Noah Fisher is the best client Natalia could have asked for. She doms men as her job and for fun. But thanks to her one big fish – her whale, really – she’s been able to drop every other client and focus all her attention on her CEO.
Fisher is the tech genius behind an IT company that’s doing better than almost any other. And while he started coming to Natalia for some release – the kind that big, strong, successful men like him can only get from submitting physically and mentally to a woman they would brag about getting to nail to friends, she knows that he’s capable of providing plenty more than a good lay.
Natalia wiggles into the red dress she bought with Noah’s allowance. Since he’s been such a good sub, been so open and willing to try different levels of humiliation and kink, she wanted to push his limits when they last saw each other.
So she took pictures of the money he gave her, then went shopping with only the hundreds she’d pulled from his lips with her teeth. In the last week, she’s sent him one receipt picture a day, showing what she can do with his money.
He’d given her the most response when he’d seen the lingerie and dress shop receipt, hence the red strapless dress she has on over her red lacy corset and garter belt/ skirt set. She puts diamond studs in her ear and bundles her hair up in a twist before skewering it with a hair stick. As a final touch, she does her lipstick, making her full, pouty lips a deep red that’s nearly darker than a thick red wine.
She spritzes Noah’s favorite scent on her throat, her cleavage, her thighs, and her wrist. Exhaling evenly, Natalie puts on her expensive black heels and ties the little sash around the back of her ankles. She takes a picture of her heel pressing down on an orange and sends it to Noah.
His reply makes her smile.
Noah: I’m almost there, Mistress. I’ll replace the orange easily. I’ll be better than the orange.
Natalia: You better be.
She smirks at her phone and then gently sets it to the side. She doesn’t need it. She’s been working Noah over for months. It started the way it starts with all clients – basic physical domination, then mental domination, and then, she could see that special spark in his eyes. Noah wanted more and she gave it to him.
Natalia prides herself on her ability to give her clients what they need, even if they don’t know what it is at first. Noah has wanted to play with financial submission and today Natalia pushes the envelope. She’s been laying the groundwork for some time.
Last time, she made Noah take her shopping to start with. He gave her a limit and could only watch and squirm as she used it on things he might not ever see. He also had to keep his mouth shut as she flirted for discounts to give her more options on what to spend it on. Towards the end, she made him stand outside the store so that way he wouldn’t know how she was spending it.
He broke at the last minute and she got to punish him so thoroughly on top of getting to spend a solid five grand on whatever she wanted. That’s minor leagues compared to what Noah has. She’s sure of it.
Noah parks and opens the door. He nearly skips to the industrial, yet stylish building where he knows Natalia is waiting. Her teasing pictures, and the rush he gets whenever she puts him in his place one way or another makes his body burn with a desire he’s never felt before.
There’s a special kind of freedom in submission. He doesn’t have to think, doesn’t have to weigh choices, all he has to do is obey. Natalia does the thinking. She makes the decisions, no matter how big or small which means he can turn his mind off and focus on the tangible – the pleasure and the pain. That’s what matters. The release. The beautiful release of responsibility, the safety of pleasure, and the bite of the pain. All of it is so real, all of it so overwhelming in a way that numbs his mind like nothing else in the world.
A part of him knows he’s essentially addicted to Natalia after a year of their relationship, but he can’t make himself care about that, not when she takes such good care of him.
He reports to the room where they always meet, unbuttons his shirt, and then gets on his knees, spreading his legs. He sits back on his heels and lays his tie across his upturned palms. His eyes stay on the floor as he waits for the tell-tale clicking of Natalia’s heels.
Noah doesn’t have to wait long. Natalia’s heels are clear, and decisive, like she’s on her way to a business meeting. She doesn’t walk with impatience. She doesn’t hesitate. There’s power in each step and Noah has trouble keeping his head down when all he wants to do is bask in her presence.
He sees her black heels, the set he paid for on their last shopping trip, and feels honored to see them on her. Noah has no illusions. There’s no way that he’s Mistress Natalia’s only client. She’s too wonderful, too good at what she does. He knows she doesn’t love him. There’s nothing between them but a deal, but he likes that too. It’s fantastic that there aren’t emotions to work through.
“What’s a CEO doing on his knees?” Natalia asks in a cold voice.
“Praising his mistress and offering her all the power he wields,” Noah says.
Natalia steps on his thigh, making sure her shoe is on his tie. He groans as she presses her stiletto into his thigh. “Noah … you’re a good boy because you’re going to please me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he moans.
“However I define the word ‘please’ because I’m the boss. I have all the power of a CEO,” she purrs.
Something tightens in Noah’s throat, but a moan makes its way free of his lips.
“Answer, sub,” she growls, digging her heel into his thigh deeper.
“Y-yes, Mistress,” he breathes.
“And you loved giving me your card and a limit last time. But you failed, didn’t you?” Natalia asks.
He nods.
Natalia lifts her foot and grabs his tie. She drags it up his arm, over his shoulder, then wraps it around his eyes. Noah feels her squat down behind him as she tugs the makeshift blindfold in place. She runs her fingers through his brown-styled hair, then over his straight nose. When her fingers move to his scruff she shoves his head.
“Naughty boy. You know that I prefer it when you shave. You have such a sweet, young face and you should lean into that. You’re too sweet,” she sighs, then rests her knee on Noah’s lap. She runs her fingers up his shoulder and whispers in his ear. “You’re too sweet to handle all these funds, too sweet to handle me sometimes.”
“I want to be sweet for you, Mistress. Only for you,” he answers. “Always for you.”
“And you wonder why I love having you as a client,” she purrs before kissing his cheek. “I love your submission. I love your sweetness, and I love …”
Her hand works into his pocket, her fingers brushing his cock through his pocket. Noah pants, but tries not to move. He licks his bottom lip as his cock stirs. She never touches him this early.
“Let’s see where is it … where could it be. Maybe … Maybe I have it,” she fumbles.
Noah knows it’s a game, but it doesn’t change his hardening cock or the thrill he feels. She’s going to deny him. All his money, all his power, his business, his connections, they don’t mean a damn thing to her. To Natalia, he’s just a client, a man paying for her services, welcoming her power and control, which makes him normal, nothing. It’s a feeling he’s missed.
Natalia unzips the side of her dress, letting it fall down to her waist. She pulls his hand over her thigh, helping him pull her dress up so he can feel her silky skin, can feel the amount of work she puts into herself for him. At the same time, she presses her barely covered breasts against his face.
He groans but doesn’t turn to bury his face between her tits. His lips graze the lace and he moans. “Is this …”
“I bought it with your money and you don’t know what it is?” She asks teasingly as she continues fumbling in his pocket, teasing his cock with light strokes as she eases the black card from his wallet. She’s good at what she does. “I think we might have to change that.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he begs.
“That means shopping and earning the privilege to see what you’ve bought me. If you want me to put it on, if you want to take it off, that means you have to be good,” she purrs.
She feels Noah’s cock standing at attention, feels his hot breath across her breasts, and smiles down at him. She draws her hand out of his pocket and stops his climbing fingers before they can skim her garter belt/ skirt.
“And you haven’t earned that yet. Last time you stopped me at the register. You didn’t trust me and what did you see?” Natalia asks.
“You were two dollars below your limit,” he says shakily.
“Because I know how to use a budget and I keep my word. You didn’t. You didn’t trust me. And now … you won’t have a choice,” she says as she leans down so her lips rub over his ear. “I’m going to leave you blindfolded while we shop today until we’re in the changing room. You don’t get to see price tags. You don’t get to see store names, all you get to do is behave.”
His throat bobs and he opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t follow through with it. Natalia stands up and slowly drags the toe of her heel up his thigh. She uses her toes to massage his dick through his slacks. “Give me a limit, little fish.”
He shudders. “I … Natalia, I …”
“You earn so much money in minutes, it will replace whatever I spend. Are you worried I’ll buy a car? Are you worried that someone will see the big, amazing Noah Fisher with a blindfold and his own black card between his lips and whisper?” She demands.
“No. You take care of me, Mistress.”
“That’s right. So give me a limit and trust me to stick to it. Who knows. If I don’t … you might get to fuck me,” she purrs.
He shudders and leans his face into her breasts, eagerly taking that small comfort. “Ten grand.”
“Doubled from last time? You trust me with that?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please, use my account, make me guess, show me how a real man uses his funds,” Noah whispers.
“A real man would spend more than ten grand on a woman when he’s worth billions. But since this doesn’t cover a full day with me, it’s a part of our game, I’ll accept it,” she says.
He moans.
Noah feels Mistress Natalia button his shirt, then she shoves his card in his mouth. He knows he has to keep it there until they get to the first store. She just keeps reminding him of how powerless he is despite being a CEO, how his money is her money and he’s just a bank for her to use, a toy for her, one that spits out money.
And while she teases him in the limo with her words, her hands do plenty too. She keeps teasing his cock, asking why she’s more impressed with his credit limit than his dick until he groans. “Mistress, please! I’ll show you I can please you with both.”
“How, Noah? Buying me one of those extra new and shiny sex toys and using it on me until I scream in ecstasy without having to fake it?” She purrs.
“Use me in the dressing room. Let me please you in every way possible way a man can. Sexually, submissively … financially,” he says, struggling to keep the card between his teeth as he speaks. That last one still feels weird to say. It’s like he’s not supposed to want to do that.
Ten thousand dollars is an amount he couldn’t dream of spending in a year let alone a day when he started the company and now he’s dropping it on whatever Natalia wants without being able to approve it.
“Ten thousand,” she sighs. “If you were ten inches,” her hand wraps around his erection. “Right now you feel like nine.”
Before he can moan or beg for her attention, she bites the card from his lips, her lips skimming his. It’s the closest she ever gets to kissing him, but some dark, needy part of him loves that he has to earn her.
As much as he’s nervous by the fact that he doubled the amount she can spend – something he knew she expected even though she’d never ask – he also likes it. he likes exploring the extremes with his mistress and for some reason, he wants to give her more. He wants to give her his card for a full day just to see what she does with it.
She’d have to buy multiple homes, pay off college tuition debt, and buy more than ten cars to bankrupt him and Noah doesn’t want to believe that she’d do that to him. On some level, he has to trust her and he has to believe that she wouldn’t want to put him in that position when she could lose it all.
She helps him out of the limo and walks him into a store. No one says anything and he knows that she won’t let the press see him. That would ruin the game.
He’s shoved into a slightly comfortable chair and left there. His mind swirls. Is she trying on jewelry? Are they in an actually fitting store for celebrities? Is today the day she goes over the limit? Is today the day she runs away with his card like his friends worry about?
Why do those ideas excite him so much and make him even harder? After all, he’s had nothing before, it might be nice to have the challenge of no fallback again.
As the minutes tick by and he occasionally hears her asking for specifics, he gets more and more bothered. The idea of watching the total climb, of having Natalia tease him with no follow through, the lack of control over what he’s worked hard to earn, not just his pleasure …. it’s so fucking … enslaving.
A willing enslavement … kind of. Because he’s addicted to her happiness, her praise, her approval, and all of it.
Natalia has some slutty dresses brought to her fitting room. They’re expensive because they’re real, they’re fitted, and they have pearls and gems, and plenty of extras. She only wants one of them, but she wants to test Noah, to see if he’ll actually look at the price tags.
So she moves his tie from his eyes to his mouth, fitting it between his lips. She lets him watch as she strips down to the lingerie and a low moan leaves his throat as he follows her dress falling around her hips. She straddles him and taps his nose with his black card.
“This and you open so many doors for me, Noah. I can actually try on dresses that these salespeople would never let me touch. Imagine if you increased my limit by ten,” she purrs in his ear as she rolls her hips on his erection. He pants and his head falls back. “You live to please me, Noah. My little Fish. You exist to please me in every way I want. I’m taking your power, your voice, your eyes, your money, your control and you love it, don’t you?”
He nods eagerly, leaning towards her. She grips his cock with her fingers, jerking him off through his pants as she kisses him through his tie. It’s the most he gets in public and he knows it. Once he’s on the edge, she releases him and stands.
“Now, prove you can be good. Don’t look at the price tags. Tell me which dress I deserve as your loving mistress,” Natalia says teasingly.
All of the dresses are on sale for under 2 grand. But she sees his throat bob with each dress. When she ends up trying on a dress that is dotted with pink pearls and gorgeous black mesh, Noah’s eyes darken with need. It shows her underwear and she knows it.
He nods his head and Natalia grins. “You have expensive taste.”
She continues the trend of fun, dragging him from store to store. But he’s good, he doesn’t look at any of the totals which almost annoys her. She wants a reason to punish him, but at the same time, she wants to reward him. She loves watching his face heat, loves seeing him squirm when she spends his money.
Natalia can’t get enough of dominating him like this. She wants him to keep giving her more freedom, more money, and more power. Noah’s a unique man. He can take doming on the physical and mental level like few others she’s seen without breaking. This is the only kind of domination that really pushes his limits and … well, if Natalia is being honest, she loves having so much money. She loves framing it as if she’s doing it to please him, because of their deal.
Really, she just has expensive taste and doesn’t want to dip into her own hard-earned money for bonuses like this.
When she walks into a jewelry store as the last one, knowing she only has 1,500 left she sighs over a ring that’s 250$ over. After whispering and haggling with the sales clerk, she manages to get them down to 1489 with tax because she knows how long it’s been there and what it is on sale.
Still, Noah squirms. He glances to the side but only looks at Natalia. She waves at him, showing off the ring right before the cashier puts her hand out for the card. Natalia slaps it down on the glass as Noah pants. He’s harder than he’s been all day, his cock twitching. Natalia grins. Her sentient wallet wants her to spend more. She can see it in his eyes, but that means rewarding him first.
She’s more than happy to do it and she’ll prove it when they get back. If he asks about the receipts, he’ll only get her hands, but if he’s a good boy, she’ll fuck him while swatting him with a crop, and reminding him he’s nothing.
“Mistress,” he says softly.
“Yes?”
“The ring is perfect for you,” he answers. “Meant to be on your finger.”
“And you’re meant to be wrapped around it,” she answers with a smirk.
Noah’s going to give her plenty, whether he knows it or not, and when all is said and done, he won’t regret a thing, he won’t question it, and he’ll be thrilled … because that’s what a good dom does – makes sure that her sub never questions a thing.
“And you’re going to stay wrapped around my finger, just like your card,” Natalia finishes.
