Prologue

The Caribbean sun shimmered brightly upon her oiled bikini-clad body. She lay back upon a beach chair, listening to the waves lapping at the shore just a stone’s throw away from her recently pedicured toes. The taste of Pina Colada was on her lips, and only the faint hum of a jet ski could be heard over the waves and cool ocean breeze.

The ch-ching sound effect of a cash register emanating from her cell phone, tucked away in the beach bag beneath her chair broke the silence, but it was not an unwelcome sound. She glanced up at the cloudless sky through her sunglasses and noted that it looked just a tad more beautiful than it had a moment before her phone’s alert, and she made the slightest of smiles. She took another sip of her Colada before reaching beneath her chair to retrieve the source of both the noise and her happiness.

“You have received a tribute!” the notification read. She already knew it would say that, but the amount and the name of the sender was listed below.

A user named BarryJ sent her $30. She’d been hoping for more; she always hoped for more, even when she got hundred dollar tributes, which the previous night she had. Still, it was $30 she hadn’t had seconds earlier, that had simply been given to her, as a gift, from one of her many clients.

She typed out a text to her generous pay piggy, “Your tribute made me smile, Barry. I’ve got my eye on you. There’s a chance you might end up on my Good Boy List. Would you like to find out how?”

She hit send and set her phone to her side. She knew that BarryJ knew exactly how to end up on her Good Boy List, but pretending there was a bit of mystery to it tended to make the spendy boys spendier, she found. She didn’t have to wait long for his reply.

“Yes mistress, please tel me howwww!” his message said, and she could feel the whine behind it. She rolled her eyes at the quadruple w and responded,

“Double that tribute if you really want to make me smile. Want to make me WET? Triple it. I’m waiting.”

No sooner had she sent the reply that her phone rang. A different client, max45, was calling. She took three seconds to prepare herself, and answered.

“Where have you been, you fool?” she demanded. “I haven’t gotten my weekly tithe from you. You owe me $50, plus a $20 late fee!”

“I’m sorry, mistress. I was so busy this weekend and- oh shit, my wife just walked in!”

She heard a click and the call ended. She dropped her phone in the sand beside her, annoyed. One minute calls- annoying for vanilla phone sex workers, but for dommes like her, a toss-up. It depended on what impact she could make on the caller’s weak pliable mind that determined whether the call had indeed been worth her while.

As she sucked the last of her Pina Colada through her straw, her phone made the cash register sound effect- twice. She glanced at the screen. BarryJ and max45 had each sent her tributes. She didn’t bother looking at the amounts. She tucked the phone back into her beach bag and stared up again at the sky.

It wasn’t even noon, and today was shaping up to be a beautiful day.