How to Discipline Your Vampire(27)

            Nothing that we did was sexual anyway. The only touches my body received were from sharp fingernails that broke through my skin and tore deep slices in my arms and legs. I’m healed but slightly scarred.

            The vampire world is a small one. When I finally confessed to my small group of friends that I was looking for a vampire Domme, my niece Breanna called Laine, who she had met decades ago. I was humiliated, and not just because a family member knew about my shameful secret. I was “out,” and it felt very confining. People close to me looked at me differently.

            But if Laine was worth it, I didn’t care.

            The next day, I arrived in San Diego for my “date.”

            There were no pleasantries. She simply asked me to wear a white linen robe and nothing else.

            She smiled like a deranged hyena as she flayed me with her hands and bit me hard on the shoulder. She verbally abused and mocked me. She beat me and cut me and I begged for more, intrigued by this new sensation.

            When she felt satisfied by her reign of terror, she walked out and I gathered myself on the cold marble floor.

            This was something. I felt it. I felt pain. She dominated me like nobody else had.

            And yet, it was not enough.

            There was nothing arousing about it. I wasn’t turned on, and it certainly wasn’t an experience I’d use to fantasize about in the future.

            No, this wasn’t what I wanted, either.

            Resolved to continue my search for pleasure and pain,

            William

            If they got close enough to me, I wondered if these students would know that I was turned on. Like, could they see that my blush went down into my shirt or something? I felt like I had a sign that said HORNY around my neck.

            I wasn’t sure if I could handle seeing William today. Aside from the fact that I wouldn’t be getting an e-mail, I was transfixed on his story. Yet, all day, the only thing I could think about was those journals, and I never ever re-created or revisited a scene.

            But I wanted to. I wanted to give him exactly what he has been looking for. The idea that I was someone who could bring satisfaction to a man who has had decades of unrequited desires was absolutely captivating.

            I steeled my resolve. I wouldn’t mention the scene again, but I would give him exactly what he needed.

            I decided to e-mail him.

            From: Cerise Norrel

            Subject: Angry Mistress

            Date: May 4, 2012

            To: William Gentry

            Submissive,

            While yesterday’s scene was very pleasing, I reminded you that you broke a cardinal rule of mine when you mentioned something in the hallway that was related to the day’s “plot.” I have said several times, including in our nondisclosure agreement, that you may not revisit or discuss a scene after it has ended. The scene ends in the bedroom.

            When you arrive today at my house, I’d like for you to go to my toy chest. You saw where it was yesterday—I got the ropes from it.

            You are to pick the flogger of your choice and give yourself ten lashes across your thighs.

            I want to see red. Show me how sorry you feel, and I may spare you an additional ten.

            Mistress Cherry

            I centered myself and began thinking about today’s scene.

            Now, how the hell was I supposed to think about classical music when all I wanted to do was read about the sexual misadventures of a vampire submissive?