The Mistress Files: The Case of the Secret Switch
The Mistress Files: The Case of the Secret Switch
Tiffany Reisz
Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress. Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied… #4 The special client who’s secretly a Switch like Nora, both dominant and submissive, and only comes to her when he wants pain. Explore more of Nora’s erotic world.There are 4 more Mistress Files to uncover before The Mistress – book 4 in The Original Sinners series, out on 31st July 2013.‘Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic’ - Author Miranda Baker ‘Stunning. One of the best novels I have ever read. I am simply in awe and feeling richer for the experience.’ - Good Reads Reviewer on The Siren ‘This book made me feel everything.’ - Author Courtney Milan on The Siren
About the Author
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 writer’s creed: it’s not erotica until someone gets hurt.
Follow Tiffany on Twitter @tiffanyreisz or email her at littleredridingcrop@gmail.com.
The Mistress Files
Tiffany Reisz
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress.
Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club and Nora’s occasional lover, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied, no matter how unusual their requests may be. And The Mistress’s first five cases are anything but vanilla….
Explore more of Nora’s erotic world inThe Mistressby Tiffany Reisz, the latest novel in the Original Sinners series.
The Mistress Files #4
The Case of the Secret Switch
By Nora Sutherlin
-CONFIDENTIAL-
For Kingsley’s Personal Files Only
Only you, King. Only you. Well, if you insist. Here we go.
Stats: White Male, age 44.
Level of experience: Whatever is one level higher than “has done every kind of kink ever invented.”
Occupation: I’m not even going to justify this question with an answer.
So…let me tell you a little about him. No, not yet. I can’t start with him yet. Let me tell you about me.
As a Dominatrix, you never know whose ass you’re going to kick today. It might be an eighty-year-old foot fetishist who wants to get in one last good rub before kicking off to that big shoe rack in the sky. It might be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company who needs to be punished for all the naughty things he did to his employee’s pension fund that week. It might be some sweet kid, barely eighteen years old, who pretends to be all nice and normal and vanilla with his friends when they ogle the girls at strip clubs, but at night boots up the fetish porn and jerks off to pictures of women in eight-inch stilettos walking on the backs of bound and gagged men with leashes around their scrotums. He doesn’t know what he is, but he knows I can show him.
The fetishist, the freak, the fearful…I love them all. I’m one of them so I know how they feel, I know what they need and I want nothing more than to give it to them. For a price, of course. In this world, money imparts value. The only way to cheapen the sacred acts I perform would be to give them away for free. I see all kinds and I do all things and I get paid well for it. Yet even with this endless revolving door of precious perverts, I get a surprise every now and then.
Because sometimes, when I least expect it, he walks in. He is special, this client. With all my other clients, it’s work, it’s a job. Sometimes a fun job. Sometimes I think I’d rather be sitting in a cubicle with office drones than doing what I’m doing. But with him, it’s not a job. It’s not professional. With him, it’s personal. And because it’s personal, it’s draining, exhausting…it uses me up so I have nothing left to give for a day or two. I charge him more because of that, and he pays willingly. But for this special client, I make sure he gets his money’s worth. Why? Because we’re the same, me and him, not that either of us would ever admit that to anyone else. We’re both Switches. If you don’t know what a Switch is, allow me to enlighten you. Switches are submissives. We’re also Dominants. Often we’re also both sadists and masochists, Masters and slaves. We’re distrusted in the kink community. No Dominant wants a Switch for a submissive. After all, she might decide halfway through a scene it’s her turn to start doing the flogging. Think about bisexuals. If you were a straight woman, would you want to date a bisexual man? If you did, wouldn’t you have a nagging, gnawing question in the back of your mind—is he really gay and just hiding behind me? Switches get shit from both sides. The Doms think we’re weak. The subs think we’re indecisive sluts who want to get it from everybody—they’re only half right.
That’s okay. We understand each other. That’s why he, my special client, comes to me and no one else.
The Mistress wouldn’t say he was her favorite client, not to his face anyway. When he showed up she knew he would be the last person she saw that day. He took more out of her than any of the other men who came to her dungeon at the club. He took the most time, the most effort, and he never made an appointment.
Two weeks ago he came to her dungeon. It had been about three months since their previous session together. It might have taken three weeks for him to heal completely from it. She’d worked him over thoroughly that night, just the way he liked it. The other nine weeks between that night and this one, he’d been too busy to see her, or simply not in the mood to be destroyed. The mood struck him at the oddest times and for seemingly no reason. She never asked him the reasons why he decided to show up at her feet. He wasn’t there to talk. He wanted pain, and The Mistress wanted to give it to him.
On a Wednesday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. he strolled into her suite without knocking. The Mistress lay stretched out on the bed reading a book—Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham. A disappointing book. Well-written but she was two hundred pages in, and no one had even been tied up yet. She looked up from her book as he swept in the door, shutting and locking it behind him. He did this often, came into her dungeon. He had every right to. But locking the door meant only one thing.
Play time.
She didn’t speak. She shut the book and tossed it onto the nightstand. From the small table she pulled an elegant black mask that covered only the top half of the face. Like the good and well-trained submissive he was playing that day, he kept his eyes on the floor as she approached him. In all the world, she’d only ever met one man she found more attractive than the one standing before her. Night and day, he and the other man were. The submissive masochist in front of her had olive skin, dark eyes, dark as a sin-stained soul, and black hair with a slight roguish wave that fell to right above his shoulders. And at the moment, he had on far too much clothing.
“Lose the shoes. Shirt off, too,” she ordered as she stood in front of him and slipped the masquerade mask over his eyes. It had eyeholes since she didn’t want to blindfold him, only put him in a mental place where he could become another person…someone other than the one who’d walked in her door and the one who would crawl out of it. Plus, no denying, the man looked fucking hot in the mask. With this particular client, she allowed herself to enjoy her attraction to him.
He shucked off his jacket and she took it from him, throwing it on the floor. The embroidered vest came off next. It, too, landed on the floor. Then the shirt. Raising her hands to his chest, she caressed his strong broad shoulders, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat. She loved to tease him with pleasure before torturing him with pain. With another client who shared his sort of desires and fetishes, she would have put a collar on him. But no, never with him. He had one hard limit, only one. No collars. He might surrender to a world of pain but he would never submit to such an obvious sign of ownership.
“Stay,” she said as she went back to the bedside table. She pulled a thin black rope lead from the drawer and returned to him. God, how he hated the lead. Loathed it. He wasn’t a dog, after all, and the man had pride. But not on her time, he didn’t.
She put the lead around his neck and slipped the end of the rope through the hole at the other. A choke rope, it would tighten around his neck if he resisted her. Holding the end of the lead she took four steps back to stand three feet from him. She tugged once on the lead and he didn’t move. Good. She loved it when he gave her an excuse to punish him more. Raising her hand, she wrapped the rope one time…two times…three times around her palm. With every turn of her hand, she pulled him closer to her.
“I know you hate this.”
“You know me well, Maîtresse.”
She yanked him to her so they met eye-to-eye. She wore eight-inch platform stiletto boots that day otherwise she would have been staring down the center of his chest. Not a bad place to stare. He had a beautiful body, no denying that. Lean and muscular although riddled with old scars. She wouldn’t add any scars to his vast collection today. Only cuts, welts and bruises—all injuries that would heal quickly. If he wanted scars, he’d have to pay extra and make an appointment.
“I do know you…but not well enough. I think I want to get to know you better today. Let’s go into my office. Come along.”
She gave the rope another yank and led him into the second room of her suite. The front room was the bedroom, which she rarely used with clients. Sexual favors were granted for female clients and lovers only—not male clients. But the second room, the dungeon, housed all her toys including her most favorite toy of all.
“Do you know anything about the story of St. Andrew?” she asked as she dragged him by the lead to the ten-foot-tall, X-shaped St. Andrew’s Cross at the back of the room.
“I’m vaguely familiar with him.”
She removed the lead and tossed it aside.
“Up,” she ordered and he stepped in front of the cross. “Arms.”
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Tiffany Reisz
Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress. Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied… #4 The special client who’s secretly a Switch like Nora, both dominant and submissive, and only comes to her when he wants pain. Explore more of Nora’s erotic world.There are 4 more Mistress Files to uncover before The Mistress – book 4 in The Original Sinners series, out on 31st July 2013.‘Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic’ - Author Miranda Baker ‘Stunning. One of the best novels I have ever read. I am simply in awe and feeling richer for the experience.’ - Good Reads Reviewer on The Siren ‘This book made me feel everything.’ - Author Courtney Milan on The Siren
About the Author
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 writer’s creed: it’s not erotica until someone gets hurt.
Follow Tiffany on Twitter @tiffanyreisz or email her at littleredridingcrop@gmail.com.
The Mistress Files
Tiffany Reisz
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress.
Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club and Nora’s occasional lover, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied, no matter how unusual their requests may be. And The Mistress’s first five cases are anything but vanilla….
Explore more of Nora’s erotic world inThe Mistressby Tiffany Reisz, the latest novel in the Original Sinners series.
The Mistress Files #4
The Case of the Secret Switch
By Nora Sutherlin
-CONFIDENTIAL-
For Kingsley’s Personal Files Only
Only you, King. Only you. Well, if you insist. Here we go.
Stats: White Male, age 44.
Level of experience: Whatever is one level higher than “has done every kind of kink ever invented.”
Occupation: I’m not even going to justify this question with an answer.
So…let me tell you a little about him. No, not yet. I can’t start with him yet. Let me tell you about me.
As a Dominatrix, you never know whose ass you’re going to kick today. It might be an eighty-year-old foot fetishist who wants to get in one last good rub before kicking off to that big shoe rack in the sky. It might be the CEO of a Fortune 500 company who needs to be punished for all the naughty things he did to his employee’s pension fund that week. It might be some sweet kid, barely eighteen years old, who pretends to be all nice and normal and vanilla with his friends when they ogle the girls at strip clubs, but at night boots up the fetish porn and jerks off to pictures of women in eight-inch stilettos walking on the backs of bound and gagged men with leashes around their scrotums. He doesn’t know what he is, but he knows I can show him.
The fetishist, the freak, the fearful…I love them all. I’m one of them so I know how they feel, I know what they need and I want nothing more than to give it to them. For a price, of course. In this world, money imparts value. The only way to cheapen the sacred acts I perform would be to give them away for free. I see all kinds and I do all things and I get paid well for it. Yet even with this endless revolving door of precious perverts, I get a surprise every now and then.
Because sometimes, when I least expect it, he walks in. He is special, this client. With all my other clients, it’s work, it’s a job. Sometimes a fun job. Sometimes I think I’d rather be sitting in a cubicle with office drones than doing what I’m doing. But with him, it’s not a job. It’s not professional. With him, it’s personal. And because it’s personal, it’s draining, exhausting…it uses me up so I have nothing left to give for a day or two. I charge him more because of that, and he pays willingly. But for this special client, I make sure he gets his money’s worth. Why? Because we’re the same, me and him, not that either of us would ever admit that to anyone else. We’re both Switches. If you don’t know what a Switch is, allow me to enlighten you. Switches are submissives. We’re also Dominants. Often we’re also both sadists and masochists, Masters and slaves. We’re distrusted in the kink community. No Dominant wants a Switch for a submissive. After all, she might decide halfway through a scene it’s her turn to start doing the flogging. Think about bisexuals. If you were a straight woman, would you want to date a bisexual man? If you did, wouldn’t you have a nagging, gnawing question in the back of your mind—is he really gay and just hiding behind me? Switches get shit from both sides. The Doms think we’re weak. The subs think we’re indecisive sluts who want to get it from everybody—they’re only half right.
That’s okay. We understand each other. That’s why he, my special client, comes to me and no one else.
The Mistress wouldn’t say he was her favorite client, not to his face anyway. When he showed up she knew he would be the last person she saw that day. He took more out of her than any of the other men who came to her dungeon at the club. He took the most time, the most effort, and he never made an appointment.
Two weeks ago he came to her dungeon. It had been about three months since their previous session together. It might have taken three weeks for him to heal completely from it. She’d worked him over thoroughly that night, just the way he liked it. The other nine weeks between that night and this one, he’d been too busy to see her, or simply not in the mood to be destroyed. The mood struck him at the oddest times and for seemingly no reason. She never asked him the reasons why he decided to show up at her feet. He wasn’t there to talk. He wanted pain, and The Mistress wanted to give it to him.
On a Wednesday afternoon at 4:00 p.m. he strolled into her suite without knocking. The Mistress lay stretched out on the bed reading a book—Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham. A disappointing book. Well-written but she was two hundred pages in, and no one had even been tied up yet. She looked up from her book as he swept in the door, shutting and locking it behind him. He did this often, came into her dungeon. He had every right to. But locking the door meant only one thing.
Play time.
She didn’t speak. She shut the book and tossed it onto the nightstand. From the small table she pulled an elegant black mask that covered only the top half of the face. Like the good and well-trained submissive he was playing that day, he kept his eyes on the floor as she approached him. In all the world, she’d only ever met one man she found more attractive than the one standing before her. Night and day, he and the other man were. The submissive masochist in front of her had olive skin, dark eyes, dark as a sin-stained soul, and black hair with a slight roguish wave that fell to right above his shoulders. And at the moment, he had on far too much clothing.
“Lose the shoes. Shirt off, too,” she ordered as she stood in front of him and slipped the masquerade mask over his eyes. It had eyeholes since she didn’t want to blindfold him, only put him in a mental place where he could become another person…someone other than the one who’d walked in her door and the one who would crawl out of it. Plus, no denying, the man looked fucking hot in the mask. With this particular client, she allowed herself to enjoy her attraction to him.
He shucked off his jacket and she took it from him, throwing it on the floor. The embroidered vest came off next. It, too, landed on the floor. Then the shirt. Raising her hands to his chest, she caressed his strong broad shoulders, his collarbone, the hollow of his throat. She loved to tease him with pleasure before torturing him with pain. With another client who shared his sort of desires and fetishes, she would have put a collar on him. But no, never with him. He had one hard limit, only one. No collars. He might surrender to a world of pain but he would never submit to such an obvious sign of ownership.
“Stay,” she said as she went back to the bedside table. She pulled a thin black rope lead from the drawer and returned to him. God, how he hated the lead. Loathed it. He wasn’t a dog, after all, and the man had pride. But not on her time, he didn’t.
She put the lead around his neck and slipped the end of the rope through the hole at the other. A choke rope, it would tighten around his neck if he resisted her. Holding the end of the lead she took four steps back to stand three feet from him. She tugged once on the lead and he didn’t move. Good. She loved it when he gave her an excuse to punish him more. Raising her hand, she wrapped the rope one time…two times…three times around her palm. With every turn of her hand, she pulled him closer to her.
“I know you hate this.”
“You know me well, Maîtresse.”
She yanked him to her so they met eye-to-eye. She wore eight-inch platform stiletto boots that day otherwise she would have been staring down the center of his chest. Not a bad place to stare. He had a beautiful body, no denying that. Lean and muscular although riddled with old scars. She wouldn’t add any scars to his vast collection today. Only cuts, welts and bruises—all injuries that would heal quickly. If he wanted scars, he’d have to pay extra and make an appointment.
“I do know you…but not well enough. I think I want to get to know you better today. Let’s go into my office. Come along.”
She gave the rope another yank and led him into the second room of her suite. The front room was the bedroom, which she rarely used with clients. Sexual favors were granted for female clients and lovers only—not male clients. But the second room, the dungeon, housed all her toys including her most favorite toy of all.
“Do you know anything about the story of St. Andrew?” she asked as she dragged him by the lead to the ten-foot-tall, X-shaped St. Andrew’s Cross at the back of the room.
“I’m vaguely familiar with him.”
She removed the lead and tossed it aside.
“Up,” she ordered and he stepped in front of the cross. “Arms.”
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Tiffany Reisz
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: HarperCollins
Дата публикации: 16.04.2024
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О книге: Welcome to the private files of Nora Sutherlin, The Mistress. Kingsley Edge, owner of the 8th Circle BDSM club, has ordered her to compose client profiles so the other Dominatrixes in his employ can learn from her expert erotic encounters. She’s the best Dominatrix at the club and her clients always leave satisfied… #4 The special client who’s secretly a Switch like Nora, both dominant and submissive, and only comes to her when he wants pain. Explore more of Nora’s erotic world.There are 4 more Mistress Files to uncover before The Mistress – book 4 in The Original Sinners series, out on 31st July 2013.‘Dazzling, devastating and sinfully erotic’ – Author Miranda Baker ‘Stunning. One of the best novels I have ever read. I am simply in awe and feeling richer for the experience.’ – Good Reads Reviewer on The Siren ‘This book made me feel everything.’ – Author Courtney Milan on The Siren