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Touch Me
     
    “I am what I am . ”
    “You’re a wolf in sheep ’s clothing.”
    “Then you are my prey. ” My feminine hand had risen up into the air before I brought down the paddle on her pretty , white ass .
    I heard her grunt rebelliously while she tried to hold in her scream . She was perfect —she was a naughty girl who thought she could walk into our business and assume the role of a dominatrix. She would learn quickly that she would have to fuck her way up the sex chain before she could claim such a high position .
    I leaned over and rubbed the apple - red welt where my paddle had connected with her skin. It was warm to the touch , and my cold hand made her flinch. I ran my fingers into the crack of her ass and slid my pinky over her anus to the hot , wet sensation between her legs. I thought I heard her moan.
    “Now , you’re being a good girl,” I told her. I could feel my own panties quickly becoming mo i st over her reactions.
    “Mistress Alina ? Were you put through this form of submission before you became a dominatrix?”
    “Did I say you could speak?”
    “No.”
    I saw her ass cheeks clench together. She was preparing for my pussy paddle to connect with her again. I felt a tinge of irritation that she thought I would be that stupid as to smack her when she expected it. I was much better than that.
    “My story is quite different from most . I’m not sure I could do it justice if I were to tell it.”
    “Can you try , please ?” she asked.
    I knew she was trying to divert her punishment , but in a way, I like d that she asked me about myself . In this world of sexual gratification , everyone thinks of themselves. But this little red - headed beauty who I had tied down to a kitchen table with a foam wedge under her stomach so that her ass was in the air, had asked about me. She deserved an answer.
    I placed my paddle down on the table between her legs. I ran my hand over her ass and rested it on the small of her back. “Little one, you’ve earned a story.”
    I saw her eyes light up and her white teeth flash behind her perfect smile. I sat down in a chair near the table, close enough to touch her, and I began t o recall the events of my life—the events that led me to the massage parlor that doubled as a fetish house. I wasn’t sure how far to go back, so I started back to the turning point that I could remember.
    “ I was five years old when I first learned that sex was a terrible thing. I was sitting on the floor in our kitchen, playing with my baby doll , when our male dog jumped onto the back of our female dog . He moved in a strange rhythmic motion that I had never seen before. At the time, I thought the male dog was killing the female dog. But I watched in awe until my mother walked into the kitchen and k icked the male dog in his ribs.
    “ My mother’s high - pitched screech along with the dog booted across the room scared me. But I was intrigued by my mother’s response to what the dogs were doing as much as I was int rigued by what the dogs were d oing . M y mother had made her feelings of dismay and revulsion clear to me — sex was sinful . ”
    “Wow!”
    “I know.” I stood and began to pace . It was suddenly awkward to talk to this female stranger about my childhood. But oddly, it felt therapeutic , as well . I could tell that my red - head ed vision of beauty was eager to hear more of the story . I walked behind her, picked up my pussy paddle and slammed it hard against her ass. This time, s he didn’t expect my paddle . That was what made her surprised reaction even more exciting. Like a mouse, she squealed out in pain. I had her good .
    I continued my story. “ My next encounter with sex was when I was eight. I heard a moaning sound that came from my older brother’s bedroom. I was curious, so I got out of bed and tiptoed to his room. His door was cracked open a tiny bit , and I could see my brother watching a movie on the computer. When I looked c lo ser , I