“Please, Mistress, can you use cold water next time?”
She grinned. “No.”
Saturday night Reva had only one client. It was the boyfriend who’d dumped Becca on the day she met me. He’d called to say he missed her. Reva said she missed him, too, and had something very special in store if he wanted to come over. She called it “dominatrix play” rather than the blowjob he expected. Once she restrained him I could tell from his muffled cries that she went a lot harder than she did with me, but when he came, he came so hard that he passed out. She nicknamed him “Tiny.” There was no talk of a return visit.
Tuesday was more ball-slapping, and Wednesday another spanking. This time I wasn’t unlocked. Reva had me bend over and hold my own ankles. When I begged her to stop, my cries only seemed to enc
