I thumbed through one of those glossy movie magazines as I waited for my slave to be prepared at Dominie House - known to its exclusive membership as "Dom House", of course.
I was only reading it because the magazine had an interview with me, and was in the form of one of those Question and Answer things. The last question read: "And tell our readers, Linda, what do you do to get away from it all?"
If I'd told them "I go to Dom House and enjoying punishing my lovely 40-year-old, big-busted blonde masochist slave by giving her orgasm denial sessions", they probably wouldn't have believed me! Or, even worse, they just might!
At 28 I may be one of the world's leading movie stars, but I'm one of those "pretty" blondes, with a tiny little 32-22-33 inch figure, which may account for why I like punishing big-busted women!
So I'd given them one of my stock-in-trade answers, something about curling up with a book of Alekhine's best games of chess, or enjoying videos of Debbie Does Dallas - no, it was chess, honest!
I'd learned chess from my father, a former high court judge who was on speaking terms with the husband of the impossibly snooty woman sitting opposite me. At least she was preferable to that vulgar black supermodel, also waiting with us in the lounge - well, she calls herself a "supermodel", but I think she's just a trollop.
The snooty woman who's married to the civil servant - he's high-ranking, but a civil servant? I ask you - has a penchant for flogging her slaves.
The black bitch is into cock and ball torture, which is so gross, if you ask me. She talks about "putting the squeeze" on her slaves, which she thinks is funny, but I think is gross. Give me orgasm denial any day!
The civil servant's wife got escorted away for her session first. It didn't worry me, I knew it took a while for them to prepare Pat for my session, but it seemed to irk Madam Supermodel!
Then the black bitch, who drives this appallingly ostentatious Bentley Arnage, was called on. I'll take my sporting little Mini Cooper any day. Understated, but with the kick of a little mule. So much more fun.
And I was looking forward to my fun this morning. I've been a member of Dominie House since its inception just over a year ago. With the high-ranking membership number of 5 I was one of the founding members and I'm on the board of trustees. I could afford to wait, I was in no hurry, Pat was going nowhere, already she would be strapped down and one of the staff acting as a "teaser" would be preparing her.
Last week, I'd played with her using a new, very expensive machine the club has just purchased. It's called a SMART machine, which in this case stands for Stimulation Monitoring Automatically Regulated Tormentor, SMART, for short. I'll explain all about it when we get into the downstairs basement torture chamber.
Just then, one of the staff - a lovely little dark-haired Asiatic girl - arrived to take me down to what we in the club refer to now as "the machine room".
"Slave Pat has been fully aroused, Madam Linda," she informed me. "Oh, and by the way, I just loved your latest movie!" It's so nice to be appreciated!
Downstairs in the warmth of the torture chamber, I stepped out of my dress and laid it across a chair. The basement has fake brick walls to make it look like something sinister, with chains and hooks hanging along the walls. It's all purely for show. The major piece of equipment in the centre of the chamber is the SMART machine.
As I disrobed to my lovely little black latex bikini and high heels, I was approached by a sweet little black girl, naked save for a bright red g-string. So much more classy than that awful supermodel!
"Slave Pat has been brought to arousal readiness, Madam Linda," she informed me, with a lovely smile. I thanked her, knowing she would have enjoyed performing at Pat's lush, pliant pussy.
The Asian girl removed the cork from the bottle of Dom Perignon standing on the control desk where I would supervise Pat's domination session, and poured me a glass. "Enjoy, madam," she said, passing me the flute, then the two women left me alone with the lovely slave.
Pat is 40-years-old, has lovely long blonde hair, which is drawn back into a smooth, severe ponytail. Although only some 5 feet 6 inches in height, she has a stunning pair of 40-inch breasts, with long, prominent nipples, surrounded by areolae the width of golf balls. She is a large-built woman, with strong thighs and muscular buttocks. Her pussy is completely depilated and she has large labia lips and a bulbous clit. She is also one of the most devotedly masochistic of the club's slaves, of either sex!
I sipped on the Dom and walked over to where she lay, her body strapped down to a sort of portable gurney, the upper part made of gleaming black leather. Her large body was strapped down at the shoulders, arms, wrists, thighs, calves and ankles, making her totally at my mercy - or, should I say, the mercy of the machine!
Her head rested on a rubber cushion and above her on the ceiling was a large mirror so she could observe the punishment her body would soon be undergoing. It was a nice touch and one that I thoroughly approved of. I knew that Pat found it very difficult to drag her gaze away from the erotic sights she saw reflected in the mirror.
The height of Pat's body would, I knew, have been perfectly positioned by the club staff so that I could stand above her face and, without squatting, rest my pussy on her mouth whenever I felt in need of oral adoration. Such attention to detail is so admirable, isn't it?
"Hello, my dear," I smiled down at her, after sipping on my Dom. "Comfy down there?"
The blue-eyed beauty smiled: "Yes, thank-you Mistress Linda. I'm so looking forward to our session after last week's. I've thought of little else all week."
"Great," I told her. "Now let's see, last week you enjoyed nine orgasm denials. Well, I can't promise you 10, I don't believe in rushing things, but we'll just see how things pan out, shall we?"
"Yes, mistress, thank-you mistress," said the beautifully behaved slave. I do so like it when a slave appreciates what you do for them, don't you?
I sat at the desk and saw that the SMART machine was switched on and ready for action. It's a sort of fucking machine, of course, but it's a fucking machine with a difference. Most decent fucking machines can cost between $500 and $1000 US dollars. This one is $3000, if it's a penny.
The machine was purring away, ready to strike, so I switched it to "Penetrate" and the first probe started extending from the machine and approached Pat's pussy. On the end it had a black dildo, some six inches long, with fake balls, and a clitoral excitement pad.
The machine has three speeds, 20 thrusts a minute, 40 thrusts a minute and 60. In the autopilot mode it will start off at 20, then increase pace to 40, then 60. There is an override switch.
The tip of the dildo pressed against Pat's cunt lips and entered her aroused vagina, drawing a groan of pleasure from her. At full penetration the clitoral pad stroked her clit, then the machine was drawing back to the cunt lips, then thrusting back inside her.
Now, as I said, this is an expensive machine and it's expensive because it has an uncanny knack of knowing when its victim is on the verge of coming. When Pat is about to come, she will reach a certain vaginal temperature. The machine knows what that temperature is, and it knows how far it can go when it has reached that point.
Sometimes it pulls out 20 seconds from the orgasm, sometimes 15 seconds and sometimes, when it's in a really teasing mood - that's if a machine is capable of teasing, and sometimes I think this one is - it pulls out 10 seconds from her climax. And that's what makes it so deliciously expensive!
"Enjoying that, Pat?" I asked - often I call her simply Pat instead of "slave", it's so much more friendly, don't you think?
"Yes, thank-you mistress," she replied, and I increased the tempo to 40 thrusts. Finishing my first glass of Dom I walked over to my lovely victim and placed my pussy, still covered by the slippery PVC, on her face and felt her tongue worship the material. Just a brief taste, nothing too arousing. That's another thing I like about using the orgasm denial machine on her - no orgasms for the slave, as many for the mistress as she wishes!
As I sat back down at the desk and poured my second glass of Dom, I noticed that she was starting to pant. I overrode the machine and flicked it into the 60-thrust mode. Soon Pat was panting and gasping and then she started to moan: "Oh yes, yes please, mistress, more."
