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Diary Of A Dominatrix	By : CindyShrapnel Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 12486 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Faith ran manically through the streets of Sunnydale, bumping into hungover businessmen and post-partum afflicted mothers, but she had a fierce target in her sights. She raced across the asphalt chasing the fiend whose claws scratched wildly against the sidewalks as it ran at full pelt ignoring the sweating and swearing woman who chased it. Her battered old Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt flapping around her slick body, torn and stained but it was her oversized night shirt of her ex and she felt snug and safe when she wore it reminding her of better days when she would spend each dawn watching her lover quietly doze. It was all she had to remember of the first girl she ever fell in love with back in Boston. Needless to say it all ended in heartache and slashed tires but impetuous youth fuelled by a broken heart is a vindictive beast indeed.
“Dammit, will you stop Slayer!”, yelled Faith as her dog has slipped its leash on her early morning jog and took flight across the town until they both felt the soft crush of dew laden grass beneath their feet.
Her breath lunged from within her as she ran, but seeing her dog come to a sudden halt gave Faith the opportunity to catch him but as she closed in on the panting hound she could see him sitting in front of a pretty blonde hippie girl in a flowery maxi skirt and loose top, the sun shone on her young face catching Faith off guard with its grace and innocence. Slayer sat there licking ice cream from the blonde girl’s hand who giggled seeing the wagging tail of the Alsatian and the breathless sweaty brunette who came to a halt and stared at him with dripping brow and vexed eyes.
“Ice cream? Really? You ran six blocks and across a fuckin’ freeway just for ice cream!?”, Faith snapped at her beloved pooch who stopped licking for a moment and stared up at her with the gorgeous brown eyes she so adored in him.
“No, don’t look at me like that”, the Bostonian said as she felt her mettle crumble in his canine gaze whilst her hands ran through her dampened tresses, “No I don’t care if you…oh you damn mutt…you know I can’t resist you when you look like that”
Faith leaned down and ruffled her dog’s ears and kissed him on the head, though she somehow felt it a little strange that she should treat her dog like a human and treat her toys, like Buffy and Wesley, as pets.
Slayer went back to licking the vanilla ice cream from the hippie girl’s hand who couldn’t help but smile at the sweet affection between the obviously inseparable pair. Faith shook her head lightly as she looked up at the shy girl who blushed a little under the gleeful gaze of the breathless brunette.
“You ok?”, asked Faith as she sat down next to the girl on the bench.
“I-I’m f-fine”
“Sorry about Slayer but he can be so fixated at times, lemme buy you another ice cream”, said Faith as she realised she had no wallet with her, just a lighter and her keys, her freshly bought pack of smokes had spilled out of her pockets during her unexpected run.
“No it’s ok, I d-didn’t really want it anyway”, stammered back the obviously shy blonde girl eyeing up the way the dog’s collar shone and how happy he was on this strong brunette’s leash, it sparked a small ache of jealousy within the pretty girl who let her hair slip across her face as if hiding behind her silken locks.
“I’m Faith………. and the ice cream whore is Slayer”, said Faith as her dog licked the last of the ice cream from his nose with his long wet tongue.
“I-I’m Tara, you r-really l-love him don’t you?”, said the sweet natured girl as she watched the brunette tickle him behind his ear.
“Hell yeah, he’s my baby”, grinned Faith as she took in the jasmine scent of this pretty girl and cursed herself for looking and probably smelling like crap.
“H-he’s c-c-cute”
“Yeah he is, well c’mon dumbass let’s get you home. Nice meeting you Tara”, said Faith as she clipped the shining chain leash onto his collar and gave him a gentle tug but the dog, after a step or two, seemed reluctant to move further.
“What?”, she asked as Slayer looked towards Tara and nudged Faith’s thighs until she stepped back closer to the blonde girl, “Her? Really?”
Faith looked at Tara feeling a little nervous for reasons she couldn’t quite understand but as her dog nudged her again she swatted him playfully on the nose for Slayer had some kind of uncanny feeling for people, though he baulked in the presence of the Mayor, he seemed to find something alluring about Tara and her wicker shoes.
“Ok,ok. Erm, Tara…do you think you might…y’know..wanna go for a coffee sometime…or something”, Faith asked with wide warm eyes for she trusted the judgment of her hound.
Tara’s own eyes brightened as the words rattled around her ears, she leant forward and wanted desperately to say yes but something stirred deep within her and realised she couldn’t follow her heart as her true nature she kept hidden away from all would destroy any chance of a real relationship.
“I-I’m sorry....but no”, Tara said sadly and looked away.
“Oh, ok…nevermind I just thought…..well seeya around”, Faith said a little disappointed as she turned and pulled Slayer along behind her.
Tara watched the brunette walk away and felt guilty but also relieved for, as much as she felt enchanted by Faith’s sparkling deep brown eyes, just one sentiment rolled around in her mind as she gathered her things and left for work.

“How can I possibly tell her what I do?”

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"And that's t-the last you s-saw of her?", asked Detective Robin Woods as he scribbled down his notes in a distracted scrawl as he sat awkwardly in the Party Room of the dungeon. His manly scent, a gift from his secret Santa, was being drowned out by the musky odours of sweat and leather which clung to every surface.
"Yes, there's really not much else I can tell you", said Kendra matter-of-factly as she saw his flustered soul being bared, his eyes could not wrench free of the naked redhead to their left who rocked back and forth on the wooden rocking horse. Though usually a children’s toy this one was built specifically for use in their realm, painted gaily and the gleaming stirrups on each side clinked with delight as the young girl’s ankles had been bound and padlocked to them.
But from his vantage point he could not see the seven inch dildo moulded to the hard saddle of the horse that had deeply penetrated Willow's ass, each rock of the gyro powered vibrator powered the faux phallus which buzzed stronger and stronger within her dark hole. A long line of drool hung from her mouth and slipped down across her breasts which gave little relief to the squeezing bite of the thick steel clamps on each rigid nipple which sung silently in pained melody. The slack of the chain connecting each teat to the other had been placed into Willow's mouth, and as each rock fired a soul menacing vibration through her anus her head whipped back thus tugging with precise sharpness on the already sore nipples.
Kendra chuckled seeing the maddening sensations riding through the slave girl's body, but it was her own fault as Willow had failed to clean all the paddles with her tongue as ordered by her owner. Two of them still held the tell-tale speckles of dried sweat that the previous day's clients had felt tease and torture them for hours.
"So.....all these clients of yours, they all pay g-good money for this?", asked Woods meekly as he was so far out of his element that his intimidation took on an almost corporeal form. He was used to the world of choir practice and helping out his elderly neighbors like an overgrown boy scout, that even the suggestion that such a rich underbelly of kink even existed in this sleepy little burg was shocking in ways he never contemplated.
"Yes, very good money", smirked back Kendra as her brushed a stray strand of hair from her thigh high pvc boots which glistened in the harsh fluorescent light.
"But why? I just don't understand"
"Well Detective, we all have issues and some need to find an outlet for their frustrations or guilt or whatever. And no, you don't want to know where I fit into this little equation. But let us just say that once someone like me gets a sniff of power, it's almost intoxicating and it’s a high that makes us crave more, that’s what makes Faith and me so fucking good at our jobs"
"I....anyway, getting back to business"
"Listen to me Detective, I told you Amy left here as usual, you're not trying to imply I had anything to do with her death are you? I mean, why the fuck would I ever want to hurt her? If I wanted to hurt her I just would've left her tied to the metal shocker bed", snipped Kendra as she was tiring of his endlessly repetitive questions.
"The what?", Woods asked as he dropped his well chewed pen to the floor.
"Believe me, you don't wanna know. Bitch, you can back me up here", said Kendra to her rocking redheaded pet as the strong nubian woman flexed her wide ended riding crop between her latex clad fingers which creaked under the pressure of a punishment yet to be inflicted.
"Yeth Mithtreth Kendwa, Mith Amy left and went home ath I came in. The theemed motht happy", Willow lisped around the chain clamped between her teeth that continued to titillate her aching nipples.
"Well...ok then, I er….I think that will be all for now. We'll be in touch. Can you tell....er", Woods said as he checked his notes trying to hide the raging erection he was now sporting,".....Faith that I..."
"That's MISTRESS Faith", snapped Kendra as she didn't like the lack of respect in his tone, and seeing his trouser bulge, she knew that she would be seeing him again soon. Very soon. And on that day he would learn a well-earned lesson in respect and humility.
"I...er...ok, well I’ll call you", he said as rushed from the main folly of the dungeon wincing at the lash of the morning light which greeted him.
"Oh, I bet you will", chuckled Kendra as she watched the tall man flee from her realm, a realm where she was an adored princess. A realm that no-one would ever overthrow, though inside she still baulked at the idea that these murders could all be linked to her and Faith. She resolved herself to make a decisive plan.... once Faith arrived that is.
She checked her diamond encrusted watch yet again and sighed as she knew her first client was imminent and she needed to talk to her partner in crime, so to speak, about Amy.
Kendra stood and stretched her back, it had never been the same since her skiing accident three years earlier but it was a pain she had learned to live with. She lit a cigarette and let the wisps of grey flow from her glossy, succulent lips as she steadied herself on the towering five inch heels. Despite her cool exterior she was shocked to the core hearing of Amy's death, she had been one of her regulars for over a year now and she thanked her lucky stars that she kept a well-defined line between work and play.
Wrapping her lips around the smoke she felt the rush of nicotine ripple through her system before catching the sight of Willow in the reflection of the black framed mirror on the far wall, the redhead was squirming so much and tears of frustration were trickling down the slave girl's pale skin.
"Bitch, have you learned your lesson?", she said swatting Willow's creamy thighs with the keeper of the riding crop.
"Mmpph, yeth Mithtreth Kendwa. I'm vewy sowwy Mithtreth Kendwa", whined the redhead as her sphincter was burning with each rock and increasing vibration which widened her hole with each thrust.
"Good, then get your sorry ass to the Nursery and get it ready. No don't put any clothes on, you don’t deserve them"
"Yes Mistress", gasped Willow as her owner removed the nipple clamps and slipped the chain from the narrow drooling lips.
"Wait a minute, you ain’t gonna get away with it that easily y’know. I think you need to show how sorry you are so bend over, you're gonna spend all day with this plug in your ass", said Kendra sternly as she looked over the array of six inch rubber intruders lining the glass shelf, "No wait, let's use this one. See how wide it is? Must be a good four inch diameter, I might inflate it a little more during the morning, I’ll see how I feel. But by lunch time you're gonna be begging me to take it out you little slut. Now bend over Bitch!"
"Yes Mistress", said Willow obediently and immediately reached forward to grab her ankles; it was a position that was most common to her way of life now.
Her facial muscles twinged as she felt the moulded plug slide into gaping hole, but the plug was wide enough that Willow's well trained anal muscles would contract around it and hold it solid for a long time. Only the base would be visible to the eye of the clients who would be in today, but with the latest murder now becoming a genuine public concern, the lust afflicted deviants were dwindling in numbers. With the extra police vigilance in the town anyone who would usually shy away from work for an hour or two to get their fix of humiliation and pain were now being cautious in the extreme in case of exposure.
"That's better, now what do you say?"
"I humbly thank you Mistress Kendra, your pet needs to be punished in any way Mistress Kendra deems fit", the horny girl said as her sweat gave her skin a moistened glow. Kendra gave a few squeezes to the bulb and let it swing between Willow’s crop marked thighs as it were a tail and the redhead was naught but a humble pet.
"Now hold still, I wanna know where you are today. Don't want you sneaking off for a crafty fingering do we?"
"No Mistresssssssss", Willow hissed as just as the blood had begun to circulate in her nipples again, another set of clamps ensnared her sore flesh. Though not as biting as the former pair they still held a firm grip and the tiny bells hanging from each one made a mocking jingling with each step.
"Now come along Bitch", said Kendra as she clipped a golden leash onto Willow's collar and lead her pet away to get ready for the day's fun and frolics. A high pitched tinkling ringing out from the redheads nipple bells ricocheted throughout the clinically clean rooms as Kendra rapidly fired off a quick text.
"Faith, where the fuck are you? Ken. x"
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Faith picked up her phone and gave the text a cursory glance, the unusually oppressive morning sun made her flick her silver rimmed aviator shades up into her thick tresses that were still damp from her much needed shower.
"Fuck", Faith screamed as her coffee spilled from her dashboard. Braking suddenly to avoid a learner driver the overpriced hot drink splashed onto her jeans making her swerve erratically.
The day had started off badly and it seemed that whatever powers-that-be were in control of her destiny had decided that they would curse her very existence this day. She had woken up late and as she cracked her sleep deprived eyes open she immediately saw the solid silver picture frame on her nightstand, she stroked the picture lovingly before bringing it to her cracked lips. She had little time so she wiped away the stray stinging tear, stroked her slumbering hound lovingly before heading for the bathroom.
Then there was the scented allure of the pretty hippie she had stumbled upon, rejection never sat well with the brunette dominatrix and her heart felt another cicatrice appear.
But now, as she drove her black convertible Volkswagen with the roof down, her hair flailing in the wind, she inhaled the morning air to shake off any lingering cobwebs as she needed to be in control, both of her senses and her clients. She flicked the cd player and 'The Revenant' by The Distillers pounded from her top of the range speakers she could feel herself getting pumped up, tunes of a most abrasive nature always fired up the inferno in her soul. A vision of life encapsulated by the fading sticker on her bumper which read "If you're close enough to read this, I can legally kick your ass"
Even though in these moments she was a spirit as free as nature intended she still knew that control was needed in her world. It was the watchword by which she lived. She and Kendra operated strictly from The Book, any potential clients needed to be vetted and there was a long waiting list so those that were regular customers knew how valuable their time was, both monetarily and in substance. Privacy was a must in this business and they would rather risk jail than risk exposure of their clients, if their books failed to balance then the IRS would get involved and everyone in The Book could face the unveiling of their sordid secrets.
Seeing the nature and high profiles of some of their clients it could be catastrophic and a media frenzy leading to a breakdown of local authority on a crippling scale. As some very high profile clients travelled all the way from LA to get their fix of fetishistic fun so they could be masked by a degree of anonymity, but both Faith and Kendra were most particular about whose dreams they made flesh.
Luckily they had some powerful connections about town and these people would do whatever it took to keep Faith and Kendra in business, though some took cut rate sessions in lieu of backhanders. The Mayor, the Chief Of Police, even a Principal, all those rich families who wouldn't want their kids exposed as perverts to be publically flogged, metaphorically speaking, though some would ask for such treatment, all these figures were the very backbone of society but also their client list.
For Faith knew that a true domme should radiate power as well as discretion, needing sexual maturity, but mainly a gift for exploiting the kinky little idiosyncrasies which made them tick.
Faith pulled into the underground parking space and, as the last throes of scathing punk rock infiltrated her system, she knew she was ready. She flicked open the glove compartment and found her eye drops in-between a flyer for a golfing store and the personalised number plates she had been given by Oz the previous Xmas but had still yet to fit.
She slammed her door shut and threw the keys into her clutch purse, she took a moment to herself. To remind herself exactly why she was doing what she did, and once she stepped inside the foyer, she knew why.
"Good morning Mistress", said Willow with a solemn tone of humility as she jumped from her position at the front desk and crawled over to her beloved domme and placed a kiss on the tips of both of Faith's well scuffed boots. Her nipple bells tinkling well with each movement as her hands and knees clomped on the bare floors.
"Oh heya Bitch", she replied nonchalantly as she let her pet honor her in the way she had been taught.
"Where the fuck have you been?", said Kendra as she walked through the reception area carrying an armful of thick white diapers, the lacy hem of her Mary Poppins style apron fluttering as she strut with all the assured confidence of a woman in absolute control.
"Sorry Ken, late night"
"Yeah Angel text me, did you have a good time?"
"Meh, I've had better. Listen Ken, I gotta duck out this afternoon. Me and Angel have gotta go to..."
"It's ok sweetie, I remember what day it is so I've reorganized a few clients so it's no trouble", smiled the wistful woman.
"Thanks Ken, you're the best"
"Oh, I gotcha first one started. You better go get dressed", nodded the black woman to the long corridor where a man knelt on all fours as a pool of saliva gathered on the floor before him. “I need to get back to that latina princess”
“Oh jesus, is she back again?”
“Yeah, I know she’s a cunt but she pays well”, shrugged Kendra checking her watch. “So go get changed and you can pick up on horse boy”
"Ok sure"
"But we need to talk. About Amy", said Kendra a little worried.
"Yeah, it's all fucked up. Lunchtime ok for ya?"
"Er, Faith?”
“Oh sorry, shit is it still Ramadan?”
“For another week or so, driving me fuckin’ nuts. But we’ll talk later, babe"
Faith gave her best friend a quick peck on the cheek and went to her dressing room.
"Velvet, go and wait for Mistress Faith in the last room of the left", Kendra shouted out to the servile man who gave only a snort of compliance.
"Morning", came the voice of a young man who entered a little cautiously, his heart beating rapidly and his groin positively humming with expectorant delight.
"Warren, you're early", replied Kendra checking the grandfather clock proudly standing on the far wall.
"Yeah I managed to get up early for once and I....hang on, is that...?", asked Warren with a slight scowl as he saw the leather bound figure crawling along the spotless floor behind Faith.
"Shhh", quieted Kendra, "You know we do not use clients names when they are in the game"
"Yeah I know, but I never thought he would....heh, and to think I voted for him....twice", shrugged the nervous man as the Mayor's red striped bottom waddled away from him.
"Well some are so easy to please like this one girl who I’ll refer to as Miss C who gets off on sniffing and licking my nylons, smothering her face in my feet and getting off on the smell and touch of them. Some others have been coming here so often that we’ve perfected their treatment, teasing them to the point of explosion with doing little. It’s all about finding your niche and exploiting it.", said Kendra as she placed the translucent plastic panties on her pile of disposable diapers.
"I’ll bet"
"I'm nearly ready for you, just go and watch TV or something for a while until I call for you and we can go over the basics and safety word and shit like that", motioned Kendra to what was known as the Sweet Room.
Warren simply nodded as his heart thumped in his hairless chest, he took one last look at the politicians fleeing red end and went into the quiet room. Taking off his faded denim jacket and putting his motorcycle helmet to one side he couldn't help his leg from jumping in excitement. A nervous shudder ran through and controlled him as he inhaled the toxic vapors of sex and well- worn latex that infused the very air of this den of sin.
Faith, though she tried not to show it, was still reeling from the news of Amy’s death, the local radio station had given her the bad news while she was brushing her teeth that morning. She was the fourth client of theirs who had been murdered in the last few months, even the Mayor and the chief of police would have trouble keeping this down without exposing themselves. She knew that Kendra and she were in this alone….. but together. But that was for later for now she had to finish her job, once Faith had changed and got into character the last hour had sped by and her pet was starting to show the signs of extreme sexual frustration.
"Come along Velvet, once more round the room. Now hurry!", Faith snapped as she smacked the riding crop into his prone and well reddened butt.
The Mayor continued to crawl, the wide bridle in his mouth making him drool uncontrollable as he felt the weight of his owner on his back. Faith pulled on the reins as she wiggled in her tight cream jodphurs, the ornate leather saddle which was buckled tightly around his bulging midriff was a fine place for her glorious buttocks to reside as she rode side saddle.
"Now canter you naughty lil' horsie", she ordered as her high heeled riding boots swung in the stirrups, gleaming with Willow's spittle the heels dug in on occasion as he moved around like the pet in training he was.
"Faster boy", she snapped as her crop snapped with assured accuracy against his swollen, red striped bottom from with his tail dangled. The light hairs tickled his legs as he moved but the base of the tail was a full five inch plug that nestled in his rear, jerking with each padded trot he tried.
"Woah horsie", she said as Faith yanked back hard on the reins, the Mayor whinnied as he was pulled to a sudden stop and as the saddle and bridle, through an intricate system of straps and buckles, were attached to his plugged ass and around his penis, each pull of the reins jerked his full butthole whilst squeezing his erect manhood.
"Good boy, Velvet", Faith said sweetly as she used her crop to reach an itch that sat under her boned red satin corset wrapped around her short sleeved ivory blouse. The shimmering satin acted like a glossy second skin across her torso and lead to a plunging neckline to further entice and infuriate her pet.
"Well horsie, you've pleased Mistress so I think I’ll let you go creamies now", she smirked but not before taking his hands and buckling them behind his back, so any movement of his thighs would result in a further pushing of the plug into his ass.
She unhooked the leather straps from his penis which sprang to life, it's purpling head desperate for relief.
Faith sat down and lit a cigarette letting her leather clad hand circle into a tight loop and just let it dangle to one side. He knew well what this meant as had been the finale so many times before, he had been deemed worthy of a reward but it was up to him to provide as Faith was his Mistress and owned all that he was.
He slid his erect penis into the gloved shaft and began to thrust, she would not move her hand to provide any relief or satisfaction, he would have to fuck himself using her hand. It sparkled his desire to be humiliated and used as a pet and he bit into the bridle with his eerie political smile, the harness tightly buckled and padlocked in place.
Mistress Faith kept a close eye on him as, once before back in Boston, one of her older clients had a heart attack during a session, luckily her days volunteering for the Red Cross were not in vain, her training kicked in before he kicked off. She shuddered to think of what a good girl she had been through those formative years. Though those days were long gone, once the well-dressed military men had turned up on their door to inform a scared thirteen year old girl that her father had died, her world fell into agonized ruin and apathy consumed her for many years.
Flicking her eyes down she watched as the Mayor’s cheek twitched, as he was the most powerful man in Sunnydale Faith knew she needed to keep the real power players on her side, and as the sweating mass of flash thrust back and forth into her hand she stubbed out her smoke and pulled his reins in tight.
"Come on boy, go creamies for Mistress", she cooed as his eyes glassed over, the plug in his ass throbbed and violated with each thrust of his loins.
Thick white goo splattered out, an inelegant torrent of desire and frustration encapsulated in the sticky cream which clung to the chair leg like a misplaced effort of Spiderman. His breath echoed around his thick chest as his heart hammered like a thousand miscreants at leathered anvils, his goal achieved, his needs sated for another week.
Faith unbuckled the bridle as she watched him come down from his expensive high, she stroked his receding mane and whispered words of tenderness and sweet acceptance. His tongue lolled around as she held a sugar cube in her hand and he gobbled it down.
"Good boy, well done", she said as she patted his head and started to unbuckle all the equestrian accoutrements which she would have to get Bitch to go over later with her slutty tongue.
"Neighhhhh", he whinnied as the tail slid from his wide and well cropped ass.
"Ok game over, Richie Boy", said the divine Mistress shaking her head.
"Th-thankyou Fai-Faith", he said totally drained.
"No probs, I left a towel out for ya", replied Faith with a false smile as she nodded towards the shower where his pressed suit hung.
Leaving the Mayor to refresh himself Faith left the stifling room and leaned against the stark wall, her shoulders aching and her bright eyes a little foggier than usual. As she heard the Mayor begin to blast out his hideous rendition of ‘What’s New Pussycat’ while the hot water cascaded down his plump form, Faith just sighed and strutted along the corridor and into the foyer where she unzipped her boots as she sat on the desk where Willow kneeled in humble gratitude and spoke softly into the receiver.
“Mistress Faith, you have a call from a Mrs DeWitt”, she said as her bottom ached for some relief from the fierce bulging within.
“Who? Oh yeah, fuckin’ great….. right on cue”, Faith murmured as she took the phone from her bitch and one last steadying breath.
Faith peeled off the corn plaster and threw it to one side, the boots amplified her discomfort but it was the price to pay for a satisfied client, she screwed up her face as she picked at the soft squidge of skin.
“Bitch, get to it”
“Yes Mistress. With pleasure Mistress”, squeaked Willow as she shuffled forward, the small bells on her nipple clamps jingling with each minute movement. Her drying lips parted as her tongue slithered out and ran over the sore skin of her owner, pressing her lips to the small wound Willow kissed it reverently hoping her adoration would salve her Mistress’ weary frown
“Hello”, sighed Faith as her teeth began to grind inadvertently.
“Hello Faith, how are you?”, came the stuffy voice.
“Hello Adelle”, was the icy reply.
“You can call me Mom you know”
“No, ‘cos that would imply that at some point in my life you had acted like a mother”
“Faith, that’s not fair, you know I…”
“Look Adelle, what do you want?”
“I just wanted to give you a heads up”
“About what?”, asked Faith, her patience fraying at this unwanted conversation. Sliding a cigarette in her mouth she clicked her fingers and waited for Willow to light her smoke.
“There’s this hot shot lawyer here in LA wanting to make a name for herself, she’s got funding from some right wing fundamentalist group wanting to make their mark and decided to target alternative sexuality in their usual crusade against perversion”
“And?”, said Faith as she breathed out the smoke and tapped the ash from her cigarette into the willing and eager mouth of Willow who waited on her knees for the dry gift to turn to foul paste.
“Anyway her name is Lilah Morgan, I know there’s always been groups like this but she’s smart, she wants to take a few practice shots at some small town in order to prove herself, to build her power and reputation before the church gets fully behind her. She wants to use a small town as a stepping stone to power. Faith, she’s coming after you”
“Why me?”
“After that terrible business with that girl, Amy was it? It’s all over the papers here. Well it seems her family was well connected and its made some ripples here so she’s got you in her sights and will stop at nothing until you are disgraced or in prison on some trumped up charges. She’ll destroy your clients and blackmail the whole town against you…just..”
“Just what?”, said Faith as she could feel her ire rising, tapping more and more ash into the mouth of her redheaded slavegirl who coughed as the grey sludge formed on her tongue.
“Just….. be careful”
“Yeah sure”, she sniffed dismissively, “So….how’s MR DeWitt, what is this, husband number three or four?”
“Faith, please don’t be like that”, said the well-spoken woman slightly hurt,” I wish you could’ve come to the wedding, your Uncle Quentin missed you”
“Fuck him”
“Faith, your father, god rest his soul, has been gone for some time now, I needed to move on, to live my life, to find my way…”
“To change your name”, Faith sneered as her fingers threatened to crack the plastic of the handset as the mere mention of her much beloved and belated father, on today of all days, still acted as an incendiary to her emotions. She felt that her mother changing her surname was an affront to the good name of Flight Sgt Frank Lehane.
“I….I loved him honey, I always will, but since you and your brother left I had no reason to stay alone any longer. I never meant to hurt him you know”
“Bit fuckin’ late for that”
“Faith Deborah Lehane, watch your language”
“Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because you will always be my daughter and I will always love you….despite what you do”
“Oh here we go, I knew it would end up with this shit, it always fuckin’ does”
“Fai, it’s not…”
“Listen to me I am a dominatrix,now say it with me dom-in-a-trix”, Faith said with a condescending snort as she stubbed out her smoke and dropped the butt into the mouth of Willow who swallowed it without question.
“This is serious Faith, I mean with Lilah coming after you. You know it’s not too late to…”
“No”
“But I’m still on the board at UCLA, with your line of work giving you a unique insight into psychology, I could easily make one call and you could be enrolled and…”
“I said no Adelle”
“Fine, but the offer will always be here you know”
“Yeah sure”
“Oh and don’t forget to take some Echinacea, there’s a bug going around”
“Ok”
“And give my love to Angel and Oz”
“Sure”, Faith snorted as she didn’t want any scene between her and her mother to disrupt the upcoming wedding that Adelle was blissfully unaware about.
“Faith…I miss you”
“Ok sure…whatever…bye”
“Goodbye honey and I will alwa…”, Adelle said but was cut off by Faith putting the phone down with a withering slam.
“Miss you too…Mom”, Faith said under her breath as the anger in her heart wasn’t strong enough to smother the love that smouldered deep within.
“Fai, you ok?”, asked Kendra as she came back out of the nursery to find a spoon.
“Yeah……no. That was Adelle…”
“Right on cue”, replied the svelte woman knowing how hard this day always was on her beloved friend.
“Yeah….fuckin’ stupid…..I’m gonna cut out today, I need to vent. Can you handle it alone?”, said Faith as her jaw angled into a furious slant.
“I told you I could, after this thing with Amy we’ve had three cancellations anyway. Now go honey, give Angel my love”
“Thanks Ken”, replied Faith kissing Kendra on the cheek before grabbing her keys and bursting out the frosted glass doors and into the fresh air she so sorely needed.
Kendra shook her head as worry for Faith had once more seeped into her soul, but such thoughts could be pondered over later for now she had to be the professional she prided herself in being. She stepped back into the garishly decorated nursery and fixed her smile back in place as she looked over at the oversized toddler strapped into the high chair. Her fresh diapers growing wetter by the second and her bowels gurgling well due to the three large bottle of heavily sugared full cream Kennedy had been made to drink by her nanny. But her dessert was left to fester in front of her.
“Oh Kenny-poos, have you gone tinkles in your diapees?”, cooed Nanny Kendra as she stroked the painted face of the infantilized woman whose rosy cheeks blushed heavy as her glossy red lips sucked firmly on the large pacifier in her mouth.
“Yeth Nanny”, replied the latina woman whose large and wholesome breasts swelled under the plastic coated bib tied round her neck bedecked with cartoon bunnies.
“Well, now it’s time for din-dins sweetie….open wide”, said Kendra as she pulled the pacifier from Kennedy’s mouth with a wet plop and picked up a thin plastic spoon.
“Nuh-uh”, said the naughty girl as she squirmed in her inch thick diapers, the plastic panties covering them crackling loudly as she wriggled about in the adult sized high chair her wrists and ankles were tied to.
“Now don’t be naughty or else Nanny will have to spank your lil’ tushy again…now open up”, said Kendra as the spoon delved down into the brown mush sitting on the tray in front of Kennedy.
As soon as the baby had her first enema of the session Kennedy had filled her diaper up quickly, after stewing in her own waste for a while she had been cleaned up, spanked firmly and put in a fresh fluffy diaper. But the used one had been placed in front of Kennedy for the last hour or so as the scene continued, silently filling the air with her noxious fumes awaiting the spoon to be dipped into the filthy mess. She had to pay extra for such treatment but in this den of deviancy Kennedy would find the satiety she ached for.
Kennedy turned her head away again but her stern Nanny grabbed her by the nose until the diapered latina had to open her mouth, it was then that the spoon full of Kennedy’s own poo slid past her glossy lips and onto her tongue. The new baby girl grimaced as she felt the cold sloppy mess roll around her mouth, sliding between her teeth and coating her whole mouth in the brown foul tasting slime.
“Good girl Kenny, now open wide again for Nanny, for these is a lot of pudding to get through”, sing-songed Kendra as she scooped up another big spoon of faeces and shovelled it into Kennedy’s mouth as the pigtailed toddler’s face twisted and clenched up with each vile mouthful.
Kennedy, clad in nothing but diapers, plastic panties and a bib felt her nipples harden and her pussy throb as her used diaper was slowly being emptied, but into her sissy mouth.
“There, there pumpkin”, mocked Nanny Kendra, “Eat it all up and Nanny might let you go creamies in your pretty diapees”
Kendra slid a hand across the rustling plastic panties around Kennedy’s groin pressing firmly down on the front as the baby shuddered at the mind fuddling teasing.
“Now will you be good for Nanny?”
“Yeth Nanny Kendwa, I be a good girl for you an’ eat alls my poo-poos”, replied Kennedy as she opened her mouth wide waiting the next spoon of her filth as Kendra rubbed the infantilized and humiliated latina’s crotch faster melting her into subservient need.
“Dammit Faith”, thought Kendra as she tried not to vomit, “Why do I always get this rich bitch and her diapers? Every fucking week it’s me who pulls the short straw with this dipshit of a woman. Good thing I’m making her pay so much for this or else I’d have kicked this Kennedy slut to the kerb an hour ago. I mean it was ok to start with having me breastfeed her and that but man this stinks, how can she really get turned on by this? It’s totally fucked up, I can’t wait for her to piss off….oh man, she’s looking at me with those whiny eyes. Oh well, back to showtime”
“Having fun Cutie Pie? Awww, aren’t you a good girl for Nanny”, said Kendra as she used the bib to smear the spilled poo across Kennedy’s face who just gurgled away happily as her diapers flooded with pee, its rich acrid aroma not drowning out the smell of the pudding being fed to her.
“Yeth Nanny Kendwa”, grimaced the boarding school brat as the vile flavors infiltrated every tastebud, but she burned with desire for this treatment. It filled her every waking moment and though her monthly trust fund payout was now gone in a blur of diapers and shit, she couldn’t be happier.
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Faith hated going to the gym but it was necessary to stay in shape and look good for her clients, it was long hours and physically demanding, but she could work out her anger without threatening the welfare of her clients, but it also gave her some time to hang out with her best friend. It was so cathartic to just hang out with Cordelia and talk girl to girl without all the bullshit that came with the territory of being a professional dominatrix. Here she could just be Faith.
“I know your clients worship me for all you do to them, but honestly Fai, I’d like to see you with someone to love you for who you are NOT what you do. You’re getting too wrapped in your work”, said Cordelia as she pumped her fine and smooth legs on the exercise bike, noticing how hard Faith was pedalling on the one next to her.
“It’s just a job, Cor”, snarled back the Boston Deviant founder
“I know that and I’m happy to help you out when you need me but you need a life outside work”
“I know but it ain’t easy meeting someone outside in the real world y’know”
“Sure it is”
“You know what I mean”, said Faith as the punishing work out had channelled her rage and now felt a serenity siphoning into her soul.
“Sure I do honey, but just…remember what happened with Hannah?”
“Yeah I do..and ouch, that was kinda harsh”, said Faith as she paused to sip her Gatorade, sweat trailing down her face.
“Don’t I know it, but there’s got to be someone out there for you, someone who wants to be your bitch”
“Hey there’s a difference between being my bitch and being my sub lover, it’s hard getting the balance right but even hanging out with my clients after hours, well I just…..”
“There’s a difference between being so boring and sobering. You know honey, it’s been over a year since Kia”, said Cordelia as she took a rest from pedalling and patted the lemon yellow towel against her moist brow.
“Your point being?”
“You need someone in your life, and I don’t mean Willow, you’ve got the biggest heart I know of and it hurts me to think of how lonely you are. Just tell me about what’s pissing you off, work wise I mean”
“I don’t talk about my clients”, said Faith sternly.
“You know I don’t talk about my clients either”
“Cor, you’re the secretary at a vets, your clients are an iguana and a one legged stork who drank too much tequila”
“That was one time”
“Come on ladies, less chat means less fat”, said the criminally camp class instructor as they both rolled their eyes and started to cycle again.
“So, you up for a few margaritas after this?”
“I can’t Cor, Angel and I have to go to church”
“Church? Won’t you burst into flames just for entering hallowed ground”, joked Cordelia but once she saw the distant look in Faith’s eyes she knew what day it was, “Oh shit, I’m so sorry Fai. I didn’t realise today was the day”
“Yeah, it would’ve been Daddy’s birthday today. It’s been eight years since Daddy died. I miss him so fuckin’ much Cor”, said Faith trying not to let her sadness envelop her. Her tears would flow freely later when she and her older brother lit a candle in remembrance of their dear departed father and offered a prayer for him.
“Fai, I…..”
“Just don’t ok, I can’t handle it today. But you still ok for tomorrow”, said Faith as she put in one earphone and as The Exploited roared from her mp3 she cycled like a girl possessed, expending every last ounce of her pissed offness as her air cushioned soles pushed the pedals harder, not just at herself but at Cordelia for being so right about her being trapped in a gilded cage of latex.
“Of course, I’ll meet you there about two, should I wear my boots?”
“I’ll get back to you. I have to call her later and go over some things”, said Faith as she felt her soul being rebuilt with the storming hardcore in her ear.
Cordelia had often helped out Faith with some clients and really enjoyed learning all the intricacies of the work but wasn’t ready to try it full time. She knew the full story behind Faith’s almost fanatic approach to her work, she wanted to help people find their escape through kinky perversions rather than take their pain and angst out into the real world where it could do real damage and pain to an unsuspecting populace. Faith needed the dominance of her role, the role of Mistress that fitted her like a bespoke leather glove, being so helpless to stop the split between her parents and her father’s subsequent death in the sand riddled corner of a foreign field she swore she would never be so helpless again.
But Faith’s mind once more ricocheted back to the blonde hippie girl she had met in the park, but even as her heart warmed and her smile blossomed but one though echoed within her head.
“Cor…..maybe I have met someone”, Faith said almost bashfully.
“Really? And?”, Cordelia replied like a giddy teen on her first pill.
“She shot me down”
“She’s was probably just freaked out by someone as hot as you wanting her”
“It’s not that, I mean even if I do meet her again…”
“What about it?”
“How can I tell her what I do?”
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Meanwhile, in the Los Angeles Police Department

"Sit down Detective", said the gruff man who scratched at his shining pate cursing the familial trait of male pattern baldness.
"Is there something wrong, Sir?", asked Kate Lockley as she placed her sweet derriere on the squeaking leather chair.
"Take a look at this", he said as a brown folder slid across the desk to the Detective who flicked through the collection of crime scene photographs.
"What is it, Sir?"
"Her name is...was Amy, she is the fourth murder victim in a sleepy little town called Sunnydale. Have you heard of it?", he said as he poured his third packet of Sweet 'N Low into his coffee mug and stirred with the fervour of man fully descended into caffeine addiction.
"No, can't say that I have"
"Neither had I. I had to look it up on a map, but this girl Amy was the grandniece of a certain powerful player here in LA. He wants results and he wants them now, the local PD have had no luck infiltrating the silence of this so called scene"
"I don't understand, Sir"
"Each one of these girls was a client of a dominatrix, yes they were into some very kinky goings on down there and like a veil of conspiracy, none of the other clients or sex workers will talk about it all. They are very tight lipped, no one wants to be associated with the murders or the underground sexual services such an establishment provides"
"Sir, I still don't understand. What does this have to do with me?", Kate asked as she put the folder back on the table and straightened the lapels on her suit jacket.
"A full investigation has been ordered by the higher ups in the department and we all agree that we need someone to go undercover. To infiltrate this damned code of silence and find out the truth behind all this"
"But what does that......me?! But Sir, I'm not into all this.....kink.", replied Kate with a heavy set blush.
"Detective Lockley, no-one there knows you and so any suspicions will not be raised by an out of towner wanting to satisfy some bizarre sexual need. You will go to Sunnydale and root out the truth behind these murders", he said with authority.
"B-but Sir....I...I ..."
"Oh just make something up, you just need to get your foot in the door that's all. Now let's see....", he said as he pulled open a creaking filing cabinet and pulled out a thick file, "Here we are, it's run by one Faith Deborah Lehane, she goes by the name of Mistress Faith. Twenty one years old, previous arrests for drunk and disorderly, minor juvenile offenses, nothing major, much like her partner in business, one Kendra Suram. To get on to their client list you will have to have an audition of sorts, to prove your need for their very specialized service. The boys downstairs can help you out with some kind of outfit, I’m sure they have some kind of leather ensemble that you can...."
"Sir, I really must protest", said Kate, her mind fluttering with worry and pent up sexual need.
"No time. So, any questions?"
"Just one Sir, why me? Is it because of the Lemandri drug bust?", she asked embarrassed.
"Detective Lockley, it was fourteen months of work down the crapper because of your impatience. You are on very thin ice here as it is, you need to get out of town while the smoke clears. Do this, secure a conviction and then your reputation will be restored and you may just be recommended for that full promotion to Homicide you've been after"
"Really? Well.....of course Sir, thankyou. Don't you worry Sir, I'll crack this in no time", said Kate with enthusiasm as she picked up the folders ready to get hard at work.
"A word of warning Lockley, you mess this up.......and don't ever bother to come back", he said as a parting shot before rolling up a cigarette.
Kate gulped as she left the office, knowing that exposing herself like this could be disastrous if she didn't play the role well. Her mind cowered as she knew that, if she let her guard down, her own true desires and secret sexual proclivities could be brought to the bitter surface.
As she wandered through the building she had but one thought.
"Shit"
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