Madam Dupéré

I find I find my submissive waiting for me outside of Room 2. Judging a book by its cover, he's a slightly out of shape office worker who's either unhappy married or divorced. Either way, his sex life is lacking the spice that I'm about to provide.

"You must be John?"

"Yeah."

"Ready?"

"Yes Miss."

"Madam Dupéré, to you."

"Yes Madam."

I smirk at his submissive tone, before leading him into the room. What was once a living room is now a BDSM enthusiast's wet dream, with crimson walls. The couch remains. To the couch's right is a St. Andrews Cross, and to the left is a spanking bench. On the roof is support for various forms of rope play.

"To the cross." I say.

"Yes Madam."

My client walks towards the cross.

"Now get naked."

John begins to remove his clothes as I put my bag down. Once I've opened it, I look to see he's only just removed his shirt.

"Hurry up."

"Sorry Madam."

I watch as he continues to strip naked, revealing his stiff manhood. With my submissive naked, I grip my flogger and say "Face away from me, I don't want to see your bourgeoise face."

"Yes Madam."

John does exactly as he's told. I proceed to cuff his limbs to the cross. With my submissive in position, I ask "That too tight?"

"No Madam."

I proceed to put on the half mask. "You remember the safe word?"

"Fugazi."

"Good. At least you're not a completely mindless office drone."

"Thank you Madam."

I let him hang for a second and let him wonder. Many think BDSM is about going to the extremes right away, but I've always found being dynamic is what really gets a thrill. To make one question what is about to happen. To have them off-kilter and unsure exactly what you have in mind, right before the first blow lands, mine being a flogger slapping his ass. John winces as I continue to flog him for a few seconds.

"That what you deserve?" I growl through my half mask.

"Yes Madam."

"You like being told what to do, don't you wage ****?" My flogger brushes against his right asscheek.

"Yes Madam."

I give him one more flog on the left cheek before working his back over for a few seconds. Once satisfied by submissive has been punished enough, I go for my next toy. As I rummage around the bag, I think of what toy to grab next. I decide to bring the paddle out to play and walk back towards my sub. As I run the paddle down his spine, I say "Ready for more?"

"Yes Madam."

"Good."

I give him a hard slap on the right cheek, that makes him jolt as he winces once more.

"That's what you want, isn't it?"

Before he can reply, I slap the left cheek, the sound of which echoes throughout the room.

"To be controlled."

I slap the right cheek again.

"Isn't it wage ****?"

The paddle crashes into his right cheek once more, before I pause.

"Answer me."

"Yes Madam."

I slap his left cheek this time. "Giving into me is easier than giving in to your corporate overlords, isn't it?"

"Ye-argh." He growls as I spank his left cheek again. Both of his cheeks are tomato red now. Time to give him bit of a break. At my bag, I pull out both my flogger, and my crop. Back behind John, I rub his back with the flogger.

"Ready for more?"

"Yes Madam."

That's when I strike his left ass cheek with the crop.

"Ahh... Fuck."

"Language." I smack his other cheek.

"Sorry Madam..."

"How many letters does the word 'fuck' have?"

"Four."

"Then that's how many strikes you have to take."

True to my word, I give him every strike, and he takes it. Granted, he takes each one with a cry of pain, but he takes it nonetheless. The worst part of it is his submissive whimpers are turning me on. He's not exactly my type, but if it weren't against the rules, I'd probably let him fuck my brains out right about now.

"That's enough for tonight." I say.

"Yes Madam. Thank you." John replies.

After I remove his restraints, John gets dressed and sits on the couch to relax for a few minutes. As soon as he leaves, I wash up the play area and pack up my bag.