CarnalNation

“Lizzy, your eight o'clock is here. Room three. Hurry,” Ingrid yelled from the office.

I'd been lounging in the living room with the other women. I stubbed my cigarette out and pulled myself up from the couch

"On my way up now," I yelled back.

I had been prepared for Sidney Glick, a client of the house who favored domme sessions. We had never met. Ingrid had directed him to me as I was the only girl on schedule who didn't mind doing dominance sessions. I lunged up the stairs two at a time in my six-inch heels to the third floor. I knocked on the door and walked in, morphing into Mistress.

"Hello, Sidney," I began softly. "You'll call me Mistress. You will only look at me when I allow it." Sidney was a small unassuming gray-haired man in his sixties. He had developed a slight hunch from years of hard work, and frail bony arms hung loosely by his side. It was easier for him to look at the ground as his neck had stiffened, but he lifted his head with a strain and his blue eyes smiled.

"Sidney, what can I do for you tonight?" That was my opening line. I tried my best to act sexy, superior and as stern as I possibly could. I also wanted to obtain as much information from Sid as possible, so I could turn myself into exactly what he wanted.

"I'd like it if you could use the cuffs to restrain my arms behind my back. I-I-I'd like to be b- b-- blindfolded." His mouth watered, his eyes got glassy, and he rubbed his lips together. "So you want me to restrain you?" I asked with some hesitation. "And blindfold you. Then what?"

"Well… if you c-c—could…."

“Call me a filthy Jew pig. A good-for-nothing animal. That I should be gassed and slaughtered, thrown away with all the other filthy Jew pigs.”I was not a professional Domme. I was a whore. When a client called requesting a light dominance session, there was no reason to send him away. I had been trained by a lifestyle domme years ago. She had given me a starter kit of corsets, whips, paddles, handcuffs, and enough education on how to give good humiliation, fantasy, and enemas. It was a welcome break in a day of fucking and sucking. I had done seven sessions yesterday; my body ached from staying in awkward positions for long periods. If I could make money and not fuck for an hour, I was thrilled.

Sid sat, hands in his lap, head bowed, on the edge of the bed.

"Talk to me," I ordered.

"Well um err… can I look at you Mistress?" Sid stuttered.

"…Yes." I smiled. I must stop smiling.

"Oh, you r- r- really are a pretty one, aren't you?"

I stood in my six-inch, black patent leather, thigh high boots, my legs spread a foot apart. Hands fisted and resting on my cinched waist. I enjoyed the height; it made me confident in my role as a sadistic dominatrix. Looking down my nose at the old man in front of me. I began to feel extremely sexy.

"Go ahead, Sidney. Describe what would you like me to do today. What's your dream?"

"Well, I-I… I…." he said, looking away from me. Why was he so nervous? He got up and said matter-of-factly, "I want you to call me a filthy little Jew bastard!"

He looked directly into my eyes to see my reaction. I tried to have none, but I was certainly thrown off my cool demeanor momentarily. I could see his mouth starting to tremble. His small eyes glistened.

"Call me a filthy Jew pig. A good-for-nothing animal. That I should be gassed and slaughtered, thrown away with all the other filthy Jew pigs."

What the fuck!… Wow! OK. Now I was shocked.

Still I tried not to show any reaction. I had learned that clients often wanted to shock or upset a girl. That's part of their whole trip. The scenario they have created and mulled over for some time was so bottled up that they wanted a reaction, just like the pervs who flash their penises on the street. They want to shock. But I didn't think Sid was going through this to shock me. I believed he was simply describing what he wanted from our session.