Elvira
Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2009 Joe Brewster
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"Mind if I sit down?" asked the buxom figure in a shear black dress; her long legs balanced on six-inch platform heels.
"Sure. Go ahead." Joe cleared his books away and took a good look at her. He couldn't help himself. Not with the way her dress hugged her body. Her cleavage was right there, practically in his face: a black 'V' framing her creamy white fullness.
"I figured you needed some company," she said, sitting down. "I walked past here hours ago and saw you studying in this exact same spot.
“I hope you drink a lot of coffee,” she said. “They'll have to start charging a cover if you don’t. All you bookworms and journal freaks have got every table in the place staked out."
"There's tables open," Joe told her.
"Not for long,” she said. “Anyway, it's a good excuse for me to be bugging you, eh? We’re being thoughtful of others, doubling up like this."
"You're not bugging me," Joe said. The Sexy Lady smiled at that.
She sipped her latte and licked whipped cream from her upper lip. Joe pointed at his nose and she touched a finger to the tip of her own nose and it came away with a bit of froth on it. "Thanks," she said, giving it a delicate, dainty-like, swipe.
Her deep-ruby lips kissed the fluffy cream from her long white fingers; so dainty still. The talons of her fingertips, painted to match her lips, seemed ironic. Looking out from under the great shock of coal-black tresses her confident predatory appraisal of Joe confirmed the irony. Not so dainty after all.
"I'm Elvira."
"I’m Joe."
They nodded at each other.
"Like the lady who used to be on TV," Joe said, "Mistress of the Dark?"
"Exactly. I mean that's not my real name. I don't go around like this at my day job. It's the alter-ego I use when I see someone that needs discipline."
"Discipline?" Joe repeated, as though he wasn’t sure he heard her correctly. She ignored his inflection and Joe let it pass.
"You into Jung?" she asked, nodding toward the psychology texts. "--Say that fast three times-- You’re a psychology major, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm studying to be a psychologist. Not a Jungian but I like his stuff. The collective unconscious, masculine and feminine personas - stuff like that - I agree with a lot of his theory."
"I went to a Jungian group for a while,” Elvira told him. “What a laugh. So uptight, so serious. They're like a cult. If they would’ve lightened up a little maybe I'd have kept on with it. They could use some new blood. You should look into it. At least then I'd get my sessions for free." Elvira held his gaze.
"How's that?"
"You're going to be my slave."
Joe did a mini spit-take, "What? Where does that come from? Slave? Are you nuts or something?"
"Settle down, little one. I’m just joking with you a little." She laughed. "But that's what you thought I was into, right? That's why you wanted me to sit down."
"You walked up on your own,” Joe said. “I didn't ask you."
"But you wanted me to,” she countered. “You know you did."
Joe knew.
"I thought maybe you're into Goth,” Joe said, “or you’re wearing a Halloween costume for some reason. How was I supposed to know?"
"Spare me,” she said. “You've got the need, Joe. It’s written all over you. I can see it a mile away. But that's the way it works, doesn't it?"
"What?"
"The unconscious mind," Elvira said.
"You're nuts."
"So they tell me..." She sat back and sipped her coffee.
"What do you mean, I've got the need?" Joe asked.
"The need to serve your Dark Mistress,” she told him bluntly. “You want to get down on all fours and grovel before me so bad it hurts inside, doesn’t it? Admit it."
"You're nuts."
"You said that twice already,” Elvira informed him. “You might actually hurt my feelings one of these times if you keep it up."
"Whatever… but I'm not like you think I am," Joe said.
"Say it."
"I don't know what you call it but I'm not into that," Joe said.
"Submissive,” Elvira told him, “as in big “D”, little “s”: Dominant slash submissive. Tell me you're not submissive, Joe. Go ahead. I dare you."
"I already told you." Joe felt trapped. If he told her he wasn't submissive he’d be obeying her command.
"Oh what a tangled web, Joe,” Elvira shook her head with mock sadness, “Oh what a tangled web-- and you're weaving it."
"I'm not deceiving you," Joe told her.
"Your Freudian Slip is showing, my little man,” Elvira smirked. “You said it. You're not deceiving me at all. I see right through you. You're deceiving yourself-- or trying to at least. But it's not working, is it, Joe?"
"Lady, I don't know what your game is exactly, but I'm tired,” Joe sounded defeated. “I’ve done too much studying... drank too much caffeine... not gotten enough sleep... just everything in general right now has got me worn out."
He pulled himself upright and leaned his elbows on the table. "I like you. I can't say why exactly. Maybe it’s because you're old enough to be my mother--who knows? But this Mistress kick you’re on – The Dominatrix thing --- whatever... it honestly seems a little lame." Feeling bolder now, "Why don't we just go to your place and have fun, okay? Like regular people?"
"Like regular people?" She smiled. "I like that. Sure, Joe, why not? That's what I meant all along. I mean subs are people too. It doesn't make you a perv." Joe frowned. She went on, "Just go with it. I won't hurt you. Trust me you'll like it."
"Well I didn't figure you were looking to hurt me," he told her, "but, like I said, I'm tired. Maybe some other time I'd be up for it. Right now though it just sounds too much like work."
"I'll do all the work,” she told him. “You'll be cuffed. Lying down. Nothing to it." She could see Joe's fatigue beginning to work on him. Dampening his fears. Nearly ready to give in. "Tell you what, Joe. Let's settle this with a bet, okay? I'll prove to you that you want to be my sub. Do you want to bet your ass I can't?"
"Bet? Bet what?"
"Here." She slid his notebook in front of him and handed him his pen. "Write this down: I don't want to be Elvira's sub."
Joe wrote in the notebook. When he finished Elvira grabbed what he'd written and said, "Joe you wrote the words 'I want to be Elvira's sub.' It's right there just like I thought."
"No, I didn't. You're out of your mind."
"Oh, I am, am I?" She sat back smug, "Bet me you didn't."
"It's a bet."
"Your ass is at stake, Joe."
"It's a bet."
Elvira scribbled something with the pen and gave the tablet back to Joe.
"Read it," she said.
"Hey, you crossed out the word 'Don't'," Joe protested.
"Read what's there on the page. You wrote it, didn't you? I didn't add any words, did I?"
Joe paused.
"Go ahead, Joe,” she told him. “Read what you wrote. Out loud."
"It says 'I want to be Elvira's sub.' But only because you crossed-out the word 'don't'. That's not fair."
"I gave you a chance to back out, Joe. You didn't even blink. You know enough about how the mind works, Joe. At some level of awareness you knew what I said was literally true. You wrote those words but not even a tug of doubt crossed your mind. You wanted to lose, Joe. You wanted to be my little submissive bitch." She reached out and touched Joe’s hand, and smiled.
Joe laughed out loud.
"Anyone ever tell you cheaters never prosper?" he said.
"Kiss my ass, Joe,” she told him. “I didn't cheat. You could say I tricked you but only because you wanted to be tricked. By the way, when I say 'Kiss my ass' I mean that literally." She held his gaze.
"Well, bend over then," Joe said brusquely.
"Not here. Later."
"Aren't you supposed to tell me you don't like my tone?” Joe asked. “Shouldn’t you put me in my place or something?" Joe taunted her.
She laughed, "Eat me, Bitch."
"Now you're talking,” Joe said. “That I can handle." They both laughed.
"So what's up with this act?" Joe asked. "You are obviously not a Dominatrix. What gives?"
"If Mr. Know-it-all wants to find out he'll have to play along." She paused and looked at him a moment, "What do you say, Joe? Your ass is mine any way you look at it."
She could see he liked the sound of that. He couldn't help but smile.
"Okay." Joe gathered his stuff in his backpack. "Let's get out of here then."
They walked out into the warm evening air. Out on the street Elvira took off her platform stilettos and handed them to Joe.
"I'm just a block down and one over," she told him. "We can walk. This'll be more comfortable," indicating her bare feet; toes painted vermilion to match her fingernails. All that exposed skin glowing soft-white a stark contrast to the dark of her dress and polished toenails.
Joe seemed into it, carrying her shoes, playing her bitch.
"How's this going to work?" He asked, curious. "Do I get safe words or something if it gets too weird?"
"I thought you said you didn't know about this stuff? Safe words? You don't need that. You can get out of it whenever you want, Joe."
"Cool,” Joe said. “At first when you said 'slave' I was thinking hardcore, you know? That's far out. But I've heard of safe words and role-playing. I’ve never done it though."
"Well, my young friend,” Elvira said, “it sounds as though you're all set up for a unique educational experience. Trust me. It'll be fun."
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Joe awoke the next morning still cuffed to the massage table. He was naked.
Elvira sat nearby in a chair drinking herbal tea.
"What time is it?" he asked. "I’ve got a lecture at Nine o’clock. I can't miss it."
"You already did."
"Damn,” Joe said. “I guess it's just as well. My ass is on fire. I probably couldn't have sat still long enough for an entire lecture anyway." He started tugging on the cuffs. "Get me out of here already. I gotta go. You had your fun."
"You scuff my table anymore than it is and I'll beat your ass all over again,” Elvira said. “Hang on. See that rivet near the keyhole? Press it."
Joe pressed a button on the flat part of the manacle, releasing the lock.
"I told you you could get out whenever you wanted." She took a sip of tea then continued, "I should've let you lie there until you figured it out but I need that table. I've got an appointment coming in."
"Damn," Joe said, still lying there. "I knew these had to be trick cuffs. The way you made such a big show of clanging the metal rings together, showing me how strong they were, I figured it had to be breakaway chains. Shit. I never thought to press on the rivet. Damn. I don't believe it. That button looks so obvious now. I got my ass beat for nothing. I could've gotten out a long time ago."
"I told you," Elvira said.
Joe started to get up.
"Hang on a sec, Hon," Elvira told him. "We've got a few minutes. Let me put another bit of lotion on your bum. I think you need it."
"I need something,” Joe said. “Whatever happened to 'I won't hurt you'? We were just supposed to have fun."
"We did, didn't we? You got laid, didn't you? I let you go down on me, right?"
"Yeah, but all that stuff before I went down on you,” Joe sighed, “all that punishment I took to earn a blowjob and get laid. My ass hurts like hell."
"I didn't hurt you,” she said. “It may sting, or smart – smart ass - but you're not injured. You got a healthy dose of pain, that’s all; some discipline; a good old fashion ass whipping." Joe moaned as she applied the balm. "Feels good now doesn't it?"
"Ooh, yes. Oh, hell yes."
"Without the pain you wouldn't have that pleasure."
"HmMmmmm," Joe hummed contentedly.
"I think maybe I would make a good Dominatrix," she said.
"HmMmmmmm," Joe concurred.
"I'd need a new wardrobe though."
"Hmm?"
"That get-up last night was an old Halloween costume,” Elvira said. “A pair of cut-offs, a halter top and a pair of Birkenstocks is about as sexy as I get usually. And fake nails? No way. Not in this business."
She looked up at the clock.
"Okay, Joe. I've got to hop in the shower and get ready for my first client of the day. You can let yourself out when you're ready."
"Hey, wait." Joe pushed himself up on his elbows. "What's your name? Can I see you again?"
"My name's right there, Dummy," She pointed at a framed certificate: Dora Keller, Certified Massage Therapist. "Take one of my cards on the way out and give me a call later if you'd like. I'd let you hang around but I don't think you want to see who's coming in."
"Why not?"
"It's the lady that pointed you out to me yesterday at the coffee shop. We were running errands together and we just happened to walk past the coffee shop’s storefront window. That's one of the things I love about my job. Sometimes a client becomes a friend."
"Who is she?" Joe asked.
"A very nice woman,” Dora said. “She told me what a nice boy you are. Obedient. Fun loving. And hung like a horse. Your Mom's great."
The End