The night air in Santa Fe was filled with a mesquite scent. Turquoise Sky shut the door to her black Mercedes Coupe and headed up the drive of the hilltop home. Turquoise was a towering brunette who stood six feet tall in her stocking feet. Her face was slim, with high cheekbones and a chiseled nose. Her straight long brown hair framed her face like a dark halo. She had a look that was somewhere between a man and a woman, brutally beautiful as some put it. She was a dangerous woman, though at times she passed for an angel.
The house before her was a modern structure built into the hill, made of wood, glass and concrete. The tall windows spanned from floor to ceiling and balconies cantilevered over the hilltop blurring the lines between nature and man.
The heavy wooden door opened and Jack greeted her with a big kiss on each cheek. Jack was an orthopedic surgeon and his wife Marla was an art gallery owner. They were avid collectors in the Santa Fe arts scene. Jack was also her client, an aging man in his late fifties with salt and pepper gray hair and wire rimmed glasses. He stood about five feet four inches. His wife had no idea of his fetishes even they had been married now for twenty years, although at times she did suspect him of cheating on her. Turquoise wanted no part of ruining any marriage; in fact, she viewed herself as something of a counselor, a bridge perhaps to indulging men's desires and fantasies.
Jack held his hand out to her. He eyed her black leather mini-skirt, long legs and high heeled shoes.
"Hi babe".
"Hi."
"Come on in."
They stepped inside the main space of the house. Tall ceilings with skylights pointed at the sky and long glass walls shimmered in front of them opening up to the rugged landscape outside. People walked around the room, staring at art and chatting with glasses of wine in their hands. The room glowed a pale gold.
"Care for a drink?"
"Yes, I would."
"What will you have?"
"I'll take a Grasshopper."
"Coming right up."
She followed him to the bar where a bartender in uniform was serving drinks.
"A grasshopper for the lady... So, what do you think of the house?"
"It's very impressive"— she said
She looked around at a wall of African masks. There was a buffalo mask, a hawk mask, a flying spirit mask, a female mask and an antelope mask.
"I love your masks"— she commented.
"Marla collects them... Oh, here she comes..."
Jack looked suddenly slightly nervous and his hand shook as he handed Turquoise the Grasshopper. A plump blonde woman wearing a long flowing silk muumuu with flowers painted on it approached them.
"And who is this Jack?" Marla eyed Turquoise with a wicked stare.
"Marla, dear, this is Turquoise Sky...She's a collector."
"Oh. How wonderful to meet you dear. What do you collect?"
"I collect some American art and African art as well, I especially like the Colonial figures from the sixties."
"Oh yes, we do have quite the collection ourselves...We travel every year to the North Coast of Africa and wreak havoc on the villages."
" Sounds wonderful."
"I love your masks."
"Oh yes, they are wonderful... The Bwa and the Nuna live in the dry land of Central Africa. They seek the help of the powerful spirits who live in the wild forest, in the bush country and in the rivers surrounding their villages. By using the masks, the people are able to control the forces and put them in touch with the spirits. They often use the masks at funerals and at ceremonies to bring forth the blessings of the spirits."
"That's very interesting."
"Has Jack given you the tour?"
"No, as a matter of fact he hasn't."
"Hon, why don't you show her the house?"
"As you wish dear...Come on, follow me."
Jack led her past the ebony dining table with leather chairs into a courtyard filled with flowers and burning torches. The night air was intoxicatingly sweet and Turquoise was buzzed from the Grasshopper. He led her into the master bedroom, which had concrete walls and a large abstract piece of sculpture above the bed.
"This is our master suite."
"So this is where it all happens."
"Nothing compared to you"— he whispered.
"Cool."
They walked down a flight of stairs into a large wine cellar.
"Now this is my favorite part of the house."
Floor to ceiling mahogany cubes lined the walls with hundreds of bottles of wines. Jack pulled down a bottle of red and opened it. He poured the wine into two glasses.
"This is Chateau De Rothschild, 1972."
They sniffed it.
"Fruity."
"Not too dry."
He poured more wine into her glass. She leaned on the granite top of the island and closed her eyes.
"Get on your knees"— she commanded.
Jack dropped down to his knees.
"Kiss my shoe."
He was on all fours on the ground and lifted her shoe in his hands and began to kiss the shoe, starting with the spiky heel. He moved slowly up to her toes.
"Can I take your shoes off, Mistress?"
"Yes, you may."
"Thank you...I love your feet."
"Shut up and lick them."
He gently removed her shoes and buried his face in the pedicure of her feet, licking between her toes and biting them gently. He had a huge erection and he tried to unzip his pants.
"No!"
She pushed his hand away from his pants.
"No touching."
"Yes Mistress."
He continued to rub her feet and she lay back on the table. She enjoyed being worshipped by Jack; he was such an obedient slave. Turquoise was a dominant woman who took great pleasure in disciplining her slaves. She had begun her role as a mistress only two years earlier after a lifetime of being abused by men. It was the classic ugly duckling story. Growing up she had been a tall, gawky girl who was always too tall for the boys and was often ridiculed. Men would shy away from her and then she had married very young and dropped out of college. She married a domineering police officer that she had stayed with for seven years. Now she was twenty seven and decided it was finally time to take control of her sexuality. No more domineering men for her, now she would be in control at all times. She would call the shots. She had joined a house in New York and worked with Mistress Cindy and learned the rules of BDSM.. The experienced dominatrix had taught her how to give the most exquisite form of pleasure by having a firm hand, a strong mind and a long whip.
Most of her clients came to her by way of an introductory letter. She required that they send her a letter about themselves telling her in detail what they wanted from a mistress, what their likes and dislikes where and what they fantasized about. She loved getting their letters and she screened her clients carefully. She accepted those only who were truly submissive and had a genuine desire to please her and who understood the rules. There were many novices out there that thought they would be getting laid, but this was not the case.
Jack was an easy client. He had ejaculated in his pants and was embarrassed.
"I'm sorry... I came."
"That's alright Jack. Lets go back to the party."
"Yes Mistress."
He pulled out a small white envelope and handed it to her. It was an easy $1000. She tucked it away in her handbag.
"Can I see you next week?"
"I'll check my appointments and let you know."
"Thanks Turquoise."
