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Lady Emerald

I despise tardiness. I had time to pin and curl my black hair, lace up my emerald green corset, squeeze into my short leather mini and zip up my thigh high leather boots and still get here early.

“What have I told you about being late, Dog?” I say the minute he sprints in. Nothing much to look at. Typical middle-aged man looking for some excitement so he can go back to his humdrum life. He assumes the position, on his knees, eyes on the floor. Men are only good when they are on their knees and most aren’t even good at that.

“I-I-I,” he stammers.

Smack!

I swat him with my riding crop. “Spit it out!”

“I’m so sorry.” Smack!

“You’re what?” I ask leaning down. Placing my ear inches away from his mouth.

“I’m sorry Lady Emerald,” he finally gets out.

“Good boy,” I say as I straighten up and move back to the black and green embroidered chair directly in front of him. He comes to me every week seeking a release he knows only I can give.

“Take off your clothes!” I command. He frees himself of his tailored three-piece indigo suit, black socks, and shiny black shoes. Of course, he’s that type of guy. The type that has to have everything in order. Everything in its proper place. So anal his boxers have to match his suit. The type where when you tell him to take off his clothes he has to do so delicately and lay them across the table as if he was handling a carton of eggs or a newborn baby.

“Get into position!”

Dog gets on all fours in front of my chair. I place my feet on his back and lean into the chair. Very comfortable. I feel his body start to slack.

Smack!

I hit him again on the back of his thigh. He straightens his back immediately.

I run the heel of my boot along his spine. Back and forth. He lets out a low guttural moan. Good boy. He likes to be humiliated. To have no control. Hmm.

I stand up and go to my drawer of tools. I grab a spiked collar and attach a green leather leash to it.

“Time for a walk,” I say as I wrap the collar around his neck. We step outside of my room and I close the door behind me. We linger in the hallway. Hmmm, should I take him outside or maybe around the common room?

The common room is. I lead him down the hallway, walking as slow as possible. People pass, look down at him, smile at me and keep walking. The common room is filled with people coming in and out. Some on leashes. Some not. Some naked. Others full dressed in leather or lace or both.

I take a seat in the big comfortable chairs. Using him as my footrest.  I should have ball gagged him. Maybe next time. His body slacks so I smack him until he gets back into position.

Master R comes over and sits next to me. “Who is this?”

“Dog say hello,” I command.

Bark!

“Nice to meet you Dog,” says Master R.

Bark!

Smack!

I didn’t tell him to speak.

“Hmm… Well I’ll leave you to it,” says Mr. R as he leaves.

I glance at my watch. As much as I want to drag this out I have another client coming soon.  I get up and lead Dog back to my room.

“Our time is about up,” I say sitting back in my chair.

Whimper.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” I ask.

He nods his head furiously.

“Go home!” I command.

He sits up and stares at me with big puppy dog eyes. He begins to whimper.

“I told you I hate tardiness. And you will be punished. So your punishment is that I will not punish you. You get nothing from me tonight for wasting my time. So go put your clothes on and go home to your wife.”

He slowly crawls to the table, stands up and begins putting his clothes back on.

“And the next time you come here late, I will refuse you! Now get out!” I command. Dog scurries out of the room. Time for my next client.  

The Jade Dragon is now available on Amazon again.

Being a professional submissive is something Beth Anderson feels very passionate about. She finds her pleasure in satisfying the needs of her clients. She caters to their many fetishes even though she doesn’t understand some of them.

Even though she takes great pleasure in her job, it’s not an occupation she can talk about openly with the people in her life. Wanting a job she can talk about, she studies to be a private investigator. She gets her first case before she can even take her final exam.

Mistress Jade is being stalked. At least she thinks she is and when going to the police produces no results, she turns to Beth.

Before Beth can agree to take the case, Mistress Jade is found dead, in what police call a robbery gone bad.

Beth finds a bag filled with papers and a flash drive that Mistress Jade had left for her. When the contents of the bag put Beth’s life in danger, she has to investigate. With the help of a handsome detective, Beth has to solve Jade’s murder case while trying to figure out what’s on the flash drive before the people looking for it realize she knows where it is.

Here is the new cover for The Jade Dragon.

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Working on editing all three books in the Submissive Beth Mysteries series. I am also changing the book cover for each book. I haven’t been in this world in a long time and I missed it. A lot. It feels good to be back in Beth’s head. I can’t wait to write more.

I prefer being a submissive because I think it is true to my real self. Being a submissive is less about being weak and more about giving someone else the power. It’s a fetish just like being dominant is a fetish or humiliation is a fetish. My submission isn’t about the other person, it’s about me. I find pleasure in submitting to another person. I like the idea of it and I like not having to make any decisions, even if it’s just for a short period of time. I just do as I am told. I spend so much time stuck in my head but when I am a submissive, I get to check out for a second. It’s not about what I want or what I need. It’s about the other person and how I can serve them.

Contrary to popular opinion BDSM isn’t all about kinky sex nor is it about being in an abusive relationship. What I learned while working at the club is for a BDSM relationship to work it must be mutually beneficial. You need one sadist and one masochist or one dominant and one submissive. That is the only way it works. If you have a dominant trying to exert their control over someone who is not a submissive and doesn’t like it, that is not a BDSM relationship. Some of the fetishes don’t involve sex. Like humiliation. A person wanting to be humiliated is not about sex. It’s the act of humiliation that gives them pleasure. There’s only sex if both parties agree to it before, during or after the session.

Chapter 1

Client X

Client X loves it when I beg him to spank me harder. He comes in once, sometimes twice a week to take out his frustrations on my body. I suspect he has mommy issues, but we never do much talking, so I can’t confirm my theory. It’s the same thing every time. He spanks me as hard as he can until the safe word escapes my lips. He says I am his favorite because, for some reason, I have a high tolerance for pain.

He moves me to the spanking horse that he has in the middle of the room. He restrains my feet and my hands, so I am bound with my ass in the air. Which is how he likes it. My room has a vast tool collection that he keeps behind me, making each transition a surprise. X starts with his hand. Slowly and lightly stroking it up and down my leg before giving my ass a hard smack. He does this with each cheek, hitting me a little harder each time. Then he gets quiet. Because the tools are behind me, they add to the suspense of what he’s going to hit me with next.

Then I feel something thin nipping at my legs. I think it is the riding crop. First, he uses it lightly. Nipping at each leg before taking the crop and stroking my spine. Just as I start to relax, smack! He hits my left cheek. Harder than the last time. He strokes my spine and my legs with it. Smack! On my right cheek. He does this a few more times, waiting until I relax a bit before hitting me again.

He gets quiet.

I take this time to look around the room. The club consists of many dungeons, but this one is mine and I keep it different from the others. I keep all the tools and furniture close to the wall so when you walk in what you see is an empty room. It makes it easier for the client to imagine what they can do with the space. The walls are blood red and the furniture is all black. To me, it adds an air of mystery. The clients like it. I think being in a dark room makes it easier for them to let go of their inhibitions.

X is rustling around with the tools behind me and then it gets quiet. I brace myself for the next hit.

SMACK!

This is the hardest he has hit me all day. It is a wooden paddle. It hurts, but not bad enough to say anything. The stinging sensation subsides, and I am ready for more. X is the silent type who rarely says much of anything before, during, or after our sessions. He is one of my favorites, he just tells me what position he wants me in and that’s it. He hits me with the paddle full on no slow stroking or waiting a few seconds between hits. Each hit is harder than the last. I grit my teeth and hold on to my restraints to stop from screaming. With X, the only time it’s okay to scream is when I have had enough. And it’s only okay to speak if I’m begging for more.

I think he just likes hitting something and knows that it can’t be his wife. He finally stops and I hear him set the paddle on the table. Ass throbbing, legs shaking but without the safe word, the session continues. I wait for what he comes up with next.

Just as the shakes subside, I hear something cracking through the air. I scream. It’s the whip. Two more hits and I can’t stand it.

“Apple” I whimper.

He stops. X releases my restraints and I stand up, my matronly skirt falling back below my knees. An outfit he requested. Definite mommy issues. X refuses to look me in the eye.

“It’s okay. We got further this time. Maybe next time we can have more time with the whip, “I say knowing I’m lying.

He smiles at me and nods. I walk him to the door, and he grabs his jacket from the sofa. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a white envelope. He hands it to me with a wink before leaving. When I close the door all I can do is lean over the arm of the sofa because sitting down is not an option. My ass aches so much all I can do is thank God this is my last session until Monday. In the envelope, is a hefty tip, the other reason I like X. As the throbbing in my ass continues someone knocks at my door.

“Hold on!” I say while I try to lift myself off the arm of the sofa. I open the door. It is Mistress Jade. Mistress Jade is a dominatrix.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure,” I say as I move aside to let her in. She sits on the sofa and I lean against the wall. Her black thigh high boots with jade colored lace on the sides match her jade dragon necklace.

“The whip is something else,” I say with a shrug. She smiles.

“Some of the girls say you are trying to get you P.I. license?”

“Um, yeah, I’m almost done.”

“Are you going to leave when you do?” she asks.

“I’m not sure. Haven’t decided yet. Why?” I reply.

“I wouldn’t bother you with this, but I’ve gone to the police and they don’t believe me.”

Oh shit!

“Lately I have had this feeling that someone is following me,” she says staring at her boots.

“What do you mean?” I ask

“Well, when I go out I feel eyes on me. Watching me. And a couple of times I’ve come home and my door is open, but nothing is missing. I’ve gotten mail from someone saying I’m watching you. I get texts saying how beautiful I look in my dress from an unknown number.”

“And you said all this to the police?” I ask.

“Yes, but there aren’t any fingerprints and when they asked me what work I do—” she stops.

“You tell them you work at a strip club and they stop listening?”

She looks up at me. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah. Can you help?”

“I’m not sure I don’t have my license yet so there is not a lot I can do.”

“I’ll pay you. I just need to know who is doing this.”

The pained look in her eyes tugs on my heartstrings. I am almost done. I need to take my final test to get my license, but I’m not sure I should be doing this. She’s not a friend, but she is friendly and has never done or said a mean word to me.

“I’ll think about it and get back to you. Meanwhile, what detective did you talk to at the police department? And gather everything this person has sent you and put it in a bag. Bring it with you Monday. Just in case.”

“I will be here tomorrow and I’ll just put it in your room and I talked to a Detective Mars. Thank you, if you take it of course.”

Jade gets up and leaves. I feel sorry for her. But I don’t have my license so can I take her case? I don’t see why not; it’s just finding someone. It shouldn’t be too dangerous. Then again somebody is stalking her, and it could be. But I just need to find the person and she can hand over my findings to the cops and they can take it from there. I pull my body away from the wall and change my clothes into jeans and a simple tank. I gather my belongings and close for the night. I leave my door unlocked for Jade tomorrow and go on my merry way. So happy to be going home.