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  Table of Contents

  Mistress Bonita

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Thank you

  Mistress Bonita

  Copyright © 2016 Ellie Norton

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  Cover Photo Credit: Savanna Lee

  Licensed under CC BY-ND 2.0

  Chapter 1

  What the hell am I getting myself into? I thought to myself as I finished setting up my equipment in the opulent mansion's ballroom. I'd been working in LA, struggling to land a contract with one of the record labels for two years when my manager, Katie, came to me with this job. She told me it was a private party that required the highest level of discretion, but had the potential to launch my career. I was intrigued and asked for more details. Katie didn't have many details, just that it was being hosted by one of the executives at Atlantic Records with a very exclusive guest list. I had agreed immediately, it was the kind of job that I had dreamed of. I started doubting my decision when I received a non-disclosure agreement before the contract. It was strange, but I shoved aside the worry beginning to knot in my stomach and signed it. The contract was immediately faxed over. The party was to be a private, invite-only BDSM party. I had to swallow hard before reading over the rest of the contract. It stated that all in attendance would be required to wear a mask as a precaution to protect their identities. I was to be respectful of the dommes, and only to accept requests for the submissives, if they invoked their owner's name. I hated to admit this to myself, but I found myself becoming aroused at the thought of this party. I'd never actually experienced anything like this, but the thought had crossed my mind before.

  During my sophomore year at college, I'd been forced to admit to myself that I was a lesbian after my failed relationship with my boyfriend at the time, Harold. With this newfound understanding, I found myself spending too much time fantasizing about the girls in my sorority.

  One Saturday night, I found myself in Barnes & Noble, perusing the lesbian fiction section. I was trying desperately to find a distraction and found a book called The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien. I didn't realize it was a BDSM book when I bought it, but damn it was hot. It kind of stuck with me over the years, but I never dated anyone who was interested in exploring it, so I never pursued it.

  I finished my setup and looked around the ballroom for the first time in a while. The stage on the other side of the room had finished being set up and waiters were beginning to file into the room. I stopped to gape at them. They were all wearing black domino masks with thick leather collars and small swathes of leather over their junk. The male waiters did nothing for me, but the women made the breath catch in my throat and my underwear grow damp. Shit, it was going to be a long night. I rubbed my suddenly damp palms on the legs of the leather pants I had bought for the occasion and glanced down at the clock on my laptop. The party was scheduled to start in 5 minutes. I quickly cued up the first song I had chosen and let the deep bass fill the room, before grabbing my own black and red mask and tying it into place.

  As soon as it was in place, the party's host, Darrin Bellinger, breezed into the room. He was pulling a young male submissive behind him with a leash. He posed just inside the room as he took in the waiters, stage and the music. After a moment, he turned to me with a smile before crossing the room to me.

  "Ah, Rachel, this is great."

  "Thanks, sir. I'm glad you like it. Is there anything specific you'd like from me tonight?" I asked nervously.

  He just laughed, "No, just judge the crowd and go from there. I've been told that you are good at that."

  I was confused. Who would he know that would say that about me? "Thank you. I do try."

  "I'm glad. I don't want to be disappointed." He said with a smile. I swallowed hard, trying to force the butterflies in my stomach to calm. "Oh, I almost forgot, there will be a scene on the stage later tonight. Mistress Bonita has asked that you provide a soundtrack for her. I'm sure that she will come speak to you about it when she arrives."

  "Um, sure." I said, feeling my nerves intensify.

  He smiled graciously and said, "You'll be fine."

  Before I could thank him again, the doorbell rang, signaling the first guest's arrival. Darrin immediately turned, forgetting my presence and hurried to greet the guest. I forced several deep breaths into my lungs, realizing that this gig could make or break my career and I would find myself face to face with a dominatrix soon. What the fuck did I get myself into? I realized that the song had almost ended and I turned back to my computer, focusing on the music and forcing my anxieties to the back of my mind.

  When I looked up from the computer, my breath caught and heat rushed through me. A woman had entered the ballroom, wearing a red leather corset, skin tight black leather leggings and thigh high boots that matched her corset. Her matching red mask drew my attention to her plump red lips. It took me a minute to notice the woman she had leashed at her side. The submissive was wearing a thin mesh dress, with only a thin strip of fabric covering her sex under it. Her only other covering was the small black domino mask and a thick red collar that matched her mistress' attire. I was completely taken by surprise by the sudden wave of jealousy I felt for the submissive. Shit, I am in so much trouble, I thought to myself as I forced my eyes away from the pair. I tried desperately to focus on my job, but as the room slowly filled, I found myself continuously being distracted by the guests. By the end of the first hour, I was almost painfully aroused and I saw no end in sight. I clenched my jaw against my desire and switched the music again, going for a more mellow tone as most of the dommes were chatting.

  "Hello," said a husky voice from behind me.

  The sound sent chills running down my spine and I quickly turned around. The domme in front of me was stunning. Her blonde hair was pulled into a severe ponytail and she was dressed in a skin-tight leather cat suit, with knee high 5 inch stilettos that made her tower above me. The deep v-cut of the outfit prominently displayed her ample cleavage. I forced my eyes to meet her startling green ones. They seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't place where I knew those eyes from. My breath caught and I had to clear my throat before I was able to stutter out a reply.

  "Um, hello." I saw her eyes widen in shock at my reaction to her, before changing into a smirking grin that I could see through her black and silver domino mask. She stared at me with that smirk until I shifted under her gaze and forced myself to ask, "What can I do for you?" It came out breathy and I felt a blush rise in my cheeks in response.

  She chuckled and spoke in a husky purr. "I believe that Darrin mentioned that I would be coming to talk to you about the music for my scene."

  "Right. What would you like?" I asked, forcing my foggy mind to focus back on the music.

  She smiled and told me what she was looking for. The discussion helped to clear my head further, this domme knew her music. I had to ask her to wait while I changed the music several times, but she was patient and I felt myself relaxing in her presence. I still couldn't figure out why she seemed so familiar, but I was enjoying myself too much to care.

  Sometime later, we were interrupted when a small submissive came over and hovered next to the domme and waited to be acknowledged. Wi
th a huff, the domme turned to the girl and snapped, "What?"

  The sub flinched and carefully keeping her eyes downcast, she said, "Mistress Bonita, I was told to come to you. Master Darrin says that it's time for our scene."

  "Fine, wait for me next to the stage," she snapped out before turning back to me, not waiting to see if the submissive followed her command. "Well, DJ, play good music for me," she purred.

  I shuddered and heat flooded my system again. "I will."

  She smirked, and let her eyes trail down my body before locking gazes with me again. "Until later, then," she said before turning to stride purposely across the room.

  I couldn't help but watch her walk away. Just before she reached the stage, Mistress Bonita glanced back at me, and grinned when she saw that I saw staring. She winked before turning back to move to her submissive. I bit my lip against the whimper that wanted to escape. I wanted that domme, but I couldn't have her. I had been hired to DJ, not fuck the guests. I let out a shuddering sigh and turned to my computer. I took a second to choose the first song before carefully building the transition. As the first notes of the new song emerged from the old one, Mistress Bonita's head snapped to me and she grinned. I felt relief flood through me at her pleasure and I smiled back.

  The show was intense and I was trembling with need by the end of it. When the domme instructed her sub to strip for the crowd, I became uncomfortably aware of how similar she was in appearance to me. She was close to my own height and slender with it. Her brown hair hung down her back in soft curls and she even had several tattoos decorating her smooth skin. At this realization I looked to Mistress Bonita and saw her watching me with a smirk. I turned back to the computer to hide my confusion and mixed in a new song. When I looked up, the domme had shackled the girl over a bench and she was watching me as she pulled a flogger from the table on the side of the stage. Her eyes remained locked on mine for a moment longer as she raised the soft leather and brought it down across the sub's back. Somehow, I knew in that moment that the similarities between me and the other girl were intentional and my center clenched in response. How the hell do I know that stunning blonde? I thought to myself. I couldn't come up with an answer and I had to give up when those stunning green eyes met mine again from across the room. Each time, the domme picked up a new toy from the table, or shifted the submissive to a new position, Mistress Bonita's eyes found me. My breath grew short and I watched the performance intensely, feeling almost as though I was the one shackled and helpless before her.

  When the scene ended, I was at once relieved and disappointed. With trembling fingers, I shifted the music to something slower again and watched as Mistress Bonita gently helped the young submissive down from the stage and into the arms of two other subs, who quickly helped her from the room. The domme was pulled into excited conversation as soon as she stepped from the stage. She looked frustrated, but met my eyes with a smoldering look that left me gasping.

  Hours later, the party was winding down and I was relieved. Mistress Bonita had not come back to speak with me, and I'd lost track of her some time ago. I assumed she had left. Darrin made his way back over to me, still pulling his sub behind him. He was grinned when he reached my table. "Excellent, Rachel. You were wonderful."

  "Thank you, Sir. It was my pleasure." I told him honestly.

  He nodded, as though he expected the answer. "You can go ahead and pack up. I'll have your car brought around to make it easier to load your equipment."

  "Thank you, but that's not necessary."

  He waved off my protest. "I insist. Have a good night." And then he was gone. I just had to shake my head before turning to my equipment. True to his word, my car was waiting for me outside. I quickly loaded up my car, feeling a pang of regret that I wouldn't get one final look at Mistress Bonita before I left.

  I was taking my last load of stuff to my car when I froze in my tracks. The domme was leaning against my car, waiting. When she saw me standing like an idiot on the stairs leading from the house, she smirked. Immediately, my center clenched and my breath caught in my throat.

  "I thought you'd left." I finally managed to say.

  "No, I was waiting for you," she purred as she moved over to me and took the bag from my hands.

  I felt a tremor run through me, but I tried to ignore it. "Why?"

  "I think you know why." She said, moving back to my car and carefully placing the bag into my back seat.

  I did know why she would wait for me. But I couldn't bring myself to admit it to her. I forced a smirk onto my lips, moving down to stand by the driver's door and said, "Sorry, but I don't know."

  She was suddenly too close. I could feel the heat of her body against mine even though she didn't touch me. "I saw the way you reacted to my little performance, DJ." I gasped as my center clenched and began to throb with need. I couldn't find the words to answer her as I met her gaze and saw her eyes darken with desire. "She looked so much like you. Did you imagine that it was you up there?" she asked huskily.

  I couldn't resist her any longer and I nodded.

  Her smile was instantaneous. "Do you want to be at my mercy?"

  Again, I could only nod.

  "Answer me!" She snapped.

  "Yes," I whispered as another shudder ran through me.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Mistress Bonita." I gasped, feeling ever more aroused.

  Her smiled was predatory as she said, "Good. Now give me your keys."

  "What?" I asked startled.

  "I don't appreciate having to repeat myself. I said give me your keys. I am going to drive us to my house." She snapped out.

  That tone of voice was very familiar, but I still couldn't place it. As I was trying to puzzle it out, the domme lost patience. She fisted her hand in my hair and yanked my head to the side, biting hard into my neck. A low needy moan fell from my lips and I lost my train of thought. She released me and stared down at me, her lips a thin angry line.

  "I'm sorry, Mistress," I gasped, handing her my keys.

  Her lips lifted into a smirk as she took the keys and climbed behind the driver's seat. Am I really doing this? I asked myself. Hell yes! I thought and raced to the other side of the car to climb into the passenger seat. The domme just smirked at me before turning on the car and racing down the driveway.

  I watched her as she drove, I just couldn't help myself. I found myself wanting to run my fingers through her hair, but I stopped myself, unsure of whether she would allow the touch. I also wanted to remove her mask and see her face, but I definitely thought that was out of the question. She glanced at me and when she saw my eyes on her she smiled.

  After several minutes of silence, she asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

  "No," I answered honestly.

  "But you've wanted to?" She asked, making it a question rather than a statement.

  "Yes, I've thought about it, but I've never had the opportunity before tonight." I said feeling a blush heat my cheeks under the mask.

  She glanced back at me with another smirk. "Then there are some things we need to discuss."

  "Alright."

  "First, you will address me as 'Mistress,' or 'Mistress Bonita' at all times."

  "Ok."

  "If I ask you a direct question, you must answer honestly. Do not just give me whatever answer you think I want to hear. Do you understand?"

  "Yes," I said. She shot a glare at me, and I quickly added, "Yes, Mistress."

  "Good. This may get intense, if it becomes too much for you, say 'red' and I will immediately stop and we will discuss what happened and whether we will continue with something different, or stop for the night."

  "Why 'red', Mistress?" I asked.

  She smiled at me before turning back to look at the road. "Would you prefer another word?"

  I thought about it. "No, Mistress. That's fine."

  "Alright, now I need for you to be completely honest with me. What are you interested in me doing to you?"

  I stop
ped breathing as I was flooded with embarrassment. "I, uh…um…"

  The domme just chuckled. "I have to know, DJ. I don't know what your limits are and I don't want you to have to use your safe word."

  I thought about it, and what she said made sense, so I struggled to find the words to express what I wanted.

  She sighed as the silence stretched between us. "Why don't you tell me what you don't want, and we'll go from there."

  That was easier to answer. "I don't want anything in my butt. That's—just gross."

  Mistress Bonita laughed again. "Ok, what else?"

  I thought about it, thinking about the books I had read. "Um, I don't like cold, so please no ice."

  "Alright. Anything else?"

  "I don't know."

  She nodded. "Ok, was there anything about what you saw earlier that that turned you on?"

  "All of it," I gasped, feeling my center throb at the memory.

  The smirk was back as the domme said, "Excellent."

  My breath caught as I finally realized that this was really happening. I let out a shaky breath as we pulled into the driveway of a large one story house. I climbed out of the car on unsteady legs and followed the domme into the house. Mistress Bonita led me towards the back of the house after dropping my car keys on a table just inside the door. I only glimpsed tasteful furniture as we passed the rooms in the front of the house. My mistress opened the door to the back bedroom and ushered me in. I gasped as a shudder ran through me as I took in the room. It was lit with a muted glow from several wall sconces. Against the far wall there was a king size bed with several metal rings attached to the headboard. One wall held a large cabinet while the other had several hooks screwed into the wall. There were also several hooks in the ceiling and several chairs of various styles and a padded bench in the room. The domme said nothing as I looked around, she just closed the door and locked it.

  The sound of the lock sliding home brought me back to myself and I turned to my mistress. She looked into my eyes for a long time. Apparently, she saw what she wanted as she nodded and said, "Kneel. And lower your eyes. You are not allowed to look at me unless I ask you to."