RONNIE-THE RED DOMINATRIX

Jim Folsom, a prominent, successful, and recently-divorced tax attorney, was interested in new and unique experiences; one of which was bondage and dicipline. Having come across an ad in an alternative weekly paper, offering such services by a dominatrix named Ronnie, who charged as much as one-thousand dollars a session, decided to call and make an appointment.
“No problem,” said a masculine, female voice on the other end. “Be here in fifteen minutes, and don’t be late.”
“Alright,” he said, hanging up.
Arriving at her beautiful, spacious, mansion-like residence, located in the western suburbs, a mere seven minutes late, he knocked on the door, and the maid answered, let him in, and directing him to a room upstairs.
There, Ronnie, a hot, black, light-skinned complexioned, busty beauty, wearing a red, studded bikini with matching “cowboy” hat, calf-length boots, and some jewelry, stood in the doorway, looking at him.
“You’re late,” she said, looking at her watch. “I don’t appreciate tardiness.”
“Sorry,” said Jim. “But I got into a little traffic.”
“Uh uh,” she said, wagging her finger, approaching. “That’s the same fuckin’ excuse they all come up with.”
“It couldn’t be helped,” he said, with a smile. “It was either that or get in an accident.”
“Oh, you’ a smart ass.”
“No, not at all.”
“Well you know what this means.”
“What?”
“Take yo’ fuckin’ clothes off and assume the fuckin’ position! Now!!” she demanded, slamming a leather paddle against the wall.
“Alright,” he said, shaking and undressed. She tied his arms to a couple of posts, suspending them and walked around him, patting the paddle, gently, in her other hand.
“You will address me as Mistress Ronnie or mistress,” she snapped. “Is that clear?”
“Yes mam.”
She whacked him on his butt.
“Oh! Shit!”
“Didn’t I just tell you to call me Mistress Ronnie? Huh? Huh?”
“Uh yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.”
She whacked him again.
“You will do whatever the fuck I tell you,” she said, pointing.
“Yes mam….uh mistress.”
She whacked him again.
“Ohh!!”
“Mistress!!” she shouted in his face, correcting him.
“Yes mistress.”
“That’s better. You know it’s vermin like you that need a good dose of dicipline and nobody does it better than me. Right?”
She whacks him again.
“Yes mistress.”
“You know I love beating mens’ asses. It gets my pussy hot and wet.”
She felt down her panties.
“Like this?” she said, rubbing her hand in his face. “Huh? Huh?”
“Yes mistress.”
She whacked his butt again, then hit him upside the head with her hand, grabbed his Dick with a firm grip, sinking her long nails into his scrotum.
“Oh! Oh!” he cried out. “Oh!”
“Hurts? Hurts?”
“Yes mistress.”
She twists it with a firm grip.
“Oh shit!” he cried out. “You Bitch!!”
She released him.
“What did you just call me?”
She slapped his face with a left and right.
“Did you just call me a bitch?”
“No mistress.”
“I believe I did hear, what sounded like, the word bitch come outta your mouth.”
“No mistress.”
“So you’ callin’ me a liar?”
“No mistress.”
She whacked him three times, reddening his ass cheeks.
“That’s for lyin’.”
“Sorry mistress.”
“Well sorry didn’t do it.”
She whacked him again on his butt.
“Don’t you ever, in your fuckin’ life, disrespect Mistress Ronnie again, hear?!” she said, swatting him between the words.
“Yes mistress.”
“You know I should kick your ass on principle alone,” she said, wagging her finger in his face, “but I have something better for you.”
She untied him, wrestled him to the floor, and pinned him down with her crotch in his face.
“That’s right, smell this hot, wet pussy.”
She smothered it all in his face, moving side-to-side, and clamped her knees to both sides of his head. “You better learn to appreciate me.”
“Mmm, Mmm,” he moaned with her studded, panty-clad butt moving on his chest. “Like it? Huh?”
She hit him upside the head a few times while he continued to mummur beneath her. Ronnie stayed on top of him for a record two hours time, having farted five times, and yes, even wet herself rather then get up off him to go to the bathroom, and he paid her an additional fifty dollars for that.
“You really know how to treat a lady. Don’t you?”
“Umm hmm,” he said, mumbling.
Finally, she got up, kicked him a couple of times, and helped him up.
“So did you enjoy it?”
“Yeah,” he said, catching his breath. “You could’ve suffocated me.”
“I just might do that next time,” she said, stepping back. “I’m here if you want another session.”
“Okay.”
Jim paid her and left.

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