Friday, April 16, 2010

One Hundred Twenty Minutes

He is naked, immobile, and in searing pain, but refuses to use his safe word. He loves it when she treats him with contempt, when she is willing to push the limits – this is what he pays for, after all.

Right now his body is trussed with hemp rope and pierced with metal clamps. He hears the sounds approaching that always excite him – the click of heels, the crackle of leather, the strike of the bullwhip on the stone floor.

“You want this, Swine?” the woman asks as she places the end of the leather whip under his chin and lifts his face to her gaze.

He shudders and closes his eyes. “Yes, Mistress, he whispers, “Please,” and waits for her to walk around him and deliver the first of many burns of the lash on his back.

At the end of the session, after he dons his dark suit and kneels before her, she permits him to lick her boots in goodbye.

“Enough! You may leave, Pet.” she waves him away after a few moments. He rises, walks to the door, and turns to look at her. Despite the weekly promises to himself to stay away, he always returns, for he craves the lack of control and the need to be subservient in the hands of a capable sadist.

For him, she is his dominatrix and he is her slave.

For her, he is Friday's noon appointment.

As he closes the door behind him, her phone rings and she answers it before the second brrring. It is her husband.

“Hey, handsome” she says, “If you're calling to remind me about picking up the dry cleaning on my way home, don't worry. I won't forget.”

The light at the side door flashes its one-minute warning.

“Have to get back to work, honey. Kiss the kids for me.”

She hangs up and looks in the full-length mirror. She adjusts the crotch-high leather stiletto boots and checks her face. There's no need to touch up her makeup; she never sweats on the job, though she does wipe off the crimson lipstick. This next one prefers nude lips.

She smoothes her hair and turns to greet the two o'clock submissive who is crawling on his hands and knees into her dungeon.

45 comments:

  1. It's all in a day's work! We all have to just give our best each day. Nice to see the family side of this job.

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  2. A day job is a day job. Kudos to her for maintaining that figure after having kids.

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  3. Wow, last time I tell you anything Miss Loose Lips Sink Ships.

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  4. Now why didn't I go for that career instead of going for IT? The outfits are better too :-)

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  5. Loved it! Lol. A woman's work is never done!

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  6. Um, Marisa...this reads like it's right out of a personal diary...

    This was a riot! Loved the business savvy she had, wiping off the lipstick.

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  7. Self-employment at its best. You can choose your hours, your clients, and your outfits. It doesn't get much better than that.

    Sign me up :)

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  8. Well done! Obviously, a dominatrix has to tend to mundane chores too like the rest of us. Quite funny.

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  9. The dominatrix! What a day job! Loved it!! How does she deal with these creepy mean all day??

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  10. ha ha ha. brilliant! It does read as a direct experience though...

    marc nash

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  11. Now we know how you spend your days :)
    Great!

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  12. great contrast! i didn't anticipate the second half at all.

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  13. This is SO different for you, and I LOVE it! Love how she's so cool, calm and collected. I'm sure the money must be plenty enough to adapt that attitude.
    Great work Marisa!

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  14. Amazing what these soccer moms do in their spare time. Good read!

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  15. Just another day in the life. It's funny how she's such a big part of her life and they're just another appointment for her to get through. Good story!

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  16. This is great! I laughed out loud at the 'normal' phone call from the husband. Nicely done story. Can't wait to read more.

    Also, thanks for your kind words for "Dandelions." It's my first go at #fridayflash so I'm glad it was well received.

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  17. That was great - I was laughing the entire way through. I kept thinking of the contrast of this story to your "Jesus Box" and it made me laugh more.

    This was really fun - you do seem to know this daily routine quite well. What do you do when you are not writing stories and Tweeting?

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  18. I should be shocked, after the 'Jesus Box', but surprisingly, I'm not.
    Way to go, Marissa!

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  19. I always wondered who I would see if I showed up early -- um, I mean well done!

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  20. Whoa Marisa, this was stellar work. Impressive. Have you done this before? ;)

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  21. Wow! Didn't expect the second half. Goes to show what the most mundane of people may really be like.

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  22. Excellent. A girl's gotta feed the kids, after all.

    Loved her sense of self.

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  23. I knew that eventually we'd see the real Marisa. Just a matter of time.

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  24. I guess everybody has a day job to pay the bills... quirky tantalizing little tale, and quite unexpected from you! Well-played...

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  25. That was a nice little slice of... er... life I guess.

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  26. Reminded me of a story I heard from a friend of a coworker who worked an erotic web store while working her day job at a health insurance company (of course the person I heard it from was scandalized :).

    Cute; I like the tie-in with the husband.

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  27. Awesome. Love the whole thing, especially the ending.

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  28. Maybe the family isn't 'normal' at all. Maybe the kids wear leather from Baby Gap.

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  29. Love it, Marisa - she has an excellent entrepreneurial spirit!

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  30. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And she most certainly is in charge. Nicely done.

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  31. You are so in control of what you do Marisa ;o) Whip-crackingly funny!
    Simon.

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  32. Wow! I love the juxtaposition of the job vs. the family life.
    ~jon

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  33. Perfect tone, exactly the right pitch. Love how she doesn't have to switch gears between work and family. A job is a job is a job. You captured the man's attitude well, too. Really well done.

    Take care,
    Jess

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  34. I'm with the folks that said you seem to have a personal experience on this one, heh.

    Excellent job Mari-girl! Why aren't your stuff on the shelves yet, I wonder? Oy, it's time to shop around! ;P

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  35. Oh that was funny. Has she got an extremely tolerant husband or doesn't he know?

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  36. Very nice. It is a business, after all.

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  37. This is great!
    Love that it reads as pretty personal and so much fun :) All in a day's work, huh? ;)

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  38. Wow - great writing and I love the twist.

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  39. The drycleaning bit made me LOL because that's such a wifely thing to do! Great description in both parts.

    CD

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  40. Oh the high of being in control. Because everyone knows there is no control in a house full of kids. Love the juxtaposition of the kinky and mundane.

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  41. Love it, Marisa, especially the phone call.

    I only have one point, from what little I know of the BDSM scene (I spoke to people whilst researching the dominatrix scenes for The Man Who... honest - that's all it was!) I'm not sure about the make-up thing. It depends how hardcore her service is, but the client's preferences aren't always pandered to. as I understand it... :)

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  42. Great piece, Marisa. I'm licking my boots with pleasure.

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  43. Dang.... did you research this? Very vivid. I've wondered about people who have that fetish and what it really does for them. It's twisted to me but that's just my opinion. You handled the subject manner well and I like how you brought her "home life" into the "job" for just a split second. Glimpse of reality through the mask.

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  44. Wow. That was really... WOW. I mean.... look out Anne Rice!

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