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I plan to update this story once a month at the moment. I can't give you a specific day yet, but I will be sure to include that in the notes if that changes. I'm working on three stories at once and I think a schedule would be the best idea. So, please bear with me here.
Warning: If you are interested in getting involved in the lifestyle, please take care and do research. Don't jump in the middle of the lifestyle after reading stories. Find a mentor in your area, find out about munches in your area, get out and get involved before you begin to play. Always be safe, sane, and consensual.
The Client List will talk about Bella's clients; let's see who is here and what she does with each one of them. Esme asks Bella for a favor what do you think it could be?
Chapter 2
The Client List
Every night of the week, I had a client for domination, and I could never wait to get home. I was looking forward to donning my tight leather outfit, and letting loose the aggravation I sometimes carried while working in the studio.
My week was full of different clients and each had their own taste for things they wanted to experience. I never had sex with any of my clients, and I planned to keep it that way for a good long while.
My first client was Rosalie Hale-McCarty; she was the opposite of what I truly thought she would be. Rosalie was strong-minded, very opinionated, and a downright bitch, if you crossed her path. However, I guess you had to be working in the industry she does. She works for one of the biggest automobile companies in the country, and she does all of her work from home. She designs engines, tests them, and is envied by men all around. Her husband, Emmett, was a linebacker for the Seattle Seahawks and the envy of all men too. Not only did he have the lustrous position on an NFL team, he also had a wife that looked like a supermodel. Rosalie was not only extremely smart, she was absolutely gorgeous.
Their looks or careers weren't what concerned me or made me take pause when she came to me. It was the fact that miss confident, grab a man by the balls, and never take anyone's shit had a secret. She loved to be told what to do, but she didn't want any of the men at work to know this little secret and for good reason. Hell, I wouldn't have let them know either.
Apparently, Rose and Emmett had been dabbling in the lifestyle, but Emmett couldn't seem to control how he welded a whip or a riding crop. He would sometimes injury Rose. It wasn't intently per se, but because of his inexperience in reading her body, and the fact they went into this blindly, he made huge mistakes. She told me about times the handcuffs where left on for too long, and the marks she had to cover to go to work. He used the wrong candles during wax play and burnt her in several spots. He had even struck her so hard at one point, he opened a wound on her back, which was very unacceptable. I knew I had to help them before something terrible happened. I couldn't imagine if she had been into choking or cutting; hell, he would've killed her.
I took Emmett under my wing and made him my submissive at first, with Rose attending every meeting. I didn't want photos of him coming out of my house and for someone to exposé him for cheating on his wife. Those types of highlights would grace the covers of magazines. I didn't want to be photographed in that kind of light, and I'm sure he didn't want the rumors to spread either. It didn't stop the paparazzi from taking pictures, but at least she was with us in everyone of the photos that graced the covers of magazines.
The main concept I went over with the pair was impact play and wax play; I needed to cover those before something happened. I sat them both down at first and went over lists and things each wanted to learn how to do, and how to make their D/s relationship better.
I never allowed Emmett to weld any kind of tool against me, as Carlisle had trained me at first. I used all my tools on him, and showed him the wrong way to hit. I never struck him as hard as he had Rose, but I came close, just to prove my point. It didn't take long for him to learn that he had to tone down his strength in order to keep her safe. I preached to them safe, sane, and consensual,over and over.
"Tone it down," I scolded Emmett as he whipped the riding crop through the air.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied lowering his eyes to the floor.
"Look, you have to learn that we are not on a football field, a weight room, or some other place where you exert your strength. I need you to be that person that walks through my door every night before we get here. The gentle bear," I said trying to get it through his thick skull that it wasn't a competition of whose dick was bigger than whose in here.
Emmett constantly struggled to get into the mindset that was needed to be a dominant to his wife, who desperately yearned for someone to take control every once in a while.
"Watch me Emmett," I said walking over to Rose who was kneeling on the ground.
"Stand," I demanded.
"Hold your arm out, Rose," I ordered. I didn't call Emmett and Rose names because I wanted them to understand this was a learning process at first.
I lightly stroked her arm with the tip of my riding crop and when she least expected it, I gently landed a blow on her arm.
"Tell me how that feels," I demanded.
"You surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to smack me with it yet. However, it wasn't bad," she said looking over at her arm.
"Good," I said.
I used the tip to gently glide over her exposed body. I had instructed Rose to wear a tank top and jeans at first. I wanted the blows landed on her bottom to have a little less bite to them.
"How about now, Rose? What does it feel like with me dragging my crop all over your exposed body?"
"Feels good actually. I can feel every nerve standing at attention."
"You use the riding crop to stimulate her, not beat the shit out of her," I said in a condescending tone to Emmett.
After that first lecture, both had been doing well. It wouldn't be much longer before I allowed them to be on their own together, but as of right now, they were still learning. The training I did with them was every Monday in my playroom, and I found certain aspects of it fulfilling. However, there was still something missing from the mix, not to mention that Emmett had blue eyes, and was a crappy submissive.
On Tuesday, I provided services for the Whitlock's; yes, another married couple. But, this one was a little different than Rose and Emmett's situation; Rose and Emmett were both newbie's, but Alice and Jasper were a different story. Alice had been a dominant in another relationship, and Jasper had been a submissive in another relationship. There were moments when they wanted to reverse the roles. Alice wanted Jasper to take the reins sometimes and lead her through things, but Jasper was struggling to take the control needed. They wanted to find a happy medium in their switch relationship.
Even though Jasper knew what it felt like to be struck with a whip or riding crop and knew which areas to avoid, he still wasn't confident in his domination. Alice would grow tired of trying to build up Jasper's confidence and offered to bring a submissive friend into their playroom at home. However, Jasper was pissed when the playmate was a male. It wasn't that Jasper hadn't experienced those things before, but he wasn't about to share his time with Alice like that. He didn't want to share her with anyone.
They had both given up the lifestyle, when they thought the other wasn't into those kind of things, and tried desperately to forage a vanilla sex life. However, the lifestyle was never far from their minds. In an attempt to come to terms and become switches, they had to learn the others roles, and this is where I stepped in. Alice had seen my card at the club. She told Jasper about me, and we all had dinner one night to discuss the situation. I think they were pleased with the aspect that I didn't have sexual relations with my clients. To me, it was all about the craft or the art of domination. Jasper's tension of sharing Alice was alleviated, and they could now learn the pleasure of both roles.
"Harder," I demanded.
"Yes, Mistress," Jasper responded.
"Don't call me Mistress, hit her harder," I said trying to make him come out of his shell. When he called me Mistress, it made his mind revert to him being a submissive, and a very good one he was too. He would listen to every demand and immediately react. If it wasn't for the fact he was married and was sporting blue eyes, he would have been perfect for me. But, that was the point I was trying to make. He didn't have to listen to me; I needed him to push himself. He knows she can't handle hard yet;he is willing to do it because I said.
"Red," Alice yelled after Jasper landed the first blow from the cane.
"Why did you red Alice?" I asked.
"Look at your Master," I instructed.
"You were hurting me, and I couldn't take it anymore," she almost cried, but she didn't allow the tears to spill over.
"I'm so sorry Alice.I don't want to hurt you," Jasper cooed to her. This session was over, but I had to talk to them. I needed to have a less 'hands on' approach to things because when I stepped in, he didn't buck me. Hell, I think I could have called him every name in the book, and he still would have done what was asked of him.
I needed something to trigger his temper and make him respond to me. I needed to piss him off. I needed to talk to Alice to see if there was something that rubbed Jasper the wrong way and use it to my advantage.
Wednesday night, I had lost my recently new client due to differences of opinions. Jane wanted more than I was willing to give. Jane was a pain slut, and the more pain she was in, the better. Personally, it wasn't my favorite hour, but she did pay me well. However, when she wanted to introduce knife play into our little sessions, I quickly declined and gave her the boot out the door.
Now, sex to me meant the physical act of penetrating ones mouth, anus, or pussy with some form of penis. I even considered the use of a dildo a form of sex. Hell, even fingering would be along those same lines. As long as the clients were not penetrating my mouth, ass, or pussy … we weren't having sex. However, the only exception I had were two clients, and it wasn't sex in my personal opinion; it was a means to an end.
Thursday night was one of those exceptions and even it had rules. Jared was my Thursday client, and with him, it was all about humiliation. There was something else about Jared which intrigued me. He liked to watch porn in his free time; in fact, he had gotten fired from his job because he was using their server to access porn websites. But, that didn't stop his obsession with it.
When we had our client meeting in the dining room, like I did with all my clients, and he really opened up about his porn addiction.
"What type do you like to watch the most?" I asked because I was curious. What if he liked something I wanted to watch?
"My favorite," he paused and blushed.
"Yes, your favorite. Tell me about it," I said trying to pull him out of his shell.
"Well, it's the one called 'Twilia Does Vampire Cock'
"And, what makes this porn stand out from the rest?" I asked.
"It's great. He doesn't want to be with her, but he can't help himself. Twilia's name in the video is Twilia Vanpussy, and her vampire lover is Edwin Massive Cock. I like them because I think our cocks match, in width, not size."
Jared looked down at his hands like he was embarrassed of something.
"Jared, what is wrong?"
"It's … I try to watch porn and size the men up to me. I mean, I can get aroused by watching, but if the men are the same size, it kinda helps the image in my mind."
"I see. Is there any particular reason why you like the vampire one better than the rest?" I asked.
"Well, when he cums on her, it sparkles. I think that's pretty cool. She makes him want it. He tries to avoid her, but she forces him to do it. And, when he gets possessive of her because the werewolf comes around, it gets intense."
It seems even the vampires and wolves of this era have made it into porn.
Jared and I hashed out his likes and dislikes and set a tentative time of Thursday nights. I would open the door for him every Thursday, where he was consistently on time. He would strip in my foyer, where I would attach a collar. I would then place him on a leash and led him to the playroom. Once inside, he would lick my boots like the good little boy he was, and if he missed a spot, I made him start all over again. I always made sure the boots I used were properly cleaned before hand, and never, ever wore them outside the house. Boot worship wasn't something that turned me on greatly, but I knew it did him.
Once he licked my boots, I would demand him to drink from the water bowels on the floor of my playroom. He loved being called my slave and fucking boot licker. I wouldn't believe someone could get turned on from being called such things, but Jared did. His cock would twitch and harden when I used those words, and when I deepened my tone and made the harsh sounds, he would buck against anything looking for friction.
He actually came one time when I called him a good for nothing, can't even keep his job, porn watching junkie, all while pulling his hair back, making him look at me. I watched his eyes glaze over and the strain of veins in his face and then saw the puddle at my feet.
So, I played into that aspect. He got turned on by my humiliating words, and the control over him turned me on. I wondered what he would do with live porn in front of his face.
"Boot slave," I purred sweetly.
"I have a special surprise for you today, my little porn addict," I said leading him over to the cross. I lifted his arms above his head, attaching his left arm to the cuffs connected to the cross.
"You can look, but you can't touch," I cooed getting him all riled up.
I attached both his legs so he wouldn't be able to move. Once he was secure in his confides, I moved my chair in front of him. I had decided earlier in the day to make sure my outfit was easy to slide to the side and expose to him my pussy. I lifted my breasts out of the corset I was wearing. I pinched and teased my nipples as Jared watched, almost drooling at the mouth at the sight before him.
It wasn't much longer before my fingers found their way into my crotchless panties. I slipped my fingers into my folds and fantasized about the green-eye man of my dreams. Every so often when the cuffs rattled from across the room, Iopened my eyes to see Jared masturbating with his hand that I didn't cuff.
"That's a good little slut;be sure to work in all that pre cum from your tip," I said looking him right in the eyes.
I closed my eyes and went back to the green-eyed submissive at my feet. It wasn't longbefore both of us succumbed to our separate climaxes.
That was the first night I allowed anything to happen, and it was one of the reasons why Friday's client was allowed to do new things now.
Friday nights were the greatest for me because Mike Newton was my client then. Mike was a funny character and loved feet. Mike's foot fetish was so profound that many people shied away from him. Mike wasn't in the lifestyle really, but he did love feet. Our sessions always started out the same way every week; he would wash my feet, while I instructed him on the areas that needed the most work. He would then kiss every, toe sucking them into his mouth. He would swirl his tongue all over my toes. It was almost hard not to become turned on from his ministrations.
Once he was done loving them with his mouth, then he would love them with his hands. He would rub lavender oils he brought with him to massage my feet. Oh, the things he could do with those hands, and on tired feet that had stood all day.
But, that wasn't the only thing that Mike liked to do. As Mike massaged my feet, he would become aroused, and several times, he asked me to pull my feet toward my crotch and allow him to not only fuck me, but also my feet simultaneously.
"Please, Mistress," he begged at my feet.
"No, foot fucker," I would belittle him; he knew the rules.
"Give me something Mistress, anything," he pleaded.
After a while of hearing this every time we were together, I was having to punish him because he would beg. Good foot fuckers didn't beg; they took what their mistress allowed. I grew tired of punishing him. I set up a meeting with him before any more sessions took place.
"Right now we are talking as two consenting adults here, and some changes will have to be made before we can continue any longer," I stated.
"Okay," he said timidly.
When we sat at my dining room table, he was allowed to address me freely, but respectfully.
"You know the rules I have in place, and I don't plan on breaking those rules anytime soon. However, with the arousal you get from touching my feet, I think I might be able to comprise," I said.
He nodded for me to continue.
"I will now allow you to fuck my feet, but that is the only comprise."
Mike's eyes light up like a Christmas tree, and things after that were better for us. He found his pleasure in my feet, and I watched as he pleasured himself with them. He held my feet together as he trusted his three-inch dick between my soles. Sometimes I would move my feet along because let's face it having your feet massaged in any way was a bonus.
Saturday and Sunday were my free days. I had turned down a couple of clients. I was the mistress of my playroom. I didn't have to take everyone in. I only took in the one's I thought I could help; plus our lists had to match, otherwise I wasn't interested.
On Sundays I didn't have a client, but Esme and I would always meet up for lunch.
"So, how was this week?" Esme asked after ordering our food.
"Same ole thing," I replied sipping my water.
"Well, I have news. Carlisle's nephew is moving to Seattle. He should be here sometime this week."
"Really, that's great. I didn't know Carlisle had relatives," I said.
This was the first time Esme had ever mentioned family, I figured something must have happened to bring them to Seattle. Carlisle was originally from Chicago, but after finishing medical school, he moved here.
"We don't talk much about them. Carlisle and his brother had a falling out some years back, and things haven't been right between them ever since," Esme confessed.
"That's sad," I sighed.
It was sad when you didn't have anyone in your biological family to talk to or have some kind of bond with, and even more sad that a disagreement had caused the split.
"We've managed pretty well, but it gets to Carlisle every now and then. I'm actually quite shocked that his nephew is coming. I figured his father would forbid him from coming to find us."
"So, what do you know about your nephew?" I asked because it seemed she didn't have all the answers.
"Not much. Carlisle and his brother have been estranged for many years. I would say his nephew was born shortly before the time of the disagreement. Hell, I don't even know if Carlisle knew him as a child."
"How long have Carlisle and you been together?" I asked perplexed. I figured they had been together for a long while. They were the same age as my parents.
She giggled, "We meet twenty years ago. I think his nephew is twenty-three. He finished college last year, and then took off to Europe for a year. He recently came back to the States."
"I thought Carlisle and you had been together longer," I mused. However, twenty years wasn't as long as I thought.
"I know what you mean. It seems like we have been together forever too, but no."
"So, is he staying with Carlisle and you?" I asked around the salad that had arrived at the table.
"Unfortunately," she muttered.
"Why is that such a problem?" I asked.
"First of all, the fall out between the boys was over our lifestyle. I'm worried that if he lives with us that his father will try to say we corrupted him …" she stopped mid sentence and looked over at me with wide hopeful eyes.
"Oh, Bella … your parent's house, it's sitting there with no one living in it. Please, can Carlisle's nephew rent it from you while he is here?"
"I don't know Esme," I replied.
How did I feel about someone else living in that house? She did have a point. It was sitting, and I had to go out there in the winter to make sure the pipes didn't freeze. Maybe having someone in the house would eliminate the maintenance I had to do to keep it from falling apart.
"Please, Isabella," she begged.
Great, she first named me; it was a matter of time before she begged using my full name. I hate that crap. I had to stop her before she did.
"Fine," I mumbled.
"Oh, thank you so much. Now, I won't have to give up my playtime," she laughed.
I couldn't help it and laughed right along with her. Who wanted to give up playtime?
We talked about how much rent he should pay and when to expect him in town. I told her I would stop by with the keys to the house, and I wanted to meet him first. I wanted to see who was taking my parent's home. She couldn't give me much to go on; so I would have to see for myself. She said that when he was settled, we could have dinner, and I agreed. We were getting ready to leave the café when she pulled me in for a hug.
"Thank you so much, Bella."
"You're welcome," I replied hugging her back.
"You know you need someone to take care of you," she said pulling back from the embrace.
"I know," I mumbled.
I hated talking about my love life because it was nonexistent anymore.
"Maybe Carlisle's nephew would be interested in taking you on a couple of dates. Especially, with him being new in town and all."
"Don't worry about it, Esme. I'll find someone someday," I sighed.
"I know, but think about it at least."
I nodded and we parted ways.
I had to meet him first, but I bet he would be like every other male I had dated in the last couple of years. I wasn't about to have another one telling me what to do and when to do it. Hell, sometimes I strongly considered dating females. I wasn't opposed really, but there was something about a cock that turned me on. I decided I would let it go and ponder on it another time.
A/N: All right guys another chapter and we have learned about all the clients Bella helps out. We didn't see the appearance of Edward, but don't worry because the next chapter will be his part in all this, and his explosive meeting with Bella. As always don't forget to leave a review, and follow if you haven't already.
