Supply and Demand

By Orestes

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   It was all about supply and demand. That was the 
reason I quit my too-comfortable-to-ever-leave job 
after investing five years into it.
 
   I worked as a concierge in an upscale hotel. Most 
girls would cream themselves for a job like this one. 
It was respectable. I wore nice clothes. I drove a 
beautiful car, provided by the hotel of course. My life 
was basically one big shopping trip, and my only major 
job requirements were to look pretty for the guests, 
and to be able to find cocaine on short notice. It 
couldn't be easier.

   That was the whole problem. There were dozens of 
girls who would have taken my job in a heartbeat, and 
the management of the hotel never let me forget it.

   Need some time off ? Maybe after this coming trade 
convention.

   You want a raise ? Forget it. Instead, here's a free 
pass to a local fitness club. Keep your ass cute for 
the guests, Brenda.

   Maybe I should have counted my blessings. I could 
begin my day with a complimentary massage, and then 
take a dip in the pool if I wanted. I could take my 
time in front of the mirror, co-ordinating outfits that 
were bought on the hotel credit card. I could apply 
make-up meticulously, making myself into the picture of 
style and class.

   But, I still wore a cell phone leash that kept me 
tethered to the penthouse suite of the hotel. In the 
end, I was just a pretty errand girl, and I was still 
just picking up dry-cleaning for a living.

   Don't get me wrong. I was damned good at it. 
Whatever I do, I take pride in my professionalism. I 
would make sure that our guests got tables at the best 
restaurants, that they got the impossible seats at the 
hockey game, and that their wives were occupied at the 
spa while they entertained their mistresses.

   As good as I was, that didn't change the economics 
of the situation. There was an excess supply of people 
who were willing to do my job, and there was a new crop 
of them every year coming out of the hospitality 
programs of the local colleges. That put me at the 
mercy of the free market, and there was nothing I could 
do about it. 

   Supply and demand. The 'invisible hand' was always 
ready to smack me up side the head.

   The answer was nearby the whole time. For years, I 
had been procuring prostitutes for my guests. 
Sometimes, I had even considered the economics of their 
job for myself. The demand was almost limitless. The 
supply was limited by the natural aversion of young 
women to becoming whores. 

   Some of these girls were making my weekly income in 
an evening. 

   But the fact is, they were still whores. No matter 
how much money they came home with, they were still 
just meaningless little playthings for these 
influential men. They still had to take it in the ass 
like a good little girl, and then suck the guy clean.

   So I didn't think it much of an option. There were 
just too many risks.

   Then came a little plot twist in my life. You see, 
these guys had varying tastes. Some wanted exotic 
flavour, like a Pakistani girl, or perhaps a mock 
Geisha. Some of these guys wanted a young thing off the 
streets, and I would do the cruising in the hotel car. 
And when they asked for a bondage session, I called in 
Corrine.

   Lady Corrine, actually. Or mistress. Or whatever 
other fucking silly name she had these guys saying. 

   When she called me in that time, I was just a prop, 
really. 

   Dr. Oliver was the head of a pharmaceutical company 
that had just gone public. His personal net worth had 
been instantly catapulted into the hundreds of millions 
of dollars. He could definitely afford the price tag on 
a little experimentation with a dominatrix. I'd never 
had a complaint about Corrine, so I called her for an 
evening session.

   I was a little surprised when I was paged up to his 
suite. 

   " Come on in, Brenda, " invited the female voice I 
knew from the phone. It's funny, but I guess I'd never 
even met Corrine in person.

   I wasn't too shocked by her fitted leather outfit. 
That's what I hired her for, after all. I was a little 
surprised by the way she looked, though. Corrine was 
not a young woman, nor was she particularly attractive. 
She just seemed incredibly stern and commanding. 

   My attention was soon distracted, though. The 
billionaire doctor was on his knees, whimpering with 
arousal. His engorged cock bobbed lewdly in front of 
him. Secured around his head was the strap for the 
black rubber cock that filled his mouth and throat. Red 
markings were everywhere on the man's body. The 
instrument of Corrine's punishment was a short leather 
whip that dangled at her side.

   " The sissy little doctor told me he has quite a 
crush on you, Brenda. He resisted for a while, but 
eventually, he gave me his secrets. He was even 
considering asking you out for a date tomorrow evening. 
But you would have turned him down, wouldn't you ?"

   I nodded without thinking. 

   She probably could have asked anything. In truth, 
she was right. Not that he was an unattractive man, but 
I always turned down the advances of our guests. I just 
didn't want to become another one of the pathetic 
mistresses that these guys string along. They became so 
addicted to the lifestyle, they forget how easily they 
can be replaced.

   There's that old supply and demand thing popping up 
to ruin things again. Money is nothing to these guys. 
They'll buy the jewellery that it takes to keep their 
girls happy. They'll buy the drugs to help keep their 
torrid little sessions exciting. And just when these 
girls think they've got it all, the prick finds some 
girl in a silly hat behind the counter of a donut shop, 
and she's dumped.

   Or maybe she's traded to another guy. There's a 
whole sorority of these disposable women floating 
through the bedrooms of the Fortune 500. They probably 
think it's a pretty good life, but there isn't much in 
the way of retirement benefits. So in my books, 
flirting is okay, but dating these guys was definitely 
a bad idea. 

   " Of course she wouldn't date a pathetic little 
sissy like you, " Corrine continued, circling her slave 
now. "Brenda's a smart, classy girl. She's way out of 
your league. "

   His face was red, and his eyes were on the floor. I 
couldn't believe he was enjoying this kind of verbal 
abuse. His hands stayed behind his back, but they 
weren't tied there. His submission to this was 
completely voluntary. Corrine addressed me now.

    " You should have seen this pathetic little whore a 
few minutes ago, Brenda. I had him fucking his own ass 
with a champagne bottle. Can you imagine anything more 
ridiculous ? Now I've called you up here to see him beg 
for his orgasm. I told him that if he was a good little 
slut, I might let him cum on your feet, and then lick 
up the mess. "

   What can I say ? I was mesmerized by the scene. 

   I watched while she played him like a musical 
instrument, plucking at his submissive arousal to a 
near climax, and then pulling him back. She taunted him 
mercilessly, and commanded him to do the most degrading 
things. He begged with his body. Whimpered. Shook.

   It wasn't until she finally allowed him to 
masturbate onto my feet, and he began to lick up his 
sperm apologetically, that it occurred to me that 
Corrine hadn't even allowed him to touch her body. She 
hadn't needed to show him her breasts, or rent out her 
pussy. She had been in complete control of the whole 
transaction.

   That's how I found my new place in the economy.

   It's such a lucrative niche market that I'm 
surprised more women aren't ready to fill it. 
Everything in my experience has taught me a lesson 
about wealthy men. If you treat these guys like the 
gods they think they are, they'll use you up and throw 
you away. Now that I had seen Corrine in action, I knew 
the other part of the equation. If you treat these guys 
like dirt, they'll beg for your attention.

   I'm not going to tell you that the transition was 
easy. I could tell you about the first times I 
practiced my methods on various throw-away boyfriends. 
It took me a while to get them to obey me. It took me 
even longer to be confident enough to try it 
professionally.

   By the time I made the transition, there was no 
doubt in my mind, really, that I would succeed. Much 
like the smart, confident men and women who made up the 
executive ranks I was accustomed to dealing with, my 
strength was in my focus. 

   To tell the truth, I didn't much care why the recipe 
worked. An evolutionary quirk maybe. Perhaps it was all 
cultural. I didn't give any thought to why people 
enjoyed the kind of pain and humiliation I was learning 
to apply so expertly. All that mattered to me was that 
it worked.

   Maybe I should have given it more thought.

   As it was, I focused on the right outfits to wear, 
and the right tone of voice to use. I made mental notes 
of every transaction, remembering how each action 
affected my client. It was the same approach I had used 
to perfect my techniques in my previous occupation, 
only this time, I was completely in control. It felt 
really good.

   There was one moment in particular that really made 
me realize how much I enjoyed my new status in life.

   George Grey was just another junior executive. With 
my previous connections in the hospitality industry, I 
soon found my time was at a premium. George had been 
waiting his turn for a month, after hearing about me 
from a friend. 

   In my previous lifestyle, he was the kind of guy who 
would have tempted me to rethink my position on dating 
clients. He was around my age, cute, and a bit on the 
shy side. 

   I had to be firm with George to get him out of his 
clothes. He had a smooth, athletic body that I admired 
while he crawled the floor for me. I reminded him how 
pretty he looked with the pink collar and leash hooked 
around his neck. He blushed like a schoolgirl.

   " Did the other boys make fun of your little cock 
when you were in school, Georgie, or did you avoid the 
showers altogether ?"

   The little thing was bobbing rigidly between his 
legs as he crawled for me. I barely gave him enough 
time to let my insult sink in.

   " Answer me, you little sissy," I swatted his ass 
with my free hand. " I want to know if the other boys 
teased you about your tiny prick. "

   " No... I mean, no one really noticed. "

   " Well, it's hardly worth noticing. Roll over for 
me, I want a better view. "

   He took his commands well. He rolled onto his back, 
with the pink leash still around his neck, and spread 
his legs for me. He had a beautiful body, but I could 
see already by his reaction that I'd found a weakness 
to exploit. 

   " Come on, Georgie, let's see you jerk-off for me a 
bit. Get it hard so that I can see it better... that's 
right... play with yourself like a good boy. "

   He followed my humiliating commands. I stood above 
his head and allowed him a bit of a view up my skirt, 
just to reinforce my position of authority over him.

   " Is that the whole thing, Georgie. Why, you're 
barely a man at all. I think those are actually girl 
parts, don't you ? What kind of company could possibly 
hire a sissy like you ?"

   I was two steps ahead of the game. George was really 
enjoying the feeling of being teased by a girl. I could 
see it in his reaction. He had probably fantasized 
about this for a long time. Today, I would delay his 
gratification, and learn all of his dirty little 
fantasies.

   " I work for a brokerage, " he answered me.

   His answer wasn't really important. I already knew 
what direction I would go in our future sessions. Step 
by step, I would break his barriers. Soon enough, his 
body would be completely hairless, and he would be 
wearing perfume and lacy panties for my amusement. I 
would teach him to be my pet sissy.

   In the end, I knew he would be squealing like a girl 
while I fucked him with a strap-on dildo. 

   But we had a while to get there. It was all about 
the anticipation for him. In the meantime, I wanted to 
lay the foundations. 

   " What do they pay a sissy little jerk-off like you 
at the brokerage, Georgie ?"

   It was just an off-hand question. I didn't expect 
the answer to affect me the way it did.

   " About a hundred and twenty-five grand. "

   A moment later, the realization hit me. I had been 
so focused on my work, I hadn't really stopped to 
consider it until now. I was making more money than 
George. If business kept up this way, I would easily 
pass his total income this year.

   The taste of success was hot on my tongue.

   I had been looking at these guys as my measure of 
success for so long, I had never even considered that I 
might have surpassed any of them. My body lit up with 
excitement. I was barely able to keep myself under 
control.

   " Stop playing with yourself, sissy girl. Get on 
your knees, and stick up your ass. I still have a lot 
of work to do on you today. "

   And I was really in the mood for it now. I unhooked 
my little whip from my side, and teased the crack of 
his ass with the leather. Yes, he would take a lot of 
punishment today, and I already decided to indulge 
myself in the pleasures of his tongue before the day 
was over.

   Of course, I'd make him pay extra for the privilege 
of worshipping my pussy. God, I loved this job.

*****
 
   A little taste of success wasn't quite enough.

   I followed the economics of the situation. Early on, 
it became apparent that I could never meet the demand 
for my services. Even at my extremely high session fee, 
I had referrals calling every day.

   What else could I do ? I hired more girls.

   Corrine was the first. She was a little old for the 
business, and I had really cut into her customer base, 
so I sort of felt responsible for her.

   That was my first mistake. It was a sympathy hire. I 
was soon to learn that it had been much easier to make 
myself into the perfect fantasy for these submissive 
men than it would be to train other girls to do the 
same.

   I mean, the reason that I had taken many of 
Corrine's clients from her in the first place was that 
I was simple better than her. I was more attractive. I 
was more driven. I worked hard every day.

   Corrine wasn't my only bad hire. Darcie was a good 
looking girl, and had some sex trade experience as an 
escort, but she lacked knowledge of how to really 
humiliate and abuse the kinds of submissive men I 
catered to. She was a nice bit of eye candy, but I felt 
like I had to hold her hand all the time.

   Ivy was another questionable addition to my stable. 
She was really good at inflicting pain. The problem was 
that she didn't understand the art of building 
anticipation. She went directly to the extreme forms of 
punishment, skipping all of the intermediate sessions 
that kept my clients eager to book their next 
appointment. Only the true fan of physical pain 
requested Ivy for a second session.

   It was a tough transition. The addition of the other 
girls increased my income substantially, but I also 
spent a lot more time trying to get them to work up to 
my standards. On several occasions, I would hand over 
one of my regulars to another one of the girls, and 
then lose his business after a couple of sessions. 
Overall, the business was doing well, but I still 
wished that I could have at least one other girl who I 
could really trust to help build the client base.

   Aside from those concerns, I was beginning to enjoy 
the fringe benefits of my newly found wealth.

   All of the luxuries I had taken pride in providing 
my guests at the hotel were now mine to enjoy. It was 
no trouble for me to get invitations to the best 
parties. It gave me a perverse pleasure to see some of 
my more submissive clients in this kind of setting. 
They acted like kings of the world, comparing stock 
portfolios and showing off their latest girlfriends.

   I enjoyed the curious attention all of the women 
paid me. They would bring me drinks, and share their 
drugs, and press me for information about why all the 
men seemed afraid of me. In the end, it didn't matter. 
I wasn't going to tell them anything, so we just drank, 
and laughed, and got wasted on whatever chemical 
supplement was handy. God, those were good times.

   Somehow, I always found my way home afterwards, to 
my apartment just a floor above the apartments I kept 
the girls in. One such morning, I awoke with a pleasant 
surprise in my bed. 

   " Good morning, Tia, " I nudged the girl, trying to 
free my leg from beneath her. We had known each other a 
while. She must have hooked up with a wealthy guy when 
she was pretty young, because at just over twenty years 
old, she was a veteran of the social scene. 

   She was an expensive one, too. Tia was an exquisite 
looking black girl, with short hair, and a model's 
body. 

   " Oh, hi Brenda, " she tried to orient herself to 
the surroundings. An endearing smile approached her 
lips. "I never thought I'd wake up in your bed. "

   We'd both been so high the last evening, I'm 
surprised either one of us ended up here. 

   " Did you need a ride uptown ?" I offered. 

   " No, I'm between guys right now. Do you mind if I 
catch a little more sleep before I take off ?"

   " Sure. Stay as long as you want. "

   It was an offer that I didn't regret, even though it 
lasted much longer than I intended. After working with 
a few clients downstairs, I returned to find her still 
napping in my bed. We ordered Thai food that night, and 
shared a nice bottle of champagne.

   I can't really describe the feelings I had when Tia 
crawled into bed with me again that night. I guess I 
already knew that she would be staying, and maybe for a 
long time. I mean, that's her role in life. She's a 
pleasant companion for the wealthy. She enjoys the 
expensive lifestyle, and doesn't mind being a kept 
woman to get what she wants.

   In truth, I don't know what I liked more; the 
pleasure her company, or the fact that it showed how 
successful I had become.

   She was a luxury. She was a guilty pleasure that I 
could now afford.

   On the days that I wasn't working, I took her 
places. Sometimes it would be shopping. Really, what's 
the use of having money if you aren't going to spend it 
? Tia was very good at helping me spend it. On those 
days, we were like a couple of teenaged girls with a 
limitless credit card. 

   I would take her out to expensive restaurants. It 
was another reason I liked having her. It's no fun 
going to the most prestigious restaurants without a 
date. I certainly wasn't going to date any of my 
clients. In Tia, I bought a permanent companion. She 
always looked good, and smelled delicious, and hung off 
my arm like I was the most important person on earth. 
Entering with a girl like Tia on your arm was a real 
status symbol. I loved the way that the other 
executives would look at us. I'm betting we spawned a 
few naughty fantasies.

   The funny thing is, sex wasn't really a part of our 
relationship. 

   At night, I liked to dress her in a cute little set 
of silk pyjamas. I loved the smell of the perfume I 
always bought for her. She took on the fragrance of 
rose petals for me.

   God, I loved that exquisite scent on her body. Any 
time I caught a taste of it in the air around her, it 
reminded me that she was mine.

    I loved the warmth of her body as she nuzzled up to 
me in bed. Sweet Tia would kiss the back of my neck and 
whisper that she loved me. Then I would fall into a 
comfortable sleep, with the scent of rose petals still 
fresh in my nose.

   Despite the way it appeared in public, I just wasn't 
a lesbian. I worked off all of my sexual energy while I 
worked. Tia and I would trade kisses in public, and I 
would sometimes enjoy a late night massage from her, 
but we didn't really explore much beyond that.

   All in all, I was really enjoying my new role in 
life. I was now living the lifestyle of those men I 
used to envy, and I had Tia to prove it.

*****

   Back to the mundane details of life. Part of my 
success had always been my attention to detail. In 
this, I wouldn't change. In the daytime, when I had no 
clients booked, I took care of the shopping. They were 
ordinary, every day items, and no one would guess how I 
would be using them. There were candles, to drip hot 
wax on my slaves. There was shaving cream and razors, 
baby powder, clothes pegs, cute little panties, and, of 
course, blank video cassettes, for those who wanted a 
souvenir. 

   They were ordinary item, on an ordinary day, as I 
strolled down the exquisitely planogrammed aisles of 
the local department store, when I first set eyes on 
the most extraordinary creature.

   " Are you callin' me a liar ?" Her voice cut 
purposely through the calm of the retail music.

   " No, ma'am, I'm not. I'm just saying that we need 
something to show that this went through our 
registers."

   So far, the clerk at the returns desk was 
maintaining her composure, but even from two aisles 
away, I could see that it was a mismatch.

   " What you're saying is that I took this stupid 
$29.99 blouse from your sales floor, and now I'm trying 
to get money for it. That's what you're saying. 
Goddamn... really, do I look like I really need to be 
stealing crap from your store ?"

   I was watching now. I wasn't even pretending not to. 
There were other customers too, all drawn by the 
demanding voice of this white trash customer at the 
returns desk. The clerk looked around self-consciously, 
knowing that there was no way to answer the question 
without causing more trouble.

   " No, I mean, it's just policy ma'am. "

   " Bullshit. You're saying it's policy to argue with 
a customer over a lousy thirty bucks ? Hell, both of us 
know that your supervisor would have a heart attack if 
he knew you were accusing a customer of theft over a 
stupid blouse. I already told you, I lost the fucking 
receipt. How big a deal are you going to make out of 
this?"

   The clerk hid behind her apologetic demeanour, 
trying not to let the redness in her cheeks betray her. 
She was itching to fight back, but she didn't dare. The 
female customer was looking for further confrontation. 
She would enjoy it.

   God, it was like watching the school yard bully 
picking on a cripple. I felt guilty for watching, but I 
was transfixed nonetheless.

   " I'll tell you what... I could probably give you a 
merchandise credit..."

   " Enough of this shit. Get me your supervisor, " the 
customer demanded, not satisfied with the offer.

   " My supervisor is the one who insists that we get 
receipts. She won't authorize cash back. " There was 
just the hint of a gloat in the clerk's voice. It was 
all the customer needed.

   " You know what... unless you change your bitchy 
little attitude right now, you're going to regret it. 
We both know how this works. I'm going to talk to your 
boss. Then I'll talk to her boss. And then I'll talk to 
your head office. At some point, my phone call will 
reach the desk of some prick who makes a ridiculous 
salary, and he'll be pissed off that he's even wasting 
his time talking about thirty bucks. "

   The clerks face went a deeper shade of red, knowing 
that what the woman was saying was true. The false-
blonde customer continued with her threat.

   " And you know exactly how it'll end. I'll be right 
back here at this counter, getting my cash back, and a 
gift certificate, and you'll be kissing my ass while 
your boss looks over your shoulder."

   I don't know if everyone else watching was aware of 
the subtle reactions of the clerk. Her body language 
said it all. I'd seen it a hundreds of times with my 
own clients. I could see the humiliation in her very 
posture as she stood there, trapped in the gaze of the 
dominant customer. 

   " Are you a good ass kisser... " the customer paused 
to read her name tag, " ...Maggie ? ...'cause by that 
time, I'm really going to be in the mood for it. " 

   Magnificent. The whole scene left me breathless.

   In the painful moment that the clerk took to back 
down fully, and give this woman what she wanted, I had 
already decided to offer the trashy blonde customer a 
job. She was a natural.

   " Could I get your name please ma'am ?" The clerk 
was almost afraid to ask.

   " Andrea White. Do you need me to spell it real slow 
for you ?"

   Yes. I had to have her.

   Truthfully, I had some second thoughts after 
inviting her to lunch. Andrea was just too crude. I 
wasn't sure my clients would accept her.

   Let's face it, there's a huge cultural difference 
between the Fortune 500 and the trailer park set. 
Andrea belonged firmly in the latter. She was a thin 
woman with dark roots showing through her blonde-from-
a-bottle hair, and too much lipstick by half. She wore 
stretch pants and a halter top. A greenish tattoo 
peaked up through her cleavage.

   Here, in a mall fast food restaurant, she seemed in 
her element. She eyed me suspiciously from across 
table, blowing a trail of smoke over her french fries.

   " You wanted to talk to me about a job ?" She seemed 
amused. "I mean, no offence lady, but I'm not going to 
sign up for any of that Amway crap or nothing. The only 
reason I'm listening to your pitch is that you're 
buying lunch. "

   I didn't blame her for being wary, and it wasn't 
like I had a business card to hand her.

   " I'm not sure how to explain this...I, um..."

   The way she looked at me made me feel like I was a 
complete moron. What was it about this girl that made 
me so nervous ? It was probably the same thing that had 
tripped up the store clerk. Andrea seemed to have 
complete disregard for anything but herself. 

   " ... let me put it this way... I think that if you 
let me help you, we can make a lot of money together. "

   " I do okay already. "

   We had two different measures of success, that was 
for sure. She was content to scam the store for thirty 
bucks. Now she'd promptly spend it on a cab ride home 
and a case of beer, I suspected.

   " Somehow, I think we can do a little better. "

*****

   Finally, I had someone in the downstairs apartments 
who could match my skills. Right from the start, Andrea 
*got* it. She didn't work too hard to please the 
clients, like poor empty-headed Darcie. She didn't jump 
straight to physical torture, like Ivy was apt to do. 
And unlike Corrine, she had no problems attracting new 
clients. 

   When I passed a client on in Andrea's direction, I 
had no worries about whether he would re-book.

   Don't get me wrong. It took her a little while to 
learn the techniques. I tutored her on some of my most 
loyal clients, and I was surprised by their reactions 
to her. Despite her obviously low-class origins, or 
perhaps because of them, the guys seemed really eager 
to please her and accept humiliation at her hands.

   She loved every minute of it. 

   " Jesus... if I had've know that guys went for this 
kind of shit, I'd never have had to put out for any of 
my low-life landlords just 'cause I was short of rent 
money. "

   She went on to earn more in her first week than she 
had managed to bilk from Wal-Mart and Target in the 
last year. In the following weeks, she only got better. 
The guys lapped up her brand of verbal and physical 
abuse. 

   So I let my guard down a bit. I guess I was 
surprised by how quickly she began to eclipse me.

   I really should have known better than to have 
expected professionalism from Andrea. About a month 
after I hired her, I began to hear rumours from the 
other girls. No customers complained, mind you, but I 
was concerned nonetheless.

   The first complaint was about drug use. That was 
always a touchy topic. Some of the guys liked to take a 
little cocaine before our sessions. Within limits, I 
allowed it. It was just a fact of life amongst the 
wealthy clientele we served.

   Andrea had crossed the line on this one. Not only 
was she allowing drug use, but she was taking the drugs 
herself. On a couple of occasions, she had even 
approached the other girls about securing a supplier so 
that we could sell drugs ourselves. 

   Another line she had crossed was on setting herself 
limits with the clients. She got carried away. She 
inflicted too severe punishments. She flirted with 
asphyxiation. She played games with water sports. I 
heard that she had even ordered one of her female 
clients to undergo cosmetic surgery.

   I mean, hell. You've got to set limits. 

   She was just too narcissistic. Far from being 
thankful for her new apartment and source of income, 
Andrea was always complaining, sometimes directly to 
me, and sometimes behind my back. She wanted a bigger 
cut of the profits. She wanted me to cover more of her 
expenses, like the massive room service bill she had 
racked up. 

   Many of the expenses were for alcohol she had 
ordered when she invited over her trailer park friends. 
I wasn't too thrilled about the idea of her white trash 
buddies hanging around the apartments, and was appalled 
when I heard the rumour that she had included one of 
her girlfriends in a session with a regular client. 

   Fuck. She just couldn't be trusted.

   It came to a head on the day that I went out to my 
accountant's office for an appointment, and returned to 
find my suite empty. It wasn't like Tia to just leave 
without asking for money. 

   I checked the downstairs apartment to see if she was 
visiting one of the girls. I found her in Andrea's 
apartment, giving the new dominatrix a foot rub while 
they passed a joint back and forth between them. I 
don't know why that should have pissed me off so badly. 
I always knew that Tia liked to do drugs every now and 
again.

   I guess it was just the intimacy of the scene that 
bothered me. Andrea smiled casually at me while she 
enjoyed the foot rub. Tia giggle dumbly and offered me 
a hit.

   At that moment, I decided to lay down the law. I 
called a meeting with all of the girls for the 
following night.

   " I've been hearing some rumours lately, and I 
wanted to set some things to rest. I want to be clear: 
these are *my* clients, this is *my* business, and 
you're going to have to follow *my* rules if you want 
to stay here. I'm not here to be your maid, or your 
chauffeur, or your personal shopper. I'm here to run a 
business."

   I tried to ignore how lamely managerial all of this 
sounded. It reminded me of the meetings my boss at the 
hotel had given every few months to shake up the 
kitchen staff. 

   " I don't want to hear anything about you girls 
using drugs with the clients. Do you have any idea how 
dangerous that is ? We don't need any extra scrutiny 
from the police. We have to be really careful. That 
means we cut out any activities that put us at risk. 
Our clients shouldn't be going home with anything more 
severe than a little bruising. If anyone has questions 
about how to accomplish this, ask Ivy. She's an expert 
at pain, and she does it without having to keep the 
first-aid kit handy. "

   I focused my attention now on Andrea.

   " I've heard that you included one of your friends 
in a session recently. Is that right ?"

   I expected her to lie, but instead she shrugged. " 
Yeah. "

   " Jesus, Andrea... this isn't show-and-tell. Why on 
earth would you want to have your friend there ?"

   " Aside from the fact that it was fun..." she began, 
still not intimidated by my lecture, "... the client 
offered me extra money to have a helper in the room. "

   " That's not good enough. If a client requests 
another girl, you can have Darcie or one of the other 
girls help you out for the session. Any of us would be 
glad to help. The two of you can split the commission. 
Under no circumstances are you to bring in another girl 
without my permission. "

   " Whatever..."

   It certainly wasn't the response I was hoping for, 
but at least I had set some limits. 

   Now I just needed to see if she would respect them.

*****

   Just a week later, I found out my answer.

   " Could I have my friend Lindsay over to help with a 
client ?"

   " I thought we talked about this..."

   " Yeah, but I've got another client over this 
afternoon who wants a second girl for our session. "

   " And...?"

   " ... and Darcie's out of town to visit her mom. Ivy 
and Corinne are both booked this afternoon. "

   " Can't you rebook the client ?"

   " No, and I don't want to lose my commission either. 
If you're not gonna to let Lindsay help me out, I think 
you should pay me back for the money I lose..."

   She was getting a little confrontational. I could 
hear it in her voice. I still wasn't ready to back down 
on the issue. I knew that as soon as I let Andrea get 
away with stuff like this, she would walk all over me. 
There was only one solution I could think of.

   " I'll fill in..."

   It meant cancelling an appointment at the spa, but 
it was a small price to pay if that's what it took to 
keep Andrea in line. 

   " Whatever... " she rolled her eyes. " Come down at 
one o'clock, so that I can get you prepared. " 

   The tone she took with me was unbearable. I spent 
the next two hours stewing about it. I don't know why I 
let her talk to me like that. She knew that she was 
pushing all of my buttons. Andrea was just the kind of 
girl who could get away with that sort of thing. I was 
beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be better just to 
let her go.

   Her disrespectful tone didn't end when I came down 
for our session. 

   " Get out of your clothes. We don't have much time 
left. "

   " My clothes ?"

   " Well, yeah. You didn't expect us to do this fully 
clothed, did you ?"

   " No, but... I thought..." my eyes dropped to the 
floor, where I had set down the bag with my regular 
leather outfit.

   " You won't need that shit today. My client had very 
specific instructions, and I don't have time to go over 
them all with you. Just strip down to your bra and 
panties, and let's get on with it. "

   She made it sound like I was being unreasonable. I 
tried to hide my angry reaction as I unbuttoned my 
blouse. I knew she would just love to see me losing 
control of my emotions. 

   All of this was intentional. I had studied the art 
of domination, and I could feel the power shift in the 
room as I undressed at her command. I found myself 
feeling exposed, standing there in my underwear while 
Andrea wore tight black leather. She appraised my body 
briefly.

   " Yeah, this'll work okay I guess..."

   My face flushed. I didn't *need* her approval of my 
body. I was about to spit something back, but she 
attacked pre-emptively.

   " ...unless you can't handle it. "

   I swallowed hard. She was looking for a reaction. I 
didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how 
much she was bothering me. I surprised even myself with 
how meek my voice sounded in answer.

   " I can handle it. "

   " Good. Follow me. "

   She led me into her living room. I expected to go 
with her into the bedroom, but she stopped there. Two 
sofas lined either side of the room. A mahogany coffee 
table was in the centre. I bought it just the previous 
week at an auction. On the coffee table were three 
objects; a blindfold, a set of leather cuffs, and a 
wooden paddle.

   Andrea took a pulled up a chair at the opposite end 
of the coffee table, leaving me standing there 
awkwardly. Then she just watched me.

   " Wha... ?" I began.

   " Shhh."

   Why did I let her silence me like that ?

   She didn't so much sit in her chair as straddle it. 
She was perfect for the role I had chosen for her. 
Andrea radiated dominance. Her eyes were on me now, and 
I couldn't believe how much it unsettled me.

   " Did you want... ?"

   My voice trailed off. I felt so stupid just standing 
there. If she wanted me on my knees, why wouldn't she 
just say so ?

   I watched her eyes. She was waiting for me to do 
something. 

   Slowly, I began to lower myself onto my knees, 
watching her reaction. This was what she expected, 
wasn't it ? Just a trace of a smile came to her lips, 
but she stayed there, silently straddling the chair.

   One more thing...

   I reached out uncertainly for the blindfold. Her 
smile remained. It was the last thing I saw before I 
pulled the black material up against my eyes. It was a 
smile that said, ' you know I'm winning. '

   And she was. I was letting her win just by playing 
this stupid game. I was sure she could see the flush of 
anger in my face now as I tied the fabric behind my 
head. As much as this all bothered me, however, I just 
couldn't make myself back out of this. I had to show 
her how a professional handles things.

   Her eyes were still on me. I could tell.

   We waited there silently for her client to arrive, 
and every minute, I felt more the fool for staying in 
position, blindfolded and nearly naked, while Andrea 
sat dominant at the other end of the coffee table. It 
was completely unnecessary.

   Finally, I heard a knock at the door. Andrea stood 
slowly, and brushed past me as she walked to the door. 

   I heard them whispering as they came back into the 
room. 

   " Doesn't she look cute... ? " Andrea taunted just 
loud enough for me to hear.

   They were right behind me now.

   " And look how obediently she sits. I didn't even 
need to tie her up. "

   The words burned in my cheeks. Andrea was definitely 
playing a part for the client, except it all came so 
naturally for her, it was hard to tell that it was 
acting.

     " Sit down, " she commanded the client. " I'll 
allow you to masturbate while you watch, but don't cum 
without my permission. "

   The thought of somebody watching me right now, 
jerking off while looking at my body... for some reason 
this was affecting me more than usual. I could still 
feel Andrea's presence behind me. 

   " See how this slave girl keeps her body nice and 
pretty for me, " Andrea began her monologue, running a 
fake fingernail along the back of my neck. I shuddered 
from the unexpected sensation. Andrea chuckled. "And 
see how she craves my touch ?"

   She circled me slowly.

   " You want to see more of her body. I can tell. Yes, 
you're enjoying looking at my slave girl's titties, 
aren't you ? You like looking at her tight little body 
while you play with yourself. But I'm not going to 
order her to display herself. That would be too easy. "

   She paused in front of me and bent forward. I could 
feel her breath against the side of my face as she 
whispered, " Instead, I'm going to make this little 
bitch squirm until she's anxious to do anything that 
pleases me."

   I wasn't sure if she had even spoken loudly enough 
for the client to hear, but my own reaction was 
immediate. Her hot breath against my ear made the hair 
on the back of my neck stand on end. 

   God, she was good. For the first time since I began 
doing this, I got a taste of why men enjoyed this kind 
of thing. I was humiliated by the way I passively 
remained there, under her control, but I could feel my 
body warming up. 

   She stayed close to me, allowing her fingers to 
brush against me every so often, and watching the way I 
trembled to the touch.

   None of this mattered, I told myself. Andrea was 
playing a role. So was I. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be 
here. Otherwise, I wouldn't be on my knees. I couldn't 
help it if my body reacted this way. It was unexpected, 
is all. I never thought that I would be this excited by 
the touch of another woman.

   " Nothing is holding her here. I don't have a leash 
around her neck. I don't have chains on her ankles. So 
why is she here, obeying me ? " Andrea talked louder 
now, playing to the client again. " You can see the 
answer in the way she breathes. Can you see the wetness 
in her panties ? "

   I hadn't noticed.

   " And if I hold my fingers near her lips..."

   She didn't even need to finish the sentence before I 
was instinctively opening my mouth. Andrea rested her 
fingers between my lips and waited for me to lick and 
suck at them. I had done this to men so many times, but 
I never knew how it felt before. 

   " You'd never guess how modest and awkward she was a 
few minutes ago. Now she sucks my fingers so eagerly. "

   Her words were as much for me as they were for the 
client. I could feel that. Andrea knew that I wasn't 
just acting, and she wanted to rub it in a little. 

   " And you still want to see her titties, don't you ? 
Maybe I'll let her show them to you. Yes. I'll let her 
do that. "

   I kept my lips around her fingers and reached back 
to unsnap my bra. This scene had so many flavours I had 
never tasted before. Yes, I had let clients worship my 
breasts, but it was never like this. I was always in 
control. Now, I felt like a whore, displaying my body 
on command.

   " Very nice. See how eager she is to please me ? " 
She slipped her fingers free from my mouth. " But I 
told you that I would make the bitch squirm, didn't I ? 
Yes. You're looking forward to seeing that. Slow down. 
I didn't give you permission to cum. "

   Andrea walked around behind me, rubbing against my 
bare skin with her tight leather. She crouched down 
behind me. I could feel her there, her breath against 
the back of my neck. She reached around front of me and 
cupped my breasts in her hands, as if offering them up 
for the client. Then one of her hands slowly made their 
way down my belly.

   " Aaah... you see the way she anticipates. So I 
tease her a little bit. Someone taught me that lesson. 
I forget who it was. She taught me to tease my slaves 
mercilessly. "

   I was regretting that lesson right about now. My 
world was darkness, and all I could feel was Andrea's 
taunting hand. Shamefully, I spread my legs.

   " Mmmm... she's so wet for me. I can feel her 
wetness through the panties. I wonder if she's ready to 
show off her pussy now. Is she squirming yet ?"

   Squirming ?

   " Don't worry... soon, she'll be squirming against 
my hand, just begging to display her wet little pussy 
for me. Isn't that right, slave girl ?"

   I wanted to fight it. The idea of grinding my pussy 
against Andrea's hand, like some sort of animal... it 
was too degrading.

   Another part of me was only too eager. I'm just 
playing a role, I tried to convince myself. Just play 
along.

   " There she goes. Look at her squirm. Gawd, she's a 
horny little girl, isn't she ? "

   Andrea held her fingers still, making me do all of 
the work. I gyrated my hips lewdly against her, 
desperate for the pleasure that only her fingers could 
proved. She brought her lips to my ear.

   " Enjoying yourself, Brenda ?"

   The smug bitch. She knew that I wasn't acting. She 
had me completely under her control, and she was 
rubbing it in. I whimpered in frustration.

   " I think she's earned the right to show off her 
pussy now, don't you ? Go ahead, slave girl... show us 
your pussy. "

   With her permission, I reached down and rolled my 
panties down my legs, exposing myself for my employee 
and her client. I wished she would touch me again. 
Instead, Andrea circled around front of me, and placed 
her fingers against my lips.

   I accepted them into my mouth, and tasted my own 
warmth and wetness on them. 

   " See how anxious my slave girl is to do anything I 
want ? She even enjoys hearing the words. Slave Girl. 
Did you see the way her body shakes when I say those 
words ? She's the kind of girl who loves to be 
humiliated... tied up... used... punished. " 

   "Right now, she's probably thinking about the 
handcuffs that are sitting on the table in front of 
her. She probably wishes that I would put them on her. 
Isn't that right, slave ?"

   I nodded my head, still licking her fingers. I felt 
like I did that first time when Corrine invited me in 
to watch her work. I would have agreed to anything.

   " But she's got to earn it. My little bitch has to 
show how eager she is to please me. She'll do anything, 
won't she ?"

   I nodded again. She pulled her fingers from my 
mouth, and left me there in darkness, wondering what 
she wanted me to do. Her hand touched the back of my 
head. I leaned forward at the silent command, and found 
my face in her crotch. 

   Through the black fabric of her panties, I nuzzled 
against Andrea's mound. I could smell her. It was a 
mixture of leather, and cigarettes, and cheap perfume. 
It reminded me of who she was; some trailer trash girl 
who just happened to be a natural dom. 

   " My god, she is anxious. " She pushed my head 
further downwards, and tapped her foot against the 
floor. I understood. She wanted me grovelling at her 
feet. My tongue traced the leather down her legs, and 
when I reached the bottom of her boots, I humbled 
myself further, licking and worshipping her feet while 
she stood above me.

   " She really deserves those cuffs now, doesn't she ? 
She really deserves to wear the trappings of slavery. " 
Then a warning came to her voice again, as she told the 
client. " Stop... you're getting to close to orgasm. 
Wait until I tell you. "

   Andrea reached back and took the cuffs from the 
table. I could hear it. I placed my hands behind my 
back obediently while she snapped them into place.

   " There... she really likes like a pathetic little 
slave girl now, doesn't she ? I think she deserves 
another treat. Maybe I'll let her worship my body a 
little more. Does that sound good ?"

   I could feel my cheeks flushing red at Andrea's 
verbal degradation. She was right. I was a slave girl 
now. That's how I would look to her client, blindfolded 
and handcuffed, and ready to lower myself to her feet 
again.

   " No, girl... higher now... I have something else I 
want you to learn how to do. "

   She was facing away from me now. I felt my cheek 
brush against her bare flesh. She had lowered her 
panties, and my face was now level with the bare skin 
of her rear end.

   " Kiss my ass now, slave girl. Show everyone what a 
good ass kisser you are. "

   I hesitated, but I knew it was pointless. I had seen 
dozens of my slaves try to defy me, at one point or 
another. They always lost. They always surrendered.

   Andrea would tease me. She would make me beg for it. 
My body was so hot with desire, I knew I wouldn't be 
able to resist for long.

   So what was the point in holding back. I knew I 
wanted this.

   God, how I wanted it.

   The skin of her ass was oddly cool against my skin. 
I nuzzled her with my cheek before giving her ass a 
long tender kiss.

   " Isn't that sweet ? " Andrea taunted. I could tell 
from her voice that she was bent forward over the 
coffee table now. " Doesn't this make a pretty picture 
? Don't stop now, slave. Prove to me what a pathetic 
little ass kisser you are. "

   I gave her another long kiss, and then began to lick 
and suck at the smooth flesh of her ass. Andrea 
encouraged me by calling me names and pushing her body 
against my face. 

   " Are you enjoying the taste of my butt, slave ? ... 
Answer me. "

   " Mmmm... yes, Mistress, " I replied breathlessly 
between kisses.

   " Yes... I can tell... you're a real natural at 
this. "

   The more I licked and kissed, the more I enjoyed all 
of the degrading sensations. I could smell her arousal, 
and my tongue's closeness to her pussy was so tempting. 
But no... I didn't have permission. I knew the rules. 
So I worshipped the flesh of her ass adoringly. My 
pussy was begging for attention, and if she hadn't have 
tied my hands, I'm sure I wouldn't have been able to 
stop myself from masturbating while I continued my 
chore.

   " That's a wicked tongue, ass licker. I want to feel 
it inside of me... that's a good girl... right in the 
crack of my ass... push it in for me..."

   I could barely breathe, I was so excited by her new 
instructions. I always avoided this with my own 
clients, worried that they might think it unhygienic. 
Andrea wouldn't consider those kinds of limits. She 
just wanted to feel her boss' tongue in her asshole, 
and whatever Andrea wants, she gets.

   Her taste was strong. It filled my mouth and nose as 
I pressed my tongue into her hole. Her saliva covered 
ass cheeks pressed against the sides of my face. I 
could hear the wet smacking of my lips as I serviced 
her.

   " Don't be shy now... I can feel that you want to go 
deeper... that's right... clean me with your tongue. "

   My revulsion towards this sex act was lost in the 
haze of arousal that filled my head. She pushed back 
against me, obviously enjoying this indulgence of her 
whims. I could hear her voice, telling me how low and 
pathetic I was... but the words rattle meaninglessly 
through the air. Nothing could compare to the dark of 
my blindfold, and the feel of her tight hole against my 
lips.

   When she finally pulled away, my tongue was numb 
from effort, and I gasped to regain my breath. 
Nonetheless, I begged for her to continue. I begged 
with my body. She would read it easily.

   " See how she's still anxious for more ? She knows 
that there's a paddle on the table. I wonder if she 
would like a little spanking ?"

   I groaned. God, why was I begging to be punished ? I 
couldn't really want pain, could I ? Wasn't degradation 
enough ? My body was giving me a different answer than 
my mind. Andrea held me firmly by my hair.

   " She's going to have to do something else for me, " 
she leaned forward again, and whispered into my ear. 
"What are you willing to do for me now, Brenda ? "

   " Anything, " I whispered back. 

   " Are you sure ?"

   " Yes. " Anything.

   " Well, you see Brenda... I have these friends..."

   " Uh huh, " she reached down and was fingering me 
again. Not fair.

   " ...and they've come over tonight for a couple of 
beers..."

   " Uh huh..."

   " ... and I'll bet they'd really like to come in 
here and see what a horny slave girl I have. "

   I knew I was insane to even consider this. It would 
totally undermine my authority. Up to this point I had 
been telling myself that it was all a role I was 
playing... that I would set everything straight 
later...

   But who was I kidding. I had completely undressed 
myself. I had begged to be handcuffed. I had spent the 
last fifteen minutes licking the woman's ass clean. And 
I was writhing on Andrea's fingers, more aroused than I 
had ever been. 

   " Yes. " The single word escaped my lips.

   All I could think about was the way it would feel 
for her to use the thin wooden paddle against my ass. 
The fact that her client and some of her trashy friends 
would be watching my punishment only compounded my 
shameful arousal. 

   I could hear Andrea opening the door. I could hear 
her friends laughing and joking as they entered the 
room. How many were there ? Three ? Four ? I could hear 
a couple of guy's voices, and at least one girl 
laughing along with them.

   " Oh man... this is a hot scene Andy..."

   " Have a seat guys... help yourselves to a beer... 
she's just getting ready to beg for her punishment..."

   She helped lean me forward over the coffee table. I 
could feel everyone's eyes one me. I heard the wooden 
paddle scrape along the top of the table as she dragged 
it along towards my rear end.

   A couple of beer bottles were opened while she 
teased the tender flesh of my ass with the thin strip 
of wood. 

   " You want me to punish you ? "

   " Yes, " I admitted quietly.

   " You surrender your body ?"

   " Yes. "

   She was such a natural at this, I could hardly hear 
my own thoughts. All I could think about was my 
humiliation at her hands.

   " Aaaahh, " I was unprepared for the first real 
blow. I jerked against the table, and squirmed my ass, 
much to the amusement of my new audience. Somewhere 
around me, I could smell the smoke of tobacco and 
marijuana as her friends made themselves comfortable.

   Two more quick swats made me squeal. I imagined the 
red welts forming across my ass cheeks. 

   Her teasing fingers found the wetness between my 
legs again. " You want more ?"

   " Please... "

   " And you'll do anything ?"

   " Anything. "

   " Mmm. I love the sound of that. Rick, why don't you 
take a turn in her mouth ?"

   And just like that, I became a prostitute for her. I 
wasn't just showing off my body. I was letting people 
use it. I hadn't given a blow job in over a year, but 
when Rick slid the head of his uncircumsized prick 
between my lips, I tried my best to earn Andrea's 
renewed attention.

   " Oh, man... look at her go..." the other guy 
cheered from the sidelines, and then took another swig 
of beer. Andrea paused in punishing me to take a drag 
from a joint that was circulating the room, and she 
flicked hot ash against my backside. The whole 
atmosphere was becoming lower class by the moment, 
which made my submission to her all the more degrading. 

   Rick pulled out of my mouth before cumming, 
preferring to make his mess across the side of my face.

   While his cum dripped down my cheek, Andrea was 
abusing my ass in a whole new way. I felt the cold 
glass of a beer bottle being levelled against my anal 
ring. 

   " Are you going to take it in the ass for me, like a 
good little slave girl ?"

   I didn't want her to ask me. The answer was always 
too shameful. " Yes. Please. "

   I wanted her to abuse me in every way possible. My 
body was screaming for it. I gritted my teeth as the 
cold glass entered me. She pushed it deeply into me, 
and then handed the task over the other guy she invited 
over, Shawn. 

   " Take over for me Shawn, and I'll let you use her 
pussy in a few minutes, " she promised.

   While her raped my ass with the bottle, Andrea 
brought her face close to mine. I could feel her breath 
close to my lips. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled 
away. Instead, she whispered more abuse into my ear.

   " Poor Brenda... you figured everything out, didn't 
you ? You had it all down to a science. The problem is, 
you never really *felt* it. You didn't feel the rush of 
sexual power. You didn't enjoy the cruelty of it. In 
the end, you were just a professional... just like all 
of the other rich guys who come through here. Do you 
think I couldn't see how much you try to be just like 
them... the wealthy... the stupid..."

   I grunted as I felt the beer bottle tip forward, and 
the cold liquid filling my bowels. 

   " And now, here you are... you really are just like 
them, living in your expensive suite... eating in the 
fancy restaurants... keeping a beautiful mistress. It 
looks like you're like them in other ways too... right 
now you'll do anything to humiliate yourself for me and 
my lowlife friends..."

   " Ungghhh. "

   " Oh, don't think I haven't heard you talking about 
my friends and I. You think we're poor white trash... 
and hell, you're probably right... but it's not me 
who's getting fucked in the ass with a beer bottle now, 
is it? Nope. And now that I've got your number, things 
are going to be a lot different around here...aren't 
they ?"

   " Yes. " I could feel tears of defeat coming to my 
eyes. I only had myself to blame for this. I let her do 
it to me. 

   " I mean, hell... you're pretty good at the 
scheduling, and keeping books, and picking up the 
laundry and such... and you'll be useful for going out 
to get us drugs, and running little errands... but I 
don't think you're any good for *this* anymore..." she 
slapped my ass to emphasize the point.

   " And you can always help out to entertain my 
friends and all that. "

   I whimpered as she continued. God, I needed an 
orgasm. I'd be able to think so much better once I 
wasn't so damned horny. Maybe then I'd be able to find 
a way out of...

   <slap>

   " Oh, I suspect you'll resist a little at first, 
seeing as you think you run things around here... but 
we'll keep training you. Ivy has already offered to 
apply the punishments when you disobey us. "

   She took another drag from the joint that was 
passing around the group, and blew the smoke in my 
face. 

   " But now I think I'm being a little bit rude. I can 
see that our client is getting impatient, and we're 
here, after all, to please the client. It doesn't seem 
fair. She's paying the bill for this session, and I've 
been hogging you all to myself. She seemed to really 
enjoy watching you lick my ass... maybe she would like 
to try out your tongue for a little while...?"

   She ? I thought...

   " Come on, Bren. Don't keep her waiting. She's been 
looking forward to having her asshole licked... she's 
been playing with herself in anticipation. "

   I had no pride left. Yes, I was an ass licker. 
Anything, I had told Andrea. Anything to further 
humiliate myself.

   Andrea led me on my hands and knees to the sofa, 
where for the first time, I touched the client. Her 
body was soft and responsive. Andrea held me by the 
hair, and positioned my face into her rear end.

   She scent of her flesh was striking. It reminded me 
of...

   ... rose petals.

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