Updated: Jan 23
The Mistress Files
by Tiffany Reisz
Published by MIRA books
Novella in the Original Sinners Series
Kingsley Edge, king of kink himself, wants Mistress Nora to write a training manual to instruct his other professional Dominants how to take better care of their clients. But Mistress Nora can't put pen to paper without churning out a sexy short story and Kingsley's training manual quickly turns into true tales of her adventures with her favorite clients.
A female submissive who can't orgasm.
A male Dominant too scared to do kink with his blind wife.
A rock star with a secret.
A vanilla gay woman with an embarrassing little problem.
A male switch with an itch for more than just pain.
These are their stories.
No review, as it's just 5 shorts stories, or files, of some of Nora's favorite clients. I enjoyed getting a more up close and personal view of what it is that Nora does on the job. Aside from the beatings. It really highlights that the most important part of the job is helping people in more ways than just what is presumed. There is a psychology to her job that isn't fully appreciated.
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Nora: "I don't smoke."
Sheridan: "But ..."
Nora: "But why am I smoking? Well, yeah, you got me there. I have this client. Some music publishing company bajillionaire. Total masochist. He's a human ashtray. All I have to do is use him as a footstool, smoke a cigarette and then put it out on his naked back. He orgasms so hard that Niagra Falls says 'Damn. Someone get the mop there.' Easy job. Fifteen-minute session. I charge him five thousand dollars for it. Plus twelve dollars for the plastic drop cloth."
Nora: "I'm depressed just hearing about it. We've got to get you back in business. Take your clothes off."
The Mistress grinned.
Nora: "I love that reaction. The 'now the shit gets real' reaction. I think it's my favorite part of the job. That and the money. And the clothes. And all the rich and famous people who are afraid of me because I know their kinks. Okay, I have a lot of favorite parts of this job. Anyway, I just noticed that you still have your clothes on, and I'm fairly certain I gave you an order.'"
The Mistress paused and tapped her temple
Nora: "Yes, I've reviewed the tapes. It was an order."
Sheridan: "I'm going to look fourteen forever."
Nora: "There are worse fates - working for Kingsley, for starters."
Sheridan: "I like him. Is he really that bad?"
Nora: "Terrible. It's impossible to get any work done with him around talking French at you and being all suave and seductive. Sometimes I fuck him just to shut him up."
Sheridan: "Poor you, Mistress."
Nora: "Tell me about it."
Jesus H. Christ Kingsley. Stop reading over my shoulder. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate with you breathing in my goddamn ear? I can hear your erection. Kingsley ... what are you doing? Stop biting me. I'm still typing here. I'm typing all of this. I want your biting me in the permanent record. Could someone tell Kingsley to please stop biting me? Fine. I'll do it myself. And now you're taking your clothes off. I love this damn job.
Robert: "I'm married."
Nora: "My sympathies."
Robert: "Just ... I'm afraid to ask for this. It's crazy. I know you'll say no. Will you come home with me and meet my wife?"
Nora: "You sick twisted motherfucker."
Robert blanched. The Mistress laughed.
Nora: "Come on. I'll drive."
Nora: "Now tell m how you know Kingsley. You must know Kingsley somehow."
Robert: "I know Kingsley."
Nora: "Carnal knowledge?"
Robert: "He wishes."
Nora: "I like you, Robert Bruce."
Nora: "True love?"
Robert: "Yeah ... for about six months. Loved her with all my cock and soul."
Nora: "How romantic."
Nora: "The wife is blind."
Cara: "That she is."
Robert: "Now do you see the problem?"
The Mistress looked Cara up and down. Beautiful woman - pale skin, ample curves, a beauty mark at the corner of her mouth ... and pale hazel eyes that stared unseeing at nothing and no one.
Nora: "Nope. I don't see a problem at all."
Cara: "I definitely don't see a problem at all."
Nora: "Funny and blind. I like this wife of yours."
Cara: "She'll keep her clothes on, won't she?"
Nora: "I'm already naked. Bedroom, perverts. Now. I have an idea."
Nora: "What's your favorite guilty pleasure food?"
Cara: "I don't know. Popcorn?"
Nora: "Don't insult me."
Cara: "Okay. Funyuns."
Nora: "Disgusting. And perfect. Funyuns it is. Let's do this. Don't be afraid. JUst have fun."
Nora: "You can do this."
Robert: "I can do this. I can't do this."
The Mistress slapped him hard on the side of the arm. Robert winced and mouthed an "ow."
Nora: "Did that hurt?"
Robert: "Yes, it did."
Nora: "Is it going to kill you?"
Nora: "There. That's what you're doing to Cara. Just giving her some thwaps. It'll hurt. It won't cause a bit of harm."
Robert: "My God ... That's my wife."
Nora: "Your wife and your property. Go claim her."
Nora: "Nice. Deep penetration. Are you trying to give her cervix a black eye or just going for a blow job from the other direction."
Nora: "You have a beautiful piece of property there."
Robert: "I know it."
Dante: "My band's hard-core."
Nora: "Hard-core? So am I. Poured scalding candle wax on a client's balls yesterday. Your band does that sort of thing?"
Dante: "Um ... we say 'fuck' a lot."
Nora: "Yeah, so did my grandmother."
Nora: "Some of my best friends are vanilla."
Dante: "I told you, I'm not one of those guys."
Nora: "What guys?"
Dante: "One of those guys. Kinky guys who want to get used by Dominatrixes, who want to crawl on their hands and knees for a woman, who want to get ordered around and treated like a fuck toy. That's not me."
Nora: "Really? Wonder why you have an erection just talking about it then ..."
Dante glanced down and laughed.
Dante: "I don't. You can't even -"
Nora: "You looked down to see if I could see it through your pants. If you weren't hard right now, you wouldn't have needed to look. Would you?"
Nora: "It's the scariest thing you can do - walk into a room where you know you're going to meet your real self. Would you do that? If there was a mirror out there and you knew if you looked into it, you'd see the real you ... would you look?"
Dante: "I think I'd cover that mirror with a sheet and then smash it with a sledgehammer."
Nora: "Exactly. Me, too. But these guys, they look. So yes, I respect them, I care bout them and I give them what they want and what they need. Then after an hour or two, I send them back out into the world that thinks they're sick perverts. In my dungeon I can protect them, I can make them feel safe and even normal. But out there - they're on their own."
Dante: "You don't let me get away with anything, do you?"
Dante: "Wanna tell me why?"
Nora: "Because the rest of the world lets you get away with murder. Don't deny it."
Nora: "I'm giving you shit because no one else in this wide world would dare to. Right?"
Slowly he nodded his agreement.
Dante: "I can't help it. You get to the level of fame and money I'm at, and you're surrounded by nothing but yes-men."
Nora: "That's why women like me exist. We're the antidote to yes-men. Come on. I'll show you my dungeon. You'll like it."
She pulled on his shirt, dragging him behind her down the hall.
Dante: "Hey, this shirt was expensive."
Nora: "So is my time. You don't hear me bitching, do you?"
Dante: "Weird. I thought all kink was, you know, the whips and chains."
Nora: "Not all of it. This world is much bigger than that."
Dante: "Hmm... Maybe I am kinky."
Nora: "Do tell."
Dante: "I ... it's kind of weird. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Nora: "I lost my virginity to a Catholic priest and that's one of my least weird sexual encounters. Trust me, I'll believe you."
Dante: "Is that weird?"
Nora: "No. It's sexy, it's erotic and it's so not vanilla."
Nora: "Are you enjoying it?"
Dante: "Doesn't matter. As long as she is."
Nora: "Spoken like a true sub."
Dante: "Mistress .... I think I'm in love with you."
Nora: "Well, you're only human."
Kingsley: "Why did you never safe out with him?"
Nora: "I did. But only once."
Nora: "Because, he ordered me to marry him."
Kingsley: "He must be a masochist, too."
Nora: "Oh, you're gonna get it big-time for that."
Nora: "Hmm... so many ways to make you my bitch. Hard to choose just one."
Nora: "Now I have to get you into the bedroom. How should I lead you there? Leash again?"
Kingsley: "God, no, please."
Nora: "Then it's on your hands and knees. Down boy."
Nora: "If I remember correctly, and I do, you've fucked me up the ass a few dozen times. Not very nice of you considering your cock is bigger than your ego."
Kingsley: "If we ever have a session where we don't need the first-aid kit, I'll find a new Dominatrix."
Nora: "I can't have that. You're my worst tipper and still my favorite client. Don't tell the boss though. He says I can't play favorites."
Kingsley: "Your secret is safe with me."
Nora: "And yours are safe with me. Always."
Nora: "You know this is the reason why people don't trust Switches. That little stunt you pulled just now?"
Kingsley: "Fucking you raw when you least expected it, you mean?"
Nora: "That one. That's why normal kinky people don't like us."
Kingsley: "I like us. You don't?"
Nora: "No, I don't like us. I fucking love us ... boss."
Nora: "Very nice to beat you."
Chris: "Beat me? I didn't think ..."
Kingsley: "She's joking. It's her line. It's an old line, and she should get some new lines."
Nora: "The man's cock is as big as his ego."
Chris: "That's huge."
Nora: "Tell me about it."
Nora: "I don't like the term bisexual. Too limiting. Let's just say that Hard Rock Cafe and I have one thing in common. We love all and serve all."