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Victoria Frankenstein, wannabe scientist and a well known dominatrix of her town, briskly heads down a busy sidewalk as she heads home. Her hair is up in a tight bun, and a pristine white lab coat swishes around her torso as she walks. Her purse thwaps against her hip with each swing of her legs, and she tightly grips a notebook under her arm, as if protecting it like a precious treasure.
“Damn critics… don’t see the potential in cellular reanimation.”
She grumbles to herself angrily, having just left a meeting with scientific critics to present what she thought was a genius idea in trying to bring dead cells back to life. How could they? Science is all about exploration and trying new things, taking risks. Those foolish critics didn’t seem to think so, having waved her off in a more than dismissive manner.
Her eyes burn straight ahead as she storms on, and passerbys step out of her way. Some even look at her with a shocked expression, knowing who she is.
She’s not known for her scientific prowess, she’s known for another type of explorative risk taking instead.
Victoria Frankenstein is also a dominatrix, and she just happens to be a well known one from the town she lives in. She hasn’t just tied men up and given them a quick wank, she’s trampled them, strung up their genitals, made them drool on gags and dildos as she would light fire over their bodies and whip them until they were mere puddles cum and exhaustion. She’s dominated women too, and it was always more fun and she had more genuine enjoyment from it. Those sessions and scenes involved more actual sex, and many women have brought her to wonderful orgasms. Of course they would know how to please her better than her male clients.
“Hello, Mistress,” A semi-random man says to her with a sly grin as she passes.
Nope. Wrong approach.
She whips to him, grabbing his collar with brute force.
Ah. Gerald. He was a client of hers last week, a bit too bratty for her liking. She liked his money though, so she agreed to a one time session and that was it.
“No. I don’t know you out here in public, and I am not your mistress. I never consented you to calling me that outside of work. Got it?” Her hissing whisper is angry. She means business, and not the fun kind.
“Too bad, Mistress,” Gerald shrugs smugly, not taking the situation seriously at all. Victoria cringes at him disrespecting her boundaries. Her ears feel gross at hearing the title from him. He blabbers on. “I like you too much to hide my connection with you. Who cares what other people say? Honestly, get a grip. You’re too serious.”
What. The actual. Fuck.
“You are disgusting, Gerald,” Victoria snaps. Some passerbys watch on secretly, others pointedly switch to the other sidewalk on the other side of the street. “Our negotiations of our transactions only apply when you visit, which you won’t be anymore, since you have no respect for my boundaries. You are no longer my client, and you don’t deserve to be anyone’s client.”
“Pfft,” Gerald rolls his eyes. “And I thought you were going to be fun.”
“The only fun I’m going to be having is making your life a living hell,” Victoria growls, shoving him away. “and making sure that you don’t treat anyone like this ever again. Now fuck off before I call the authorities.”
“Fine, but it’s your loss,” His voice is snarky as he walks away.
Victoria blanches, brushing herself off. First a denial from science, and a now a rude pest from her job. She hates that her job as a financial dominatrix sometimes brings in unwanted scum. At least there are good clients, and some have earned the reward of being repeat clients. Being a repeat client of Victoria Frankenstein is a rare and high honor here in town, worthy of envy.
Victoria continues homeward. Her mind spins and spikes. She tries to calm down, but knows she needs to do some unwanted, unfinished business at home before finally being able to relax.
When she finally gets home, she enters her house with a big sigh. It’s somewhat humble, a small middle class house with a basement where she carries out her domly duties.
She sets down her purse on the kitchen counter and goes to retrieve her laptop. She opens it up, logging into her account on the BDSM business website she’s employed to. With a few clicks and typing on the keyboard, she finds Gerald’s profile. She marks him as an unsafe client for record keeping and for other workers in the business to know, then immediately blocks his profile. If she could she would force his account to be deleted, but she doesn’t have that kind of power.
Next, Victoria takes out her phone and texts another dominatrix friend of hers, Mistress Vixen.
Victoria Frankenstein, 5:48 pm: Hey, Vixen. Just marked Gerald as an unsafe client. Ran into him earlier and he acted very rude and unprofessional, overstepping my boundaries and addressing me as “mistress” in public when that was not negotiated nor agreed to.
Mistress Vixen, 5:50 pm: Thank you for letting me know. I know the others will see, but I’ll let them know also just in case. I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be good news when you first told me about him, looks like my suspicions were right.
Victoria Frankenstein, 5:53 pm: Yeah. At least I’m a couple hundred bucks richer, if anything. Don’t worry, I’m not taking his dirty money anymore. I’ll make sure to make any negotiations with future clients more explicit and clear.
Mistress Vixen, 5:54 pm: That’s good, I’m proud that you’re taking care of yourself. How did the science meeting go?
Victoria Frankenstein, 5:55 pm: Like shit. They didn’t take my idea seriously.
Mistress Vixen, 5:56 pm: I’m sorry, dear. You deserve to be listened to. Are there any more clients you have to see soon?
Victoria Frankenstein, 5:58 pm: Not tonight, luckily. I’ve had enough of dealing with idiots for one day.
Mistress Vixen, 5:59 pm: Good, you deserve some me-time after today. Go relax, treat yourself. You need it.
Victoria Frankenstein, 6:00 pm: Thanks, V. I appreciate you. Any clients for you soon?
Mistress Vixen, 6:02 pm: Got this poly couple coming here in an hour. The guy wants to be dominated by his girlfriend and I. They seem nice and said they have a little experience in the community and want to try more things, so I’m hoping for a good time and to teach them some tricks.
Victoria Frankenstein, 6:03 pm: Lucky, you get the good ones lol. I hope you have a good time, make sure he’s begging nice and good!
Mistress Vixen, 6:04 pm: Oh I will! ;) be safe out there, love ya.
Victoria Frankenstein, 6:04 pm: You too. Take care.
Victoria sets down her phone with a bittersweet sigh. She hopes Vixen has a good time tonight. If she wasn’t so sour and ruffled by what happened today, she’d call in one of her repeats, but she needs a bit of space and alone time and they need to do their own life things as well.
She takes a deep breath and closes the laptop, ready to log off for the night. She looks in the fridge, hoping the leftovers will entice her to wolf them down. Luckily they do. A nice pasta dish with tomatoes, beef and spinach goes right into the microwave, and minutes later down into Victoria’s stomach.
She moans in bliss at the taste of her dinner, her nerves already calming down and neurons already sending out serotonin through her system.
After her dinner, Victoria takes a brief shower to wash the disappointments of the day off her. After scrubbing down and getting thoroughly clean, she settles into a nice, soothing bubble bath with a scented candle and some calming music playing from her phone nearby.
Tomorrow’s another day, She tells herself as she bathes, her eyes blinking lazily towards the ceiling. You’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Everything will be…
…just…
….fine….