Lilly

August 16, 2023

Lilly part 1.

She sits huffing and puffing, never a patient woman as she waits to begin a session. A professional Dominatrix for more years than she cares to remember, her skills highly sought after. Able now to charge premium rates, and as such only seeing four or five clients a week.

Lilly can be many different things

depending on their needs, from a light spanking and gentle verbal reprimands all the way up to the nailing of scrotums to various different surfaces, and verbal ***s that would cause a Regimental Sergeant Major to quake where he stood. A woman of vast experience whom all in the community respect, and seek should advice be needed.

All this she still enjoys, but slightly jaded as any career can leave one after many years. At times her mind has wondered about the possibility of retirement, but in all honesty she can't really see it happening. She just enjoys it too much, Hurting them for what they are, men, punishing them for spending a lifetime thinking with their dicks. Marking and bruising them, showing them the truth of who they really are. Even if they could not pay any more she knows she would still do it, the memories of those squeals and grunts as she taught them the lessons they sought and deserved helped her sleep at night, and why would she give such delights up, she could be many things, but a fool she was not.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and even now with so many years behind her they can still surprise with how affectionate they can be, or how downright stupid and even dangerous. She at times

has to protect the stupid ones from themselves, as they don't sometimes understand the very real risks involved, but she does, and prides herself in her

ability to Inflict the harshest treatment, yet patch them up and send them home in one

piece.

There is a play partner, she has two actually, and switches with both, cares for both, but her primary although he didn't know it was slowly gaining her affection. It was something that vexed her slightly, irked as she values her independence

and can feel it eroding slightly as he wormes his way under her skin. She wanted to see him, she wanted him around and that caused confusion for a woman who was used to being in control at all times. "***y men" she thinks, but the hint of a smile, unwanted but there all the

same. "Going soft in my old age."

The doorbell suddenly chimes interrupting her pleasant reverie, and she's instantly annoyed by the impudent worm. How rude to interrupt her thoughts of things to come, already planning to issue a couple of extra strokes for the downright bad timing "stupid boy" muttered quietly, and now a full smile as she prowls to the door suddenly energised, relishing some fun, especially the squeals those extra strokes, with an extra portion of vigour will bring.