“Mistress Managed - Book Two”

The Rise and Fall of a Domme

By

B. J. Frazier

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Table of Contents

Author’s Note

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

About B.J. Frazier

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Author’s Note

This book contains erotic fiction with graphic sex and is intended for mature readers only.

“Mistress Managed - Book Two” continues the trilogy. The three books were written as a consecutive story and should be read in order.

My sincere and devoted thanks go to Thomas Antonson for his editing acumen and his uncanny ability to understand which word I really meant to use.

Please visit my website: bjfrazier.com

I know there are a lot of books for sale, and I thank you for choosing mine.

Happy reading,

~B.J.

Severe Content Warning: B.J. Frazier books contain *plots* and *well-developed characters*

Enjoy!

Introduction to Book Two

Jeneca stood. She stretched her arm across the table to shake his hand and said, “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me in person, Keegan.”

Instead of shaking her hand, Keegan also stood. “The pleasure was all mine. Allow me to escort you to your car. It is late, and even though I hope to submit to you in the bedroom, I’ll protect you in the parking lot.” He put his arm around her waist and guided her to the exit.

She walked with him, calculating an escape. He would obtain too much personal information if he got to her car! But it felt good to have his arm around her. He would be nice to snuggle naked.

They walked in silence down a wide hallway leading to the elevators. As they passed a dark and open conference room, Keegan pushed her inside.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Providing you with a more private place in which to kiss me. Parking lots are for teenagers. And while we may have public fantasies, our first kiss should be somewhat private, don’t you agree?”

Jeneca’s back was facing the wall. Keegan was standing a few steps away yet it felt like he had her pinned. She stalled, trying to recapture the dominance. “Why do you think we’re going to kiss now?”

“You said you kiss all of your first encounters. Direct me, Mistress.”

Jeneca took a deep breath and let it out slowly:

“The kiss is on equal footing; no one is dominant. Therefore, there’s no direction, except the go- ahead for you to show me what you’ve got.”

What was she saying??

“And what is that signal?”

“Go ahead and show me what you’ve got, Keegan.”

The second she finished the sentence, he was in her space, running his hand into her hair. He grabbed a fistful and pulled her head back before lowering his face to hers. There was enough light to see into each other’s eyes.

With his lips parted, he hesitated and stared into her eyes as she parted her lips. Then his mouth made contact, softly at first, before his tongue forced its way in and tangled with hers. They both closed their eyes, and Jeneca instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and her fingers intertwined with his hair.

She kissed him back with fervor as his possessive grip upon her own hair made her melt against him. While he continued tongue-dancing, he used his other hand to rapidly lift the front of her dress.

Before she was fully aware of what he was doing, his hand was in her panties, and his fingers were swiping her dripping slit.

Jeneca gasped at the invasion, embarrassed that he knew how much she wanted him. He expertly caught her mouth in another kiss. With one hand in her hair and the other one rubbing her sex, he ground his pelvis against her thigh to demonstrate how much he wanted her, too.

He was so hard, and it felt larger than she’d ever experienced! His kiss and hands were making her crazy, and she felt like she could come on the spot.

With extreme difficulty, she took her hands from his hair, placed them against his chest, and pushed him off, staring at him as he took a step back and licked his lips.

“I know you want me,” he said huskily. “You know I want you. What do you do in these situations, Mistress?”

“I kick the sub in the balls and walk away while ordering him not to follow me.” Her heart pounded, and she struggled to maintain her breathing.

Keegan chuckled but reflexively took a step back, put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them as he watched her. He wanted to be inside of her. Then he remembered to be more submissive.

“Direct me. Please.”

“I already have.”

Keegan frowned and, using the element of surprise, Jeneca swiftly administered a front kick to his balls.

Taken off-guard, he lurched forward, one hand cupping his balls while the other rested on the floor. Jeneca walked out of the room and called over her shoulder:

“Don’t follow me. Be sure to get your homework in before the stroke of midnight!” Then she walked to her car on shaky knees, checking every so often to make sure he wasn’t following her.

Keegan remained bent over as he collected his thoughts and watched her walk away. He saw her look over her shoulder several times as the entirety of her actions hit him, and he chuckled deeply.

He liked her.

A lot.

She was gorgeous, sexy, intelligent, witty, and strong.

Strong enough to put him in his place, anyway.

Both dominantly and physically.

He could only hope she was half as impressed with him.

For her part, Jeneca was anxious and aroused, and consequently fumbled to retrieve the key fob and push the button.

As the car opened and started, she stumbled into the driver’s seat and locked the door.

Checking her rearview mirror as she sped away, she drove a few blocks until she was convinced she wasn’t followed, and pulled over.

Only then did she realize that her hands were shaking and her breathing was erratic.

She also realized--far more crucially--that her panties were completely saturated.

Chapter 1

Keegan was slow to rise after having been blindsided by a front kick directly to his balls. He managed to walk to his car without much difficulty and without being seen.

But he was in pain.

A lot of pain.

Once home and seated at his desk, Keegan surfed the net. His homework was to link Jeneca a porn clip of a male being dominated by a female. Having found a suitable clip, he leaned back.

With his balls nestling an ice pack, he thought back to the kick.

She’d told him she wasn’t into pain. When they’d discussed hard limits, she’d qualified her stance as:

“Not being into excessive pain.”

So she had to have kicked him for another reason. What was it?

Because you completely dominated her, you idiot!

Keegan’s brain circled the statement. While he felt it was probably the reason, he couldn’t help feeling like there was an underlying one, too.

A kick to the balls--and such a hard one--was excessive.

Her parting words were not to follow her, and she’d looked over her shoulder several times to ensure he hadn’t. Had she done it to protect her identity?

Keegan shook his head. No, that couldn’t be it, because she could’ve just ordered him to stay.

She’d ordered you to do many things that you disobeyed!

Keegan thought about the situation from the other perspective. If a sub of his were defiant, he would punish her. But he’d never resort to excessive force. His words and tone were always enough.

But you’re six-three and two-twenty-five; no female is going to challenge you!

But Jeneca had.

Correction: she had executed a sneak attack.

None of his subs would ever think to overpower him. Part of the game was knowing when to disobey, to what extent, and to enjoy the punishment. As bad as the punishment could be, the reward was always sweeter.

Okay, but if one had. If he had agreed to train a dominant female seeking submission and she couldn’t keep her domme in check, what would he do?

The dull throbbing in his groin made it difficult to contemplate the crazy situation. There was no way he’d ever be in that position.

Okay, so if he wanted to get away from a female intent on following him, what would he do? All of the possibilities that Keegan contemplated resulted in crimes.

Perhaps the simple answer was that’s what… What was her name? Jennifer? Jenna? He couldn’t remember. Perhaps she had to kick, given their physical differences and his dominant nature.

She was a feisty one, that Jen-girl.

Keegan chuckled out loud, shattering the silence around him.

As he remembered what she looked like, down to her emerald-speckled eye, he grew hard, despite the pain. He worried he’d been too dominant at dinner. When first considering to indulge in his submissive fantasies, Keegan hadn’t thought that it would be so difficult.

Would she see him again?

She’d reminded him about the homework. That had been the last thing she’d said. If she didn’t want to see him again, she wouldn’t have mentioned the future.

The corners of his mouth turned slightly upward.

And that kiss!

Her body had leaned into his. She had liked it. He had liked it. They both had wanted more.

In the heat of the moment, though, his dominance had taken over. He’d hiked up her dress and plunged his fingers in her sex. She was dripping.

Goddamn, she was sexy.

He glanced at his desk, strewn with the contents of his pockets, which he’d tossed out to better position the ice pack.

Keys, change, wallet...she had paid. And she’d arranged it beforehand!

She had money; the restaurant wasn’t cheap. He congratulated his earlier conclusion that she didn’t need to money grub.

What was a rich, smokin’ hot domme doing with self-defense prowess? Keegan shook his head. The answer lay within the question.

Was she married and not getting enough action? Too deviant for her husband? Keegan made a mental note to pay more attention to her fingers.

Was she a businesswoman who needed to protect her identity? Was her profession more demure yet public so she needed the protection of anonymity? If so, was she a librarian?

Way too cliché. He’d watched too much porn lately.

Porn!

He needed to get his homework emailed before midnight, and he needed to compose a perfect note to accompany it.

Once he grabbed his pad and pen, the analysis fell by the wayside. Keegan put his feet on the desk while he drafted. The message needed to be submissive without being completely kiss-ass.

Mistress,

Thank you for dinner. It was most generous of you, and unexpected. Thank you, too, for meeting with me. I’m more convinced than ever of my wish to submit to you, Mistress.

I realize I had difficulties keeping the dom part of me at bay, but I hope you saw my potential. I told you at the outset that I was Play-Doh needing to be molded. Just because I’ve been other shapes in the past doesn’t preclude me from being the shape you seek in the present.

As for your most enjoyable homework assignment, I’m attaching a link. I chose this clip because it shows the teasing and controlling nature of a domme, like you and I have discussed.

I watched it tonight and thought of you. The domme in the clip skillfully wields a crop, and I imagine you possess the same expertise. Imagining you and me will provide a better visual when I re-watch the clip tomorrow in full ecstasy.

I’m not able to properly relieve myself this evening due to a calamity. My dominance got the better of me tonight, and I overstepped my bounds. My female companion was sexy as hell. Her sexuality fueled my passion. My lust took over, and I placed her in a compromising position.

I’m embarrassed to confess that she had to stop me in a most deserved but incapacitating way.

I eagerly await my grade on the homework assignment. And I’m even more eager to see you again, on whatever terms you set, Mistress.

I am now your most devoted and ever-desirous admirer, Keegan

Keegan reread his message. Having edited while writing, he was satisfied it had the proper amount of submission. He sent it, logged out, and took the ice pack to bed.

* * * *

Once home from dinner with Keegan, Jeneca quickly texted David: “We’re still on for 9, right?” David’s response came within seconds: “Yes!”

Knowing she’d be able to discuss things the next morning provided a sense of calm but Jeneca still had too much energy. She told Jake to grab his leash, and the pair went running. As always, Jake took himself for a run, holding the leash in his mouth.

She knew she hadn’t done a good job of maintaining her dominance. How could she have let him kiss her?

And how could she have responded like she had?!

As her mind replayed the kiss, she ran faster, in an attempt to outrun her desire. Jake’s lips puffed with each breath.

She debated the kick. She had to do it; he’d been way too dominant. Then again, she had caught him off-guard, and the pain wasn’t warranted. She hadn’t meant to do it, and she certainly didn’t want to cause him pain. But she had to get away.

He couldn’t be trusted to obey her orders to stay put. How could he? He’d been defiant the entire evening! It was almost like he wanted to challenge her, to not obey, to make her walk away.

Should she walk away? Jeneca couldn’t answer.

She kept up her running pace.

The answer would be contingent upon his homework.

If he didn’t do it, she’d walk away. If the assignment was late, she’d walk away. If the clip wasn’t to her liking, she’d walk away. If his message was overly dominant, she’d walk away. If it was overly submissive, she’d walk away. If he chastized her for kicking him, she’d walk away. If he attempted to elicit pity by mentioning his aching groin, she’d walk away.

If there was any little thing that she didn’t deem perfectly proper, she’d walk away.

She smiled when she reached her conclusion, which happened to coincide nearly ten miles out. Doing an about-face, she ran home at the same pace. Jake happily kept up.

When they got home, they cooled down in the pool. Jeneca threw a toy for Jake and talked while he fetched it.

“I’m nervous about checking email, Jake.” Jake huffed as he swam back to her.

“No need to be, though. I’m prepared to walk away.” She threw the toy again, and Jake left without comment.

When he returned, she added defensively, “I am prepared to walk away. It’s not my job to teach any random guy, who suddenly has cravings, to be submissive! I did a helluva lotta research. Anyone can do it. He should probably find someone who has a fetish for training this type of sub.”

Jake swam his toy to the shallow end, pooped after the twenty-mile run.

“I am going to walk away, Jake,” she said as she followed him out of the pool. “C’mon. Let’s get some water. Then you can have a treat while I check email, okay?” Jake happily shook himself off and followed her.

Jeneca sat at her desk and was pissed that her hands shook as she opened her dummy email.

When she saw Keegan’s message, she blew out a breath of relief.

Was it his message or the thought of him that made her wet? She read it twice before clicking on the link.

He’d managed to find a clip where the male fought his submissiveness.

The domme in the clip playfully teased her sub, brought him to the edge several times and denied him each time. He begged her to come. She smilingly denied him while she got herself off instead.

Jeneca noticed that the domme didn’t use excessive punishment.

She reread the message again and searched for a justifiable reason to walk away but couldn’t find one.

She hadn’t considered a perfectly-worded message accompanied by a perfect video clip.

Sinking back in her chair, Jeneca absently rubbed Jake’s head. He rose and put his head on her thigh.

“Now what am I gonna do, Jake?” He wagged his tail. “You are my happiness, but you’re not entirely helpful, y’know.” He wagged faster.

She knew she should proceed normally and with caution, if she proceeded at all--though she also knew she wasn’t acting normally. A normal response didn’t include that much thought.

She should send a message to another boy-toy and arrange a meeting the next day. But Jeneca didn’t want to meet another boy-toy. She wanted to figure out what to do about Keegan.

She couldn’t justify running away.

More than that, she didn’t want to run away.

Toweling off after her shower, she decided she’d discuss the situation with David and get a male perspective before making any conclusions. Holding the decision in abeyance, Jeneca climbed into bed with her book. She appreciated Abraham Verghese for keeping her mind occupied.

* * * *

David entered his sister’s house at a quarter to nine and was greeted by an enthusiastic Jake.

“Hey!” Jeneca called from her nook.

“Mornin’! I’m gonna set up, okay?” “Great. Do you want anything?”

“No, I ate with the fam. But I’m able to get lunch with you, ‘cause they’re shopping for the day.”

“Perfect!”

Jeneca greeted David with a big hug and a smile, but he knew she was distressed and trying to hide it.

“What needs work today, Dude?”

“My legs! I accidentally ran twenty miles last night.”

“How does one accidentally do that, exactly?”

“I lost track of where I was. Jake and I were on a roll.”

“That means there was no action after dinner?”

“Uh, no. It was just a meet and greet, remember?”

“Easy now.” David put his hands up in mock surrender. “I was just teasing.”

Jeneca realized her voice was harsh and her body was tense. “I’m sorry.” She climbed onto the table, and David dug in.

“You need this!”

“Yeah. Feels good. Thanks, Davey.”

After getting the knots out of her legs, he asked, “So how was the dom?” He hoped she’d start talking but she had remained silent.

“His name’s Keegan.”

“Huh. Doesn’t sound very dom-like, does it?”

“Oh, he is, trust me.”

“Okay. So tell me! I’m dying to know, y’know.”

Jeneca smiled. “I’ve been trying to figure out where to start. And don’t tell me the beginning, Davey!”

“Didn’t even cross my mind,” he grinned, and waited for her to start.

“Did I tell you I paid for the meal ahead of time?”

“Yeah, you mentioned it.”

“Okay.”

Jeneca told him about signing the receipt and wondering whether the hostess knew about Keegan.

“She probably doesn’t, since she checked the reservations instead of giving you a knowing smile. Plus, why would a well-rehearsed dom put her into his circle of trust?”

Jeneca was relieved by David’s answer. Next, she described Keegan’s greeting.

“Huh. Well, it could be a dom behavior or him just being polite. If he’s the businessman you think he is, he could’ve wanted to give off an amicable and professional vibe.”

“Yeah, I considered that. But it was just too familiar, y’know?!”

David suspected Jeneca’s problem was that she liked it, but he withheld comment.

Jeneca then told David about the medical record. She concluded with, “That was just ridiculous!”

“It was?”

“It wasn’t?”

“It sounds like he was just trying to demonstrate how good of a sub he can be.”

“No, it doesn’t. It sounds like he was trying to control the entire situation! I didn’t ask for a medical release!”

“No, but you didn’t answer his question, you said. So he did what he thought you’d require. When you told him about condoms, he calmly put the paper back into his pocket. No harm, no foul, right? Doesn’t sound dominant.”

David had a point.

Instead of acknowledging it, she said it had seemed dominant at the time. Then, she relayed how she’d reacted, and ended with Keegan’s apology.

“I see where you’re coming from with needing to regain control. But it seems like he gave it to you, right?”

“I guess, but I didn’t think so at the time.”

“So what’d you do?”

She talked about Keegan copying her order, the sexual questions, and his way of kissing up to her, along with her response.

“Okay. Sounds pretty normal, right? I mean, you were there to dominate him. He seems to have appropriately submitted when you checked him.”

“Yeah, but--” Jeneca stopped herself. She’d forgotten about the next part.

“But?”

“I have no idea why I did what I did next, David!”

“What’d you do?”

“He mentioned a hard limit of no male-on-male action. And I jumped all over it.”

“I’m not with you.”

“I asked if his ass had ever been used. If he wanted it to be used. If he’d let me use it if I wanted to!”

“Do you want to?”

“Kinda.”

“What’d he say?”

“He struggled. I know he doesn’t want to, but he said he would.”

“How do you know he doesn’t want to, then?”

“Because I know, Davey.”

“Okay, okay.”

Jeneca told him about using her real name. “That’s your fault, Davey, because if I hadn’t gone to that stupid dinner, I wouldn’t’ve been in that predicament.”

“Okay, it’s my fault,” he said flatly.

Jeneca moved on and outlined Keegan’s attempt to take control again, her seizure of same, and how that led to the bathroom break and her anxiety.

As each segment of the meeting was revealed, David understood that his sister liked Keegan more than she wanted to admit. Her account of his looks, dress and overall demeanor were telling. She like-liked him.

It was time for her to turn over, and he wanted to watch her expressions.

David interrupted her narration to ask, “I thought you said you told him your name?”

“I did.”

“But now you’re saying he’s calling you Mistress?”

“Yeah, he only used my name the one time, when he shook my hand.”

“So he probably forgot what it is.”

“You think?” she asked hopefully but doubted it. “It’s not a common name, y’know.”

David encouraged her to finish the story and made minimal interruptions. She narrated up to the kiss, after which she paused. David decided to backtrack to give her time.

“So you got him flustered by paying the bill, eh?”

“Yeah, and thank goodness I did that beforehand!”

“He sounds like a gentleman, walking you to your car and all. I mean, it was late and y’never know about those things.”

“Mmm hmm.” She opened her eyes to look at David’s face, which he kept stoic.

He tried to make his voice high and light. “So what’d you think of the kiss?”

She rolled her eyes. “I think it was a highly dominant thing to do!”

“Was it?”

“Yes!”

“But you told him that you kiss all your first-timers.”

“Yes, but--”

“Hang on, now. Sure, in your head it was of the motel variety, but he didn’t know that. So his excuse of not acting like teenagers is valid. By doing what he did, he actually protected your image by choosing a private place.”

Jeneca responded softly, “Okay, I see that now.”

“So.”

“Yes?”

“How was the kiss?”

Jeneca sighed. “Davey...” her voice faded into another sigh.

“That good, huh?”

She peeked at him. He was smiling. She proceeded to gush about how she felt when he grabbed her hair, kissed her softly and then forcefully.

“Did you respond?”

“Yes.”

David nodded.

She told him about Keegan’s next move, his words, and how she had needed to gain control.

“Yeah, I can understand that. So what’d you do?”

“I kicked him in the balls and walked out.”

“You did not.” David reflexively crossed his legs.

Jeneca relayed the exchange.

“He didn’t follow you because he couldn’t, right?”

“Right.”

“Did he do his homework?”

“Yes.”

Jeneca told him about the video and pointed to the email she’d printed.

David placed the paper on top of her and read it while continuing to massage. When he finished reading, he commented, “He’s very clever, isn’t he?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, he knew he couldn’t be too dominant or submissive with you. The note is the perfect balance.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And that’s good, right?” Jeneca nodded. “And he was self-deprecating about the kick. He didn’t blame you--in fact, he didn’t even say it came from you. This guy is good. Plus, he complimented you without being overly flattering. And he revealed his desire to see you again without being overly needy.”

Jeneca listened while nodding. “Yeah, he writes and speaks well. I told you that.”

It was David’s turn to nod. He understood why she liked him and why she was struggling. “Did you respond?”

“No.”

“Are you going to?”

“Yeah.”

“What’re you gonna say?”

“What do you think I should say?”

“No, Jeneca.”

“What?”

“This is your game. I can’t tell you what to do.”

“No, I’m just curious about what you think I’ll do.”

“Bullshit,” he grinned.

“Okay, fine. I have no idea what to do, Davey!”

“What’s your protocol?”

She rolled her eyes. “My protocol is to not meet beforehand!”

“That’s the past. What would you do if any other sub acted like this?”

“I don’t know; they never have.” Jeneca didn’t want to tell David that she’d normally arrange another hookup with someone else.

“Do you want to see him again?” He tried to sound like he didn’t know the answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to train him?”

“I don’t know. He’s not like the other subs. In any way, really.”

“So do you want a challenge?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I guess you need to figure that out first, Dude.”

“But Davey, can’t you help me?”

“Help you do what?”

“Figure out what to do.”

“No. You either want to meet him again or you don’t. It’s really that simple, Jeneca.”

“What do you think, though?”

“I think it’s my turn for a massage.”

They switched places. Jeneca continued to work his brain as she massaged his muscles.

“What do you think I should do, though? I mean, can you see me meeting him again?”

“Yeah, I can.”

“You can?”

“Yeah, and I can equally see you not meeting him.”

She punched him in the back. “Davey!”

“Hey, do I need to protect my balls now?!”

Jeneca giggled. “No! I don’t want to dominate you; I want you to tell me what to do.”

David laughed. She’d never asked for his advice with any other boy-toy. And when she had discussed the others, it wasn’t with a sing-songy voice, large eyes and blushes. He knew she’d deny it if he called it to her attention. Therefore, he knew he couldn’t win, and tried to change the subject.

“Sex has been rampant in the Lowery household, thanks to you!”

“That’s good; you told me before. Just tell me what to do with Keegan.”

She used his name freely. When referring to her other subs, she’d only used derogatory and generic references.

“You can’t choose the path until you know your destination.”

“Wow, very poetic, David.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” he chuckled.

“Okay, so suppose I don’t want to meet him.”

“Then you don’t have to do anything, right? Isn’t that what you did with the young one who didn’t follow your rules?”

“Yeah. But Keegan basically followed the rules.”

“Well, then you send him a message telling him that you gave him a chance but you don’t see it working out.”

“Hmm. And if I want to meet him?”

“I guess whatever your protocol is for meeting someone, right?”

“David, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

“Yes!”

“I mean, those are your two options, right?”

She punched him in the back again. “Why couldn’t you have told me that a half-hour ago?!”

“Ow! Let’s go to lunch.”

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