“MISTRESS MANAGED”

The Rise and Fall of a Domme

The Complete Work

By

B. J. Frazier

Copyright 2020. All rights reserved

Published by B.J. Frazier Publications, LLC

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DIGITAL ISBN: 9780463349304

Table of Contents

Author's Note

Prelude

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

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

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Author's Note

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

“Mistress Managed - The Complete Set” was written as one book and made into a trilogy. You are reading it the way the author originally wrote it.

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!

Prelude

Jeneca Avery pulled away from his embrace.

She’d already stayed longer than she’d intended.

Sliding off his body and off the bed, she walked naked, bending at intervals to retrieve her clothes; discarded as the pair had walked and kissed their way to the bed two and a half hours ago.

She could feel his eyes on her and knew he wanted her to stay--which is why she increased her pace. She jumped into her jeans, threw on her sweatshirt, sunk her bare feet into heels, and scooped up her undergarments.

Keegan Randolph sighed as he watched Jeneca gather her clothing and leave. He lay still, listening for the elevator doors to close. Then he sighed again. He ran his hands through his grey and brown hair and relived the past two and half hours.

After dinner, he had tried to determine Jeneca’s game plan for the evening’s sexual pleasures. “I’m dying to know what’s under those jeans and sweatshirt,” he told her from the kitchen.

She smiled at him, seated at the bar, facing into the kitchen. “How long before you die?”

Her answer meant that it would be an “equal” night, and he smiled back.

She had straight, jet-black hair that reached her mid-back. Her eyes were black, with a green speckle in the right eye. It was off-center, on the right side of the iris. She had high cheekbones, a wide, oval face, and a long nose with a slight hook at the top. She stood five-feet-six, weighed one hundred and thirty-five, and had natural C-cups.

“I’m in a critical state now,” he quipped, standing next to her.

She arched her neck to look up at him. “I might know of a cure, sir.”

“Do tell.” He took the last step and fully entered her space. She pushed him back gently and rose from the bar stool.

Keegan was her newest playmate. She had been leery of him in the beginning, but he had proved to be skilled in many areas. He was the oldest of the men she played with at fifty-one, while she was forty-five and used to dominating twenty- and thirty-somethings.

The youngsters weren’t clingy and didn’t want drama.

They wanted sex.

And lots of it.

She didn’t want drama, either, but it didn’t stop some of them from becoming clingy as Jeneca fulfilled unrealized desires.

For this contingency, she implemented a discipline policy.

They received one warning. And that was it. If they couldn’t comply, she refused to see them again.

Ever.

Keegan was six-foot-three, muscled and weighed two-twenty-five. He used to have short hair, but Jeneca preferred longer hair to pull, so he had grown it for her. He had thick eyebrows, a square jaw and a straight nose. Depending on his surroundings, his eyes were either green, blue or grey. They were sprinkled with brown dots, and he thought their speckles solidified their match.

Of course, he never voiced this notion to Jeneca.

He understood her rules.

They were, after all, the same rules he had espoused as well.

Jeneca put her hands on Keegan’s chest. “You need to be in a bed post haste,” she said seriously.

“I like this remedy.”

Jeneca walked slowly toward the bedroom, deliberately swaying her ass. Keegan caught up to her, cupped her ass and pulled her against his midsection. She pressed back and wiggled.

“Mmm, I’m starting to feel better already, Doc,” he breathed into her ear.

She arched her back against him, flung her arms backwards around his neck, and wiggled some more. He placed his arms around her waist and hugged her. When she turned to face him, he softly kissed her lips. Her lips parted, and she sucked his tongue.

When he moaned, she broke the kiss, telling him:

“This is just temporary. The bed is what will really save you, sir.”

She broke away and continued swaying toward the bedroom.

Keegan watched her walk for half a beat before gliding to recapture her. He grabbed her right hand, yanked her back and spun her against him. He held her tightly and said, “I think I need more of the temporary aid because it’s a very long walk.”

Her eyes twinkled as he crushed her mouth with his.

He loved it when she was like this; both of them free to play in their equality. He was able to dominate her at other times. And she was quite an accomplished domme. But their equal time was when he felt the most comfortable with her. Not that he was ever uncomfortable with her...

Until she left.

Jeneca felt the power in his arm. She liked it when he took control. His body was warm and commanding yet comforting, and she took a moment to revel in it by making out with him. When she sensed the train about to pull into Comfy City, she broke the kiss and pushed him off.

“The cure, sir. Follow me, please,” she said with a smile.

Keegan chuckled but let her go. “Tell me you want my cock.”

Jeneca froze. “Good lord, sir!” she admonished without turning around.

“Jeneca. Tell me.”

“You’re wasting precious time, sir.” Jeneca still faced forward.

“Jeneca. How wet are you right now?”

“Sir--”

“Answer me.” His voice was nearly a growl.

Jeneca pivoted. She’d chosen to be equal that evening. If she didn’t answer him, by their unspoken rules, he would dominate her. She saw his hand twitch and his temples pulse.

She softened her face to answer, “I’m dripping.”

He relaxed. So, she wanted things to continue on an equal footing. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

She glanced at his trousers and licked her lips. “Very badly.”

“Good girl. Proceed. You were taking me to this miracle cure?” He tossed the reins back to her.

She pivoted again and continued to the bedroom. “Yes, it’s just in here.” She stopped in the doorway.

Keegan stood behind her, their bodies touching. He ran his hands down her arms. He smelled her hair. “You want to feel me inside you, don’t you?”

Jeneca leaned back against him. “Yes. I do.” She wiggled her ass against his crotch.

“Mmm. Don’t stop.”

She reached behind to rub his cock, and he moaned louder.

“Feels like you want to be inside me.”

“Yesss, I do,” he hissed.

The sibilance added to the sensuality she felt radiating from him.

“What are you gonna do about it?” She took a teasing step forward; their doctor game dissipating.

He smiled as she turned to face him. Then, took one step forward. “Take off your heels.”

She complied. Standing nine inches taller, Keegan bent slightly without making body contact. Jeneca arched her neck and waited.

“You want me to make you come, don’t you?”

She smiled and nodded.

“How do you want me to do that?”

“I want to feel your mouth against my lips--both sets.” Her breathing became harder. The man knew how to use his mouth.

“Is that all?”

“N-no.”

“Stammering already, are we?” He smiled.

“Good lord, fucking take me already!”

“I’m rather enjoying this.”

Jeneca grabbed his tie and pulled his face even with her own.

“Fucking…”

She kissed him and forced her tongue inside.

“…Take…”

She spat out the corner of her mouth while still tongue-dancing.

“…Me!”

She sucked in his tongue hard, and he grabbed her, not breaking their kiss, as he ran his hands down her backside to clutch the bottom of her oversized top before whipping it off in one practiced movement. Their lips parted long enough for the material to pass and float to the floor, where it was swiftly joined by the tie she had loosened and pulled over his head before hastily unbuttoning his shirt.

With their lips still locked, he walked them toward the bed, their clothes strewn along their path. Naked by the bed, Keegan lifted Jeneca, and she clasped her legs around his waist as his hand dove into her hair while their long, passionate kiss continued. He could feel her wetness against his stomach as the tip of his cock throbbed against her ass. Moving his hands under her arms, he lifted her higher, and tossed her onto the bed.

Jeneca’s tits jiggled as she landed with a bounce that caused Keegan’s cock to throb while she chewed her lip in anticipation.

Keegan watched her watching.

“Tell me you want this cock,” he said, grabbing the base of it and waving it at her.

“I want that cock,” she answered hungrily.

“Mmm.”

Keegan climbed onto the bed and spread her legs as Jeneca propped two pillows under her head.

“I thought you wanted my lips on these lips first,” he teased as he lightly touched her outer lips.

Jeneca’s hips involuntarily pressed against his finger, and she moaned her agreement.

“Tell me.”

“I want your lips on my lips.”

Keegan trailed his fingertips from her knees up her inner thighs, watching her face. They’d been intimate for several months, and he knew what turned her on.

He knew how to tease her.

He knew how to bring her to the edge and when to pull back.

He also knew how to push her over that edge.

Sliding his fingers up and down her outer walls, he smiled to discover she was every bit as wet as he had known she’d be, and noted with pleasure that her eyes were half-lidded with sensuous anticipation.

Jeneca hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed her heels against his shoulder blades as he ran his hands up and down her outer thighs.

“Is someone getting a little impatient?”

“Yesss,” she hissed.

Keegan chuckled. “Tell me what you want; and be specific.” He loved to hear her talk dirty.

“Unnnh,” she groaned. “I want you to touch my clit. I want you to slide your finger up and down my slit. I want to feel your tongue where your fingers are. Then I want you to slide your tongue up and down my slit and in my hole and around my clit. I want you to suck on my clit and nibble it and make me come.

“Repeatedly.”

While she was talking, Keegan had continued to massage her outer lips; his cock pulsing after each sentence.

“Fuuck, you are a dirty girl, Jeneca.”

She smiled at him, and he lowered his torso so his face was even with her dripping cunt.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as her sex contracted against his warm breath. “Mmm.”

Keegan replayed the scene in his mind while he stroked his cock. Jeneca had tasted so sweet, and he’d loved gliding his tongue over her bald pussy. He could eat that sweet love-box blindfolded--and he had. He knew every groove and crevice; every fold and surface of Jeneca’s pussy, and he loved the way her body responded.

If only her mind would respond the same way.

He dismissed the frustrating thought and forced himself back into the memory.

He’d made her come three times with his tongue alone. Then two more times by pumping his fingers while nibbling her clit. After her fifth orgasm, he mercilessly gnawed her clit. He knew it was too sensitive for rough handling.

He was rewarded when she pushed his forehead away. “No. No, please. Don’t make me come anymore.”

“Don’t make you come anymore?” he mockingly parroted.

“No,” she panted.

“Are you done for the night?” he asked, shifting backwards.

“No,” she opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling.

“Talk to me.”

Those three words. Why did they get her going so intensely? He knew the effect they had on her, and he used them often.

For that reason.

“No,” she said; her eyes closed, as if by keeping them shut she could avoid his request.

“Talk to me,” he said more insistently.

She remained silent for several seconds before looking at him. “I want your cock,” she said simply.

He smiled as he hovered over her, knees on either side of her waist. Still smiling, he grabbed his cock, then took her left hand and wrapped it around its base. “Here. It’s yours.”

She smiled painfully at him. He wanted her to beg. She should’ve foreseen it, but she’d just come five times.

She rolled her eyes and squeezed his cock. “I want your cock inside of me.”

“Ohh, inside of you. I had no idea that’s what you meant,” he twinkled at her. Still, he made no move.

She pushed back on his cock unsuccessfully and sighed. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please take your cock and ram it into me over and over.”

He smiled. “Gotcha.”

Jeneca insisted upon condom use--despite Keegan’s medical paperwork declaring him disease-free. She rationalized they were not exclusive, and things change all the time. She was adamant on that point.

Keegan, of course, chose his times to broach the subject. That night had not been one of those times.

After he was properly sheathed, Keegan fucked her sensitive pussy hard and fast, and continued until he didn’t think he could anymore.

And then, he pumped harder.

Keegan was proud of his stamina.

As Keegan watched the replay in his mind, his hand on his cock moved faster. He wasn’t surprised how quickly he became hard again. Jeneca turned him on like no other woman.

He suspended his play to bring the used condom to his nose. It was the closest their juices came together. Stroking himself, Keegan came again and then, as he lay panting with a puddle of cum on his stomach, he reached for the spot she’d vacated minutes earlier.

She had been on top when they had last come together. They were exhausted, and she had rested her head on his shoulder. He loved the feeling of her spent and vulnerable body collapsed on him, completely exposed, and had wrapped his arms around her, played with her hair and traced her back.

She had allowed him to do it.

The end, as usual, was always a precarious time.

He wanted to hang onto it forever. He wanted her to stay the night. He never wanted her to leave.

But he had ruined it. He had known it the instant it happened. He’d instinctively moved to kiss her forehead, and she had tensed. He couldn’t help himself and had wanted her to relax fully. Wanted her to relax so much that he hadn’t stopped and had lightly kissed down her cheek and played with her hair.

But she hadn’t relaxed.

Instead, Jeneca had pushed herself off him, slid off the bed, out of his room, and out of his penthouse.

Chapter 1

Jeneca Avery was a successful trial attorney. She was well-known for her scrupulous ethics, substantive preparation, and bulldog nature. When insurance lawyers saw her name on a case, they shook their heads and prepared for battle.

The lesser ones settled, which was perfectly acceptable to Jeneca and her clients.

The courtroom battling and bravado enabled Jeneca to hide her feelings, to put up a barrier. She knew the courtroom was merely a stage, and she played her part well. As a result, the curtains typically closed on her “plays” with large verdicts. Jeneca wasn’t materialistic--she sought justice for her clients, who had suffered from corporations’ greed or doctors’ negligence.

She slept well at night.

Outside the courtroom, Jeneca Avery was a kind, giving and nurturing woman. She had raised three daughters, who were all thriving. She sat on the boards of two charities, and she handled twelve pro bono cases per year. Physically, she kept fit, earning her second degree black belt in Judo when she was thirty-two. Plus, she had been a dutiful and sexual wife.

Jeneca had married young. Evan Avery had been her high school sweetheart, and they married a month after graduation. All but her brother David were opposed to Evan, but she was in love… and a virgin, waiting for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, the “rest of her life” came at age forty-two, when she found Evan pumping hard and fast into the maid. The maid’s legs were splayed and her nails dug into Evan’s back, leaving deep red trails.

Jeneca was crushed and the divorce was swift.

Her connections in the legal field landed the best divorce attorney, although Evan didn’t fight. Custody wasn’t a factor since the girls were adults. Jeneca kept the name because she had established it in the business world.

The first year after her divorce was a robotic blur. Jeneca was up by six to work out, suck down a protein shake, and then at work by seven. She came home at seven, went for a run, shoveled food, and was in bed by nine... then up again by six.

Evan didn’t want the divorce. He tried to talk with Jeneca, but she refused. Evan begged for counseling, to explore sex, to do anything to keep her. He claimed he had a voracious sexual appetite for kinky things but Jeneca didn’t listen to him.

But she did hear him.

Her mind replayed the coupling of Evan and the maid. Jeneca was shocked by the brutality of Evan’s fucking. It looked savage. It looked painful. But the maid--no longer the maid--enjoyed it! Her moans were animalistic but also ecstatic.

And the nail marks!

Evan had screamed, “Yes! Hurt me!” His skin had been broken.

It was a kind of sex she and Evan had never even talked about prior to her discovery.

Both virgins at the time of their marriage, they’d experienced everything together, and he knew how to turn her on. She thought she knew how to arouse him, too. When the kids were young, she kept their parenting and dating separate and their sex life active. They looked forward to adult time, sometimes skipping the date in favor of a motel room.

After they had tried everything they could think of, they sought books for different positions and other ways to please.

Jeneca didn’t think sex was ever an issue. She craved Evan’s body. In fact, the morning she found Evan forcefully fucking another, she and Evan had made love on the same sheets!

But never like THAT.

The thought consumed Jeneca for the first year but, toward the end of the second, she emerged from her funk… though the scene still looped in her head. She discovered that she was both mortified and attracted. Evan had never been rough with her and had given her no clue he had wanted to be.

Had he?

What would she have done if he had tried?

Mixed with Jeneca’s despair was an increasing desire for alternative sex.

Would it be pleasurable?

Did she even want it?

She was an avid researcher, having honed the skill as a lawyer, and found volumes online. She read personal accounts of rough sex, or BDSM. Dominance and submission followed closely behind. She devoured magazine articles, how-to guides, and rough-sex porn. They contained explicit details of use, how to pleasure, instructional pictorials, various online stores, and images of toys.

Jeneca was fascinated.

In the beginning, she’d wanted to share her research with Evan, and it was painful to remember that he wasn’t a part of her life any longer. With everything she read, she envisioned Evan’s body. What she would do. How he would react.

She also knew that she would never have sex with Evan again, and pushed him from her mind to concentrate on herself.

This was her sexual awakening. Her time to shine. And her time to protect herself. Evan had been her protector. He was her rock, her lover, her confidante, her friend.

But he turned out to be less than heroic.

Far less.

She vowed never to give another man enough power to cause her that much devastation, and BDSM and dominance were the perfect solutions. That way, she could have sex with her heart safely locked away. After all, she was skilled at keeping emotion out of business and could do the same just as easily with sex.

After combing the written subject matter, Jeneca turned to porn. She initially viewed it as something that overweight, middle-aged, sexless people used to get off. Certainly never young, fit and sexually active people. Right?

Jeneca’s first porn clip was a mistress dominating a chained male slave. While she’d read about the D/s side of BDSM, she considered it a male-dominated area. To watch the whip crack against the man’s back, leave a mark, and hear him cry out in pain--and then in pleasure--was exhilarating. She was captivated.

The dominatrix donned a long whip in one hand and a short paddle in the other. As she cracked the whip against the man’s buttocks, Jeneca felt the power. She concentrated so heavily on the dominatrix that Jeneca never saw the man. She heard him, but she forgot to look. When the clip ended, Jeneca’s wetness oozed onto the bed.

She hit the replay button and focused on him. The paddle crashed against his ass, turning his white rear crimson. Jeneca could almost feel the heat radiating from it. The man’s body lurched each time the paddle made contact, and he let out a strangled growl.

The dominatrix would pause for him to say, “Thank you, Mistress.” Such power! Jeneca watched the man’s wrists strain against the chains. She saw his struggle as he accepted the pain. She also saw his excitement as his cock pulsed after each thwack! and drops of precum oozed.

His pleasure was completely at the dominatrix’s whim, who took him to the edge and yanked him back. He begged her to touch him. To suck him. To let him come. To fuck him. He was so needy. Jeneca didn’t know what was more stimulating: the dominatrix’s power or his strife.

Jeneca replayed the clip a third time and watched the entire scene. The rawness, the power and the submission sent her pussy into a hands-free orgasm. Jeneca recognized porn’s stimulation together with something far more important.

She was learning how to be dominant.

Chapter 2

Before Jeneca could put her knowledge to work, she needed a wardrobe and toys.

A well-known and respected attorney couldn’t be caught in a sex shop, so Jeneca shopped online, and shipments arrived in nondescript packaging.

Jeneca examined each item and experimented on her body. Clad in a new outfit, she stood in front of the mirror donning a harsh ponytail and a stern expression before she picked up a crop. She bent forward, still looking in the mirror, and watched her boobs rush to the edge of the leather cups. Then, she smacked the crop against her booted leg before she slowly rose and smacked harder up her leg. The leather provided too much padding.

Jeneca held a breath, brought her arm above her head and, with a loud whoosh and thwack!, she smacked the side of her lower leg.

The boot shielded the worst of the blow, but she felt a small sting, and the sides of her mouth crept into a wicked smile.

She then less forcefully struck the side of her bare thigh. Jake, a rescued black lab mix, was curled on the bed and picked up his head at the sound.

Jeneca laughed. “Not enough force that time, Jake.”

He put his head back down.

With determination, she brought the crop crashing against her bare thigh. Her eyes welled and her pussy contracted sharply. Turning to her side, Jeneca saw a red mark spread on her thigh. She touched it with her fingertips, and the softness was a welcome contrast. Then, she licked her finger, rubbed the mark, and her pussy twitched. Impulsively, she took the crop and lightly tapped her leather-clad pussy. The pressure was wonderful.

She tapped harder…

And harder…

She couldn’t stop.

Jeneca yanked off her clothes and lay on the bed as Jake hopped off. Grabbing the crop close to the flap, she lightly tapped her sopping cunt. The sloshy noise mixed with the sting and made her strike harder. Her pussy tried to cling to the leather as her hips thrust against it.

Not obtaining any friction, Jeneca smacked faster and harder and, suddenly, the pain and pleasure soared together. Her neck arched back, and her body tensed as she brought herself to a powerful orgasm.

Still in a daze, she pulled her corset down and, gripping the handle of the crop, she tried to swat her boobs, but the stick was too long. So she lowered her grip and smacked her nipples. It sent an electric current straight to her pussy. Jeneca continued to swat each nipple with varying degrees of force until she came again.

“Fuck!” she yelled.

Jeneca similarly tested the rest of her goodies; not coming as hard as the first time, but explored the nuances with different body parts, angles and force. Then, as her heart rate slowed, she glanced across her king-sized bed and remembered all the passionate but vanilla sex she and Evan had shared. She wistfully considered playing with him… at least until the image of him and the maid burst through.

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