Mistress Turned

It wasn’t so bad until she’d seen him start walking down the street, all two hundred and ten pounds of well built muscle, tanned skin and light blonde hair.
He was a surfer she found out through a friend.
Slinking back in her chair, she realized he’d irritated her because he’d been so loyal.
Did he have any clue that she had been with another dominant and taken against her wll?
If he didn’t, he didn’t show any signs of acknowledgement. He merely served as a loyal boy should and was dismissed without concern for his well being.
“You’re a liar,” she heard the voice in her head echo. It was Collin’s of course. His harsh tone left her seething last night, made her blood boil right now.

Throwing the stapler across the room, she watched it hit the wall and make a sizeable dent in the sheetrock.
“Fuck,” she’d have to have someone come over to repair and repaint that. “Fuck you Collin!”
Picking up her phone, Jackie scrolled through her contacts in search of one in particular. She had a friend who ran a successful professional dominatrix service and had lots of clients from various backgrounds. She’d have one of them come over and repair the wall for a chance to experience her whip’s kiss.

Julie answered in her cheerful tone. “What’s shaking babe?”
Jackie sighed. “I need a favor.”
The sound of nails tapping on a hardwood desk echoed in the background. “I see. What can I do for you?”
Jackie looked at the sizeable hole in the wall and let out another deep breath. “I had an incident here and need to borrow one of your clients, particularly a handyman who can paint and drywall.”
Laughter echoed over the phone before Julie responded. “You get into a little trouble with an aggressive submissive?”
“No,” Jackie sat back in her chair, running a hand over her stocking clad thigh. “I threw a stapler at the wall harder than I realized.”

A long pause on the other end was followed by more tapping of nails against the hardwood desk.
Butterflies started dancing around in the pit of Jackie’s stomach. She had a bad feeling about what she’d just admitted.
“I see.” The voice interrupted her train of thought. “It’s no matter. But you know Mistress…Jackie. I always exact a price from anyone who wants a favor.”
Jackie swallowed hard. “I do indeed. Name it.” She swallowed hard even as she said the words. Saying them didn’t feel right.
The pitch of her voice rose with eagerness. “Fine. I’ll get that wall fixed for you. But I want your submission.”
Jackie arched an eyebrow and sat up almost straight. “Excuse me?”

Laughter followed a few seconds of silence. “You heard me. You’re the great Mistress Jackie. I want you to submit to me.”
Leaning forward on her desk, she set a hand flat on the smooth top, fingers spread. “You’re fucking kidding me. It’s just a hole in the wall.”
Julie spoke easily, her light tone fluttering over the phone lines despite the harsh words she’d just spoken. “But it’s your hole and your wall and everyone who knows you understands that you’re a perfectionist. I’ve known this about you for years, Miss Jackie.”
Ire coursed through her. She would so not do this. Not after that arrogant asshole last night…“So what?”
“So knowing who you are and having your best interest at heart, I think submission to me is a way to help you.”

Why did everyone think she needed help lately? “Who said I needed help?”
Julie exhaled slowly. “I talked to Collin.”
Jackie slammed her fist down on the table, the sound echoing throughout the room. She was tempted to throw something else through the wall or worse yet. The window. Her nostrils flared at the mention of his name. She swore she was seeing red. Her body temperature crept up. “That fucker. That fucker talked to you?”
Another breath and pause.

Jackie clenched her fist, digging her nails into her hand so hard that she felt pain. “I’ll fucking kill him. I ever get my hands on him and I’ll—“
“You’ll listen to me as your friend, Jackie.” Julie’s tone was curt now, cutting off Jackie’s tirade. “You’ll come to my house tomorrow night and begin to get a different perspective of the lifestyle. It has so much to offer and you only give and receive half of it. You’re not putting your heart into anything these days.”
She spat the words out. “Fuck you.”
“I was wrong,” Julie seemed amused. “Your temper is full of vigor. That’s a plus I suppose.”
“Forget it. I’ll find another contractor.” Jackie started to slam the phone down but waited a pause.
“You and I both know better. I gather after you get your wits about you, you’ll come to your senses. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
The line went dead.

Jackie slammed the phone down on the desk and slumped back in her chair, letting her head fall back against the plush cushion. “Fuck!”
She closed her eyes and thought about her next move. If Collin had talked to Julie, he definitely violated a play partner confidentiality agreement. The problem was, she had never signed anything to indicate that they were anything other than two people who were playing in public.
Julie had such a way with her clients that paper wasn’t necessary.

Knowing Collin, he probably told Julie the good bits of their ordeal last night. And Julie probably had kept her mouth shut about Jackie, friends did that.
Right?
What friend makes you go against your true nature by forcing your submission as payment for a simple favor?