Hiding

Same disclaimers apply- also much of the info re: dom experiences gathered from various resources:
Sexual Power for Women by Georgeann Cross, copyright © 1997 by Georgeann Cross- borrowed without permission but just a little tidbit here and there
That's "Mistress Freelancer" to you by By Katharine Mieszkowski from Salon.com
and a great little article at http://www.smileandactnice.com/life/itsaliving/dominatrix/


The next morning, Roisin awoke to the sound of Kurt singing softly to himself in the kitchen and the lovely breakfasty smells. She sat up, rubbing her temples softly, feeling grateful that she felt nowhere near as ill as she had last night. She crawled out of bed and grabbed a robe she’d made, wrapping it around herself. She pulled her tail through the little opening in the back it ait and made her way to the bathroom. She used the bathroom and washed her face quickly, noticing a little bit of blue fur in the tub. She giggled at the sight, trying to imagine Kurt sneaking upstairs early and taking a bath while trying not to wake her.

She walked downstairs and into the kitchen, smiling at the sight that met her. Kurt had an apron tied around his waist, was wearing jeans with a hole cut haphazardly in the back for his tail and a white tee shirt and was listening to music on a walkman with earphones over his pointed ears. He was flipping an omelet in the frying pan, using his tail to set up the table at the same time. He smiled when he saw her, and she felt the honesty in his smile- he was actually glad to see her and wasn’t just pretending. She immediately felt another wave of guilt wash over her for last night’s unauthorized plunder of his emotional past and decided to come clean.

She sat down at the table and opened her mouth to start.

“Roisin. Da haben Sie es! I was worried about you. You slept rather late.” He gestured to the clock above the stove, which read 10:30. “What time does your store open?”

Roisin groaned. “Ten. Shit. It’s all right, I…I can put up a sign saying I’m closed for inventory. I do need to work on it a little more. Kurt, I want to explain about last night.”

“There’s no need, as tas totally inappropriate of me to take advantage of you like that. I won’t deny that I’m attracted to you, because, I mean, look at you, but…Out of the goodness of your heart you have offered to take me in and offer me shelter and it was wrong of me to abuse that kindness.” Kurt had placed the omelets on plates now and put one in front of her.

“Kurt- that’s not what I meant. And I don’t feel that you took advantage of me. I kissed you, after all. But there’s something else I need to tell you. I’m afraid you won’t be thinking so much of the goodness of my heart after I tell you.” She looked up at him, his face full of concern and his glowing eyes searching her own.

“Kurt, last night while you were sleeping…I read you. I wanted to know what had happened to you and I know I should have just asked but I can see that you’re a very proud man and that it’s hard for you to ask for help. You’re obviously used to being in control of yourself and taking charge and leading others. I could feel throughout the evening that you were feeling somewhat vulnerable and I didn’t want to make it worse. But I know what happened to you. I felt it. And it was different than anytime I’ve ever read anyone before. Usually when I read someone’s emotions, I just feel them, and I have to sort of fill in what caused them or what the scenario at the time was. But with you…I could see it. I could hear things.” Roisin looked down at her plate. She heard him sigh deeply.

“You read me? Without asking? Yesterday you promised you would only read me if I gave you permission.” He went quiet. The two of them ate their breakfasts in silence.

“Kurt, I’m sorry. It was unforgivable of me to do that without asking you first. I just, I want to help. Last night, when we were upstairs, I could feel the self-loathing you felt; I could feel your disappointment in yourself. I don’t want you to feel that. You deserve more. You’re a good man, you’ve been a good leader to your teammates and you’ve been an inspiration to a bunch of those kids up there who don’t pass for human the way some of the other kids do. Logan didn’t tell me much about you- just that you’re a good man. And I believe that, and I want you to believe it to. I know this must sound like I’m just rationalizing what I did and maybe I am to a degree. But I really want to help you- I want you to see what kind of man you really are, the kind of man that I can see you are and that you can’t because of what’s happened to you.”

Kurt was silent for a moment. He looked up at her, a quizzical smile on his mouth, his fangs shining in the morning sun streaming through the little kitchen.

“What are you going to do? Beat the guilt out of me?” He teased. Roisin blushed a little bit.

“No…not beat, per se. Maybe just a little training. Most of the clients I used to have spent all week long telling people what to do and micromanaging every single aspect of their lives from the time that their coffee came to them to the time they allowed themselves to masturbate once every two weeks. These people constantly had to control others, their coworkers, their employees, their wives, their husbands, and their children. Every single aspect of their life was about control. And it exhausted them. I gave them the opportunity to let that go. I took their control away; I took away their choices. I told them what they could do and what they couldn’t, when they could speak, when they couldn’t. I told them when they could touch themselves and when they couldn’t.” She paused, looking to see Kurt’s reaction to what she had told him so far.

“Roisin…”he sighed. “I understand why you did what you did. And you’re right. I do tend to be a little too proud to ask for help and I probably wouldn’t have told you those things that you saw. As to why you saw my emotions instead of just feeling them like you have with other people, I have no idea. When things calm down a little with the Church of Humanity people, we’ll go see Charles Xavier. Maybe he can explain things. Tell me more about your Dom thing. Let’s just clean up in here and then we can go do the inventory in the store while you tell me.” He smiled at her. Roisin jumped up and walked over to Kurt, enveloping him in a tight hug.

“You’re something special, Kurt Wagner. You really are. I just hope I can help you in some way so that you can see how special you really are. I still need to take a bath really quick- can you finish up down here?” She gestured at the breakfast dishes and the pan on the stove. Kurt nodded, rubbing her back with his two fingered hands, while his long thumbs rubbed in a little circle. She arched her back and leaned into him, closing her eyes. The smell of him was intoxicating and she wished she could put a name on it. He smiled down at her, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed against him and the comfort it offered.

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Roisin leapt out of the bath and dried off quickly, wrapping a towel around her hair and rifling through the drawers to find something to wear. She settled on a pair of tight black jeans (Punk Rock!) and a striped toe socks, threw on her suede creepers and pulled on a bright red sweater over her underbust black corset and black bra. Rubbing her hair with the towel again she then combed it quickly and twisted it back into a bun.

Returning downstairs, she saw that Kurt had tidied up the living room and was already in the store dusting. “He’d make a great little slave…look at him go,” she thought to herself, reveling in the fact that she apparently didn’t need to clean with him around.

“Kurt! Stop dusting, you’re a guest. Besides, it adds to the ambience of the place.” He looked up and smiled at her.

“Ok, let’s start the inventory. Here’s a checklist- most of the items on the shelves have a little number on a sticker behind them on the wall. Just count how many of each are on there and writ oit on the checklist. I’ll go through the glass cases. Don’t want to freak you out with some of the things in there.” Roisin laughed. Kurt looked over at the cases; still full of the strangest shapes he’d ever seen.

“What exactly are those?” He asked, leaning in and picking up a green transparent sparkly jelly textured shape that had three phallic protrusions.

“Huh? Oh, that’s tri-dong. Apparently not all mutants are created equal, you know what I mean?” Roisin smiled, continuing with her checklist.

Sitting Indian style on the floor in front of the case with the more exotic toys, Roisin hummed to herself as she worked on her checklist, noting that she was running very low on the melting passion candles. “Kurt!” she called to him, seeing that he was holding up a stencil paddle with a star in the middle looking for all the world like a lost little boy.

“Um, what is this? Why is there a star cut out?” He asked her. She laughed and stood up, walking over to him and taking the paddle from his hands. She glanced out the window and saw that the street was mostly empty, unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, pulling her panties down with them. Kurt’s eyes doubled in size.

“Roisin! What are you trying to do to me? I mean, I …” He broke off and shook his head.

“Here. Spank me.” Roisin leaned over the counter, her buttocks up in the air and tail held high. Kurt thought he would pass out. this couldn't really be happening...

“Smack you? I couldn’t, I don’t want to hurt you, and I-“

“Just do it. Now.” Her voice lowered and Kurt felt a sudden compulsion to do as she said. Grasping the paddle with his two fingers and thumb, thinking quickly it’s just like a ping pong paddle, it’s just like ping pong, he closed his eyes and smacked her with the paddle. Whap! He saw her flesh shiver and turn bright red, then fade to a rosy pink. He felt himself instantly get hard.

“That was pretty good for a first timer…” Roisin said, laughing. “See how I’m turning all pink. Good smack. You’re definitely strong. Now look- see the star? That’s why there’s a cut out. Plus it makes it go through the air faster and makes a nice whap sound” Kurt looked down at her ass and saw that indeed, there was a bright pink mark with a little white star in the middle. He swallowed hard and held his clipboard over his crotch. The fact that spanking her with this paddle was turning him on was something he was utterly unprepared to deal with. Roisin jumped up, pulled up her panties and jeans, buttoned them and grabbed the paddle from Kurt’s hand. She kissed him on the cheek and hung the paddle back on the wall.

“Anything else you have questions about, you just let me know, ok?” She grinned at him and he was again grateful for the blue fur that covered the blush that he knew was covering his entire body. She walked back over to the spot she’d been working at before and resumed her inventory count.

Kurt turned back to the wall he’d been working on and looked at what was displayed in front of him. “This must be some kind of karmic retribution. I’m thinking about how badly I want this girl, how badly I want to touch her, to taste her, to possess her, and I’m surrounded by sex implements of all kinds. Oh, and she just took her pants off and asked me to spank her. Logan would get a kick out of this…” he thought to himself before remembering that Logan had already had her and feeling an unreasonable flash of jealousy pass through him. He tried to shake it off and continued marking down the items before him, slightly amused at the names of the items carefully written down in Roisin’s neat handwriting on the little stickers on the . “E. “English tawse slapper” apparently meant something that seemed to be a hand-crafted slapper made of 2 heavy brown leather pieces, side by side, with a brown and black tooled pattern on the handle. It was actually kind of pretty and Kurt found himself admiring the workmanship. He wondered what the little workshop of whomever made this looked like and then decided he’d rather not know.

Two hours later, Kurt had checked off dozens of scary leather masks and hoods, at least twenty different kind of nipple clamps (he only knew that’s what they were because of the sticker behind them), and all kinds of collars, including one which he now knew, thanks to Roisin’s demonstration with him was designed to improve the posture of the wearer and insure they stood up straight. He’d been laughing with her when she put it on him and instantly felt the muscles in his neck and back tense up, as he did indeed stand up straighter. For a moment it reminded him of the collar he’d worn as a priest and he’d felt angry but the look of glee on Roisin’s face as he tried to adjust the collar on his neck had assuaged that pretty quickly. Roisin had asked him to wear it for a while to see if it held up all day. For some reason, probably because she’d used that same voice she’d used when she’d ordered him to spank her, he was doing it. And he actually like the way the collar felt now. He also felt good that he’d pleased her, as she’d smiled and kissed him on the cheek, calling him a good boy.


He was sitting on the floor with her now, rubbing her neck and shoulders as she made little moans of delight. All women were the same with the neck massage, he thought. Probably the feet too. He thought there was a good possibility that if the 100 average women were offered the choice of sex or foot massage, 99 of them would choose the foot massage. As he continued to rub her neck, working hard on one partir lir little knot that didn’t want to give up, he decided to try and continue their conversation from breakfast.

“Hey, Roisin…Before you said you’d tell me about the Dom thing. I’m interested to know more about it. All I know I’ve seen from movies-“ he smacked her playfully as she shot him a knowing glance. “Not that kind of movie. Just regular movies where there’s some hot chick all decked out in leather or that shiny plastic and she walks around in high heels and smacks people with a riding crop. Oh, and why do they always have terrible fake German accents?”

“I don’t know about the accents. I think I first got into it because other than the money aspect my friend told me about, there was the part where I was in control. In high school I’d wanted to be liked so desperately that I’d let a lot of the guys do things to me. All kinds of things. I knew way more about giving head at 14 than any girl should know. I wanted that control back. I wanted to be the one who decided when and where and how. “Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into her neck, a difficult proposition considering the collar he was wearing.

“I’m sorry that you suffered so.” He said quietly. She shook her head and looked down.

“I don’t want sympathy, Kurt, that’s not what this is about. I’m not ashamed of my past, it’s made me who I am today. And that is someone who is financially independent, with my own shop, a pretty cool though not overly heroic mutation and what I do say myself is a cute little t Bu But you wanted to know about the Dom thing.” She sighed and took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of having him hold her.

“There’s a lot that goes into it, it’s not all just about dressing up and kicking ass or spitting on people. There’s a lot of trust involved. Also just like, communication skills. It’s like a combo of speech, facial expression and posture. You have to be able to tell the client what you’re gonna do to him, make sure he knows he is safe with you- we have like, safe words. So, if the client is uncomfortable or nervous or scared, they can say the word that we picked out earlier and I know to stop. Nothing is ever done without consent. You have to use your face to put across love, curiosity, determination, enthusiasm, whatever. You kind of narrate, like 'I see that that makes you really hard, or, I can tell that you want to touch me, or it makes you feel good when I walk on you, doesn't it?'. Sometimes I felt kind of ridiculous but money goes a long way in making ridiculous seem less important “

“How do you know what they want you to do to them?” Kurt asked, now playing with Roisin’s hair, enjoying the soft purring sounds she made.
“Is there like a menu that they pick from?” Roisin laughed.

“No, we have a consultation first. I ask questions like, what's your experience? What kind of play are you into? Is there anything you are absolutely not into? What are your limits? Are there any questions that you have? I can get an idea of whether or not we are going to be compatible. Is this going to be a good session if I do a session with this person? Also there’s stuff that I just don’t do. I’m not into seriously hurting someone, for instance. I mean, I’d smack em with the whips, the paddles, etc. But I don’t go in for electro shock or burning or cutting. Plus that’s totally unhygienic. And no water sports. People that want to be peed on must go elsewhere.”

“What’s the most common thing people wanted from you?” Roisin leaned back against Kurt’s chest, putting her arms up and around his neck, savoring the warm feelings coming from him. All she felt coming from him now was curiosity and interest, no disgust which relieved her greatly, and also thankfully no images. Just feelings. She could feel that he was fond of her. She was surprised by how happy that made her.

“Um…feet…a lot of feet fetishes. They want to kiss your feet, paint your toenails, which can be fun cause you can make them do it with the brush in their teeth or whatever if you don’t mind the mess. Also the boots I would wear- lots of lacing and you can make them undo them with their teeth. Some of them just want to rub your feet with oil and massage them. I got a lot of free pedicures. Sometimes I felt guilty charging them for that, but since they were the ones “technically”tingting off on it, I guess it’s ok. Sometimes if they’ve been really good or really obedient or whatever, you’ve noticed their effort, you can reward them by putting whipped cream or chocolate on your feet or something and let them lick it off.” Roisin sighed, leaning into Kurt even more. “Does that totally gross you out? It’s a no sex thing- not one client has ever touched me. Nobody fucks the Dom. Sometimes I'd fuck them with the strap-on, but that wasn't the norm. It was expensive and not everyone could afford it. I mean, most of them, they touch my feet if I allow them but that’s it. No one gets to touch my breasts or anything. And as for this?" She gestured down at her crotch. "No way. Not enough money for anyone to get near that."

“What about Logan?” Kurt asked quietly. He felt Roisin tense up and instantly regretted asking her. She stood up and walked across the roorabbrabbing her cigarettes and lighting one. She sat on the stool behind the counter and scrunched up her face, thinking.

“Logan was different. Totally different. Hedededed me to hurt him. We met in a bar, actually right outside, and started talking and one thing led to another and I told whatwhat I did and I could just feel the need emanating from him, he really needed someone to take control over him. It was harder than any other client I'd ever had because I had to actually bust out the whips and the big guns, like this cane thing someone mailed me from Singapore. I think because of his healing factor and all the things you guys do he wanted to see if he could really feel pain. I don’t know that he did. My little baby whips and crops didn't even touch him. Sometimes I hated it but most of the time I actually got off on it. I just know that it was liberating to fulfill his fantasy and know at the same time I wasn’t really hurting him. The Dom thing didn’t last long- our last session ended with me on top of him and my sheets ripped to shreds. After that…we just had a lot of sex. We talked too, but you know Logan. He’s hard to get to know. It bothered him that I was young. It bothered hien men more that that was one of the reasons he wanted me so much. He was living in my apartment by then, doing construction work during the day and then fucking me all night. He knew that during the day I had my own job and he wasn’t happy. He wasn’t jealous per se of my clients, but he thought it was degrading for me to do the job. I didn’t appreciate that sentiment considering that only six weeks earlier he’d been paying me $400 to whip him and tie him down with steel cuffs and to fuck him with the strap-on. A pretty big one, too.” Roisin looked over to where Kurt was sitting with a perplexed look on his face and she just knew he was imagining his super macho friend getting fucked by a small girl with a strap-on.

“So, eventually, he says it’s me or the Dom thing- I think he wanted an out anyway, apparently he’d just met Jean or something and he knew that there was no way I’d give in, just on the principle of it. And so I didn’t. And so I came home one day and he was gone- just like that. No note, no nothing. I didn’t hear from him for two years and that was a postcard and a lighter. This lighter.” Roisin tossed the lighter over to Kurt.

“So what do you think now?” She laughed harshly, grinding her teeth together. This was the part where the nice man gets up and politely excuses himself, probably teleporting himself to Antigua or something. Instead Kurt stood up, cocked his head, and walked over to her. He put his arms around her.

“I don’t care about your past. And I’m going to pretend I know nothing about you fucking Logan with a strap-on because it’s just too weird to contemplate.”

Tbc