Free From Leather to Lace by Jasmine Hill Page A

circle to that evening and a particular client that was causing her anxiety—Mr X.
    She had noticed yesterday that Mr X had booked another Friday evening session. Even though she had told Mr X she wouldn’t agree to another session with him, she hadn’t in fact mentioned anything to Madam Boudica. After some reflection, she had decided that another session with Mr X could provide an interesting diversion. After all, Mistress Kitty was a Dominatrix and it would take more than a challenging client to put her off her game.
    When she had asked Madam Boudica about Mr X she had merely replied that Mistress Kitty had once again been requested specifically and that he wouldn’t accept anyone else.
    Kitty had managed to push thoughts of him aside but as the evening loomed closer she couldn’t help but think about him. She recalled their last session and she felt a fluttering of desire as she remembered his hard body and the feelings that he had evoked in her, and consequently she was more than a little nervous about their impending session that evening. However, she determined to keep the upper hand this time around as it wouldn’t do her reputation as a Dominatrix any favours to have a client get the better of her. Checking her watch, she headed out of the door and downstairs to meet Monty who would drive her the short distance to Fantasy.
     
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    Mistress Kitty had just finished her third session for the evening and was in her dressing room reapplying her makeup before Mr X’s session. She was rather tired and hoped fervently that Mr X would behave himself and act like the submissive he was supposed to be. She didn’t think that she was up to a sparring match. Donning her mask, she took one quick look in the mirror and, satisfied with her appearance, she left her dressing room and headed to the dungeon.
    Mr X was waiting for her and, like last time, the sight of him took her breath away. He definitely had one of the best bodies that she had seen on a man—in fact, he was uncannily similar in build to Maxwell, which gave her a sudden sense that he seemed familiar. Then just as quickly the sense of familiarity disappeared. Warily she stepped over the threshold and faced Mr X. She thought she could detect a narrowing of his eyes beneath the mask he wore as his gaze travelled the length of her body.
    “Something doesn’t please you, Mr X?” she purred.
    “I am very pleased,” he replied. “What man wouldn’t be when your assets are so temptingly on display?”
    Smiling slyly, Mistress Kitty drew her whip up and, with a flick of her wrist, expertly sent it whistling through the air with a loud crack.
    “Intimidation tactics now, is it?” he asked mockingly.
    “I’m merely warming up,” she snapped as she stepped towards him. Quickly she spun him around to face the wall, then grasping one of his arms, then the other, she locked the wall manacles securely around his wrists. She paced back and kicked each of his legs apart until they were level with the floor shackles and stooping quickly, she swiftly secured him by each ankle until he was fastened in a star-shaped configuration.
    “No resistance this time, Mr X?” she asked, surprised that he had so willingly allowed her to shackle him.
    “I’d like to see Mistress Kitty in action,” he replied drily. “Do your worst.”
    “Confirm the safe word,” she demanded.
    “Red.”
    She further asked him to confirm the words and actions that would determine how much force she would use. When she was satisfied that he remembered all the instructions she prepared to begin.
    “Are you ready for my whip, Mr X? You were a very naughty boy last session,” she said, snapping her whip for emphasis.
    Stepping forward, she ran the handle of the whip hard down the middle of his back, stopping just above the waist of his leather pants. She couldn’t help but admire the way the rigid plane of his back and shoulders rippled deliciously under her touch.
    She looped the