*~ Dangerous Liaison ~*

Scarlet Stanford, thirty-six years old, 5’5 and weighed in at about 130 with a 36D chest. Her eyes deep emerald green and rich deep red hair with a passel of loose curls that dangled down to the small of her back. The red hair always accented her creamy ivory skin; one could tell with the slight few freckles over the bridge of her nose that she was an Irish beauty through and through.

From a quiet small town in Pennsylvania to the large noisy city of New York Scarlet left her mark in the field of journalism. If there was ever a go getter girl with fire and spunk it was her, she volunteered for everything, the danger level was what excited her, like when she recently went over to Iraq and reported on the war, or when she went to Africa and covered the guerillas who dealt in arms deals, she also loved the piece that allowed her to talk with the number one cocaine cartel in America. Nothing was ever too dangerous for her; she loved seeing her name on the bi-line with a prize Pulitzer piece, which happened often over the last 12 plus years.

She missed being a free lance writer, but five years back she couldn’t pass up the job offer that was tossed before her to write for Tantra magazine. Tantra was a cross between Cosmopolitan, Maxim and Opera’s O magazine. It covered everything Dear Jan, Trendy fashion, to top news related stories to sex and sports. Tantra paid nicely, she was able to work from home which for Scarlet was a good thing, she hated the office life, being cooped up like a caged bird, which was never her thing, perhaps she thought was the reason she wasn’t married yet like most of her friends.

Scarlet never saw herself the happy homemaker, wife or mother, it wasn’t that she didn’t want the whole white picket fence deal; she just didn’t see where it fit into her life at the present time or in the near future, plus in order for that to happen she’d need to have a husband or at least a steady boyfriend, and she had neither.

He last male companion of three years was a man named Councilman David Galloway. Scarlet thought he was the ‘one’, but deep in her gut she knew he was too good to be true and she was right. Three weeks before being gunned down while leaving an upscale restaurant with his young personal assistant and fuck toy, he made the papers all over America with the Union scandal, taking bribes from business associates, dealings with the mafia and sex with escorts he picked up in travels.

Scarlet broke it off and moved into her spacious loft apartment, and then three weeks later he was killed. She felt no sorrow for him; she shrugged her shoulders and moved on with her life. She filled the void with story after story till the point where nothing caught her attention anymore, nothing gave her that excitement, she hit a rut, she needed a story that grabbed her and made her want to pursue it, that gave her that drive once again.

She stood, her hand moved down along the silk black night gown smoothing it, she loved the feel of cool silk under her dainty fingertips. She cocked her head and watched out the window the sky was slightly clouded as she stepped behind the telescope and looked through the eye moving it slightly to the right looking up at the winter’s night sky.

There was nothing much to see with the cloudy night, she turned the scope to the far left and as she did she caught a view across the way to another building. Scarlet was far from a peeping Tom, or what ever a female was called, but she couldn’t resist looking through the window, the curtains were pulled to the sides allowing anyone to view inside.

She had never noticed the woman across the way before, though there was a moving van a few weeks back parked before that particular building. She watched as she moved through her apartment, from one window to the next, she had company but wasn’t able to tell if they were male or female.

Just as she was ready to zoom in the phone rang, Scarlet sighed and grabbed it, as she stood there watching across the way through the window into the apartment. Her head tilted as she watched, who ever she was Scarlet thought she was a beautiful woman as she turned and stood before the window, causing Scarlet to quickly step to the side so she wasn’t seen watching her. She hung the phone up and peeked around the curtain and sighed softly as the woman and her partner we’re gone.

WOW-- it is all mine thought Tommi, I finally did it, a beautiful apartment, in a great area. A place to call MINE, I have a secret that no one else knows, I am a Domme and I train slaves of all types, ponies, feet, oral , all of it, and I have to say there is never a dull moment in it. This apartment fit the bill to a T. There is an area that I can entertain and then a totally private area to train my playthings.

I fell into this totally by accident, I was young and impressionable and fell into lust with a man that was way older than me, he opened my eyes and showed me the ways of a true Domme. I am one of the ones that love to show the slaves that it is a way of life and that there should be honor on serving one that chooses them to serve them.

I was just finishing up with a new one that I was not sure if i really wanted to train, he was just not into listening and wanted to question me in everything that I did. Frustrated I called it a day and sent him on his way, not before i seen the creature looking out from the apartment across the way. Dressed in a slinky black nightie, she shone like a beacon, HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM she is delicious looking I must try and figure a way to meet her. I looked back and she was gone, GRRRRRRrr and now no one to take my frustrations out on, DAMN me and my temper.

I decided to take a quick shower and dress for tonights sale, I was showing a couple of girls that I had been training. I needed to find them owners so that i could finish up thier training, you see i like to know what a owner expects of the slave before I finish up the training, that way Master or Mistress and slave all are happy.

Twisting up my hair into a knot, i turn the shower on and step in. Reaching for the loofah I start to wash up, slowly teasong my breasts and making them swell and ache. I reach lower teasing my stomach as my hand slowly makes its way to my clit, thinking of the peeping tom that i had, I am dripping ans swollen, just a light touch makes me jump, frustrated i start to masterbate thinking of that beauty that i will never have, knees shaking, breath shallow, dizzy my orgasm rocks me. DAMN just the thought of her. I stummble out of the shower and grab the towel and slowly dry off.

Now i am running late, shit, what to wear, what to wear, OHHHHHHH i have theis beatiful new dress that is sooooooooooooo sexy, yep that is it. I let the slik slide over my body. It is sheer and revealing you can tell that all i have on is my panties and bra and that is it, and step into my heels and look into the mirror and add a few touches to my face, there I am ready.

I grab my collars and leashes and head out the door

Scarlet sat upon the chaise lounge, a book laying in her lap, he mind lost in her own little world as she reached over grabbing the bottle of merlot and pouring yet another glass, as she tried to concentrate looking own into her lap, the words just seemed to jumble together before her eyes, it wasn’t the effect of the wine, that she knew, it was just stress.

The phone rang, she looked to it, not feeling the need to answer she just sat there sipping away, the fourth ring it stopped; she closed her eyes and savored the fruit flavor upon her palette, enjoying the solitude of the evening.

The book fell from her lap as she lifted her head swallowing the gulp within her mouth as she sighed softly and stood. Grabbing it she dog eared the page and tossed it over to the couch, she grabbed the phone and clicked the button and watched as her editors name flashed, she rolled her eyes and placed the phone back into the receiver once again as she didn’t even bother to listen to the voicemail, knowing it be the same one she’s left for the past three days.

‘Scarlet, we need to know what going on, where the hell are you? It’s been three days since anyone has heard from you or seen you….’

“Its been four days now and five nights,” scarlet said out loud as she turned around and looked out to the streets below, the dim lighting making it hard to see directly down before her building, the one across the way light up a decent amount of sidewalk as she looked across the way once again, the curtains still pulled closed and the once lit apartment now dark.

Just as she was about to turn around she caught the door open, she stepped behind her telescope and focused in on the woman leaving the building. Scarlet notices the thin silk material, how it drapes over her body, fitting her every curve, watching how it moves around her thighs, the way her muscles form with each step the woman takes in her heels, the sight made Scarlet tingle within, which has never happened before at the sight of a woman.

Scarlet looked through the lens intently, she could see the bra outline as well as the panties the beauty wore under the thin flowing material, she could almost imagine her scent of perfume, if she wore any, something strong and powerful yet not overwhelming. The telescope moved with her, she focused in even more as she walked further along the sidewalk, in her hands Scarlet noticed the collar and leashed that dangled from her fist, and that caused her level of curiousness about the mystery woman to grow just like her arousal.

She never even realized that her free hand was pressing against her silk gown, moving the material against her seeping gash as she breathed slightly heavier. Scarlet watched till she could watch her no longer, seeing her take the corner, her dress lifting along the back of her toned thigh, as she licked her lips.

The curtains closed slightly blocking out the bright light from across the way as she laid upon the chase, her legs stretched as she slowly slid the silk up her thighs, her long fingers pressing together as she arched as soon as they moved the material around her slightly hard little prick like nub. Her natural pink full lips parted open as she groaned out; in her mind was an image, her mysterious woman standing before her, her nipples seen through the dress.

Her orgasm rang through her as she rubbed her throbbing clit, feeling the heat against her fingers as she bucked her hips, slowing down as that one last wave of bliss ran through her body as she felt her inner muscles contract. She blew a breath, her sleek form glistened with sweat, the silk sticking to her as she stood and turned grabbing the phone.

“Emily, listen before you bitch me out… I have a story idea, I need to do a little research, and it’s strong, sexual, and dark. I’ll fill you in when I can. Bye.” Scarlet hung the phone up leaving the message for her editor, and sat at her desk, and began to comb the internet for information.

Walking along the street, my leash swinging by my side, I wonder if my peeping tom is getting a good look at me in all my glory? I know i turn heads --hell what woman would not do that dressed as i am?? SO with that thought I put a little extra swing in My hips and roll them a little more than normal. The Limo that is sent for me rolls silently to a stop next to me and the driver a nice little piece of ass gets out and bows to me as she is opening my door, "Ma'am your chariot awaits." I glide to the car and feeling a little catty grab her by her hair and pull her to me, she gasps and i look into her eyes and tell her " I will have you tonight and you will be mine!!" Goddess I love fucking with them like that. I get into the car and let her close the door, she runs to get in and get us going up to the club. She knows if she disappoints me that there will be hll to pay later on, and i am the one to deal it out.

I sit back and enjoy watching all the little people running to and fro, knowing that in an hour or so I will be on stage and have beauties galore around me, wondering if one of the beauties i see on the street will be my treat tonight. I catch my driver staring at me and snipe at her to watch where the fuck she is going as i do not want to have to talk to any police tonight of all nights. She turns her eyes forward with a drop in her chin knowing that she had displeased me YET again.

The limo glides to a stop at a warehouse that bears no name, no address or any identifying marks, to all that are members it is just the warehouse, to those that WISH they could come it is talked about in hushed tones calling it the place, the place where your dreams can come true and your nightmares can kill you. As i walk in I notice that there is only a couple of people here already, BUT, the thrill is in the air already. I am approached as soon as the door shits behind me and asked if i would like a slut to break tonight, she has displeased her Master and he wants a public humiliation. OHHH yes i say I will make her beg for your forgiveness. That settled I head to the bar and ask for a Mountain Dew, no I dont drink before I play here, I want them to all know that even though they are here on stage with me , I am completely in control and not a drunken sop like some.

I look at the list of things that i need to do and think DAMN am i going to be able to sell all of these tonight?? I may have to schedule some for time at my playroom for private sales, oh well then i wont have to share a commission with the owners, that is one nice thing about them, if i have to sell on my own time they dont care, the last place threw a fit and one of my buyers turned me onto the warehouse here. I have 7 sales to do and the humiliation to attend to -- what to do first?? OHHH yeah i think i will do the humiliation first and get everyone in the mood for ones of their own, damn that is a good plan.

I go up to the stage and try and decide how i want to do this, kneeling or forced over a table?? YEAH forced over the table , tied down, gagged and a mirror so that everyone can see her tears, I might even be nice and let her cum for them all. I pull out the table and decide that i want on that she is almost laying over but has to hold herself up so that we can see her in the mirror. if she lets herself fall forward, I will be able to punish her even more. Damn i did not realize that everyone was showing up while i was doing all of this, I lay out my toys, I have vibrating balls that are going up her ass, a dildo that is going in her pussy and i am putting on a strap on cause i am in the mood to fuck her while everyone watches. I go back to change and get into the bustier and hot pants that i love to wear and step into my harness for the strap on. Damn i have to get the slaves ready, boys in this cage and girls in here, and you are to strip and play with each other until you are about to climax, BUT know i can hear you and if you do i will make you pay for it all, boys better orally service each other and you are to be hard as a rock when you hit the stage or i will whip your cock until it bleeds.

Up on stage i run, smiling and waving to everyone, Welcome I say into my mic that is around my neck, i have beauty galore for you tonight, BUT for a special treat, I have this little bitch that will not listen to her Master AT ALL. There are boos and sluts yelled out to her as she stumbles on the stage, I just shake my head adn grab her and pull her to the table, NOW this is what you are going to do you naughty little bitch, You are going to lay over the table and put your hands out so that i can tie them down, you are to look into that Mirror at all times or you will be punished even harder, Her eyes grow wide as she shakes her head NO, BAMMMMMMM, right across her ass, she did not see the paddle in my hands, NOW MOVE. She stumbles to the table and lays down, I move about her tying her down. Now Ladies and Gentlemen , let the fun begin. I force her pussy open and force the dildo up her, she screams and earns herself not only a smack -- but a gag as well. Next because i am feeling a little mean and alot horny i hook up my strap on and walk up behind her, as i slam into her ass she cums. oh hell Bitch did i give you permission to cum?? I start to beat her and as i am I tell her KNOW that everytime you do not listen to you Master I am what is going to be waiting for you. She is crying behind the gag and i look at her Master and he nods his approval. I am not done yet, I fuck her so hard that I cum in a matter of minutes, much to my crowds approval. I untie her and she falls to her knees and sits there with her head down and hands in her lap, quietly i tell her to rise and take the didlo out and lick it clean, she is sobbing but listened with out hesitation. I hand her off to her Master and turn to my crowd, NOW are you all ready to BUY??????????????? I think they heard the crowd yell yes about a mile away.


to be continued .........................

Scarlet scanned the internet for all she could find on the lifestyle of domination and submission, reading whatever she could fine that came across the screen, the more she read the more it began to excite her. She was trying to figure out where she herself fell between the two, and then she read the third possibility of what they called a switch that went between both boundaries which confused her even more.

Reading on it stated that even as a dominate persona it was best that one became a bottom before a top. She pondered if those were sexual positions but as she read on she laughed out and realized what the meaning behind the two terms were, and then clicked to another link and another reading more and more in depth as to what she was getting herself into.

Scarlet knew in her heart that if it came down to it she would rather be the one to serve more than to demand, she demanded so much in her life and others wanted demands from her that she would be more happier as a submissive. Reading more, the word sale appeared after reading that she knew that wasn’t her, she was a classy intelligent woman and needed to be able to use her mind, to rightfully and willingly giver herself and her thoughts to another and not have those stripped from her to be a puppet on a string to be a doormat for anyone to walk over back and forth.

The more she read the more it began to all come together and clearer, the woman across the way that she found attracted to was a Dominate female, what one called a dominatrix, which explained the collar and leash she had in her hands, as well as explained the kneeling person she had before her that scarlet saw through the scope lens.

Her fingers flew across the keys as she began a journal starting from scratch, she would take leave from her job and delve within the darkness of this new underground world. Taking notes of what was going on and how she started it, and whatever else came to mind that would prove to be a well written block buster of an article for the magazine.

Doing a Google search she was shocked at hoe many clubs where in the city around her and she never knew it, she combed over a few that were closer to where she was living, finding three that were within six blocks of her loft. Scarlet clicked on all three reading about each one and what they had to offer, there was one that seemed to cater to newcomers to the lifestyle, she favored it and read the whole site from link to link.

Next on her agenda was clothing, she began a search and found quite a lot, this was brain buzzing to her, so much at a persons fingertips, a world she never even really knew existed but did, so huge to the underground, tucked away for only those that really felt they found what they seek, from masters, to a mistress, submissive and slaves, she read why men and women submitted their every being to others, some she couldn’t understand like a man allowing himself to be urinated upon, drinking it, wearing it like a badge of honor, from women who were cum sluts to men, not just one but many, facials, toilet slaves, that thought turned her stomach, but she knew she was only at the top of the pile and there was so much more under the surface.

Scarlet was excited in more ways than one, it made her panties moist thinking of the possibilities, she knew that she wished to not serve a man, there was something about a dominate female that turned her on, and it wasn’t just a female in general it was her new neighbor across the way, the women who she had not even spoken to made her masturbate and cum at the thoughts of her, that confused Scarlet, she had never desired a women, she was guessing it was her age and the bullshit that came with past relationships with men, she wasn’t really in the mood to analyze it all, she was on a fast track with a new exciting story.

Scarlet went back to the clothing sites she had pulled up and began to look over them with a fine tooth comb, there was one store located a few blocks away, she scribbled down the address along with the one club’s as well and stuffed the paper into her purse that sat aside the lap top.

She closed it all up and felt rejuvenated; she found something that would bring back the excitement she had when she was once a free lance reporter. The lifestyle was worldly, there was a country that she hadn’t read about that had something huge belonging to the topic, she pondered doing the story across seas but not until she was on ground level and knew what she was doing.

As i watch the crowd I wonder how i should sell my babies. Should i do a pair or should i do singles? Oh hell I know that i make more money when they are sold one by one. First off Ladies and Gentlemen is a blue eyed, black hair stud that loves to serve orally, Male and Female servicing and does so well -- i can tell you from the training- i smirk as i say it. Bidding starts at $10,000 and it is a year contract with option to renew through me at 11 months. The bidding starts hard and heavy, soon they are yelling 30 and 40 thousand dollars. You see I only sell prime specimens. He tops out at 75 thousand dollars, damn that is a nice take for just one. The selling flys through and at the end of the night I total, and this is just my share, at a cool million, Damn i think i need to take a vacation with that. After the sale I am restless and it shows, i go into a play room and watch for a while, there is a beautiful woman in there strapped to a bench and is getting gang banged, god what a sight. She can not even try and keep up with all the men and woman that are taking her at one time, I see a sense of defeat in her eyes and can tell that she is not happy with how her Mistress is letting her get treated. She has a necklace on that shows that she is taken and i wonder what it would be like to have one that is all mine-- not to train them and let them go-- but to keep for me, my peeping tom comes to mind, getting me all horny all over again.

I get up to leave and decide that i wasnt ready to go home, so i go and change into jeans and a tank top, leather bitch boots and my favorite jacket, good thing i keep "street" clothes at the club. I go and get my money and put most of it in the safe that was installed just for me and look at all the money that is in there, I really dont have to work for the rest of my life if i dont want to, I love that control over my life, i love knowing that i am all taken care of and that anyone that i settle down with will be taken care of also.

I set off with a couple of thousand in my pockets and think of what i want to do-- hmmmmmm tittie bar?? Nah that is boring after where i was just now, bar?? nah i dont want to have to kill some stupid fool. I head for the toy shop that i love and they order ANYTHING that i want. I walk at a good clip thinking of what i want to do and where i want to go. I am walking in a cloud and look up and i am there already, wow i must have been totally our of it. Oh well now it is time to shop and have some fun . "hey Tommi" says the store owner, "what you after tonight??" I think for a moment " I need some new clothes and some toys, I am going to look around and then i will let you know." I hit the aisles and find a couple of vibrators that i can tease with and a couple of new blindfolds that are cute and would humiliate the boys badly, I snicker yeah i am a bitch. I go to the video section and decide that i am going to buy the trainees some DVD's to watch and learn a few tricks from. I head up front to look through the catalogs to see what clothing that i want to order. As i pursue the books i come across a few things that I want, i start to write out my order knowing that it would be in in a week or so, She walks in, MY PEEPING TOM. What the hell is she doing here i think. She looks all over the place like she dont know what to look at first, I think of what it was like the first time i was there and laughed. Her head jerks at the sound and she looks dead at me. Her face starts to redden and her eyes grow wide. i see her breathing grow erratic and she looks like she is going to run. I finish up what I am doing and order all the things that i want and get ready to head out. I walk towards the door and she skitters down an aisle looking everywhere but me, damn do I look like that big of a bitch i wonder.

I go outside and get ready to get into a cab when she darts out the door and stammers "Hello I am Scarlet" WOW i think she is a knock out " Hello there Scarlet I am Tommi it s nice to know who is peeping in my windows now!!" I see her grow redder as i get into the cab and head for home wondering how i will make her mine.

Scarlet grabs a pair of worn jeans and a plain old red shirt, slips into her red pumps and wraps herself in an old bomber jacket, nothing fancy for late night outs, the streets are quiet yet still alive with others, some hidden in boxes, other in the darkness of shadows, lurking for prey.

Sticking her money and credit cards in her back jean pocket she takes the warehouse elevator down and walks out into the night. It was such a different place when the moon was out and the sun away, the city reminded another of Vegas just for the name, New York didn’t sleep either, it may have appeared to but it was a trick.

Her heels sounded on the sidewalk, each step having a hollow sound to it when taken. Dark shadows everywhere, every now and then Scarlet would hear footsteps around her making her grip her jacket tighter and walk faster as she stuck to well lit streets.

Those last three blocks to the store went quickly, the store sat off to her right, she crossed over and stood there for a moment looking at the mannequins dressed in short leather outfits, some dresses and other leather halters, either window on both sides of the door looked much like a Fredrick’s of Hollywood windows.

Scarlet stepped into the doorway, peered through the doors and then opened it and walked in, not seeing many she felt a bit better entering, and wandered around. She knew anyone could peg her for a first timer, as she had no clue what she was seeking really, only from what she read to go by.

Wandering about she could feel eyes upon her, she tried to steer away from the punker dressed female and her grunge boyfriend as they seemed to enjoy eyeing her up making her feel uncomfortable. She never understood the whole full face piercing but was never one to judge either.

She had interviewed many females and males with facial piercing, even a few models on the runway had them and they looked just as beautiful with or without, but the full face done wasn’t understood unless it was just for the pain or the look to fit in. or even just be different.

Scarlet moved a few items about on the rack against the wall; she thought a few would fit her perfectly. She held a few up and chuckled a bit trying to see herself in them, and shook her head slowly, and then placed it back on the rack.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow at the end if the row, the woman looked familiar as she just caught a glimpse of her back. Quickly she placed the dress back on the rack and went from aisle to aisle to find her, curiousness had her attention now.

Two aisles over there she was, the beauty from across the way. Scarlet felt her heart pound in her chest, she knew one day she would see her closer than just through the lens, and tonight was the night. She watched her walk about as she couldn’t but help follow, not necessarily a stalker but just wanting to see her closely, to catch her scent.

Scarlet turned and looked directly to her, she froze for a moment and felt her cheeks blush, once eye contact was broken she quickly moved around the store. Scarlet then knew what it felt like to be a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car.

There was one of those corner mirrors, she watched her through there, watching everything about her from the way she moved to her walk, how she touched small strands of her hair, the way her dress flowed around her thighs, and there wasn’t much she didn’t notice.

Scarlet moved down the aisle, her on the opposite side, she watched her finish up and then head out the door, just as she did scarlet quickly followed, not sure why or where the guts came from she pushed the door open and introduced herself as the woman hailed a cab.

They exchanged names and scarlet watched as she pulled away from the curb, now knowing a name with a face and quite liked the name ‘Tommi’, it fit her, it fit her strong persona. Scarlet walked back into the store and looked around again, this time more relaxed. She picked out three pieces, stockings and heels to match; quite pleased with her order she herself hailed a cab and went home.

Once home she undressed before her window, and opened her bags and tried everything on, she turned and looked to see if the curtains were open again…she decided that she would invite her over for a drink if she found the right apartment the following night.

Undressing Scarlet climbed into bed and found sleep easily, it had been a long emotional day, she was exhausted.