Two Lives
Misaki Saiki walked to the door with confidence, the white haired young
woman nodding in greeting to the doorman. "Welcome, mistress," the
tuxedo clad man nodded as she entered the S&M club called Murmure.
"How are the bookings tonight?" Misaki asked him wryly, the cloth of her
blue dress swirling around her long, well shaped legs. At her side a
purse swung, the large bag colored to match the pretty dress that she
wore.
"About average, madam," he murmured.
Taking a deep breath Misaki headed up the stairs to the club itself,
beginning the mental process she went into getting ready to work every
night. The young man who handled their bookings smiled as Misaki
aproached, his dark hair falling into his eyes. "Welcome," he smiled.
"Asano," Misaki nodded, "do I have a client waiting?"
"No," Asano smiled slightly, "but one's booked for half-past, as you
prefer." One time back when he first started here he had mistakenly
booked a client just before Misaki was to arrive, and she had been badly
rushed to satisfy the man. She had dealt with the client then proveeded
to take a few strips off of Asano after that, quickly teaching him not
to make that kind of error again.
"Good," Misaki said, "any special requests?"
"Not precisely but..." Asano paused.
"Out with it," Misaki gave him a pained look, wondering what the client
wanted. The last time Asano looked that sheepish Misaki had ended up
pissing on a businessman for a substantial bonus. It had all been pretty
uncomfortable, especially considering how much water Misaki had to drink
down beforehand to pull it off.
"Nothing like that," Asano hastened to say, "it's just that the client
is a woman."
"Really," Misaki blinked. Female clients weren't exactly rare, but they
usually prefered to see a male dominant rather than someone like her.
"She didn't get bumped off someone else's schedule, did she?" she
wondered.
"No ma'am," Asano reassured her, "she requested a female dominant."
"Interesting," Misaki murmured. She shook herself, "She's in my usual
room?"
"Everything's ready," Asano confirmed.
"Then I'll meet her there," Misaki said calmly, "once I get changed."
With that Misaki strode from the room, heading up the hall to the
changing room that the dominants shared. She closed the door behind her
and reached around behind her back, undoing the zipper for her dress.
She grasped the cloth and pulled, sending it pubbling around her legs
and revealing the other side of her personality.
Red leather clung to Misaki's curves, the corset pushing up her breasts
and cupping them, the nipples hidden by the upper edge of material.
Black laces held it shut, criss crossing over her pale flesh to where
the corset ended at her belly. The matching panties were pulled tight to
her skin, the complete hairlessness of her mound evident in how clearly
her cleft showed. She pulled matching red leather gloves from her purse
and pulled them on, tugging them into place, then made sure the red
boots she wore were comfortable.
Without a word Misaki headed to her dungeon, the room that was set up
for her personal use in the club. Silently she entered, pausing to see
the woman standing submissively in the corner, her blonde hair flowing
over her shoulders, her eyes looking down at the floor.
"Strip," Misaki commanded, her voice startling in the silence.
Blue eyes looked up to meet Misaki's and then she hurriedly pulled her
suit off, the business wear carefully folded away as the young woman
dropped to her knees respectfully, her pale skin gleaming in the dimly
lit room. There was nervousness in her stance, a faint quiver in her
limbs and she swallowed uncomfortably.
Misaki felt the woman's eyes on her, the searching gaze as she casually
walked to the far wall where all the tools of her trade waited. Without
thinking about it she drew down hee favorite riding crop, walking back
to the girl's side, studying her intently, the beautiful skin and
shapely body.
Misaki ran a hand over her shoulder and heard a soft gasp. "Do you want
marks or just bruises?" Misaki asked thoughtfully. There was a beat of
tense silence and Misako smiled, "You have permision to speak."
"Bruises, Mistress," she answered respectfully, her voice startlingly
musical.
"So be it," Misaki answered cooly, wondering how that lovely voice would
sound crying. She drew her riding crop back then struck, leather
slapping against flesh for the first time that night... but surely not
the last.
The next morning Misaki fought back a yawn as she sat in the sun light
at a casual street corner cafe, her hair messy and eyes half closed. Ai
Kunugi looked over at her with concern, the brown haired girl clutching
her ever present teddy bear. "Is everything all right?" the high school
student asked worriedly, looking even younger in her simple dress.
"Just tired," Misaki answered without thinking, "I had a client who
wanted some really rough play last night..." The shorts and T-shirt clad
woman trailed off, seeing the blush that colored Ai's cheeks. The young
woman had entered Misaki's worlds after the murder of her older sister
and niece, but she clearly wasn't yet used to what Misaki did for a
living.
"You could have slept in," Ai offered uncomfortably, "I'm sure that
Soichiro-san and I could handle anything that came up."
"You're pretty confident sounding for someone who's so new to being a
medium," Misaki teased gently. With another yawn she said, "Soichiro
asked for me to be here specifically, so I figure he's got a good
reason."
Misaki smiled, looking at the sweet young girl bemusedly, wondering at
the odd fate that made them both mediums. As a child Misaki had begun to
manifest such gifts, something deeply confusing to the shy girl she was,
while Ai had only manifested recently, and was still struggling to come
to grips with her abilities.
Misaki stifled another yawn, thinking back to the night before. Usually
being a mistress was just a job, turning her muscle and willpower to
taming the darkness in other's hearts but last night had been different.
To her own surprise she had felt herself becoming excited as she
punished the blonde skillfully, drawing out the cries and moans from
her, smelling the heady scent of her passion. For the first time Misaki
had been tempted to command a sub to pleasure her body, and only a firm
knowledge of the club's rules had stopped her.
"Are you all right?" Ai asked curiously, "You've gone all red."
"I'm fine," Misaki growled.
The off-blue car pulled up, just the sort of vehicle you'd expect a
salaryman to be driving. Climbing out of the car Soichiro looked like a
salaryman, too, a mild mannered man with brown hair and glasses, but he
had hidden depths. He could fight like the best street punk and was a
absolute coward around ghosts.. a ironic quality condidering he worked
for the Living Enviroment Division, the city agency that dealt with
ghosts.
"Good morning," Soichiro said to them cheerfully, pausing even as
another figure climbed out of the car.
Misaki saw her approach and helt a moment of stunned surprise.. one
clearly matched in the eyes of the blonde. "Who the hell's this?" she
demanded, pointing at the woman who had been last night's client, the
one who had tired her so much.
Soichiro seemed entirely unbothered by her forcefulness, he was used to
it by now, but the woman paled visibly. "This is Haruna Tamura, she's my
new assistant," he explained as he pulled out a chair and sat, waving
for Haruna to sit, too, then ordered them a round of tea.
"It's very nice to meet you," Haruna said as she sat, wincing a bit as
her back hit the hard metal chair the cafe prefered.
Misaki was impressed by the woman's poise, she knew the woman's back was
a mass of bruises from their session last night but she still carried on
normally as Ai hesitantly introduced herself. "Nice to meet you too,"
she said dryly. Looking over at Soichiro she asked, "So who did she piss
off to get assigned here?"
"Hey," Haruna protested mildly.
"Actually she requested the assignment," Soichiro said calmly. Finishing
his tea he said, "We've got two haunted houses to check out today, shall
we go?"
Haruna got up obediantly along with Ai, but Misaki sat a moment studying
the young woman. "Right," she said after a long moment and followed to
the car. 'This is going to be interesting,' she thought.
There was some confusion over who would sit where but Misaki settled
that by climbing into the back seat with Ai. As the car took off Ai
began, "Miss Misaki, do you know..."
"Do you mind if I get changed here?" Misaki cut her off, knowing she
really didn't want to answer that question.
Ai blushed but answered levelly, "It sould be all right."
Briskly Misaki yanked off her shorts and top, revealing the one piece
pvc swimsuit she wore, the sort of fetish wear she normaly used on these
jobs. Oddly she found them easy to move in and comfortable when
channeling the spirits. As she stretched out a bit to discard the shorts
she looked up to see both Soichiro and Haruna peering in the rearview
mirror, blushes coloring their cheeks.
"Eyes on the road," Misaki barked to both of them and they guiltily
turned back to the road, barely dodging another vehicle.
The first stop was a false alarm, but the second one.. that was the real
deal. Poor Soichiro practically pissed himself as the spirit manifested
through Misaki, with Ai standing by his and Haruna's side offering
naration of what was going on. Once Misaki got a grip on what the ghost
wanted she reasoned with it, and eventually felt the spirit pass on.
"Thank you," Soichiro sighed then moved off to phone in a report to his
superior.
Silently Misaki met Haruna's eyes and nodded to a room away from where
Ai and he were standing, then walked off briskly. Haruna followed a
moment later, closing the door behind her as she quietly said, "I didn't
know."
"Really?" Misaki asked flatly.
"I knew about you in general," Haruna conceded that, "but I had no idea
that the mistress I met last night would be the medium I met this
morning."
Misaki met her eyes, but had to decide she was telling the truth. To be
honest Misaki doubted that the woman could have faked the surprise she
had shown when they met earlier that day. "Fair enough," she nodded.
"I'm sorry if this made things uncomfortable for you," Haruna said.
"I'll manage," Misaki said, "and you might want to try to be a bit more
forceful. When Soichiro is gone you'll be in charge after all."
"Somehow I can't imagine topping you," Haruna blushed, "but I'll try."
Misaki studied Haruna a moment, silently considering how she felt last
night, then quietly said, "I think Asano can find a opening in my
schedule tonight if you were to come to Murmure."
Haruna's eyes widened a bit then she smiled, "I''d be honored,
mistress."
End
Notes: This is based off of the 4-episode anime and an article in
Newtype magazine, and probably contradicts the much longer manga series.
In the anime Misaki is surprisingly non-erotic for a dominatrix, and
seems to have no real sexual partners. She teases Soichiro and uses him
as a punching bag, but that seems about it.
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