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“You look perfect, love,” he said, his lips kissing the back of my shoulder blade as his praise washed over me. I glanced in the mirror across the room, taking in my overall appearance. From head to toe I looked like the real-life version of Jessica Rabbit — only in black lace instead of a red sparkling gown.
My eyes caught Jamie’s in the mirror’s reflection, his smile shining with all the love in the world as he held my black trench coat open for me.
“Have fun tonight,” he said as I turned to him, kissing his lips gently as I buttoned and then tied the coat around my form.
“I will see you later. I love you.” My promise rang true and was echoed by him as I left the room, walking down the stairs and to the garage to my car. As I pulled out of our driveway, heading away from our perfect little house in our perfect little town and our perfect little life, I couldn’t help but ponder the truth of it all.
That was the funny thing about secrets, in the end. After living them for long enough, you never knew which version of your life was the real one.
CHAPTER2
“Beg.”I watched as my submissive, Bex, opened her pretty lips, her eyes widening in a combination of lust and surprise. Why it surprised her, I didn’t know. Humiliation and degradation were high on her list of kinks. She lived for this. Her panties soaked at the thought of being used and debased.
“Lady Luxe, please. I’m begging you. Please!” Her words were enticing, to be sure, but it wasn’t enough. I pushed the toe of my heels against her shoulders as she knelt before me, shoving her back with a gentle kick before crossing my legs once more. I sat in a velvety, wing-backed chair, much like a queen on her throne. And with every ounce of haughtiness included.
“You call that begging? Pathetic little slut. Again, but this time actually try, or you will not get a taste of my pussy the next three times we scene.” My words had the desired effect as I watched her tremble and her face fell into a moment of despair. An instant later, that look changed to one of determination. The girl fell down to the floor, her knees spread wide and her arms stretched out in front of her on the floor as she paid homage to her Mistress. And that’s exactly what I was. Lady Luxe, Mistress Divine.
“Lady Luxe, commander of my body and my sex, please allow me the pleasure of tasting you, of giving you pleasure with my body and my tongue. Please, Lady Luxe. I will do anything to please you. Name it and it is yours. Command me, and I shall bend to your will,” she said fervently. I watched the crowd that had gathered around us. My scenes tended to pull a rather voracious group of spectators, and tonight was no exception.
“That’s more like it, my slutty little Bex.” My praise washed over her. The tension eased from her shoulders as I spread my legs wide, hooking each knee over an arm of the chair and opening myself to her. The silk of my stockings led up my thighs to the belted garter with nothing beneath them, as I had left my panties in my bag before the scene had even begun.
On her knees, she crawled towards me, her lips finding the silk-covered skin of my inner thighs as she kissed her way up to my pussy. My fingers threaded through her wild mass of curls, clenching and winding around the strands until I could yank her head back. Her eyes met mine and then quickly lowered.
“Good girl.” She couldn’t help but blush at my praise. My hand held her head still, fingers twisted in dark, curling tresses while I grabbed her face with my other hand. I grabbed her hard enough that her face scrunched together awkwardly, and all the while she obeyed, her eyes stayed lowered. “Tell me once more how badly you want to taste my cunt, bratty little slut.”
“You taste like sweet, musky honey, Lady Luxe. I crave it. I crave you. But I crave obeying you more.” Her words fueled my lust like gasoline on a fire. My thumb ran over her lower lip roughly.
“You want to taste me so badly you almost licked my thumb just now, didn’t you, slutty Bex?” I whispered, teasing her with my words just as much as I was in my denial of what she wanted most.
“Yes, Lady Luxe,” she answered, her words mumbled through her scrunched up mouth that I still held in my grasp.
“Beg once more. You’re so pretty when you beg, sweet thing.” I chuckled as I spoke, degrading her further. I could smell her arousal as she redoubled her pleading, and it made me wet with my own desire at the moment. “Excellent. Now, be a good girl and get to work,” I said, releasing my grip on her face and on her hair. She quickly leaped into action, burying her face between my thighs. I felt her breathe in my scent before her lips touched my slit.
“That’s it, my little slut. Lick and suck until I cum.” My words were more a purr than actual speech as she did exactly that — her tongue and lips working wonders over my pussy until my legs were nearly shaking with impending orgasmic bliss.
My hand reached to the side of the chair, where a bag of implements and toys hung affixed to the curved top of the wing-backed chair. I pulled out a slender-tipped crop, letting the soft leather glide over the ridges of her spine as I worked it down her body in titillating strokes.
Thwack!The crop came down over the curve of her hip, from the side, with a quick flick of my wrist.
“Fuck.” I could feel more than hear her curse against my wet folds.
“Focus, Bex.” I felt her murmured response against my pussy as her tongue slipped between my folds, flicking over my clit with a practiced ease. My wrist flicked and twisted, bringing the crop down across her curves in swift, repeated movements as her skin turned from its normal tawny shade to a beautiful pinkish hue.
Her fingers spread my lips open, her lips wrapping around my swollen nub as she sucked and grazed her teeth against the sensitive flesh. I shivered, tingling with the beginning vestiges of orgasm as I held myself back, focusing on the pain I was inflicting on my willing submissive.
I paused my actions, moving the crop back to its place as my eyes scanned the crowd. Mostly, the normal audience gathered, with only one or two unfamiliar faces in attendance. My other two submissives, Christopher and Thomas, were both eyeing us with lust-filled gazes. Christopher looked to be nearly salivating at the scene we displayed.
“Enough.” I grasped her by the hair once more, pulling her mouth away from my pussy with a sharp jerk, her gasp of pain and surprise music to my ears. I dragged her back, standing from my chair and dragging her towards the spanking bench that was placed in the middle of the scene space.
She hissed and cursed under her breath as I yanked her along.
“Such a needy little cunt, wanting to only lick and lap at my pussy. You think you deserve that kind of reward? You’re nothing but a filthy little brat. If you want the honor of my orgasm, you’ll have to fucking earn it,” I said, shouting my words so that the crowd could hear them easily, fanning the flames of her degradation into an inferno. I would bet she was dripping onto the floor in response. She lived for that kind of humiliation, and I was more than happy to give it to her.
She positioned herself on the bench, my hand still in her hair, holding her in a vise grip as she winced and hissed.
“Ass up, slut. Show your holes off to all these people watching.” My words spat out at her as I sneered. It was all I could do to keep the smirk off my face. My fingers slipped down the crack of her ass and into her folds, collecting the glistening wetness I found there. “Jesus, you’re sopping wet. Such a needy little cunt, dripping for all these people watching. How fucking pathetic.”
I pulled my hand away, moving my fingers to her mouth before shoving them inside.
