Maroon

Mistress

          I was walking to the building of a "client" of mine. But not just any building. Turns out my client has big money as her daddy owns multiple hotels. This "building" was their home. As I was walking towards it in my brown high-tops I noticed how stunning it was. It was white with beautiful high brow arches. Five stories high and a big security gate around the land of the house. As I came up to the gate, a speaker showed itself on the side. I nervously clicked the black button as I wan't sure as what to expect. A woman's voice shone through and asked in a mono-toned way. "State your name and birth." I hesitated for a second but then with a smile I told the woman in the speaker,"Kez, September 14th." Soon after I heard a buzz and the gate opened whilst the woman said, "Welcome in." And so I walked in prepared for mu mission. When I finally made it into the beautiful building, they showed me to the mistress's door in the hall. I stared at the fancy white painted door with nervousness but quickly built courage to finally knock. I've done this before, countless of times.

*knock knock*

A beautiful woman with wavy long blonde hair opened the door,

"Come in." She said with a sweet smile. I smiled back and thanked her but noticed her smile was almost the sick kind of sweet. I had a job to do so I behaved most properly.

"What a neat room!" I complimented whilst looking around the tidy and well furnished room. Till I saw a burning pan on he stove. And I noted that there were no ingredients or food on the side. Hmm. Strange.

"Oh my thank you. I at least try to be re-presentable." She said with a quiet giggle. I laughed a bit with her and asked with a smirk,

"So, what do you have in plan today ms.?" She then looked at me and almost over excitedly said,

"I was wondering if we could do a BDSM session?" with clasped hands. I was hardly surprised to hear this request since I knew before hand a taste of what to expect from this woman. But I was also yet taken back because her eyes . . . they were dangerous. Those eyes that scream distortion and bad intentions. That's when I put two and two together and realized this was bad. Really bad. it'll get more and more risky the more I play along. Does she really think I'm that easy? I smiled and then moved to a chair laughing at the situation.Her face confused and priceless as to my response. Here's how it all went down.

"Please come here, let me talk to you ms." Still using my manners, not forgetting who was in my presence. She sat down in a chair on the other side whilst not taking her angry maroon colored eyes off me. I looked right back at her smiling with my lips. I closed my eyes and thought back over fond memories. Memories of all my per say, missions. Angrily she said to me,

"What do you think you're doing?! Don't you know how hard I worked to get you here?! Get over there." as she pointed to the bed. "You're gonna let me tie you up and let me do as I please!" She said still pointing at the bed. I looked from her to the bed and caught my eye on something interesting. I smirked and looked at her with my head cocked to the side and said,

"You know, I've been doing this for a couple months now and it just keeps on getting more and more fun as it continues. See, I understand . . . that you are a girl full of bad intentions . . . I know where you're coming from mistress . . ." I smile a devious smile. "What is it you wish for me to do now . . . mistress?" I watch as her eyes turn from anger and annoyance to relief and pleasment.

"Good boy.~ I want you to strip for me . . . on those velvet sheets, and I'll watch as you do so . . ." She says to me with an unreadable face.

With a nod and a smile, I move towards the bed but walking backwards as to keep eye contact with her. Whilst sitting at the edge of her silky bed I start with my shirt up and over and ask aloud,

"I wonder . . . the things you'd do to me." Then I move my leg aside and pause short. I turn abruptly to her and it seems to have made her smile fade. I act with an acted out suspicious glance, "Say . . . mistress . . . do you ever remember a young man by the name of . . . Loomer?" She looks as if she'd seen a ghost that had just took a dump on her nice silky sheets. Me. No, JK, but anyways, I continued by saying, "Yeah, I just thought you might of seen him somewhere is all."

"I'm sorry, I don't have any knowledge of this person you ask of." She replies right off the bat. She plays it cool by telling me to continue stripping for her. I just scoff a bit at this woman and just stare at her for a second.

"So I'm guessing he had nothing to do with . . ." I lean forward and reached under her bed to pull up a bag. "This." I throw it onto her bed and out spilled her sick toys. Knifes of sorts and all these different sizes of needles. Without a blink shes on-top of me. Both hands on my neck but all I can do is smile. Caught ya~

Slamming my forehead into hers as she tried reaching for one of her random collectable knifes, shes more than angry and she throws me against the ground ready to do who knows what horrible things to me. Shes laughing hysterical now and says to me through her laughter,

"I don't know how you did it boy but you've managed to figure out what it all boils down to. You know . . . Loomer made a fine toy, but I think you would make an even greater one." She said as she picked up that burning pan.

"You think you're so superior don't you . . .? That you're the all mighty queen of her castle. But I know that you're just a little princess hiding behind your daddy's back to do all your little sick games without a single worry. how pathetic are you . . .?" I spoke up to her watching her smile fade with rage as I finished.

"You're the pathetic one boy because you're not ever gonna leave here and I'll make sure to keep you for a while. you're gonna wish you were never born. See this pan? I'll ruin that cute face of yours with it. I'll show you waking pain for as long as possible and I won't hear out your pleads." She tells me as she takes slow steps towards me with her crazy grin.

"And I bet you'd enjoy that more than anything in your miserable world, huh mistress? I bet you think that you'll live this so called fantasy of yours. It's kind of sad to think you really truly believe that." I stand up looking right into those haunting eyes. "Well wake up call bitch because I actually, have you." The door breaks down and countless of gunned secret service agents run in and order her to put her burning pan back and get down on the ground face down. She has a face of bewilderment and rage that just makes me want to laugh out loud but I don't. Instinctively I pick up the small speaker from the inside of my "secret" covered pocket and spoke.

"Mission complete Mr. Loomer. She can no longer harm anyone anymore. We've got her." I smile just now remembering I've no shirt at the moment. It's kind of cold too . . .

"Good. The pay will be big. I'll see to it." Loomer's father had said back to me.

"This isn't over boy. I'll find you someday and I will make you mine. Being the only one to ever catch me in all my life. I promise." She said as they cuffed her wrists together.
"Oh yeah? Come at me then." I said beating my naked chest once, unafraid of her so called promise. The bitch doesn't even know my name. But that's why I love my job. Playing on the hands of danger and achieving justice is what I live for. Sure it puts me in risk but it's what I love. Watching them pull her away and all of the people who worked here for her away was proof of this achievement. I hope to help others in the future and perhaps slowly make the world a little bit better. It is my life mission.

This is Kez. Goodbye now over and out.

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She looked up through the car's window up to her room's window and right into my eyes. She smiled . . . lovingly at me. The car drove away but we never lost eye contact. I uneasily put my shirt back on and turned away.

That woman . . . I'll never really understand what goes on in her head but, I'll always remember those maroon colored eyes. 

*sighs*