The next day was the final review before finals week. I did my best to pay attention but kept fighting down the unconscious urge to wipe the nonexistent cum from my face.
After Chuck left, I'd scrubbed and showered for what felt like forever. For some reason, he had made me feel dirtier than I had in a long time, not since that first night with Al. When I'd run through the sessions in my head, I remembered Cathy's bitter growl about a client named Chuck. "I hate that motherfucker," she'd said, and I was willing to bet my tuition money it was the same guy. Between his pompous attitude, singsong voice, hair pulling, face slapping, and degrading chanting, I was ready to jump on the Chuck-hating bandwagon myself.
But still, at least there hadn't been any lasting damage. I could sit in the chairs and be perfectly comfortable, and my face didn't have a single mark on it. If I could only stop wiping at my cheeks every few minutes, I'd be all set.
I really wasn't sure why it bothered me so much. After all, Chuck hadn't stayed more than five minutes once he'd reached climax so I'd been able to clean up quickly. And Andrew had even cum on my face a few times just because he liked how it looked.
Then I realized that was the problem. When Andrew had shot his load on me, he'd been essentially marking me. And now this guy, this client, this totally obnoxious, arrogant ass, had done the same thing. I was actually pretty pissed.
I forced myself to focus on my professor and my notes. Hell, I'd fucked and been fucked more times than I could count, been beaten, and left bruised and bloody. I'd given in to blackmail and played the part of a subservient little whore. In short, I'd worked too hard to fail now.
* * * * *
Once my last class was over, I skipped out on a study group with a few of my friends and headed out to the mall. I refused to let myself feel guilty. After all, other than a few hours the next night with Andrew, I'd be hitting the books all weekend.
I finally found a parking space and pushed my way through the throngs of last-minute shoppers, appalled to actually be one of them. I rode the escalator to the second floor and walked down to the jewelry store. I decided to go with something that would not only last but also make a statement about our relationship.
I had to special order Andrew's gift, mostly because I wanted it engraved, but the clerk swore up and down it would be ready by Wednesday at the absolute latest. I decided to take her word for it but made sure I got an extra copy of the order sheet so that if worse came to worst I could always at least show him what I'd intended to give him.
I also went into the large department store back on the mail floor. I picked up a small stocking and began choosing things to put in it. I got things that were cute and lighthearted, wanting him to enjoy opening each individual package and be able to relate something personal to each one.
I dug through the various bins until I was satisfied then made a final stop in the lingerie department. I was ready to go. I found the shortest line available and paid. It used up all of my extra money but it was worth it.
I went back out to my car feeling accomplished. I just hoped Andrew would genuinely like his presents. God knew enough thought went into them.
* * * * *
I got back to Torch with less than an hour to go before the clients started showing up. My outfit and props were already waiting for me when I got up to my room. I sighed when I opened up the garment bag.
It held a tight black latex corset, black garter with matching black stockings, black latex panties, and black spike-heeled boots. For props, I'd been given a riding crop, a heavy leather flogger, and a collar complete with leash. I tried to put it on but it was way too big and I decided to bring it downstairs with me to see if they had a smaller one.
"Marri, your client is here," Will informed me through the intercom.
I grabbed the collar and went down to the foyer. Will was standing next to one of the overstuffed chairs talking to the man I could only assume was my client. He smiled broadly at me and waved me over. I flashed the client a brief smile and held up the collar to Will, about to point out its size.
"Wonderful, Marri!" he exclaimed, beaming down at my client. "You brought the collar with you! See, Doug? I told you she was just what you were looking for."
Doug stood and took the collar out of my hand. Once again, I was about to ask for a new one but before I could say anything, he completely surprised me by fastening it around his own neck where it was a perfect fit. I looked at Will for some clarification, but he just kept on smiling.
"I'm ready, Mistress Marri," Doug murmured, looking down at the floor.
I felt my mouth drop open and closed it quickly. I looked at the leash in my hand briefly before looking back at Will, hoping my expression conveyed my displeasure.
"Now remember, Marri," Will began, still smiling but looking pointedly back at me, "Doug here likes a firm hand. Don't be gentle. And don't worry about leaving any marks. Anything short of drawing blood is perfectly fine."
I looked back at the leash before finally letting my eyes rest on my client. Doug was an average-sized man, only a few inches taller than me, with salt and pepper hair and mustache. His eyes were light blue and he kept them trained on the floor. I sighed quietly, resigned at playing to part of the domme. At least I knew I'd be in good shape for Andrew the next night.
I nodded at Will and he visibly relaxed. Apparently he'd half expected me to balk at this one. As tempting as it was, I knew it was out of the question. I could do this. How hard could it be? Hell, I didn't even have to fuck him if I didn't want to.
I squared my shoulders and snapped the leash onto Doug's collar. He stiffened at the sound but he also seemed to relax. He was surrendering himself to me and he liked it. I thought back to my previous sessions where I'd been the submissive and I knew the perfect way to start things off.
I gave the leash a hard yank downward, catching him off guard and bringing him to his knees. Since we were still in the foyer, I didn't want to do anything too humiliating. But he wanted to be the sub and I intended to let him.
"Come on," I demanded, starting for the stairs. I jerked the leash again and he immediately dropped onto all fours and began crawling after me. "Hurry up," I growled, quickening my pace.
I never looked back at Will but felt his eyes follow me up the stairs. I led Doug to the second floor and down the hallway to my room where I yanked him inside, nearly toppling him over from the sudden change in direction.
"Stay there," I instructed. He froze, still down on all fours, in the middle of the room. I kept my hand on the leash, stretching it to its maximum length, and locked the door, making sure I did it loudly enough for him to hear.
I went back and unclipped the leash. "Take off your clothes. Come on, right down to your skin. Hurry up."
He practically jumped to his feet and started pulling off his clothes as fast as he could. I circled him as he stripped, making sure I watched his face every time I passed in front of him.
Soon he was nude, his clothes dropped in an untidy pile on the floor. I circled him one more time and picked up the flogger from the table on my way by. I stopped when I was directly in front of him, holding it loosely at my side. He was still looking towards the floor but his eyes widened at the sight.
"Are you in your room?" I asked, my voice calm and conversational.
"What?" he asked, clearly confused.
In response, I flicked the flogger sharply, making it hit his bare stomach with a snap. He sucked in his breath and rolled his eyes shut, an expression of painful ecstasy on his face. I resumed my circling and walked around him twice before stopping in front of him again.
