Chapter 3: The Televangelist Couple

Millions of people tuned every Sunday in to watch James and Patti Serling preach the word of the Lord. Their ministry was more than just a church. It was a business generating nearly two hundred and fifty million dollars a year.

Their pious lifestyle was getting to be stifling. Even though they were preaching about the evils of sin and what the joys of living a moral and ethical life could bring, they both had secret desires that were just clawing to get out.

Patti had confessed to her husband that she had a secret. She felt trapped as the dutiful wife of a preacher. She had been shy and inexperienced with men when she married James at the age of eighteen. Now thirty years old, her curiosity about girls had grown into a burning desire.

James was ten years her senior. He also had a secret he had divulged to his wife. He was a closet submissive. He wanted to experience the thrill of surrendering control. He had sex with only two women before marrying Patti, so the scope of their sexual practices was very limited.

Of course none of this could become public knowledge. That would destroy their ministry and make millions of people question their own moral choices if they found out their religious leaders were perverts.

They reached out to Domnic Santoro, knowing he had a reputation for keeping things discrete. They needed discretion above everything else. They wanted to explore their kinky boundaries. Specifically, it was Patti’s desire for a woman and James’s desire to be submissive, but they were terrified of the unknown. They needed a guide.

Dominic saw this as a business opportunity. He saw another type of service he could integrate into his new “companionship” business.

He saw the perfect solution. James was a natural submissive. He wanted someone to take charge so he didn’t have to lead. Patti was shy and inexperienced in the ways of the flesh. She needed someone to not show her but tell her how to be a slut.

Elizabeth was the key. Dominic knew Elizabeth as Vesper the whore, was the perfect choice for this role.

Elizabeth was a respected professor by day and a high-class whore by night. She had the intelligence to hold a conversation with the Sterlings. She had the maternal warmth to put Patti at ease and also the skills of Vesper the whore to lead the preacher and his wife down the path of depravity.

She would still be a whore. She would be selling herself to the customer for what they want. This time it would be in a dominant capacity.

Dominic knew that Elizabeth, the professor and mom, would never take on that kind of role voluntarily. He got that warm feeling of satisfaction knowing that he was once again forcing Elizabeth into doing things that she reviled. She would be forced into doing something that went against all of her prudish morals and ethics that she preached about. It couldn’t get any better. He was getting his revenge and he was building a business at the same time.

Elizabeth’s phone rang. She recognized the ringtone. She picked up, with her voice dropping an octave, shifting from “Mom” to “Vesper.”

“Hello, Dominic,” she said.

“You have a new customer.” It’s the Sterlings. James and Patti. You serviced Senator Arthur Sterling a while back, remember? Well, his son, James, has reached out. They want to explore. Patti wants to explore with a woman, and Jim wants to watch. The catch? They’re both shy. Neither of them is into heavy BDSM, right now at least. They need you to take charge. You’re the guide, the leader. You set the pace, you show Patti what she needs, and you keep Jim in line.”

Vesper remembered back to her session with Arthur Sterling. Service was not what she would call it. He put her through hell. She felt the pain in her nipples from the clamps, the torturous six-inch locking stilettos, how he degraded her, and how he fucked her hard. She remembered the painful spanking and caning that took a week before she could sit down.

“I’m sending the car to bring you over to Sorella’s.”

Vesper knew that was not a request. “Fuck, what the hell is that bastard up to now? Just when I was getting used to being a whore that was told what to do, he now does this.”

The continuing dueling personas in Elizabeth’s mind continued. Dr. Elizabeth Collins didn’t use that kind of language. Vesper did.

Dominic very rarely did things for no reason. He wanted the meeting at Sorella’s to emphasize the fact that this was his business and Elizabeth, as Vesper, was just a whore for him to use however he wanted. She was an asset on a balance sheet. Assets don’t have feelings. Assets are used to make the business profitable.

Elizabeth put on the gold chain with the Triskelion emblem before leaving for the restaurant. That was her key for Box B, Vesper the whore.

Elizabeth noticed the familiar smell of the Italian restaurant. She felt the same oppressive feeling of what Dominic called his old man’s business, which was built on violence and fear.

That contrasted with Dominic’s strategy. He was going to run the family business as a business. He was going to game the system, leveraging the very rules that were putting his old man’s contemporaries not just out of business but landing them in prison. He was out to build a new modern Santoro empire. He was going to get leverage on the politicians, the policymakers, and the kingpins of industry to build that empire.

He got up and took her hand as she sat down. He motioned to the waiter, “Get the usual for the lady.”

She was amazed at how he was the old-school gentleman and mafia boss all rolled into one. She sat down at his regular booth near the back wall. He was always sharply dressed as the modern CEO. This was such a contrast to the older men in cheap suits that were sitting around the restaurant.

Dominic went straight to the point. “You have a new role as my whore, Vesper.” The Sterlings are eager for new sexual experiences, and they need a dominant to start them on their way. You’re not going to be a Dominatrix. Patti wants to be controlled, and she wants to have a sexual experience with a woman. Jim is a closet submissive that wants to be told what to do even though he won’t really admit it. You’re going to be the dominant one in the room. You will tell them what to do, take charge, and give them a mind-blowing experience because that is what they are paying for. That is what you do as a whore. You give your customers what they’re paying for.”

Vesper was taking all of this in. His cool, detached way of talking about selling wanton sex as if he were selling finely roasted coffee. She started to speak, but he interrupted her.

With a wave of his hand, “I know this is different than what you imagined a whore would do. You don’t get to dictate what a customer wants. You simply perform. This is no different than getting your ass caned.”

He then grinned. “I’m sure that if you had a choice, you wouldn’t want to have your ass turned into raw hamburger. That is what your customer wanted. You sold your ass to him, and you thanked him after. This is no different.”

Vesper nodded. He always was in control. He knew what clients wanted, and he delivered the goods. She was just one of those goods.

“We are going to meet with the clients in a few days. You are going to run that meeting. This shows your dominant side, which is what they are looking for. I’m going to be there, of course. You’ll discuss the details of the experience they want and probe to make sure they are open, honest, and explicit so we can make sure they get their money’s worth.”

He took a sip from the glass of wine. He always seemed to have a glass of wine at the table when he was here at Sorella’s.

“We need a strategy. We are going to come with that strategy right now.”

Dominic looked at the expression on Vesper’s face. “Ok, you look like you have some questions.”

Vesper hesitated. She was not quite sure how to frame her questions. “I know I’m your whore, Dominic, and I know that I sell myself to my customers for what they want. I’ve never been dominant, though. I don’t know how to do it.”

Dominic again waved his hand. “Yes, you have. Elizabeth is very dominant when she gives lectures and pontificates about morals and ethics. Vesper. You need to draw from Elizabeth on what being dominant is and how to do it. Being dominant is not just waving around a riding crop and whacking a body part. It is presenting an air of authority. You will be that authority. That is what your customers want right now. They don’t want a Dominatrix. They want someone in authority to tell them what to do. They need to be told because they can’t do it of their own volition. Patti wants to lick your cunt, but she needs to be told to do it.”

He continued, “Vesper, let Elizabeth help you research how to take control of an intense sexual situation. How to do it is out there. We have a little over a week for you to prepare yourself for your customers. This is just like going shopping for whore clothes. You are preparing yourself for your customers.”

Elizabeth’s persona spoke up in her mind. “Think back to the lecture hall, the podium, the students hanging on every word. Control. I know control. I command respect in a room of hundreds.”

Vesper responded. “But that’s different. That’s intellectual authority. This is visceral. I can do this. I am an asset. I’m Vesper. I just have to remember to let the professor research how a whore can be dominant.”

Vesper nodded.

Dominic continued. “OK, now on to the strategy. The Santoro estate. It’s an hour out, discreet, elegant, and safe. No one will find them there.”

“Now we lay out the logistics. A car picks them up at two o’clock sharp. They arrive at the estate, you greet them, and they settle into their suite.”

“Five o’clock dinner with plenty of wine. You need to get them comfortable and loosened up. You start the mind fuck there. Start talking about what they really want. Find out what their deep kinks are to get their juices flowing. Not all of those things will happen that night, but it gets them on the hook for more sessions.”

Vesper noticed how he always was setting things up for more business. The follow-on is already planted in their minds.

Dominic continued with his strategy. “You need to get Patti loose, relaxed, and willing. You get Jim worked up so he follows your rules later. The plan is to overwhelm them with sensation. You need to keep the hierarchy clear. You are in charge.”

“Next, what are the activities? Sensual foreplay between you and Patti. Show her how to touch a woman. Much mutual touching, very sensual. She wants to start out with that. Go slow. Then move to oral. She goes down on you. Then you on her, followed by a mutual sixty-nine. Make sure she cums more than once. Tell her how she is going to show hubby what a slut she is. Make sure to reinforce that she is a slut and other degrading verbiage. She craves that.”

“And James?” Vesper asked.

“He’s the voyeur for part of the night. He watches but does participate in helping you turn his virtuous wife into a slut.”

“Then the swapping starts. Strap up and fuck Patti from behind, doggy style, or missionary, or cowgirl. Then have Jim fuck Patti while she licks your cunt. Then, have Jim fuck you from behind while you lick Patti’s cunt. The positions will rotate with you riding him while she sits on his face, and then her riding him while you sit on his face.”

“This next item is important. Take a lot of breaks all during the night. Discussing what they like, how they feel, that kind of stuff. Ask Patti what she liked the most, what turned her on the hardest.”

“That’s the psychological part,” Vesper noted approvingly.

“Exactly. Then, the twist. Since they’re both submissive by nature, use that to break them further. Strap up and fuck James in the ass while he’s eating Patti’s cunt and ass. Have Patti fuck James in the ass with the strap-on while he eats your cunt. Use the strap-on dildo with the double head so you and Patty cum while you are fucking him. The harder and faster you fuck his ass, the better it feels for you.

Vesper nodded. “Does James get to cum?”

Dominic grinned. “That’s up to you, Vesper. You’re the Dominant. By the time you’re done, they’ll be overloaded. Sensory overload. It’ll be the best sex they’ve ever had.”

Dominic’s office was on the forty-fifth floor of the newest high-rise in the downtown business district. This was the place for business transactions for his revised Santoro empire. Today would be a new type of business negotiation.

Elizabeth sat in the plush waiting area with her legs crossed and magazine open in her lap. Her eyes fixed on the elevator bank. When the doors slid open, her face lit up with a practiced, maternal warmth. She stood up before they could even take a step forward. Her smile was disarming and her posture relaxed.

“James! Patti! It’s wonderful to meet you both.”

She didn’t wait for them to offer a hand. She stepped forward and gently took Patti’s hand. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Please, come in.”

She led them into Dominic’s office, gesturing toward a cluster of oversized armchairs arranged in a semi-circle in front of a low coffee table. The atmosphere was intimate. It was designed to put them at ease and not have to put on the charade of their public personas.

Dominic stood from behind his desk and nodded when they came in. He made no move to assert his dominance. He stepped aside, letting Elizabeth take the lead.

“Let me introduce myself properly,” Elizabeth said, sitting down gracefully in one of the chairs, motioning for the Sterlings to settle in. “I’m Dr. Elizabeth Collins. I’m a professor of ethics at the University. I do have a side interest, which is why we are all here.”

She paused for a moment. “But you can call me Vesper. It’s simpler, and it feels right for what we’re about to do.”

Dominic leaned against his desk, crossing his arms.

“Vesper,” James repeated, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

Patti looked up. “Vesper, that means evening or evening star?”

Elizabeth put a warm smile on her face. “Yes, it does.”

James looked at his wife and then back to Elizabeth. He rubbed the back of his neck, which was a nervous tic he used when he felt unsure. “I’m not sure what Dominic has told you, but we ... we’re desperate for a break. We want to explore. We want something more exciting than the routine we’ve fallen into.”

Elizabeth nodded. “What does that look like for you?”

James shifted in his seat and then fiddled with his tie. He looked at the floor for a second, then at Vesper. “We’ve always been the strong ones. The leaders. We’ve always had vanilla sex. Just ... routine. Neither of us really knows what we’re doing beyond the basics. We just want to break out of that. We want to be told what to do. I want to stop thinking and just ... feel.”