OCtober Day 3: Dalmatian

I was told that today was a feminine day, when I booked the session. Though I’m usually quite reserved in regards to these situations, I’d heard great reviews from the satisfied patrons who’d come trickling through her door. 

The high demand darling of the Necro Angels. What an honour it is I managed to seal some time in her chambers. I’ve not even been so lucky as of yet to catch one of her performances. A master of her craft, I’ve been told. Patrons coming to wind down with a drink would describe, in graphic detail, about the countless ways she’d satisfied their specific desires. The pronouns always changed between conversations. I found myself connecting to that aspect especially. The perks of defying human gender norms; you are beautiful, to yourself, to everyone around you, and regardless of circumstance. 

From all I heard, I thought I may as well indulge myself before my time ends at the parlour. 

Standing outside later that evening, I could see the name ‘Dalmatian’ painted in a fancy black font. Quite suddenly, I felt a need to ensure I looked presentable before knocking. 

“Come in” a voice called. 

Alluring, the syllables slowly wrapped around my head. A small part of my brain tried to locate the accent. But, a larger part only wanted whatever was in that room. With a gulp, my hands pushed on through to enter.

The room itself was quite beautiful. It had all the makings of a boudoir dungeon, with an east Asian flair. Lashings of black and pink all over walls and floor. A soft, inviting bed beside a large wardrobe on one side of the room, contrasting the racks of fetish gear and costumes laid out ready on the other. This was where Dalmatian stood. Carefully arranging the silk ropes in order of colour, the temptrex made me wait until she was done. I took the time to take in what I could see.

Tall, though not as tall as I. Her olive skin, plastered with pale patches, alluded to the name on the door. Long, dark pink hair swished around in a feathery, loose plait over her back. She was dressed in very little, and all of it was pink aside from the black heels. The way she bent over, that little miniskirt and bra combo revealed just enough to tease, teetering on the edge of a show. Subconsciously, I found myself fiddling with my bowtie. 

In due time, she’s done and turns to face me. I’m accosted at once by a pair of pale pink eyes, fluttering voluptuous eyelashes my way. Some desire, far in excess of anything I’ve ever known, needles through all my nerves. I become a statue of fire and ice, her beauty having frozen my limbs, yet setting fire to my blood.

She seemed to notice. Pursed lips, glossed with more pink, carefully laid out their words.

“You’re ‘M’, I take it?”

“Mhmm” I reply, mildly distracted.

“Would you prefer I use that, though I noticed you ticked off titles as a yes…”

“Oh, yeah, please call me whatever you like…”

“You will call me Temptrex”

“Yes, Temptrex”

She raises an eyebrow. Those glossy lips curl into a smirk.

“I can tell you’re going to be an obedient one”

“Well, I live to serve, my Temptrex” I chuckle.

That smirk of hers only grows wider. Swiftly, she pulls up a holo screen to her side. It’s large enough to read from where I’m standing. The screen displays a form. Namely, my form. All of my personal details are listed, everything I provided from my name, to my health status, to  my kinks and hard limits. 

“I would like to quickly go over a few things, before we begin” 

“Of course, my Temptrex”

She quickly runs through the details, confirming everything I’ve said is correct. As we continue the briefing, she paces around the room. I remain constant and still, eyes following her graceful movements; a show in itself.

“Your hard no’s are still…” 

She lists off the few things I wrote in red on my form.

“That’s correct Temptrex”

“And everything else…” she sings from my left.

“Still a green, Temptrex”

“Wonderful. Now, can you repeat your safeword for me?” she enquires from my right.

“Blorpus”

I took it from the name of a nasty little creature from my previous travels. Perfect to use for this purpose. Dalmatian circles back around, once again standing by her tools.

“Before we continue, is there anything else new to discuss that’s not on your request?”

I shake my head.

“Everything is still as it is written” I reply.

“So, do I have your word that we may proceed, pet?”

Her question strikes hard again, the flint that sparks the fire. So sudden, so powerful, I nearly topple over.

What is this unearthly power?

I find the strength to nod my head.

“Y-yes” I reply, my lips dry.

“Yes, what?”

Take a deep breath. Act cool.

“Yes, Temptrex”

Dalmatian gestures for me to step closer. I take a few clumsy steps forward. However, she stops me just inches from her feet. Then, she points down.

“Kneel”

My heart thumps. I comply, placing myself at Dalmatian’s mercy. The wooden floor is hard on the knees, though bearable. She cocks her head at my position. That sensuous smile from before has twisted into a pout. Those soft eyes are daggers, pinning my limbs. 

“Hmm...let’s see how obedient you really are” she mutters. “Bend forwards”

I do so, and find my face dropping to the floor hard as a weight comes down on my back. What feels like the tip of a heel digs into the muscle. It grinds slowly, painfully, and gloriously. Minor tremors of pleasure ripple out across my body, and the harder it goes the more I find I cannot hold back a whimper. She seems pleased at the sound, removing her foot after a moment. I whimper again, from being deprived of my prize. Slender fingers slip under my chin, pulling my head to look up. From this angle, her height finally towers my o

“You’ve been a well behaved pet so far. So, I shall be kind and let you choose”

Her fingers guide me by the chin to stand. Meanwhile, Dalmatian’s other hand gestures to the rest of her arsenal.

“How would you like to be punished?”