Red
Miss Colette. The name on the bulging file Juniper handed to me before I was shooed off after my show. My wildly fucking successful show that was making everyone money hand over fist, I might add. So I was sent off to service my first of two clients this evening with Wolf’s cum still trickling from my cunt.
You know, that fucking file would have been really god damned helpful if I had time to read the humongous thing. Instead, I opted for making myself as presentable as I could. I fixed my makeup, pounded some water, wiped myself off, and tried to find which of these rooms was the one I was supposed to fuck in.
I was shut up for the last week. Before the party, I only explored the few rooms that seemed relevant. Didn’t even know the rooms all had names. I rounded a corner and stumbled on this woman built like a brick shithouse pinning this skinny guy’s head against the wall with her massive hand while lubing up her strap-on with the other. The man’s date smoked a joint and cackled wildly at the sight.
“Excuse me, I hate to interrupt… this… perfectly normal evening activity. But do any of you know where…”
“Red!” The burly woman with a thick Russian accent beamed at me. “I am Inga. Mistress has kept you hidden. That makes me very curious. I have been wanting to meet you!” She grabbed the back of the man’s gray head and slammed his face into the golden wallpaper as his pants fell to the ground.
“Uh, yeah. Am I… you know… interrupting something?”
“Ha! No, I was just going to make little pathetic man into bitch. Right in front of his pretty wife. Then I fuck his wife. He has tiny cock, you see. Does not make her orgasm. But Inga will, right in the hallway so everyone sees I have broken another miserable man!” She nodded politely at me, not even looking at the fella when she jammed the rubber cock in his ass.
“AHHH!” He screamed.
“Oh!” His wife squeaked.
“Nyet!” Inga roared. She put her large hand over his mouth. He let out a muffled moan as Inga thrust into him so hard he lifted onto his tiptoes. “Big baby! Do not be rude. I am speaking with Red, now! Loud little man must learn to control himself.” She growled and slapped his ass. I was sort of worried she might kill the guy by roughly buttfucking him into a puddle. But to me, she remained the fucking picture of cordial behavior. “Now, how can Inga help?”
She seemed nice. And I liked the way she gave it to that guy, like she was trying to snap him in half. I held up my binder. “I’m looking for the Lilly Room?”
She pointed down the hall. “Second left. Third door on right. Has blue flowers on it.”
I nodded. “Well, alright then! Thank you, Inga!”
“No problem, little Red! Before you go, I have question!” She continued sodomizing the lucky little fellow while his wife watched wide-eyed and took a very long drag. She looked up and kindly extended her joint to me.
“Ha! You were great in your show, you fuck nice. You partake?” She giggled, obviously loaded on more than just weed. Would be rude to turn down a client.
“Um, thanks. Yeah, sure. But I really should find Miss Colette.” I took a hit and returned it to the wife, who winked and blew me a kiss. The way she was eye-humping me made me think I would be holding her file soon enough.
“Da. One question. Wolf is your property, yes? May I borrow and fuck? He makes Inga very horny when he is dressed like pretty girl.” I laughed at her sincerity. To Inga, this was a polite request between friends. Like she was askin’ me if she could borrow a cup of sugar.
The request threw me off. Certainly not what I expected to hear, but I didn’t hate the idea. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I got into it. “Yeah, yeah, I think I’d like that. But I get to watch.”
“Ha! Of course. We must play together! Thank you, tiny Dominatrix!” Cum was squirting out of her John’s cock as she continued to impale him.
“Well, Inga. I’ll leave you to it.” I waved and walked down the hallway. “Have fun.”
“Of course, Little Red! Now I break tiny man.” He screamed and clawed at the wall as he became the focus of Inga’s attention. God damn, I thought she was brutal before. Is this what I just signed Wolf up for? To have his ass destroyed by a giantess?
Ha! I liked Inga.
Trying to glean what insight I could as I walked, I scanned the file. Looking for the standout vital information. Colette Dassaualt. Age, fifty-two. Profession. Art Dealer, interesting. Net worth… fuck. One hell of an art dealer. I flipped through her catalog of notable sales. I recognized a lot of the pieces. Famous shit. Also ran a theater in Miami. I remembered reading articles she wrote in college. Fuck! She’s a huge fucking deal.
I pushed open the blue flower door. She was attended by two strapping men. They were gingerly moving her from her wheelchair to a red velvet lounge chair. She bristled at the sight of me and screamed.
Her brown cheeks turned red with self-consciousness and shame. “Fuck! It’s considered polite to knock, you know!”
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Wolf
Mary Reynolds led me by my leash to Mistress’ dungeon, babbling away with curses and threats as she tugged on my leash.
It was supposed to be Red dragging me around tonight. Being bought out and sent alone with a client was something they strictly told me wouldn’t happen. But Mary had dropped a fortune to secure my company. Juniper told me to figure it out.
Not a bad draw for my first-ever client. Mary was about my age, and pretty too! Maybe not the kind of pretty that would pull your attention from across the room, but there was an adorable charm about her. Had I met her at a bar, I would have been thrilled to get into her pants. And here she was paying me! My life is fucking awesome!
But I knew it wasn’t really sex she wanted. Hell, she really didn’t even want me. During the last week, I had a blast reading all the client’s files. Rich pervert kinks are hilarious! I remember Mary’s file well; she was Kitten’s regular.
And Red’s floor show had pushed the prices so high that even a whale willing to splurge couldn’t match the collective price of all those who paid for Kitten’s gang bang.
I was a revenge purchase. A punching bag for Mary to take her disappointment out on. “Filthy fucking dog!” She tugged at the collar with a weak pull. It was hard to tell, but I think it was supposed to hurt. I considered feigning the reaction she wanted, pitch forward as if I were going to tumble down the stairs.
Instead, I held strong, content to antagonize her for now. “If you say so, Miss Mary.” She was slight and delicate. And despite her bubbling anger, I could tell she wasn’t really comfortable with the dominant role she assigned herself. Playing her victim might be what she intended of me, but I didn’t think it felt correct.
“B-bastard!” She sneered and pounded her fists into my chest.
I laughed, really not able to contain my amusement. I’d been smacked around by Kitten, Red, and Mistress! Compared to them, Mary was like an angry toddler. Childish, and frankly, her blows were pitiful.
“Yeah, let’s see how long you’re laughing! I’m going to rip your skin off! You hurt my love! And you’re going to regret what you’ve done!”
Is that what she really wants? When I had talked to Kitten about our vocation, she had a lot of advice on what a prostitute could expect. One of her little tidbits really stood out.
Kitten said, ‘Remember, Wolf. You’re supposed to satisfy your client’s needs. But what separates a good hooker from a bad one is learnin’ most people don’t know what they need. Ya gotta help them find it!’
Mary thinks she wants to be a bully, to play the avenging angel for her wronged love. I could play along with that. But this feels stilted and awkward. Unsatisfying.
What does Mary really need?
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Red
So when I consigned myself to be a whore, I just assumed it was all going to be fat, sweaty men with tiny dicks wanting me to blow their egos. Pretty much what happened with my first client.
Colette was not the sort of person I would have pegged for purchasing the sort of services Mistress provided. She was just so… civil. Interesting.
“Would you care for a cocktail? Perhaps tea? The boys will get you anything you like.” Her faint African accent was almost lyrical. Classy, stylish. Most of the clothes I saw earlier were gaudy as hell. Chunky, ridiculous jewelery. Clothes made just to look expensive. Top-shelf perfume that clung to them like they had bathed in the shit. Tacky.
But not Collette. She was a classy fucking lady!
“Tea would be amazing, thank you.” Booze would’ve been nice, but Wolf hadn’t exactly been gentle with my throat during the show. The thought of something warm that didn’t shoot out of someone’s genitals sounded nice. Her attendants moved quickly around us like shadows. The boys were dressed in tight-fitted tuxedos. Pretty and silent. She had them well trained. Made a mean cup of tea, too. Smoky and soothing.
She was wearing expensive shit, don’t get me wrong. But it was elegant, well thought out. A lovely olive dress with a golden belt that made her dark skin seem to glow. The emeralds and pale sapphires she wore reflected the colors of her heterochromatic eyes. Slight scarring along her pale eye, it didn’t move. That one was probably blind.
“Again, I apologize for shouting when you entered. I… I normally don’t like being seen in such a state.” Genuine person too. She talked straight. “You know, it’s been a while since I’ve been to one of Mistress’ parties. They had gotten so… vulgar. Simply unimaginative!” I liked her vibe.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of tea, which had been heated to fucking perfection by the way, running down my throat. “Please don’t apologize. I’m the one who barged in, wearing my fucking BDSM… harness I think? Uniform? Either way, I feel kind of silly drinking fucking tea with you like this.”
Then I fucking saw the flash in her eye at last. She chewed on her lip and looked me over. “I think you look… well… I like what you’re wearing. It’s a harness, dear.“ Desire.
Then it hit me, I didn’t know shit about how I would fuck her! What could she do, what did she want me to do? Ah fuck, that was probably all in that fucking file. Fucking Mistress. I’m going to give her a fucking earful after this.
“Well, thank you, Miss Colette. Obviously, I need some help with the jargon.” We both politely laughed as her fellas dropped off a tray of finger sandwiches. I took the same kind she did, and before popping it in my mouth, I asked her, “So, why come tonight then?”
She had a demure smile. “For you, Red.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Juniper reached out. She knows I’m fickle. My interest is mostly professional in these circles. Sex, art, and money. They are inseparable. I make an occasional appearance to make connections and find buyers. Paying the entrance fee for the tawdry parties is a business expense. But it’s not to my personal pleasure. I am rarely satisfied by the offerings.”
“And you think I’m different?”
“Maybe.” She considered me. Her eyes were sharp and quick. Darting across my body. Looking into my face, tilting her head evaluating me like she was appraising a painting. “I hope,” she quietly confessed.
Juniper doesn’t gamble. She connected us because she thought we would click. Well, I’m not going to be a coy whore. “But why me? What did Juniper say that got your interest?”
Colette seemed to hesitate for a moment. “She said you were an artist.”
Fuck you, Juniper! I dance, I have strong opinions about what’s on a stage. But I am not on this fucking dame’s level! Fuck.
“I only feel alive when I’m wrapped in art.” She reached forward and took my hand. “May I show you something?”
I nodded, it felt nice when she held my hand. “Lucky me, my own private peep show.”
Fuck, that was so not classy. I got all rattled by that artist shit.
She blushed before letting go of my hand. She lifted her dress, bent forward, and knocked a silver spoon against her ankle. To my surprise, it sounded like a drum. She continued tapping in different places. Each time the leg produced a different note. They weren’t just lifelike prosthetics; they were instruments. “My legs were made by a brilliant young sculptor. Aren’t they magnificent?”
I leaned closer to examine them. Colette seemed unnerved as I ran my fingertips along the smooth wood. “Fuck me! Excuse my language.” I didn’t want to be crass around her but I’ve been having trouble keeping that shit in lately. “I couldn’t even tell until I got close!” I looked at the twisted skin above the legs. “May I ask the obvious question?”
She politely smiled, her answer well rehearsed. “I was eight, my family were farmers on the Sudan. I was playing with the other children. Our ball went into a field, I went to pick it up…” Colette eyes went foggy as she gazed into the past. “An abandoned landmine, I was told it was nearly sixty years old. Waiting untouched, it saved itself for me all that time. It’s almost romantic…” She winced.
“Shit, that’s terrible.”
She shrugged. “I try to look at it this way, I was lucky to live. I was flown to this country for treatment where I received my education and made my fortune. Now, here I am.” She lowered her dress, and she went back to sipping tea. Started getting awkward.
“Here you are, in a whorehouse. So what can I do for you?”
She put her hand over mine and gave me a squeeze. “Red, I love sex. It fascinates me. What it does to people, what they’ll do for it, how it changes them. There’s something so honest about it.” She gave a sullen sigh and sank into the chair. “But it’s not for me. I have no feeling below my stomach. That was taken away from me. Yet I feel attraction. I’ve tried making love, but I can’t stand the pity that always seems to come with it.”
I pulled my chair closer to hers and reached for her thigh. She tensed up. Colette craved intimacy, but being touched seemed to put her on edge.
“I find people who can fulfill me in other ways. Juniper told me there was a new artist in Mistress’ collection. Unpolished and raw. And she was right. Your show stirred something inside me. Compared to the other so-called ‘performances’ I’ve seen here, yours was personal and moving. Frankly, it was more than this lowbrow audience deserved.”
I was blushing from her praise. Colette was lonely and wanted someone to give her more than empty conversation. I knew I could do more for her than tea and a chat; I just had to figure out what it was.
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Wolf
I was kneeling before her, staying calm and still as she raged. “Miss Mary, you are absolutely adorable when you’re upset. Has anyone ever told you that?”
SMACK!
She backhanded me hard enough to make my lip swell. I couldn’t stop smirking. In all honesty, that sickly green/black bruise on my ass from Red’s belt buckle was the only thing that really hurt. Mary was too slight and sloppy with her technique to cause much pain.
“You need another then? How hit you every time you run that bastard mouth of yours!”
I wiped away the trickle of blood. I had gotten a taste for punishment in the last few weeks. Mary couldn’t deliver. She had paid a hell of a lot of fucking money with the intent to make me suffer. She would not be satisfied, not like this. So I started feeling her out, taunting her.
“It you would like to hit me again, please don’t hesitate.” I gave her a wink and she practically turned purple and shook with anger. “That’s what you paid for, isn’t it? Should I be pretending this hurts?”
SMACK!
This hit was weaker, across the side of my head. Mary was getting frustrated. “Why don’t you dress up like the little sissy tranny you are! I heard all about you, ya know! Dragging Kitten to that club and… Fuck you! You freak! Asshole!” She was well-connected and obsessive; it wasn’t surprising that she did some digging into why Kitten was avoiding her.
“Anything you like, Miss Mary. But our time is short, and it would take time to get dolled up. But if that’s what you want. Would you like me to wear the dress I wore when I sold Kitten off in that dirty bathroom? Man after man. Fucking her ass. While I watched and took the money…”
SMACK!
Tears welled in Mary’s eyes. “Y-y-you fucker!” She was an emotional thing. I felt like I was on the right track.
“Fucker? I do fuck. I’ve fucked Kitten a lot, you know. She’s got a lot of fight in her. That’s what makes it so rewarding when she breaks and goes limp.”
smack
Kitten had been good enough to keep plenty of notes in Mary’s file over the years. This was the game:
Kitten played an innocent little girl kidnapped by her cruel Mistress. She was supposed to be enslaved. Mary, who’s fallen helplessly in love, would pony up the cash to see her ‘beloved’. They often talked about Kitten escaping and how they would run away together.
None of this was true, of course. It was like my lie about what happened in the club. I just need to keep the story straight, and anything I say is reality for Mary. She wasn’t crazy or anything. She knew it was a game. I think.
Mary stomped to the rack of whips. She tried to figure out the cat o’nine tails, flopping it against the wall. There was no snap in her wrist, just awkward flailing with little power. She might as well have been wielding a bouquet of shoelaces.
She snarled as she came at me. “Now you’re gonna get it you…”
Mary pulled her arm back, gripping the whip tightly.
And in that moment… clarity.
Kitten’s frustrations were recorded in her notes. The complaints how it had gotten repetitive and unchanging. Mary needed a shake-up. She brought me here to hate me.
Mary needed a villain.
I grabbed her wrist and wrenched her arm behind her back. Her eyes went wide as I rose up to my full height, towering over her. “What are you doing?” She squealed and tried to pull away, but I gripped her tightly and shook her arm till she dropped the whip. “AHH! G-get off! I paid…”
I jammed my tongue down her throat, violently stealing my kiss. She fawned, stunned at the sudden turn of the dynamic.
“You’re sweet, Mary. You really are. Just like my favorite little fuck toy, Kitten. I can see why she likes you.” I licked the side of her face.
“EW! Don’t you dare! I’ll…” I pushed her hard to the floor as she gasped and began shuffling back away from me. “I’ll tell Mistress!”
“Tell her! It’s your fault that Mistress hired me, after all! Kitten had thought you were going to help her escape and become willful. Now, it’s my job to teach her to be terrified again.” Mary shuddered with excitement as I dropped to my knees and straddled her, my cock dripping hungrily onto her belly. “Not that you really care about Kitten. You’re just a rich brat killing time, slumming it with my whore. So spread your legs for me, I’ll give you a thrill and send you on your way. Just forget Kitten and move on.”
“You’re a monster!” She spoke with excitement, clinging to her words.
I love playing the bad guy!
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Red
”Capitalism is the death of true art,” Colette said with a sigh as she sank back into her chair, sipping from a glass of scotch that was so top shelf you’d need a fucking ladder to get it. “I’ve heard your story countless times. You have talent, passion, and a vision. But without the right connections, art just doesn’t pay the bills.”
For now, she seemed to be content with a philosophical discussion. And I was there for it. Wolf isn’t dumb, but his ability to appreciate and discuss culture has always left me blue balled, academically speaking. “I never had a fucking chance. Art’s expensive. I needed space to train, gym memberships, and all the fucking equipment. And when it comes to new toe shoes or keeping the heat on, you can guess what I sacrificed.”
My client was lit up; She lived for the arts. “Red, I wrote an entire book on fine art being nothing more than class warfare. We create marketable celebrities, carefully chosen to not rock the boat. The art community, for all its bluster about ‘creativity,’ really only wants its egos stroked and the status quo maintained. That’s why the experience of the poor and lower class never hangs in modern art galleries. The impoverished must remain dehumanized in the eyes of the wealthy.”
“Well, who’s fucking fault is that?” I took a long swig from my own glass of booze. She had some smooth shit that might have been loosening up my lips. “You lined your pockets abusing the broken system, right? I mean, you’ve made a fucking fortune hocking nepo baby bullshit. You are the fucking problem!”
“I am,” she said with a demure smile. “And I apologize for nothing. You think my buyers give a damn about what I sell? No, they are buying prestige. I give them what they want. To steal a line of reasoning from a drug pusher; if I wasn’t selling it to them, someone else would.” She gave me a look like she was dissecting me with her eyes. “You’re pretty high on your soapbox about what I do. Is selling the wealthy art any different than spreading your legs for money?”
“Fuck.” I sighed and threw back my drink. “Now that you mention it… not really.”
I caught her staring at my exposed tits. The longing in her eyes grew as the drink took hold. “How long have you been doing this, love?”
I was happy the focus was returning to sex. I kind of felt like I was ripping her off just shooting the shit, giving our opinions on the humanities. “Prostitution? Ever since the day I gave up ballet.”
She smirked at my coy deflection, “And sex for money? When did that start?”
“Oh, that!” The scotch was starting to make things a bit hazy; I probably should have declined the refill. I counted it out on my fingers. “Umm, had my first client on Wednesday I think?”
“Wednesday? You’re telling me you’ve been a dominatrix for two days?”
I shrugged. “Might have been Tuesday; it’s been a hell of a week.”
She gave me a captivating grin and finished her drink. “Here’s to your new career.”
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Wolf
“Fuck you, get off me!” Mary’s tone was harsh, but her eyes showed weakness. She wouldn’t hold my gaze, struggling while pinned to the ground. “I-I’m paying for you! You should do what I say!”
I stroked her hair, feeling her shiver underneath me. “I’m a prostitute, you paid for pleasure. It’s my job to give it to you. And Mary, sweet Mary, you aren’t going to be pleased if I just sit here and let you whine and bitch at me. Wouldn’t that leave you unfulfilled.”
“You b-bastard! You won’t get away with this! Let me up!” I let her escape after giving ample time to kick and dig her nails into my arm. “FUCK YOU!” She spat at my face.
This was going great!
“There’s only one thing that will really make you happy, isn’t that right?” Time to add to the story, and I needed to figure out how to insert myself into her narrative. “You want one person. And it isn’t me.”
She cowered into a ball, rocking like an upset child. “I… I… I want my Kitten!”
“I know, baby girl. But even spoiled brats can’t get their way all the time. Her dance card is full. I made sure of that during our show.” I grabbed Mary by her mousy brown hair and pulled her face against my thigh. “The closest you’re going to get to Kitten is the smell of her cunt on my cock.”
She looked up at me with horror. “You’re disgusting!” Despite her objections, she was shamefully sniffing, her eyes watering at the familiar tang of Kitten clinging to my junk. “You brute!”
“Little one. You have no idea. But it’s really your fault.” That caught her attention. “You see, you made Kitten think she could be loved. She begged Mistress, day after day, month after month. The poor creature actually believed you loved her. And frankly, that really pissed Mistress off!” With a deep villainous laugh, I slapped my cock against Mary’s cheek. “Because of you, Kitten is mine to break, to ravage her body and mind till those silly thoughts of romance are stripped away. And you wouldn’t believe how much fun I’ve had doing it!”
I had settled on soap opera style drama. Mary was eating it up.
“How dare you!” She was sucking back snot and was on the verge of a crying breakdown. I didn’t relent, wiping my bubbling tip along her pretty face and leaving a snail’s trail of cum.
“You’re the one hurting her. Giving her hope. Lying, telling Kitten you love her.” I let my head bounce off her pink, quivering lips. She stared upward, slowly opening her mouth.
“I do love her!” She snapped at my dick. Her teeth would have sunk into my shaft if I hadn’t pulled her back by the hair and thrown her to the ground. Her feistiness was turning me on to a maddening degree. If she had been Kitten, I would have had her bent over and stuffed by now. But for Mary, I kept the focus on playing our roles.
I squatted down and looked her brown eyes. “No, you don’t. You’re like everyone else. Kitten’s my product you rent. Sure, she’s a fun little thing. But that’s all she really is to you. You pay, get off, then return to your mansion while she goes back in her cage.”
“NOOO!” Mary screamed in anguish before crawling toward me. “I do love her, I do! Please! Please just stop hurting her! I’ll… I’ll do anything. Is it money you want? I have lots!” She bit her lip and bowed at my feet. She was enjoying this. “Take me instead. Let her go.”
“Let her go, Mary?” I liked this feeling, this pretty young heiress submitting to my evil machinations. “Kitten’s my slave now, and when she’s used up and broken, she’ll beg to stay. And it’s all because I play dirty, I’ve done something quite cruel to her.”
Her eyes went wide, like a child being told an exciting bedtime story. “What do you mean? What did you do to Kitten?”
“Do you really want to know?” I walked away from Mary and opened one of the panels on the wall where Mistress keeps supplies. Condoms, first aid kits, tasers, that sort of thing. But to tell my story, I needed something much simpler. Making sure Mary couldn’t see, I opened the container of mints and dropped two into my hand. “If you love her as you say, then submit. Let me enslave you as well.”
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Red
Time was running out, and if I was going to make a fucking move, I needed to get on it. The booze loosened me up, I decided on the direct route. “So listen, let’s stop pussy footing around here. I’m a hooker. You paid a lot of fucking money for me. So let’s screw.”
Colette clammed up; for the first time, she seemed small. “Red, I… I enjoy sex… intellectually. But in practice, well… it hasn’t thrilled me. All I want is a good conversation with a smart, attractive woman.” She was wringing her hands over her cup. “Maybe a little flirting. I wouldn’t say no to some heavy petting. But that’s it, that’s all I want from you.”
Fuck that.
“Bullshit.” My hand went to my belt, and I snapped it against the ground as I rose to my feet. Colette pushed back into the loveseat. “Don’t fucking lie to me. I’m done with this coy little act. You’ve ponied up the scratch because you want to fuck, and now you’re getting cold feet.”
“Red… I…” She nervously eyed her boy toys. “Boys, please step outside.” Obediently, her dogs cleaned up our drinks and stepped out of the room. Gonna need to train Wolf to be that well behaved. She continued speaking when they left. “Red, I can’t feel a fucking thing. I never could. And it’s not like I haven’t tried.”
Stepping behind her, I ran my hand through her luxurious hair. Her back tightened and she gasped at my roughness. “Tell me. So you’ve said. Tell me about it.”
She frowned, not happy with her memories. “It wasn’t how I imagined. Just some pressure, no pleasure. The first time I paid for it. I felt humiliated, lying there as fucked me, waiting for permission to stop. Later, I tried again. This time with a girlfriend. My body… I knew it didn’t excite her. I was a pity-fuck, nothing else.”
“So you had some bad lays. It happens to everybody. Believe me, you can be plenty disappointed with two legs. You don’t get back on the same horse, you find a better horse. One that finds you captivating. Enrapturing. Fucking sexy.”
“Red… you don’t have to pretend. Really, I would rather you didn’t.” I didn’t like seeing her like this, in fact it kind of pissed me off.
I cracked the belt again and growled, “Put your arms out.”
Colette was stunned. “What?”
“Arms out, palms up. You’ve made your Domme. When you do that, you are punished. And I don’t want to hear one fucking complaint because you paid for a god damned Domme and by fuck, HERE I AM!” I pulled her wrists together and stared into her good eye.
Shaking and unsure, she extended her arms out and pressed together. I dragged the belt along the pale skin along her exposed wrists. “R-Red… I’m sorry I….”
I slapped the belt hard, leaving a dark, red welt. Colette cried out and pulled her arms back. “Leave them fucking there,” I said quietly, running my fingers through her slightly silvering locks. “Do you know why you’re being punished?”
Shaking her head, I could see she was fighting back tears, “No, Red.”
“It’s because I like you, Miss Colette. And I’m protective of the people I fucking like. And no one tells my friends they aren’t worthy. Even if it’s them. Especially if it’s them! That shit really pisses me off!”
I hit her wrists again. This time, she did her best to contain the scream trying to force itself from her lips.
“No one tells them they are ugly and shouldn’t be touched. You are fucking beautiful. You are smart. You don’t just sell the art, you live it. You are a piece of fucking art! And if I see you condescend yourself again, I’ll fucking flay you. Do you understand?”
I drew back the belt. She closed her eyes, flinching, but keeping her arms obediently in place. “Yes, Red.”
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other better.” I straddled her lap, facing her and leaning my forehead against Colette’s. She began hyperventilating. I soothed her with a kiss. “Now let’s get you out of these clothes. I want to see you, all of you.”
Colette nodded. I could tell she was more afraid of being seen naked than another hit of the belt. But she pressed on bravely for me. “Yes, Mistress.”
I kissed her gently before sliding my hand down to the hem of her dress. “Good girl, and none of that Mistress bullshit. It’s just Red.”
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Wolf
Mary writhed on the marble floor, rubbing her thighs and squeezing her tits. “You b-b-bastard! This is what you’ve been doing to Kitten!?”
It hadn’t even been a minute since I had pushed two wintergreen mints down her throat. I really enjoyed watching her gag. God I wanted a blowjob. “No, of course not. You could never handle her dosage. I’ve given you a quarter of what Kitten gets every single day.”
Mary was enthralled by my tale of as-good-as-magical aphrodisiacs and how I had turned Kitten into a slave to her own horniness. Mary only interrupted to occasionally call be evil or a bastard or an evil bastard. But she was eating it up! The part of the story where I kept Kitten tied up for hours like an animal and sold off her desperate and eager pussy to the highest bidder really got Mary panting.
“S-so this is why… mmmmfffuck!” She was lifting her dress, showing me her red silken panties with the dark patch of wetness. “This is why she was always so eager when you made her fuck all those strangers! I knew she didn’t really want them!”
Heh, of course Kitten liked fucking her clients. Kitten is such a perfect slut!
My false narrative fit perfectly into her story. “That’s why no matter what you do, she’ll never leave. I pumped her full of drugs till she was addicted; now she’ll die without a study supply. And when she’s high on them, she can’t help herself. She devolves into a rutting beast who’ll fuck any filthy cock she sees!” I could see Mary’s tempting nipples poking out of her dress. I triumphantly indulged in roughly squeezing her tits. They were enchantingly soft. Nice little handfuls. “Now, do you deny you need fucked?”
“No! Please don’t make me say it!” Despite her protests, she was slipping her underwear down to her knees, revealing a new treat.
“Isn’t this absolutely adorable!” My fingers traced her matted brown pubic hair which had been shaved into the shape of a heart above her cunt. “Was this for Kitten? Next time I’m violating her, I’ll tell her all about it.”
Mary took the initiative, grabbing me by the wrist and pulling my hand down between her thighs. “Stop! Stop, get off me you m-monster! OOoooo!” Oh, how I wished I had more time to tease the little slut. I plunged two hooked fingers deep inside her as she rocked her hips into my hand. She had worked herself up into frantic desperation. “I… I can’t stop myself!”
She was becoming more fun by the minute. “You pathetic slut, you’ve barely begun your suffering. My drug stays with you for hours, getting worse by the moment! Do you understand the constant agony Kitten feels? The burning need only I can satisfy? This is why she’ll never leave!”
I withdrew my digits to Mary’s whimpering dismay.
“You can’t help yourself. Can you, little girl?” I tasted her on my fingers, musty and fruity. “Mmm, now beg for my cock. Plead for it. Or I’ll strap you down to that table, turn off the lights, and leave you down here alone to suffer, untouched!”
“You…. you…” She reached for her own pussy and I snatched her by her dainty wrist and pinned them next to her head. She struggled weakly, moaning and crying until she finally went still. Her eyes were soft and glassy like a doll’s. “Please.”
I slapped her across the face, and she responded by orgasmically wailing in delight. I kept her firmly pinned down and pressed my thigh between her legs. With a satisfied grin, she ground her cunt against me. “Now, say it out loud. Be precise. Tell me what you want!”
“Please fuck me with your dirty cock! Use me like you use Kitten. I need to feel her suffering. I need to know her pain if I’m to love her.” She batted her eyes and offered herself. “Please, Sir. I’ll do anything you say. I’ll be a good girl.”
I watched as her knees opened wide, and she offered me her hungry slit. “Was that so hard, little mouse?” I scooped her up from the ground and slung her slight frame over my shoulder. I took her to the closest thing there was to a bed in the dungeon. I dropped her on the padded table and pulled her ass to the edge.
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Red
Colette trembled like a fucking virgin on her wedding night after I claimed her clothes. Only the straps that held on her prosthetics remained. “Red, may we dim the lights?”
“No.” She squirmed and tried to lean to the right side of her body, where the scarring was the worst. I pushed down on her shoulder and forced her to lie flat. “No more hiding. I want to see you. You show me everything, you fucking got that?”
She opened her mouth, but only a tiny whisper, too quiet to hear, came out. Still, she nodded her head. Good enough.
Her damaged skin was twisted into a labyrinth of matted browns, dull pinks, and shining white ridges. The long mutilated flesh had been stretched as she grew. I ran my fingers along her side, and she gasped, “Stop!”
“Why should I? I like feeling you here.”
She chewed her lip and shook her head. “Please, I… no one normally touches me there. They avoid it. I know it’s ugly. You don’t need to…” I lifted my belt and brought it down across her tits. “AHHH!”
“You fucking listen, because I’m tired of being compared to these assholes you’ve had before. I don’t fucking pity you. I don’t feel sorry for you. And I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re in a wheelchair. If you have a problem with that, tell me to leave right now. Otherwise, we do this my way.” I leaned over and kissed her, the tackiness of our lipsticks mingling brought out a pleasured sigh.
She seemed to relax, starting to understand I was telling the truth. “Yes, Red.”
“Good.” I went back to my exploration of her body. “I don’t fuck around, and I won’t blow smoke up your ass. When I tell you that you are beautiful, I fucking mean it. What happened to you was fucked. It took so much from you. But I’ve never met someone like you before. You’re unique. A testament to your fucking survival. This amazing body fucking fought to be alive! And I find that really fucking sexy.”
Her flesh was a jumble of different textures, the result of a lifetime of skin grafts and cosmetic surgery that could only make her body livable, but there was only so much medicine could do to make her whole.
The more Colette was touched, the calmer she became. And eventually, I began to change my focus to the more traditional erogenous areas. She reacted with soft purrs as I stroked her tits. They were sensitive as hell, but below the waist, I got no reaction.
“I’m sorry, I can’t feel that.” She looked ashamed, like it was her fault. I let that slip for now.
“So, when you were fucked before, did they just pump something hard into your cunt and call it a day?” I played with her slit, exploring it. Trying to understand where she was at.
She nodded. “Pretty much. Until I told them to stop. The man… well, he got off. I had to be cleaned up afterward. But… I felt nothing.”
“Don’t waste your time with men. A man can’t help you. Getting off is different for them. They get hung up on physical sensation.” Big promises, but I thought I could keep them. “You don’t just orgasm from your puss, you know? It ain’t just about getting plowed till you cum. I mean, sure, that’s how most fellas treat it. It’s why women are always at an orgasm deficit with a man. Most men don’t understand how to get us off.”
When I played with her cunt, she became wet. And I spotted the pink hood of her clit. When I touched it, I could feel her pussy quiver and become hot. Yet her breathing never changed.
“Your body feels it, even if your brain doesn’t. I could probably get your lower half off without your head knowing it.” I was thinking out loud, but that seemed to help her. A weak grin spread over her lips.
“So… do you think you could make me cum?”
“Oh, down low, I would bet my life on it. But you’re going to feel it. You are going to understand it. We’re gonna cum together. Give me a minute.”
I hopped off her and headed to the door. I opened it and her silent men were obediently standing by. “Hey, one of you needs to run an errand. Go check with Juniper, she can rustle it up what I need. Now, quick as a fucking bunny, ask her for….”
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Wolf
“Please! Please, oh please! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” I didn’t strap Mary to the table like I had threatened, but that didn’t stop her from reaching up and holding onto the leather bindings. She gripped so tightly her knuckles were white.
There was something so deliciously kinky about fucking someone with their clothes on. It always appealed to me. Red would entertain me with an occasional bit of dress up or some slinky lingerie, but normally she insisted on removing our garments. Mary’s expensive white party dress was dirty and torn. Screwing her like this made it feel more urgent. Too primal for polite conventions or regard the sanctity of her tailor’s work.
I had ripped her panties from her legs and smeared the wetness against her face. She was panting in need as I ran the head of my cock up and down her labia, priming her to receive me. And something Kitten had written again and again throughout Mary’s file came to mind as soon as I slid my cock inside her:
‘Chatterbox’.
“OH! Fuck! You’re cock feels like it’s ripping me open! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Yeah! That feels good!”
I hadn’t even set my feet and gotten her into a good position and she was already moaning and screaming.
“That’s… oh fuck! That’s a good cock. Stretch me open, Sir! I’ll be a good little whore! I’ll take it however you give it to me. Cum where you want! FUCK ME! Please, keep fucking me, Sir! I need it! Use me like you use Kitten, I need to feel torn open! I need to feel what she feels when you hold her down and plow her rotten. Don’t hold back! I’m a bad girl! I’m a good girl! I’m whatever you want me to be, just please keep fucking me! FUCK ME! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme! FUCK ME!!”
Wow.
I had intended to push her knees to her chest, penetrate her deeply, and position her for a good grinding. But for all her screams of ‘doing whatever I want’, she was definitely shifting herself into a position she liked.
I had never done it like that before! She planted her feet on my shoulders. They were slipping off me, so I removed her socks. I was simply delighted by the sight of her immaculately manicured black toenails. Each bearing tiny cat heads drawn on with such artistry. I could feel my cock swell, and she got even louder.
“Yeah! That’s good! I like that! Do you like my toes, Sir? Aren’t they pretty. I… I wanted Kitten to see them! Do you like them, Sir? Oh fuck! Harder! Deeper! MMMmmm, yeah! Fuck me! Use my cunt!” Despite her gasping for breath, she never shut up! But she was right, her toes were pretty.
Something about Mary’s feet really was doing it for me. Maybe it was the way she curled her small toes into my shoulder, or perhaps it was how they suddenly splayed wide apart when she got excited. But fuck, they were driving me wild. I had to stop to snatch one of her ankles and bring her foot to my mouth. I sank balls deep inside her and sucked on her little piggies, one at a time.
“Oh! Oh, Sir! Mister Wolf! That’s it! Fuck! FUCK!” She wrapped the straps above her head around her wrists and held tight, using the leverage to slam her cunt down onto my cock. I had expected Mary to be very passive when fucked, this was a pleasant surprise. “P-please don’t let Kitten see me like this! I don’t want her to see how you’ve defiled me!”
The way she grinned and panted made it quite obvious she did want Kitten to watch her get fucked. I’m sure I can arrange for that to happen sometime. Mary’s brown eyes rolled back, and she arched her back.
I let her post her ankle on my shoulder again, then gripped her by her bent knees. I gotta remember this position, maybe Kitten has some pointers to make it even better! I changed my rhythm from steady fucking to hard, savage slams of my. She had a little meat on her ass, which made for wonderful cushioning.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Fuck! Mmm! MMMM! YEAH!” Every crash of my hips was met with an eruptive wail of rapture. I had never been with someone so… loquacious? Is that a word? But fuck, it was working for me. It wasn’t like that empty, soulless jabber you hear in pornos. Mary was having fun and meant every scream. I found her enthusiasm infectious, and I came first. I erupted and filled her pussy. “Oh! Don’t stop! Fill me up! Breed me like… like theeeee biiiitch I am! F-f-fill me with your cum, S-s-siiiir!” Her words slurred, and her body thrashed.
Growling and holding on tight, neither of us slowed. I pounded her warm, spurting cunny into submission. She shut her eyes tight, and I watched as her body tensed. For the first time since my cock penetrated her, Mary went silent except for a dull, little humming. Finally, her eyes shot open, and she let out the cutest little squeak. I’ve never such a cute little orgasm!
I slowed to a steady grind, and her voice came back. Barely more than a whisper, she whimpered, “You… you made me cum! I didn’t want to! You made me do it. I hate you! How could you! To me! To Kitten!”
Soon, she just whimpered as I pulled my dick from her and stroked the last of my semen out onto the heart-shaped patch of hair that crowned her cunt. She lifted her head to watch with fascination.
“See, you can be a proper fuck doll. I know with those sex drugs burning in your veins, you’ll need more soon. But our time is almost up.” I retrieved a collar from the wall. “Don’t worry, little mouse. Mr. Wolf will make sure you’re taken care of.”
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Red
While Colette’s manservant went on his errand, I returned my attention to her. Fuck, she looked beautiful, and I was done with asking for permission. Her green eye locked on me, a mixture of terror and gratitude as I kneeled before her and loosened the straps on her artfully designed legs. She groaned as I removed them. Treating them with reverence, I carefully set her legs aside.
“This is it, Colette. No more hiding. Your body belongs to me.” I kissed her along the scars on her hips, moving my face inward till I my face was between her limp thighs. She reached down to run them through my hair as I plunged my tongue into her cunt.
“Oh, Red! You… You really aren’t just humoring me, are you? You… mmmm, you really think I’m beautiful?”
There it was! That moan! She felt it! Not the fucking tongue in her puss. Not the way I suckled at her clit. She felt the need and desire in her chest to get her off. She felt it building up inside her head. The rush of endorphins you can only find with someone else. The pleasure of being needed and desired.
The knock on the door snapped her out of it, but that was fine. I knew I had her where I wanted her. I kissed her belly, “Hold tight, lady. I got us a toy.”
It was long, pink, and pliable. I held it up only for Colette’s briefest inspections before sliding the double-ended dildo deep inside her. She pressed her back down and arched upward with a soft sigh. “Now, you’re going to keep your eyes open I want you to reach out with all your other senses too. Feel what’s happening to your body. Every sound and taste. Take it all in.”
“Yes, Red.” And with a sweet, beaming smile.
Bending the long piece of rubber, I mounted her and took the other half into my cunt. “Fuck, that’s nice. Also, pay attention to me. The way I breathe. The way my body reacts to fucking you. The way you’re turning me on. The way my heart is going to beat faster and faster. Think of nothing else but here and now, be present. Just you and me.”
There were no more words needed after that. I mounted her slight body and she welcomed me, wrapping her arms around my back. We enjoyed the taste of each other’s lips. Our tongues danced. My hands wandered her body, running up and down the enchanting sensation of her scars.
We held on closer. She matched her breathing to me. I ground my hips down onto the dildo. Collete pressed her back down and rocked back into me. We found our pace together. She peppered my neck with suckling and kisses, and I touched her everywhere I could. Her moans became louder as I drew circles around her nipples with my fingertips. I wanted to lower my head and suck on them, but she wouldn’t let me. She clung so tight.
The low, building growl of my own orgasm was growing. I squeezed her tighter against me, our bodies becoming more in sync as the rocking eroded down the walls that held back a moment of paradise.
“Red! Red… Red…” My name spilled from her lips like a fucking prayer. And as we shared in our climax, joyful tears ran down her cheeks.
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Wolf
Mary panted and played with her sticky pubic hair. Rolling her eyes back and continuing her inflected levels of indulgent need. “I need more! The urge… it won’t stop! I can’t stop! My god! What have you done to me?!”
I squeezed my cock from the base to the tip, gathering our collective sex onto my fingers before plunging them into her mouth. God, I wish I had more time. The more I stared at them, the more fuckable her lips looked. But Juniper was very clear about not running over. Red and I had another client soon. So instead, I enjoyed the exuberant show of her felicitating my digits.
“The effects of the drug last for hours. And the withdrawal can take weeks. You’ll wake up, panting and thinking of what I’ve done to you tonight. Impossibly horny, but unable to cum. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again, Miss Mary. Now that I set my hooks in you.”
She smirked at the thought of our future meetings.
“And even getting through the night will be hard. I’ve had my fun with you, but I have places to be. Now I can’t just let you roam around the mansion, causing trouble. Can I?”
“No, Sir. What’s to be done with me?”
I suddenly regretted not stripping her. I would love to see her in the buff. Of course, I liked the trashy and ravaged look in her dirty dress, too. I’m getting greedier every day. But no time for second-guessing. Better wrap it up. “I could lock you up down here, let you suffer.”
“NO!” She whimpered and gave me those puppy dog eyes. “I’ll die if I don’t get fucked.”
I pet her hair, and she nuzzled against me. “Then I’ll find you more cock. And I’ll let you show your love for Kitten at the same time. I told you before that you didn’t understand her. You still don’t. The only way you could…” I dramatically paused as she hung on my command. I grabbed her by the throat, squeezing her and cutting off her air. “You must become my whore, just like Kitten. Let me sell you. Submit yourself to me as she has. You’ll get all the cock you need. Maybe I’ll even let Kitten watch.”
I wasn’t expecting the laughter. She was suddenly possessed by an intense giddiness as my order swirled around her blissful head. Mary worked hard to regain her composure, so delighted with my idea that she was having trouble keeping in character. “You monster! How could you do this to poor, innocent little girls? But what choice do I have?”
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Red
It fucking sucks that I had to go. I wanted to spend all night with Colette. Give her more. Tell her again and again how beautiful I think she is. She clung to me in the afterglow and gently cried, which made it all the harder to pull myself away.
“Red…” I had helped her sit up, and she reclined against me. The heat of our desire was slowly dissipating, and I could see the goosebumps rising on her skin. “I never… I mean… Thank you. I had…”
“Didn’t expect you to be one at a loss for words,” I took her hand and held it. She interlaced her fingers with mine and nodded. “Felt good, didn’t it?”
Her bashful smile answered my question. Nuzzling against me, she asked, “Red… will you visit me? In Miami? I’ll pay, of course! Name your price! Please, I just…”
“Shhhh…” I gave her a playful smack on the cheek. “I like spending time with you. Let’s not make it all cheap with talk of money. Maybe I’ll come out and see you, no filthy lucre needed.” I meant it to, there was something hauntingly honest about her I liked. She scratched an itch I never realized I had, and I was growing addicted to the tactile thrill of her scars against my skin.
“Absolutely not!” As if I had spoken some magic words, suddenly the vulnerability vanished. And suddenly she had again become the strong woman I met when I first entered the room. “Do you know the real reason artists starve?”
“You tell me, you’re the fucking expert!” Glad she was getting her spunk back.
“Because they are suckers. Don’t be an idiot, Red. Just because you find fulfillment in your work doesn’t mean it has no value. Don’t let yourself be exploited. Think of it this way, I will be your patron, not your client. Come to Miami, let me introduce you to some important people. I want to give you the opportunity to explore what art is to you. I know you want to create something more substantial than sex shows for the rich perverts.”
I leaned in and kissed her. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I really do. In that case, get a hold of Juniper. She’ll set it up.”
Huh, so many doors are opening in my life. An embarrassment of fucking riches, really. I’ll have to really consider what I want to do with my future. But that’s a tomorrow issue. Tonight, I had one more client to take care of.
Colette and I made our goodbyes. I doubted my second appointment would be nearly as engaging.
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Wolf
So I triumphantly returned to the ballroom with Mary on a leash. Presented her to Mistress, Kitten was in the middle of a big ol’ fuck pile but even I caught her attention. Mistress seemed in a great mood, everyone did.
Mary was sold off, and my reward was a blowjob from Kitten. She had her glasses on! And the cat ears too! Just like the first night we played. This… this is really fucking stupid to say. I know that. And guys are easily influenced by a girl sucking on their dick, but I think I was in love with Kitten.
Red returned from her job not long after. Before I knew it, she was joining us. Telling me exactly what I was to do with Kitten’s sweet mouth. I didn’t expect Mistress to suddenly blow her cool out.
She snatched Kitten away and scolded us, “You fuckers have another client. Get the fuck out of my sight.”
Red and I giggled to each other as soon as she marched Kitten away. “Red, how did it go?”
Red smiled, and to my shock seemed absolutely smitten! “I’ll tell you about it later, now’s not the time.” She kissed me than gave me a playful smack to the balls. “Now shut the fuck up about it and get into character. We’re entertaining together next. Let’s check in with Juniper.”
She was busy, swamped by all of Mistress’ talent and handing out last-minute changes and assignments. There seemed to be a lot of those. Our floor show had stirred the pot and caused a lot of bidding wars.
Juniper, towering over everyone, spied us and tossed a file to Red. “You two. Ten minutes. The Jungle Suite.”
Red stared at the binder. And a really weird smile was creeping over her face.
“Who do we have?” I tried to look over her shoulder, she hadn’t even cracked it open. Just stared slack-jawed at the name at the top.
“Sasha Bradley.” She looked at me like I should know who that was. Realizing I didn’t, she rolled her eyes. “Sasha fucking Bradley. CEO of Darkstone.”
“Wait, the company you just quit?”
Red unholstered her belt. “My old boss. C’mon, Wolf. I’ve got an ass to beat.”
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Kitten
Mistress’ nails were diggin’ into the back of my neck as I was hurried to the front door. I… I couldn’t read her. Was she angry? Was she sad? What the fuck was goin’ on?
“Mistress, I…”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” I silently watched her steal some customer’s fur coats from the closet by the entrance. She covered herself, and handed one to me. “This place is starting to piss me off. It’s too crowded. I need you alone.”
I dared to ask quietly, scared as I’ve ever been because I truly didn’t know what the fuck was on her mind. All I knew was she was upset. “Where are we going?”
She popped an eyebrow and gave me a look that could murder. “Put on your fucking coat, I’m taking you to Pussycat Park.”
