Payne and Pleasure


A short story offering.  Warning: adult theme.

Sondra  moved  to the corner  booth she favored at O’Flannery’s.  It afforded her the chance to people watch, something  she rarely did anymore.  She often came here for a drink before work and lately it had been every day.   It wasn’t so much that she needed the alcohol , no.  It was more that she was bored.

When she had moved here to Le Tumba de Pecado, she thought this was her ideal fantasy life. Her  husband of a brief six months was killed in active duty.  The life insurance and settlement afforded her a  tidy sum.  The miscarriage of their child three weeks after his death was the final straw.  She  sold everything she had and moved out here to escape all the well-wishers that just made it hurt more.  At first, learning the ins and outs of the job was a huge challenge, the experience and  the work difficult as she had nothing to draw on to help her and was learning from scratch  Her natural  tendencies soon took over and she was the most requested domme  at  House of Payne.  Now , she was the owner of Payne & Pleasure.  She bought  it from Michael Payne, master dom.  He was like a big brother to her.   He taught her everything about the business, about the lifestyle, and about the  psychology in it.

Now, Mistress Cassondra ruled a 4 story bdsm club where she only took clients that she chose.  She had no taste for the  curiosity seekers,  had no  patience for  the perverts.  She wanted, longed for even a man who wanted both the feminine side of her and  the domme  side.  A man who longed for variety and excitement and wasn’t afraid of his own sexuality to be too afraid to experiment.  Over the past year, she had  supervised her club more than  anything else.  A lawyer from  the valley piqued her interest for a while, but  it turned out he  was a coke head so she cut him off.

She nursed her drink, a  Manhattan , bored staring at the crown in general.  She shouldn’t feel this way at 34, shouldn’t feel over the hill like there’s nothing out there for her.  She raised her glass to finish her drink when she spotted him.  He wore a black leather jacket, score a point there as she adored her leather.  He seemed unassuming, carried himself with a reserved confidence, something she liked. Score two points for him.  She motioned the waitress, Tara, a girl who worked for her in the afternoons. She requested another drink and promised  twenty bucks to Tara if she’d find out his story for her.

At that very moment, he turned in her direction watching the exchange quietly without expression.  As Tara walked back  to the bar, he watched her movements.  Sondra shifted in the booth removing her jacket.  It was quite a surprise when he carried her drink  to her and sat down with her.  Well mannered  – check, another point.  Well groomed – check, another point.  Killer smile – well hell, that had to be worth ten points.  His voice was as smooth as twenty year old scotch with a distinct  British accent.  Sondra was suddenly  interested.  She knew that the best route was often the indirect one .

The chatted for about fifteen minutes.   A notice sounded on his phone and he  shut it off. “Right.  It was lovely to meet you.  I’ll be back through  here in  three days,  if you happen to be around.  I’d love to   buy you a drink then. Say here?  On Friday? Around 7?”

For the first time in six years Cassondra  agreed to meet  someone.   He kissed her hand then flashed her a brilliant smile before he left.   The strangest thing happened then, she smiled looking forward to something  to something.  Interesting, she didn’t even know his name and he’d made her day.   She left the twenty on the table for Tara, and walked  to the club with some pep in her step.

Once in her office she  donned her  long blonde wig, slipped off her yoga pants  and zipped up the  tight black leather skirt.  She tugged her blouse off revealing the  black and purple  corset beneath it.   Inspired by the  man at the bar, she went for the thigh top  snake-skin tooled leather  boots.  She applied a   coat of  Relentlessly Red lip-gloss and her mask.  She began her rounds going from room to room, observing, checking with her employees.

On the second floor, clients that chose   sissification and cuckolding were enjoying their sessions.  It was on this floor that she observed Corinne with her client.  He was dressed in pale pink ladies panties, a pink satin corset cinched, and a curly ginger wig.  The makeup was done well.  She was a stickler for making certain the  “ humiliation” that her  employees   engaged in was of the best quality.  Quick slaps of makeup on a client that resembled more of a clown was off-limits unless the man insisted on applying his own makeup in such manner.

It was at the third strike of the crop on his thigh that Sondra realized his accent. She had to look close. “Please Mistress may I have another.”

That voice!  It was him, her reason for feeling happy.  She stood behind the glass observing.   Corinne wasn’t into it.  Cassondra stepped into the room, and took the crop from Corinne, at first to  instruct.

“I hope you don’t mind having two mistresses.”

“ NO, not at all!”  He smiled flashing his brilliant smile that lit up his entire face.

This wasn’t as easy as she thought as she suddenly felt weak in the knees.  She walked around him inspecting Corinne’s work.  “Why is his corset loose?”

“I didn’t want to make it too tight Lady Cassondra. “  She cinched up another inch and a half until he  made a slight gasping sound.

“ When you hear that it begins to become snug – that’s where you want it tightened to.  She tugged on the panties, brushing her hand over his front. “These are too loose, and cheap fabric.”   Sondra walked to the armoire and took out a pair of silk string bikinis handing them to Corinne.  Have him put these on.

“ Fabric choice is imperative.”  She waited a few seconds then walked to the client with  a blindfold.

“ What’s your name?”   She asked him.

“ Dylan”  he offered, clearing his throat.

“ Dylan, you like being  bound don’t you?”  she trailed the tip of the crop over his bare arm.

“ Yes Mistress.”

“ You want me to punish you don’t you?”

“ Well, not so much as punish . . .”

“ Stop!”  The smack of the crop fell on his thigh.  “The answer required is yes or no.

“Right. Well as I started to say, it’s not as”

SMACK!  The crop fell across the other thigh.

“ OW!  Bloody hell woman,  I’m simply trying to explain.”

She crossed her arms as Corinne stepped back with an expression of shock. “ You dare come in my establishment and   order me?”

“ If you’d simply listen to my request.”

“ UH!”  She held her hand up.

“ But I”

“ UH!”

He made motion as if he’d say something again and thought better of it.  “ Very good.  You can learn.”

Cassondra walked over tracing his cheek with the tip of the crop then leaned down as if she was going to kiss him. “ You need to learn when to speak and when not to.” With that she slipped a gag over his mouth, fastening it tightly at the back of his head.

“You will speak when asked a direct question and only then.”

For all his struggling against the bindings and instruction she could plainly see the evidence of his arousal.   She trailed the crop over his thigh, down his arm, circling around his  groin but never touching.

She leaned down over him again, “I don’t think you are appreciative of the fact that you are receiving the benefits of two mistresses without double charge.”  She slipped a  blindfold around his head, tying tight at the back of his head .

 Once he was blindfolded the fun began.  Sondra cued Corinne on her answers and responses,  while trailing leather gloved hands down his legs. He heard moans of pleasure, sounds of kisses, slaps, gasps, leaving him to  imagining what the two women must be doing, until finally their gasps and moans reached a fevered pitch.

Officially, their business was  hands off, no actual sexual contact. However, Sondra had recently been studying about mind control.  She planted the images she wanted him to have ,  leading him on a merry chase of pleasure and at the   pinnacle of their play acting  he moaned loudly as   the wet stain spread over the silk fabric.

She raised her eyebrows at Corinne, her arms crossed  nodding in his direction.  Corinne nodded silently.

“ Now Dylan, Next time  if you are a good boy or  perhaps a good little girl you’ll receive a reward instead of punishment.  Wouldn’t you prefer your mistresses touch you than each other?  Simply nod or shake.”

 He  nodded eagerly, his cheeks flushed.

She  walked to him, leaning down and for the very first time violated her own rules. She kissed his cheek, leaving a perfect  stain of red lips.  “I hope you enjoyed today, and I certainly hope you’ll come  see me again.”

Sondra walked out, leaving the magical potion in the lipstick to work on him knowing full well  he’d be back to see her.  It was just a matter of when.

Some days you write, some days you write about writing. It’s all good.   Hope you enjoyed it.

Write on my friends, write on.


geode-2Sometimes good things come  when you aren’t even looking for them.  I’ve  ranted here before about the  vampires and about the  time wasters.    A couple of good friends have recently been reminding me  to stop giving my time to free loaders and  vampires.  They are right.

My wonderful coach has been  trying to  get the point across that my time is just as valuable as anyone else’s.   We know this, yet we devalue ourselves.   It’s so easy to slip into the same patterns. I have a hard time saying ‘no’ to people.   Some play on my compassion, others want my skills for no pay.  Friends come wanting favors,  coworkers want information, family want attention.  Pretty soon you are stretched into  thirty directions wondering why you can’t seem to focus or get anything accomplished  on your own dreams.  Gee – I wonder why.

So, I’ve gotten myself into a jam ( imagine that!) with  certain habits of  giving my time to  above mentioned ‘negative’ individuals.  It’s been a real painful  exercise in extracting myself from those  situations.   I’ve really cut down my social media time as I would find myself spending way too much time with my Facebook friends than is healthy.

I’ve been  changing  habits and relearning how to write.  that may sound funny, but I’ve over edited myself.  I’ve  been told by numerous people that  I’ve  over edited myself, or censored what I let out.  to some degree that is a good thing except when you have  cut out over half the story.

This new method of writing has greatly reduced my daily word count.  Where I was getting 2000 to 2500 words before,   now I reach about 300 to 350 before the editor kicks in.   Now the difference is, I have 300 quality words, not 2000  sugar-coated cleaned up and polished sugar fluff that  my inner voices are shushed.

Remember me mentioning those dark recesses?  The dark passages beyond the deep pools?   Well inner editor,  uber Nazi Fräulein doesn’t want any of those to get out.  She’d burn my entire stack of manuscripts if I let her.   I can manage to sneak about 300 words or so past her before she  pays attention.

Lately though, I’ve  had a true treasure  fall into my  lap so to speak.   You know those people who you are supposed to hang out with?  The ones  that  encourage you?  The ones that add value to your life?   I asked  a while back where those people were in my life and I had to make  changes.    As it happens, I felt down   and decided  that I would  go visit the groups I was in on Facebook, something that I  have greatly cut back on.  In one particularly enjoyable  group I made a new friend.  It’s astonishing how many similarities we have.

I feel like we instantly bonded, and we have been  chatting fairly regularly since.  This person is a true treasure.  One that adds value to my life, one that challenges me to do more and be more.    I’ve already observed a difference in myself and my outlook since we’ve been sharing and chatting.

  • He’s free with compliments whereas I’ve been used to listening to criticism.  Wow, can’t tell you what a difference that makes.
  •  He encourages me in my writing –  in addition to listening to my inner editor, I’ve had  family tell me  to stop chasing dreams that I didn’t have the talent to obtain.  That really stung, and although I didn’t want to believe that  it affected me.
  • He seems to value my opinion.   In a world where big busted women are looked at as brainless bimbos I can’t tell you how much  respect  this particular point   won him.
  • We seem to have common interests and opinions .  When you’ve been feeling like maybe  everyone else is right and there’s something wrong with you, that you’re the messed up one  it’s   phenomenal to  find like-minded people.

Through conversation he’s encouraged me and I’ve tried to be encouraging to him.  We’ve found common ground where we can share our opinions, likes and dislikes.   This has really made an impact on my outlook and improved my daily word count tremendously.

If you notice my picture at the top of the geode, it’s there to make a point. I could have just as easily used the rock analogy from ‘Bug’s Life’, but I wasn’t sure how many would get it.  So instead my geology degree kicks in and I give you a rock.  On the outside, most of us look like plain rocks. We vary in shade, circumference, and density but we appear as unassuming run of the mill rocks.  But, when you cut open rocks you’ll find in some  beautiful treasure.  Now I’m not suggesting that I  or anyone else cut my new friend in half – what’s wrong with you people?

NO, I am suggesting that when you  look beyond the surface, when you get to know the person, once in a great while you find a geode.  ON the outside could be  just a plain rock, but to the trained geologist  they recognize  potential.

I grossly underestimated my  friend’s inner treasure.  The more we talk,  the easier it is to  talk.   I am feeling once again confident in my abilities, and enthusiastic about  pursuing the goal.

I have  loads of friends, and  most are not  vampires.  This particular friend has made a huge impact on me already.  Sometimes you just click with  the person.  I only hope that in some way I  add value to his life.  I would really be bummed to find out that  he considers me a time vampire.

Who do you have in your life that encourages you?  Who   helps you to achieve your dreams?  Who values you for  the things you value?

Get out of the rut and the mundane and start living your life with  passion.  If you can’t be passionate about  it, why bother?  For the past several months recovering from  a plethora of things life has dealt, I’ve had little passion therefore have written little.   All it takes is a spark to reignite the fires within.  I’ve got my spark, and now the fire is blazing.

Write on my friends, and do it with PASSION!

Hell Hath No Fury


 Today I’m going to do a little something different.  Here’s a short piece that I wrote with the intentions of posting it on Storytime, but is actually too long to post there.  Since this is my blog, I  can  share whatever I want.   This was written  for the theme ‘Dark and Twisty’  for the month of October.

Warning:  adult content

His finger poised over the mouse button, “Which do you think I should get?”

He was ordering a new laptop case for when he traveled.  We had gone over the options of what he needed for   protection as well as functionality for nearly an hour.   Then he saw the one with the artistic pictures.  A sleek powerful dragon on a black background, but it didn’t have the support or protection that he would need. Then there was the Technofunk hard case.   It was totally cool! But it didn’t have any room for his papers, or pens, much less the presentation documents for the company.

“ Well these are very cool, I admit but I think you’d better go with the black leather Targus bag; order it and it will be here before your flight leaves next Tuesday.”

I went back to work on grading my student’s papers, sliding my glasses back into place, red pen in hand.

Silence in the room for all of five minutes then a heavy sigh and click, click, click.  “OK, well that’s done and ordered.”  He stood pushing the chair back with his knees, stretched and bounded for the stairs.  Shortly after he bounded back down the stairs quite pleased with himself.  He  walked over to where I sat, papers strewn out before me, lifted my chin and gave me a quick kiss.  “ I’m going to go play a round with Brendan and Rob. Be back in a couple of hours baby.”  He gave me a deeper kiss before  practically running out the door.

Curiosity got the better of me as I heard the ding of incoming email.  He failed to shut down the computer, it was a bad habit he had.  I stood, stretching from side to side before walking to the kitchen to get myself some more tea.  Then went to the computer desk, sitting down and clicking open the email.

“Ugh!  That blasted man!”  Upon opening the email, I discovered an e- receipt for his order. One techno-funk hard case, a shoulder strap (of course had to be ordered separately), three movies and a vibrator. “ What?”

As my mind ignored the vibrator for the moment, my mind reeled at the fact that again, he blatantly disregarded my opinion.  Yes, I knew the case was cool but   it was not practical in the least and he would now have to carry a backpack or some other case in addition to his carry on duffel.  I tried to explain to him that for the purposes of his business trips why I thought he should go with the practical.

It shouldn’t surprise me really.  He’d done it a million times, ask my opinion then seemingly do the exact opposite of what I expressed.  Sometimes I wondered if he did it just to irritate, other times I decided it was just reverting to a childish opinion of “ you’re not the boss of me” which was often expressed after talking to his   older brother.

 I sat back  in the chair, arms crossed, lips pursed.  “ Right.  Time to teach you a lesson boyo.”

Clicking on the site I’d visited a few times before but not actually ordered, a shop   here in town that offered speedy discreet delivery.  I clicked open my shopping cart and eyed the leather corset and thigh high boots I’d promised myself as reward for reaching my next goal.  Well, I only had 5 pounds to go and he needed a severe spanking.   I clicked purchase; go to check out.  I called the number of the store and asked how much the special delivery would cost if I could get it delivered the same day.

“Only ten dollars?  And it will be here within the hour?”  My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.  I clicked purchase on both items, and added a chrome ball cage to the order.  Fantastic I’m clicking buy now.”

 I entered my information and clicked yes on special delivery. The woman on the other end verified my address and said   it would be on the way within ten minutes.

I couldn’t concentrate on the papers any longer.  I paced my room and watched out the window.  Anxious. Nervous.  A little giddy that I’d  gone through with it.   I opened my book of shadows, and found the page I needed.   Reading and rereading it until I had it memorized.  The doorbell rang and I vaulted  down the hall to the door.

The delivery mad was quite handsome, with dark hair, dark eyes, a full chest.  He stood there for a moment waiting.  I wondered if I should tip him or if he knew what was in the package and had ideas.  As I  eyed his motorcycle leathers, I laughed inside getting my  purse and slipped him a ten,  certain that  any idea he  had about what was going to happen was mild in comparison.

 An hour later Derek burst through the door in his usual fashion.  He deposited his golf bag by the door propped against the wall, and  headed straight for the shower.  I knew his routine.  I calmly moved the bag of clubs to the back of the closet not getting angry.  Strolling down the hall I  slipped my boots on over the  patterned thigh high stockings, and  slipped on  my new purchase.  The new leather smelled wonderful.   It was a tight fit over my hips and bust, but checking my appearance in the mirror I had to admit it suited me well.  I waited just outside the bathroom door to  ambush him.

Soon the water was shut off, I could hear him talking to himself as he dried.  “Hey Jeannie, you want to catch a movie later?”  He said it just as he turned the knob.

The towel was thrown over his head and tightened at the neck so fast he dropped his own towel.   I roughly drug him by the neck to the bed, tossing him up on it, allowing the towel to fall free.   Fists on either hips, lips pursed I replied “Sure baby, that sounds like fun.  Later.”

 I moved to the bed, securing his wrists to the bed posts, his eyes wide with surprise and delight.   The evidence of arousal poked me in the thigh.  “I love it when you get like this Jeannie.  Love it when you’re my baaaad girl.”

 I wasn’t in the mood to listen to his talk.  I grabbed the ball gag and fastened it roughly around his head.  “Now, you will listen. “  I walked to the drawer of goodies as I talked, then rocked back into a pose, one hip jutting out.  “You’ve disregarded my opinion once again.”  I stepped closer, smacking his thigh with the crop.  “Your choice, you are not obligated to take my suggestion.  However.”  I climbed up on the bed on my knees, staring into his eyes.

“Don’t”  I swatted his thigh an inch closer to his erection.

“Ask”  Another blow just on the inside of his thigh, his breath catching.

“My” A blow over his hipbone.

“Opinion” Another on his lower abs, brushing against his cock. A gasp escaped his lips at that time.

“ And” A blow landed   a fraction of an inch from his cock making him gasp.

“ Disregard it.” One final blow , this one hard landing on  his chest.

 His eyes were as big as saucers now.  We’d played rough a few times, had dabbled into the bdsm  after his friend’s wives were all a tither about  50 shades.  My inner dome excited him on one level and scared him on many more, which is why we only dabbled.  I wanted more but I wanted his cooperation.  Today, however all bets were off and  he would pay the price.

“You’ve ignored my requests.”  Another firm swat on his chest.

“ You’ve ignored my opinion – which you asked for.”  One across his right nipple,   causing him to  wince.

“You’ve pissed me off Derek and now you’ll pay.”  He groaned , every muscle in his body tightened expecting the blow.  There was none.

 I moved from the bed,  his cock fully erect, jerked in excitement as I deliberately raked the heel of my booted foot across him.  Moving to the dresser I picked up the tablet, pulling up the image I’d seen of the  teddy I wanted from the  local store.   I made mental note of the alterations I wanted and said the words to transform.

 Instantly his body convulsed.  His eyes grew wide in horror as he tried to scream.   A blurring of lines occurred as I watched it happen.  Watched my Derek transformed into my “ custom made” teddy .  An intricately tooled design of a  powerful dragon  that would encircle my body.  I unzipped my new dress stepping out of it.  And slipped on the teddy, carefully tightening the lace up back.   The mouth of the dragon was at my mound that would massage and tickle while I wore it.  The dragon’s strong front talons gripping my breasts, kneading and massaging. The strong hind legs of the beast, positioned over each  full cheek where the outstretched talons could squeeze and grip while the wings made up  the  top portion that laced together.  The part unseen was what happened after donning my  Derek teddy.   The  life force in his form would push up through the fabric at the crotch and  fill me with his most intimate parts, pumping hot passion at whatever tempo or  force I decided.

 Instantly the warmth and  power of the suit overwhelmed my senses.  My hands over his on my breasts.  His tongue lapping, swirling  as I felt him enter me.  My knees nearly buckled as I walked carefully to the bed, falling onto it.   I hadn’t  anticipated the power, the   intensity that I would be bombarded with.   I soon lost myself in the suit, until the thrusting brought me to a fevered pitch of my own and I screamed with such release I collapsed drained onto the bed.

The charm would only last one phase of the moon.  By the next moon his life force would wane and become just a piece of clothing.   I didn’t want that, but I could already tell that it was dangerously addicting.   When I woke I had to try it again and again.  By the second day I lay  limp, with exhaustion.

Just once more and I’ll remove the teddy, and the spell.

* sigh*  OK, well I can get back to my usual scheduled  life of writing, editing, and  regular day job.  Sometimes we just need a cathartic cleansing of those bad vibes.

Any thoughts?

Write on my friends, write on!