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Outside the sky was heavy with black clouds and it was raining hard. The wind was blowing branches around and gulls shrieked, almost inaudible in the storm. Isabella, a sculptured beauty with lustrous, shoulder-length black hair and a shapely figure, ushered her windswept friend John – or Master John as he was known on the Brighton fetish scene – into her big, high-ceilinged living room. The room was luxuriously appointed: all dark leather and mahogany furniture, pristine antiques, rare china, and fine oil paintings. Isabella fixed her guest a drink and gestured with an elegant hand for him to come and sit with her on the couch.
‘Thanks for seeing me,’ John said, a worried frown creasing his handsome features. ‘I didn’t know who to turn to for advice about the problem I’ve got with my new slave, Dee, but you seemed the best person.’
‘No thanks are necessary,’ the dominatrix replied. She waited for John to elaborate, gazing at him with dark, shining eyes. Those eyes had a strikingly Asiatic cast and, just as strikingly, were as black as coal. Isabella had luminescent white skin, by contrast, high cheekbones and a wide, sensuous mouth.
‘You haven’t met Dee yet, have you?’ John said.
‘No I haven’t,’ Isabella agreed.
‘She’s lovely,’ John enthused. ‘I’m absolutely nuts about her.’
‘So far so good,’ Isabella said. ‘Where’s the problem?’
John took a sip from his drink and glanced out of the window. It really was wild out there. The weather had been like this for the last week – and it was supposed to be the beginning of summer in sunny Brighton. So far the weather had been atrocious, a south-westerly twisting off the English Channel day after stormy day. The seaside city was definitely not at its best. Nor was John. He looked back at Isabella, cleared his throat and said, ‘I’m finding Dee increasingly difficult to control.’
‘Feisty at times is she?’ Isabella asked.
‘Yes, and argumentative, truculent, opinionated, obstinate, disobedient ….’
‘I get the picture,’ Isabella interjected with a smile. ‘But don’t you perhaps think that by behaving like that she’s just trying to goad you into disciplining her more strictly?’
‘It seems a distinct possibility.’ Isabella liked John but to her mind he was less than convincing as a dominator. Not exactly the type. He was an amiable sort, never exactly pushy. ‘In fact, if you want my honest opinion,’ she went on, ‘I think you’re probably too damn nice to keep such an obviously wilful character under control. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.’ Isabella valued John’s friendship and didn’t want to offend him. On the other hand, there was no point in beating about the bush.
‘I’ve had a lot worse insults,’ John replied with a wry smile. ‘But I must admit being too nice, as you put it, isn’t exactly an ideal trait in a Master – particularly with a handful like Dee to try and keep in order.’
‘The way I see it, you’ve got some of the best characteristics of a great dom,’ Isabella went on, sugaring the pill a little for her friend. ‘You’re brilliant at Japanese rope bondage and wax play too, and you can certainly administer a good whipping. But you don’t have the fundamentally cruel streak that’s needed to be a truly effective dominator.’
‘You’re right, although I hate to admit it,’ John said. ‘The trouble is I can’t make myself into something I’m not, I know that. Yet I’m genuinely worried that the whole situation could lead to Dee and I splitting up and I really don’t want that to happen – I’m madly in love with the girl. What on earth am I going to do, Isabella?’
The dominatrix frowned. ‘There must be a solution to this,’ she said, pausing to think for a moment, ‘and … Yes … I think I know what it is.’
‘What if Dee could be handed over to someone who’s not only extremely sadistic but is also someone you personally feel you can trust?’ Isabella said. ‘This would only be for a brief session so she can be given a short, sharp shock, so to speak. That might well do the trick with your Dee, don’t you think?’
‘What, bring her to heel?’
‘Yes,’ Isabella replied. ‘And make her realise just how well off she is with you as her master.’
‘I think you might well be on to something,’ John said, brightening. ‘What you’re suggesting’s got quite a ring about it.’
‘Also,’ Isabella continued, ‘there’d be an added bonus for you if you went ahead with my suggestion.’
‘You could threaten Dee with further sessions with the person concerned if she gets out of line in the future. That would be a good way of keeping her under control longer term, don’t you agree?’
‘I do, Isabella,’ John said. ‘In fact, the whole idea sounds increasingly good to me the more you explain it. Did you have somebody specifically in mind to discipline Dee in this cruel and ingenious way?’
‘Yes,’ Isabella replied simply. ‘Me.’