The door closed behind me, and I was left alone.
Through the one-way mirror, I saw a man tied spread-eagle on the bed. Silk scarves secured his wrists to the headboard and his ankles to the footboard. His cock pointed at the ceiling. Jill wore a black leather corset with openings for her breasts and her shaved pussy. Black, thigh-high, spike-heeled boots were connected to leather garters. Long, shoulder-length, black gloves covered her arms. A black leather mask over her face down to her nose and cheeks completed the dominatrix costume. Even with her face concealed, I knew it was her. I'd know her golden mane, her tits, and her pussy anywhere.
She held a cat-o'-nine-tails in her hand. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?" she said to him. She lashed the whip across his shins.
"Yes, mistress," he said.
"It's time to confess your sins."
"Yes, mistress, I must confess."
"What do you have to confess?"
"I slept with my girlfriend." Again the whip lashed his shins.
"You just went to sleep with her? I don't believe it."
"We were awake." This time the whip landed a little higher up, just missing his knees. "We had our clothes off, and we were in bed."
"Neither of you had any clothes on?"
"No, we were both naked." She whipped his knees.
"That's very naughty. Tell me about her. What does she look like?"
"She's pretty. Not as pretty as you, mistress. Just pretty." A smile crossed her face. "Her hair is short and dark; her eyes are dark. She has pretty breasts, rather small -- firm, but small."
"Are my breasts pretty?" She ran her hands over them. Her nipples jutted out.
"Yours are beautiful, mistress."
"Hers are just pretty. Is that any way to talk about your girlfriend?" He watched in terror as the whip lashed his thigh a few inches from his balls. His cock remained solid.
"They're very pretty -- gorgeous."
"That's better. Tell me more."
"Her pubic hair is dark too. Short and dark." He looked up at her questioningly. "I love the way it looks. It's beautiful. Yours is beautiful too," he added quickly.
He gasped when the whip landed less than an inch from his equipment. This time even I winced at the sound of the impact on his thighs. She handled it very well. It was then I realized I had a raging hardon.
"I don't have any pubic hair, you fool," she snarled. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his face. "Take a good look. Do you see any hair?"
"No, mistress. I meant you are beautiful without hair." His breathing was shallow.
"What did you do with her?"
"I ate her pussy."
She scooted up and lowered her pussy over his mouth. "Show me exactly what you did."
Her body was between his face and me. I saw her grind her snatch into his face. Her hips slowly moved back and forth. She tilted her head back. Her mouth opened, and she panted. "Keep doing that," she whispered. Her hand reached down toward his head, probably to hold it by his hair. "Eat me, slave!" she growled. "Eat me like your life depends on it." Her hips snapped front to back, and her breathing became deep and rapid. She sat straight up and rode his face like a saddle on a horse. The pitch of her voice rose as an orgasm coursed through her body. Her bottom trembled as she screamed with passionate delight.
I extracted my boner from my pants and stroked it gently. Seeing her stiffen up when she climaxed made my breath come faster. Only with a major effort did I avoid my own climax.
"What else happened?" she asked still panting.
"She sucked on me," he said.
Jill turned around and took his meat in her gloved hand. "Like this?" she asked as she inserted the tip of his cock between her lips.
"Yes, like that."
I traced the rim of my glans with my fingertip. In my mind, I pictured her tongue tracing the rim instead of my finger. She took more of him into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on his stem for a couple minutes.
"Yes, mistress, it was just like that," he gasped.
She cupped his balls with one hand while holding his shaft with the other. She stopped with only the head of his dick inside her mouth. She moved her head back and forth just like she had done with her hips. She stopped abruptly, then lowered her head further into his lap. More of his meat disappeared. She took her hand off his cock and another inch of it vanished, then another and another until her nose touched his nut sac. Never had she deep throated me. I resolved on the spot to ask her to do it on me the next Sunday.
Suddenly I realized she was being paid to do him. Would she expect payment from me too?
Jill extracted him from her mouth. She turned around and held his cock to guide it to her pussy. Carefully she lowered her hips and empaled herself on his turgid prick. As it disappeared into her, my balls squeezed themselves sending my seed up to the glass, where it stuck.
She was still riding his saddle horn when I tucked my shrinking muscle into my pants and left the room.
The madam was waiting for me in the hall. I gave up on trying to fool myself. My beloved Jill was a prostitute, and her boss wasn't a manager; she was a madam. She smiled as she took my arm and walked me downstairs to the sitting room. Silently she handed me a scotch on the rocks, then sat beside me on the settee. I drained the glass with one swig. "Are you driving?" she asked softly. I nodded my head. "Then I'm not giving you any more. Is this the first time you've seen bondage and discipline?" Again I nodded. "It can be rather intense. It was for me the first time I did it." My expression must have been incredulous. "You're surprised I used to do tricks? Every madam starts in bed. Jill will make a good one someday." I sat quietly staring at the empty glass. "You have quite a referral credit built up. You could spend some time with one of my girls. It would be on the house." I didn't respond.
