It’s my high school idol!

I cannot believe it, it’s Dominatrix Neira! I remember how 10 years ago I masturbated to her movies. She tortured girls to tears, broken them and finally made them beg for more – all of this was so erotic… She’s my Guru, she practically set the way I would live my life. And here she was, her son murdered by my targets… Oh, so many way I could exploit it. No. So many ways how I WILL exploit it. Beatrice Kluever, my idol, will be mine.

I have to deal with Caroline and her friends. Time for them to start paying for their sins. Heh, now I feel like an avenger of justice, a dark hero. I quickly checked information I had on her friends. Unsatisfied I ordered a research of them their families, friends, neighbors and teachers. if I were to act I would to do so blindly. I will be prepared when I shall deal with them.

Time to speak with Beatrice. Finding her was easy, she spends most of her time in her flat, mourning. I entered her home without knocking. I took Sharon with me. Knowing my youth idol, she could have some nasty reactions.

Beatrice is 40 years old attractive woman. She has shoulder-length hair braided into dreadlocks, nice face, nice and shapely pair of breasts. Her skin pigment was… well, she looked black like a night.

“Welcome, Mrs Kluever, or should I say Mrs Neira.” I started, she showed very little reaction on her dom name. Just enough to indicate she recognized it. “I have an offer for you.”

“Whatever your selling I’m not interested. Leave.” She stated not interested with tired dull voice. She must have cried much. I frowned. She’s broken. It’s not the state I want her to be in. I will have to show my cards much earlier than I wanted.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure that you will be interested in what I can offer you.” I stated while grabbing a sound recorder from my purse and played it.

‘No! Please stop!’ a voice of her son sounded.

‘Ha! Look at little dick! I wonder how much more of **** he…’ I stopped a recorder before one of his tormentors could finish sentence.

Moment later Beatrice was upon me, strangling me. After very long 5 seconds, Sharon freed me and pinned woman to floor. It took me a while to gathered myself.

“I will fucking kill you, you murderer!” She snarled.

I slapped her, then grabbed her hair.

“I accidently stomp upon your son murderers, come her giving you chance for **** and that’s thanks that I get!?”

That seemed to calm her.

“Who are they?” she asked calmly

“I will tell you, for a price.”

“What do you want?”

“You. Everything you have, everything you are. Your complete loyalty and obedience. And before you ask -why should you- let me tell you, why. You have nothing left. Your son was everything to you. Without him, you have nothing left but a vengeance – vengeance I can give you. So you can either live your life without target in your life, hoping for police to find guilty party and give them ‘justice’… or swear yourself as my **** and bring your vengeance to guilty with your own hands. I will even give them, to you, when I’m finished with them. All I need is proof of your allegiance.”

“…What do you want me to do? Kill someone?”

“…That’s actually a good thought. What? Do you have something to lose?”

“If you can give me the murders of my little boy, I will swear my undying allegiance to you. I don’t care what you will make me do, or what you will do with me. As long as you allow me my vengeance…” She said looking straight into my eyes. I knew then that she was my.

“I will be in touch. In mean time, plan your **** session for your victims. And when you’re done with them… I know some hells to send them to, so they suffer more. Just make sure that, when you are finished with them, they appear fuckable enough.” I said as I left. Time to take care of little, stupid bitches. None fucks with my idol!