I knew that. I knew how to play safe and felt somewhat offended that he felt that he needed to tell me something so remedial in front of Alice. I smiled and pushed my embarrassment and annoyance down.
“Thank you, James,” I said to him, though I kept my eyes on Miss Perfect Tits Masochist. “Alice, do you have any hard limits or triggers?” I asked. I glanced at James when I realized that my voice sounded rather mocking and condescending.
“No, Mistress Elise,” Alice replied quickly.
I kept my eyes on James, waiting for his cue. When he motioned for me to continue, I informed Alice that I was interested in a punishment session and to see if that was something she was agreeing to.
“Yes, Mistress Elise. That sounds wonderful,” Alice said gleefully.
This girl just grated on my last nerve. I couldn’t tell if this was her normal personality, or if she was playing it up just to see what I would do with it. Either way, I wasn’t going to tolerate her lip.
“What is your safe word?” I asked her.
“Let’s just use ‘red’ please,” Alice offered.
I repeated her chosen word as I stood.
“Let’s go. Follow me,” I instructed and walked with purpose to the room that James had told me he reserved for our session.
Behind me, I could hear her bare feet skipping along. Was she a brat too? I remember some of those prancing around the club that Jacob and I used to attend. Jacob hadn’t cared for that personality at all. I hadn’t been bothered by it then…however, now, I couldn’t stand it. It was as though Jacob’s likes or dislikes were now embedded in me.
I came to a sudden stop and turned to look at her with my hands on my hips. When she came to a stop, she quickly looked down as if she knew her behavior was out of line. James stood a few feet behind her with his arms folded across his chest and that tattoo peeking out from beneath the sleeve.
“Alice, did I ask you to skip behind me?”
“No, Mistress Elise.”
“Are you an attention whore?” I pried.
“No, Mistress Elise.”
“Really? It seems to me that you are. It seems to me that you enjoy skipping down the hall so that everyone looks at your tits bouncing around. Is that what you want? Would you like everyone to see your tits? Hmm?”
I was fuming with this girl. Everything just rolled out of my mouth so easily.
“No, Mistress Elise.”
“You know what, Alice?”
“What, Mistress Elise?”
“I think you’re lying to me. I think you do want people to see your perfect tits bouncing around the club.”
I grabbed the top part of the cup to her bra and yanked it down. As she gasped, I pulled the other cup down. The fact that I had been right, and her tits were pretty spectacular pumped more anger in my system. I slapped each tit, making sure that I hit each nipple.
After all, she was a masochist, so this was probably somewhat enjoyable for her. The look on her face confirmed as much. Her eyes were bright, and happiness seemed to be settled in her orbs. She had pulled in her bottom lip between her teeth, probably so her repulsive smile wouldn’t give away to her true feelings. The fucking bitch was loving this, which pissed me the hell off.
“Go ahead,” I said and gestured down the hallway with my hand. “Skip down the hall a few times, attention whore.”
Annoyed, I stood close to the wall as the bitch with the perfect tits skipped up and down the hallway. Her tits bounced as she skipped, and I’m almost certain the bitch grinned from ear to ear each time she skipped away from me.
“Now, are you done being an attention whore?”
“Yes, Mistress Elise.”
The fact that the little bitch wasn’t even winded after her skipping exercises even pissed me off. I led us to our room and pointed to the spanking bench.
“Take the rest of those pathetic undergarments off, attention whore.”
