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I wasn't sure if I
should take that as a compliment or an insult, but I was happy about
it, none the less. It would have been strange calling her Miss all
day, minding my p's and q's as if she was my Domme. That's what you
were supposed to do when your Dom handed you off to another Dom or
Domme for temporary keeping.

“
How
did you meet Damien?” I asked.

“
We
met at a munch. It was my first time stepping into the BDSM world. Up
until that point, all of my boyfriends had been vanilla, and I was
craving a bodice ripper type romance. I really didn't know what I was
doing there.

“
But
then I saw Damien. And when we slept together for the first time, I
became addicted. I'm sure you understand what that's like.” She
gave me a knowing look.
“
Anyway,
it wasn't long after that he took me under consideration.”

I waited for her to
continue, but she didn't. While I was upset that she'd ever been with
him at all, I was a bit curious as to what had happened between them.

“
What
made you switch sides?” I questioned. “I mean, going from
being a submissive to a Domme is a pretty big change.”

“
It
was.” She grinned. “I always had issues being a
submissive. Even though I loved Damien and wanted to please him, I
seemed to have trouble giving over full control. You see, I've always
been a bit sexually aggressive, which is one of the reasons I got
into BDSM in the first place. I wouldn't say I enjoy the norm in the
bedroom. I like my fair share of pain. Biting and spanking and
whipping. But I like dealing it too, and that was something I
couldn't do while I was Damien's submissive.

“
He'd
tolerate the occasional biting and scratching, but when I'd get too
intense with him, he'd stop our play sessions and send me to the
corner. Even though the sex was amazing, I just felt like something
was missing.

“
Then
we went to a play party, and I saw the Domme's with their male
submissives. I was so turned on watching them beat their men. They
could do anything they wanted to those guys, and they'd just sit
there and take it. Needless to say, it wasn't long before I figured
out I'd probably enjoy doing the same.

“
I
wanted to experiment with Damien, but he strictly forbade it, so I
swallowed my dominant tendencies for a while longer. When we were
together, I tried my hardest to be the perfect submissive. But when
we were apart, I found myself researching being a Domme. I even
befriended one and had her show me the ropes.

“
Damien
started noticing a change in me. I just wasn't as happy as I was in
the beginning. Finally, we sat down and talked about it. He said he'd
release me and allow me to go try out being a Domme, and if I didn't
like it, I could come back.

“
I
never came back,” her words sounded somehow sad, though she
didn't seem to regret her decision. After all, she was still a Domme.

“
Did
you still see Damien after you became a Domme?” I asked.

“
For
a while. It was hard in the beginning. The first submissive I had, I
didn't know what in the hell I was doing. I'm horrible at controlling
people in the longer term, and that made me confused and doubt
myself. I'd find comfort in Damien's arms, only for a night or two.
And then I'd remember what it was like to be his submissive, and I
knew I didn't want that either.

“
It
took almost a year before I figured out I wasn't cut out to own my
own submissive. That's when I started offering scene services as a
Dominatrix. I've been happy ever since.

“
I
get to abuse a variety of men, and I get paid for it. They get off. I
don't have to put out. And when I'm done with them, I send them on
their merry way. I don't have to worry about bossing them around day
in and day out. It works well for me.”

“
I
had wondered if you had a submissive of your own, since I never saw
anyone with you at the munch or the two parties,” I said.

“
No,”
she sighed. “There are several of my clients who would very
much love for me to take them on, but I'm not ready for that type of
commitment, and I don't know if I ever will be.”

“
If
you don't have a submissive, then what do you do for sex?”

“
I
have some clients that will let me have my way with them. At the end
of the day, men are men, and they have base needs. The unwed ones are
more than happy to provide a service to me in return for my service
to them.”

“
That's
rather convenient.”

“
It
is.”

I tried to imagine
what it would be like to have sex with a variety of men. One would
never get bored. That's for sure.

“
Don't
you worry about STDs?” I asked.

“
No.
I make all of my clients routinely get tested. And I always make them
wear protection. You can never be too careful.”

“
Yeah.”

It wasn't much
longer before we arrived at our destination. To my surprise, it was a
furniture store tucked away near the cheer studio where Damien and I
had first had sex. Danica pulled around to the back where we were
greeted by a friendly older gentleman. I stayed inside the car,
watching in the rear-view mirror while a group of men loaded the
Saint Andrew's cross into the bed of her truck. It looked heavy—too
heavy for the two of us to handle. Danica signed some paperwork, and
then we were back on the road again, presumably heading towards her
house.

“
They
wrapped it up well,” I commented. The thing was covered in so
much bubble wrap and tape that there was no way to tell what it was
just by looking at it.

“
John
likes to be discrete with this type of stuff, even though most people
would have no idea what it is,” she replied.

“
Are
you sure we're going to be able to move that thing?”

“
We
should be able to. I have a dolly, so that should help.”

“
What
if we can't move it?”

“
I
have a client coming this afternoon. And while I hate to ask such
things of clients, I'm sure he'd help move it in.”

Now I felt oddly
guilty. Perhaps I should have let Damien come after all. This
definitely looked like a job for a man.

When we pulled into
Danica's driveway, I was surprised to see that she didn't live in a
mansion. It was just a normal house in a normal middle-class
neighborhood. There was no circular driveway. No fountains. It was
kind of nice to know not all BDSM people were extravagantly rich.

As soon as we got
out of the truck and went around to start pulling the Saint Andrew's
cross off the bed, it quickly became apparent that it was more than
we could handle. The thing felt like it weighed a ton, and by the
time we got it lowered onto her driveway, we were both out of breath.

“
Holy
crap. How much does this thing weigh?” I asked, feeling a
burning in my lungs from over exertion.

“
I
think he said it weighs close to a hundred and fifty pounds.”
Danica leaned against the truck.

“
How
are we going to get it into the house?”

“
I
figured we'd go through the garage. My dungeon is the first room to
the right.”

I followed her
through the garage and up into her house. When she opened the door to
her dungeon, my mouth about dropped to the floor. For as small as the
room was, it was packed with BDSM stuff. There was already one Saint
Andrew's cross pressed against the far wall, so I wondered why she
needed another one. On both sides of it, lining the walls, were
multiple racks. One had various handcuffs, another had paddles,
riding crops, and floggers. There was also a small clothing rack with
costumes, and a set of shelves with all sorts of lube.

“
Where
are we going to put it?” I asked.

“
I
thought I would put it in the corner for now, but now that I'm
looking at things, I'm not sure it will fit. We best put it in the
living room. I had planned on taking the Saint Andrew's cross and
bondage table out. John designed it so that it's an all-in-one. It
can adjust between being a table and a cross, thus saving space. I
saw him demonstrate how it works, but I'd like to mess with it for a
bit before I actually use it with a client.”

“
How
heavy is the other stuff?”

“
Not
as heavy as the new cross.”

“
Do
you want me to help you get that other stuff out of the dungeon first
then?”

“
We
need to at least get the new cross into the garage. I don't want it
sitting out in the front yard unattended.”

“
Alright.”

Danica got the
dolly, and we struggled to put the behemoth of a cross on it. It took
slow careful movement to bring it up her driveway, with Danica doing
most of the work. I felt absolutely useless, guiding her and making
sure the thing didn't fall over. By some miracle and a lot of muscle,
we were able to push it over the small lip where the garage met the
driveway. Almost as soon as it was inside, she set it down,
surrendering to the idea of letting her client do the rest of the
work.

After that, we went
into her dungeon and moved the old Saint Andrew's cross into the
spare bedroom. She said it would eventually end up in the shed behind
her house, but she wanted to wrap it first so the moths and rats
couldn't get to it. It was fairly light, and we were able to move it
with ease.

“
Water?”
she asked when we were done.

“
Yeah.
That would be great.”

Danica went to the
kitchen, and I wandered back into her dungeon, looking around
curiously. There were so many strange things in there, and I couldn't
help but wonder how long it had taken her to collect them all. She
had enough gear to stock a small store. It must have cost thousands
upon thousands of dollars to amass so much stuff. And I wasn't even
sure I wanted to know how much the new Saint Andrew's cross cost. Did
she make enough money to pay for it all from being a Dominatrix?

“
It's
small, but it works,” Danica said, startling me as she walked
up with two bottles of water.

“
It's
nice.” I smiled, taking one.

“
My
clients think it is, and that's all that matters. Then again, there
really aren't many practicing Dominatrices in the area. If I recall
correctly, there's only one other, and I've never met her. So, most
of them don't have anything to compare it to.” She paused for a
moment,
“
Would
you like to see?”

“
See
what?”

“
One
of my sessions.”

“
I
saw a Domme with her sub at the play party.”

“
My
sessions are different. I think you'd find it fascinating.”

I hadn't really
considered it before. Watching the scene between the Domme and her
sub at the play party had piqued my interest, but once the party was
over, I had thought nothing more of it.

“
I'm
not sure if I'm really into that,” I said finally, too
embarrassed to admit I was curious.

Danica sighed,
“Well, if I take you back to Damien now, I'll really be cutting
it close. It took longer than expected for John to get the cross
loaded, and even longer for us to move everything around. I'd hate to
make my client wait, so I hope you don't mind staying a bit longer. I
think he'd let you watch, but if you don't want to, you could always
just hang out in the living room and watch television.”

The corners of my
mouth sulked. It was bad enough that I had to hang out with her at
all. Now she wanted me to stay longer.

Then again, I hadn't
really been much of a help. She probably would have done just as well
without me. Feelings of guilt made me submit.