told and when she came back out she was dressed in a shiny patent leather bodice laced up the front, her breasts spilling out the top. Studded leather bracelets and six-inch spike-heeled boots that clicked on the concrete floor as she walked completed the look. He felt his pulse quicken. Without a word she secured his hands and feet to the posts of the bed and then the look on her face hardened as her green eyes flashed.

“Naughty boys have to be punished Richard. You know that.”

He nodded and smiled, wondering if she would start with a whip. A look of horror crossed his face when she reached under the bed and came up with a large hunting knife. She touched the point of the blade to the skin beneath his right eye and watched a trickle of blood run down his cheek as she whispered in his ear.

“Bad boy.”

He opened his mouth to scream and she reached under the pillow and took out a silk scarf and stuffed it in his mouth. The next two hours she worked methodically with the knife, a piece of rubber hose and a blowtorch. The bed and most of the surrounding chamber were scarlet when her work was done.

The men watching through the one way glass in the room surrounding the chamber clapped appreciatively though she couldn’t hear or see them. Her partner entered the room and surveyed her handiwork.

“Outstanding job Marlena. They all tipped you as well as paying the usual fee. Shall we do it again in two weeks time?”

She smiled at him and nodded.

“Of course. The show must go on.”

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