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‘… he has succeeded in making something totally outrageous sound entirely plausible… And he has done so erotically…’
What inspired you to write your book?
This story is based on a discussion I had with a successful ‘Mistress” who had started her ‘studio’ when she was laid off. Most of the content is authentic, which makes for fascinating reading
Here is a short sample from the book:
The bell rang at exactly 4 p.m. and she opened the door.
“Yes; do come in” she said in a gentle but firm voice and closed the door behind him. A single glance was enough; in his early forties; his hair neatly groomed, an expensive sweater and tan slacks, brightly polished black leather shoes; probably a well to do lawyer or stockbroker. He stood in the hallway, looking scared and lost and casting surreptitious looks at her as he handed her the fee.
She surely was an arresting sight; she radiated domination with her tight, low-cut dress that showed her generous cleavage, her high, spike-heeled boots and her black elbow length gloves.
“Follow me”, she said and she took the customer down the basement stairs. She caught his scared look when they entered the ‘studio’ and put him on a black leather stool in a corner, opposite her ‘throne.’
“Is this your first time?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress! I am Mistress Miko. And what is your name?”
“Uh, my name is Peter Mistress.”
“Listen Peter; remember that we are considerate with newcomers but severe with people who are experienced. Do you understand?”
“Now tell me why you want to be punished.”
“I … it is something from my youth”, he said hesitatingly.
“Well, what about it?”
“It was my aunt, my mother’s elder sister. I was staying with her for the weekend. I was twelve then.”
“I broke a vase, an expensive one. She was mad at me; pulled me across her lap and spanked me. She pulled down my pants and underpants and I could see inside her dress. Her breasts were big and beautiful. And then …”
His voice trailed off, as if he was reliving a memory.
“She pulled me across her lap and her skirt rode up all the way and … and … I could see her crotch. She had no knickers on…”