0 comments/ 24342 views/ 1 favorites The Ringmaster Ch. 01 By: velvetpie Daniel Matthew Morganson strode down the hallway, his Florsheims clicking authoritatively against the marble-lined floors. Colleagues of the eminent lawyer quickly sidestepped out of his way, accustomed to his manic depressive bouts of anger and clients looked after him with a mixture of fear and awe. After all, he was Daniel Morganson and at the age of thirty-nine, he was not only the youngest partner of his father's firm, but he was also the most successful. And with that success came his legendary rage which was most overlooked because he never lost his temper in the courtroom. He didn't see the others who watched his progression down the hallway. He only saw anger. Greyscale static filled his eyes and the heat of his blood filled his face with its life-giving warmth but still, he didn't stop. He stomped up the short set of stairs that led to the Executive Rooms and used his key to open a special room that he'd had built. Inside, he knelt on a burlap-covered cushion, tossed off his jacket and shirt and reached for the short leather cat-'o-nine-tails hanging on the wall. His anger burned deep today and he rejoiced in every sting that sliced through his flesh. Pain ran the length of his spine, wrapping around his body like an invisible snake and slithering through his veins. He raised the crop and slapped it down again and again, the leather tendrils marking and drawing blood from his already scarred skin. Spikes of pain washed through him and he exulted in each slap, finishing only when he'd reached his personal best count of fifty. Gasping, panting for breath, he slumped to the concrete floor, tears staining his cheeks and his teeth gritted against the pain. Minutes later, he again appeared in the hallway, a new suit perfectly fitted to his body and his carriage stiff and uncompromising. His executive secretary, Charlene, who'd been with him for years, stared at him until he came to a halt in front of his office door and looked at her. "Grant Alberts is holding on two and your three o'clock has rescheduled to four." "Fine." "Are you all right, Mr. Morganson?" Daniel fixed her with his usual stay-away-from-me stare, giving her a curt nod. "Of course, Miss Pooley." He ignored the look she returned and flung himself into his $2,000 WorkLounge chair, his temples pounding. He rubbed his forehead, picked up the receiver and answered the call from Alberts, responding with all the warmth he could muster at this point. His second call was to the person he considered his closest friend, Franklin Justow and the sound of a crying male in the background made an unexpected smile rise to his face. "What's up, Danny?" "I should ask the same of you. I hear you've got company." Frank laughed. "It's just Robby so don't get too excited. He soiled his diaper and I had to give him a little spanking." "I see." Daniel poured himself a stout shot of Johnny Walker Black and sipped it, leaning back into the hard leather of his seat and grimacing with a smile at the feeling of discomfort. "Frank, I need your help." "What? Has Hell finally frozen over?" Frank's snicker filled his ear and Daniel fumed at himself. "What's the problem?" "Me. I'm the problem." "Ugh! Finally!" Frank grinned, leaning over to give Robby a loud slap on his reddened ass cheek. "It's about time!" "You don't have to rub it in, Franklin." "Yes, I do. I've been telling you for years!" "Yeah, yeah, I should have listened to you, I know." Daniel tossed the alcohol back and poured another. "So what should I do?" "Come dancing with me, of course!" "Of course and what does that entail?" "Hitting the party circuit. In fact, there's a great party tomorrow night. Lots of scenes ... " "Frank, you know I don't get into that stuff ... " "Then why the hell are you calling me?" Another resounding slap echoed over the phone and Frank's diaper-boy yelped. "You know what it's all about and you're acting like a little bitch." "I am a little bitch." "No, you aren't. You're a big bitch, Danny, and you need a bigger bitch to take you down a few notches." "And you think I'll find what I need at this party?" "Maybe, maybe not. But you'll never know until you try." Daniel thought for a long moment, mesmerized by the swirling amber liquid in his glass. He'd been searching for a soul mate for a long time but had never found what he needed. Lonely nights followed lonely days and he faced his supplications alone, each time praying for forgiveness of what ever sin he'd committed that had sentenced him to a life without love. But it hadn't worked and it was time for a change. He wasn't willing to stand being lonely for much longer. "All right, Frank. Where and what time?" The Ringmaster Ch. 02 Frank was standing outside when Daniel pulled up, wondering what had taken his friend so long. He wanted to jump for joy but decided to restrain himself in case his show of jubilation would frighten him away. This was the first day of the rest of Daniel's life and he intended to show him just that. "It's about time you got here." "I'm only fifteen minutes late, asshole." "Nice to see you, too." Daniel closed and locked his Mercedes, looking around the outside of the mansion. "Nice, isn't it?" "Better than Reseda." "Now who's the asshole?" Frank clapped him on the back. "Come on. Lots of things to see and people to do." Two tuxedo-clad men waited at the huge oak portal and each carefully checked both men's identifications as well as patted them down for weapons. The short whip in Frank's pocket was examined and returned to him with an admonition that it was only to be used on persons who asked to be scourged with it. Frank had no problem with that; he was well-known in the community and many would flock to him for a taste of his hand-braided leather whip. A beautiful black woman clad in a shiny red rubber dress greeted them at the entrance. "Hello, Frank. Nice to see you." "It'd be nice to see more of you, Nora." He joked and gave her a playful bite on the neck. "Nora, this is my friend, Daniel. Danny, this is Nora, our hostess for this evening." Daniel took the hand she offered and daintily kissed the soft back. "Thank you for inviting me into your home." Nora grinned at Frank. "So you brought us one that has manners this time." "Yes, ma'am, and I'm sorry if you were offended by anything Jeff did." "You brought Jeff here?" Daniel laughed, shaking his head. "No wonder you're apologizing." "Seems your friend here has more brains than you do." Nora grabbed Frank's testicles, giving him an angry squeeze and smiled knowingly when he hissed in pain. "I'll have to punish you for that, Frank." She turned to Daniel. "You won't mind him meeting up with him in a few minutes, will you?" "Absolutely not." Daniel returned her smile and kissed her hand in parting. "Great. Just follow the red carpet." Daniel watched them move away, Nora's hand still deeply wedged in Frank's crotch and laughed again as he turned to head down the stairs. He heard the background of the scene before he actually reached the stairs. Cries of pleasure and pain mixed with the electronica of the Chemical Brothers welcomed him as he carefully made his way down the ornate staircase, his mouth hanging open at the sight of a woman hanging on a star rack, her alabaster white ass red with marks she'd received from her master's riding crop. A group of people crowded around the platform, eager to witness her pain and hear the smack of the crop when it fell again. Daniel found himself backing away, excited by the sexual tension in the air but uncomfortable at the public exposure of the lifestyle he loved. In an adjacent corner, a man was tied to a chair. Thick twine criss-crossed his bare torso and his arms were tied behind his back, a single line of rope connected to a pulley that was attached to the PVC collar screwed onto his cock. His balls bulged out of the testicle cuffs with the most beautiful shade of red he'd ever seen and while he was staring, the man ejaculated and a low groan of appreciation spread through the crowd. He marveled at the man's strength but found that the act had left him feeling hollow. There was no stimulus to provoke his ejaculation and for Daniel, there was no thrill to be found in that. He moved along to three other rooms, smaller and size and of less interest, before following the crowd into the main chamber. What he saw made his jaw drop even lower. The entire room had been fashioned into a cavern of Eden. An elegant fountain sprung from one corner and calla lilies and rhododendrons lined the edges of the room. One on pad in the far left corner, two women fucked with abandon, ramming a two-headed dildo into their cunts and screaming in pleasure as pussy cream coated their legs. On another, a slave was being forced to lick his mistress's boots while on another, a slave was sucking on his master's cock and the sight of his mouth engulfing his member made Daniel's cock twitch. Above it all was a black woman on a human swing. The man was naked, his well-muscled body oiled beneath her. Velvet-lined cuffs encircled his wrists and ankles and she sat on his chest, her Vargas-like body stretched across his with his rock-hard prick at her back. She held onto the chains and swung her legs out, a child's smile etched onto her puerile features while her black wavy hair trailed out behind her. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Frank's timely appearance made Daniel's night. "Who is she?" "They call her 'The Ringmaster'. She runs a bi-weekly game night that everyone raves about." "How do I sign up?" "You can't. It's very hard to get into. She's extremely particular." Daniel watched her swing, her face filled with delight and something moved deep inside him. He was so stunned at the feeling that he missed the swing lowering and depositing her on the floor. Another slave brought her a robe and she slipped it over her shoulders, turning to release the manacled man and he observed her interaction with him. It was clear that she was his Mistress but the way she touched him conveyed care and concern. He flexed his joints, bowed to kiss her feet and scampered off. "Want to meet her?" The Ringmaster Ch. 03 His mouth was dry, his hands were sweaty and his heart was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. She stood just inches away, swathed in purple satin and radiating the charm of a well-loved Mistress, surrounded by protective slaves. Frank parted the crowd and fell to his feet in front of her, prostrating himself and lovingly licking her instep when she presented it. "Ah, Franklin, my darling boy. You still lick a mean instep." Even the husky sound of her voice made Daniel's cock harden and watching his best friend service the beautiful woman made him instantly envious. "I've never forgotten that night, Mistress." "Nor should you." She eyed him with the air of a headmistress, her dark eyes intent upon his as he arose. "And do not presume intimacy because of our previous encounter, Franklin. You disappoint me." "I'm sorry, Mistress." "Yes, you are sorry, Franklin. It seems that you need to be taught how to remember your place." She tucked two fingers under his chin and pulled his eyes up. "Do you agree?" Frank's face reddened as he lowered his eyes. "Yes, Mistress." "We'll settle up later." She lowered her hand and turned those dark eyes toward Daniel who immediately dropped to his knees, lowering his eyes to the floor. "And who is your friend?" "Daniel. He wanted to meet you." "And what makes you think that I'd want to meet a friend of yours?" "He's better than I am, Mistress. Much better." "Much better? What's that mean?" "He's born to serve." Franklin's words struck a note of interest in her and she turned to Daniel's prostrate form. "Is he right? Are you looking for someone to serve?" "Yes, Mistress." "And how do I know you're serious?" "My word, Mistress." "I don't know you. So how do I know that your word is truthful?" "You don't, Mistress, but I am willing to do anything you ask." "Anything?" "Anything." She made a noise that expressed her disbelief in him, circling around him. "I don't know why I should believe anyone that's a friend of Franklin's, but stand up." Daniel stood, his eyes still cast downward and nervous shivers running through his body. "Take off your clothes." Daniel didn't hesitate because he knew that she would immediately write him off and he wanted her to take him seriously. It was obvious that she could have anyone she wished and it was just as obvious that she hadn't found what she was looking for. Despite the merriment that surrounded her, he'd caught a glimpse of unhappiness in her eyes. He undressed as quickly as possible, dropping his clothing on the floor around him without a care and remained standing as she walked around him, sizing him up like a fresh cut of beef. "You're not hard." "I'm awaiting your order, Mistress." A shiver ran through him when the sleeve of her robe caressed his back, followed by her hand. Her palm was warm and soft and her light perfume filled his nostrils, calming his nerves. He hoped that his body was good enough for her. She reached between his legs and palmed his flaccid cock, stroking it in an effort to make him hard. He closed his eyes and drew upon his slave training, willing himself to remain limp while she massaged him. After a few minutes, she arose and he glimpsed a wry smile on her face. "You have very good willpower." "Thank you, Mistress." "Have you had formal training?" "Yes, Mistress." Daniel stood quietly while she made another circuit around him, her hand now tracing his strong shoulders, then moving down his arms to his hands. For a moment, her fingers rested against his, the pads gently touching his and a thrill raced through him when her eyes met his. "What are you looking for?" "Someone to serve, Mistress." Something in his voice had touched her. He saw the change in her eyes and his heart leaped in joy. "You understand what that means?" "Yes, Mistress." "Fine. Stay here. I'll be right back." He heard the rustle of silk as she moved away and finally allowed himself to breathe. Frank arose to his feet, brushing his pants off and snickered loudly. "Don't you look stupid!" "Doesn't matter." "Standing stark naked in the middle of hundreds of gawking people isn't stupid?" "No. Not where she's concerned." "She's just playing with you, Danny. She hasn't had a partner in years." Daniel ignored his friend's jealous words. He knew he'd felt something. He knew it and he knew she had as well. "If you'd do me the favor of hanging my clothes on that chair over there, I'd be grateful." Frank just stared at his friend and shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Whatever. It's your funeral." Minutes stretched and became hours and people continue to walk by him, occasionally touching him but mostly laughing at him. It seemed that everyone knew why he was there; they just couldn't believe that he was still waiting for her. Three hours later, Daniel began to worry that Frank was right, that she had just been playing with him when he heard her soft voice behind him. "Still here?" "Yes, Mistress." "Franklin left an hour ago. I hope he wasn't your ride." "No, Mistress." "You've made an impression on me ... uh, what was your name?" "Daniel, Mistress." "Daniel. Are you interested in becoming my personal slave?" "Yes, Mistress." He felt her place something on his shoulder. "Be there tomorrow at eleven and don't be late." She raised his head, giving him a gentle smile. "You are dismissed until tomorrow." Daniel didn't move until he was sure that she'd left and his fingers sought out the object resting on his shoulder. It was a business card with an address printed on it. With shaking fingers, he raised it to his lips and kissed it, hoping against hope that she was the answer to his dreams. The Ringmaster Ch. 04 Daniel had been to the Hokkaido Steak House before but had never known that there was a back room for special guests. He was even more surprised when the lovely Japanese hostess greeted him by name. "Good afternoon, Mr. Morganson. Welcome to Hokkaido Steak House." "Uh, thank you." He tucked his sunglasses into his suit pocket, looking every inch the successful lawyer. "I'm here to meet someone … " "Yes, Mr. Morganson." She handed him a white linen envelope. "Please follow me." He fought the urge to open it as he followed the woman down a long hallway and up a set of stairs. Another hallway, this time a shorter one, connected to a large wooden door with carved kanji handles and she threw it open, revealing a burlwood table set with delicate Mikasa porcelain and Waterford crystal. "This is beautiful!" "Arigato. I hope you enjoy your lunch." "Thanks." Daniel turned and watched her shut the door, his eyes drawn to the snow-white envelope in his shaking fingers. Slowly, he pulled the flap back and drew the textured paper out. Hello, Daniel. I hope that you are reading this on your knees … He dropped to his knees, cursing himself and vowing to scourge himself when he got home. "But if you are not, this time, and this time only, I will give you the benefit of my kindness and allow you to pass with punishment that I will allow you to choose. Daniel slumped with relief, wiping the tears from his eyes and lowered his forehead to the floor, silently whispering words of worship to his Mistress. In the corner, near the head of the table, you will find a red velvet pillow. Undress, lay your clothes neatly on the chair and wait until I arrive. Daniel immediately did as the letter asked and knelt on the pillow, the letter folded and held reverently in his hands. Though his head was bowed, he could see the time on his Patek Phillipe and knew that noon had come and gone. At twelve forty-five, the door opened and he saw three pairs of feet enter the room, one belonging to the hostess and the others to two people who seated themselves at the table. A gentle hand fell on his head, stroking his thick, dark hair and he bowed, touching his forehead to the top of her foot. He spoke no words. He prayed that his supplication would touch her heart. "You have him trained already?" The sound of Frank's derisive laughter made Daniel grit his teeth in anger. "You're good, girl. Really good!" "Shush, Franklin." Her voice was still gentle as was her touch. He trembled as she stroked his hair, her fingers weaving through his tresses. "Daniel is the best I've ever seen." "He's just playing with you. All he wants is to be the Ringmaster's pet." Rage flooded his senses as he listened to his friend, Frank, try his best to get under her skin. His words were silky and tempting, reminding Daniel of what the snake would have sounded when it spoke to Eve. She seemed to waver between laughing at Frank's inane jokes and lowering her voice to whisper in naughty tones to him. He strained to hear what she was saying but his anger stoppered his ears and snapped through his body like electrical waves, threatening to engulf him. "You can leave us now, Franklin. Take your drink with you." "What? You mean I don't get dinner?" "Goodbye, Franklin." Daniel heard his friend stomp out and desperately tried to hide his smile, knowing that she would be looking at him. "You find that funny?" "No, Mistress." "Franklin is convinced that you aren't really looking for a relationship. He says that you just want a piece of ass." "No, Mistress." "Why should I believe you?" "You should not believe what I say, Mistress. You should take the truth from my actions." "Are you telling me what I should do?" "Oh, no, Mistress!" Daniel bowed low again, pressing his lips to her foot. "I bow to your wisdom!" Yasmina had had men bow before her hundreds, no, thousands of times and none had struck her as deeply as this man. His obeisance was so sincere that she was finding it difficult to maintain her authority. The Ringmaster looked down on him with the disdain of a professional dominatrix but her heart fought to cut him some slack. "Put your clothes on, Daniel." She held her hand out and felt heat flush through her cheeks as he pressed his lips to the inside of her wrist, a clear violation of her rules but the touch of his tongue made her pussy weep. "Would you join me for lunch?" "Yes, Mistress." "No, Daniel." Her soft tone made his eyes rise. "Would you like to have lunch with me?" "Yes … " "Yasmina." Daniel looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes, desperately wanting to reach out and touch her chocolate brown skin. He remembered his training and gratefully took the chair across from her, her name on his lips. "Yes, Yasmina." The Ringmaster Ch. 05 Yasmina stabbed a chunk of filet along with a thick mushroom slice and slid it into her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully as Daniel tucked into his peppercorn T-bone, his eyes respectfully turned downward as he ate and she found herself wondering about him. Franklin had been his usual asshole self and wouldn't tell her anything unless she fucked him, which she wasn't going to do even if he was the last man on earth. "How's your steak?" "Fine, Mistress." She sighed heavily and noticed that he looked up at her, setting his utensils down and wiping his mouth. "Mistress? Yasmina?" Which am I? "Yes, Daniel?" He stood and came around her side of the table, kneeling at her side. "Is there something I can help you with?" "No, but thank you, Daniel. I think it would just be better if I left." "Left? But why?" "It's not your fault, Daniel." "Then tell me what I can do to help you stay." She looked up at him, surprised to hear the plaintive tone in his voice. "Why?" "Because you know why, Mistress." Daniel stepped out of the bounds of his station and reached for her hand, turning the palm over and dragging his fingertips across hers. The same shot of adrenalin tightened his chest and her reaction mirrored his. "Please don't leave, Mistress." Yasmina withdrew her hand and speared another slice of meat, dipping it into steak sauce, then chewing. "What would you do to get me to stay?" "Anything." Her dark eyes bored into his. "Are you truly sure that this is what you want, Daniel? If you agree to be my slave, there will be no turning back." His voice trembled with excitement. "Yes, Mistress." "Now answer me truthfully." She glared at him, her eyes dark and mysterious. "Did you open my envelope on your knees?" Daniel fought the lump in his throat and lowered his head. "No, Mistress." "I see. So you decided that a message from your Mistress wasn't important enough to treat with reverence?" "No, Mistress." "I told you that I'd allow you to choose your punishment." Yasmina slowly laid four items on the table: a stiff new riding crop with a new leather strap, a set of cold steel manacles, a hard plastic testicle cuff and a spiked collar with tiny inner spikes and a meshed chain. "Choose." Without lifting his eyes to her, Daniel swiftly undressed and moved closer to the table. He picked up the testicle cuff and set each nut carefully into the mechanism, then twisted the screws. The twin receptacles slowly gripped his flesh, squeezing more and more tightly with each turn. When he could barely stand the pain, he twisted the screw one final time and reached for the collar. The small spikes pricked his neck and he winced as he looped the leather tongue through the buckle and secured it tightly. Next, he reached for the manacles and clicked one around his left wrist. With his right hand, he grasped the riding crop and presented it to her, patiently waiting until she'd accepted it before putting his hands behind his back and clicking the other manacle closed. His final act of submission was to turn and offer his back and buttocks to her. She began with slow strokes, letting the crop's unbroken leather gather oil and sweat from his skin as it descended and playfully bit him. He gasped with each sting, whimpering happily as his Mistress punished him. He couldn't imagine anything better than this. "You want to cum, don't you?" She hissed, slapping him again with the crop, this time a little harder. Exquisite pain shot through him, hardening his cock and making his balls ache. "Yes, Mistress." "Convince me that you deserve it." "Please, Mistress. Please let me show you how I can come for you. Let me paint the floor with my cum and prove that my devotion is absolute." "You'll have to do better than that, Daniel. You'll have to do more if you want to convince me that I should allow you to have pleasure." "Please, Mistress!" Tears began to crease his cheeks as the crop bit into his flesh, raising welts and sending deep shivers through him. "Please! I beg you! I've been waiting so long to cum, so long for this to all mean something!" Something broke inside Daniel, something that had waited a long time to be heard and he sensed that he'd found the right person, the perfect person. "Please! Let me be yours!" She wielded the crop wickedly, concentrating on his lower back and buttocks now. His tears and the tone of his voice told her that he was close and the Ringmaster fluffed her feathers, standing close to watch the show. "Cum now." Daniel shouted. His nuts struggled to draw up, then dropped as his prick fired. Gob after gob of thick semen spurted out of his piss hole, shaking him down the bottom of his feet. The sixth squirt left him breathless and he slumped to the floor, trembling and exhausted. Without a doubt, he knew that he'd found the right mistress. Now, to convince her. The Ringmaster Ch. 06 It was an orgasm like none other he'd ever had in his life. It had to be for him to have passed out like he did. Daniel slowly regained consciousness, his entire body shaking uncontrollably and was surprised to find himself alone in the room. The door opened and he turned, dismayed to see the hostess instead of Mistress Yasmina and tried to cover himself up. "Ah, I see that you are awake, Mr. Morganson." She strode over to him and released the manacles, then nudged a gob of drying semen on the carpet. "Must have been a good session. We've never had one out as long as you." "How long was I out?" "Almost an hour. Ringmaster said that you looked so peaceful that she didn't want to disturb you." Daniel groaned as he rose to his knees, his back a web of pain and the remembrance of how he got the welts made him shiver again. "Did she leave anything for me?" "Just instructions that you were to leave the items with me." "Nothing else?" "No, sir." He wanted to cry. She had found something wanting in him and that was to be his only contact with her. Just like Frank. That hurt him deeply. He removed the collar and testicle cuff and dressed, his movements slow and filled with pain. The hostess left as he finished putting his jacket on and he was about to leave the room when he heard the sound of a phone ringing. He was surprised to find a strange cell phone in his pocket but dropped to his knees as he answered it, hoping that it was from her. "Mistress?" "Ah, you're finally awake." At the sound of her voice, he almost collapsed into tears. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry to have slept so long." "Your apology is accepted. Are you on your knees?" "Yes, Mistress." "Were you surprised to find the phone?" "Yes ... " He couldn't help crying now. "Yes, Mistress. Surprised and very happy." "Don't cry, Daniel. Did you honestly think that I'd leave you without saying anything?" "I hoped not, Mistress." "So where do we go from here, Daniel? Tell me what you want." "I want to be with you, Mistress." "Is that all?" Yasmina sighed, disappointed. "Listen, Daniel, why don't you go home and get some rest?" "No, Mistress. Wait. Please." Daniel swallowed against the huge lump in his throat. "Would you allow me to take you out to dinner?" "Dinner? Why would you want to take me out to dinner?" "Because I want to get to know you better, Mistress. I want to know Yasmina." "You're overstepping your boundaries, slave." "Yes, I am." He paused, momentarily reverting to his business persona. "But I do it for a reason. I know what I want; I've just had a hard time finding it." "And you've found it in me?" "I know I have. I don't just want to be with you; I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to know who you are inside. I want to be able to trust you completely with everything inside me and with my life itself." Daniel paused, wanting to reach through the phone and touch her. "Please let me take you to dinner. Let me be your boyfriend and woo you." His tender words made tears come to her eyes and heat raised in her cheeks. "I haven't had a boyfriend in years, Daniel." "Well, maybe it's time you had one." He softened his voice, pausing to listen for the soft rise and fall of her breathing. "I want to earn that spot. I want to be that one man that you trust enough to let in." "I don't trust anyone, Daniel." "Not yet." Yasmina closed her eyes and listened to the beauty of his soothing voice. "Not yet, but you will." He sighed deeply. "And I want that person to be me." "And if I agree to go out with you, what do I get?" "Me." Yasmina lowered the phone for a minute, the ice surrounding her cynical heart cracking and falling to the ground. It was coming true. Finally, her dream of having a partner was coming true. But was she strong enough to accept Daniel and all that he was willing to sacrifice for her? It seemed to be too much, too much to accept from someone as wonderful and as willing to give as him. "All right, Daniel. Next week, Friday night. Dinner it is." The Ringmaster Ch. 07 As Yasmina dressed for dinner with Daniel, she was surprised to find that she was nervous. Nervous! She was the Ringmaster, known for having steel nerves and now, facing a date with a handsome man, she was nervous. She set her comb down and took a deep breath, her eyes falling on a beautiful bouquet of tulips that had arrived earlier in the day. The card read, Looking forward to our date. Daniel. Our date. Those words sent chills skipping down her spine and she smiled, feeling like a schoolgirl. The entire week had been a dream. She attended to her clients with her usual flair and was very well compensated as was also usual. But each night, when she arrived home, there was a small gift on her front doorstep. Sunday had been a huge box of her favorite Ferraro Roche chocolate candies. Monday had been a tube of lipstick in a beautiful shade of shiny purple and Tuesday brought a beautiful silk scarf. The presents continued all week until this morning's flowers and she had no doubt that she was being wooed. A glance at the time told her that it was nearly time to go and she took one final look at herself in the mirror and smiled. It had been such a long time since she'd dressed like a woman, a real woman, not the dominatrix-type that she was so used to. The doorbell rang and she made her way downstairs, opening the door and smiling at Daniel, who stood outside. "Hi." "Oh, Mistress! You look wonderful!" "Thank you." He offered his arm and waited as she pulled the door shut, checking to make sure that it was locked before offering her a sprig of white lilac that matched with her dress. "Lilacs! They're my favorite flower. How did you know?" "I didn't. They're a favorite of mine also." When he smiled and their eyes met, she felt an unexpected jolt rush through her and shyly looked away. He helped her into the car and drove them to the restaurant in his dark blue Jaguar, being the perfect gentleman every step of the way. Dinner went smoothly but she noticed that he was uncomfortable and was confused as to why until she made a decision. "You do know that you will not be sleeping tonight, right?" His eyes swung up to meet hers. "Just because we're making nice over dinner doesn't mean that you're not my slave, Daniel." His eyes gleamed with excitement and the air of uncertainty that surrounded him instantly disappeared. "I'm sorry, Mistress." "As well you should be." She sat back in her chair, glaring at him over the rim of her drink. "Maybe I've been too soft." His voice was soft, his eyes downcast. "Maybe you have, Mistress." "And what do you think I should do about that, Daniel?" A whisper. "Punish me." Yasmina wiped her mouth, finishing her drink. "Pay the bill, bring the car around and meet me out front." Trembling with excitement, Daniel brought the car around and picked her up. The entire ride back to his apartment, which she'd specified as their destination, was in absolute silence and she waited patiently for him to open her car door. He watched her emerge from the car like a goddess, her glare haughty and filled with disdain and he rushed ahead to unlock and hold the door of his house open. She brushed past him as if he wasn't there and scrutinized his home. "What are you waiting for? Show me your bedroom." He offered his arm and escorted her upstairs, flicking the lights on and lighting candles around the bed. She slowly walked around the queen-size bed, checking every corner of the room and admiring his small Chinese lacquered cabinet which held his toys. She selected a set of wrist manacles and turned toward him with a smile. "Undress." He was shaking so hard that he could barely unbutton his shirt. He flung it across the room, quickly followed by his pants and dropped to his knees, waiting for her next command. The sweet click of steel filled his senses as they surrounded his wrists and she ordered him to bend over the end board of the bed. "I want to make sure that you know that I'm not soft." A thick, cold liquid dripped between his ass cheeks, sliding down over his ass hole and he closed his eyes, shivering in anticipation. He hoped that she was going to do what he thought she was going to do. "I want to make sure that there are no doubts in your mind as to what your place is. You are my slave. You will do anything and everything I want, whenever and wherever I want. Choose your safe word." "Hippo." "Fine. If I ever hear that word from you, I will cease whatever I'm doing. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "If you ever disobey me and refuse your punishment, I will remove you from my life forever. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress, but that will never happen." Yasmina smiled as she buckled the strap-on into place and moved up behind him. "How can you be so sure?" "Because I will never want another woman as much as I want you, mistress." She pushed his legs apart and let the plastic cock dangle as she rubbed her naked body against his back. She smiled when she felt him shiver. "You want this?" She touched the cock's head to his ass hole, stroking the sensitive skin and making him whimper. "You want to be fucked by The Ringmaster?" "Yes, mistress." The phone rang and Daniel hesitated, awaiting her command. She instructed him to answer it. "Hello? Hey, Frank ..." The breath left his throat as the head of the dildo pressed into his ass. Exquisite pain rocketed through him and his half-hard cock became granite, dribbling pre-cum all over the wood. "How are you?" "Hey, Danny! What's up?" "Oh, Jesus!" Daniel breathed as the head finally popped in, followed by the thick shaft. When she reached bottom, her hand slid around him and found his cock, giving it a loving stroke while her body warmed his back. "Oh, God, that feels good, mistress." "Don't you dare cum. If you cum, I will punish you severely." Frank strained to hear the other voice. "Who's that?" "The Ringmaster, my mistress." Daniel gasped as she moved, sliding in and out of him. "The Ringmaster's fucking you?" Frank went apoplectic, swerving to miss a car. "Yes, she's fucking me and she's agreed to take me as her personal slave." Yasmina gave him a slap on his ass, making him hiss and raising a nice red mark. "Thank you, Mistress." "You're lying! You're just fucking jealous that she took me to lunch." "I'm not lying ... Ohhh! ... She's inside me right now ... Unhhh! ... I can feel her nipples on my back, Frank ... Oh, God! ... " "You're lying!" "Give me the phone." Yasmina ripped the instrument from his hand and shoved the cock farther into him. "Hello, Franklin." "Are you really fucking him, mistress?" "I have an eleven inch cock shoved into his ass right now." "That's not fair, mistress! You promised me ... " "I promised you nothing, you piece of shit! I promised consideration but you have always come up short. Daniel is perfection. Listen to this." She placed the mouthpiece by Daniel's mouth and gave him a few hard pumps. His moans and whimpers were magical, making her nipples harden at the sweet sounds. "Did you hear that? That's the sound of a true slave. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have to finish our work." Daniel gritted his teeth as she started pounding into him again, the feel of her body against his sweet and sweaty. "I'm very pleased with you, Daniel." Her hand encircled his prick, gripping it tightly at the base. "You responded perfectly to Frank, as if you were reading my mind. You may cum." Daniel moaned, tears coursing down his cheeks as she rammed home and his cock exploded, her hand wrapped around him as cum spurted from him. His entire body shook with each ejaculation and he found himself on his knees, gasping as she pulled the dildo from his body. "Thank you, mistress. I owe you a great debt." "I know you do. Now get up and start paying." The Ringmaster Ch. 08 Daniel watched as Yasmina unbuckled the strap-on's harness and dropped it to the floor, crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs. His mouth immediately watered at the sight of her shaved pussy. Creamy brown skin covered the outer and inner lips and when she parted them, he glimpsed the perfect inside of an exquisite flower. Dark pink converged with light pink as it painted the walls of her pussy and the skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and her juices. In all of his years of conquest, Daniel had never seen anything as beautiful as that. "Eat me until I tell you to stop." "Mistress?" "You're questioning my order?" "No, mistress, but I would like to be permitted to ask a question." "And the question is?" "Would you remove the cuffs so that I could touch you?" Yasmina gazed at his bowed head, her heart pounding. "Daniel, look at me." Very slowly, he raised his head, meeting her eyes with a mixture of shame and excitement. "You may have the cuffs removed this time but don't get used to it." "Thank you, mistress." He turned his back on her so that she could unlock the manacles, then he moved between her legs, taking a deep whiff of her pussy. "You smell delicious, Yasmina." He whispered, moving up so that his mouth was directly above her mound and allowed himself one last gaze into her eyes before settling back into his role as slave. Her name on his lips made her pussy clench and the moment his tongue slithered into her cleft, she came and came hard. The sensation was so strong that a small amount of urine trickled into his mouth. Panic seized her and she laid completely still, angry at her lack of control. Daniel seemed to notice her paralysis and groaned at the taste of her pee. "More, please, mistress." Yasmina felt him clamp his mouth firmly over the middle of her mound and she released a little piss. His tongue moved over her opening and he groaned, swallowing and licking each time she released more. Each time his fat tongue passed over her opening, heat rushed to her face and she trembled, feeling electrical tingles race up and down her legs. She finally relaxed enough to give him the rest and she listened to his hums of appreciation as he swallowed every drop. "Jesus, Daniel. I've never done that before." "I hope it won't be the last time, mistress." Yasmina laid back, not quite sure of how she felt about it, but Daniel didn't give her long to think about it. His gentle hands were caressing the sides of her hips while he pressed his face into her pussy, his tongue licking and drilling into her hot hole. She found a steady rhythm, rubbing her sloppy cunt against his nose and mouth and he linked fingers with her for a moment, then lifted her hands to the back of his head. She pulled his face into her, bucking her way to an orgasm that left her wanting more. She released Daniel for a moment, allowing him to grab a breath of air before she pulled him back in, opening her legs wider and humping harder. She reached her orgasm more quickly this time, grunting and moaning until her pussy exploded on his face, his tongue madly thrusting into her hole. Again, she released him and he gasped for breath, his face wet with her juices. He smiled shyly, running a finger along the inside of her thigh. Without giving her a second to rest, he pulled on her hips, giving her a signal that he wanted her to rise. She opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion but she sat up, then turned over, rising to all fours. Daniel moved behind her and buried his tongue into her asshole, forcing his face into her ass crack. He felt and heard her response: a low growl accompanied by a deep tremble that snaked through her. He pulled her hips into him, rimming, sucking and thrusting with his tongue and when she was teetering on the edge, he thrust two fingers into her well-lubed cunt. Yasmina whimpered as her orgasm broke. Her body shook as her pussy clenched around his fingers and her ass muscles clasped his tongue. Daniel hung on until she slumped down to the bed, tremors still racking her body as she gasped for breath. He climbed over her, straddling her body and prying her ass cheeks apart. She moaned loudly when his tongue found her ass hole again and pushed in. His arm slid under her hips and he stuffed a pillow underneath, raising her asshole to the perfect level, then attacked again, almost violently tongue-fucking her. She squirmed and pretended to fight but he held her tighter, shoving his face deep until she shook again in orgasm. "Jesus, Daniel. Oh, Jesus!" He wasn't finished yet. He grabbed a second pillow and raised her pussy up higher, then bent over her ass, targeting her juicy flower. This time, he teased her, taking time to suck her outer lips into his mouth and rubbing his tongue along the sensitive inside flap. She tried to move her hole toward his mouth but he ignored her, focusing on the other lip, then moving to the inside lips. She screamed in delight when he sucked them into his mouth, running his tongue along the inside crease, then slowly inched his tongue into her hole. Yasmina had never felt something as wonderful and as exquisite as that. She erupted immediately, coating his tongue with her cum and he kept licking, his strokes getting softer and softer until she was quietly trembling. "Yasmina?" She didn't answer right away and he turned her over, surprised and upset to see tears on her cheeks. He thought to ask her why she was crying but decided against it. Instead, he blew out the candles and doused the lights, then helped her to her feet. "Stay here a minute." He repositioned the pillows, pulled the covers back, then helped her into bed, crawling behind her and wrapping her in his arms. "Sleep now, mistress." She settled against him and closed her eyes against her tears, thankful that he hadn't asked why she was crying. She wasn't sure that she could tell him why. The Ringmaster Ch. 09 Yasmina stared out across her backyard, her mind in confusion. Four days ago, she had spent one of the most wonderful nights of her life with her new personal slave, Daniel. She had told herself that she was going to remain detached from him, that she was going to pretend that he was just another client, albeit it, a client that personally served her. And then, everything fell apart with his touch. How could that have happened? She was a professional. She had learned, years ago, how to do her job and there was no one that was better than she was. Her savings account was bursting at the seams, she had almost more CDs than her safety deposit box could hold and every credit card she owned carried a zero balance. She figured that she could approach her relationship with Daniel the same way she approached every other relationship she'd ever had. At arm's length and with total detachment. But that night ... everything that she thought she knew changed in seconds. A pair of monarchs flitted across the lawn and a catbird swooped low, his elegant tail feathers spreading, then tucking away as he landed and balanced on the fence pole. Balance. Something about the catbird's delicate act rung true to her. She had been doing a balancing act for most of her life, straddling that fence between being a dominatrix and being a human. For protection, she had conveniently hidden behind the shield of being The Ringmaster and had been successful in making sure that her heart never got broken. But Daniel had broken through all of her carefully arranged bullshit with nothing more than the care in his touch. How could that have happened? She didn't have a clue. If she knew, she wouldn't be standing at this window, aimlessly staring out and pondering how her personal security had been destroyed. God, he was so beautiful! She could still see his eyes and just the remembrance made her cheeks heat. She remembered waking up with his arms wrapped around her. She'd blinked her eyes against the brilliant sunlight that flooded the room and moved a bit, finding that there was a body plastered to her back and a pair of arms holding her tightly. Everything came flooding back: the lovemaking, the tears and the comfortable sleep in his arms. She instinctively knew that she was in trouble. She had pried herself out of his grip, called a cab and high-tailed it back to her house, canceling appointments from the next day. When he called the first time, she didn't answer the phone. She was scared. Petrified of what she was feeling. Terrified that, for the first time since she was a young woman, someone had affected her enough to get inside her head. She already knew that the next place he'd be getting into would be her heart and she wasn't sure that he wasn't already in there. Daniel was an interesting dichotomy of a man and a slave and the fact that he knew exactly when to play each role made her blood heat. He seemed to know exactly when she wanted, no, needed to relinquish control and he didn't say a thing about it. He just did it and seamlessly flowed back into his role. But he did it with care and concern. Hell, why don't I just call it what it is? Love. He did it with love. She felt it in his arms, strong arms that held her tight and promised protection. And love. But she wasn't ready for love. She didn't want love. She didn't need love, right? The phone rang and she turned from the window, staring at the instrument for a minute before picking it up. It was Daniel. "Good afternoon, mistress." Tears filled her eyes and she took a deep breath. "Hi, Daniel." "May I see you for dinner tomorrow?" "Aren't you mad at me?" "Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you, Yasmina?" That subtle change again. Within the spanse of a few seconds, he had divined her mood and knew how to respond. "Because I left without saying goodbye." She wiped her eyes. "Weren't you hurt?" "No. I don't own you, mistress. You own me. If you want to leave, you don't need my permission." "Maybe ... " Yasmina took a breath. "Maybe I want your permission." Daniel was taken aback by her words and it took a few minutes before what she really said sunk in. He closed his eyes and a warm feeling spread through his body. "You have my permission to do whatever you want, Yasmina. I won't put restrictions on you." He paused. "Unless you want them." "Maybe I do." The Ringmaster Ch. 10 He brought flowers again, this time a spring mix of daffodils and tulips that made her grin sweetly and dinner was filled with laughter and conversation. Daniel learned things about Yasmina that he knew no one else knew; things about her childhood and growing up as an only child in Pittsburgh. He still saw her as his mistress, the beautiful woman who would take her back to his home and put him through her paces but he also saw her as a woman, a vulnerable woman who was looking for a partner, for someone whom she could trust to take the control when she was tired of wielding it. "I've done nothing but think about you all week, mistress." He whispered, rubbing his fingers against the back of her hand. "When did I give you permission to touch me?" She watched his hand pull away. "Seems like you're aching for punishment." "Yes, mistress, I am." "Then what are we waiting for?" When they reached his house, Daniel immediately undressed and presented himself on his knees for her. "Get me a pan of hot water and a washcloth." "Yes, mistress." "And a razor and shaving cream." "Yes, mistress." A thrill spiked his chest and he hurried to gather the items, presenting them to her. "Get on the bed and lie on your back." "Mistress, I … " "I didn't ask you to speak, did I?" She snapped the crop against his stomach and he hissed in pain. "Do as I say and don't speak unless I allow you to." "Yes, mistress. I'm sorry, mistress." Daniel lay very still as Yasmina applied the hot, wet cloth to his genitals, making him whimper uncomfortably. She gave him an angry glance and his noises faded into complete silence. "Put your legs up and open them wide." Gobs of warm shaving cream dropped onto his testicles, then his hard cock and she slathered the foam over his sensitive flesh, then used the razor to shave all the hair she could find. She used a second cloth to wipe him clean, then checked her handiwork, making sure that not a single strand of hair remained. "Hmm, your cock looks so good, I think I should do your entire body." Yasmina carefully shaved Daniel's entire body, again making sure that there was no hair left on his body other than his scalp and face. It was gratifying to see him shiver, to know that the mere act of shaving him was bringing him pleasure. He tried to touch her a few times but she sternly rebuked him, first with her voice, then with a firm smack to his hand. Chastised, he sank back to the bed with a wry smile and lay still until she was finished. "All right. Shower up and make it quick." She undressed and lay in the center of the bed, her legs spread and her fingers caressing her already soaked pussy. Daniel didn't bother toweling off; he crawled between her legs and assumed the position, looking up when she closed her legs. "Mistress?" "Not yet, Daniel." He moved to the side, keeping his eyes down and wondering what was going on. "Daniel, I'm a fake." He looked up at her face and was shocked to see her eyes filling with tears. "No, Mistress." "Yes, Daniel. I'm a great dominatrix and I'm a fake. I don't really have the heart to do some of the things that people want. The whipping, the binding … " "But you whipped me." "Because I could see that you were enjoying it and I didn't do it hard enough to make you bleed." "But at the parties … " "Have you ever seen me actually participating?" Daniel paused for a moment, deep in thought. "No." She shook her head. "I usually have slaves do the dirty work while I order everyone around." Yasmina partially turned away from him as her tears began anew. "I'm a fake, Daniel. I'm telling you this because it's not fair to you. You deserve a real domme who's going to give you what you need, not someone who just looks good." "Is that why you think I want you as my mistress?" Daniel laughed softly. "When we met, I could tell that you weren't as hard as others I've met. And I welcomed that because I'm not that hardcore." He lifted her chin, gently wiping her tears away. "I wanted someone who could give me what I needed but I also wanted someone who would love me, someone who could be my lover." He leaned close, his lips hovering near her quivering ones. "I want you."