The Closet Domme Ch. 01

The beginning and the flyboy

The Beginning

How does one start a book about a female sexuality? Do you start it sappy and hope that the audience expresses an, "Aaaah," and keeps reading, or do you just dive in. Well, I suppose I should, if I was a good writer, start writing this from the beginning of my life about how I was a little lost girl, blah, blah, blah, but who in the hell wants to read that crap?

Let's face it, you picked up this book because you read the title and said "Wonder what that's about?" You were right, this book is intended to be perplexing, because it is meant to be a real life story, whether it is true or not is up to you to decide. Who the star is, I also leave to your imagination.

It is pornographic in many sections, so those that don't like that should probably stop reading now. This is not a book for everyone, or one that everyone will understand.

I'll start from the 30-year old woman, who worked in litigation as an attorney. After years of repressed thoughts of wild and crazy sex, she woke up one morning and before the end of the day was different. She had been alone for 3 years now, and she hated it. Frankly, masturbating looking at porn was old, and she was tired of being a good little girl.

The Flyboy - Part I

It was an average morning, and started with the same drive to work in her small blue, plain Honda. Same traffic, same dimly lit morning sky, same groggy feeling with that same travel coffee mug she always took. She had now become accustomed to this mundane life. Sure there was the glitz and glam she always imagined when she became an attorney, but the reality was it was mostly boring paperwork.

She knew today she had a deposition at 9, so her arrival at her office at 8 guaranteed enough wake up time and prep time. It also meant the same 30 minute commute in rush hour, unfortunately.

At this point, her boss knew she was fully capable of handling any deposition. She was actually a very good attorney, able to negotiate with the best of them, and great in a courtroom. This particular morning should have been no different than any other, except she sat in her office staring at her notes and all she could think about was sex!

What the hell was she doing? She couldn't even focus on her e-mails. Her only resort was to take a walk to the coffee machine. On her way, she said hello to Brenda, the often quirky, but always positive front desk clerk. Brenda made a good cup of coffee, Keurig specials of course, but still pretty good. She didn't ask her to do it this morning though, finding the walk to the coffee pot and moments of waiting on the brewing a nice break from sitting in her office trying to read.

Finally, after sitting back down at her desk with her coffee, the odd thoughts stopped racing through her brain. She was then able to finish her notes before the upcoming deposition. Sure enough, at 9 sharp, Brenda rang her line telling her the deposition was all set up and waiting in the conference room. She calmly walked down the hall, yellow notepad and file in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. On the way past Brenda's desk, she simply said 10:15. Brenda nodded in assent, this was their code for interrupt me at 1015 with a phone call reminder so I can go pee before continuing. She was a creature of habit, and always knew when she would need a break. She also figured it broke the deposition in half and it did not seem pre-planned because she always chose an arbitrary enough time. As she walked into the large conference room, she noted right away the importance she held in the room.

She sat at the head of the table, the reporter on her left. On her right two chairs away with a view out the glass windows was opposing counsel; another 60+ year old, white haired, white-skinned male attorney. He, like most others around, knew she was the one to worry about at this firm. She had won her last 5 trials, and was always willing to engage in another battle in courtroom.

The defendant, whose unfortunate day it was to be questioned, sat between her and his lawyer. He was an average man, who appeared nervous, as expected. His short brown hair and darker skin confirmed his Hispanic background that she had read on paper. He seemed nice enough, but of course her job was not to judge his appearance, but to get the information she needed out of him. His business would eventually pay her client, the question was how much and whether or not he would pay his attorney tons of money in advance. It was clear from his button down shirt and jeans that he was a working class man, who did not even own a suit. She knew the insurance company backing his business would cover most of the damages, so long as she did not ask the wrong questions.

"Let's begin." Her pre-planned questions were written out in front of her, but at this point she didn't even need to look at them. She went through simply and flatly with sweetness in her voice to disguise the little slightly objectionable additions she inserted as she went. When opposing counsel objected, which was far too infrequent, she would rephrase and ask again. To her, this was second nature now.

Question 4..., Question 5..., and on and on down the list she went. Sure enough at 1015, Brenda knocked, opened the door slightly, and quietly said "you have an urgent phone call Ms. Frederick."

"Thank you Brenda." She stood politely and asked, "may we take a brief break gentleman, I really need to take this call." A few nods, and she was on her way to the bathroom. They were on the fifth and top floor of the largest building on this block, so her walk to the bathroom took her past Brenda and through the entry doors, where her name would soon be listed amongst the partners. Then, it was to the bathroom corridor right next to the elevators. She could do this walk in her sleep at this point.

"Excuse me miss." A voice broke her from her trance, and she stopped. Turning to her left, she saw a tall man in a full, what she believed to be, Air Force dress uniform. She could not help but smile at this young, rather attractive man.

"I think I might be on the wrong floor, but do you know where the Manuzzi law firm is?" His voice was deep, but still youthful.

Normally, she would have met his question with a simple answer of the second floor, but today she surprised herself, "you are far too young to be seeing a divorce attorney, whatever did she do to you?" What? Did she just say that? It was so flirty, what was she thinking?

"Oh, it's not what she did, it's what I did. I re-enlisted, and well...I don't want to bore you with it, sorry." He almost blushed when he talked back.

"Oh honey, nobody should fault you for that, let alone divorce you, especially with that smile." What the fuck????? Did she just say that, was she flirting with this stranger? Okay, time to end this...

"Sorry, the Manuzzi law firm is on the second floor, and they are very good. Maybe you are better off without her." She said the last part turning her back and heading for the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you up to tonight, beautiful?" His words stopped her dead.

"Not much, why do you ask?" She turned back, why did she turn back? Was she blushing, oh god she was blushing.

"Want to have a drink? My divorce becomes final when I sign the paper today, and I could use a beautiful lady to commiserate with?"

"Sure, but you have to be discreet." What did she say? Why the hell did she care?

[This was, of course, where it all began, where her domme persona was born. Why it was this moment, who the hell knew. The words and imagined persona just flowed from her, and for some reason this in-control lawyer could not stop herself.]

"I'm married." Her words slipped effortlessly out of her mouth.

"Oh, I didn't mean to..." He stammered taken aback.

"It's okay, I may be married, but I still play on the side. If you are discreet, we can meet tonight and see where it goes." Ummm...what was coming out of her mouth?

"I'm discreet." His smile showed his interest in this mysterious woman she was creating.

"How about that dive bar on Third Street and Mission? Say 8 pm?"

"I'll see you there." He smiled as the elevator opened and he disappeared inside.

And thus it began. She was not married, not even dating. She was creating this out of nowhere and had no concept of where it might lead.

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Hours later, she was home and thinking about what to wear to this bar. Was she really going to a bar now, to meet some strange, albeit hot man, just because she was horny today? She asked herself again where that was bound to lead and if this was really a good idea. After second guessing the whole thing several times, she finally came to it - FUCK IT - I'm going she thought. As she looked in the mirror thinking what to wear, she decided her best bet was the same clothes from work as if she was rushing and trying to get away with something.

She had already decided that she was going to keep the married charade up. She thought it had piqued this man's curiosity, and she liked that look on his face when he heard her say that she played on the side. Wonderful, she thought, wonderful.

After a quick touch up on her make-up and slipping some wonderfully scented lotion into her purse she was off.

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Parking at the bar proved easy, and after a momentary freak-out moment in her car; she was on her way. Astoundingly, her "attorney calm" as she called it came over her once more. She entered that bar poised, cold, and in complete control. Her arrival was precise, of course, and on entering she saw he was already seated at a table in the back of the bar. He was out of uniform, but still well-kept and damn sexy. He had on a green t-shirt and dark blue jeans. His shoes were matte black, dressy, but not too dressy. He was certainly a sight to behold, and she felt herself flush slightly. Luckily the bar was dimly lit. She walked slowly towards him, making sure each step in her heels was steady. She noted right away that the small table in the back corner allowed him to survey the entire room.

As she got closer, she caught his glance. The glint in his eye was all she needed to get excited. Maintain composure, maintain composure. She would keep saying it, and hopefully it would come true. Her simple "Hi," was accentuated by a slight smile as she stopped at the table. Her coyness continued as she asked, "Is this seat taken, my dear." He smiled and said "Yes, by you pretty lady." He stood and pulled the chair out for her, and then slid it closer to him.

She sat and immediately crossed her legs. Her poise was very proper, making sure that her skirt did not ride up inappropriately. She turned slightly to hang her small purse on the chair, and turning back caught just a hint of his smell. It was rugged, but not overbearing. She didn't know what the name any of these colognes or deodorants, but she did know that some, like whatever he was wearing made her immediately interested.

His motion to the waitress turned into a hand on the middle of her back just above the chair. When the waitress approached, he said he would have another draft of the same, and asked her, "What would you like?"

"I will have a Jack and Diet Coke please." She ordered her usual without even a thought, hopefully that didn't turn him off.

He smiled, "what an interesting drink for a lady."

"I'm not a lady, honey."

"So, tell me why you are meeting me if you are married?"

"I told you I have toys on the side to play with, and well you seemed interesting." Okay, brazen much? Wow, she was surprising herself at this point. Well, why not? This man was probably never going to see her again, and she could always just walk away claiming that she was too in love with this imaginary husband of hers.

"Interesting? How can I make you interest-ed?" Oh, he was good. She could not resist with this man, he had now engaged her wittiness as well.

"Well, you could tell me that your cock was already hard and you wanted me to touch it, or we could keep talking about nonsense until you are drunk enough for me to take advantage of you." Fuck me, there it was, she said it. Stone sober, and she still put that out there. This was completely not in her character, who was this person talking? Did she like this? Was this a bad idea?

The moment of shock was broken up when the waitress placed the two drinks in front of them. She lifted hers to her mouth and turned to look at his face. He was obviously still shocked, so she seized the moment, "Too much?" She asked with sweetness in her voice that she reserved for lawyers she needed to manipulate.

Her sip after was calculated to gauge his reaction. She allowed him time to consider and to hopefully stop the stupid grin from spreading further across her face.

As she sat her glass down, her gaze fell on the small silver chain around his neck, and then the way the t-shirt clung to his chest. Her eyes continued down, without her even realizing. She couldn't help but notice through his loose jeans that he was quite well-endowed, and possibly growing before her eyes.

"Hey, eyes up top." He said playfully. She raised her glance and he leaned towards her.

"My cock is already hard, so tell me what you want to do to it." His gaze was steady, full of intensity. She loved the way he had phrased that,...what she wanted to do...

She leaned in close enough to feel the heat of his body. He was magnificent. She could not help but think of jumping him right there. So, she went for it, "I want to stroke it until you cum for me so I can feel how hard it gets." His eyes hung on her lips as she spoke. Her words alone made her start to get wet. She wanted this man any way she could get him now.

When she stopped, his breath was caught in his throat. Her gaze remained on his unwavering then as if he were prey.

"Are you serious? Or are you just messing with me?" She could almost feel his heartbeat speed up as he asked. Was he hopeful that she was serious, or still in disbelief?

"Depends...are you interest-ed?" She leaned in further now, more to gauge his willingness than anything else. Her nose just touched his cheek as her tongue jotted out to give just a fleeting lick to the side of his face.

"Where? Here?" He was in, all in, and now needed to make this happen. His question wasn't hesitant; it was a question of details. He was delicious. She felt the blood rush to her clit as she considered the possibilities of where.

"Maybe."

Her left hand went where it wanted to now. She was filled with courage like she never had before. She slid her hand over his knee, and slowly moved it up watching his face. He shifted in his chair to allow more room in his pants. As the side of her hand touched his head through those jeans, she felt his whole body stiffen. She wondered if he had ever had this happen before. She certainly had never been this brazen before.

Her continued slow motion up the length of his cock made him let out a little almost sigh. "That's a nice cock." The words spilled from her mouth with no thought to how they would sound. It was almost a reflex at touching him and feeling his girth and his length. Her hand paused on top of his shaft feeling the hardness, the heat, her own desire even in that moment. Then, her thumb found his head and she started making slow circles. "Do you like that?"

"Uh huh, yea, you have to stop soon though."

"Why?"

"If you want to watch and not just feel me cum, we should probably go somewhere else." His words were now starting to be strained as she noticed the small micro-expressions play across his face. She knew this felt good, hell she could almost feel the pleasure radiate through her hand, up her arm, and down into her own clit. She was enjoying this immensely for something so brazen, so spontaneous, and yet so small really. It was like she was in high school again.

"Don't cum until I tell you you're allowed, okay?"

"Yes my lady, what's your name by the way?"

"Oh, it's Jacky Frederick. "

"Lady Jacky, I like that,...ooooh" His breath caught into a moan as she ran her nails down his cock through his jeans.

"Not many girls here, let's go to the women's bathroom. I'll go first." She got up, put her purse on her shoulder and went towards the women's bathroom. Once inside, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and could not believe how flushed she was. Her entire chest covered in a light crimson color. She noted a sparkle in her eye though, one she was not expecting. Who was this new "Lady Jacky" as he had called her?

"Hey..." He was there, now what the hell was she going to do?

"Come here." She beckoned heading into the handicap stall. He obliged and entered behind her. She reached past him then and locked the stall door, slowly hanging her purse on the back. As she turned around, he was standing there clearly excited, just waiting.

"Turn around and face the wall." Her words surprised her again. This rather sexy, younger man was hanging on her every word. This was a man she never would have hit on, would have assumed he was not interested, yet here they were. Before she realized he had turned with both his hands pressed against the wall.

"Now what Lady Jacky...Tell me what you'd like." His words were unexpected. How was she commanding him? Why would he obey? Oh, it dawned on her now, he liked it like this. That was why he wanted her, she had been coy and controlling, called him a toy basically. He wanted an older woman like her to command him. She calculated a million possibilities in her mind, and in the end a single thought kept popping up. You only live once - what the hell.

She walked up behind him, her hands found his waist band, and slid around his body flat against him. When she reached his front, she leaned against him and slid her hands slowly under his shirt and up his chest. He had nice smooth hair, and muscles like she had imagined. As she leaned against him, she could feel the heat from his body. It was silent in the bathroom as she reveled in that moment, then she heard his soft "mmmmm" as she played with his nipples. This was exquisite, she was allowed to do anything, anything she wanted, and he was not even protesting.

So, she did, she wanted to feel this man. The men she had been with before had been rushed, wanting to get her naked first. She had always been with men that liked to control, men that wanted to show her how amazing they were. They would grab her in their unskilled clumsy hands and treat her body like it was some type of exhibit to be fondled quickly. All her prior lovers had been about getting to whatever sex act as soon as possible. There was never any savoring of the moments leading there.

She realized that she had never been allowed to just enjoy and explore how a man feels. Enjoy his soft, warm skin with tight muscles beneath it. Comb through his chest hair and linger on the feeling of it wrapped around her fingers.

This man had surrendered himself.

"I love your hands on me Lady Jacky." His words labored by his excited breathing now. The sound of his voice made her breath quicken.

She leaned in and whispered, "Take off your shirt."

He moved his hands, but did not turn around. With arms crossed he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. It caught briefly on his partially shaved head. He handed it to her nicely and she turned to put it on the hook with her purse. She pulled her own shirt off, and placed it on top of his. As she turned back she smiled noting that he had returned to his same position against the wall waiting patiently. It was exhilarating.

She pressed against him, the lace of her bra rubbing the middle of his back. His skin felt so good against hers. Her hands found their way back to his chest, then down his toned stomach. Soon, she was undoing his belt. Her lips were on the back of his neck, and she could feel his body tense with excitement.