Taming of the Domme Part One

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Hey, uh, Leo, uh, can I get another? Thanks. No, thank you.

I already got it. Dude, I'm not interested, so you may as well move it right along. Ugh, you had better not even fucking try- Oh! Ouch.

Okay, uh, thanks for that, but seems a bit excessive. Bill the Bouncer would've come if I'd signaled. I'm no stranger to cocky, persistent assholes, trust me.

What? He quit, why? No way, he finally graduated? Damn, he got hired fast, good for him.

Shit, he's gonna be hard to replace, that dude could zero in on a creep like a fucking superhero. Oh, so you're the new Billy, huh? Well, so far so good.

I'm Isla, I'm in here a lot, I'm sure the owners will fill you in. No, I'm not married to or dating anyone on staff, but thanks for assuming that. The owners are clients of mine.

That's none of your business. I'm afraid that's confidential, sorry. But thanks again for taking out the trash.

I do keep a set of pain sticks in my bag for douchebag emergencies, but having someone physically throw them out the door is a lot more efficient. And entertaining. Anyway, cheers.

So, you're still here. One, as I told the dude you just curb-tossed, I just got a drink. And two, I drink for free here, so I don't really need you to buy me another one.

Can I get you a drink? Okay then. Oh, can you grab him a.

..whatever he normally drinks, please? Thank you. Here you go, hero.

Pain stick. ..oh! These things.

Hey, they don't look like much, but. ..here, hold out your arm. See? Pain sticks.

Yeah, big ouchie, huh? Uh, hey Leo, can I get a douchebag consolation package, please? Here you go.

It's a nice pack and a tit-shaped sucker. It, well, works sometimes. It's funny, though.

Hey, be glad I only demonstrated on your hand. That's not usually where I aim. Like I said, it's confidential.

Drink your beer before it gets warm and flat. What the fuck is cask beer? Fucking hipsters.

So, it's like a pint you left on your coffee table overnight and then drank anyway the next day. And it costs a dollar more. What the fuck is wrong with you? See, that's why I stick with meat scotch.

It can't go flat, go bad, get watered down, get too warm, get too cold. It's perfect on its own, and it tastes the exact same way every time. It's the perfect alcoholic drink.

I'm sorry, but that has to taste like someone spit it into your mouth. Fuck no, I don't want to taste it. Gross.

I can't believe you paid for that. They could just pour yesterday's drip tray into a pint glass for you. Sorry, not sorry.

You have shitty taste, my friend. Seriously? That's your line? Aren't you on the clock right now? Really? So you're off work and you want to stick around here? Don't want to go home and wash the douche off your hands? I mean, you're not really my usual type.

But it's been a long past few months, I could use a little distraction. A big distraction, huh? Okay, well, why don't I be the judge of that? No, that's not a yes, it's a.

.. convince me. Uh.

.. define dance. Oh, okay, so dry humping on the dance floor, basically? Hell no, I'm into it.

Let's go. The boy has moves. Are you sure you want to be a bouncer? We could probably get the owners to install a pole.

Or maybe a cage. I'm just saying, lap dances would get you a lot more tips than tossing douche bags out on their flat asses. I'm starting to suspect this is more than a dance.

Oh yeah? And where is that leg of yours trying to go, mister? I think you're trying to get in between my legs, for nefarious purposes.

Oh babe, if I wanted to go for a ride, I'd bring my crow. But, let's make this interesting. You want to get sneaky? Good.

Then, let's get sneaky. Get behind me. Oh yes, I've definitely been called bossy before.

Get your ass behind me. Put your arms around me. And what do we.

.. Ah, God bless a button fly. Because I can open a hole just big enough for my hand, and.

.. There you are. Relax.

As long as you stay where you are and keep your arms around me, no one will see your dick, okay? And as long as you keep relatively quiet, no one will hear you come either. Well, except for me.

Oh. So, you were happy to dish out a public orgasm, but you can't handle one yourself? Hey, why don't you just relax? And just let me make you feel good.

That's it. Oh, no no no no no no. There will be no fist-fucking here, mister.

Do you want to look like a dog humping a table leg? Just stay still and let me handle you. How does it feel, huh? Me stroking your cock and you having to just sway to this horrible club music and take it? I bet you're used to being in control, aren't you? Mm-hmm.

Well, so am I, baby. And from the feel of things, the lack of control isn't exactly a turn-off, is it? Yeah, yeah.

Methinks the bro doth protest too much. Shh. Let's move to the beat.

That's it. Oh, you're about to come. I can feel it.

Come on, come for me. Come in your pants on this sticking dance floor, surrounded by all these people. Come right fucking now.

Good boy. Hold on, let me just wipe my. ..

Okay. Now I'm good. Uh, because your clothes are already messy and this shit is suede.

I'm sorry I forgot my public handjob wet wipes. Just go clean up in the men's room. Yeah, okay.

No rush. Mm-hmm. Leo? Yeah, I'm headed out.

Thanks again. Fuck. No, it's just this fucking wordle.

How is this fun? No, connections is fun. What? Does he have an appointment? What the.

.. Why do I even have a fucking secretary? Am I taking walk-ins now? A receptionist, I'm sorry.

Ugh, fuck this game. Girl, why do you have that big shit eating gray on your. ..

Oh, it's you. So which one of the owners told you how to find me, hmm? Oh, no, no, no.

I just need to know who's getting denial December in addition to no nut November. You haven't heard. ..

You know what? Google it. I'm not a kinkcyclopedia.

Fucking vanilla people. Anyway, why are you here? Looking to get tied up? Flogged, maybe? Or do you want to call me mommy while I put you over my knee and spank your bare ass? Uh, I don't do dates.

Or dating. Because I have a small intimate circle of friends and or play partners that are capable of filling any need or want I may have at any given time. What about love? Who says I don't have love? Okay, why do you have such a narrow concept of intimacy and connection? Is love such a finite resource it can only be shared with one person? Or are you talking about love as defined by rom coms and the Hallmark Channel? Did you just concede? No, frankly, I'm impressed you were coming off as a bit high handed to start.

Maybe hope for you yet. I'm sorry, did I give you the impression I was looking for new friends or partners? And if I did, what makes you think I'd consider you? No, go on.

Make your case. I'm going to stop you there. Being attractive and reasonably open minded helps, but I have plenty of those types already.

So what makes you so special? There might be a tiny bit of chemistry here, it's true. But my relationships with vanilla types tend to not last long, so it would likely be, at best, a fun story for you to tell your bros and a total waste of time and effort for me.

Do you know how many people have told me they were willing to try? And how many billable hours I spent being a free kink dispenser for the curious? What kind of a time limit? Fuck that, I am not donating two weeks of my life.

How about one evening? One I promise you'll never forget. Aww, who's the little negotiator? It's cute that you're trying.

Well, I think that getting on your knees could only improve your chances, but there's really only one way to find out, isn't there? That's a good look on you. Fine, three evenings, final offer.

Don't get up, this experiment starts now. Come over here. Yes, on your knees.

Let's actually make it hands and knees. You know, distribute the weight a bit more evenly. That is called crawling, very good.

You don't have a problem with that, do you? Excellent. Now stop stalling and get your ass over here.

Now there's a good boy. Let's discuss scheduling. Mm-mm.

We're doing some kinky shit first, because if you're going to run away screaming, I'd rather know sooner rather than later. If that works out, I'll let you take me on a date or whatever. Deal? Okay then.

So, next week I am free after 6 p.m. on Monday. I can do after 8 o'clock on Wednesday.

Okay, that is the last of the paperwork. Any more questions? Good.

Have you picked your safe words? Okay, noted. And we're good to go.

No, no. Don't move. You're good right there.

So, being as we only have three days and you're new to all of this, I won't restrict your eye contact or speech. But when I tell you to do something, you'll either do it or use one of your safe words. So? Good boy.

We are going to dinner, but it's only 5.30 and we aren't retirement age, so I figured I could give you a taste of what you're in for. What do you say? Good.

Open the top drawer in the side table. Grab the lube and the wet wipes. Please tell me you aren't a spit-in-a-sweat-sock kind of guy, because you're a grown-ass man.

What you're supposed to do with them is what I tell you to. Understood? Good boy.

Now, take out your cock. I wasn't able to catch a peek the other night. I'm going to see what I'm working with.

Do I look like I'm joking? Very nice. Now, you're going to stroke it for me.

Don't just go at it. Jesus, you really need to learn some patience. Now, take the tips of your fingers, one hand only, and lightly stroke your cock for me.

No squeezing. Just up and down. Good.

Now, keep doing that while you listen. See, babe, I like to be in control. Okay, maybe like isn't the right word.

I need to be in control. If we're going to do this, if we're going to do anything, you're going to need to be okay with that. Compromise is fine when it comes to picking movies or deciding on a restaurant, but when it comes to any and all things sexual or kinky, I'm the boss.

Now, make a loose circle around your cock with your pointer finger and thumb and keep stroking. Ah, so he does know a thing or two. No, I am not a switch.

I'm a dom. Oh, I'm sure you are used to being in charge. I might even let you off the chain at some point.