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Fantasy Female: The Real Life of Victoria King About halfway through the session, Mistress Victoria begins to gather her belongings from various locations in the hotel room. Experience has taught her to give herself plenty of time to make sure she collects everything before she leaves when she’s not working out of her own studio. Another reason is that tonight she can’t wait to go home. Her daughter Katie is waiting for her there, curled up in her mother’s bed. Katie called half an hour before the domination session began, complaining that she felt sick. At the sound of her daughter’s voice, Mistress Victoria was instantly forgotten and mommy was back. Katie is in college now, attending the University of California, but to Victoria she’s still a little girl with a tummy ache. Katie is Victoria’s best friend. Victoria’s lifestyle doesn’t allow her many friends who know everything about her work, her past, and her personal life, but Katie has access to Victoria’s whole world. Victoria is in a good place right now with her relationship with her daughter, but five years ago a teenage Katie found out about her mother’s real job— a disclosure that put their relationship at risk. “She was really young when I started this. I always knew some day that I would share this with her. I always planned on telling her, but I visualized telling her when I was a grandmother and I’d sit her down and go, ‘Honey, I gotta tell you something about what I did when I was whatever age’… but it happened too soon.” Katie’s father, in an effort to alienate his daughter from his ex-wife, told Katie the truth about Victoria. Mommy isn’t working as an accountant for the family business. Mommy is a professional dominatrix. Victoria feared the worst. She worried that Katie was going to be scarred for life by this information, that she was going to hate her, that she wouldn’t understand and think her mother was a bad person. Right away, Victoria put Katie into therapy, hoping that a therapist would be able to work with such delicate circumstances better than she could on her own. Whatever the cause, Victoria says that Katie emerged from the experience relatively unscarred. “She ended up being the most incredible, open-minded teenager I’ve ever experienced in my life. She went on to therapy with this woman for many years and I kept thinking that we’ve screwed her up… and the therapist came back to me years later and said, ‘You know what? Your child is absolutely amazing. She’s totally going to be fine with this, don’t worry about it, she understands why you did it.’” “OK,” Mistress Victoria announces as she dismounts Slave Rubbish’s back and catches her breath, mostly from the laughter rather than the exertion. “I still don’t think he’s gotten a whole lot, but, he seems like a cry-baby tonight.” She paces over to the end of the vanity bench by Rubbish’s head. She kneels down to her submissive’s face. “Do you love Mistress Victoria?” Rubbish moans something impossible to understand. “Huh?” Victoria prods him. “Do I still own you?” Victoria is finally satisfied when she makes out a garbled: “Yes, Mistress.” “Good,” she chirps. “It could be this way every time I see you. You’re hoping it’s not. I’m just gonna let you know what it could be like, but I’m really sweet, actually.” The truth is that she really is sweet with Slave Rubbish. There is no rude name-calling like that used by Mistress Victoria on her website, no “sissy maid/slut,” no “chauvinistic pig.” At one point in the session, Mistress Victoria begins to cane Rubbish’s behind with her leather switch a couple times before she stops and tells him she has to start over again because he didn’t count out loud the first few times. Even when Slave Rubbish obliges, Mistress Victoria stops and begins again after a few hits because he didn’t say the full sentence: “Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?” When she finishes, Mistress Victoria lets out a sigh, giggling coquettishly and whispers, “Oh! My poor baby!” before rubbing Rubbish’s lower back soothingly with the palm of her soft, manicured hands. Before the session began in proper, Mistress Victoria asked her submissive if he’d gotten a haircut or a facial recently because he looked different to her, a remark that sounded more like something a mother might ask her grown child whom she hasn’t seen in months. For her final act of domination, Mistress Victoria picks up several small items from the dresser beside Slave Rubbish. “These are something new I just got: acupuncture needles. Yeah, they’re fun.” No doubt Rubbish can hear what he’s in for, but for now he is quiet and resigned, falling deeper into “sub space” with every painful sensation. With the precision of a nurse, Mistress Victoria taps three acupuncture needles into Slave Rubbish’s buttocks. Surprisingly, he barely moves. “I think we need a more sensitive area,” Mistress Victoria decides. “It’s not getting the reaction I want.” The gauge of the needles is probably too small, and Mistress Victoria announces she’ll use bigger ones next time. Without hesitation, Mistress Victoria takes three more acupuncture needles, peels back Rubbish’s left butt cheek, and inserts a needle in what is assuredly a more sensitive area, low inside the cleft. The first needle she puts inside only makes Slave Rubbish jerk a little bit in discomfort, but the second needle gets a yelp. The third is placed the deepest inside his buttocks, but the reaction is underwhelming, without movement or sound from Slave Rubbish. The session is finished. Mistress Victoria instructs her submissive to remove all six needles and make sure none end up on the floor for someone to step on. She repeats the instructions twice before she feels confident he understands the importance of his task. She then moves to his hands and removes the handcuffs and fingercuffs, but leaves the rest of the restraints on her sub. “He can untie himself,” Mistress Victoria murmurs before collecting her things, whispering a goodbye to Slave Rubbish as she exits the room.
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