Chapter 4

The sound of leather smacking against flesh echoed off of the bare concrete walls, quickly followed by a muffled groan of pain. The sound made me flinch inwardly, but on the outside, I maintained my poker face and took another sip of my drink. We were in the basement dungeon of a local dominatrix who I had met online a few years ago. I had recently told her about my relationship with Jennifer and she asked if she could rent her for a session. After some discussion, Jennifer agreed, knowing that her compliance with my wishes made me happy.

The session had started easily enough, we arrived late in the evening and I turned Jennifer over to Mistress Karen, settling down in a chair to watch the show. Jennifer was dressed in her most innocent attire, a white schoolgirl costume with matching stockings and heels, her hair done up in pigtails and her makeup subdued and youthful. Mistress Karen on the other hand was as stereotypical a dominatrix you could get. Her black leather corset probably fit her well 10 years ago, but now it strained against her not quite flabby body. Her thigh high dominatrix boots were scuffed and worn and her stockings showed fraying and a few runs where they protruded above the sagging boot tops and grey streaked her otherwise raven black hair. Despite her slightly over the hill appearance, she knew her stuff, quickly taking control of Jennifer and putting her through her paces in her personal lair.

After almost an hour of Jennifer being bound to various saddles, tables and benches, she was now fastened to the St Andrews Cross that occupied the far wall of the dungeon. Her outfit was in tatters, hanging loosely from her body as a result of Karen’s various attentions. Crops, paddles and floggers had left stripes and welts on various parts of Jennifer’s body. I knew that my slave wasn’t wild about this, pain was something she tolerated because she loved me, but it wasn’t a kink of hers. I had kept a close eye on the proceedings, making sure that Jennifer was always alright with Karen’s latest efforts, but now things seemed to be going a bit far.

Karen was using a cat o’ nine tails, initially she had been just twirling it around letting the tips graze Jennifer across her chest and stomach. Now, she was winding up and leaning into the blows. Angry red welts were being left on my slave’s body and I could see fear starting to rise in her eyes as Karen became rougher and harder with her strikes. Now, she took a step back and set herself for a full wind up.

“Enough” I said, in a firm but polite tone. Karen looked at me, startled as if she had forgotten I was here. She checked her swing but maintained her posture.

“I paid for an hour with her and we agreed that I could use my toys” she shot back in a condescending tone. This was her dungeon after all.

“Yes, but we also agreed no lasting damage and no blood. Also, you only have 10 minutes left so if you want my slave to service you before we leave you had better get her down from there.” I gestured to Jennifer who was sagging in her bonds, wheezing around her gag.

“I will buy another hour then; I am just getting warmed up” Karen responded and leaned back for another blow.

“No!” I said.

I am not a large man, nor am I tall, muscular or overly good looking, but I have been told that I am imposing, with a presence that commands attention and Karen got the full effect. I saw her tense as I put my drink down and rose from the chair. I moved with measured but purposeful strides to put myself between Karen and my helpless Jennifer. I locked eyes with Karen, who stood a good half head higher than me in her platform heels.

“This is your dungeon, but it is my slave so I decide when she has had enough.” I heard Jennifer sob in relief behind me. “If you aren’t willing to respect that, then we are done here.”

Karen straightened up and moved towards me, forcing me to crane my neck to keep eye contact. She tried to loom over me as I am certain she had over other men and I had to admit, it was an imposing spectacle. Despite her best efforts to intimidate me with her presence, I simply remained in place and kept my eyes locked on hers. I was not attempting to challenge her for dominance, but I was not backing down in the protection of my slave.

After a tense couple of seconds, a small smile tugged at the edges of Karen’s mouth. I saw her quash the unintentional expression of mirth, the same way I controlled my poker face with Jennifer. Instead, she stepped back and nodded.
“You are a good owner, protecting your property like that” she said in a
business-like tone.

“Jennifer isn’t my property; she is my slave. She trusts me and I don’t abuse that trust.” I replied, hearing her moan with relief behind me.

“I understand.” Karen stated. “I am finished for tonight, but I hope that we can play again sometime.” Karen turned and left the dungeon, entering her dressing room and closing the door behind her.

I turned to Jennifer, who had composed herself and was standing firmly against the cross. I could see the love and gratitude in her eyes about what I had done on her behalf. I reached up to uncuff her hands and knelt down to release her legs, catching her as she staggered off of the short platform. I held her by the elbow and shoulders as we moved up the stairs to the main floor of Karen’s house. I removed her gag and handed her a duffel bag with a change of clothes and she went into the bathroom to change.

Karen came up the stairs soon after, wearing a silk robe loosely tied around her waist. She was barefoot and had let her hair down from the severe bun she wore in her Dominatrix persona.

“You have quite a slave there.” She said, handing me the drink that I had left downstairs. She moved over to her bar, pouring herself a glass of red wine then settling down in a chair. She curled her legs up underneath her and looked surprisingly vulnerable, a complete 180 from the woman she was a few minutes ago.

“Thank you, from someone as experienced as you I appreciate the compliment.” I replied, leaning against the doorjamb with an eye on the bathroom where Jennifer was changing.

“My apologies for my behaviour earlier” she offered. “It has been a while since I had someone as beautiful as Jennifer in my dungeon, I got carried away.”

“Apology accepted” I said “but understand that any return engagements will depend on Jennifer.”

“What about without Jennifer?” she said in a sultry tone, leaning forward to give me a glimpse down the loosely tied robe.

“Thank you for the offer, but Jennifer and I are a team. She trusts me and I make sure not to betray that trust.” I countered.

“I respect that.” Karen answered in a slightly disappointed tone, seating herself more squarely on the chair and crossing her legs in front of her.

Jennifer took that moment to come out of the bathroom. She was wearing a college hoodie and leggings, comfortable and safe. She had washed her face where her makeup had run and looked every inch your average young woman. She held the duffel bag in front of her protectively and stood awkwardly in the door, unsure of where to look or what to do.

“Time to go dear.” I said “Thank you for an interesting evening, Mistress Karen.”

Karen rose from her chair and moved to open the door for us, her hand running across my shoulder and chest as she passed. I saw a flare of jealousy in Jennifer’s eyes, and was sure that Karen had seen it too.

“You are welcome anytime; I hope to continue our friendship.” She said in a strong but sultry voice, keeping eye contact with me so there was no confusion in her meaning.