The Dominatrix Code

The Dominatrix Code

By DJ King

Inspired by the novel by Dan Brown

Chapter One

Tyler Sanborn opened his eyes the second the telephone started to ring in his hotel room. “Where the fuck am I?” was his first thought, but then it all came back to him and he remembered his location.

Ritz Hotel, London

The phone rang a second time to remind him it needed to be answered. But he hesitated before picking up, thinking “who could it be?” assuring himself that no one knew where he was. Not even The Agency.

A third ring. He picked up.

Before he could say a word...

“Hello Love…How is my nasty little cock slave this morning?”

It was the soft sultry British accent of his Mistress. The sound of her voice automatically made his cock grow inside The Rings of Hell, which was locked on to his penis. The Rings of Hell is a chastity device, comprised of elastic rubber rings that fit over the cock and balls and around the shaft, like a Slinky. The Rings tighten when the cock becomes erect, but does not allow ejaculation. It is a torment worthy of Dante’s Inferno.

“Good….Mistress,” he replied in mid-yawn.

“Oh, did I knock up my slave too early?” the Mistress responded. “You have some morning wood, don’t you my slave?...doesn’t your cock belong to me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, all 12 months of the year?”

“Yes it does, Mistress,” he agreed.

“And how long has it been since you wanked your cock and been allowed to shoot your wad?”

“Ninety days now, Mistress,” he answered without having to think about it.

“That’s right, I remember…I milked your cock and made you eat your spunk for me…isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he obediently replied.

“And you ate it all up, didn’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, like a good slave.”

“Well, soon I will have need of your seed again and you will be able to spill your man milk…but not yet.”

“I look forward to it, Mistress.”

“You will do anything I tell you to do, won’t you my Slave?”

“No matter how nasty,” he responded.

“But first, a little clue for you…listen carefully….”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered, “I am listening.”

Her soft husky whisper spoke the words...

“The Star defends The Holy Grail”

The phone hung up and he was jarred back to reality by the sound of the dial tone.

The message was obviously an anagram. The Mistress liked to play mind games with him, to tease him, to challenge him, to test him. One of the things she would do is give him puzzles and riddles and anagrams to figure out as clues to what was in store for him. Figuring out encryptions was one of the things he was good at, he used to work as an analyst for the Central Intelligence Agency.

But he also belonged to a far more secret organization than the CIA. He was also a Third Degree Mason, and a member of Skull and Bones, the secret fraternity of Yale graduates that has included some of the most powerful men in the world as members, including Presidents, cabinet members, senators, major corporation CEOs, and CIA agents.

The man in the cock coil was in his late forties, but stayed in excellent shape, working out four times a week. He had gradually changed from a handsome stud to a distinguished gentleman, still considered sexy. As a CIA agent, he knew how to keep secrets, perform quick analysis and had been trained to tolerate intense pain in case he was ever tortured. The Rings of Hell on his cock kept him focused and under The Mistress’s control.

Sanborn had quit the Agency about a year ago, and soon after he met and fell under the spell of the Mistress. Now, he was completely devoted to her and willing to do anything she asked him to do and endure and enjoy any pain she inflicted. Deep down he had always been a submissive and a masochist, but it was the Mistress who taught him how to enjoy it.

The Mistress had put him in the Rings of Hell three months ago, and since that time he had been traveling around the world. He had flown back to London that day and checked into the Ritz, trying to get a good nights sleep when the phone rang.

Sanborn had always been very good at playing Scrabble and doing The Jumble in the newspaper. He could look at a word phrase and rearrange the letters inside his head, without pencil and paper. He quickly re-scrambled the letters in the anagram until it spelled out the title of a famous work of art.

The Garden of Earthly Delights

A three panel painting by Hieronymus Bosch, finished around 1500. One of the earliest and most famous works of surrealism, the triptych depicts The Garden of Eden, Heaven and Hell. Among the detailed scenes are depictions and representations of sado-masochism, flagellation, suspension bondage, piercing, anal sex, enemas, defecation, urination, and the painting is full of phallic, vaginal and autoerotic symbolism.

He also knew that The Garden of Earthly Delights was the name of England’s most infamous S&M event.

to be continued...click here for Chapter 2

inset from Hell, the third pane of The Garden of Earthly Delights