TIFFANY REISZ is the author of the highly acclaimed series The Original Sinners. Slightly shameless, Tiffany dropped out of a conservative Southern seminary in order to pursue a career as a writer. This move, while possibly putting her eternal salvation in peril, has worked out better than she anticipated. She has five piercings, one tattoo and has been arrested only twice. When not under arrest, Tiffany writes erotica and erotic romance and is diligent in doing all her own research, and lives and writes by the erotica writerâs creed: itâs not erotica until someone gets hurt.
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Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress.
Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club and Noraâs occasional lover, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. Sheâs the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied, no matter how unusual their requests may be. And The Mistressâs first five cases are anything but vanillaâ¦.
Explore more of Noraâs erotic world inThe Mistressby Tiffany Reisz, the latest novel in the Original Sinners series.
Okay, client profile number two coming right up. This one should be a lot easier to write without that nymphomaniac Frenchman Kingsley hanging around. Big mistake trying to write these files at Kingsleyâs house. The man just cannot keep his nose out of my business sometimes. And by ânoseâ I, of course, mean âpenis.â And by âmy businessâ I meanâ¦
Well, you know what I mean.
Hello, dear reader. Iâll assume that if youâre reading this file youâre also in Kingsleyâs employ as either a pro-Dom or a pro-sub. He has some ridiculous notion that I am the greatest Dominatrix working today and that all pros can learn a thing or two from my interactions with clients. All right, maybe it isnât that ridiculous. Iâm pretty damn good at this. What can I say? I learned from the best. But the less said about Him the better.
Back on topic. As you know, Fellow Minions of Kingsley, this job we do is really just a job. Most days at least. We show up. We kick assâor get our asses kicked⦠Iâm not forgetting you cute little subs out there. We yell, we flog, we insult, we beat and bruise, and then we send them home happy and hand off our 15 percent to Kingsley.
But some days the job is more than a job. And those are either the best days or the worst days. Some days Iâm less a Dominatrix and more a therapist. A lot of people come to me already broken and only by breaking them again can they finally heal right. I like those days, although they scare the shit out of me. You try never to take the job home with you.
Although, on rare occasions, you go home with the job.
Client: Robert Bruce, age 45.
Wife: Cara, age 36.
Robert came to The Mistress on a Thursday afternoon during her office hours. Kingsley had scoffed at the idea of a Dominatrix holding a weekly salon for her clients. Anything that involved kinky people in the same room together keeping their clothes on baffled his poor French brain. But The Mistress understood that the dynamics with her clients changed and their bonds strengthened when they could interact as Domme and sub without the erotic stress of a scene looming. The subs brought her their bruises for inspection and applause. The Doms came to learn her secrets. One hour a week could breed a lifetime of well-paid loyalty. The Mistress, as always, knew what she was doing.
When Robert entered the roomâKingsleyâs private lounge on the first floorâThe Mistress couldnât quite discern exactly what he wanted from her. He stood in the corner and watched as The Mistress rubbed the shoulder of her favorite female submissive. Her Little Miss had played too hard with a sadist the night before and had a pulled muscle to prove it. The Mistress loved to coo over her broken-winged doves. This Little Miss melted into her hands as the sub regaled The Mistress with the story of last nightâs erotic adventure. Robert listened attentively but without any discernable lascivious intentions. He had the posture and the bearing of a Dominant. He stood straight with his chin high, and at no point did he shrink from eye contact. Although the Little Miss at The Mistressâs feet told a lurid story of pain and passionâand some double penetration while suspended facedown from the ceiling, via a leather harness and some elaborate Kinbaku, i.e. Japanese rope bondage, see attached diagramâRobert never once batted an eyelash. The story neither repulsed nor astonished him. He listened as if heâd heard the tale before. Or perhaps even lived it.
Curiosity got the better of The Mistress and with a quick kiss, she sent her Little Miss on her way. Alone with Robert at last, she lounged back in the black-and-gold embroidered armchair, crossed one booted ankle over her bare thigh and waited for him to speak.