MISTRESS RONNIE-THE RED DOMINATRIX

Jim Felton, a successful, recently-divorced, tax attorney, was interested in new and unique experiences; one of which was Bondage and Dicipline. Having come across an ad in an alternative weekly paper, offering such services, by a dominatrix named Mistress Ronnie, who charged as much as one-thousand dollars a session, he decided to call and make an appointment.
“No problem,” said a masculine, female voice on the other end. “I’ll see you in fifteen minutes, and don’t even think of being late.”
“Alright,” he said, hanging up.
Arriving at Ronnie’s beautiful, mansion-like residence and a mere three minutes late, he knocked on the door, and the maid answered, letting him in, directing him to a big, spacious, well-equipped, room.
There, Ronnie, a hot, busty, athletic beauty, wearing a red-studded bikini, with matching “cowboy” hat, calf-length boots, and some jewelry, stood in the doorway.
“You’re late,” she said, glancing at her watch.
“Sorry,” said Jim. “I got into a little traffic.”
“Uh Uh,” she said, wagging her finger in his face. “That’s the same excuse they all come up with.”
“But it couldn’t be helped,” he said, with a grin. “It was either that, or get in an accident.”
“Oh, you’re a smart ass.”
“No, not at all.”
“Well, you know what this means. Don’t you?”
“No, what?”
“Take off your clothes and assume the position. Now!!”
“Alright.”
He undressed in a hurry and she tied his arms to a couple of posts, suspending them, walking around him slowly.
“You will address me as Mistress Ronnie or mistress,” she snapped. “Is that clear?!”
“Yes mam.”
She whacked him with a leather paddle.
“Ohh!”
“Didn’t I just tell you to call me Mistress Ronnie?” she said. “Huh?!”
“Uh yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes mistress.”
She swat him again.
“Ouch! Ohh!”
“You do what I tell you,” she said, pointing.
“Yes mam…..uh mistress.”
She swat him again, reddening his butt.
“Ohh!!”
“Mistress!”
“Yes mistress.”
“That’s better. It’s vermin like you that need a good dose of dicipline, and nobody does it better than me. Right?!”
“Right.”
She swat him again.
“You know I love beating mens’ asses. It gets me so hot and horny.”
She swat him again, then hit him upside the head with the back of her hand.
“Oh! Oh!” he cried out.
She slapped his face.
“You are my slave! Got it?!”
“Yes mistress.”
She put the paddle down, picked up a whip, and gave him twenty lashes on his back, butt, and legs, hit him upside the head again for good measure, then untied him.
“Now get dressed before I change my mind and beat your ass some more. Now!!”
“Yes mistress.”
Finally, he cleaned himself up, got dressed, paid her, and left.

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