Mistress X & The Game

By Angel Ray

Kamara—who goes by Kami—is twenty-two-years-old, though sometimes people think she looks younger, which she uses to her advantage. Kami travels from place to place in search of her next thrill, and ends up in the mysterious town of Strap, rumored to be a haven for S & M aficionados. One night, venturing into an unnamed building, she finds room after room with various dominatrixes and their clients.

One dominatrix in particular intrigues her. Much to her surprise, the domme allows her to join in ‘disciplining’ an older gentleman. She later introduces herself as Mistress X, and takes Kami under her wing, teaching her new ways to seduce both men and women. Soon the pair moves onto the neighboring town of Slunt, which has a far more “conservative” reputation than Strap.

And yet, the two soon discover that the townspeople of Slunt harbor dark secrets and even darker passions, which they intend to take full advantage of.

Their ‘Game’ is this: Kami plays the part of the precocious daughter and Mistress X plays the part of the doting, somewhat domineering mother. Among their exploits, the two seduce a peeping tom named David, as well as his future stepmother. Later they set-up Tina as a babysitter for Kami, who soon realizes that Kami is no child and needs no babysitting! Mistress X and her protégé continue to ‘service’ other couples in Slunt. As they continue their naughty sex games, they come to realize that their relationship goes much deeper than just a mere mistress/protégée

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pink Flamingo Media LLC
• Release date: Feb 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781945648830

Angel Ray

I am a freelance writer, and have lived and written in states such as Arkansas, Louisiana, and Missouri. My previously published works include: The Anarchists Convention: The Book For The Non-Conformist, published by Xlibris, which is a collection of essays on topics such as politics and pop culture, as well as the books The Violation Of Men and Celebrity Perversion published by Pink Flamingo Publications (which are both currently out of print). I have also been published in various poetry and short story anthologies, including the story The Whole Experience in the gay short story anthology Pay For Play published by Bold Strokes Books.

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Mistress X & The Game

by Angel Ray

ISBN: 978-1-945648-83-0

A Pink Flamingo Media Ebook

Copyright ©2018 Angel Ray

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Chapter One

Kami was a young woman of twenty-two, though sometimes people mistook her for being younger, always on the lookout for the next thrill. She led this bohemian lifestyle where she traveled around, not staying in one place for too long or getting too close to anyone. She had no family to speak of. She had no steady boyfriend (or girlfriend, for that matter). She was a virtual loner. This suited her just fine. All she really wanted out of life was pleasure. Pure, unadulterated kinky pleasure. And she intended to do whatever or whoever to get it.

After drifting from town to town and city to city for several weeks and finding just enough action—not to mention just enough cash—for her to get by on, Kami eventually found her way to the town of Strap. Strap was rumored to be a haven for S & M aficionados. Kami heard about this town during her travels, especially during some of the swinger parties and S & M parties she had attended. So she had to check the town out for herself.

Kami rented a hotel room the first night she was there and immediately scoured the streets for any kind of action. The rumors, much to her surprise (and her lascivious delight), turned out to be true as she discovered an unnamed building that looked to be a hostel of some sort. She entered the building, although the bulky hooded man standing at the entrance almost didn’t allow her in. Inside were several small rooms where women dressed in various styles of dominatrix-type attire were dominating the men. Usually both the men and the women took turns dominating one another at the other S & M parties and clubs she’d went to before. But not this one. And Kami loved it as she went from room to room watching with rapturous glee as each dominatrix used their whips, strap-ons, dildos, cat-o-nine tails and whatever other device they could get their hands on to turn these men into their little bitch slaves.

One dominatrix in particular caught Kami’s attention the most. Her name, Kami would find out later, was Mistress X. She stood an impressive six feet tall with a slender, slightly muscular build. Her hair was a fiery red with blond streaks going down the middle. She possessed these large natural breasts that were swelling and heaving inside the black leather corset she was wearing and looked a bit older than many of the other Dommes she’d seen there at the party. Kami could tell that this Mistress X really knew how to dominate the older gentleman she was with—who was hanging by his wrists before her from chains that were connected to the ceiling wearing nothing but a black leather hood. Kami stood there enthralled watching Mistress X disciplining her slave as she scratched her long pointy nails over his wrinkly balls and thrashed his pale flabby ass with a long black leather horsewhip.

Mistress X all of a sudden stopped what she was doing and turned her head to glare at Kami. Then, without saying a word to her, Mistress X handed her the whip; and, with some minor reluctance on her part, Kami sauntered over and took it. Kami gazed up at the towering dominatrix who was gazing back down at her with her hands on her hips not expecting much from the young woman. She then gazed up at the older gentleman who was likewise gazing down at her through the eye slits in his black leather hood. With a sadistic grin that made her look like a little girl who was getting ready to do something terribly naughty, Kami took the sturdy handle of the horsewhip and aimed the handle’s end directly at the cleft of the older gentleman’s sagging ass. She pressed the handle of the whip in between the cleft of his drooping buttocks and put it right on his asshole. The man threw his head back and groaned in pain as Kami started pushing the hardened handle into his rectum. Mistress X was surprised—and impressed—as she watched Kami push the handle of her whip in and out of her older slave’s ass, making him rock-hard in the process as the base of the handle rammed repeatedly on his aged prostate. His moans grew louder as she picked up the pace of her thrusting, his fully-erect penis jutting forward looking like it would explode at any moment. Then, suddenly, he let out a long-drawn-out wail as semen gushed from his flushed cockhead and splattered on both the wall and the floor in front of him while Kami continued to ram the handle of Mistress X’s horsewhip in and out of his ass until he was totally spent. His wails subsided, as did his cock, after she pulled the handle of the whip out of his asshole. With a look of triumph on her face, Kami handed the whip back to Mistress X. She laid the whip on top of the small table sitting in the corner of the small room they were in and then she turned her attention back to Kami.

Come with me, she said rather brusquely to Kami.

Kami followed the older dominatrix out the backdoor of the building, leaving her slave hanging from the ceiling. Mistress X leaned against the building’s wall without looking at Kami and crossed her arms over her bodice while Kami stood beside her staring up at the mistress…waiting for what she was going to say to her next.

What’s your name? Mistress X said, finally looking down at the young woman standing before her,

Kami paused as if she wasn’t sure whether or not she wanted to tell this woman she’d just met anything personal about her.

My real name is Kamara, she finally told her, but I go by Kami.

And what’s your name, if you don’t mind my asking?

You may call me Mistress X.

There was a moment of silence between the two women then she made the young woman a deal she ultimately couldn’t refuse: Okay, here’s the deal: I’ll let you train with me and I’ll teach you everything I know, but you have to do whatever and whoever I say. When we’re not working together, you can do whatever—and whoever—you choose, but I reserve the right to join in if I wish. I’ll pay for everything, so you won’t have to worry about making any money yourself. Do those terms sound acceptable to you?

Kami eyed her curiously. What makes you think I’d want to join up with you?

Why else would you be out here talking to me? She shrugged. Besides, you handled that old man pretty well in there. I think we can make a pretty good team. She shrugged again. And besides, you strike me as the type of gal who needs a lot of, shall we say, stimulation in her life. Am I right?

Mistress X was right. Kami did like to be where the action was, and she hadn’t had some decent action in a long while. Too long, as far as she was concerned. And this Mistress X might very well provide her the type of action she craved, at least for the time being.

Okay, Kami said, nodding her smallish head, you got yourself a deal.

Mistress X and Kami shook hands as they smiled at each other and then both women shared in a hearty laugh.

Okay, Kami, Mistress X said, nodding her head. Be here tomorrow at the same time and we’ll get started. Sound good?

Yeah, Kami replied, eagerly nodding her head.

Okay, then. Mistress X stood up straight. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Chapter Two

Kami awoke the next morning to find a brown leather handbag lying at the front door of her hotel room. Taped to the handbag was an envelope with her name written in huge letters on the outside. Curious, Kami took the handbag and brought it with her into her hotel room. She first opened the envelope and took out the piece of paper that was folded in thirds inside. The note was from Mistress X, as she had suspected. The letter itself had only one line, which was: Wear this tonight. Then she signed her moniker Mistress X.

As she folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope, Kami wondered how Mistress X had found her since she didn’t tell her where she was staying. But then she remembered where she was and how small towns generally operate, how everyone tends to know everyone in town, stranger or no. With a hint of disgust (since she was no major fan of small towns or their generally nosy—and self-righteous—inhabitants), she tossed the letter across the bed and opened the handbag with a bit of trepidation. First, she took out clothes that would normally be seen on a little girl. There was a small white top with a picture of a big yellow bird with an insipid smile on its face—possibly Big Bird or some variation thereof, thought Kami—and a white pair of panties with yellow giraffes printed all over them. There was also a pair of white socks, the kind that cut off at the ankles.

Kami laid the clothes out on the bed. She looked back inside the handbag and found something else stuffed at the bottom of the bag. She pulled it out and saw that it was a black leather overcoat. She put it on and saw that it fit her perfectly. She figured Mistress X wanted her to wear the overcoat over her little girl getup when she went to the hostel so she wouldn’t be picked up for indecent exposure. She took off the overcoat and laid it on the bed next to the clothes Mistress X had so graciously provided for her. She then took the little shirt and panties and socks and went into the bathroom. She took off her clothes and paused to admire herself in the mirror above the sink. She wasn’t a narcissist (she was at heart a sadist), but she did enjoy looking at herself in the mirror from time to time to see why men wanted to ravish her so. She could easily see why men were so turned on by her and why they were so attracted to her youthful looks, tiny breasts, and hairless pussy that she always kept shaved bare. Her shaved pussy alone really drove the men wild with desire!

She turned her back to the mirror to admire her shapely little ass. She loved the way her ass looked. It was small, round, and firm to the touch. She thought it looked cute, as did every single man she’d ever been with. She turned back around and gazed down at her bare little pussy and smiled as she spread her lips apart with her dainty little fingers. A lustful shiver coursed through her body as she reared her head back and moaned as she slowly ran one finger over her silky slit and clit that became hard and wet to her touch. She would’ve finished herself off right then and there but, remembering the task at hand, she abruptly took her hands away and put on the clothes Mistress X had given her that she had carefully laid out on top of the toilet seat. She slipped on the panties, then the socks, and then the shirt. Once dressed, she again admired herself in the mirror. She noticed the panties were about two sizes too small, which made the bottom of her butt cheeks stick out. The panties were so tight they rode up her slit, creating what was called a camel-toe. But Kami didn’t mind. Something told her that Mistress X wanted it that way. She curled her lips into a seductive pout, which was something else that definitely drove the guys crazy, and blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

Yeah, I’d fuck me, she said to herself as another smile crept upon her girlish-looking lips.

She let out a tiny giggle as she stepped out of the bathroom. She still had plenty of time—a few hours, in fact—before she had to meet Mistress X at the hostel. So, wanting to kill time, she decided to take a nap—just like a little girl! she thought—before driving to the hostel where Mistress X—her new boss and teacher—was waiting for her.

Kami drove to the hostel after her nap. She wore the overcoat over the girlie clothes Mistress X gave to her. Kami wasn’t sure what to expect from Mistress X but, if her first night with her was any indication, it was going to be wild. Kami parked her car in front of the building and checked herself in the rearview mirror before getting out of her car and walking down to the basement. She was greeted at the door by the same hooded burly doorman who had greeted her the night before (and who almost didn’t allow her in because of her youthful appearance). He nodded at her like he knew precisely why she was there and allowed her in. Kami found Mistress X sitting in the same room where both she and Kami subjugated that older gentleman who was hanging from the ceiling the night before. Mistress X was wearing a floor-length dress, black boots, and a white blouse that was buttoned all the way to the collar. She looked like a prim and proper English nanny or an old-time schoolmarm rather than the rough and tough leather-clad dominatrix she met the previous evening. Kami also saw a hooded man lying on a table across the room. He was clad only in a pair of black-and-white checkered boxers and his wrists were chained to the table. Kami thought he couldn’t have been much older than she was, judging by how thin and small his body looked.

Let’s see what you’re wearing under that coat, Mistress X said to Kami in a commanding tone, skipping the usual pleasantries.

Kami hesitated as she glanced back over at the chained man on