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  ‘Have you lost weight?’ she enquired.

  ‘I’ve got a personal trainer, Mistress. He comes to my office five times a week.’

  ‘Well, I’m glad to see you’re getting your money’s worth out of him!’

  ‘Yes, Mistress.’

  As she danced her fingers across his chest she paused to squeeze his nipples. He flinched and began to breathe more rapidly. Then Sapphire dug her nails in. I looked down at his cock. Hard already.

  ‘Hard already, I see,’ I said, witheringly. ‘Disappointing.’

  Sapphire’s eyes widened in approval and she bit her bottom lip excitedly. James looked at me too. God, he really was a handsome older man, wasn’t he. My own breath caught in my throat a little. I concealed this with a brusque ‘Aherm!’

  ‘Sorry, Mistress,’ James breathed, in my direction this time.

  Over the past few weeks I had noticed that there was a direct correlation between how handsome the clients were and how intimate Sapphire was with them. Now, I was beginning to understand why. Engaging with him like this was exciting me.

  ‘Well, let’s see what we can do about that hard-on, shall we?’ Sapphire smirked. ‘Otherwise Mistress Jade will be forced to give her devastating opinion on it.’

  I spoke again. ‘And it will be highly, shall we say . . .’ I paused, searching for the right word. ‘Belittling,’ I pronounced finally. James stared at me silently. His blue eyes were wide in alarm, and full of longing.

  Sapphire went over to the desk and brought forward a straight-backed armless office chair. She sat on the chair, making sure to slide her skirt up to reveal her stocking tops, then patted her slim, silky thighs.

  ‘Over you get.’

  James shuffled over and lay across her knee, his hand hanging. ‘I want you to count out loud as I spank you. And don’t forget your manners. Mistress Jade, pay close attention to how this . . . object,’ she paused for effect, ‘reacts to his treatment and feel free to voice any concerns you have either about his physique or his level of arousal.’

  Over the course of fifteen minutes or so, I watched Sapphire warm up James’s bottom with soft, well-paced and then harder, more frantic smacks.

  James counted Sapphire’s strokes out loud and said, ‘Thank you, Mistress’ after each set of ten. Sapphire smoothed her hands over his finely shaped bottom, occasionally digging her red nails into his white flesh and after each set I would offer an observation, on the tensing of his shoulders, the shape of his biceps or the sight of his ever-straining cock, sometimes complimenting him on his physique, but mainly observing what little control he had over himself. Remembering what Sapphire had said about disassembling him, my aim was to reduce him to a hub of attractive but essentially useless body parts. If he flinched as Sapphire went to strike him, I teased him for being a sissy. If he moaned with arousal, I chastised him for indulging his feeble male desire. Basically whatever was wrong with James, I was there to vocalise.

  Once Sapphire had given him a final rapid hand-spanking and made him go and examine his flushed, pink cheeks in the mirror – ‘Oh my, don’t you colour up well for a man!’ – she tied him to the X-cross. It was already mounted with wrist and ankle cuffs and as she yanked each of his limbs into place, she pressed her body against each one in turn, to ensure he couldn’t get away, looking up at his face as she did so, taunting him sensually. James was silent but there was an incriminating patch of damp on the crotch of his briefs.

  ‘Still got that indulgent erection, I see,’ I ventured. ‘Mistress Sapphire troubles herself to give you a thorough corrective spanking, and that’s how you repay her? Such a rude, vain, undeserving little man.’

  Sapphire looked back at me, where I was reclining on the throne. ‘Mistress Jade, I don’t suppose you’d like to come and get a closer look at this pathetic specimen, would you.’ She trailed one finger over the swell of his cock and looked up into his face. James remained silent but shuddered, involuntarily closing his eyes.

  I hesitated for a moment. Sapphire noticed my reluctance, and reassured me, in keeping with the role play. ‘I wouldn’t suggest that you deign to touch him.’

  James opened his eyes and looked at me. Was he really a very notable entrepreneur? There was something distinctly aristocratic about him. His movements, even while he was shackled to a cross in his underwear, were so poised, so gracious. I did want to get a better look at him. ‘Oh my, and Mistress Jade, he smells so good. Is that Kenzo Pour Homme you’re wearing?’ she asked him.

  Christos’s fragrance. My heart turned over, but this was no time to lose concentration. I got up out of my throne, dropping my skirt as I did so, and sauntered over.

  ‘Now, where were we?’ teased Sapphire. ‘Oh, I know.’ She reached over to the rack of implements above the cross and selected a riding crop. ‘I think it’s perhaps time to try and beat that erection out of you.’

  James took a sharp intake of breath. I knew that didn’t mean Sapphire was actually going to beat his balls to a pulp, but he didn’t. She brought the crop down to his briefs, and slid the end of it up under the fabric of his left leg, until it was stretching out his waistband. Lunging her body towards him, she peered down into his briefs.

  ‘Are you proud of this?’ she asked him. Even just through the fabric I could see that his cock was sizeable, but suggesting otherwise tapped into that basic male insecurity, and humiliated him.

  ‘No,’ he replied weakly. ‘I know that I’m arrogant, that I think I’m well hung. But there’s also a voice in my head that warns me I could be wrong.’

  I was standing to the right of him now, about a foot away. If I’d reached out my arm I could have taken his erection in hand myself. But I didn’t.

  ‘Well, you clearly haven’t been listening to it, have you,’ I replied sarcastically. ‘Else Mistress Sapphire and I wouldn’t be wasting our time re-educating you now. Maybe though,’ I went on, ‘it’s just that you’re rather deluded.’ Sapphire peered into his briefs again. ‘Able to kid yourself into thinking that you are not under women’s constant surveillance,’ I continued. Sapphire let the waistband snap back against his skin. ‘Able to forget that women don’t always like what they see when they see you.’

  ‘Yes!’ he gasped.

  Aha. We’d found his trigger.

  ‘Good at deluding yourself into thinking every beautiful, intelligent, sexually awakened woman you meet can’t help but fall for a narcissistic fool like you. Good-looking, monied, educated, suave, do-gooding . . . I bet you think you’re a walking seduction. What girl wouldn’t be impressed by a man who donates money to women in Africa? What woman wouldn’t want to suck off such a generous cock?’ I pursed my lips, punched the word ‘cock’ out into the air. I was pleased with that last sentence, with its multiple meanings, its cruel suggestiveness, its bitchy character assassination. I felt powerful, and lustful. I hoped this was what he’d wanted.

  I could see James’ pulse beating in his throat. His hard-on was raging. It was working. Sapphire held the crop like a spear. Placing it flat against his stomach, she slid it into his waistband and began to inch his briefs down with it, revealing his throbbing cock.

  ‘Do you think,’ I paused, placing my hands on my hips, and moving closer into him, fixing my eyes on his face now, ‘that we, for example, having seen what a narcissistic waste of organs you are, would ever fantasise about sliding ourselves on to THAT?’

  Sapphire let the waistband smack back onto his cock. He cried out. She simpered up into his face then yanked his briefs down to his ankles. James jumped in lustful panic, rattling the cross. He was fully exposed now and I took a good look at him. Oh my. That was a very appealing cock. I looked at Sapphire. Her eyes were gleaming. I was pretty sure she was thinking the same thing.

  ‘No,’ he whispered thickly. ‘I would never presume to know anything,’ he said apologetically. I could smell the Kenzo on him. How I loved that fragrance.

  ‘Good job,’ I said, as Sapphire swung back the crop and smac
ked his balls with it.

  I gasped involuntarily. I thought James would crumple but he didn’t. Instead, he arched back against the cross in pleasure. Sapphire smacked him a few more times. Each time, his body tensed and then sank into a luxurious spasm. No matter how much she hit him, he clearly wasn’t going to lose his erection.

  ‘Well, James,’ Sapphire announced. ‘I think it’s time for you to have your reward. Or perhaps it’s your punishment.’ I wasn’t exactly sure what Sapphire meant by that, but I presumed she was going to let him orgasm.

  She reached back over to the rack and took off a large vibrator. Or rather, a top-selling back massager from the US that had somehow become a cult sex toy, in part from being used widely in online porn videos. I’d watched her use it on clients before. It gave them rapid, shuddering orgasms.

  She slid the switch to turn the device on. It started to whirr. She brought it down to the base of James’s cock. He jerked in gratitude and started to undulate against it.

  ‘Well, aren’t you quite the little whore, thrusting yourself up against the toy like that,’ I whispered into his ear. He turned his head sharply towards me and looked up into my eyes, desperately aroused. He was panting frantically now.

  Sapphire dragged the vibrator up along the shaft of his cock, lingering over the underside of the head, before running it back down again. Every so often she would remove it completely and let James hang here, his face completely overtaken with anguish as he waited for the next stroke. Any minute now he was going to climax, I could tell. I stepped back away from him. I knew it sometimes happened accidentally, but I wasn’t ready to be ejaculated on.

  Sapphire, meanwhile, was sliding the vibrator up and down his shaft with one hand and stroking up and down along the insides of his thighs with the other. ‘What a good little slut you are, taking my tease like this,’ she murmured, clawing at him, groping for his balls.

  ‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ James cried. Just as he was on the brink of climax, Sapphire released her hand from his balls, then yanked the vibrator off his cock, turning what should have been shudders of satisfaction into jerks of incredulous frustration, leaving James ejaculating into thin air.

  ‘That’ll teach you,’ she breathed fiercely into his face. ‘Your first ruined orgasm.’

  Jesus! So that was what Sapphire meant by a ruined orgasm! I’d heard her mention it several times but never figured out exactly what it was. That had been cruel. But, God. Denial was intoxicating. He hung there for a few seconds panting, coming out of the role play. Sapphire was rapidly unshackling him. Most of them wanted out of the office as soon as they’d climaxed. It broke the submissive spell and then they just felt stupid. But James didn’t seem to be in a rush to move anywhere. Finally, he lifted his head up and heaved a smile at both of us. He really was bloody handsome, I thought to myself yet again.

  ‘Gosh, ladies, that was wonderful. That was the best session I’ve had for, well, let’s just say a very long time.’ Then he looked right at me. ‘She’s quite the asset isn’t she, your eloquent assistant.’ I turned my head away so that neither Sapphire nor James could see me blush.

  ‘Nichi, you did so well today. James even gave me an extra £50 to give to you as a tip. Look, why don’t you become my permanent assistant? You’re a natural at this. You never freeze up and you never run out of things to say. And I know that you’re not afraid of touching them.’

  How did Sapphire know that? It was true that I’d been so close to reaching out for James’s cock today that I’d had to dig my own nails into my hand to stop myself, but how could Sapphire have figured that? Maybe she hadn’t. Maybe this was just her way of trying to persuade me to join her in the ranks of London’s professional Mistresses.

  ‘I can train you up to become a proper domme. And then, when you feel ready, you can take on some of your own clients. Think of how much money you could make. You could just work a couple of times a week and fund your interning. Hell, you wouldn’t even need to get a paying journalism job if you got a handful of regulars. You could write for free!’

  On the way home I considered Sapphire’s proposal properly. The financial crash wasn’t exactly going to be turning journalism’s economic fortunes around any time soon. On the site where Sapphire and I advertised we had noticed that rates for even conventional escorting were dropping – it was a myth that sex work was recession-proof. But the majority of the clients that came Sapphire’s way never quibbled on price. They were ingratiating, and they wanted to serve us.

  It never failed to amaze me that submissive men always found money for this kind of sex. They were so desperate for it. That was the part I actually found tragic. The old line ‘my wife doesn’t understand me’ took on a special resonance in the case of our clients. For the vast majority of them, this wasn’t about wanting to cheat, or to get off on being intimate with another woman, but about wanting a sexual experience they could never ask their partners for. At home, in their own bedrooms, to ask to relinquish the dominance society had foisted upon them was emasculating and would have diminished them in their wives’ and girlfriends’ eyes. Coming to Sapphire and me gave them a temporary respite from having to play the conqueror, and liberated all of us from rigid sexual convention that stipulated that men should always be on top. I had no doubt that we were actually saving marriages.

  Besides, today, I’d experienced a kind of sexual alchemy. Something I didn’t know existed had been invoked in me. I’d actually felt myself getting turned on by James, his adoring gaze and the way his tremulous, pliant body tied up on the cross for us to tease, responded to my mental manipulation. There were far worse ways to earn a temporary living.

  But if I was going to do this I needed to set myself an end date. Hadn’t Sapphire once told me she had wanted, ultimately, to get into advertising? I didn’t see her making any moves towards it. You could get stuck in sex work. You could get a little too used to the money. I didn’t want that to happen to me.

  The next morning I texted Sapphire. ‘I’m in!’

  Immediately, she called me. ‘Nichi, this is amazing! I’m so pleased! OK, well, first things first. Costume. Do you have a black pencil skirt? What about stockings? And stilettos? And a black jacket?’

  They were office basics; didn’t every woman have these in her wardrobe?

  ‘Is that all I need?’

  ‘Well, you’ve seen what I wear. They never complain! It pains me to think about all my expensive leather and latex, which I never get to show off apart from when I update my pictures. The Executive Bitch look is where it’s at. Oh, these men,’ she sighed. ‘So unimaginative!’

  ‘OK, but what do we do about telling the clients?’

  ‘Well, if they’re new ones I’ll say I offer sessions with my assistant; if they’re old ones, I’ll tell them that you’ve decided to become a vanilla-domme! How does that sound? But we can start your training straight away. Greg again, you remember him, the fully grown school boy, he’s coming tomorrow morning at eleven o’clock for OTK spanking.’

  And so my full initiation into the role of dominatrix began.

  CHAPTER 11

  Over the course of the next few weeks, Sapphire taught me everything she knew about domination. Or at least everything you could teach. It was clear that domming at its highest level was an art – the art of psychodrama and mindfuckery, far more cerebral than it was physical, and that it would take years to perfect. A good domme was part perverse sexual therapist, part human puppeteer; her ability to invoke an almost hypnotic devotion in her slave a seemingly superhuman power. But essentially, the secret to being a good domme was to be able to get into the head of your male submissive, to be able to run with his fantasy and then fly with it somewhere even he didn’t know he wanted to go.

  In the meantime, there were still practical skills to be acquired. Spanking, for starters. Greg, our eleven o’clock, was to be my guinea pig. There was a technique required of good spanking. Unless a submissive was what you called a total
pain-slut, you couldn’t just start whacking them on the backside. Erotic spanking required a combination of bodily stimulation and the build-up of suspense. The aim was to spank close enough to the genitals so as to excite the nerve endings there, and also around the anus, and to encourage your slave to slip into what is called ‘sub-space’. Depending on the client, this could be anything from a mild calming of their speech to them entering an almost meditative state.

  Some of the clients never actually entered sub-space at all – Greg was one of those – but hanging upside down over an attractive young woman’s knee, unable to get up unless she let you, while she subjected you to a few sharp swipes across the backside, usually had some kind of chastening affect.

  Greg liked to enact schoolroom scenes. Greg was as obsessed with costume as James had been nonplussed by it. Now that I was Sapphire’s assistant, this meant that I had to dress up as a prefect in a cropped white shirt, tie and a pinafore, which bulged unobligingly over my 34D breasts. Sapphire played the headmistress in a very tight black power suit, visible stocking tops and glasses perched authoritatively on the end of her nose.

  Greg worked for a shipping company and was in his mid-thirties. He had not been educated at public school, but still he turned up to ‘class’ in cut-off pinstripe trousers and a suit jacket complete with homemade school badge. Really, he just loved to lech at us in our outfits, and to be spanked and then caned repeatedly. He also liked to push his luck.

  At the beginning of the session, Sapphire informed him that she was training me up to carry out some of her spanking duties ‘since we seem to be inundated with naughty boys this term.’ Greg was the first man to ever go over my knee. As I exposed his bare bottom, I could feel his growing erection grazing my thigh. Greg was actually very attractive, with olive skin, black, slightly hooded eyes and a shaved head, which made the sensation erotic. I went to fondle him. That was the great thing about domination. If a client you found physically repulsive asked you to touch him intimately, you could simply refuse him on the basis that he didn’t deserve to be indulged. But when he was hot, you could manhandle – or should that be womanhandle him – at your own behest.