Tomboy: Dark Dominion (Chapter 8) (Patreon)

Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 8

“Kelly, meet the club manager, Donald Cramer,” Lady Lovelace said. “As you can see, Donald, I started without you. Kelly has proved a delight so far, showing quite a few skills our members will enjoy.”

“Hello, Kelly,” Donald said, staring at her naked tits. “I’m very happy to meet you.”

“Hello, Master,” Kelly said.

Lady Lovelace tapped Kelly on the head with her crop. So the teen turned back to her efforts, and started licking her way up the dominatrix’s latex sheathed leg. Donald watched her raptly, while stripping completely nude. No BDSM kinkwear for the club manager. At least not for potential employee interviews.

Donald pulled Kelly’s arms back and locked her wrists in handcuffs.

“That’s better,” he said.

Kelly struggled a little against her tight arm bindings. It was terribly stressful, but complaining might lose her the job. So she returned to kissing and nuzzling her way up Lady Lovelace’s leg. About mid-thigh she looked up to discover the dominatrix has a very well-defined cameltoe.

She buried her nose in that cameltoe, staring up into Lady Lovelace’s bright blue eyes. The dominatrix gave her a wicked little smile, and ground her latex sheathed pussy in Kelly’s face. So Kelly nuzzled it a little, before starting to lick. There was no mistaking her clit, which was clearly aroused and erect. So Kelly concentrated on it, licking and nibbling as she watched amusement melt into arousal on Lady Lovelace’s face. Soon, the dominatrix seized Kelly’s head with both hands, head rolling back, and a moan escaping her glossy red lips.

“You have real talent, Kelly.”

Donald dropped to one knee beside Kelly, one hand fondling her butt and butt crack, while the other fondled her heavy tits. Mostly, though, he watched Kelly slowly push Lady Lovelace over the top.

“Oooooooo,” the dominatrix sighed, starting to quiver as she climaxed.

“I’m impressed,” Donald said. “That is the first time I’ve ever seen her climax.”

“It’s the first time any applicant has ever forced me to climax,” Lady Lovelace said breathlessly. “I’m impressed, too.”

Donald pulled Kelly to her feet, took the leash from the dominatrix, and led the slavegirl prospect to a playstation. Kelly was sat on a black padded seat, surrounded by shiny silver piping. She watched with concern as Donald locked her ankles into steel cuffs, very far apart. That position opened her body up to all kinds of sex acts. Then Donald released her from the handcuffs, which was a relief. But he immediately pulled her arms up and wide, locking her wrists in steel cuffs.

Kelly found herself laying back and stretched out spread-eagle. Donald used the playstation’s hydraulics to lift her up a little, and stretch out her arms and legs even more.

“Did Lady Lovelace inform you about our standard safe word?”

“Yes, Master.”

The club manager started walking around her, looking her over from every angle. Kelly watched him for a moment, but then just laid back and waited. Her head had no support, she hung down. Her long ponytail almost reaching the floor.

“Did she tell you our slavegirls rarely earn less than fifteen hundred a week?”

“My friend who works here told me.”

“And your chatty friend is?”

“Jenny Green,” she said reluctantly. I hope I didn’t just get Jenny in trouble.

Donald stopped next to her and touched her belly ring. Then he pinched a nipple, before rolling it between two fingers. Not painfully hard, either. That sent sweet little ripples into her core, making Kelly bite her lip as her hips wiggled of their own accord. He glanced at her hips, smiled, and caught her eyes.

“I think you actually enjoy a little pleasure and pain.”

“I do, Master.”

“Would you consider getting your nipples pierced?”

“I would, Master.” And then silently, No way in hell.

“You are very beautiful, Kelly. I love your hair, and your tits are amazing,” he said.

“And a hundred percent natural,” Lady Lovelace said. “The membership will love that.”

Donald palmed the back of Kelly’s head, lifting it up. He kissed her. “Tell me, Kelly, do you like it… Rough?”

“I do.”

“How rough?”

“BDSM slavegirl rough, Master,” she said.

“Are you prepared to go there right now?”

She hesitated, hoping it wouldn’t come to that. “Yes, Master.”

His smile was cruel as Donald shifted, let her head drop, and guided his cock to her mouth. Kelly kissed it when he pressed the wet, rubbery head to her lips. The stench of sweaty balls and urine washed over her. When she gave him a lick, she tasted urine.

Figures, she thought, and wrapped her lips around his dick head. Do guys ever wash their dicks before sex? Ever?

“Mmmmm,” Kelly moaned as he pushed deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

She started sucking, keeping her lips sealed around his shaft. Donald held her still, hand at the base of her skull. And he started thrusting. Soon, he was banging the back of her throat, awakening her gag reflex. Once she got control, he pushed down into her throat. And then he really started fucking her mouth.

Donald’s hairy balls started smacking Kelly across her eyes. So annoying, but she moaned and groaned, sucking away on that cock. While he sated his lust thus, Lady Lovelace put on a strap-on.

Kelly didn’t realized what was coming until the dominatrix moved up between her legs and rubbed the tip of that humongous fake cock all around her pussy. Her eyes widened. She wasn’t expected to be spit-roasted like that.

Lady Lovelace got the strap-on nestled in deep, took firm hold of Kelly’s hips, and… Thrust.

“UGGGH!” Kelly cried around Donald’s dick.

That had to be the thickest thing, real or rubber, every thrust into her. The dominatrix stretched her out. It reminded Kelly of her servitude over the summer, and how Jessica and her “hot girl” squad had used and abused her.

As the dominatrix slowly thrust faster and deeper, Donald was feeling the love in her mouth. He groaned, head rolling back as he completely sheathed his cock over and over. Soon, he became frantic, and she then felt his cock swell a little more.

Here it comes, she thought when he thrust all the way down her throat and held it there. And come it did. Thick globs of cum flooded into her, sliding straight down into her stomach. And then he pulled out as he came a second time.

Kelly watched a thick rope of cum shot out of his cock, and splash across her lips and chin. For a moment, that glob of cum lay cooling on her face, and then she swirled her tongue out and around it, as she suck it all into her mouth.

“So, do I have a job, Master?” she gasped out.

“I think so,” he said. “Yes, you’ll be a delightful addition to our stable.”

“But first…” Lady Lovelace purred.

The dominatrix pounded that pussy hard and fast. Kelly gasped and groaned, wiggling her hips. Every thrust forced a grunt out of the pretty teen. After a moment, she began to buck, quickly losing control of her body. Her mind started to still as intense pleasure washed through her over and over. Lady Lovelace made her body sing.

“Yes! Yes!” Kelly cried. “Oh God, yes!”

“Who is the slavegirl?” Lady Lovelace demanded.

“I’m the slave! I’m your slavegirl, Mistress!”

Kelly felt her insides change, and that rush to climax consumed her body and soul. She bowed up, an incredulous look on her face. And her insides erupted. All thought stopped as her body spasmed with orgasmic glory, over and over. Lady Lovelace continued thrusting all the way through the orgasm.

Huffing and puffing, the dominatrix stared down at the hot, sweaty teen. Kelly’s belly quivered like crazy, while her skin tingled. All she wanted to do was bask in that glorious pleasure and bliss.

“Can you start tonight, Kelly?” she asked.

Kelly lifted her head to look at the dominatrix. She smiled. “Oh yes. That would be awesome.”