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Natalie was stunned. Her close friend was a latex clad dominatrix. Really? Now some of the parts of the puzzle fall into place, she thought to herself. That is obviously part of what
she saw in her in the wine bar.

“I can tell by the look on you
r face that there is more to this than you are telling me, Natalie. What is it?”

“Oh… It’s nothing…”

“Natalie!” His tone was sharp without being harsh. She was being chastised after being caught out.

“It is just that I experienced some of Jo’s dominating behavior a day or two ago after telling her about some of the things we had been doing together. I had never seen that side of her before.”

“And did it excite you?”

Natalie paused in thought. Finally
, she replied, “Yes, Sir. It excited me more than I would like to admit and I cannot figure out why.”

“Natalie, it excites you to totally give up control. You are in control in your normal life, you have control at work
, and you are a competent and confident woman. But it turns you on to have that control taken from you and to be ordered around, to be forced to do things that you would normally never allow. You don’t like hearing what I am saying but even being forced to sit there and listen is exciting for you. Isn’t it?”

Natalie looked down at the table. In a subdued voice she replied, “Yes
, Sir. It is.” As she said it, the buzzing started and it caused her to startle. An involuntary “Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh” came from her lips. The buzzing stopped and as she looked up, Sir James was offering her a selection from the plate of appetizers. He held it in his fingers and she was forced to lean forward and take it from him. As she took it, he followed with one finger, forcing it into her mouth, moving it around.

“Lick it clean, Natalie.”

Natalie responded by sucking Sir James’ finger before clamping her lips on it and running her tongue over it before he withdrew it. She looked him in the eye and licked her lips before smiling. Her reward was to feel the buzz of the vibrator once again, operating at a higher setting. Her eyes rolled back in her head before her head tilted back as she enjoyed the intensity of what was happening between her legs. Sir James then ate a piece before turning the vibrator off once again.

This little ritual was repeated time and time again with small variations and varying electric shocks throughout the rest of the evening. Natalie was particularly fascinated by the electrical connections because the sensation of being fucked was being felt without the accompanying irritation and abrasion that can sometimes happen over time. I wonder if he will give me the controls to this thing, she thought to herself. It could even make
Big Black redundant.

For Natalie, the whole evening had been surreal. She had been a willing and sometimes not so willing player in this sexually charged game being played by Sir James. He was pushing the boundaries of behavior in public places
, and she was so turned on by this sordid activity she could hardly think straight. She looked around, wondering how many other women here might have experienced anything close to what she had been subjected to tonight and she decided that the answer was nearly guaranteed to be zero, although Mary had obviously had some involvement in the past, at least on the periphery.

Eventually
, it was time to leave. The Maître d returned to their table and Mary was standing behind him. He addressed James.

“I hope everything was to your satisfaction this evening.” James assured him that everything was superb. He then turned to Natalie and said, “I hope your evening was both exciting and informative.”

“I do not know how it could have been more so.” She then addressed Mary privately while Sir James and the Maître de chatted briefly. “It was most pleasant to meet you and so valuable to chat. Thank you for your advice and for your wonderful service.”

“My pleasure. I wish you the very best and hope to see you back here again,” Mary beamed.

James stood and held his hand out. Natalie took it and stood. As she did so, she could not help but notice that Sir James had left a very sizeable tip on the table. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“It is a shame you are not wearing your collar. I would take great pleasure in leading you out of here.”

He squeezed her hand and then the buzzing commenced again. She twitched almost imperceptively, but then maintained her composure as they departed the restaurant. When the elevator doors closed, Natalie was literally dragged around in front of Sir James. Without preamble he lifted her skirt and thrust his hand down between the vibrator and her dripping pussy, slipping two fingers deeply into her. Her legs buckled somewhat as she let out a long moan.

“Oooooooohhhhhhhhh, yes.” She thrust her head back and looked up at the closed circuit security camera, briefly wondering if any bored security guard would ever see this on the panels in the control room before rolling her eyes as the excitement of the moment enveloped her. His mouth was beside her ear. He nibbled her earlobe
playfully before biting it with a little more force, just enough to take her from pure pleasure to that borderline area of pleasure and pain. His voice was low and husky.

“If you can come before we reach the ground, please feel free.” His hand was tilting back and forth. He had parted her labia lips and his fingers were moving back and forth, fucking her slowly but firmly. She was thrusting down against him, her pleasure rapidly building. She could feeling the elevator racing towards the ground and could sense the changing air pressure. She knew she was about to explode but just before her orgasm took hold, the elevator came to a halt. Sir James immediately removed his hand and adopted a totally innocent pose as the doors opened. Natalie groaned inwardly and tried to look composed but she knew that anyone who looked at her closely would see she was far from it. As they stepped out into the lobby
, Sir James walked her towards a cab.

“That was a shame you didn’t quite make it. I do not want you to touch yourself again until next time we meet. Message me to confirm you have gotten home safely. I will call you.”
As the cab drew away from the curb, he could see her looking out at him. She was pouting. In the solitude of the cab she realized that she did not even know what Sir James did for a living. Although she had wondered, it was a subject that had never come up as he had a remarkable way of turning the conversation around to focus on her. When he said he would call, did he mean tomorrow, or did he mean next week? She had no way of knowing, but she was hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

Natalie unlocked her front door and stepped inside, suddenly realizing just how tired she was. As exciting as the night had been, it had also been quite intense and she needed a good
night’s sleep to get over it. She also had a lot to think about, as was always the case when she spent time with Sir James. She undressed, taking great care to put her corset away properly. She then carefully removed the vibrator and took it into the bathroom to ensure it was properly cleaned. As she held it in her hands, she was amazed that such a small device could deliver her so much pleasure and yet she still did not know how Sir James managed to turn it on and off.

As she took care of her preparations for bed, she realized she was a little bit tender. Sir James must have been a bit rougher with her in the elevator than she realized although it certainly didn’t feel that way at the time. After carefully peeling off her body stocking, she fell into bed with only a vague idea of what she planned to do the following day
. It wasn’t long before she fell into a deep sleep.

The following day she sent a message to Jo-Anne. It read
:
We need to meet again. There is so much to talk about. The usual place at 5pm?

After about 30 minutes, she received a reply that read
:
We will meet at my place at 5:15. Bring a bottle of wine. I will supply everything else.

For Natalie, the reply was no surprise and in some ways it was a bit of a relief.
She had been reflecting on their last meeting. The dynamics of her relationship with Jo-Anne had changed markedly. No longer able to trust her own reactions, she had decided it would be better for them to meet in a more private setting. Despite having some misgivings about what meeting in private would expose her to, she was glad that Jo-Anne had taken the initiative to suggest it. When she looked back over the text, she formed a slightly different opinion of her friend’s message. “She didn’t suggest anything. She is telling me where she wants me and under what conditions,” she said aloud. This is the dominatrix exposing herself. As she thought about the symbolism of this, a little thrill, or was it a shiver, ran through her. This might be quite an interesting meeting.

Jo
-Anne lived on Coronado Island, which is not really an island at all as it remains connected to the mainland by a thin strip of land. On the western side is the cold, blue Pacific Ocean with San Diego Bay to the east. The southern end of the bay is not far from the Mexican border at Tijuana. About two thirds of the island is taken up by the North Island Naval Air Station and much of the remaining area is populated by retired Naval Officers, well to do people, and tourists. The world famous Hotel Del Coronado is situated on the western side of the island.

The main method of reaching it is via a large bridge that connects Coronado to down town San Diego, cutting the trip down to a few minutes when travelling outside the rush hour.
There is also a regular ferry service that operates between the two and Natalie considered catching it and walking to Jo-Anne’s. She decided that driving would be a better option and before long she found herself on the freeway taking the turn-off to Coronado. As Natalie drove over the bridge, she noticed the sign that read ‘Welcome to Coronado’ and she wondered what sort of welcome she was going to get when she arrived at Jo-Anne’s, or was it Lady Jo-Anne’s?

Arriving on time, she found herself ring
ing the doorbell at precisely 5:15pm. Jo-Anne opened the door and they embraced, giving the perfunctory air kiss that seemed to have become such a part of popular culture over recent years. Natalie followed Jo-Anne into a combined lounge/dining area where there were wine glasses and snacks already in place. Natalie passed her bottle of wine to Jo-Anne who opened it and poured them both a glass of the crisp, cold Chablis before they both sat.

“So, another exciting date with Sir James, I trust. I can’t wait to hear about it.”

“Yes… Lady Jo-Anne. It was a most interesting and informative evening. Before I tell you about it, I think you have some explaining to do.”

Jo-Anne looked somewhat surprised and taken aback before adopting a look of resignation on her face as she faced Natalie. “Hmmmm. Where do I begin?”

“Firstly, tell me why I didn’t know. We can get to the other details and questions, of which I have many, later. Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this aspect of your life and more to the point, how did you keep it a secret from me for all these years?”

Jo-Anne’s expression changed from resignation to a mixture of annoyance and disdain. “Natalie, I am not sure what you have been told
, but you have never been ready to know about this aspect of my private life. If I had told you even as recently as a few days ago that I got off on dressing up in form fitting latex, tying female and male slaves down and torturing them until they begged for mercy, how do you think you would have responded?”

Natalie was trying not to appear shocked by what she had just heard
, and she sat there thoughtfully. Eventually, she replied, “Ok – I get your point.”

“You get my fucking point? I don’t think you do
,” Jo-Anne laughed. “You have told me all of the things that James has done to you so far. As exciting as that has been for you, and I have to admit it was pretty hot as you told me about it, I would do more than that with some of my slaves and submissives before breakfast on a good day. I’ve wanted to share this part of me with you for years, but unfortunately, most people are so narrow minded that what people like me do is simply beyond their comprehension. I did not want to risk our friendship by telling you before you were ready.”

She continued,
“When you first told me about James, I was most excited and interested to see how your relationship would evolve because I knew that if you enjoyed it, I could share this part of my life with you. When I ordered you around the other night at the wine bar, for me it was simply sublime. Yes I was testing you, but you have no idea how long I have wanted to have you at my mercy. When I think back to some of the things we did quite innocently as teenagers, I have often fantasized about how we could develop some of those ideas further.”

“Oh my God! You’re kidding me, right?... Oooohhhhh... I can see that you are not kidding me. Oh my God!”

Natalie could feel herself blushing as the memories for their last meeting came flooding back. She recalled her initial shock and then how she felt as her old friend ordered her to please her. The confusion hinged on her conflicting feelings about what was happening between them. She realized there was unresolved sexual tension between them that dated back to their teenage years. It took her adventures with Sir James to bring it to the surface.

“So why were you at the Hyatt last night?”

“Believe it or not, I was looking out for you. There are no shortage of creeps around who will use and abuse women, and men for that matter, under the guise of dominating them. Although James sounded like one of the good guys, I had to find out, but at the same time I did not want to interfere with your evening.”

“And…?”

“And he is one of the good guys. As soon as I saw him I recognized him. Although we have not met, I have seen him at a few parties I have attended and he has a reputation for being a caring and responsible dominant. I will be quite honest with you. I have wanted to meet him although not necessarily for the reasons you may think. It is more of a professional inquisitiveness, if that makes sense. You will learn so much from him, assuming you like how he treats you and you wish to grow into this lifestyle further. Once I was satisfied that you were safe, I had no reason to hang about so I left. I was with a slave anyhow and I had to bring him back to … oh don’t worry about what I had to do to him.”

Natalie was wide eyed. “A slave? How many slave
s do you, as Lady Jo-Anne, have?”

“Oh, the figure goes up and down and it depends on what level of slavery we are talking about. Sometimes there can be as many as four or five. Currently I have two slaves who spend much of their spare time here, Marc and Clair. They look after most of my needs. You will meet Marc shortly and possibly meet Clair a little later.”

Jo-Anne rang a small bell that was sitting on the table. Natalie turned to see a door open and a nearly naked man enter the room.

“Yes
, Mistress,” he said to Jo-Anne quite pleasantly.

“Marc, I want you to meet a good friend of mine, Natalie.”

As he approached her, Natalie offered her hand in greeting. Marc dropped to his knees, took her hand and kissed it. Looking up into her eyes he said, “I am very pleased to meet you, Ma’am.”

Natalie was trying not to appear surprised by this turn of events but she was very curious to find out more about Jo-Anne’s slave. Marc looked over at Jo-Anne and without saying anything, she simply po
inted down beside her feet and Marc immediately scurried across and adopted a kneeling position beside her.

Natalie took the time to have a proper look at him as Jo-Anne took another sip of wine. She estimated that he was about 30 years old and he was well built without being overtly muscle bound. The first thing she noticed was the shorts he was wearing. They were latex short shorts and there was a considerable bulge in the front of them. He had no body hair that she could see
and his nipples were pierced with a ring in each. He was also wearing a leather collar and leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, not dissimilar to the ones that she had been wearing at Sir James’ home a few nights before.

“The bulge you can see is his chastity belt. He has a CB-6000 locked in place. It denies him any contact with himself unless I release him. I find it is most useful in keeping his mind focused in the most important things in life – me,” Jo-Anne said, chuckling at her final point.

“Chastity? For real? I’ve never seen a chastity belt before.”

“Would you like to see Marc’s?”

“Mmmmmm,” Natalie replied, subconsciously licking her lips in anticipation.

Jo-Anne tapped Marc on the shoulder. “Stand and remove your shorts. Go over and show
Natalie your device.”

“Yes
, Mistress.” Marc immediately sprang to his feet, unzipped the front of his latex shorts and removed them before stepping over and standing in front of Natalie with his legs spread and his hands behind his back. She looked down to see the clear plastic tube that encased Marc’s flaccid cock. She could see that he was totally devoid of pubic hair and just above the CB-6000 he had a tattoo curving across his groin that said, ‘Property of Lady Jo-Anne’ in flowery lettering about 20 mm high. There was a small padlock locking the device to a pin that stood out from a ring that encircled his balls. It looked to Natalie like his balls were trapped between the cock tube and the ring.

As she was looking at it, Jo-Anne stepped over and, encircling Marc with her arms
, grasped each of his nipples and squeezed. At the same time she whispered something in his ear that Natalie missed. He let out a moan and she watched his cock literally expand to fill the tube before her eyes, watching in fascination as it bulged through the holes that were cut in the tube for both cleaning and ventilation as well as for relieving himself.

“This is a most uncomfortable position for him to be in because obviously his cock would love to be standing up straight at the moment but it can’t. While he can touch parts of himself through the holes, he cannot give
himself any degree of pleasure, much to his frustration at times. I decide when he is to be released and how and when he may obtain the release he so desires. Do you love me Marc?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. More than anyone could imagine.”

She stepped back and clicked her fingers. He turned around and retreated, resuming his position beside her without replacing the shorts. When he turned, Natalie noted at least five clear stripes across his butt. They covered both cheeks and were parallel, starting near the top of his cheeks and ending at the top of his thighs. She assumed he was the slave who was with Jo-Anne the previous night. Natalie noted the tone of his voice, and it was obvious that he lived in awe of his Mistress.

Her mind went to Sir James and she thought about how he made her feel and although her feelings were not as strong as Marc’s, she instantly felt some empathy with him in his position. She found this a little unsettling but exciting at the same time. It only served to increase her arousal level
, and she knew she was quite well lubricated already. She had felt that familiar rush as Marc had removed his shorts in front of her and adopted a pose very similar to what Sir James had expected of her.

“Marc
, go and get the food from the kitchen then I want you to prepare Clair.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

When he left the room, Jo-Anne said, “I see you noticed the cane welts. They were from a little period of play we engaged in last night after we got home.”

Natalie felt a little shiver run through her as Jo-Anne explained them away so nonchalantly. What sort of world
had she blundered into she thought to herself? And why did she find it so damned exciting?

Shortly
, Marc returned with a platter of seafood, placing it on the table in front of the ladies. He then laid plates and cutlery before leaving the room with Natalie focused on his welted butt, wondering what it felt like each time the cane struck him and how he would have reacted when it was happening. She quite rightly assumed that he would be reminded of it every time he leaned his butt against something or when he sat down. She was pleasantly surprised to see her own place setting as she was beginning to wonder if she would be allowed to eat by herself in front of a Dominant again.

Jo-Anne implored her to help herself and they dined, sipping wine and making small talk with Jo explaining how she originally started out in this lifestyle and explaining some of the positives and negatives. Natalie took in everything she said in total fascination, taking time to reflect on some of her words and compare them with things that she had undergone herself in recent days.

When they had eaten their fill and finished the last of the wine, Natalie had a slight buzz, but she was no longer sure if that was due to the effects of the wine or because of the impact of what she had experienced so far this evening. Shortly, Jo-Anne excused herself telling Natalie she would be back in about ten minutes. Before she left she pointed Natalie to a bookcase, suggesting she might keep herself amused in Jo-Anne’s absence.

Natalie wandered over to the bookcase and started reading the spines of some of the books, amazed to discover that most of them had words like bondage, submission, Mistress, dominant, pain and Master as part of their titles. At one end of the shelf were a selection of glossy magazines
, and the first one Natalie took was called Domination Directory International with a latex clad woman on the cover. She was wearing a full latex catsuit, high-heeled boots and was holding a whip back as if she was ready to lash someone. Natalie was shocked to note that the face was that of Jo-Anne. She stared at the picture, noting how the latex hugged every curve of her friend’s body, presenting a flawless view of the female human form.

Just as she was marveling at the vision on the cover the door opened and Jo-Anne entered, wearing a very similar catsuit although this one was made of smoky translucent latex. Natalie’s jaw literally dropped at the sight of her friend as she strode confidently into the room moving perfectly in shoes th
at must have had six-inch heels, her wicked smile saying so much. She noticed the magazine in Natalie’s hand, struck a pose and said, “Does my butt look big in this?”