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One fateful night she is forced to break her number one rule and her two very different worlds collide with life changing consequences. She is forced to put Sebastian Stone through the torments usually reserved for her clients.
Inevitably Stone wants recompense for the humiliation she put him through and takes Ella as his sub. The Domme is forced to switch - a switch she never thought she could make but soon comes to relish.
Ella Hobbs had been doing this for so long that taking on the persona of ‘Mistress Marcia’ was as easy as donning a fresh set of clothes. All she had to do was discard the shapeless grey suit she wore for her day job and adorn her body in the scanty garb of her alter ego. A garb of ‘hardly there’ undies, extravagant makeup and finally the wig of luxuriant blonde tresses that covered her own scraped back titian hair and she was ready. But not only ready physically – there was a personality change too, from the gentle Ella to the harsh Dominatrix.
But harsh or not Mistress Marcia was a necessary evil and she’d been good to Ella. The extra money she provided brought with it a measure of independence she could never achieve with her nine to five job, plus she got to exercise her natural talent. A talent that had surprised her and had made her an instant hit with the BDSM club she worked in.
That talent meant she was now a very successful Dominatrix with a growing client base. So successful, in fact, that the club had offered her a share in the business and a say in how the place was run. Ella Hobbs aka Mistress Marcia was definitely on her way up!
Ella was proud of her status and proud of what she’d achieved, even though it was very much her dark little secret. But she had no illusions, she knew the demons that drove her and why. She knew exactly why it was she loved the sound of leather hitting naked male flesh and adored the sight of angry red, buttocks knowing it was her whip that had caused them. A dark side Ella had learned to live with and given her history – one she understood only too well.
However it was vital that the two roles never crossed - were never allowed to bleed into one another. So the daytime accountant and the night-time Dominatrix were strangers. Ella was not Marcia and that’s the way it had to stay - otherwise it wouldn’t work.
But very occasionally that possibility came perilously close and tonight was one of those times.
Tonight she was Marcia complete with attitude and whip but this wasn’t the BDSM club she cherished so much. This was a hotel bedroom and she was about to break her own number one rule. The one about tormenting men she knew and that was Jed’s fault.
He’d asked for her help and she couldn’t refuse him, not him, her oldest friend. But what she hadn’t known when she’d offered it was that the man Jed intended to bring here was Sebastian Stone.
“I can’t, not to him,” a shocked Ella had exclaimed when she’d seen the familiar large frame prostrated on the bed. “He knows me - we’ve met before.” A lame excuse given the infrequency of those meetings but true nonetheless.
The man lying unconscious on the hotel bed was CEO of the Stone Corporation, the company she worked for but that wasn’t the real reason Ella was so upset about this. She was upset because she had an almighty crush on the man but she couldn’t tell Jed that – she couldn’t tell anybody. At work she’d watched him, she’d researched him and hoped, silly as it was given the look she adopted for work, that one day he might notice her.
“Don’t be stupid, Ella,” Jed hissed back at her, annoyed at the possibility of a last minute hitch. “This has gone too far to stop now. Just do as we discussed earlier. Work on him a little, do your stuff and let the cameras roll,” he nodded. “It’s just tonight, I promise. By tomorrow I’ll have everything I need.” He assured confidently while throwing her a mask.
He’d not said what that was but this whole thing smelled of blackmail. There was nothing else it could be, Ella thought with a shudder.
But whatever this was all about, Stone mustn’t recognise her. She turned towards the full length mirror and fitted the elaborately decorated mask to her face then gazed at her reflection critically once again. Was that enough?
“No one – not even your own mother, if you had one,” Jed corrected himself, “would link the hot babe I’m looking at now to the mouse who works in that London office,” he assured her, as if reading her thoughts as he ran hungry eyes down her body.
Ella had to agree – her two personas were vastly different, both in personality and looks. She adjusted the scarlet basque she just shimmied into. It was cut below her breasts allowing her full, creamy orbs to spill free. She pinched at her nipples, twisting hard to make them peak then almost unconsciously ran her fingers down her belly and over the see through thong she was wearing.
Jed felt himself stiffen watching this act and took a step towards her. Ella smiled at him then went back to fussing with the mask and her hair in front of the mirror.
“Turn around for me babe,” Jed asked huskily. Despite seeing her naked many times before he wanted a closer look. Her breasts, that underwear, she was the most beautiful woman he knew. She was sexy and half naked and as she turned he could not only see her ample tits and dark, prominent nipples but right through the fine silk of the thong to the slit of her sex. Stone stood no chance against her ministrations.
Ella wasn’t at all embarrassed at being like this in front of Jed. This was Marcia’s uniform and necessary because of what she did. It was part of her role as a Dominatrix to encourage men to look, to lust and then to punish them hard for it.
“Believe me you’re as incognito as you’re ever going to get,” he confirmed kissing her cheek as he moved to her side. Then unable to resist he ran calloused fingers gently over the beautiful bounty of flesh. “Fuck Ella, you’re one gorgeous broad,” he rasped running his hand down her thigh and settling it between her legs. “Hardly worth wearing the small amount of cloth you’ve got down there,” he said trying to slip his hand under the silky fabric so he could touch her intimately.
Ella took a deep breath and gently tapped his chest. “No Jed. You know not to do things like that,” she told him with that glint in her eye. That glint that said it all - that had been saying it to him for years. That glint that said you can look as much as you want but don’t dare touch. She’d make allowances tonight because Jed was excited and she was anxious and because Jed wasn’t like other men – not to her anyway.
Pushing Jed away she cast her wary green eyes over the sleeping man again and felt the flutter of nerves lurch in her stomach. No wonder she was worried, she seriously doubted she could do this. Now she knew who it was Jed had kidnapped she should cut her losses and run.
Don’t be such a wimp – you know you’ll enjoy it. Her alter ego jibed in her head and, as always, was right on cue. Confrontational Marcia, daring her on, reminding her that this was a role she loved and one she was exceedingly good at.
But I don’t want to hurt him, she thought to herself. I see him at work, we’ve even spoken occasionally and I have this thing – I really like him.
She’d never had any qualms about her role before, it was one she relished. She had dozens of clients, all men, who relied on her for correction and she was good. Mistress Marcia could be relied upon to chastise with impunity, whip with vigour and she’d never been more popular.
But, unlike your usual clientele, he isn’t here voluntarily. Marcia reminded her. As if she needed reminding! And that was another reason she was so twitchy. What she did to the men at the club, to her clients was always consensual. And this was very definitely not.