Dominating the Dominatrix

Control

She looked good. She twisted and turned in the mirror and smirked. “You know, even though this is a recon mission for Dimi, I am hot as fuck.”

The girls giggled as they got the finishing touches to their outfits.

“I have always loved my blonde hair, blue eyed look,” she didn’t feel an ounce of vanity in her statement, “but I also look sexy as hell with brown eyes.”

Magda snickered. “Right. You do realize who you’re talking to? You hide more behind your persona than Dimi does behind her screen.”

“Hey!” Dimi shot out with annoyance. “Leave me out of it.”

Darya ignored them and batted her lashes in the mirror, “and who knew I could wear glasses like this and look smoking?” She twisted again, “I mean, the dress is short. Too short and I’m probably going to have my ass hanging out. I prefer to be completely covered from head to toe. However,” she pointed to Dimi, “I’m doing this for you.” She paused, “maybe I should look for a different dress. This one is too revealing.”

“I feel like I’m playing dress up in my mother’s closet, if my mother was a brothel madam,” Magda whispered from behind her. “How on earth is this leather skirt meant to be called a skirt? It looks like a belt.”

“Yes, but Miklos will never suspect the three nerds from breakfast this week to be looking like we do in his club.” Dimi commented seriously. “We can’t go into the club wearing sweats and hoodies.”

“It would be more comfortable.” Magda argued.

“Beauty is pain and the end goal here is to find out whether or not Miklos is going to be grinding all over the dance floor with every woman there. If I can prove he can sleep with me one night and then hook up with someone else the next, then it’s one step closer to my freedom. We can’t be discovered because he will use it against me and I know it. He’s very cunning.”

Darya shrugged and shook her head. Dimi’s need to f**k with her soon-to-be ex-husband was twisted and crazy but she was here for it. Bring on the chaos. Since they had met in university, they had been planning their revenges on their families. Dimi wanted out of her contract marriage with her childhood crush. They were going to get her out come hell or high water.

“Did your mom really email you?” Magda asked her for what felt like the thirtieth time to Darya.

“Yup and I really did send her back a GIF of a monkey giving the finger and told her to never contact me again. Bitch.”

“She’s still your mom,” Magda whispered sadly.

“No. A mother is someone who loves you unconditionally and has your back. My mother is nothing more than a host. She hosted me in her body and allowed me to live in her house until her sperm donor opted to throw me out for not marrying a date rapist.” She shot Dimi a look, “I wish you had done more than break his fingers last night. You could have at least ruined their marriage by shooting his d**k off. Death would have been fine with me.”

Dimi shrugged, “you say this but you would feel a lot of guilt if he was dead at your command. Taking a life is not an easy task, Darya. You would be sad.”

“Would I though?” she grimaced as she tugged on the hemline of the dress. It was too damn short. She shot Dimi a sideways glance noting the concern. “Stop it. I’m realizing my training as a s*x worker has allowed me to box s**t up when I want to and feelings for my parents have been boxed and it’s ready to be thrown into a proverbial firepit. I know the minute I cause them to feel the pain I have felt, then I will finally be free of the anger they have caused me.”

“There’s a thin line between love and hate.”

“I hate them because they still get to live their rich, wealthy, and fabulous lives despite putting me through hell. I am angry they got away unscathed when they are both shady as heck. I am angry they still continue to think they are above the rest of the world simply because they come from long lines of uber wealthy people. My grandfather must be rolling in his grave to know my father squandered everything he worked so hard to build.”

“Question,” Dimi asked, “Masalis is the one behind your dad’s hands getting broken. What do you want to do with him? I mean I know you said earlier you don’t want his money but you could use it as a starting point to find out information on him. Get the dirt? You’ve always had all kinds of creative ways to get back at him.”

“I don’t need his money. I want a file on him though. I want to know his hobbies and his secrets. I might blackmail him.” She tapped her finger to her chin. “Find dirt on him and extort the s**t out of him. Ride it out for decades.”

Dimi giggled at her words. “I’ll hack his mainframe and see what I can find.”

“I googled him this morning. He’s still gorgeous,” Darya said quietly.

Her two friends were quiet and she waved them off. “I’m not saying I want to sleep with him. He is definitely not my type. I like nerds with mommy issues who like to be spanked. He’s too arrogant to be anything I’m remotely attracted to. What I’m thinking though is,” she pointed to Dimi, “like Miklos, he tends to go through women like socks. What if I find one, or twelve,” she made wide eyes, “who have had their hearts broken by him and find a way to get back at them. Also, his own brother is a date rapist. Who is to say his Jurek didn’t learn the tricks of the trade from Kostas? Maybe one of the girls he’s dated has information to share.”

“I don’t think he dates.” Dimi sighed. “If he’s like Miklos, he probably f***s and ducks.”

“Egomaniacal men.” Darya grunted angrily. “Based on what I read, he took over his father’s company at twenty-five when his dad died suddenly. He’d been groomed since he was in diapers. My father apparently took advantage of the transition period and the money Kostas’ father had pledged to him for his start up, Kostas simply honored without doing his own background check.”

“Why did he keep your dad on?” Magda asked.

“Who knows?” Darya answered.

“Probably better to keep your enemies close?” Dimi offered.

“Yes, but to allow him access to accounts he could still swindle. It tells me Kostas is stupid. He got his position in his father’s company solely due to nepotism. He probably charms his way through life with his crooked half-smile and perfect teeth. He likely relies on his board of directors completely because he’s too stupid to figure s**t out on his own. I’m betting he’s not smart at all.”

“He went to Stanford.” Dimi tossed out as she looked up from her phone where she was already looking up info.

“So? He has money. My sister could have gone to Stanford with a significant contribution from our father and she barely graduated high school.”

“How are you two twins and so different?”

“Fraternal,” she shrugged. “I got the brains and she got the looks.”

“I’ve only ever seen photos of her on social media but Darya, you’re as pretty as she is.”

She shrugged embarrassed at Magda’s comment, “maybe. She has an inch of height on me. Her eyes are bluer than mine and she has a fashion sense which completely skipped over me. I prefer baggy sweats and hoodies and I had acne so bad as a teenager where she had skin like porcelain. I don’t leave the house without full coverage make-up on because I’m hiding scars and she does it because she is too fabulous to be seen as anything less than a ten. Since I hate wearing make-up, I rarely leave the house. Lyra is a social butterfly. Always out more than in. Never would she even consider being seen without being perfectly flawless in her appearance.” She didn’t mind being blunt with the girls. They’d seen and heard it all before from her.

“She’s also a stuck-up bitch.” Dimi snorted.

“Hey!” Darya protested.

“Look, just because she told your sister on the weekend, she missed you and wished you were there doesn’t make up for the fact you begged her to help you and she told you to go f**k yourself.”

“She was a kid being brainwashed by her parents.”

“Pft,” Dimi waved at her. “Eighteen isn’t a kid. We’ve been through this. It’s Miklos excuse for why he didn’t want me. I was a kid and like his sister but I was old enough to know my own heart. If she was old enough to vote, she was old enough to make a decision for herself. I get maybe she wasn’t completely emotionally mature but at eighteen you know right from wrong. She f****d you over. She could have found a way to get you help. Even sent you a small amount of money. Instead, you were turning tricks to survive.” Dimi’s voice took on a hard edge.

“Only sucking d**k and flogging johns. I never f****d anyone.” She grumbled her cheeks bright pink from the conversation, “besides I actually really enjoy b**m. I’m happy to beat the s**t out of a man to make them orgasm.”

“It really makes you turned on, doesn’t it.” Magda asked curiously.

Darya knew her eyes were lighting up, “yes. It’s such a good cathartic release. Consensual sharing of a kink is freeing. It also pays really well when you’re a niche specialist.”

The girls giggled at her words.

“Why though?” Magda asked. “It’s weird. I hated the s*x work.”

She shrugged, “it’s biological. s*x is a normal and healthy activity when done by two consenting adults. I really appreciate the nuances of consent and permission. It’s sexy and beautiful when done right. Imagine knowing what you loved, everyone else thought was weird but then you find one person who can do exactly what you need and who doesn’t make you feel bad for it. The relief and the satisfaction for being accepted as you must be invigorating. When I get a client, especially a guy who admits it’s their first time getting what they truly want and I can deliver it, it’s empowering.”

“They c*m on your boots,” Dimi snickered.

“Its what a hose is for,” she giggled back and then gave a quiet shrug. “I guess, I want that for myself in my private life and not just professionally.”

“You want to c*m on someone’s boots?” Magda giggled.

“No. I want a man who can handle my kinks and not think I’m weird or a freak. It’s why I insist I’m going to peg him. I won’t ever give up my vag without knowing they will allow me to express my full range of needs. I need to feel I am the one in control and taking his ass –”

“s*x shouldn’t be about control.” Dimi shook her head disagreeing heartily.

“But it is, Dimi.” Darya argued with her. “Take for example you and Miklos last night.”

“I’d rather not.” Dimi turned her face away.

“No, listen to me for a minute. You said he railed you hard for an hour, right? Gave you all he could give you. However, if even once you had told him to stop, would he have stopped?”

“Yes.” Dimi nodded but avoided looking at them, fidgeting with a tray of costume jewelry. “I didn’t want him to, though. I wanted what I wanted.”

“Right. You had the control. You could have stopped the entire thing with a simple request to stop. Consent is about owning the control you have over your body and your sexuality. When someone rips your control away and does not abide by your limits and boundaries, it is no longer a consensual s****l experience and becomes a lopsided event.”

Dimi shrugged, “I get what you’re saying but I guess, in my head control has negative connotations. I don’t want to have control or power over my lover.”

“Your lover should be open to giving you the control as much as you should be about giving him control, Dimi. It’s not about having more control over the other person.” She sighed as she realized they were going in circles. “It’s not about taking away from your partner, Dimi. It’s about making sure what you’re giving to your partner is given freely and willingly.”

“But you want to f**k a guy in the ass.”

“Yes. I do,” she nodded emphatically. “For me and in my experiences, there is something primitive and raw about having a man who would grant me the permission to do the one thing which would make him feel infinitely vulnerable. It’s trust one-oh-one. If I have to open my heart up and give him access to the most vulnerable parts of me, then I want the most vulnerable part of him. Also,” she shrugged, “I think it’s very sexy.”

“I don’t know.” Magda twisted her lips in disgust, “butts are dirty and filthy. One-way-dirt path and all that.”

Dimitra chuckled at Magda’s words while Darya shrugged.

“There are ways to get clean but at the end of the day, I would be willing to have my partner take my ass. Why should he get to do to me, what I can’t do to him?”

“You would do anal?” Dimi was looking at her full on now. “Really? It might really hurt! What if your partner is hung like Miklos.” She cupped her hand over her mouth as if she realized what she’d revealed and wished she could take it back.

The girls all started laughing at Dimi’s words. Before they could continue the conversation, the make-up artist came back into the space and they changed the topic to something more socially appropriate. How to make misogynistic men pay for their sins was the main topic.

Darya took a seat on a stool, once again tugging on the skirt. Her mind flitted to the image she’d seen earlier in the day of Kostas Masalis and knew he was a spoiled, self-centered, misogynist. Once she was done making sure her father paid for his sins, Masalis was next on her hit list. He was going to pay. If she had her way, she would make sure he lost everything the way she had. She simply needed to figure out a way to make it happen.