0 comments/ 13122 views/ 1 favorites Mistress Turned By: Sascha_I In the dark room, music kicked in. A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the cold stone floor before her. Loud, thumping bass beats accompanied by symbols and electronic rhythms pulsed throughout the room that sent vibrations straight to her swollen pussy. The room smelled of cinnamon and violet. Jackie knew in this particular club that the tops could create a full scene with their bottoms through utilization of incense and a mixture of candles. Obviously, someone had been doing their homework since they'd focused on two of her favorite scents. Jackie lay on her stomach on a wooden table, spread eagled and filled with a smooth, huge cock that arched her hips upward, giving perfect access for anyone to come behind her and fuck her ass. Her chin rested on a padded leather headrest. She realized the wood split at her hips. Her legs were attached to boards that could swivel at the request of the top, thereby granting them access to whatever orifice they wanted to fuck. "Ugh." She was so not an anal sex person unless she wore the strap on. Her breasts swung freely between the two padded boards. The board was specifically designed so that someone could attach nipple weights or clamps to the breasts of the submissive. Or they could press the velvet covered board upwards so that pointed nipples brushed against the material to cause extra pleasure. Jackie struggled against the bonds but the leather cut into her flesh. She was naked except for the hair tie that held deep burgundy hair in a straight braid down her back. Sweat broke out on her brow. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed her here in the first place. The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind. "You'll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant's clothing would." Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees. Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded. Her pussy was wet when she walked into the room, it always was when she faced a man of his stature and had been given an opportunity to put him at her feet; his rightful place. Collin was a particularly odd submissive. He never came across as having those tendencies in the boardroom where he controlled the meeting with the charisma of the most skilled orator. Of course when she saw him here last week with that buxom redhead and he was on the opposite end of the leash than she'd expected, it made sense. Powerful man needs a release. She'd agreed to meet him and play with him for an hour. Seeing him down on his knees, she kept her composure about until Collin stood. He took her breath away. His full height towered over her by a good food. Barefoot, he was a solid wall of muscle, dressed only in black leather pants and a huge cloak that flowed over broad shoulders. In the florescent light, oil gave his skin a sheen that emphasized every muscle, nook and cranny over his well built frame. Dark lashes swept over perfect silver eyes that held no fear. His mouth had been a thin line though his lips were full, readily kissable if she so desired. She always had the desire to taste her submissives. His sheer size alone was an unfair advantage. But Jackie had her share of men his size and brought them to their knees, begging for her touch. Tonight however was different. The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her. She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder. The spark from the connection was instant when she touched him. Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she'd ever felt before. But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees. Instead, she was met with resistance. She retracted her touch. "I could leave." "You won't." He spoke as though the statement were fact. She huffed. Turning on her heels, she spun around and headed for the door to the room. One hand clamped down on her shoulders, pressing a thumb and forefinger into her neck. "You're here to learn to submit to your true nature, Jackie. Not to be a flake." Pressure on her neck forced sickness into her stomach. Her vision blurred. Then her world went blank. Opening her eyes wide for the first time, Jackie discovered she was able to move her head around enough to see they'd moved to a different room in the club. The light went out. Startled, Jackie sucked in a breath. Her nipples brushed against something that irritated the taut peaks into hard points and sent waves of pleasure through her. Rocking her hips onto the phallus, she clenched her muscles together in attempt to relieve the pressure in her pussy. It didn't help. The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across her clit with every movement she made. She raised her head in frustration. "Damnit!" The door behind her opened, calling her attention from her annoyance. Her head spun around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against the stone tiles. "Good evening." His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy. Just those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice was the only other thing in the room that vibrated against the walls and her body. His tone resonated deep within her body. She cried out. "Let me go. I'm a Mistress. This is not proper for me!" A hand caressed her calf. Jumping, she tensed but didn't move. A mistress had control over her body. Fingers crept further up the length of her calf. "Very nice, Jackie. You're a very gorgeous woman. Especially when you're trussed up like this." She strained harder against her restraints in effort to get him off her but it was no use. He had her bound so tight that the leather cut into her flesh. She felt heat pool around the affected areas. If she struggled more, she'd cut open flesh and bleed. Or cum. The stupid phallus irritated her with every attempt to move. "While a lesser woman would take the compliment, I'm demanding you release me. It's policy to—" A hand landed on her ass, echoing throughout the room and silencing her. Her head jerked up. She swore smoke fumed from her nose and her eyes had flames dancing in them. The hand caressed her backside. "I did not tell you that you could speak." Her body jerked and her breath hitched in her throat. Ire built inside her, pooling low in her belly and mixing with desire. "You don't tell me anything." SWAT! Five more spankings landed on her ass. Throwing her head back, she cried out from the sting. Heat radiated from her ass and made heat swirl around her belly. Her pussy clenched around the phallus in anticipation of more spankings. The man sighed heavily. He stood in front of her, waving a finger back and forth. "No more of this nonsense, Jackie. You are not a mistress anymore. You never were." The heavy beat of the music matched in tune with her heart beat but didn't slow the buildup of aggression rearing throughout her. "I never identified as anything less than a dominant." "See." he paused. A hand slapped her across the face, echoing loudly in the room. Heat burned from the sting of his hand. Blood rushed to her ears where his hand connected, warming the area instantly. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She sniffled but wouldn't acknowledge that he'd hurt her. "That was for disrespecting a command directly. If you're a mistress, you'd know better." Collin's tone was more than angry. It was time to shut down. She had no business in this place with this person unless she was on the giving end of punishment. Let him get his kicks first and then she'll leave with her dignity in tact. She sighed. "Fine. Let's get this over with." The man stepped out from her line of sight. "It's not something we're getting over with. It's an ongoing thing, training you to be the woman you're meant to be." Her mouth hung open at the sight of him. He'd removed his cloak and tossed it aside with a whoosh, revealing stomach muscles that were meant for nibbling on while she worked her way up his impressive chest with her mouth until their lips met and she shoved him down to his knees to satisfy her desire to subjugate. He took a step forward. Jackie looked up and down his frame until their eyes met. There was definitely something predatory about his gaze that reminded her of an animal on the prowl seeking prey. She swallowed the lump in her throat. This wasn't going to be easy. But she would steady her emotions and keep everything in check just like she'd been taught to do growing up. The memory of her mother doing her father's bidding constantly made for a painful one. She would not lose the control she had spent so much time mastering. The snap of fingers near her ear brought her back to reality. She looked at him. "Collin why are you—" Two fingers pressed against her lips. Jackie stifled the urge to bite his fingers. Those same digits traced the curve of her frown and caressed her chin. "You look so pretty tied up and helpless. I wonder," he paused and tapped her forehead. Jackie made an unladylike noise. Collin retracted his fingers. "How angry are we at the betrayal of our body?" Control. The word echoed in her mind repeatedly. Inhaling deeply, Jackie let out a slow breath. "I'm fine." Collin laughed. "Your eyes betray you. How aroused are we?" He disappeared from her view. The press of firm fingers along her spine made her arch her back into the board on which she was bound to, sliding the phallus deeper into her pussy. The extension pressed against her clit, forcing a small moan from her. She gritted her teeth. "I'm not aroused." "You lie." He didn't bother to be sweet. Two slender fingers dipped into the crevice of her ass. Jackie squirmed only to realize it was futile. Each movement brought her more in contact with the phallus, plunging it deeper into her and spreading her open. The stimulator on her clit rubbed harder against her nub sending tiny tremors through her. She wanted to scream, but kept repeating the word control in her mind. It seemed to steady her nerves. Jackie chose to focus on the pounding beat of the music thrumming through her body rather than the fact that he'd just slid his fingers inside her sopping cunt. "You're soaked." His hand splayed out over her cheeks while his thumb prodded her asshole. "Fine." She rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm wet. What are you going to do? Rape me?" Collin snorted. "As if I'd have to result to asinine behavior to get laid." He pulled his fingers from her. Her body cried out from lack of contact. Nipples puckered against the coarse grain of wood she lay on. Sweat began to form at her brow. Jackie scoffed. She heard a familiar sucking sound. "What do I taste like?" Her chin rose defiantly. "Perfect submission." He spoke as though it were a matter of fact. Jackie smirked. "What does that taste like?" Collin stepped in front of her again, setting his hands on his hips. He fixed his gaze on her, narrowing his eyes. Jackie couldn't see the colors of his eyes against the florescence. She simply saw the two beads and shadowed face. But she felt his presence. Powerful like a wolf protecting its pack, he resonated that power in him. How annoying. The one thing Jackie prided herself on was her ability to pick out other submissive men. Collin had approached her as one last week though he'd been at the end of a leash held by a very attractive, full figured redhead. She held pleasure in her eyes as did he at his disposition. And now he was lording himself over her like he was a god. Collin stepped back, his feet padding along the stone floor loud enough in the silence between the songs that she could tell that he wore no shoes. "Oh well. Time to begin your new training." Thumping bass kicked in a military staccato that reverberated throughout the room and through Jackie's body. Those little tremors from the phallus inside her sopping pussy increased. Her breasts rubbed against the wood and she cursed herself and her arousal. Glaring at Collin, she watched him walk away. The seductive sway of his hips pulled at something low in her belly. He retrieved something from the wall and brought it into the light. Her mouth dropped open. She saw the huge number of tails on the flogger. He swung it once through the air and it cut with a loud whoosh. A chill went up her spine in anticipation of where he'd strike her first. Collin walked back to her and disappeared from her sight again. She strained her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye just in time as the flogger landed on her ass with a loud slap. She screamed more from clitoral stimulation than the sting of buffalo hide warming her ass. She made an attempt to reach back and rub her ass but remembered the leather restraints pressing into her skin. The whoosh signaled he'd swung again. Before she could brace herself, the flogger landed on her thigh. Heat raced from her thigh outward. She didn't get time to recover before Collin brought the flogger down on her ass five more times on the one side. Her breathing became labored and tears stung the backs of her eyes. This didn't hurt, she reminded herself. She was in total control of her body and it's responses. Not him. The flogger came down on the other side of her ass, catching cold skin and shoving the phallus deep inside her pussy. "Do you like that?" She moaned in pleasure and agony. The tails of the flogger trailed lightly over her warm skin. Tingles raced up her body. The flogger came down again on her back. Jackie clenched her teeth, straining not to yell or come. She swore she had more control over her body than this, but the flogger swinging against her ass made her clench her muscles together around the phallus. Her hips arched upwards and down one last time before the sensation that had been building low in her body started to work its way throughout her limbs. The sound of the flogger hitting the floor alerted Jackie to a change. Crying out from not getting the release her body so wanted, she strained her neck to se Collin wearing an unmistakable smirk. Clapping his hands together, he walked towards her. Setting a hand on her thigh, he stroked her warmed flesh. She shivered. "Very nice." Collin ran a finger lightly up her calf and traced a pattern over the back of her thigh. She squirmed and tried to arch her hips into his touch, hopeful that he'd plunge his fingers or dick into her wet hole. "I like that you're responsive." His voice dropped a few notches. She felt the weight of his upper body against her ass and lower back, felt lips kiss and lick beads of sweat off her skin. He was warm, almost warmer than the redness in her skin from the flogging. Hot breath blew over her skin. Tender lips pressed into her backside. Jackie shivered against him, pushing her hips up to his mouth. This relieved some of the pressure against her clit. Sadly, his hand forced her down on the phallus. A scream tore from her throat as her orgasm hit. Her body shook and blood rushed throughout her body down towards her wanton hole. Lips quivered and thighs trembled as the first wave hit. Throwing her head back, Jackie cursed aloud open mouthed. Her eyes shut tightly and dropped her head against the padded leather headrest. The tremors passed after a moment. Tension fled from her body but she was still irritated. Glaring up at Collin, she saw the satisfied smirk on his lips. When had he moved to stand before her? "I see," his smile widened, "you're a slave to your body already. Good." She scoffed. "Has it been a long time?" His tone dropped when he spoke. The oily slickness of his voice caressed her body like a satin sheet, smooth and fluid. She refused to answer him. Sucking in a deep breath, Collin exhaled slowly. Stepping forward, he set a hand on Jackie's head. She tried to shake off his touch even though her body wanted more contact. Control, she whispered again to herself. Irritated, he grabbed her head harder and yanked her to his gaze. "You will recognize me as master before it's all over. But fight if you must." Jackie's eyes widened but she quickly forced a neutral expression over her face. She realized she was overpowered. Fine, as she said earlier, remain in control and get this over with. "What do you want from me?" Turning away from her, Collin walked towards the wall. "Your utter submission to your true nature. But," he spun around on one heel, "you'll fight me all the way I suppose. Which is fine. We've got time." Jackie wanted nothing more than to scream obscenities at him until she was hoarse but realized it wouldn't do any good. Just the mere thought of identifying as a submissive made her sick. But Collin seemed to have the patience of a saint. Damn him! And he'd made her cum too. Gritting her teeth, she looked at him angrily. "I am not a submissive." He stepped closer. An eyebrow rose. "Oh but you are. You're a liar and everyone around you knows it. The fact is Miss Jackie," he spat the words out with a modicum of blatant disrespect in his tone, "you're a liar and a submissive in denial." Struggling against her bonds, Jackie felt ire rise up in her. Bile burned the back of her throat at the way he'd spoken words she'd ignored for the longest time. Her father always treated her mother like a submissive. Submissive women were walked on, stepped on. Door mats. They were useless, powerless. Collin bent down so that they were eye to eye. His lips pursed into a thin line. His voice was a menacing monotone laced with knowledge of what he spoke. "Ever stop to think that all that control you hold onto so well is causing you pain?" "No. No!" She shouted the words at him in hopes that he'd hear her when they were only two inches away from each other. "No damnit no! I am not a fucking submissive." Collin stood up so fast and slapped her with the palm of his hand. The pain registered over her cheek before she realized what he'd done for the second time tonight. Tears stung the backs of her eyes again and threatened to fall down over her cheeks. She would not show him fear, nor would she show him tears. Those were reserved for when she was dead. And even then it was a stretch to see if she'd cry. Collin rolled his shoulders and relaxed his stance in front of her. She had trouble staying focused on him with the tears in her eyes. He drew in another long breath. "The hardest lessons for us to learn are usually the ones that are closest to the truth. I'm going to release you in a moment because I have other things to do than deal with whiny bitches." He walked around to her side where the flogger was and picked it up. Brushing it over her skin lightly, he fluttered the tails over her. Jackie's body responded to the softness of the pointed tips by breaking out in goose bumps. A cold shiver ran through her. He stood in front of her now, a wild stare in his eyes. She ground her teeth and glared menacingly at him. "Submission is not weakness. I've seen how you play with your submissives and you mistreat them, make them beg, bring out their true nature even as you abuse them. And yes," he knelt down in front of her, his brows knitted together in a straight line, "what you do is abuse. It may not be rape and torture type of abuse, but it's only giving them half of what they deserve." "They're not lovers for Christ's sake." "That's right." He gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back. Jackie's mouth hung open. His jaw ticked. He stared directly at her. "They're humans who come to you seeking fulfillment on some level. And you're only giving them half the equation. You're no better than a whore as far as anyone in the Scene is concerned. Think about it." Mistress Turned Slave Oh how the tables have turned Tonight had not begun just like I expected it to. Everything was perfectly in order. "Arrive at room 209. Remove everything you have. Sit in the chair provided with your back to the door. Do not turn around. " I sat with my back to the door. Completely naked as instructed. I already getting wet just thinking about what she was going to do to me. "How the tables have turned" I thought to myself as I mentally recalled all the times it had been me instructing my many pets to do exactly the same as I was doing now. My body stiffened as I heard the click of the key card in the door behind me, and the high pitched squeak as it swung on its hinges as it opened. She was here. It went against every instinct I had not to turn around, but I knew she would be disappointed, and I wanted so badly to make her proud of me. There was another squeak, and a click as the door shut softly behind her. The scent of her perfume already filling the air. There was a soft bang as she dropped her bag of tricks to the floor. "Well, well I am impressed." She purred as she padded across the room. I could feel her eyes on me, scanning every inch of my naked body. I could feel myself getting harder just thinking about what she would do to me. Then came the sound of a zip being undone and the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer. My body shuddered with anticipation. My nipples getting harder. "Are you excited slave?" "Yes I am." I replied, then without warning a hand grabbed my hair in a vice-like grip. "Address me properly slave. 'Yes I am; Miss' is the correct response. Now try again." "Yes I am Miss. Sorry Miss." "Better" she whispered in my ear, allowing her lips to gently brush over me. Her footsteps got further away again and I let out a breath of relief that I didn't realise I had been holding in. Until the clinking of metal made me inhale sharply once more. "Put your hands behind your back" she commanded, and I obediently obeyed. The feeling of cold metal on my wrists was all too familiar to me, but never had I been on the receiving end of it before. "Now slave. We're going to be playing some games today. Would you like that?" "Yes Mi-" I started but was made speechless as she walked in front of me in a skin tight lycra cat suit that clung so beautifully to every inch of every curve on her body. From her voluptuous buttocks to her pert breasts. "Yes Miss" I said quickly, sensing her irritation at me not addressing her properly again. She walked forwards, her hips swaying from side to side. I could feel myself getting wetter just watching her. "If you don't start addressing me properly first time slave, I'm going to have to punish you.......or would you like that? Hmmm? Would you like me to punish you?" She said staring deep into my eyes that were wide with anticipation. "Yes Miss. I think you should punish me." "At least we agree on one thing then slave." She disappeared behind me momentarily and the sound of her rummaging in her back ensued once more. My body practically tingling with excitement. She returned holding in her hand a sizeable pink vibrator with a bobbled shaft. "Spread your legs slave. It's time to teach you a lesson." I didn't hesitate and spread my legs immediately for her to see all of me, glistening with moisture and ready for her touch. "Well someone is excited" she said running her index finger the length of my pussy making me shudder as she brushed over my clit. She dropped to one knee in front of me and twisted the bottom of the vibrator causing it to buzz. "Hold still slave, and do not cum until I say you can cum. Understood?" "Yes Miss, understood." And with no warning she plunged the vibrator deep inside me, causing me to let a gasp of pleasure escape from my mouth. It was torture not being able to touch her, but the handcuffs prevented me still. My pussy starts to tighten around the nobbled shaft as I feel it brush my g-spot every time she pushes it further into me. I let a moan escape from my mouth again when I feel her thumb and forefinger clench around my nipple with a searing pain. "Show some self-control slave you're embarrassing yourself." It's taking everything I have not to let more moans escape. She pounds it into me faster and faster. "Please can I cum Miss?!" I almost scream, but before I can she withdraws it, leaving me on the edge of climax. She stands towering over me and whispers, "No you may not" with a wry grin spreading across her face. "You've got my toy all dirty slave. Clean it up!" she commands as she thrusts it into my mouth. I can taste myself on it, but feeling the throbbing in my nipple still I think better than to not obey and start to run my tongue around the tip of the vibrator, cleaning myself off it with each lick. "Very good slave" She purrs moving behind me to undo my cuffs. I have a brief moment of comfort before I feel her grab another handful of my hair and drag me up from the seat and shove me to the floor at the edge of the bed. She sits down in front of me and spreads her legs to reveal the cat suit is actually crotchless. I gasp as I notice she is just as wet for this as I am. "Do you like what you see slave?" "Yes Miss" "Would you like to taste it?" "Yes Miss" "Then go ahead slave, but if I am not satisfied I will have to punish you again." My attention is distracted momentarily by something in the corner of my eye. I see a whip next to her hand that she had undoubtedly placed there in preparation when she came in. She really knew what she was doing. I crawl closer to the edge of the bed my heart racing faster the closer I got. "I want you to look at me while you lick my pussy slave." I run my tongue the length of her clit and I look up to see her head thrown back. She had obviously been craving my touch as much as I had been craving hers. I start to lick faster and faster teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue and sucking it hard. I can her feel her getting wetter and warmer on my face. I watch as the rise and fall of her breasts gets faster and faster. "Use your hands as well slave" she commands and again I obediently behave and immediately slip two fingers deep inside her. Pulsing them against her g-spot in a come-hither motion. I feel her legs start to shake. She's getting closer. I thrust my fingers, faster, harder and deeper when suddenly her entire body stiffens and I feel a warm gush on my face. "Well done slave. You have quite a talent. Such talent should be rewarded." She says with a playful grin. "Get on the bed slave. All fours. Face away from me". "Yes Miss" I say excitedly. I have a million things running through my mind but she doesn't leave long to ponder as I catch her reflection in the window I see her stepping into a harness, with the biggest black strap on I have ever seen. She prepares it with some lube then climbs onto the bed behind me. I'm afraid I will cum as soon as she's inside me I'm so aroused! "Remember what I told you slave, you must ask to cum before you do" "Yes Miss" I reply, my voice trembling with anticipation. She grabs my hip with one hand and slowly guides herself into me with the other. I can feel her entering me slowly, inch by inch. I feel full with her all the way inside me as she starts to thrust in and out. I shut my eyes and enjoy the feeling of her shaft sliding in and out of me. She places her other hand on my other hip and pulls me back onto her. Hard. She spanks me harder and I cannot help but let a gasp of pure pleasure escape again. She pulls me back onto her harder and harder, and faster and faster. She reached forwards and grabs both shoulders pulling me up onto my knees so she can kiss and bite my neck and finger my clit as she fucks me from behind with her dick. "Do you like this slave?" the growls in my ear, giving it a quick nibble. "Oh yes Miss!" I shout "Are you going to come all over my cock slave?" "Yes Miss! Oh please Miss can I?! I need to cum all over your cock! Please!" I beg her "Very well slave you can cum now" "Thank you Miss!" She throws me forward on the bed and grabs both hips again pulling me back onto her cock, fucking me harder and faster than before. I can feel my pussy getting tighter and tighter, my face starts to flush. It's time. I can't hold it any more. I feel my body spasm and I let myself go completely. My body shakes like it never has before as I fall apart in her grip. She leans forwards and kisses me softly between my shoulder blades. "Very good slave. I'm pleased with you." "Thank you Miss" I reply breathlessly. "Now go and clean yourself up" she says, and gestures towards the bathroom. I disappear to clean myself up. My head still reeling from what had just happened. I'd never considered giving up my power before. Being called slave instead of mistress. But all I knew now was is that I couldn't wait to do it again. I had never felt so alive. Mistress Turned With that, he dropped her head and spun around on one heel. "You bastard," she struggled against the bonds, ire coursing through her at being called a whore. "You fucking coward, come back here and free me. Then tell me I'm a whore!" The door behind her opened. "It's better for you to come find me when you're ready to begin training and start giving. You'll know where to find me." He sounded angry. What a fool. She was the one who had a right to be pissed. She'd just been called a whore and told that she abuses her submissives. That guy's a jerk. "Fucking asshole!" She screamed at nobody in particular. Just like that, the restraints eased. Blood circulated to her extremities, returning feeling she wasn't aware she'd lost. Her skin tingled like a million needles had been pressed into her flesh at various points. She cried aloud in frustration. A chill ran through her. When she felt she could move again, Jackie slid off the table, aware that the phallus had been slicked in her cream. She knew someone would come in and disinfect the entire room to protect against disease but she almost wished she could do it herself just to busy her mind and chase away the nonsense Collin had left her with. "Fuck!" She slid off the table and found her clothes folded in a neat pile by the door. Skirt, boots, panties, corset and a note had been left atop a towel. Rose petals had been strewn about her clothes and the note. Touching her thighs, calves and ass, she still felt the burn of the flogging she'd endured earlier. She was still in one piece. Her nipples were hard little peaks that had been irritated on the velvet padding beneath the table she was on. She glanced back at the table and then down at her clothes. Heaving a sigh, she straightened her shoulders and struggled to find her pride. She would not walk out of here a submissive. Nor would she let anyone see her marked thighs though she knew she'd be sore in the morning. "Ugh," she clenched her fists and looked at the floor. She still had to deal with Collin tomorrow in the office. Since they were coworkers of sorts, she'd have to see him at some point. Taking one last look around the room, Jackie leaned against the wall to steady herself. Picking up the towel, Jackie wrapped it around her, covering her breast and hips. The towel barely reached the tops of her thighs and if she bent over, the entire world would get a show of her still slick pussy. A quick shower and several minutes later, Jackie had been dressed and heading back to her estate. Tomorrow was another day. She hadn't bothered to read the note but instead stuffed it inside her duffel bag that housed her numerous toys for club night. When her head hit the pillow, she passed out from sheer exhaustion of the evening. Her body hit the softness of her bed like a lead weight. All of the pressure from Collin's biting words would not keep her up. No ma'am.