The Mistress Files. Tiffany Reisz

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СКАЧАТЬ nodded. “I went to a therapist, several therapists. They said he raped me, and that’s why I couldn’t orgasm anymore.”

      “You were only fourteen the first time?”

      She sighed. “Yeah. I know—”

      “Did you tell him no?”

      “No. I told him yes. He asked and I said ‘yes.’ I had a huge crush on him. I didn’t want to tell him no.”

      “Well, he shouldn’t have asked. And technically it was statutory rape. But if you enjoyed it—”

      “I didn’t enjoy it. I loved it.” The girl said loved with vehemence and passion, and for the first time since meeting Sheridan, The Mistress felt like she had could see the real Sheridan lurking under all that fear and shame. “I loved it. And I loved him.”

      “You know our Kingsley lost his virginity at thirteen—tops. Older girl. That wicked Frenchman was a lady-killer from birth. He tells the story of his first time and he gets congratulated like he won the fucking lottery. A woman says she lost her virginity at a young age to an older guy and she gets thrown into therapy. Double standards can suck my cock. Don’t be ashamed that you liked it. You didn’t do anything wrong by saying yes, and you didn’t do anything wrong by liking it. Excuse me, by loving it. The fault, if there is any, is on Rex. Not you. He’ll answer to God for it. You can answer to me.”

      At that Sheridan burst into laughter—real laughter, not the nervous kind.

      “Thank you. I needed that.”

      “You’re welcome. I don’t have a cock, by the way. Not a real one. I have a pretty impressive assortment of the artificial variety back at the club. I thought for our first session we’d stick to the basics.”

      “The basics?”

      The Mistress held up both hands and wiggled her fingers. Sheridan blushed.

      “The basics. I get it.”

      “Good girl. Now you say the guys you’ve been with since Rex tried everything. I assume you mean oral sex, digital stimulation, vaginal intercourse...”

      Sheridan nodded, her face still a becoming shade of pale red.

      “Did they try vibrators?”

      “One did. But I couldn’t relax enough.”

      “Can you have them on your own?”

      “Sometimes, but only if I’m fantasizing about Rex and stuff we did. It’s just...depressing. I don’t even miss him. I just miss...it. Whatever it was.”

      The Mistress sat back, threw her legs onto the settee and crossed her feet, clad in black and white Oxfords, at the ankles.

      “I’m depressed just hearing about it. We’ve got to get you back in business. Take your clothes off.”

      Sheridan froze.

      The Mistress grinned.

      “I love that reaction. The ‘now the shit gets real’ reaction. I think it’s my favorite part of the job. That and the money. And the clothes. And all the rich and famous people who are afraid of me because I know their kinks. Okay, I have a lot of favorite parts of this job. Anyway, I just noticed that you still have your clothes on, and I’m fairly certain I gave you an order.”

      The Mistress paused and tapped her temple.

      “Yes, I’ve reviewed the tapes. It was an order.”

      Still Sheridan didn’t move to obey. The Mistress narrowed her eyes at the girl.

      “What did you like so much about what Rex did to you?” The Mistress asked. “Tell me in one sentence.”

      “He...” Sheridan began. “He was older and in charge and made me feel like I was the center of the universe.”

      “Look up.” The Mistress pointed at the roof and Sheridan turned her face to the glass roof. “The night is watching us. Sheridan. You are the center of the universe. And if the center of the universe doesn’t take her clothes off in the next ten seconds, the center of the universe is going to get turned over my knee and spanked like the stubborn, recalcitrant child she is.”

      That did it. Sheridan stood up and unzipped the back of her dress and shimmied out of it. It landed like a pool of quicksilver at her feet. She had come prepared, The Mistress noted with pleasure—no panties on and no bra. Only her strappy shoes remained on her feet. She bent to remove them.

      “No. Leave the shoes on. Stand there for one hot minute. I’m taking a mental picture.”

      Sheridan froze in a perfect pose of modest beauty. With her head turned slightly to the side and her hands lightly clasped in front of her and her face a mask of elegant composure, the thin girl with small breasts transformed into an ancient Greek statue of Aphrodite turned to flesh. The Mistress smiled at her statue. All she’d had to do was order the girl to pose for a photograph and Sheridan turned into the professional actress who commanded six figures per episode.

      “You’re stunning. You know that, don’t you?” The Mistress asked.

      Sheridan merely shrugged her shoulders.

      “I suppose you hear it all the time from fans and casting agents. But I’m not a fan. I’m not a director. I don’t have to suck up to you to get you to spread for me. You’re paying me for the privilege of spreading for me. You paid up front. I have no reason to lie. Say ‘thank you for telling me I’m stunning, Mistress.’”

      “Thank you for telling me I’m stunning, Mistress.”

      “Good. There’s hope for you yet. Now sit.” The Mistress moved her legs from the settee to the floor and pointed to the crimson cushions. Sheridan sat back down as she kept her legs tightly pressed together. “Stay there.”

      The Mistress pulled out her tie and unknotted it.

      “I’m going to blindfold you. It’ll help you relax and focus on what you’re feeling. Do you have a safe word?”

      “Kingsley told me I should pick one. It’s ‘McCarthy’s.’”

      “Like the single malt whiskey?”

      Sheridan smiled. “You know your alcohol.”

      “Of course I do. I’m Catholic. You like whiskey?”

      “Hate it. But Rex liked it. Straight.”

      “He sounds Catholic.”

      The smile on Sheridan’s face broadened and The Mistress nearly blinked at the brightness. The Mistress could only imagine how this girl could light up a stage.

      “I can still remember what his mouth tasted like. I never wanted to drink the stuff. I was happy tasting it on him.”

      “McCarthy’s it is then. I want you to be able to tell me yes, no, stop, go while we’re playing. You’ll say ‘McCarthy’s’ СКАЧАТЬ