Differences 2

by Lobo De La Sombra

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Storycodes: M/f; D/s; bond; cuffs; gag; naked; task; tease; touch; sex; climax; cons; X

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Part 2

“That will be all, Bobby.”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Same time next week, Mistress?”

“Make an appointment with the receptionist. When she‘s finished with you, tell her I want to see her in my office.”

“Yes, Mistress. Good day, Mistress.”

Jewel watched as her latest client moved toward the door. To the outside world, he was Robert Sykes III, owner and CEO of a major corporation. In this room, he was simply Bobby. He was one of her oldest clients, and paid quite well for her services.

Tiredly, Jewel strode to her office, where she leaned on her desk. Moments later, Bambi, her receptionist, knocked lightly, opening the door without awaiting an answer and slipping inside.

“You wanted to see me?”

Jewel nodded, pushing herself away from her desk. “Help me off with these boots, will you? Anybody else out there?”

“Mr. Sykes was the last one for the day,” Bambi replied, dropping to her knees and tackling the lacing on one boot. “And tomorrow’s Saturday. Ready for the weekend?”

“More than you know,” Jewel replied, gazing down at the waves of chestnut hair flowing down Bambi’s back. “Did you ever get an answer on that modeling job?”

“If you’d call it an answer.” Jewel could hear the disgust in Bambi’s voice.

“More nudes?”

“Worse. This one wanted me to do facials. You know, where you get some guy to shoot all over your face, so they can get a picture of it?” Bambi shook her head. “Sometimes, I think this whole city’s gone totally sick.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Jewel replied, lifting her foot to let Bambi remove the now unlaced boot. As the other woman began working on the second boot, Jewel wiggled her newly freed toes, sighing with relief. Bambi looked up at the sound.

“Long day?”

“You have no idea.” Slowly, Jewel began stripping off her shoulder length gloves.

“Well, it’s the weekend. Maybe you should find something to help you relax for a couple days.”

“Maybe I will.”

Bambi slipped the second boot from Jewel’s foot, then rose. “It’d do you a lot of good, you know,” she pointed out.

Jewel grinned. “Maybe you could help me relax,” she said, reaching up to stroke one finger over the supple leather covering the other woman’s full breasts.

Bambi grinned. “You’re my boss, remember? Never a good idea to mix business with pleasure.” Turning, she moved toward the door, giving her ass an extra twitch with each step. At the door, she glanced back over her shoulder. “Besides,” she said, “I don’t exactly get into your kind of fun.” Still grinning, she opened the door.

“Get out of here, you tease. See you Monday.”

As the door closed, Jewel let her pent up grin surface. She knew nothing would ever happen with Bambi, but the teasing helped her relax after a session. Bambi knew that, which was the only reason she allowed it. But now the sessions were over for the week, and it was time to put her plans into motion.

Jewel sank into the chair behind her desk, opening a drawer and removing a small card from within. For a long moment, she simply gazed at the card. Slowly, she picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hello? It’s Jewel. Could I come over tomorrow? I want to talk to you some more. Would tomorrow morning around eight be ok? Great. See you then.”

* * *

“Have a seat.”

Jewel sank onto the couch, looking at the room around her. This was her second visit to this place. On her first visit, she had come in a proud, confident Dominatrix. She had left a bit less proud, and a lot less sure how much she actually knew about dominance, or about herself. Finally, she glanced at her host.

Dressed in what looked like the same outfit as last time, he sat comfortably in his chair. Calm eyes locked with hers for a second, then moved on, examining her.

“Looks like you decided to go casual today,” he remarked.

On her first visit, Jewel had come decked out in her best leather Dominatrix outfit. Now, glancing down at her simple dress, she nodded with a smile.

“I didn’t feel like fighting with those boots again,” she said. “Besides, I know you have no use for imagery. And it’s not like I’m the one in charge here, anyway.”

He smiled. “What can I do for you today, Jewel? Eight o’clock on a Saturday morning is a bit early for a social call, isn’t it?”

“Well,” she admitted, “this isn’t exactly a social call. Actually, I’m here because I need to talk to you.”

He nodded. “What’s on your mind?”

“My work,” she said. “And the things you said last time I was here. About people needing pain and punishment.”

He nodded again, letting his silence encourage her to continue.

“Yesterday,” she said slowly, “I drew blood. On three different clients. The last one I had walked out with bloody lines across his back. He couldn’t even stand to tuck his shirt in.”

“And that bothers you,” he said, drawing a nod from Jewel.

“It didn’t used to. Of course,” she confessed, “I never used to draw blood, at least not like that. And if I did, it didn’t matter. It was just part of the job, part of what I was being paid to do”.

“Now it’s different,” she continued. “Since my last visit here, I’ve found myself looking at my clients in a different way than I used to. Before, they were clients, nothing more. Now, I see the person behind the checks they keep giving me. I’ve started to wonder why they need my services. And the answers that come to my mind aren’t good ones. You were right.”

“Before, it was a job. Now, I see these people come to me, and I can’t help wondering. I humiliate them. I hurt them. And they want me to! Not only that, they’re willing to pay a lot of money for it. I look at them, and all I feel is disgust and contempt.”

Jewel laughed bitterly. “Thing is, they know it. They can feel my contempt for them. And my business is better than ever. The worse I treat them, the more they like it, and the more they’re willing to pay.”

As she spoke, Jewel had been staring at her hands. Now she looked up, locking gazes with the man in the chair. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

“I need,” she said, “to know there’s more to it than this. I need to know there’s not just pain and humiliation. I need something positive.”

“And you hoped I could help?”

She nodded. “You,” she said, “and a bucket of water.”

For a moment, he gazed at her. Then, with a smile, he said, “Ah, your last visit. You did mention putting water in the bucket, didn’t you? So today is a continuation of that last visit. Is that what you want?”

Instead of replying, Jewel rose from the chair, hands going to the straps of her dress. Slipping the straps from her shoulders, she let the dress drop to the floor, kicking it free and standing naked before him.

“Please?” she whispered.

“How’s that? Comfortable?”

Jewel glanced down at herself. As before, her wrists were cuffed in front of her, a short chain between them. A slightly longer chain connected the ankle cuffs, and the connecting chain allowed her to raise her hands only slightly above her waist. The gag was a new addition, its penis shape filling her mouth. Tugging gently at her bonds, she nodded, then jumped with a muffled yelp as he swatted her ass.

“I know you’re gagged,” he said softly. “Even so, I expect a verbal reply. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, the gag turning her words into nothing more than garbled sounds. She wasn’t sure why she’d added the “Master” part, but, even as her gag mangled the word, it somehow felt right. She was just glad he couldn’t understand exactly what she’d just said.

As he had the time before, he led her to the kitchen. This time, however, he stopped just inside the door. “You saw where I got the stuff before,” he told her. “The rest of the cleaning supplies are in the same place.” With that, he turned and left the room.

Jewel glanced around the room, then shuffled toward the closet, her ankle chains limiting her to short steps. Opening the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that everything she needed was low enough to reach. Grabbing a rag and a can, she turned back to the kitchen.

This time, she didn’t bother with the chair. Leaning against the counter, she rested the top half of her body on the cool surface, then raised her legs, swinging them until she lay flat on the counter. She drew her knees up beneath her, which gave her enough slack to push herself up onto hands and knees. Carefully, she rocked back into a kneeling position, then, grabbing the rag and can, she rose slowly to her feet.

Fortunately for her, the counter extended far enough out from under the upper cabinets that she had room to stand. Turning to face the cabinets, she carefully shook the can, then sprayed the cabinet in front of her, using the rag to wipe the surface.

Working slowly, she cleaned each cabinet, opening each door to clean inside as well. Once finished, she repeated her earlier routine, lowering herself to her knees, stretching forward until she lay on the counter, then swinging her legs to the side and slipping to her feet on the floor. Turning, she froze when she saw him standing in the door. Jewel blushed, wondering how much of her acrobatics he’d seen.

Silently, he stepped forward, examining her work. After looking at, and into each cabinet, he turned toward her.

“Not bad,” he said, reaching up and lightly tweaking her nipples. Jewel closed her eyes and moaned softly into her gag. When the touch vanished, her eyes flew open, only to see him leaving the room.

“Question is,” he tossed back over his shoulder, “what about the counter itself?”

Startled, Jewel glanced at the counter. She’d totally forgotten that part! Carefully, she worked her way back onto the counter on hands and knees, then began backing slowly, cleaning as she went. At the far end, she had to work her way off the counter, then back on, facing the other way, but she finally finished the job.

The table was next. Unwilling to kneel on top of it, she pulled a chair out slightly, then found she had to lay the upper half of her body across the table in order to get her feet onto the chair. A hard push with her hands saw her squatting on the chair. From this position, she was able to clean about a quarter of the table surface. Laboriously, she repeated the process until the entire table shone.

Her feet once more settled on the floor, Jewel looked around. She was very happy to note that there were no dishes to do. That left the floor. She put the rag and can back in the closet, taking up the bucket, sponge, and soap.

Oh no, she thought, looking at the sink. How was she going to fill the bucket? After a moment, she turned and left the kitchen, shuffling down the hall. It only took two tries to find the bathroom, and she settled with a sigh on the side of the tub, sliding the bucket under the faucet and turning the taps. With the bucket filled, she laboriously carried it back to the kitchen, then set to work.

By the time she neared the end of her cleaning job, Jewel was more than ready to stop. She’d never realized how hard it was to clean a floor on hands and knees, with a sponge. At one point, leaning awkwardly past the bucket, her hand had slipped, landing her squarely on top of the bucket. Luckily, it hadn’t spilled, but now her chest hurt, and her right breast was coated with drying soap suds. Her arms, her knees, her back, all felt the strain of spending so much time in this unfamiliar position.

I hope the reward is worth this, she thought, then smiled and shook her head. Her reward, she well knew, would be exactly what he felt she deserved. No more, and no less.

Finally, she stood in the kitchen door, admiring her handiwork. It had taken another laborious trip to the bathroom to empty and rinse the bucket, but now everything was put away, and, to her eyes, the kitchen gleamed. He couldn’t help but be pleased, she thought. And reward her well.

Feeling a soft touch on her ass, Jewel shuffled quickly aside, watching as he stepped past her. Standing just inside the door, he gazed for several moments into the room. Then, turning, he said, “Nicely done.” With that, he vanished back through the door.

Jewel was stunned. Was that it? As she stood staring at the doorway, she heard his voice from the other side.

“Are you coming? Or would you rather admire your work than receive your reward?” Jumping, Jewel shuffled as fast as she could to follow him.

“Well? Was it worth it?”

Jewel stretched luxuriously. Her fingers brushed the rope dangling from one bedpost, and she stroked it softly.

“I’m not sure,” she replied, smiling at the look on his face at her words. “I’m not completely sure I earned that much reward.”

That much, she thought, was definitely true. She’d expected him to touch her, hoped he’d do more, but she hadn’t been prepared for how much more she got. Bound securely to his bed, she didn’t know, nor did she care, how many orgasms he’d sent blasting through her before, buried deep within her, he’d achieved his own release.

Now, totally spent, she glanced toward him, a smile curving the ends of her lips. “Well,” she said, “that takes care of the physical part of the reward. So when do I start learning about the mental and emotional rewards.”

He returned her gaze. “Are you sure you want to go there?”

She nodded. “I’m beginning to realize,” she said slowly, “that I’m not very happy with my life. And I’m beginning to think Mistress Jewel is not someone I would want to serve. Or be.”

“Are you thinking about going out of business?”

She nodded again. “Not right away, though,” she said. “I’ll have to call around, find people who can take over my clients.” She shrugged. “That shouldn’t be too hard. I know of several others with places not far from mine.” She grew thoughtful. “The hardest part will be telling Bambi. She’s been with me from the start, and I’m not fond of the idea of just cutting her loose. I just wish she could get one of those modeling jobs she’s always trying for.”

“I know a couple photographers,” he said. “I could talk to them, if you’d like.”

Jewel smiled. “I’d like that very much.”

“Then that’s settled. Now, once you’ve closed down, then what?”

“You’ve taught me things about dominance I’d never dreamed of,” she told him. “And about submission. Most of all, you’ve taught me things about myself. I think I’d like to learn more.” Her voice softened. “If you’ll have me, that is.”

He looked at her silently, and she feared he would say no. Then she felt his arm slip beneath her, and she gratefully rolled against him, nestling her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she thought about the differences she had learned, differences that had changed her from a Mistress to his own little Jewel. Smiling, she wondered how she could shine for him next.


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