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105 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2013


When someone paid for her best she did her worst




SEX IN A RELATIONSHIP IS A PARTNERSHIP


"I'm here because I want this.
I'm here because I need this."

"Jesus H. Christ, Kingsley. Stop reading over my shoulder. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection."

"The Mistress loved awkward silences. She'd create them on purpose sometimes just to see who would break them first."

"One a scale of one to ten, what was that?"
"Onze."
"Onze? I hurt you all the way to eleven? I'm pretty damn proud of myself now, I have to say."
"That little stunt you pulled just now? That's why normal kinky people don't trust us."
"I like us. You don't?"
"No, I don't like us. I fucking love us..."


Jesus H. Christ, Kingsley. Stop reading over my shoulder. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection.

“I’m here because I want this.
I’m here because I need this.”




“Onze? I hurt you all the way to eleven? I’m pretty damn proud of myself right now, I have to say.”



Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection.LOL
"He owned me with that thrust.”
“Turn that white girl red,”
Now...welcome to my Wonderland.”
"Tell her you love her and that she’s your prized possession. Tell her that a lot. Every day even...”
The Mistress said and heard those words ringing in her ears.
The clients came from everywhere. They were everyone. And every last one of them told them a different reason for coming to the Underground.


"Is it hard being a Dominatrix?"
"More wet than hard."
"I'm holding a squeaky toy duck in a dungeon while two women fuck me and a Dominatrix supervises..." Dante said as he stared at the ducky in his hand. "This is not how I imagined my day ending."
"Really?" The Mistress asked. "It's exactly how I imagined my day ending. Carry on."

“I like him. Is he really that bad?”
“Terrible. It’s impossible to get any work done with him around talking French at you and being all suave and seductive. Sometimes I fuck him just to shut him up.”
“You know our Kingsley lost his virginity at thirteen—tops. Older girl. That wicked Frenchman was a lady-killer from birth. He tells the story of his first time and he gets congratulated like he won the fucking lottery.”
His only answer was to laugh, and the laugh was all she needed to hear. A low throaty masculine insinuating thigh-melting, knee-shivering, panties-suddenly-disappear-and-end-up-hanging-off-the-bedpost sort of laugh.
Jesus H. Christ, Kingsley. Stop reading over my shoulder. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection.
Kingsley...what are you doing? Stop biting me. I’m still typing here. I’m typing all of this. I want your biting me in the permanent record.
Could someone tell Kingsley to please stop biting me? Fine. I’ll do it myself.
And now you’re taking your clothes off.
I love this damn job.
“That’s why normal kinky people don’t like us.”
“I like us,” he said, turning over again, and resting on his elbows. “You don’t?”
“No, I don’t like us.” She grabbed him by the back of the neck and gave him a bruising kiss and a skin-breaking bite to his bottom lip. “I fucking love us...boss.”



The fetishist, the freak, the fearful...I love them all. I'm one of them so I know how they feel, I know what they need and I want nothing more than to give it to them.

The Mistress took a risk with every client. The bigger the risk the bigger the payday, and she did love payday.
"I just noticed that you still have your clothes on, and I'm fairly certain I gave you an order." The Mistress paused and tapped her temple. "Yes, I've reviewed the tapes. It was an order."
“I know my way around a vagina.”




“No laughing allowed. Just moaning, groaning and maybe gasping.”

Q: How did she become a Dominatrix?
A: Created by God. Trained by Kingsley.
Q: Is it hard being a Dominatrix?
A: More wet than hard.
Q: What’s the craziest thing you’ve done as a Dominatrix?
A: I can’t answer that without an attorney present.
“I might have just had an orgasm.”





“Jesus H. Christ, Kingsley. Stop reading over my shoulder. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection.”
“The stronger the PC muscles, the stronger the orgasms. I do Kegels all the time.”
“Do they work?” Chris asked.
“I could crack a walnut.”
“There’s no shame in being vanilla. Some of my best friends are vanilla.”
“Really?” he says with some hope.
“Nope.”
“How did she become a dominatrix?”
“Created by God. Trained by Kingsley.”