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xenosulric · 4 years

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Jessica had been a dominatrix for about 4 years now, she'd picked it up to make ends meet, and though she'd never admit it, as a slight rebellion against her obscenely conservative and Christian parents. Sex was not and never would be a discussion to be had, she hadn't even had a full grasp on the concept until she discovered the wonderful world of porn at 16. Once she had gotten out she discovered 2 things about herself. She fucking hated men, and she fucking loved taking that hatred out on them.

So being a dominatrix came naturally, focus her inner hatred of all things masculine, and punish those foolish enough to ask for it. Truthfully it had been fairly profitable for her, and she could have easily gotten by with it being her full time job. But to keep up appearances and assure her mother wouldn't ask to many complicated questions, she'd maintained another job for the same duration of time. But this is where her passion lied, and if her parents had the good courtesy to die soon she would make the switch immediately. They had a one two punch that made sure she had to keep her preferred pastime a closely guarded secret. A sizable inheritance that they loved to dangle over her head, and serious pull in the city. If they decided she didn't work, not only would she lose her (admittedly less interesting) job, she'd never have one again. Anywhere. So privacy was of the utmost importance, they had shown time and again that if they caught her stepping out of line, they wouldn't hesitate to burn her life to the ground, and for good measure bury the ashes.

That's why she never worked at clubs or any real organized body. She didn't want to find out that someone had a camera on them and was less private than she was. So she always made it incredibly clear to her clients, no phones, no cameras, no videos, no audio, no trace. When she walked out the door, no one would know she was there.

She was taking the train to a new client as she considered these things to herself. New clients always made her more aware than usual of the precariousness of her position. She'd done decent background on her new client, white, 24, private (always a plus), well off enough to afford her rather demanding fees, and timid if his private messages were any indication. So she walked into the pre booked hotel room fairly confident.

She had worn a long overcoat to hide her fetish clothing from prying public eyes. A ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes and project the image of composition. And her ever present smug grin, she expected to walk in and absolutely demolish the man. He had a safeword of course, but she had found that if you start strong, they usually become to cowardly to use it. Especially if it's your first meeting, they want to see her again, and backing down may ruin that chance.

She looked at the closed door and prepared herself, he was weak, he was stupid, he was worthless, he was a man. Confidence built she lifted her chin and opened the door.

It was as per usual, a fairly nondescript room, it was clear he hadn't touched it since he walked in as the bed still looked freshly made. Him sitting on a chair beside it, clearly waiting for her.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh fucking shit.

It was Jake fucking Castle. He was a somewhat big time tech guy, she had no idea what he made (and suspected he didn't either) but that didn't matter, what did is that she knew him, or more relevant, he knew her father. She thought she did a background check. Clearly he had managed to fake it well enough to make her believe she was walking into a predictable client.

"Jessica! How good to see you, late I see, but I imagine you always do that to make the guy nervous right? Remove a little power right off the bat to set the tone."

"Fuck off Jake, how did you find out? Why am I here?"

"I imagine speaking so aggressively is to serve the same purpose, but let's just cut that part out ok? But, to answer your questions, I heard from a guy who heard from a guy, that someone who looks remarkably like the soft spoken daughter of my future business partner was moonlighting as a wannabe dominatrix. Now granted you're a fairly generic white girl, with admittedly fantastic tits, but it got me curious. And I just had to know. And as for the why, well."

He pointed up to the top right corner of the room, where what looked like a high end security camera stared at her, red light blinking.

"Now I'm not even allowed to swear in front of your father, I was briefed beforehand that such language would kill any deal. So I have to wonder what his stance is on prostitution, sorry, I mean sex work."

"Listen Jake, you've had your fun, scare the bitchy hot girl, let's just go our separate ways and forget about it."

"Tempting I admit, but I have a counter offer. I take this tape to dear daddy, and meet up with you in six months when you're in front of the grocery store begging for change?"

"Fuck you"

"Be aggressive with me again and you'll regret it cunt, first and only warning."

She took a step back. She hated the word cunt, it was so cruel and demeaning. He was the one who should be ashamed of his gender. She took the message though and breathed deeply before speaking again.

"I'm sorry Jake. You're right, I haven't been super nice to you in the past. And I apologize for that, please, please don't show that to anyone. It would destroy me, I'm just trying to get by."

"Better, for now at least. How's this for a plan cunt?" She visibly winced again. "Ah, not a fan of that word? I'll keep that in mind whore. How's this? You're mine now. You know as well as I do that I could have caught you with a lot less and had enough to ruin you, so you are now mine. Quit your shitty office job, join my company as a... we'll say consultant. And this tape can be a secret forever."

She was surprised to say the least, a job? Why? To what end? Outside of her extra curricular skills she wasn't exactly an in demand talent.

"Ah, I can see the confusion on your stupid little face. Let me be more clear." He stood up with a menace she had never seen on him, or any man for that matter. "When I say you're mine." Another step forward "I mean everything about you." Another "the consultant title is just vague enough your family will believe I'm trying to appeal to them by giving you a cushy job. When the truth of it is." Another step. "This will be a rather, demanding position.

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