Mistress Tarah quenches the secret kinky thirsts of her wealthy clients, pushing each person’s boundaries to their limit. Whether they want to be humiliated, adored, punished or bound, she enjoys taking them into their world of fantasy, ensuring their experience with her is unequalled. Mistress Tarah thrives in her expert ability to dish out exactly the right amount of pain before pleasure, never leaving a client disappointed no matter the depth of their perversion.
Victor is a ferocious master of his own dungeon but when Mistress Tarah calls, she need only ask him to join her and he will eagerly fulfill her client’s desire of being physically overwhelmed by a musclebound, beast of a man. He has an uncanny ability of bringing both men and women to unimaginable heightened states of arousal.
When he leaves the dungeon, he becomes the gentle giant who loves and adores Mistress Tarah with a patient easiness that she doesn’t understand. The one thing she fears the most is giving her love away, no matter how much she wants to let herself fall for Victor’s gentle touch, loving arms and his promise of an everlasting love.
Her fears of meeting his family have her doubting they will accept her unconditionally if Victor reveals who she is. When one of her top clients is discovered to be an important member of Victor’s family, will this new information cast her out of his life, proving to her once again that nobody can love unconditionally… not even Victor.
After he’s dressed and his hair is combed, we get into my car and make our way through the traffic to Lacy’s. When we walk in, two people who are looking at lingerie stop talking and watch us make our way to the counter. I meet eyes with the man but don’t smile. I simply look him up and down before nodding slightly. He swallows hard, and then attempts to smile but his lips only twitch, making him appear weak to my intimidation. I could control him very easily and that bores me. I love a challenge, like Victor, for instance. The woman is looking at Victor, enjoying his leather pants and tight black t-shirt that accentuates his strong body.
Victor leans on the counter and looks at Lacy with his seductive leer while flashing his pretty-boy smile. In a his deep, testosterone riddled voice, he says, “Hello, Miss Lacy. You are looking very fine today, as always. When are you going to come to my dungeon so I can seduce you and pleasure you?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “Never, Victor. You can’t possibly please me better than my wife can because I don’t do men, no matter how large they are,” she says, and then they both laugh.
“I love you, girl!” he replies before kissing her cheek.
I lean on the counter to greet her. “Hello beautiful. The offer is always there for you and your lovely wife to come and play at my dungeon. There will be no men there.”
“Mistress, you definitely have a better shot at playing with us than Victor does but you know better than to wait by the phone for me to call.” We all chuckle. Loud enough for the other patrons to hear, she asks, “So, what can I do for you lovely dominants today?”
I explain, “Victor and I have clients that are needing some abuse. We were thinking some new leathers would be fitting. Do you have anything that might peek our interest?”
“I do indeed. Follow me,” she rounds the counter and starts walking toward the couple. “Hi folks. Do you need any help finding anything?”
The couple shake their heads while they stare at Victor and me. Victor slips his hand in his pocket and pulls out a business card, handing it to the man. He looks at it and then back at Victor as he hands it to his wife.
Victor says, “Buddy, it’s as much for you as for her.” The man looks confused for a moment but then shifts from foot to foot nervously while Victor stares at him, wearing a sexy grin.
The woman reads the card and then looks at me and asks, “Will you be there?”
“Would you like me to be?” I ask her.
“I was just curious,” she says, shaking her head and looking at the floor.
I step toward her while Lacy watches, smirking. “I didn’t ask if you were curious. I asked if you would want me to be there.”
“If we were to call this number, we’d want you both there, I suppose,” she says, clearing her throat and trying to hold my gaze but quickly looking toward Victor, who is still checking out her husband while he stands tall and rubs his tight abdominal muscles. He turns his attention to her and looks her up and down before licking his lips.
“If you call and request that we both be there, we will be. I’m sure Mistress Tarah and I could teach you a few things,” he whispers while walking closer to them, giving them a close-up view of his massive size.
Lacy steps forward, clearing her throat, “Now don’t go scaring off my customers. Let them shop without your intimidation,” she says, putting her hand on Victor’s bicep to let him know to back away. He immediately does. “I’m sorry about this big lug. He’s a pussy cat with an alley cat curiosity. Is there anything I can help you with?”