The Black Man, the Dominatrix and the Submissive Cop

Author: Lucy Mancrusher

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Mistress Matilda is surprised when a southern black police officer shows up late in the day at her BDSM dungeon, looking for something... though he doesn't know what! Luckily Mistress Matilda has a knack for finding out how men most want to be punished, and she deduces he wants bondage, whipplay and outright hardcore sex!

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Mistress Matilda is surprised when a southern black police officer shows up late in the day at her BDSM dungeon, looking for something... though he doesn't know what! Luckily Mistress Matilda has a knack for finding out how men most want to be punished, and she deduces he wants bondage, whipplay and outright hardcore sex!

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SKU
485-9797
Author
Lucy Mancrusher
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No
Heat Level
Heat Level (2)
Publisher
Eroticatorium
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As she did every day before going home, Mistress Matilda checked her purse. The pepper spray was in there, precisely where she had left it. Her establishment was not in a very nice area, and she had very nearly had her purse snatched a few times; she kept a tight grip on it as she walked to her car. Of course she didn’t enjoy crime, but the thrill of danger was exciting. Mistress Matilda liked to live on the edge. Just as she was opening the front door, however, a man approached. “Officer Hargitay,” she said when she recognized his face. They had interacted several times since she opened her business. Hargitay was a short, squarish man with a strong jaw and dark, flashing eyes overtop chocolate brown skin. He bit his lip as he saw that she was leaving. “Oh, I’s ‘pologize, ma’am,” he said. “I ain’t mean-a innerup.” He had a very rural accent. Mistress Matilda operated the only BDSM dungeon in Birmingham, Alabama — the only one in all of Alabama, as far as she knew — so almost everyone in the area had a similar accent. But Hargitay’s was especially thick and drawlful; he spoke as though he had a mouth overflowing with cotton. “Not a problem, officer,” Mistress Matilda said softly. She pursed her lips. Was he aroused? She thought he might be. Officer Hargitay had responded to Matilda earlier in the day. He took a report on an incident involving a man who called her a pervert and spat at her as she came to the dungeon this morning. Matilda wasn’t surprised or even really upset by it, but she had wanted to file a police report just the same. Officer Hargitay was usually who responded when Matilda needed the police. She opened the door and let him in. He sidled past her, burly body in that dark brown uniform shirt emanating heat and a sense of confident authority. Despite his confidence, however, Officer Hargitay bristled with anxiety as he entered. “What can I help you with? I was going to stop by the courthouse tomorrow to apply for the peace order,” Mistress Matilda said. It didn’t seem that Officer Hargitay was listening. His eyes were drawn to the whip that was mounted on the wall right inside the dungeon. “Uh-huh,” he said. Then he blinked his eyes and smiled at her. “Hi. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m a Christian man.” Then he turned around as though about to leave. Mistress Matilda knew very well how to get a man’s attention. She spoke softly, with determination and potency, so he had to slow down and stand still to hear. “Stop,” was all she said. He did as he was told. “Ma’am…” It sounded like he started speaking before deciding what to say, and then couldn’t think of any words. “Be quiet, Officer Hargitay. I think I know what you want,” she said. “Do not be afraid. I will not ask you to do anything unchristian, with one exception. I would like you to have sexual intercourse with me. Since we are not married, that will be a sin.” She scooted closer to him with every word, and she susurrated around her s-sounds. He was still facing the door, and he shifted his weight nervously as she came nearer and nearer to him. “Oh,” he said, again sounding like he couldn’t think of any words in this moment.

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