Chapter 2: Chapter 2
She looked like a goddess, all golden skin and hair. I had seen her in the dungeon before, but today I was going to be her victim My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for my turn. This was going to be my first encounter with a dominatrix, and I was nervous as hell. What if she was ugly? What if she was fat?What if she was ugly and fat?
"So, Jayden, how do you feel about being my next victim?" the woman asked. Her English was good, but her accent was thick. It took me a moment to realize she was British. "Oh, I feel excited," I said, my British accent coming out strong. "I have never been in a BDSM situation before.What will happen to me, Lady A?"
"I'm going to make you my bitch, Jayden," she said, her English accent becoming stronger the longer she spoke. "In the real world, I am a well known photographer. People pay me lots of money to take pictures of them in compromising situations. In the dungeon, I am your master and you will do as I say.Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, my voice cracking as I tried to maintain my composure. "I only wish I could do the job in the real world. I would love to serve you in that capacity."
"Don't you dare try and talk me into letting you go home before your time, Jayden," the woman warned."You will be my bitch until I say otherwise. And don't think I haven't seen you in here before. You are a regular, and I quote, 'porn star.' Now hand me your wallet and phone so I can call my boss and tell him I found his next model.' She reached for my wallet and phone without pause.I resisted, trying to maintain my distance. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. Her long, soft fingers wrapped around my neck. Her nails were long and painted pink. She bit my lip, and I gasped. The pain was exhilarating. My body reacted strongly, and I felt my dick swell under the pressure.