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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 flicked through the tracks, she wasn’t in the mood for The Freeze or Jerry’s Kids today. Pressing play she let the short embittered sounds of The Groinoids tear through her earphones, ever since she first heard ‘This Is Boston, Not LA’ she had been hooked, the riotous tunes were more of a pick-me-up than a dozen cans of Red Bull or spanking the hell out of the school Principal.
She stood amongst the sun drenched avenues of anonymous tomes in the quiet bookshop flicking through things, it was Oz’s birthday coming up and she wanted to find him something fun. She loved his goofy innocence though she rarely saw him as often as she liked, but Faith loved her brother dearly and so did Oz. It was common ground for them though at first it was a matter of rattling sabres over their territory.
She picked up a ghost written autobiography by some no name celebrity and read the blurb on the back, as she did her eyes flicked up to see a pretty blonde girl serving behind the counter. It was Tara. Faith couldn’t believe her luck bumping into her like this. After first meeting her while sweat laden and bedraggled, Faith’s appearance was now infinitely better. She pulled out her compact and checked her lipstick and ran her fingers through her hair making sure she looked perfect. She just felt like dressing up a bit today, and felt lucky to now see Tara whilst looking great.
As Faith traced a finger along the plethora of first editions that collected dust and the coffee rings that lined the half empty shelves she used all her skills of stealth, which wasn’t easy in such Achilles aching heels, until she came up beside the woman who, whilst drenched in the slivers of sunlight coming through the stained glass windows of the store, looked almost ethereal.
“Hi there, Tara”, Faith said casually as she swung her shoulder clutch back into place.
Tara’s head snapped up from the register and a warm, happy smile flooded her face. Despite her reservations concerning her secret fetishes, her heart was pure and unfettered; she couldn’t help the tingling down below as she bathed in the dimpled smile of Faith.
“H-hi F-Faith…..wow, y-you look great”, she blurted out eyeing up the black pinstripe pant suit which had been ironed to perfection by Faith’s loyal slavegirl, Willow.
“Better than the other day anyway”, the brunette said with a smile making Tara giggle a little and shrink back into herself hunching her shoulders.
“I…..er…..h-how is Slayer?”, Tara said trying to wring something intelligible from her lust infused mind.
“He’s cool. I left him at…..work….for now”, Faith said being careful not to mention the palace of deviancy which her career shackled her to.
“Ah…..er…..cool”, replied the pretty hippie as they reached a verbal impasse. They both had things they wanted to say, things they needed to unburden themselves of but this was different, these were feelings far from the realm of kink and it confused the hell out of both of them.
“Tara, I know you didn’t want to go for a coffee or anything but I really would like to share a cup with you or something. You just seem….y’know….kinda cool. I know I looked like shit the other day and I don’t blame you for turning me down and…..”
“No!”, Tara snapped with unintentional force, “T-that wasn’t it a-at all”
“Then what was it?”
“I-I….er….n-nothing”, said Tara cursing herself for not having the courage to admit her needs to this gorgeous woman. For not being able to unbind herself from her fears, from admitting her desperate desire to be placed in restraints at Faith’s feet and worship her in the way she felt she was destined to.
“I’m not asking you to marry me or anything. Just one coffee….please”
“Go on Tara, it’s about time for your break anyway”, came the gentile English tone from behind the hippie girl making her jump.
“Oh…M-Mr Giles….I….I was…er…this is F-Faith”, Tara stammered out in panic as she felt caught between her boss and the object of her desires.
“Ah, so you’re Faith”, Giles said warmly as he extended his hand to shake hers, “Tara’s told me a lot about you. In fact, it’s all she’s been talking about”
“Is that a fact?”, Faith said with a grin as Tara’s blush intensified and her gaze dropped to the floor.
“I-I-I…….”, said the hippie who seemed to stand strangely, as if her nether regions were being squeezed into unnatural shapes.
“Tara, it’ll do you the world of good to socialise with someone your own age for once. There’s only so many times we can go for coffee without everyone thinking I’m some sort of sugar daddy”, smiled Giles patting his assistant on the shoulder.
“Ha, ha, yeah”, chuckled Faith taking a liking to this seemingly chilled out man, who still radiated an air of pomposity, “Come on T, just one coffee…..pwease”
Tara couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable pout Faith threw her way, it crumbled her resistance and so nodded in reply and grabbed her bag. It wasn’t until she was out the bookstore that she realised just how far she was heading out of her safety zone into what could be described as a pseudo date.
But once Faith slipped her arm through Tara’s she felt strange, an easiness flooded through her and for once she felt calm.
As they strolled down the street, for once seemingly free of gurning buffoons and shaggy haired veterans drinking from paper bags, a horn sounded out from a passing car. The lecherous driver obviously enjoying his ten minutes away from his ugly wife and even uglier kids blowing his horn at the two women who were the igloo of beauty in an otherwise bland wasteland of small town America.
The blaring sound made Tara jump, spilling the contents of her bag across the cracked sidewalk in a flurry of tampons, make-up and papers.
“Shit. Lemme help you with that”, offered Faith as she crouched by the startled hippie girl who desperately clawed her belongings back into her hemp bag.
“NO! I-I’ve got it”, came the fiery embarrassed response which made Faith flinch as she wasn’t expecting such harsh words to spill from Tara’s delectable lips.
But Faith ignored her and picked up the neatly folded glossy papers in her hands and recognized some of the pages torn from a magazine. She let a knowing smile wash across her face as Tara snatched the pages back in a desperate attempt to keep her desires hidden, the furious blush despoiling the hippie’s face was all the admission Faith needed.
“So…..are you sub or dom?”, the glorious brunette casually said as they both stood back up.
“W-w-what do y-you….I-I-I’m not….i-into….”, Tara stammered violently as Faith noticed her gentle beauty being prickled by the deep crimson flushing of her cheeks.
“Come on T, I recognize the pages and I’m not one to judge. They’re from the old Centurions catalog, see this gag and head restraint combo, I have two of ‘em. Not for me though, for my slave…..and for work”, Faith enthused as she put two fingers under Tara’s fallen chin and raised her face until their gazes clashed.
They stared in silence for a few moments, languishing in the opposing fervour caught in their eyes.
“What was that?”, asked Faith as the mumbling words of Tara tumbled into sub-human noise.
“I-I-I said….I-I-I’m s-sub”, came the soft reply barely above a whisper. But this admission was a blessed relief for Tara, for so long she had wished for the courage to tell her well-hidden truths to someone. She barely knew this woman but there was something about her dulcet eyes and mesmerising dimples which made Tara feel like this was a soul who knew her own.
“Hey, don’t be embarrassed T. I’m a domme, professionally though, so it’s all cool with me”, Faith spoke with an honesty she wasn’t used to freely giving.
Faith could tell by the way that Tara held her arms across her body and seemed to try to shrink into herself that this girl suffered from a crippling shyness stemming from the guilt she so obviously felt over her real passions and pleasures being unearthed.
'It's always the quiet ones', the Bostonian thought to herself, 'They're the ones with the dirtiest minds and the kinkiest fantasies'.
“P-professionally? Like a…like a…", Tara forced out.
“Mistress? Hell yeah, here’s my card”, Faith said as she handed over the blackened rectangle bearing her name in glittery red italics.
Faith was surprised that this didn't scare or shock the ravishing girl. She thought that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone to share her deviant desires with, to partake in her perversions in an intimate and personal way. Maybe even...a soul mate. But wishful thinking ever did anyone any good.
“W-wow, I knew there was s-something about you, but I couldn’t figure out what”, Tara said as her stutter seemed to fade away, as if there was some kind of osmosis of hedonism and trust between her and Faith.
"You’re one to talk T, when were you gonna mention this little development. Tell ya what, let’s go get that coffee as I think we need to talk”, Faith said with a fleeting firmness, “Really need to talk”
"I'd love to", replied the shy girl whose eyes sparkled with delight, relief and a soupcon of lust as here, before her, was an offer to explore her desperate needs with someone true.
“But let’s get take out, I think we should go to the park, it’ll be quieter there”
“Ok”, said Tara as they looked deep into each other’s eyes and saw nothing but acceptance. Faith’s fingers easily slid into her grip and Tara walked along with the brunette, her heart racing and her clit pulsing.
“Ok…..what?”, said Faith teasingly not letting her warm smile and dominant eyes falter for a second for if this girl was genuine then it was she who wanted to take this shy neophyte by the hand and lead her into the world of taboos.
“Ok…..M-M-Mistress?”, Tara said. As those words passed her lips she felt a definite spasm in her cunt as Faith’s dimpled flared into life once more as the dominant brunette let out a chuckle.
Maybe, just maybe, the gatekeeper had finally found her keymaster.
Meanwhile, at the private school on the outskirts of town
Buffy felt the clamminess of her palms as she closed her fingers to rap her knuckles on the dull wooden door of the office.
“Come in”, came Dawn’s voice which echoed with impending authority.
She opened the door slowly and walked in closing the door behind her with a menacing click of the catch. Walking over to the immaculately laid out desk Buffy clasped her hands in the small of her back and bowed her head slightly waiting for the be-suited woman to glance up from the mass of paperwork.
“Buffy, I see you’ve been sent to me yet again. What am I going to do with you?”
She simply shrugged back which was one of her trademarks which often irritated her teachers to the point of exasperation and Vicodin addiction.
“I repeat, what am I to do with you?”, asked Dawn more firmly as she set down the file and stared at the simpering blonde.
“I don’t know, Miss”, Buffy wheezed as she shook her head making the pigtails tied with pink satin bows shake girlishly.
Sighing, Dawn reached across the desk and held up a report on Buffy’s mischievous behavior and was a glaring example of a girl who needed a firm hand.
“I thought I told you if you were a naughty girl again I’d have to teach you a lesson”, Dawn smirked before eyeing Buffy up and down, “At least your uniform is presentable”
Buffy fidgeted in her virginal white knee socks which bled into gleaming Mary Jane’s, her short plaid skirt tapped delicately at her thighs. Her breathing rattled in her chest making her bosom heave under the red and black striped tie knotted firmly and pushed up to the fastened collar of her pristine white shirt. She looked like the perfect docile pretty schoolgirl with just a hint of naughtiness.
“Now how many times have I told you that this form of behavior is unacceptable”, Dawn said with a wicked smile as she stood from her desk. Her crimson silk blouse and tight black pencil skirt hugging her svelte form in all the right places as her five inch heels clacked menacingly on the hard wooden floor. She circled Buffy making each pace sound out in achingly long moments.
“Yes Miss, I’m sorry Miss”
“I wish I could believe that. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were being naughty on purpose just to get sent to my office for punishment”
“No Miss, I’m a good girl Miss”
“I think not Buffy, now fetch me my cane”, Dawn said pointing a perfectly manicured finger across the room where a well-used thin rattan cane sat dormant amongst a selection of paddles and crops which still held stale droplets of sweat from the last time they were used on the submissive woman.
Buffy nodded slightly and stepped towards it before taking the cane delicately into her sweating hands and handed it to Dawn who swung it round a couple of times, its fierce swish through the air making Buffy’s heart-rate echo through her entire being.
“Now bend over my desk”
“Yes Miss”, replied Buffy as she pivoted at the waist and lay her torso down on the glossy mahogany table, legs shoulder width apart and hand crossed over each other before her resting under her chin.
Dawn reached down and took the hem of the school skirt into her fingers before raising it and placing it to gather in the small of Buffy’s back. The dominant woman took her time smoothing out the thin cotton panties, long sweeps of her strong hands across the shapely buttocks letting a lazy finger trail across the small damp patch which grew on Buffy’s crotch.
“Are you a naughty girl Buffy?”, purred Dawn with lilting syllables making the prone girl moan softly.
“Y-yes Miss…..I-I’m a naughty school girl, Miss”
“And do you need punishing?”
“Y-yes Miss, I need to be punished Miss”, Buffy whimpered out with desperation riding in her tones.
“I thought so”, giggled Dawn as she slipped a finger under the smooth panties and pulled them down exposing Buffy’s glorious peaches. “But you know what to do first”
“Yes Miss”, Buffy replied with echoes of lust as the cane was placed before her face so she could place a reverent kiss on it.
WHACK! The cane came down hard across Buffy’s butt making her skin jiggle.
“One….thankyou Miss. May I please have another, Miss?”
WHACK!
“Two…t-thankyou Miss. May I please have another, Miss?”
“Why?”, teased Dawn.
“B-because I’m a very naughty schoolgirl a-and I need to learn my lesson and….”
WHACK!
“….I-I need to be punished, Miss…..”
WHACK!
The wetness began to dribble down Buffy’s legs as the fierce pain stampeded across her ass, Dawn couldn’t help but run a finger over her submissive’s puffing clit making her pant and gasp even more.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“…..ooohh….t-t-thankyou Miss….”, Buffy sobbed as the salty tears began to run down her cheeks but her vaginal inferno was only being stoked by each precise and agonising stroke of the cane.
WHACK! WHACK!
As Buffy’s buttocks were being despoiled by horizontal red stripes she battled for control, her pussy quivered to maddening degrees as each stroke from Dawn reduced her into a simpering servile state.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Are you ok?”
“S-s-sorry Miss?”
“I asked if you’re ok?”, asked Dawn again she as clicked her fingers in front of Buffy’s face.
The sudden distraction wrenched Buffy from her beautiful daydream where their roles were very much reversed. As reality came crashing down Buffy blushed horribly for sitting across from her, wearing a crumpled uniform, was not Dawn her owner, but simply a schoolgirl who was oblivious to Buffy’s real feelings and barely contained desires.
“Are you ok?”
“Er…I-I……yes Mistress”, Buffy blurted out making Dawn’s eyes widen to cartoonish angles.
“Did….did you just call me Mistress?”
“Mistre…..miss…..mysterious….that’s it!”, bluffed Buffy feebly as her blush threatened to consume her whole, “I-I was saying it’s mysterious….. as to why ……you’re here …of the….er…..now?”
“I….see”, said Dawn with a smirk noting the quiver in Buffy’s cheek .
“I…..yes……well…you can go now…please”, Buffy said meekly as the wetness in her panties threatened to spill out into her brown suede skirt.
“Ok… I’ll see you…later”, Dawn purred teasingly as she stood up and added a little sway to her hips whilst exiting the office leaving Buffy breathless.
And a little more heartbroken than ever.
Later, back in the den of iniquity and perversion
Faith couldn’t help the smile which had been flourishing across her face for the past two hours as for once she felt excited about her personal life, rarely did the two facets of her life meet in such a pleasurable way but her long talk with Tara suddenly made her mind sparkle with promise. She’d written down a set of instructions for Tara in her barely legible scrawl but she needed to test the pretty hippie, to see exactly what she was willing to do. How far she was willing to push her boundaries in order to prove herself to her potential Mistress.
Faith just hoped that Tara could be the submissive lover she craved, and not just some part time wannabe fantasist timewaster which seem to plague the scene these days.
The car ride back to work had been a joyous one and ‘Praise The Lord And Pass The Ammunition’ still rattled around her head as she doodled away in the margin of the paper firmly attached to the clipboard resting on her lap.
Faith knew that there was something stirring out there, not just the recent spate of deaths which were linked to The Book, but also the arrival of Lilah Morgan and her fervent yet idiotic religious views. But the Bostonian was not one to be scared into submission, she would go down fighting. She understood full well that these developments could put her and Kendra out of business and so had taken charge of vetting their latest prospective client. A task she usually passed on as discovering the usually mundane minutiae of each scenario bugged the hell out of her.
“So Kate, what do you want from me?”, asked Faith as she smoothed down the lapels of her smart suit, her gaze boring into the eyes of the woman who fidgeted nervously across from her.
“From you?”
“Yeah, what quirky little fantasy do you have rattling around in that head of yours ‘cos we can cater to pretty much anything you can think of, even things you’d never dreamed of. Of course, if it’s more extreme then it’ll cost more but we can work something out. And I can guarantee you’ll be fulfilled. Well almost guarantee, everyone is different when it comes to the money shot”
“I’d like…”, gulped Kate as her eyes darted around feeling far from her comfort zone, “I’d like to be…. you know….dominated and all that”
“Well d’uh”, said Faith bluntly with a roll of the eyes as she re-crossed her feet, one ankle over the other resting on Willow’s back. The naked and collared redhead squirmed in deliciously silent torment for her knees, ankles and wrists were tightly buckled together and a wide bore ball gag wrenched her jaw wide apart. As the minutes passed Willow could feel the pulsating of her pussy and the thin line of vaginal drool reaching to the floor, her desire swelled at being used and displayed like disposable furniture.
“So….er…..could you like…er…dominate me then?”, replied the undercover cop whose face twitched awkwardly.
“Look, my time is precious….and expensive”, Faith sighed standing up unamused, “If you’re just here to fuck with me then I don’t see why…”
“Prison!”, Kate blurted out in a panic. Her eyes snapped wide open as she realised what she’d said, what she’d finally admitted to.
“Now we’re getting somewhere”, smiled Faith as she sat back down taking her pen jotting down a few notes. She paused for a moment to turn up the buzzing gargantuan vibrator nestled in Willow’s asshole until the redhead quivered and moaned through her nostrils as she descended into a malleable husk of humanity.
“How’s it going in here?”, asked Kendra as she walked into the room searching for the inflatable pony plug, her lithe body creaking in the black latex catsuit which she wore like a second skin.
“Ok”, replied Faith giving a slight nod for her partner in kink to come over and check her notes.
Kendra leant over her shoulder and glanced towards Kate before drawing her eyes back to the pad where, instead of hastily penned quirks and kinks, Faith had simply written ‘Pig’.
“You sure?”, asked Kendra with narrow wary eyes.
“Absolutely, smell her a mile off”, Faith answered in a whisper not dropping her smile of deception.
“I see. So you gonna take her on?”, Kendra said though she could read Faith so well after all this time that she knew the Beantown native was going to push this Kate woman until she could find out why she was really here.
“Why not. If she can pay”
“Yes, I have the dep…..”, Kate said quickly before stopping her words for she was about to reveal that she had the expenses credit card of the Police Department, “….I mean my credit card”
“Fair enough”, smirked Faith as she knew she could inflate her prices astronomically for she could tell how naïve this cop was to the atmosphere of latex and degradation, “But I need to know the details of this prison thing. Kate, tell Mistress Faith the exact details of the scenario”
As Kate blushed under the dominant smile of Faith her mind twisted into dangerous aspects for now, with her secret revealed in a panicked blur of syllables, she had no way to turn back.
“I’ll catch up with you later”, said Kendra with a smirk as she turned to leave,”Faith, don’t forget you have that Satsu bitch coming down at four”
“No probs, I’ll give Angel a call and get his ass over her by three. Oh, and can you get the rubber cheerleader outfit and leave it in my playroom?”
“No problems”
Kendra stepped from the room and chuckled to herself for if this cop wanted to play then she and Faith would lead her into a game she wouldn’t believe and, once initiated, she would be loath to free herself from. As the nubile woman stepped through the small reception area her ears picked up on the crackling voice coming through the radio.
“…. are just coming through now. The latest victim’s name was Warren Mears, a student from Sunnydale University who was slain last night. Though the Police are trying to keep details at bay there is word that the young man had the letter ‘V’ carved into his cheek. The roman numeral five…..”
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