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by Greg Cline
Jessica is just out of college, and quickly discovering how to manipulate men to satisfy her particular desires, mostly sexual and, often, somewhat sadistic. Nothing compares with the joy of having a man under her control, particularly if he is in need of punishment or if Jessica can think of any excuse, however tenuous, to punish him.
Jessica is just beginning to learn how to dominate, mainly by trial and error. Her friend Kate has given her advice about men in the past, but Kate is away on an extended holiday in Australia. Faced with the decision of whether to continue her education or to take a break, Jessica decides a gap year is a good idea. Visiting Australia while Kate is there seems attractive, and working in a vineyard for a while would be ideal, but the vineyard owner has desires of his own and Jessica needs to use all her skills to keep him in his place.
Published: 5 / 2012
No. words: 57500
Jessica walked boldly into the adult store with Mark following behind her like an obedient puppy. The woman behind the counter smiled at Jessica. She was late thirties with bleach blond hair and a hard-edged look to her face. Probably used to be a prostitute, Jessica thought as she smiled back at her.
“He wants to buy some handcuffs,” Jessica said to the woman. Mark’s face began to color.
“Oh does he?” the woman laughed. “They are on the rack over there.” Jessica waked to the rack, selected a pair of cuffs, and walked back to the counter.
“Turn around, hands behind your back. I want to test them.”
When Mark complied, she snapped the cuffs closed on his wrists. “Excellent!” she exclaimed. “They will work very well.” The woman behind the counter watched the proceeding with an amused smile.
“They are very popular,” she said. “And he seems to like them a lot,” she added, nodding at his crotch.
“Oh my, you are impossible, Mark,” Jessica said, looking at the slight bulge in the front of his jeans. “Do you know,” she said to the woman, who gave her a conspiratorial look, “Not one hour ago I had to send him to the bathroom to toss himself off because he had an embarrassing erection in the coffee shop.” The woman laughed, enjoying the game.
“He seems to love you humiliating him.” She laughed again, indicating Mark’s crotch with a nod of her head. Jessica followed the woman’s gaze and noted that Mark was now straining at his zipper. Humiliation, she thought, is that what it is? She had always enjoyed shocking people, embarrassing them with her antics. She quite often did it without thinking. Although lately, with members of the opposite sex, it was a deliberate teasing game she had learned to love to play, an archive of fantasy situations ready to be drawn upon when she was alone, and could let her hand drift down, slowly, feather like across her flat belly, under the elastic of her panties and so to the squelchy hot wetness of her pussy. Humiliation, yes, I suppose it is, she thought, but, fuck, it is hot. Hot, hot, hot.
She looked at the woman who looked directly back at her, raising her eyebrows as if daring her to do something. Jessica raised her eyebrows in reply and looked sideways at Marks crotch. The woman looked briefly towards the store door, then turned back to look at Jessica and gave her a slight imperceptible nod. Jessica yanked Mark’s zipper down, dragged his underpants down under his balls and pulled his hard cock out into the open.
“See? Impossible! Hard as a rock again. Whatever are we going to do with you?” she said. Mark was mortified. He looked wildly about to see if anyone would come in, but no one did.
“I can show you how to deal with that, if you like,” the woman said moving around from behind the counter, her eyes glued to Marks exposed cock.
“Oh can you? That’s so kind. Thank you,” Jessica said with exaggerated politeness, loving the game. Fuck, this was hot. She felt she could probably come standing where she was by just squeezing her thighs together.
“Come with me.” The woman confidently grabbed Mark by his erect cock and dragged him into an aisle between the racks. Jessica followed her, heart pounding. She was not sure what was going on here but it was exciting.
The woman took a small whip off one of the racks, and, letting go of Mark’s hot cock with a dismissive flick, she began to slash his cock with it. Hard and fast. Mark cried out in surprise and pain. He did not hear Jessica’s sharp intake of breath and her little whimper as she thrust both her hands between her legs. She bent forward slightly and squeezed her thighs together with all her might. She trembled violently, and then took a shuddering deep breath. Oh fuck, she had just come in a shop! Oh fuck, that was amazing. She could hear Mark’s protests as the woman continued to whip his cock. She moved to a better position to watch proceedings, and looked on, fascinated, as his cock began to soften.
“There, I think that will do it,” the woman announced.
“Yes, quite reduced. Enough to walk out into the street again,” Jessica mused, her hand held to her chin theatrically. She moved forward, stuffed Mark’s now limp cock back in his underpants and yanked up his zipper, and then she brought her knee up sharply and the air rushed from his lungs as her knee crashed painfully into his balls.
“Just to make doubly sure,” Jessica joked with the woman.
“Oh well done, girl,” the woman cried, giving Jessica a high five. She put the whip back on the rack and grabbed Mark by the hair, yanking him upright.
“Stand up, and don’t make such a fuss about a little knee in the balls, boy!” she hissed at him. “What do you say?” she added.
“What?” he croaked bewildered.
“Ought you not thank your Mistress for having your disgusting behavior corrected? Non permissible erections in a public place cannot be tolerated.” Jessica listened intently to this incredible conversation.
“I…” Mark stuttered, and the woman slapped his face hard.
“Thank her!” the woman insisted.
“Thank you, Miss Jap,” Mark mumbled, stunned.
“That is better,” the woman said. “You need to insist on the formalities,” the woman said to Jessica in a knowing tone.
Marks cock burned with the sting of the lash long after he had been freed from his cuffs and they had left the store. Then, the whipping became self-defeating as the stinging sensation turned to heat. Mark had never had his cock whipped before. At the time it had hurt like mad, but now that hurt had turned to heat and the heat had made him hard, so hard that it hurt and that only made him harder. Is this what they mean by a catch twenty-two? They had to sit on a wall outside the hotel for five minutes while Mark composed himself. Then he went into the lobby to book a room. Shortly after, he came back and gave Jessica the room number and the second key.
“Go take a shower and wait for me, and Mark: naked, I think,” Jessica told him.
Jessica sat on the wall and thought. The amazing woman in the sex shop had called her Mark’s mistress. Wasn’t a mistress a kept woman of a married man? How would the woman think that she was kept by Mark, or, in fact, that Mark was married. He wore no ring. Or did she mean mistress as in a dog’s mistress? Yes, that was it. She was his mistress and he was like her pet. She could tell him what to do and he would do it.
Wow, what a thing. She wondered how outrageous she could be. What would he do for her? How far would he go? Were all older men like this, or just some? Fuck! Where was Kate when you needed her? At the other end of an email, I guess. She would see her next week anyhow, but she could not wait that long. Jessica was quite impatient, and when she wanted to know something, she wanted to know it now. She would go and see the woman in the shop, she decided, and ask her some questions.
