4-Mistress Alice

Marcello

"Who is this nerdy porn star?" Ezra asks. I watch as this blond-haired beauty with glasses bites her bottom lip while putting on a show. I have no idea where she came from, but I am going to find out. We took a seat right in front for the best view. I know she can not see us, but she is staring directly at us. It feels like she is doing it all for Ezra and me.

Alice pulls a chair up right next to me. "Enjoying the show?" She asks.

"I am leaving here with her tonight." I declared.

"We have to have her," Ezra added. He is the type to ask nicely, so I might need him to reel her in. Ezra and I work so well together because he is a professional with sensitivity. I am the one who does the dirty work.

"She's my best friend. She's very submissive and more intelligent than the average person. She's a civil engineer with thriving firms in New Jersey and Orlando, so you can't charm her with your money because she has plenty of her own." She's an engineer. I would have never guessed it.

"What is her name?" I ask.

"Isabella Jean Monroe," Just the sound of her name can make me hard. Everything about this woman is intriguing. "The few people who are close to her call her Issy, though."

"How old is she?" She looks too young to have this much success unless she comes from wealth already.

"She turned thirty-one in January." She looks younger than that, but I am thankful she ages well. I like how the doms stick together here. Alice is the most respected dominatrix in this club.

"Thank you for the information. Your friend will be in good hands with us." There is no question about it; we will have her.

"I'm doing this for her just as much as I'm doing this for you guys. Some things are better left for Issy to tell, but take this as a warning. She is fragile right now. She's pretending to be strong, but as her best friend and as a domme, I know she needs to be handled with care. You'll have to utilize Ezra more with her than you do with others. At least at first, but she is mostly obedient. Lashes are not a punishment for her either, so have fun being creative." Alice gives me a wink and walks away. Seconds later, the light turns off, and I am staring at my reflection.

Isabella

We finish cleaning the room and stripping the bed. An employee will come in to take care of the rest.

Alice is about to go on stage for her performance, so I'm sitting in the main room, enjoying a fruit smoothie. I get a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, so I know I'm being watched. I ignore the feeling because I don't want to be approached by anyone until after Alice's performance.

The curtain opened, and my jaw dropped. I don't know why I made assumptions, but I would have never guessed Alli was a dominatrix. Her long hair is in a tight ponytail, and she's wearing long, black leather gloves and leather boots that go up past her knees. The teddy she bought today fits her perfectly.

I turn my attention to the submissive, a woman no older than us, dangling by ropes from the ceiling. Her body is level with Alice's hips. The sub's legs are open wide, tied to the ropes that are cradling her body. Her arms are behind her back and tied at the wrists. Her eyes are covered with a blindfold. Alli whispers something to the sub, and I hear her respond, "Yes, ma'am."

Alli starts by taping her sub's mouth shut. She can't move, see, or speak, and it makes me wonder how they will communicate with one another. Alli goes down by her sub's pelvis and pulls a cart towards her with equipment, but I can't make out what exactly is on the cart. Something is being kept hot in a miniature warmer, so I'm assuming it could be wax or hot rocks.

"I told you to shave before coming here tonight. Your bush is in my way, so I'll take care of it since you failed to follow a simple direction." Her voice is colder than I've ever heard, and her eyes are like steel. She is in complete domination mode, and it's intimidating as hell.

Alli smears hot wax over a small part of her pelvis and places the paper over it. This woman is incredibly hairy down there. I mean, it's more than just a bush. It's like a whole forest. It is a lot of hair that is getting waxed. It's painful to even think about it. Without warning, she rips off the paper. Her sub would have screamed if her mouth was not taped shut. The sub's chest is rising and falling rapidly, and it makes me nervous. What if she needs her to stop?

Alli rips out a few more sections before her sub starts snapping her fingers. That must be her way of asking Alli to stop because she instantly goes to the sub's head and tears off the tape.

"You have permission to speak," Ally says.

"May I have water, Mistress? Please?" She begged.

"No, you may not. Are you wanting to use your safe word?" Alli asks

"No, ma'am." That is all the sub responded before her mouth was taped again. Alli goes back to waxing the sub and she makes sure she got every little hair from her pelvis to her butt. She then used a wet sponge to clean the sub thoroughly before applying oil over the waxed area. Alli removes the tape again and throws it in a trashcan.

"You will do what I ask next time. Do you understand?" Alli's voice radiates through the room. She makes me want to obey too.

"Yes, Mistress. I apologize." The sub sounds weak and tired. Alli doesn't bother speaking again. She goes to another metal stand and I notice it has a vibrator attached to it. She sets it up to where the stand is holding the toy right up against the sub's entire labia but she hasn't turned it on. Then, she puts on a strap with a medium-sized dildo attached to it. She turns on the vibrator and the sub moans.

Alli goes by the sub's head, "You do not have permission to moan. Tilt your head back and open your mouth."

As soon as the sub opens her mouth, Alli slides the dildo in. Instead of thrusting in and out, she stays deep in her mouth and slightly pinches the sub's nipples to harden them. She pulls out just enough to allow the sub to take in a few breaths and pushes back in. Alli bends down and sucks on the sub's nipples as she fucks her mouth. After a few minutes of Alli moving from one breast to the other, the sub's body is shaking.

Alli pops the nipple out of her mouth, "You have permission to cum." She holds the sub by her throat and thrusts faster.

As if Alli flipped a switch, wetness flows from the sub and drenches the floor beneath her as Alli pulls out of her mouth.

"Good girl. Next time, you'll be rewarded," Alli turns off the vibrator and takes off the strap. She unties the sub's wrists as the curtain closes, blocking everyone from the view. We give a round of applause for that intense performance and take a stand.

"Isabella Monroe," A stern, deep accent sounds from behind me, sending a chill down my spine. There's no way that voice belongs to Ezra and it isn't Marco.

"Marcello Russo," I say his name as if I'm tasting it on my tongue and turn around to see him standing in my personal space. I look into his intense eyes, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, you have no idea." He smirks. Little does he know, I'm not going to throw myself at him. They will earn my submission.