Joelle knelt with the riding crop in her mouth, watching Master Crixus fucking her sous chef. She wondered if Anneliese would ever respect her again.
Such a sweet Goth-hippie girl, and a hard worker! This was a thrill all right, being subjugated by your lover and your employee...but it really might harm their working relationship.
Joelle owned a jumpin' restaurant and she'd known that Anneliese suspected something weird, especially after the first time Anneliese had opened the door to the walk-in freezer and seen the boss, Joelle herself, kneeling naked and gagged.
And Crixus had been standing over Joelle, thrashing her with a switch, which of course hurt even more when you're freezing.
"Don't worry about the Health Inspector closing us down for this, though it is really unsanitary" Crixus had said laughingly, referring to the naked woman near all that food. "The Buttermilk Falls Health Department manager is a submissive of mine as well."
And shortly thereafter, Crixus had, in his imitable way, had seduced Anneliese as well.
The first few weeks of t he affair for Anneliese had been very nervous. Should they be treating Joelle, the owner like this?
But of course Anneliese thought Crixus was sexy. Who wouldn't?
Crixus was large, ebony, muscled man...with eyebrows that resembled kissing caterpillars!
"I thought we'd have a threesome or something" Anneliese had said the first night, as Joelle had just sat and watched them, while jealously weeping.
Well, "Sitting" is one way to refer to what Joelle was doing.
Crixus had tied Joelle to a chair that first night and had gagged her with a big strap-on cock, big plastic thing...
The second date had involved Joelle, Crixus and Anneliese going on a camping trip, and having Crixus and his two brothers thrashing Joelle as Anneliese had watched, puzzled.
How could a middle aged, very respectable white lady let these enormous Mandingoes put her through this?
Perhaps after watching Crixus's brother Catullus peeing directly into Joelle's nostrils as she fellated brother Number Three the happy Brutus...
Anneliese began seeing things the other way...
And by the end of the weekend, Anneliese was thrashing Joelle for not making an acceptable campfire.
As for Joelle, she knew her relationship with Anneliese would never be the same. She'd subbed full time to a woman before, of course.
Joelle had been, at one time, a world-champion tennis player, and she'd had this coach, Nelda, who had been as big and buxom as Joelle was lean.
A smart manager finds out what her client's deepest needs are, and Nelda deduced Joelle's issues quickly.
Nelda had arranged to room with Joelle and spend a good deal of time sitting on Joelle's face.
When Joelle's swing seemed to be lacking, Nelda had compensated by exercising her own swing-Nelda packed a Spencer paddle, the kind with holes and an old fashioned blacksnake whip for their tours...
And fortunately, the hamlet near Wimbledon had a large and rentable dungeon!
After every practice, Nelda and Billy Joe Gannon, Nelda's ball boy, would go over her performance and then strip her naked in the hotel room...
Nelda would beat Joelle with the paddle as Joelle sucked Billy Joe's cock..
In time, Joelle would be overcome with welts and bruises, but she got better and better on the courts.
When she lost a match, her orgasms were outlawed for a month!
And, when Joelle finally retired, she had enough money to start "What a Racket!" her tennis themed restaurant on the Buttermilk Falls hilltop.
Joelle also had a large condo in the Kengle-Nettleton, as well as a manor house and horse farm...but she also rented a crappy little basement place in a terrible part of town, which is where she met many of her dominants.
Two of the initial Mistresses she'd served, sibling dommes Drusilla and Messalina were infamous for their dungeon experience, and it was they that introduced Joelle to their cousin Crixus, who kept an eye on her a little closer, at the restaurant she owned...
But before she'd met Crixus, there had been so many other characters from the Femdom opera... slutty big haired tramps ordering the upper middle class Joelle to strip and endure taunts, whipping and cruel peals of laughter.
