Continued from: Non-derogation Clause
As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my Facility, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The scent of leather and the faint echoes of past sessions hung heavy in the air, a warming reminder of the countless hours I had spent within these walls, dominating and correcting adult men and women from all walks of life.
With Cassandra and Carley somewhere in Europe, and Summer still working as a flight attendant, the responsibility of managing the Facility and its clients, fell squarely on my shoulders once again. A bittersweet smile played on my lips as I looked at the picture Cassie had sent me from Budapest - her dark features underscored by the city's iconic architecture, her eyes sparkling with the joy of newfound love.
Her absence left a void not only in my heart, but in the daily operations of the Facility. It was more than just a fetish studio; it was a sanctuary, a haven for folks to escape, where they could safely and consensually explore the farthest reaches of their desires. Cassandra, once just my receptionist booking appointments, later rose to the rank of a Goddess Dominatrix, and was instrumental in creating these experiences for my clients. I needed to fill this void once again.
Two weeks ago the girls were in Prague, embarking upon their extended honeymoon. They treated me to a rather...ahem...spicy little selfie from their hotel room, where I noticed Carley appears to have been collared by my little Cassandra.
Maybe lay off the weed a little bit, you two. You look stoned...
Prague, with its Gothic architecture and rich history, provided the perfect setting for explorations of a darker nature. Cassie would text me and regale me with tales of underground clubs, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and latex, where the crack of whips and muffled cries formed a symphony of sensual delights.
Cassie's descriptions of Europe's kink scene were nothing short of breathtaking - elaborate bondage apparatus that push the boundaries of human endurance, public displays of submission that blur the lines between art and BDSM. Through it all, one thing became abundantly clear: Cassandra had found her element. Her dark enthusiasm was oozing through her messages to me.
She spoke of these European city's embracing the heavier aspects of BDSM with a fervor that was both inspiring and slightly concerning. The extreme punishments, the elaborate tortures scenarios - these were elements that had always existed on the fringes of my Facility, but hearing Cassie's firsthand accounts brought them into sharp focus. I just hope she is being safe about it all. The last text exchange I had with her, she and Carley were in Belgium.
From their hotel room, they sent me a selfie with some ridiculous dude in the background. He was bound and ring-gagged, his mouth forced open in an obscene manner, gaped and ready to accept god knows what. It appeared to me that he was a sissy already, or the girls got their hands on him and forcibly feminized him.
Either way, I hope this fellow knows what he's getting into.
I responded to her selfie with a "LOL"...followed by a, "who the eff is that?!"
The petulant Cassandra ended up just snapping another photo and sending it to me with the caption, "say hello to Alice," with two eggplant emojis behind it. 🍆🍆
Young people who communicate via symbols, does that mean they're both going to fuck this guy, the eggplants?
Kids these days, with their emojis! I dunno. Either way, Alice...whoever you are...I hope you know what you've just signed-on for!
I just shook my head and set my phone aside, re-contemplating the need for a new receptionist / assistant. My thoughts inevitably drifted to Mandy, the delectable soccer mom who had recently begun frequenting the Facility. She was one of those clients I really looked forward to seeing, her deep submissiveness and eagerness to please was a perfect cocktail for the role Cassandra once held in her earlier days.
I've seen Mandy in her nursing scrubs...cute.
But the mental image of her clad in form-fitting professional attire, sent a shiver of delight through my body. Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by tailored dress pants and pencil skirts, would undoubtedly prove irresistible to the chastity boys, as she "checks them in" to the Facility.
The thought of her juicy bum, encased in grey tweed...delicious!
As I weighed the possibilities, I found myself growing increasingly excited about the prospect of brining Mandy on board, even though she now has a unique relationship with Sarah Jane. Though neither woman identified as lesbian, the bond they shared through their own submission was intense, a friendship and lust for each other that defied conventional labels.
I don't think Sarah has chosen to collar Mandy as her official sex slave, yet; she has her hands full with Russell for now. Plus, that may complicate things if I decide to offer Mandy the job at the Facility. I had better get my hands on Mandy before Sarah does. Sorry, darling.
I had witnessed the electricity that crackled between these two during their recent sessions, the way Mandy's body responded to Sarah's touch as if it was a finely tuned instrument. I know that Sarah intends on including Mandy in her sessions with Russell, forcing him to watch and twitch in his cock cage as she fucks her right in front of him. Awesome move, girl!
Maybe the blossoming chemistry between Sarah and Mandy is a direct result that they haven't bound themselves to formal titles or collaring ceremonies. Their bond seems more pure and innocent, rather than the rigid roles that BDSM can often create.
Brining Mandy on board would not only benefit the Facility but would also provide her with a new avenue for growth and discovery. Under my guidance and mentorship, who knows, maybe she'd become a Dominatrix one day? I do have a knack for empowering women and letting them see the beauty of the Goddess that remains hidden beneath. The work of art was always there, like a sculptor, I just smoothed out the rough edges.
Mandy the Dominatrix, can you imagine that? Apparently her bum already "won the internet", as a fan once remarked. Could you imagine kneeling before this?
Well...I think I've talked myself into this one, an easy decision. It's time to tell sweet Mandy to update her resume!
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: The Librarian
