Free Fem Dom by Tony Cane-Honeysett

dammit!
    Grabbing her cell phone, Tara dialed the number on the card. A female voice answered almost immediately.
    “Hello…”
    “Hi. Is this Mistress Krystal?”
    “…leave a message.”
    Hearing the flat tone of the voicemail message caught her off guard. Tara hung up abruptly. Did she really think someone in this line of work would pick up a call? No, that wouldn’t be very discreet at all. This woman was a pro. She’d have to be very circumspect with whom she spoke to on a phone line that might be tapped. After all, this service couldn’t possibly be legal.
    Tara spent the rest of the day surfing the web Googling one word after another all with the same theme – Mistress, Dominatrix, Fetish, Sado-masochism, BDSM - the list of terms seemed endless. She understood the basic concept of this sort of thing did but she wanted to know if actual sexual intercourse was involved. It was bad enough that she’d discovered Clem’s secret desire to be beaten and dominated by a strange woman but what was eating her up was whether his motivation was for the pain or for the sex. Or both. Either way, he had broken the trust between them and Tara was feeling betrayed.
    The web spilled its secrets to Tara. There were thousands of websites and blogs dedicated to bondage, domination, submission and masochism. Some of the pictures were hard for her to look at, as they were so graphic. Some of the videos she watched were painful to even listen to. But she wanted to know about this fetish of pain and humiliation and why so many people seemed to find it pleasurable. Tara had to understand why the man she thought she knew so well would go seeking what seemed such a strange sexual perversion. She continued to read a blog written by a Dominatrix who called herself Madame Magdalene….
    You know I’m talking to you. Mister macho. All strong and powerful. You have an insatiable desire to become a slave to a beautiful, arousing woman such as myself. Like all my male slaves, you desire to be punished, humiliated and exposed in intimate sessions for your deviant needs to really be fulfilled. You might appear to be in control of everything in your life, but to me, you are worthless. You do exactly as I tell you, no matter how belittling, how embarrassing, or how emasculated you might feel while performing such acts of sexual depravity. You are mine, to use, torment and tease and you will obey my every instruction.
    Tara soaked up the information on the screen. What was this freaky, warped world she had discovered? While it might seem alien to her, it obviously wasn’t to Clem.
    The more she read, the angrier she became. She felt an inner rage. Tara realized she could no longer trust this strange man she shared her life with. Had he been living a lie all this time? How long had this been going on? Was their marriage just a sham? Was this the reason their once exciting sex life was now non-existent? So many questions ran through Tara’s mind but the thought that Clem found her sexually inadequate was killing her. Clem was her dream man. He was everything to her, in and out of bed. Why would he jeopardize their marriage over this twisted, kinky shit?
    Looking up from her computer screen she glanced again at the picture of her and Clem laughing together on the pier at Santa Monica back when they were dating. Where was that man? That fun-loving, sweet-talking guy with the big smile and California tan? What had he become? What had happened to that relationship when everything was so wonderful and normal? Even back then when they had little money they still seemed to have everything. Now they were financially in great shape but it seemed they really had nothing after all.
    Tara continued to read, searching for the psychological reasons why anyone would seek out this type of behavioral weirdness. Much to her surprise, she began to learn that it was people in positions of power and authority who were more likely to enjoy being submissive. It seemed