Page 129 of The Dommes

“Stand up. You need to be taught a lesson so you don’t flirt with someone else’s partner.”

I’ve never seen this side of Kathleen before. Not like this.

It’s hot. The way she’s acting possessive over me. Acting like she’ll kick this girl’s ass for even looking at me. You know, June’s plan all along. Flirt with me. Get punished.

She knew how to awaken the Domme in Kathleen. For that, she’ll be getting a generous tip. We’ll see what more she can earn tonight.

“What are these rags you’re wearing?” Kathleen pulls on the flimsy straps of June’s dress. Everyone here is paid well enough to buy designer outfits, and I even recognize the make of this black dress. Yet if you believe Kathleen, June is dressed like a pauper. “Take them off.”

We wait while June unzips the back of her dress and lets it pool at her feet. She’s wearing lacy black underwear beneath. Probably a staple around here. For good reason. She’s stunning in it, her pale skin contrasting exquisitely with the dark bra and underwear set.

“Over here.”

Kathleen hauls our feminine sub to the end of the bed and leaves her standing there while searching for the drawer of goodies every one of these rooms has. You can’t see them right away, and in this room all the BDSM tools for the client are tucked in a black chest near the bed.

Straps. Handcuffs. Implements of mild torture. Enough balms and lotions to soothe any ragged ass.

June grins at her treasure of goodies. I do love a switch at these places. Especially if that switch has a touchy personality but knows how to take a good spanking.

Ideally, I think that’s what I want to do to Katie.

I don’t have much time to think about that. My scotch is half gone and the lady who would get me another one is tied to a hook in her own ceiling.

Kathleen has to slip off her shoes and climb onto the bed to string up June. The black silk binds loop through an elastic hook and are tied snugly around each wrist. Black lace hugs the round flesh of June’s lovely ass. An ass I’m given a greater view of when Kathleen hops off the bed, rummages through the chest, and pulls out a spreader bar.

Those long legs part. I’m the most arrogant asshole in the world as I sip my scotch and watch a woman’s supple flesh jiggle with every slight twist of her hips.

It’s about to get better. Kathleen just pulled out a leather paddle.

A rush of blood consumes me. How can it not? I’ve never seen Kathleen like this before. I know this is how she naturally is, but I’ve spent so long now trying to deconstruct it so I can reconstruct her that there’s never been a chance to see Kathleen Allen, Domme, in action.

She says she hasn’t properly Topped a woman in months. You’d never guess from the way she teases the small of June’s back with the end of the paddle.

“I want to hear you admit it, pet,” Kathleen says with a sickeningly scrawling snarl. “Admit that you were going to fuck what’s mine.”

“What’s mine.” She means me. A Domme’s jealousy… it’s both dangerous and hot.

“I was, Mistress,” June says, loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the room. “I was going to fuck them.”

Doesn’t matter if she was or not. The point is to make June admit she needs to be punished. Something all three of us want.

“Were you?” Kathleen caresses June’s face, pulling her long hair out of the way by casting it over a bare shoulder. “What were you going to do? Put your tongue between their legs? Swallow their soul? Climb in their lap and fuck them?” The paddle taps June’s ass. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her whole body deliciously shiver.

Hello there, my id, you’re quite excited, aren’t you? The touch of my alternate pronouns is what makes this extra thrilling. I’m used to, even placated by, Katie’s use of my traditional female pronouns I’ve carried with me since birth. But, sometimes, when we’re in front of others, she defaults to gender neutral as if it’s nothing. I usually don’t think about it. Now, though? Damn, it’s hot! Go on, Katie. Be the biggest, fiercest femme in this room. I’m as attracted to that as I am the other womanly figure in a matching set of black underwear, her generous curves contrasting nicely with your narrower figure.

“Or were you going to bend over this bed and let them pummel this pretty pussy of yours, your screams begging them to turn you into the dirtiest slut this house has ever seen?”

Oh, Katie, you project too much!

“That one, Mistress. I wanted them to fuck me until I passed out.”

You know, I’m imagining this. Me, June, that big bed while Kathleen watches. I can’t help but wonder if she would actually get off on something like that – watching me fuck another woman, that is. I can’t believe it. She’s too jealous right now, and all June did was touch my thigh and imply she wanted me to dominate her. I didn’t say I would. I wasn’t going to, because I want to see Katie dole our justified punishment. I yearn to see her work.

In the club, I love to sit and watch a feminine sub put on a show like this. Doesn’t matter the gender of the Top giving it to her. Tonight? I’m so enthralled by Katie’s liquid movements that I almost miss the pinking of June’s ass when the paddle lands on the left cheek. A yelp echoes in the room. The silk binds twist in the air as June pulls against them.

Blood goes straight to my heart. Just like blood is going straight to June’s flesh, making it so red with every smack of the paddle.

Kathleen pays careful attention to the whole area. She strikes both cheeks, the back of June’s thighs, and even part of her calves, although not as hard. She’s sure to spread the love all over, which doubles as a protection to places already struck. It’s the same way I spanked her the other night. Not that I doubt for a second that Kathleen already knows how to do this.

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