There was an energy to it the woman wasn’t there yet but one could feel everyone present was ill at ease as though something or someone was missing. The moment she walked in the room heads began to turn.
A woman…a Mistress…perhaps even the rarefied air that came with the description as a Goddess.
Kate Halifax had grown use to it since the days of her youth when she first began to blossom into her femininity those around her would defer to her intelligence, beauty and presence. Graduating from university a year early a Masters in finance came with awards in IT coding before she collected her doctorate in psychology at the age of 26.
The world of business awaited out of her 20’s by the time she was 39 Kate had become the owner of a successful ‘umbrella’ financial firm with a valuation over a 300 million from the suite of companies.
Now what she most enjoyed doing was promoting female empowerment while crushing the hopes of men seeking to get the better of her. Kate often accomplished it by identifying then purchasing the struggling companies they worked at with a knack for turning them more profitable.
Now calling it more a hobby than a profession the woman had a dark side to her she kept well hidden. Her time pursuing her PhD in psychology had Kate delving into the world of Dominatrices and submission.
Thinking it interesting the concept of physical and mental and emotional dependence towards a woman had Kate spending a year’s time as a submissive to a mistress that would end up becoming her mentor in the dark arts of domination and male obedience.
‘They are to be looked on as inferior creatures quite capable of being tamed, trained and broken until all that remains is a blank canvas ready to made into the image and likeness of the superior woman that is dominating them. For some the life of being turned t-girl is for the best. Let’s remember every male brought to the light of the feminine is another checkmark for the advancement of matriarchy’.
The comment from Dominatrix Valerie Valenti had always stayed with her as Kate after graduating from sub to Dominant crossed over to that position where she too was looked on as a talented BDSM mistress.
Becoming more than friends Valerie saw her personal wealth increase investing as a silent partner in many a venture Kate Halifax included her in.
Form follows function flaring from the hips the midnight-black leathered feminine-cut trousers had been specially tailored to fit her long legs and rounded bottom. A hint of a camel-toe look between her legs at 6’ 1” Kate let the ‘click-clack’ of the 4” heels announce her arrival. The pair of leather boots seemed to give just the right bounce to her sumptuous d-cup breasts.
Barely concealed in the La Perla lace bra the woman wore the semi-sheer ivory colored chiffon blouse well. It was as though a look of feminine whimsy was a birth right with the 6 pearl buttons ending past the billowing sleeves on each arm.
A wind-swept look to her shoulder length hair had it tight on the left side while the right was free to flow how it might from the off-center part. The first a carat and half the three diamond earring studs on each were smaller in size as they moved back up the ear.
A single two carat one of the same cut held its place on the thin silver platinum necklace. Resting in the V-neck opening of the blouse with 3 left unbuttoned the glittering diamond pulled one’s eyes towards her luscious bosom.
The deep red lipstick had always been a constant with the assortment of colors on her face surrounding it and the dark shade of eyeshadow and mascara creating a contrast.
Kate had long since lost track of the many awards she had received in the past. The NAWBL event was different it had been a source of contacts early in her career that provided traction helping to make her who she was today.
Looking around the room before the awards ceremony took place as everyone sat ready for lunch the woman got a secret charge that the group of mostly women was being waited on by an all-male staff. She couldn’t help yet think had it been 20 or 30 years previous it would have been females waiting on men comfortably surrounded by others from ‘the old boy network’.
Another night of drinking interrupted by daylight Patrick Sellers still felt hungover. Sitting at the table with his business partner Sam Skelton truth was he didn’t want to be at the monthly ‘Northwestern Alliance Woman’s business luncheon or NAWBL as many called it.
Desperate for an investor to keep things afloat at S & S Inc. a wife of friend suggested they meet with Kate Halifax. An undercurrent of misogyny to it part of him had always hated to see successful women.
Their company had started out well progressing in steady growth the first 8 years since its inception. Gradually Pacific-rim companies led by the Chinese and their ability to manufacture products with what some would call slave labor chipped away at its sales until it was in a fight for its existence.
“Hello Ma’am…Sam Skelton…S&S manufacturing.”
Signing an autograph for a young female-alpha accountant who wished she was Kate the woman spoke without looking up at him.
“Yes …go ahead.”
She looked at the 20-something girl flashing her a quick smile before Kate spoke.
“Always be moving in the direction of your dreams.”
Nodding her head back the words Kate both said and written above her name would inspire the bright women for much of the next year.
“Humm…yes I’m Sam and this is my partner Patrick my friend sent you our financials….we were wondering if we might talk to you about taking a piece of our firm.”
The 30 second hesitation to respond felt like an hour. Under his phony smile Patrick seethed at the idea a woman would be the one that helped bail them out.
Like a gunslinger from the old west using both barrels Kate immediately showed her intelligence as to matters concerning business.
“I looked yet saw no long-term strategy or planning or goals for that matter…what is the current state of your credit allowances…are there any back-tax issues…do you own you own property or do you lease both the warehouse and or office building…is there a loss of income insurance as a hedge against inflation?”
There was a lot to unpack on hearing Kate express the array of questions. Sam glanced at his partner Patrick and could see he was still shaking the cobwebs out from a night of boozing the day before.
The woman displayed why she was a financial wizard.
“I’ll tell you right now I’m only interested in an equity stake that comes with equivalent taxable yield should things remain in the red…also I would add with conditions that have time constraints…should goals not be met…let’s just say you might be working for me instead of being the owners….by that I mean a contractual obligation that you’ll actually be given jobs in the day-to-day operation forfeiting any monetary compensation as to the value of your shares should you not work.”
“Hummm yea...sure whatever you say Ms. Halifax.”
Sam blurted it out without truly realizing the full implications. Kate detected a hesitancy on Patrick’s part. Turning away ready to move on she spoke.
“I’ll come by your office day after tomorrow…shall we say Friday at 10?”
More statement than question Sam nodded his head in agreement while Patrick remained still.
In the parking lot Sam looked at his partner.
‘Don’t even say it Patrick…you know we need a bailout….I have an appointment…can you handle the office and get the checks out.”
“Fine Sam…then I’ll go back and close up the office for the day.”
Pulling into the garage of their building Patrick knew who he could take out his angst on. Sally Wilson had been the quiet type of a secretary one who figured being both physically and mentally abused came with the job. Seeing him walk in she expected to be on her knees sucking him off after being slapped around once every one had gone home.
Friday morning the woman swooshed on some more foundation swirling the brush in small circles before pulling back hoping the purple discoloring wouldn’t be noticed.
A glance in the mirror in the ladies room she was looking forward to meeting Kate Halifax having read much about her on internet business sites.
Whip smart Sally Wilson had been working her way up the secretarial latter having to put up with male prejudice every step of the way.
As Sam and Patrick waited in the conference room Sally greeted Kate with a smile. The woman had seen it before as she shook Sally’s hand. A brief look sent her way Kate could tell Sally was a victim of physical abuse quite likely at the hands of one of the two men she worked for.
“Here’s my card ..I want you to call me later after you’re off work…understood….I have a few ideas if I do anything here along with a couple of questions I want straight answers for.”
“Yes Ms. Halifax.’
“It’s Kate Sally and your days of being abused have come to an end…email me your CV in the mean-time.”
The 10 o’clock meeting dragged into the afternoon a brief time out for sandwiches was followed by going over spread sheets as Kate searched for a reason why she and Patrick could go out for drinks later.
The intercom light lit up on the phone.
“Yes Sally what is it?”
Hearing Sam’s voice she responded.
“Your wife Evelyn called to remind you that the two of you have a dinner engagement in an hour and not to be late.”
Alpha in her own way Sam knew better than to tempt the rath of the woman whose family inheritance had supplied his part of the money he’d used to start the company.
“Thanks Sally I appreciate it…tell her I’ll meet her there….hey we’re off Monday due to the holiday so don’t forget.”
Just then Patrick spoke up.
“Say why don’t you bring in that bottle of wine near my desk with two glasses for Kate an I …thanks doll.”
Lacking the respectful tone he’d come to expect the brief reply came back from the woman.
At the bar of her favorite tavern Kate let the bartender know what to do. With Patrick in the booth she went up and brought back the bottle of Gin and one of his favorite Vodka’s for him.
With Gin a mark can’t tell if it’s been watered-down.
“I don’t know how you can drink that Gin straight…me I’m a vodka man.”
It was a challenge of sorts to see who could out-drink the other. As he began to slur his words Kate moved in for the assault.
“So you come on as so macho…yet have you ever been with a woman who knows she’s better than you?”
The fuse was lit would he take the bait and respond letting his simmering hostility towards women as a whole rise to the surface.
“Whatever you’ve got I can handle….I’ve seen broads like you before…they think their so smart…conducting business should be left to men…after all it’s a man’s world….I say let the women folk stay at home and clean that’s what their good at….taking care of the man’s needs both in and out of the bedroom”
Taking a sip of his vodka he chuckled hoping to sting her with the comment.
“That is if they’re not pole dancing shaking their ass and tits.”
Kate remained nonplussed showing little emotion while realizing the booze just as she’d hoped had lowered his defenses.
“Why you sound like an errant child that needs to be spanked….I wouldn’t even need the whole weekend…I’d have you in tears come Saturday night…hmmm shall we make a wager…you spend tonight being restrained in the place of my choosing and if no tears…than I’ll let you have your way with me?”
“You’re on lady.”
Sizing him up she paused if she had ‘fangs’ she would have shown them.
“Oh you’ll be calling me more than Lady by the time I’m through with you little one.”
His reaction to her words was enough he drew back. At her height of 6’ 1” he had Kate by 20 pounds yet could tell she wasn’t intimidated at all.
“Leave your car here….I’ll be taking you for a ride.”
The way she said it let him know she was used to giving orders.
The haunting tones of the group ‘Enigma’ played in the back ground. Part rock part uncategorized synthetic-moog instruments mingled with a sprinkling of classical composition filled the silence in her dungeon.
The ball-gag silencing him Patrick gave a tug to both wrists secured as he was to the brick wall. A subtle dampness in the air added to the mysterious feeling of being held captive by a woman he would come to learn was a true Dominatrix in every sense of the word.
He had lost track of time but remembered seeing the muted slave wearing just a hood with eye-slits come up to him. In the back of the hood a well-managed ponytail sprouted out from an opening.
Patrick had never seen a locked chastity cage before. Silently the muted male used a sharp scissors to strip away his pants and shirts and underwear and socks. Thinking it odd he wondered why a man in his early 40’s had no hair on his thin framed body with a hint of a bosom to it.
He held up the wallet and keys letting Patrick see him place them in a small velvet bag before leaving with them. Worldly concerns like money and his car and what bills to pay drifted away.
A subtle drum back-beat moved the music along as the soft ‘wop…wop…wop’ of what like sounded like an techno-keyboard played melodically lowering his heart beat. A female singer sang in a sultry voice using French lyrics near the end of the piece as it blended into another similar yet different selection.
The next song sounded like some kind of Gregorian chant when it began as the rhythmic drum beat picked up once more raising his heat rate. The flute became the primary instrument accompanied by the French accent and words of the female singer. A small sound of a guitar wining added a hint of apprehension in what Patrick thought might happen.
‘Mea cupla….mea culpa…mea culpa’…to hear the Latin expression sung endlessly over and over with a French accent was un-nerving. It brought him back to the days of his youth and a church that preached of guilt and sin as tenants of its religion while its priests in the thousands over the decades committed their own spiritual malfeasance with novice young naïve males.
As the music faded Patrick could hear the tell-tale sound of her stiletto boots drawing near. Walking into the room a bird sat on her shoulder. It looked to be some kind of blackbird. Taking flight flapping its wings the bird swirled around the damp dungeon moving in a circle.
It scared the hell out of him likely from the fact he was helpless to do anything about it. Over and over it flew as both he and Kate watched before she stuck her open palm out. It’s been said people of higher consciousness possess a powerful energy field that attracts animals and humans alike.
Landing in place she whispered something as though it was just her and her trained pet of a blackbird there.
The woman spoke 6 languages yet used French and the Latin for her purposes in the moment. Confidently striding up Mistress Kate lifted his chin using the leather tipped riding crop. Waiting just the right amount she let him take in the look of her corset partially hidden by a black leather long-coat as she readied to speak.
‘Mea culpa…mea culpa…mea maxima culpa a la deese’…..
‘through my own fault …through my own fault…through my most grievous fault ….a la deese…towards the Goddess’
For some reason feeling guilty he looked down. Had she figured it out that it was him that had abused Sally Wilson the secretary in their office? His head stayed down staring at his limp dick.
Kate opened the drawer of the small 1’ by 1’ four-legged antique table to pull out the items. Silently he looked on hefting his balls she slid the round metal piece around the base of the ball-sac. Next came a 3” metal cage that accepted the body of his penis before he heard the lock click.
In all of 30 seconds Patrick had lost control of the one thing a man never wants to lose jurisdiction of. He couldn’t even call it a cock…not the way it looked being caged and locked.
Lifting his chin the woman had an air of authority to her as she ran her hand along his 5 o’clock shadow as if to say I hate facial hair as you will come to find out.
Spellbound he looked on as she eased the leather posture collar in place on his neck. Suddenly he understood he really could only look forward and not back.
Trying to move his head he could feel the leather rubbing on his neck. Perhaps it was a physical metaphor for what was to come in his life….that whatever he had to be guilty for in the past would determine what lie in his future moving forward.
Just as quickly as she had arrived…saying only the lyrics of the ‘mea-culpa’ caveat towards a Goddess…Kate left just as swiftly.
The classic Enigma song ’Return to innocence’ started to play ‘…..oooohhhh ….aaahhhhhh…hhiiiiyayyyy….ooohhhhh….yiiiyyyaaaa’…the beginning sounded Native American in origin before the female singer took over in French tinged English.
‘Love….devotion….feelings…..emotion…..don’t be afraid to be weak…don’t feel proud to be strong….look into your heart….to return to yourself…..’
Once more the native chant joined in. oooohhhh ….aaahhhhhh …hhiiiiyayyyy ….ooohhhhh…. yiiiyyyaaaa’
Secured cuffed to a wall his penis caged as though a mere after-thought with collar in place Patrick was about to learn what a submissive has to. That being restrained and reduced to submission one only has his mind with the feelings and emotions that always come. One can never stop the thoughts and what they bring.
The words of the songs…’were they meant for him?…was he to learn that he would come to ‘Love’ his goddess?….that he would come to be ‘Devoted’ to his goddess…accepting the feelings and emotions that it was best he displayed his weakness letting go of the illusion he was strong…’
Waking up he realized he must have passed out. His first thought was ‘at least it wasn’t from drinking’. Patrick felt a coolness on his skin only able to use his eyes he lowered them. His head jolted back restrained though it was.
Gone…somehow every ounce of hair on his body below his neck was removed. Men have hair and usually lots of it. Young boys don’t or at best barely. A typical male thought he wondered what any of his friends would say to see him as hairless as a lovely ‘twink’ of a gay-boy.
It made Patrick feel diminished in some way sensing he was less than what he had been when he first arrived. Feeling anxious he wondered if Kate would be back soon.