The Dominatrix Code

The Dominatrix Code

By DJ King

Inspired by the novel by Dan Brown

Chapter Two

Sitting in front of her computer in her flat in Eaton Square, the Mistress quickly composed a riddle in poetic form and posted it on The Garden of Earthly Delights website. She knew that Sanborn would figure out the anagram quickly and would go to the website to get the next clue.

She was born a dominant female. As a little girl growing up in London, she had been told that she never cried and she always got what she wanted. She was always the smartest kid in her class, but was also a smart ass who rebelled against authority, especially male authority. She matured quickly and became a sexy young girl, teasing all of the boys and men, driving them crazy with their fantasies about her. In prep school, she completely controlled the headmaster of the school and made him into her slave. He taught her about art and literature and philosophy and she taught him how to be her slave.

After she finished university, she decided to work as a professional dominatrix, and had become one of the most popular and successful pro dommes in all of England. She embodied the feminine ideal: tall slender body, hourglass figure, perky breasts, a classic beautiful face with pouty lips, pert nose, penetrating eyes and luscious long hair. During her lifetime she had fucked plenty of men in the arse with her strap-on, but had never been shagged by a man.

She specialized in sensual domination, teasing and seducing a man until he would do anything she wanted to do, just to please her. She enjoyed being worshipped and pampered and adored. Male submissives would massage her feet, but now she would only let females worship more intimate parts of her body. She also enjoyed inflicting pain and she could sometimes enter an orgasmic headspace by spanking, whipping, caning a consensual male or female pain slut. And for a privileged few, she would whiz in their mouths and baptize their bodies with her golden sacramental wine.

For her, S&M combined the sensual, with the mental, with the spiritual. She liked to involve all fives senses in her sessions: sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. The Mistress liked the intellectual aspects: the creative roleplay, the artistic and literary inspirations, the skills and the psychological mind fuck. She was also a very spiritual person and considered the S&M rituals as a way of worshiping and communing with the higher being.

The upstairs of her Eaton Square flat was her impeccably decorated living area and office, downstairs was her fully equipped Gothic dungeon, complete with suspension swings, stocks, crosses, and her extensive collection of whips, paddles, canes and dildos.

It started off as the longest day of the year, the sun rising again a little before five o'clock in the morning. Yesterday had been one of those English days when you felt all four seasons in a single day, starting off with a cool blustery morn, followed by springtime showers around noon, then giving way to the midday sun that removed clothing, and finally a return to chill after sunset late in the day.

“Good Morning, Mistress!”

Kristen brought the Mistress her morning coffee, scones and jam on a sterling silver breakfast tray. Kristen was The Mistress’ post-op transsexual assistant and a TS Mistress in training, a former Manchester United footballer who had switched gender for The Mistress. He had turned into a beautiful young woman, 6 feet two inches tall, with large breasts and now had a pussy instead of a cock.

“Krissy, let’s start packing,” the Mistress instructed her.

“What do you want to bring?”

“Let’s see, we’ll need handcuffs and the ball gag, the collar and leash, the ankle shackles…..mmmmm…a blindfold …oh yeah…the branding iron, some rope and a knife, and the big strap-on.”

“What do you want to bring to wear for the entire weekend?”

“My Emma Peel latex catsuit, my red PVC mini-skirt, my long black satin opera gloves, my thigh high stiletto black leather boots, my purple corset, my leather thong and bra, my black leather trenchcoat, my six inch pumps…oh yeah, don’t forget the red velvet vestments for the ceremony.”

“I can hardly wait to show everyone my new pussy!” Kristen said proudly. “How many do you think will be there?”

“Oh, about a hundred or so,” the Mistress replied.

“I am really looking forward to this weekend,” Kristen said.

“Yes, it is going to be a special day."

It had been over a fortnight since Kristen had completed her SRS - Sexual Reassignment Surgery - but she was still doing her vaginal dilation exercises. Christopher started out as one of the Mistress' cross-dressing sissyboys and eventually became her Personal Slave, running errands, doing chores around the flat, helping put on the Mistress' make-up. Then, he decided to go all the way and over the course of a couple of years, he became a she.

England has one of the oldest and kinkiest S&M scenes in the world. During the 17^th, 18^th and 19^th centuries, brothels and ladies of the evening had their own dungeon rooms, equipped with some of the same torture devices used in the Tower of London. English gentlemen would pay women to beat them, to whip them, to spank them and to humiliate them. In October of every year, London hosts the Rubber Ball, where thousands of rubber and latex fetishists from around the world come to play and party. But The Garden of Earthly Delights is a far more exclusive event and entirely outdoors.

The Mistress had been specially selected Sanborn for The Garden of Earthly Delights and she knew that he was entirely under her control. He was devoted, intelligent, sexually gifted and a fine physical specimen. The Mistress had no doubts that he would figure out the clues, find the locations and be able to perform what was going to be asked of him.

On The Garden of Earthly Delights website, the Mistress posted the next clue….

An ancient queen stands on London’s shore,

who ruled over men and excelled in war.

Killing a stronger foe she sought to unseat

She chose to die rather than accept defeat.

to be continued...click here for Chapter 3