Attitude Adjustment

All characters are fictional and over 18 years old.

Juliet drummed her fingers against the edge of her desk. It was 4:30 p. m. on a Friday. and frustratingly, no one had left the office yet. She craned her neck over the cubicle to see if anyone was looking like they were going to head out, but everyone was stuck into mindless tasks. Did no one have anything better to do?

She reached into her purse and felt for the small piece of cardstock she was checking for all day. Juliet felt her thumb catch on the edge of the business card and pulled it out of her purse. She felt something within her ignite just looking at it. It was cream-colored with thick black lettering that read: "Nightbound Professional Development - Mst. Lillian Kingsley - 259 Main St."

Juliet brought it up to her nose and inhaled. It was perfumed with an earthy, intoxicating scent of oak, coffee, and... something else. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was almost pheromonal. Juliet felt silly for how obsessed she was with a woman she met for only a few minutes, but she was the closest thing to a perfect woman. She was tall and seductive with thick, luscious...

"Hey there, Juliet. Got a new client there?" Her coworker Franklin appeared at her desk and looked at the business card. Juliet felt her stomach drop.

"Oh, this? No. I mean she could be, I suppose," Juliet stuttered, her words like scattered leaves.

"Gotcha. Cool," Franklin said. She saw him watch her tuck the card away with a confused look on his face. "Doing anything fun this weekend?" Franklin tried once more at small talk. Juliet felt her mind melt a little more thinking about all the work she had put into the upcoming session. The STD tests she had to submit. The multi-step background check. The cold survey of her fantasies, kinks, and fetishes.

"Honestly, I haven't thought that far ahead yet," Juliet said dishonestly.

"Well, me and some of the other reps were gonna go to Quicksilver tonight. I mean, no pressure, it would just be cool to see you..."

"Wow, that sounds awesome," Juliet said. She looked at the clock. Fifteen more minutes. "You know what? I just remembered that I have a date, I'm sorry," she tried to look apologetic.

"Oh yeah? Well, have fun," Franklin did his best to hide his crushing disappointment and shuffled back to his desk. Juliet looked over at the clock again. She felt a nervous energy throb in her veins. This evening was all she could think about, all she could feel. Normally she would feel bad when rejecting someone, but she had no time for such silly thoughts. Juliet eyed the card again. It was taunting her. She could hear Lillian's silky voice speak to her through it, saying, "Don't be late. Or do. How I love starting a session with some discipline..."

Juliet looked at the clock. 4:58 p. m. Close enough. She grabbed the card and her purse and walked quickly for the exit, praying that nobody stopped her. Luckily, for once, she had a clean path to her car. She got into the driver's seat and immediately started driving, not bothering to put music on or adjust the heat on what was a very cold day. Juliet drove fast, her head clouded with fermented nerves and excitement. Rationally, she knew that it was stupid to work herself up like this, but she just couldn't help it. Every minute she waited was torture, and not the good kind.

Finally, she saw a sign so small she almost missed it: "Nightbound Professional Development." She whipped her car into an empty spot and walked up to the door clutching the business card. This was it. If she wanted to turn back, now was the time to do it. Juliet thought back to when she met Lillian at the conference. She was like a planet with her own gravitational force. She spoke with such clarity and held herself with a distinguished poise that towered her above everyone around her. But when she came up to Lillian and opened her lips to speak, she felt like an old friend, a warm and kind soul that legitimately cared. Maybe it was all an act. Maybe what Juliet felt was a distortion of reality, but she had to at least see it though.

She opened the sleek glass door and walked into a modest-looking, but empty lobby with a bubbly, red-haired secretary sitting behind a desk. She had a small metal name tag engraved with "Mst. Sadie Luxon."

"Hi! Can I help you?" Sadie turned away from her computer and looked up with a smile. Juliet walked up to her and slid Lillian's card across the desk. Strangely, the secretary brought the card to her nose and inhaled deeply. Sadie had a far-away look on her face for a moment before returning to reality and smiling at Juliet.

"You must be Juliet," she said, sliding the card back. "I have you down for a 5:30 with Mistress Lillian... and it says here that you don't plan on any anal play today?"

"No, thank you," Juliet said. She looked around the lobby with humiliation spreading across her cheeks. Hearing her preferences out loud was deeply embarrassing, but she told herself that here, it was normal.

"Great! Have there been any changes to your health since you sent in your preference forms?" Sadie typed a quick note about Juliet's response to the anal question.

"Um, I don't think so?" Juliet said. It felt like she was at a doctor's office with how cold and clinical she was being questioned.

"Great! And are you interested in an extended aftercare session following your appointment? There's 30 minutes built into your time slot for restraint removal and relaxation, but we can extend it to an hour if you anticipate needing some extra time to wind down," Sadie explained.

"What do most people do?" Juliet asked. She was beginning to feel like she was in over her head.

"I always recommend that first-timers take advantage of the entire hour. The emotional effects of our practice can be heavier than anticipated, especially with Mistress Lillian," Sadie said.

"Yeah, sure. I'll do the hour, then," Juliet said. She had even more questions now, but the secretary made a final note and stood up.

"Great! And you're aware of your verbal and nonverbal safe words?" Sadie dropped her smile and gave Juliet a serious look.

"Yes," Juliet said. She felt her nervousness reach a boiling point. This wasn't her first time experimenting with BDSM, but she wouldn't consider herself a professional. Most of her experience came from reading smut and imagining herself in complex, humiliating scenarios. It never occurred to her that she might need to get out of one.

"Great! In that case, you can head on down the hallway. It's the last door on the right," Sadie pointed to the end of a long corridor. "You'll find a changing room around the corner in case you want to store any valuable belongings or clothing." Juliet looked down at her outfit. She was wearing her nicest cashmere sweater, a black pencil skirt, and sheer nylon stockings.

"Thanks. Should I take all my clothes off there?" Juliet asked. She was still speaking in a hushed tone as if there were invisible people in the lobby listening in on the conversation.

"Well, it says on your intake form that you're interested in having clothing forcibly torn off your body," Sadie adjusted her glasses and squinted at her computer screen. "Should I make an adjustment to your sexual preferences, or are you still interested in forcible clothing removal?"

"No, no. Keep it as is, thank you," Juliet said. Her cheeks were a deep red now. She should've assumed that there would be someone who would process all of the deeply personal information she submitted about herself, but she didn't think it would be recited back to her.

"Sounds good. Have a lovely session!" Sadie beamed. Juliet was increasingly less sure about how "lovely" it was going to be, but she tried to let the positive energy reassure her.

"Thanks," Juliet managed a weak smile. Her heels echoed loud clicks as she walked down the hallway. She could feel the secretary's eyes burn into the back of her head as she walked down the sterile, brightly lit hallway. Each door she passed was marked with a brass plaque containing a woman's name and their role.

"Mst. Ruby Onaki - Shibari Specialist... Mst. Clarissa Waters - Impact Therapist... Mst. Lillian Kingsley - Chief Executive Officer," Juliet read each name softly to herself, stopping at Lillian's door. Honestly, the Shibari Specialist and Impact Therapist positions made more sense than Lillian's CEO title. What did owning a business mean if all of the workers were experienced dominatrixes?

Regardless of the lofty role, Lillian clearly ran a well-organized company, from the detail of the intake forms to the pristine polish on the floor of the hallway. Juliet was expecting Lillian's building to be a bit more medevial in its design, but she admittedly didn't have much experience in the world of sex dungeons. And it wasn't a sex dungeon, Lillian made a note of emphasis in her pitch to Juliet, it was a, "Center for physical development and exploration."

Juliet gathered her courage and knocked twice on Lillian's door, as ready as she was going to be for her "physical development and exploration." She felt her stomach flutter as she waited for a response. Agonizing seconds passed, each dripping anxiety straight into her veins. What did Sadie mean when she said that Lillian's practice was emotionally difficult? Juliet was physically prepared to be stripped, tied up, whipped, denied orgasms, and humiliated, but she began to question how she would feel about it. This session was all she could think about ever since she watched Lillian walk away from her at the sales conference. But her pent-up anticipation was about to be released, turning dreamy fantasies into hard realities.

Before she could question herself further, she heard a door open behind her. Surprised, Juliet turned around from Lillian's door to find Sadie, the secretary, standing in the empty doorway with a bundle of rope and a black leather sack in her hands. She still had the same eerily welcoming smile on her face. Juliet wiped her clammy palms on her skirt and looked down the hall nervously.

"Oh, there's nothing down there, don't worry," Sadie said. She took a step closer to Juliet, who instinctively shuffled back against Lillian's door. Sadie's name tag glinted in the bright fluorescent light, "Mst. Sadie Luxon." A sinking revelation washed over Juliet. All of the plaques she passed were labeled with the same honorific. "Mst." meant Mistress, and that meant...

Lillian's door opened behind Juliet, making her stumble backwards and slip on the polished floor. Before she hit the ground, she felt two gloved hands catch her upper arms and watched as Sadie stepped forward and pulled the sack over her head. Her entire vision went dark and she could feel her panicked breath warm the air inside the hood.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Juliet yelled, her voice distorted by the heavy sack. She tried to struggle against the grip on her arms, but she was roughly pushed face down against the floor, each limb held in a vice-like grip. Her arms were held firmly at the small of her back by the gloved hands while Sadie quickly bound them together with tight knots at her wrists and elbows. Juliet breathed heavily, adrenaline coursing through her body.

"Oh, fuck," Juliet said. Was this part of the session? She tried to wriggle out of the grip, but her arms were completely immobile. She felt one woman push her skirt up past her knees and the other tie her thighs together with a long length of rope. The same treatment was given to her ankles despite her best attempts to throw her captors off of her.

"Anything else, Mistress Lillian?" Juliet could barely hear Sadie's voice through the sack.

"No, thank you. Could you cancel my 8:00 dinner reservation? I think I'm going to stay late tonight," Lillian's voice floated above Juliet. She felt Lillian pat her lower back in emphasis.

"Of course. Also, Mistress Clarissa mentioned that she won't be using her floggers tonight. I know you're fond of her German nine-tail, so I'd be happy to bring it to you," Sadie said. Juliet swallowed hard, feeling a deep humiliation settle within her as the two women planned her torment while she was face down and helpless.

"That would be wonderful," Lillian said.

"I'll get right on it, then," Juliet heard Sadie's heels click as she walked away. Lillian and Sadie's conversation terrified Juliet, but it did help to settle her back into reality, even if that reality was tight bondage. The gloved hands returned to her shoulders and with a bit of exertion, Lillian dragged Juliet out from the doorway into her room. Juliet winced at the tight grip and the animal-like treatment, but she focused on her breathing and kept herself composed. She heard Lillian's footsteps pass by her as she walked back to the doorway, where she had a short, muffled conversation with Sadie that Juliet couldn't hear. The door slammed shut and the sound of a thick, metal deadbolt sliding in place echoed in the room. This was it. Juliet was locked in a room with an almost complete stranger who knew every one of her darkest fantasies.

Juliet felt a pressure in her wrists and realized she was being lifted off the ground. She struggled to get her bound feet underneath her as her arms, still tied behind her at the wrist and elbow, were being pulled towards the ceiling. Painful tension surged in her shoulders as her arms were forced into a cruel strappado with her back arched and her butt exposed. Her heels scraped against the floor as she tried to get them underneath her. It didn't help that her balance was thrown off by the sack over her head. Lillian laughed an enchanting laugh watching Juliet struggle into a somewhat comfortable position.

Without warning, Lillian pulled the sack off Juliet's head and grabbed her ponytail, forcing her head up and back. Before Juliet could blink her vision back into focus, Lillian had a tight knot tight from the base of her ponytail to the same anchor her wrists were tied to. Juliet's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the room around her and the woman standing in front of her.

Lillian's office, if one could even call it that, was decorated as if royalty lived there. The floor was solid hardwood, polished to an almost reflective shine. Expensive-looking rugs decorated the floor and beautiful paintings covered the walls. A massive mahogany desk with a tall leather chair sat at one end of the room, worthy of a ruler, or a CEO. Behind her, Juliet could feel the heat and hear the sound of a crackling fire in a fireplace. But she wasn't staring at the intricate patterns of the rug underneath her, she was hypnotized by the perfection standing in front of her, arms crossed under her chest.

Lillian looked like she dominated other dominatrixes, and judging by her interaction with Sadie, she probably did. She wore a skintight latex catsuit that covered her curves from neck to toe, save for a diamond-shaped cutout on her chest, showing cleavage so deep Juliet's gaze got lost in it. Lucy's body shone with the flickering light of the fire, brightness glimmering on the void-black material. Tearing her eyes away from her body, Juliet looked into Lucy's eyes. She wore a touch of makeup on her brilliant blue eyes and dark red lipstick on her full lips. Her dark chocolate-colored hair was tied up in a tight bun, giving her the look of a strict disciplinarian. Beneath the domineering exterior was a captivating warmth that shined in her eyes and in the curve of her cheeks.

Juliet opened her mouth to say something, but no words formed on her tongue. She stood there, her limbs bound impossibly tight with her lips parted in a transfixed stupor in front of a goddess among women. There was a visceral humility to her situation that overrode all reasonable thought. All this, and Lillian had hardly touched her.

The dominatrix walked around her desk and sat down in the massive chair. She steepled her gloved fingers on the desk and leaned forward as if considering a business deal.

"I'm pleasantly surprised that you made it through my screening," Lillian said. "I met dozens of beautiful, talented women at that conference, and you're the only one who passed the tests. What makes you so special, Juliet?"

Juliet swallowed hard, her heart skipping as she heard Lillian say her name.

"I didn't realize I was being tested," Juliet said. It was the truth. She didn't realize there was a wrong answer to the question, "What restraints do you prefer?" Apparently rope was the right answer.

"Of course you didn't. That's by design," Lillian laughed. She opened a drawer on her desk and pulled out a large leather wrap. Juliet felt fear bubble in her core as Lillian unfurled the wrap across her desk, revealing an impressive collection of sex toys and torture implements, some completely unknown to Juliet. Lillian thumbed through the tools, each held in place by a leather loop, before settling on a pair of safety shears. She took a few steps towards Juliet, maintaining eye contact. Juliet breathed slowly, taking in her scent. It was similar to the perfume on the business card, but mixed with oak from the fireplace and high-quality latex.

"You didn't answer my question," Lillian said, a hint of disapproval laced in her warm tone. She dragged the shears up Juliet's sweater until the cold, hard steel pressed into the base of her throat. Juliet held perfectly still and watched Lillian make a small slit in the top of her sweater. Lillian grabbed each side of her sweater and pulled hard, ripping it straight down the middle in an angry tear. Juliet gasped, her breasts rising and falling with her steady breath. Lillian smiled and quickly cut the sweater off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor as if it were a piece of trash.

"Why are you worthy of me?" Lillian's voice dripped like honey. She slid the shears down her stomach and opened the blades around the waistband of her skirt.

"I'm not... you're so... um..." Juliet murmured. Her voice trembled with anxiety and turned into another gasp as Lillian cut her skirt straight down the front. Her body was almost completely exposed, save for her bra, underwear, and stockings.

"You disagree with my judgement? You think I have poor taste, choosing an unworthy woman?" Lillian spoke with a dangerous tilt, dragging the shears to the underwire of Juliet's bra.

"No, of course not. I've been dreaming about this since the day I met you. I just..." Juliet trailed off, barely holding her composure. Lillian snipped the underwire. Her breasts fell out of her bra, which were lewdly pushed forward by the behind-the-back bondage.

"You just what?" Lillian asked, quickly snipping the straps to completely remove the bra from her body.

"I just felt obsessed with you. It's embarrassing, I'm sorry," Juliet admitted. She felt more embarrassed by the admission of emotion than her nudity.

"That's sweet," Lillian said with an evil smile. She grabbed the waistband of Juliet's underwear. She twisted hard, bisecting her pussy with the lacy material.

"FUCK," Juliet yelled, which earned a sharp smack against her exposed ass. Stinging pain spread like spilled water across her naked cheek. She breathed heavily to steady herself and looked back at Lillian.

"You'll learn to control yourself," Lillian said. She tugged on her underwear, which was cruelly digging into her clit, to emphasize her point. Juliet nodded as much as the tight rope binding her hair would let her, afraid to earn further punishment. Lillian gave her a warm nod and made three quick cuts on her underwear before peeling it off her arousal-slick pussy. Juliet felt grateful that her pain was eased, but she felt helplessly exposed with all of her nicest clothing in tatters on the floor.

"I always love going to those silly little sales conferences. There's so many eager, fresh-faced women like yourself with the burning desire to prove something," Lillian said. She circled back around to her desk, pulling a ball gag out of the leather wrap and grabbing the German flogger Sadie left for her.

"As it turns out, you sales reps have a mean submissive streak. Something about constantly proving yourselves to authority really makes you want to taste the whip," Lillian taunted. She laid the flogger across her shoulders and held the gag up to Juliet's lips. Nervously, Juliet opened her mouth and felt the silicone ball fill it. She closed her teeth around the large ball as Lillian buckled the strap behind her head.

"That should help with your outbursts," Lillian smiled. She walked behind Juliet, heels clicking on the floor, and flexed the flogger in her hands. Without warning, she snapped the leather against Juliet's ass. Juliet gasped through her gag, but remained steady. The thud of the heavy leather and the sting of its many tails left a complex mark of pain on her delicate flesh.

"The problem is, most of your colleagues are so shallow in their submission. They want a pretty lady to cuff their wrists and tell them how naughty they've been," Lillian continued her monologue from behind Juliet. She brought the flogger down twice more, alternating her strikes across her ass and thighs.

"I'm not in the business of ego stroking. I'm here for results. Hard earned results," she struck three times, each harder than the last. Juliet bit down hard on the gag, grateful to have something to stop her from screaming and embarrassing herself. She wanted to be strong, to prove to herself that her fantasies were not ridiculous.

"Which brings me to you, Juliet... Elenor... Green," Lillian whipped her on each word of her full name like an evil stepmother. "26 years old, daughter of two immigrants, Columbia graduate, account manager... making more money than you know what to do with. You're quite the accomplished young woman, aren't you?" Lillian listed off her personal information. Each statistic was somehow more painful than the flogger. She felt like Lillian was slowly dissecting her, stripping her to barren vulnerability.

"But something's not quite right, is it?" Juliet felt Lillian's hands roughly grab her hips, each taking a large handful of her ass. "You don't connect with your coworkers." A hard slap across her cheek. "You work unpaid overtime for your manager." Another slap. "You constantly overperform, but never broadcast your accomplishments." A final slap before Lillian walked back to her desk and retrieved a thick stack of paper.

"You turned over every single corner of your soul to a complete stranger," Lillian waved the stack of forms at her. She started tossing them on the ground at her feet, one at a time. Juliet eyed a form labeled "Comprehensive Kink Survey." She thought back to day she filled it out, sitting in the office late after work and excitedly circling her darkest desires. Now those desires were threatening to become real.

"Physical forms, dental records, STD screens, personality tests... you returned every form back to me without batting an eye," Lillian spoke with true astonishment. "You need this, don't you?" Lillian put a hand to Juliet's cheek and looked deep into her eyes. Juliet felt her heart swell at the tender touch. She nodded once.

"Good. I have a few more tests for you, but first..." Lillian said. She reached her other hand between Juliet's thighs and dragged two fingers up her vulva.

"Mmm," Juliet moaned. Her face softened as Lillian stroked her lightly. Lillian smiled a warm, knowing grin, which further flared Juliet's arousal. But as quickly as the pleasure was given, it was taken away. Lillian held two fingers up to her face, her juices shining on the black latex. Juliet braced herself for the inevitable humiliation, but her eyes widened in surprise as Lillian extended her tongue and licked her digits from base to tip. Her eyebrows raised in approval, sending a fresh wave of embarrassment straight to Juliet's cheeks.

"That's not bad. Sweeter than most. But with a deep, humiliated body," Lillian commented as if tasting wine. Juliet cringed at the analysis. It was so objectifying to have her arousal tasted like a delicacy.

Lillian let the embarrassment sink in and circled to Juliet's back. She held Juliet upright with a firm grip as she untied her ankles, knees, and elbows, leaving only the ropes binding her wrists behind her back.

"Follow," Lillian said. She walked over to a large chair by the fire and sat with her legs crossed. Juliet stood unmoving for a moment, letting the blood flow return to her unbound limbs. She had to take small steps to avoid the pile of paper and ropes at her feet.

"Kneel," Lillian said. Juliet kept eye contact with her as she sank to her knees at the foot of her chair. The fire flickered bright and warmed her already sweat-slick skin. A thin line of saliva dripped from the corner of her gagged lips onto the top of Lillian's foot. Without being ordered, Juliet bent over and poked her tongue out from the bottom of the gag, licking her mistake clean. Lillian reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at her.

"Control yourself, slut. Your eagerness is easily confused for desperation," Lillian said. Juliet looked down and sat back on her heels. She felt shame return deep in her belly. An urge to profusely apologize gathered in her throat, but the gag in her mouth stopped her from further embarrassing herself.

"You were a very bright student, isn't that right?" Lillian asked. "Fetch me your honors thesis."

Juliet nodded and shuffled back over to the pile of papers and forms. With her hands still bound firmly behind her back, she had to use her knees and nose to sift through the pile. Sweat and spit dripped onto the papers, darkening the pristine white. It was hard, humiliating work, but she eventually found her thesis and turned around to grab it with her toes before shuffling back over. Lillian was still waiting in the chair, but was now flexing a thin leather riding crop between her hands. Its small paddle was thick with its edges curled from frequent use. The crop looked like an extension of Lillian's arm, and Juliet knew she was about to feel its reach.

"Thank you," Lillian said, taking the paper from Juliet. She wiped off a streak of spit and held the front page up in front of Juliet with the crop in her other hand.

"Our first test will be an oral exam. Read it for me," Lillian said. Juliet looked up at her with her eyes wide. She couldn't be serious, could she? Multidimensional economic modeling was not exactly a sexy topic. Lillian flicked the crop against Juliet's hip, giving her a slight taste of its sting.

"I canph sphea-k," Juliet protested through the gag. With her tongue trapped underneath the ball, there was no way she could form hard consonants, let alone entire economic theories. Again, Lillian flicked the crop at her. Juliet glanced down and saw a small pink rectangle form on her thigh.

"You sound perfectly coherent to me," Lillian said. Juliet glanced at the riding crop, then turned her attention to the page. It was worth a try.

"Phe sengph auph mulhi-eye-enshounal..." Juliet started reading. She paused to adjust her jaw and earned a hard smack on her exposed inner thigh. Juliet bit down on the gag to steel herself and continued.

"... ephonomphs..." Juliet struggled and paused again. Lillian snapped the crop down twice this time, striking her exposed breasts just above her nipples.

"... iphs phat..." Three hard swats, each below the crease of her thigh. Juliet breathed heavily, trying desperately to keep her composure. It was so frustrating to be unable to communicate the words that she wrote. She knew how they were supposed to sound, but she couldn't form them no matter how hard she tried, and the pain just made her blood boil hotter

"PHYSTEMS OF OVERMENPH... FUCK," Juliet swore in frustration, anticipating another punishment from Lillian. She flinched and flexed her muscles, waiting for a strike that never came. Lillian reached forward and pulled the gag out of her mouth, which fell to the floor with a wet thud.

"Why'd you stop? I was enjoying your thesis," Lillian asked. Juliet licked her dry lips and looked up at Lillian.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I was frustrated and... AH" Juliet was cut off by a firm tap straight against her clit. She closed her legs reflexively, but the crop was gone as soon as it struck.

"I didn't ask for an apology," Lillian said. "Oral exam... failure," she made a small note in a journal on the armrest of the chair.

"I'm sorry, Miss..." Juliet cut herself off and looked up at Lillian with a terrified look on her face. How was she supposed to apologize for apologizing? Lillian laughed and stood up from the chair, leaving the crop and thesis behind. She circled around Juliet, running her fingers along her collarbone and down her back, quite literally sending a shiver down her spine. A few quick pulls untied her wrists and Juliet was lifted to a standing position.

"Our second test will be an endurance challenge," Lillian said. She positioned Juliet with her back to the fire and pulled two heavy books out from a bookcase.

"Raise your arms to the side," Lillian ordered. Juliet did as she was commanded and Lillian dropped a book in each of her outstretched hands. Already, the weight was significant. She felt her shoulders sag, but she straightened her arms and held a confident look on her face. Failure was not an option this time. She had to do better.

Lillian grabbed a small dish of wide metal clamps from her desk and returned to Juliet. They looked innocuous as a kind of binder clip, but Juliet didn't think they saw much use on paper.

"You're going to hold those books for 30 minutes," Lillian said. Juliet opened her mouth in shock. She wasn't sure she could do another 30 seconds, let alone 30 minutes.

"But I'm not cruel, so I'll give you a chance to earn some time off the clock," Lillian said. She pinched the jaws of a clamp open and closed it around Juliet's left nipple. It took everything in her power to not drop the books or scream out in pain. Intense waves of numb agony coursed from her nipple across her chest.

"There. Now you're down to 29 minutes. Just say the word, and I'll take another minute off the clock," Lillian said with a wicked look on her face. The predicament sank in and Juliet darted her eyes between the tray of clamps and Lillian's sinister smile.

"Another, please Mistress," Juliet said. Lillian pinched her right nipple with strong fingers and closed a second clamp around her sensitive bud. Juliet exhaled slowly to control the pain. It was intense, but a second failure would be so much worse. Sweat was already forming on her brow from the exertion in her arms.

"Another," Juliet said, softer this time. A clamp closed on her upper breast, painfully forcing the delicate skin together.

"Another." Lillian clamped her other breast and held two more ready for Juliet's command.

"Both, please," Juliet whispered. Lillian pinched the thin skin between her ribs and attached a clamp on either side. Adrenaline flooded her system to fight the pain, but Juliet's arms were trembling. Sweat formed underneath her arms and dripped down her ribs, sliding against the clamped skin.

"More, Mistress. As many as you want," Juliet begged. She couldn't hold the books for much longer. Lillian quickly lined her ribs and hips with clamps and approached Juliet's thighs. Juliet looked down to see Lillian opening a clamp over her labia. Fear enveloped her. Surely there were other places Lillian could find before her pussy. Her mistress looked up at her with a daring look as if to say, "I'd drop those books if I were you." Juliet shook her head and breathed strong breaths through her nose to brace herself.

Searing, targeted pain like she never felt before took hold of her most sensitive flesh. Juliet lost her focus for a brief moment and the books slipped out of her hands, slamming against the floor with definitive defeat.

"No," Juliet groaned. Her arms fell to her sides, weak and exhausted. She watched Lillian make another note in her journal and felt the failure creep into her soul.

"So close," Lillian said. "But a failure, nonetheless."

Juliet looked at the ground between her feet and felt her competitive nature battle with her failings. These tests were hardly fair. How was she expected to speak clearly through a ball gag or hold massive books up for 30 minutes? Then again, maybe some of Lillian's other submissives were able to pass. Maybe Juliet wasn't ready for this and happened to slip through the gaps in the screening. That would make the most sense, Juliet reasoned. She just needed to prepare better, to study harder.

"Before your third test, I'll give you a choice," Lillian said. She began plucking clamps off Juliet's skin, which flashed in hot pain as blood flow returned to her sensitive areas.

"You can choose to automatically fail the test and spend the rest of the night tasting my whip, begging for orgasms, and worshipping my pussy," Lillian ran her fingers over her latex-covered curves. "Or you can accept the test and try to make up for your failures."

Juliet looked up at Lillian, still breathing slowly from the concentrated pain.

"How many submissives passed your third test?" Juliet asked.

"Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't... I..." Juliet stammered. Lillian stepped forward, towering over Juliet. She felt heat from the fire at her back and heat from Lillian at her front.

"Speak," Lillian ordered.

"I'm sorry, Mistress..." Juliet said. Lillian lifted her hand and slapped Juliet hard across the face. It was a quick, stinging blow that left Juliet more shocked than in pain. Lillian crossed her arms underneath her chest and waited for Juliet to speak.

"You asked me earlier if I was worthy of you and I said I wasn't because of your presence. Now I know I'm not, all of this just proved it," Juliet felt words spill out of her lips and tears form in her eyes. "I thought I could handle this, but I just can't. I'm not strong enough or smart enough..."

"Enough," Lillian interrupted her. Juliet felt an apology form on her lips but she swallowed it.

"Kneel," Lillian snapped and pointed to the rug beside the fire. Limbs shaking, Juliet followed her command. She felt Lillian's hands correct her posture, which was slumped with disappointment. Her touch was so warm she couldn't believe that it had just delivered such a cold slap. She retrieved a few items from her desk and sat behind Juliet. A few silent tears dropped from Juliet's eyes to the rug, flickering with firelight as they fell. Lillian returned and used her thumbs to wipe the streaked mascara from under her eyes. She lay a thick cloth blindfold across her eyes and tied it tight underneath her hair. Juliet's world went dark and she felt her other senses intensify. She felt her tears soak into the bottom of the blindfold, the heat from the fire flicker on her chest, and Lillian's smooth, slippery touch on her back.

Lillian produced a long piece of doubled-up rope and began weaving it across Juliet's chest, shoulders, and breasts. She was silent as she worked. Only the sounds of the fire, the rope whipping as it pulled, and their shared breath filled the space. Juliet couldn't see it, but she could feel the snug rope form a beautiful pattern on her chest. Every inch of rope felt like a hug from a lover, from the criss-crossed design on her chest to the tight cinch that secured her wrists just below the bottoms of her shoulder blades. Lillian put two fingers into her palm and Juliet squeezed them, silently communicating that the bind wasn't too tight.

She felt Lillian's presence shift from her back to front. A hand circled around her throat and pulled her against her chest. Juliet breathed in the intoxicating scent of her sweat, latex, and perfume and felt arousal return to her bloodstream. She thought back to the sales conference, where she was left stunned in the middle of a hallway after Lillian offered her services. That night, she must've masturbated half a dozen times to ridiculous fantasies involving a woman she would likely never see again. But however unlikely, she was here now, and the realization that she had spent the last hour trying to prove something instead of enjoying herself rang clear in her mind.

"Oh," Juliet smiled against Lillian's touch. She felt a warm kiss on her cheek, the same place Lillian had cruelly slapped. The deeply-rooted humiliation in her core was overwhelmed with the pure euphoria she felt in Lillian's presence. How could she let such silly perfectionism stop her from appreciating perfection itself?

"Thank you, Mistress," Juliet said. She didn't specify what for, but the implication was clear.

"You're very welcome," Lillian said. "Now, I would normally wind down a session after achieving results. But I must admit, I've been holding myself back from acting on my more... lustful urges," Lillian said. Her voice had an uncharacteristic tremor, as if her need was threatening to break free at any moment.

"Lustful urges?" Juliet whispered. She had mostly been thinking about her own feelings, but Lillian's admission of arousal fully grounded her to the present.

"I can help with those," Juliet said. "You've immobilized my fingers, but I have a very eager tongue, as you know very well."

Lillian roughly pulled Juliet's lips against hers, not kissing her, just brushing against her.

"I told you that your eagerness made you look desperate. Look at you, you're practically drooling, slut," Lillian said into her lips. Juliet felt her heart thump hard in her chest, igniting heat from her head to her sex. She could feel Lillian's hand tremble slightly as it gripped her throat. This wasn't an act, Lillian needed this as badly as she did.

"We're both desperate," Juliet whispered back. A silence settled between dominant and submissive. Juliet could feel Lillian's need boil with barely-controlled rage. All she needed was a little push...

"... Slut," Juliet said. The word was crisp on her tongue, the hard consonant rattling Lillian's teeth. Juliet gasped as Lillian wrapped her other hand around the knots between her breasts and lifted hard into the air, just off her feet. The sudden aggressive strength made her stomach drop and her pussy throb violently. She felt a complementary surge of pride by getting the icy dominant to snap, and she was ready to deal with the consequences.

"Slut? Oh, I'll show you a slut," Lillian dragged Juliet over to her desk and pushed the torture tools, paperwork, and office supplies off with a powerful sweep. She pushed her against the edge of the massive desk and bent her over at the waist, pressing her bound breasts into the cold wood. Lillian roughly grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand and sank two fingers into her exposed pussy with her other.

"Oh, fuck..." Juliet moaned. Lillian's digits were rough, almost forceful inside of her. Gone were the slow tracing caresses down her spine and across her collarbone. Her touch was hard and disciplinary with a hungry edge.

"I should gag that dirty mouth," Lillian threatened. She pulled her fingers out and shoved them between Juliet's parted lips. Dutifully, Juliet sucked and licked them clean, gagging slightly as Lillian pushed them deep past her tongue.

"I wouldn't do that," Juliet said. Her breath was heavy and her cheeks were flushed from having her throat penetrated.

"Is that right? Any reason in particular?"

"I can give you as many reasons as you want, Mistress," Juliet said with a provocative tilt. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't mind if she burned a bit around the edges. Lillian laughed and released Juliet's head back to the desk. For a moment, she thought that she pushed Lillian a bit too far, but then she heard the long unzip and wobble of the catsuit peeling off her body. Juliet disobediently pushed her face against the desk to slide the blindfold up a little so she could watch. The latex snapped and slid as Lillian stripped, revealing a sculpted, beautiful body that shined with sweat and arousal.

She disappeared behind Juliet, a few moments passed, and then her pussy was suddenly in front of her, inches away from her lips. Juliet couldn't see, but she could smell the concentrated arousal that had been intensifying with each swing of her flogger and knot of her rope. Lillian ripped the blindfold off her head and forced her chin up to make eye contact with her. In her other hand, she held a singular metal clamp and her riding crop.

"When you're gasping for air and begging for relief, just remember that you asked for this," Lillian said with an evil smile. She opened the clamp around Juliet's nose and let it snap shut, cutting off her ability to breathe through it. Juliet took a long inhale, but her oxygen was cut off as Lillian grabbed her hair and pulled her lips hard against her pussy. Long, strong legs wrapped around her back and pulled her in to lock her head in place. The only air Juliet could breathe was tinted with the musky essence and sweat of her dominant. She was in heaven.

Juliet pushed her tongue against her vulva and swirled it up to her clit, earning a surprised gasp from Lillian. She repeated her stroke, slower this time and only reaching the edges of her clit, which elicited a deeper, warmer moan. Lillian was sensitive, far more than Juliet had anticipated. Navigating her pleasure and maintaining her oxygen would prove to be challenging, but the difficulty only invigorated her further.

She tilted her head up to take a deep breath and earned a flurry of rapid strikes from the riding crop against her ass. Lillian snapped the leather relentlessly against her sensitive flesh, harder and faster until she buried her tongue once more in her folds. The predicament was immediately clear to Juliet: suffocate against her pussy or breathe and face the crop. Pain settled into her skin as her tongue and lips found a rhythm again. She wanted to lick fast and hard to accelerate Lillian to her orgasm, but she knew better than to rush her work. Long, languid circles and broad, thick strokes composed a melody of moans from Lillian's lips. She was making progress, but there was no way that Lillian was going to orgasm before she needed to breathe again. Juliet mentally prepared herself for her inevitable whipping and raised her lips to refill her lungs. Snapping pain rattled against her thighs, ass, and back as Juliet drank from the air.

Juliet could feel pink welts forming on her delicate skin from the crop, but every moment spent wincing was a moment she could be spending on Lillian's pleasure. Again, she returned to her rhythm and got lost in her pleasuring. She drank freely of the arousal that leaked from her entrance and used every part of her tongue and lips to urge Lillian towards a climax. Multiple rounds of breathing, whipping, and pain-motivating pussy licking continued until both women were sweating and exhausted, but still relentlessly determined.

Juliet lifted her head to breathe and made eye contact with Lillian. Cruel, sharp smacks rained down on her skin, already numb with hot pain. Juliet smiled up at her, her lips shining with arousal and determination.

"Had enough?" Lillian asked. She was almost breathing as hard as Juliet was.

"Never. Is your arm tired yet?" Juliet asked, danger shimmering in her eye. Lillian raised her eyebrows and smacked Juliet twice, but she was back between her thighs before Lillian could punish her further. Licking and sucking with increased passion, Juliet could start to feel Lillian's legs tremble around her back and neck. She was close. Careful not to throw off her tempo, Juliet slightly increased the pressure of her tongue and sucked her clit in soft, pulsing kisses. Her legs tightened around her neck, pulling her hard against her pussy. Juliet stretched her neck and realized she couldn't lift herself free anymore. Either she was going to make Lillian cum or she was going to pass out trying. Lillian pushed herself hard against Juliet's face and grinded her hips, completely smothering her with her pussy. She was messy and aggressive, filled with pure animalistic lust. Juliet struggled to breathe, gasping and mumbling against her clit. Her panic echoed vibrations across her clit, causing a powerful swell of pleasure and a thunderous, leg-shaking orgasm that shook the desk and bones in Juliet's body. She used the last few breaths she had to prolong the orgasm as long as possible until graciously, Lillian unlocked her legs from her back and allowed Juliet to regain her breath.

Juliet breathed deep gulps of air while Lillian trembled in the aftershock of her climax. After a minute, she regained her composure and reached down to take the clamp off Juliet's nose, allowing her to breathe easier. She got off the desk and flipped Juliet so her back and bound hands were against the desk and butt was right on the edge. Juliet flexed her fingers in her bondage and could feel them positioned above the arousal-soaked wood that Lillian had drenched. The backs of her thighs and her entire ass were covered in pink squares from the crop, which reignited painfully as they pressed against the desk. Steeling herself, Juliet turned her head and saw Lillian sitting in her massive leather office chair, legs crossed and face flush with exertion. Even in her post-orgasmic state, she still carried herself with certain professionalism.

"I think I went a bit too far with your attitude adjustment. Now you're stubbornly defiant instead of stubbornly submissive," Lillian said. Juliet ran her tongue across her lips as if to say, "I could do this all night." She watched Lillian open a drawer and pull out a large wand vibrator. Lillian hit a button and it whirred to life.

"All that said, you were a very good girl. And I don't let good girls go unpunished," Lillian smiled. She reached between Lillian's legs and pressed the vibrator straight to her clit. Juliet's eyes shot wide open and her thighs clamped shut around the head of the wand.

"Punished?" Juliet gasped. All she could feel was overwhelming pleasure radiating into her core. Lillian didn't say anything and just smiled as she pressed the vibrator harder against her vulva and clit. It was embarrassing how fast an orgasm was approaching, but Juliet expected to be denied it anyways. Still, it couldn't hurt to beg for release.

"May I cum, Mistress?" Juliet whispered through parted lips.

Lillian laughed softly. "Of course you may."

"Really? Oh, thank you, Mistress... thank you," Juliet moaned. She pressed her head back against the desk and let the orgasm envelop her. All the humiliation, pain, and teasing boiled into one concentrated point of pure ecstasy. It happened so fast, but her climax seemed to last forever, each new wave building on top of the last until she felt like she was about to crash into a second orgasm.

"May I..."

"Yes," Lillian said. Juliet shuddered into herself and felt a second, more intense orgasm rip through her body. It was a spike of pure, unfiltered pleasure, sharper than her first. She released her thighs around the vibrator to allow Lillian to take it away. Her clit was starting to feel sensitive from the intense vibrations. But Lillian didn't take it away. She pressed a button and the intensity increased, sending a fresh onslaught of deep rumbles across her pussy.

"Oh, you're not stopping," Juliet gasped. "Mistress... please,"

"You'd like another? Of course," Lillian smiled. She rubbed the vibrator up and down, spreading Juliet's cum across her pussy. She could hear how wet she was as the vibrator splashed against her arousal. Another orgasm was definitely possible, Juliet usually had two or three every time she masturbated, but she had never felt them in such rapid succession. Already, she could feel the pressure building to a third as the powerful vibrator pounded its strength against her sensitive clit.

"May I cum again, Mistress?"

"Of course you may," Lillian said. Juliet's world went black for a moment. Moments of nothingness ticked by until an explosion of heightened, over-stimulated senses shocked her back to the present. Her whole body shook on the desk and Lillian had to hold her legs open with her other hand to keep her from bucking the vibrator off her clit.

"Again," Lillian said. Juliet didn't think, she just followed the command. A fourth orgasm crashed and settled like a wave on a beach. Her lips were sticky and her limbs were numb, but Lillian and her vibrator were relentless.

"Again," Lillian said. As if triggered by the word itself, a fifth climax rocked her.

"Again. Again. Again..."

Juliet saw stars in an inky black void. She could see, feel, touch, smell, even taste herself repeatedly orgasming from a distance far away. It was peaceful, so peaceful that she began to fade into its warmth. Slowly, her senses began to slip away until all that was left was the dull whir of the vibrator and a puddle of a person.

***

"Do I get to keep this?" Juliet asked. She pulled at the sleeve of the fluffy robe Lillian gave her.

"Sure," Lillian laughed. They were lounging by the fire fresh out of a much-needed shower. Juliet had her head on Lillian's chest and her arms wrapped around her back. For such an intimidating woman, she was a surprisingly good cuddler.

"How do you feel?" Lillian asked. Juliet couldn't help but laugh at the question. Between the whipped thighs and ass, orgasm-induced blackout, and complete dismantling of her anxious perfectionism, there was a lot going on.

"Good," Juliet said in a gross oversimplification.

"When my coworkers ask me what I got up to this weekend, do I tell them that I almost died by pussy asphyxiation?" Juliet asked.

Lillian laughed and ran her hand through Juliet's hair. "Who you share this experience with is up to you. Then again, I'm always appreciative of a positive referral."

"I could think of a few bosses that could benefit from a good spanking."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," Lillian said. She glanced up at the clock above the fireplace and gave Juliet a pat on the side to draw her attention to it.

"As lovely as you've been, I have a bit of cleanup to do before closing down for the night," Lillian pointed at the mess of sex toys, whips, and office supplies that she had pushed off her desk. Juliet laughed and looked up at her.

"This is it, then?" Juliet asked.

"My professional services are best experienced once, but if you need further development, I can refer you to some of our other specialists," Lillian said.

Juliet nodded, disappointed but understanding. She stood with Lillian and outstretched her hand formally.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Juliet said. Lillian laughed and shook it.

"Always a professional, I see," Lillian said. "The pleasure was all mine." She led Juliet out of the office and pointed her towards the changing room, where she could find a replacement for her destroyed clothing. Juliet gave her a final smile and turned to walk down the hallway. It was a bit silly to be walking through a professional-looking space in nothing but a fluffy robe, but this was probably the most normal part of her night.

When she opened the door to the changing room, her lips parted in shock. Exact, brand-new replacements of the clothing she wore to the session hung on a rack, everything from her expensive lingerie to her heels. Astonished, she started getting dressed and noticed a small slip of cardstock tucked into her bra. It was a copy of Lillian's business card, which made Juliet laugh to herself. She went to tuck it in her purse when she noticed a phone number and a message scrawled on the back.

"I have personal services too, you know..."

I hope you enjoyed my return to writing kinkier stories! As always, your comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.