Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Ghost Talker's Daydream, they belong to the creators of the manga and anime, I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
Ghost Talker's Daydream: 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.