1. Next Thursday


    Date: 7/12/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories

    “ You will never find yourself a good man if you don't start acting like a lady. I wish you weren't so tall...” Whenever I do the trip to the studio I recall those words of my mother and smirk. I am in high spirits now and they make me laugh. Good thing that the street is empty since the rainstorm had just stopped. The dead autumn leaves and mud stick to my sneakers but I shrug that off. While I am walking with my hands buried deep in the bowels of the blue jeans hanging loosely off my waist, my mind is busy clearing itself of any thoughts. Usually the best way for that is to plan my outfit for the encounter. I can't say that I hated my mother but that indignation of hers was like a catnip to me. The usual tactic is to keep silent until the mild mannered woman would lose her shit. Then I'd utter something in a sickening sweet voice while fluttering eyelashes. “Well, I guess I just have to find myself a not so good man who doesn't mind being on his knees.” That is my little way of letting her know I loved her. I pick up my pace and keep my head down the whole time. The baseball cap covers my face and due to my short hair and lack of any visible curves I could even pass for a man. Still I don't take chances of being recognized. I can come up with a creative lie if that happened. However, one of my principles is to avoid complications. Finally my feet bring me to the building and I pull out the bunch of keys kept together by a massive metal ring. As I unlock the heavy front ...
    door I ponder over how a whole novel could be written revolving around these keys. Each of the heavy plates that my sweaty fingers clutched contained a different facet of my life. Perhaps some day I will take the time to write those stories. My studio is situated on the top floor of the building and overlooks the whole neighborhood. Perhaps it isn't the smartest choice since the visitors came to me with request for discretion. They would probably feel better in a basement. However, don't do my job the conventional way and always do as I please. The place captured my heart the moment I stepped across the threshold. A spacious open plan hallway and several small rooms where I keep all of my accoutrement. Over the past two years it increased a lot and next months I will rent an additional lot at that building. But I have no intention of changing my beloved playground. The factor that completely made my mind up was that the property was empty when I took it. No furnishing, no signs of previous owners, virginal white walls. As if that place was waiting for me with open legs so I could leave my mark and desecrate it. I get the same kick whenever a new victim gets down on their knees and exposes their smooth ass cheeks for me to cane. My clit throbs and I quickly push the thought away before the lust takes my mind. The keys clatter as I open the door and enter my personal kingdom. I smile wickedly and remove the cap from my face. I flip the switch and set the light to medium as the ...
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