"I'm not even sure why I'm here." Reba said, trying to smile. In her early forties, Reba had curly dark hair and was somewhat curvaceous, but the sort that dressed sensibly to avoid the censure of her peers.
Chianti had met Reba when they'd been taking an Italian cooking course together at Mallard Creek Community College, just across Buttermilk Bridge.
It was never clear how Reba had discovered what Chianti did for a living, but when Reba had asked for a session, Chianti had been happy to oblige. She'd seen Reba's Amex Black card at the donut kiosk.
Reba wasn't really sure what sort of session this might be. But she wanted somewhat of a "talk" therapy, although she knew Chianti did all sorts of hands-on stuff as South Buttermilk Fall's reigning domina of both men and women.
Reba had experienced talk therapy when she was in her late twenties, with Dr. Penvolk. $200 an hour to rant about her boyfriend's infidelities, and concerns about her step-siblings Dwight and Darilyn, and their prospective claims on her father's estate.
But this thing with Chianti seemed much more fun. A dominatrix! Of course the sessions would be a bit more expensive but...
But of course Reba was slightly frightened.
Seeing this, Chianti smiled at Reba. Chianti was enjoying herself. Clad in one of those dresses that resembled a really long tank top, she just felt awesome.
The frock was a recent purchase from Betsy Johnson, or perhaps the Wet Seal. Chianti hadn't bought it herself, it was a gift.
And of course this outfit had an oversized tranny match, that was being worn by a six foot four, pudgy English lord.
Lord Yarrow Jepburn-Cresslewaite, baron of whatchamacallit over the pond.
Yarrow was a known BDSM painter and artist, known for doing large murals about statuesque dommes and maimed submissive men, and had decorated Chianti's front hall gratis.
His coffee table book, "The Disciplined Penis" was a bestseller in 23 countries. "Top 10 Kinky Illustrators" and all that.
Chianti's sundress, so beautiful had been selected carefully by Yarrow. He had bought a matching sundress (in a dramatically bigger size) for himself, and was currently wearing it and fellating members of Chianti's landscaping crew down in the cellar just presently.
Yarrow had told Chianti that the best part of emigrating to the U.S. was the gloriously kinky dommes.
Yarrow had originally purchased the uh, matching sundresses so he and Chianti could go around and hit nightclubs in Sandals, Jamaica, when he took her there for a month.
He'd hoped that, in exchange for servicing men that they picked up, Yarrow might be allowed access, cock-wise, to Chianti's glorious body.
But, despite the fact that Chianti had just looked glorious, and had been in a hot pink bikini almost constantly, she'd left Yarrow's chastity key behind.
So it had been lots of cunnilingus and massages, which had made Yarrow quite horny. And, Chianti's husband had come along also, and that chap was a dominant Male!
A man who didn't discriminate on whether women or men sucked his shaft, so poor Yarrow had been exhausted and in almost lockjaw at the end of the vacation.
And of course Chianti and her husband had gone home three days early, something about a funeral in Montana, and this left Yarrow to service the resort owner's 20-year-old triplets.
Illuminada, Immaculata and Relacion were energetic girls, and had been taught by Chianti how to cane for better tongue service, so it had been pretty intense before Yarrow had finally escaped back to Buttermilk Falls.
When he'd finally made it home, Yarrow had been unlocked from the chastity belt, finally and had been allowed to jack off to a long awaited orgasm on his knees in front of Chianti and her entire staff.
So humiliating!
But still, Yarrow was so devoted to Chianti, and what man wouldn't be.
So now, Chianti was upstairs, feeling expansive and enjoying her time, listening to Reba, and her curious troubles, at a fee of $500 an hour.
"Well, Reba, it's interesting that you don't seem to have a lot of submissive-"(at this, Reba blushed, staring at her shoes) "experience. Are you sure you don't just need a psychiatrist? It would be a lot cheaper."
"You mean because I've been bitching about work and how my clients don't seem to respect me?" Reba was herself a psychiatrist, but not a happy one.
She worked with rich, neurotic young women recovering from cutting themselves, other forms of self-mutilation, bulimia and of course cocaine addiction."
Reba paused. "I told one girl that I would rather she not smoke during group therapy, because I was allergic, and she blew smoke right in my face."
And of course when all the other girls laughed contemptuously, it had turned Reba on She'd fantasized about being forced to conduct the session naked with mouse trapped nipples as the girls flicked ashes in her open mouth.
"Well, being a shrink or a social worker for bitchy types can be that way. They are animals. They don't respect anyone."
Chianti smiled, thinking of her own youth. "So you came to me, perhaps so you could give up control?"
"I worry that I suffer from self-hatred."
"But it's about masochism. I submit to my husband, and I dominate others. It's a paraphilia, really. Not self-loathing. You've had some experiences as a submissive, right?"
"Well, Chianti, I did have a phase in graduate school, where I was subscribing to a femdom magazine, this of course was before the Internet got big."
"I remember. I'm not that young, hon."
"There was a guy in the house I was living in, and he found the magazine, and knew it was mine-"
Reba blushed. Chianti smiled encouragingly.
"Corbin was a nice guy. I think he felt I'd friend-zoned him. and in an effort to get my clothes off, he offered to spank me, and I ended up over his knee with my miniskirt up and my panties at my knees, and he did such a great job of it..."
"That you blew him afterwards?"
"You-how did you know, Chianti?"
"Just a guess."
"Yes, I was crying, my nose was running, my makeup was a mess, and Corbin got a little scared, he didn't want to hurt me, but I jumped off his lap and threw him down and kissed him and yes, I performed fellatio. "
Chianti loved the look of quasi shame on the serious woman's face.
"And then-" Reba continued hesitatingly.
"Yes? Go on."
"Some of our other friends in the house found out, including a girl, Junie who didn't like me. We were sort of friends, but kind of competitive, what's the word, frenemies?"
"I remember that word." said Chianti lazily.
"Junie was jealous because she'd failed out of our med school class, and also because she was pudgy and so she kind of took revenge."
"No offense, but really, Reba, that kind of turns me on."
"You aren't kidding. Me too! Junie began taking me over her knee and using her racquetball racket on me, and a discarded fan belt, and I ended up doing all her chores and then I began being used by all my housemates."
"All the time?"
"Yes. We'd all been friends, and study-mates, and played Frisbee at the beach, done shots together, and all of a sudden I was being kept naked full time at home, making dinner for everyone and having my own meal out of a dog bowl"
"And I bet they didn't take you to bars or the beach anymore, unless they wanted to use you there somehow."
"That's what happened. I wasn't allowed to leave my room, even to go to the loo except on designated breaks. And, of course to serve various people in the house, or do chores. I did the entire chore wheel."
"Wow"
"Yes, but I was forced to study, out of boredom, being locked up in my room, and I ended up finishing med school and residency at the top of my class!"
"It's amazing it happened so fast. None of them felt weird or guilty?"
"Well, after Corbin told Junie and the others, at first they were hesitant but obviously aroused. I found out though if I walked around the house naked with my hairbrush in my hand, or stripped and knelt in the living room, the others would discipline me. They were all aroused by it. Five men and two women. I was quite busy."
"And then you moved here?"
"Well, first I lived in Colorado. I put something on the newsgroups-an old thing from early Internet about wanting to live with a dominant male or female. I wrote that I'd give a generous break on the rent-"
"You know, Reba, this isn't always the case for submissive men, but an attractive slave girl could probably charge extra to have a dominant male or female live with them."
"I know but I have self-esteem issues, and --" Reba hung her head, the pretty dark hair spilling about her shoulders.
Chianti rubbed Reba's arm.
"Anyway, a nice girl who was of Indian-Arab descent moved in. She actually owned a quirt, and several paddles."
"Yes?" This was getting interesting.
"I told Tineo that often I could just be punished with a slipper or a running shoe. Sometimes my housemates would just order me to take my shoe off, even in the front yard, and then they'd take down my pants and I'd get it with the heel."
"But it sounds like Tineo was a real BDSM bitch, right?"
Yes, and she was a former refugee and a social justice warrior. Tineo felt that my upbringing epitomized privilege, and sometimes she told me that I had a bad attitude."
Chianti chuckled inwardly.
"I began spending a lot of time tied to a ring she'd put in the floor, sometimes by my pierced nipples, and I got a lot of harsh paddlings." Reba paused. "She made me transcribe a lot of Karl Marx and Franz Fanon, and then she'd quiz me on what I'd learned, and punish me if I forgot stuff."
"That's hilarious."
Reba blanched at the memory. "Tineo also made me drink her pee and of course sexually satisfy her constantly. Back in the day, my med school classmates sometimes took advantage of me that way too, but those girls were more bitchy, not gay, and of course I'd never objected to blowing the men."
