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This is the opening chapter in a multi-part story, which sets the stage for the rest of the story.

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I sat on a small metal folding chair, not the most comfortable setting, but it was what was available. It was dark in the room, which had no windows, but for a little bit of light coming through approximately an inch-and-a-half gap between two solid sliding doors. My portfolio with a pad of papers sat balanced on my knees, with one of those little book lights attached to it, to provide me with enough light with which to read. I sat back in the chair making myself as comfortable as possible, because I knew that once the session started, I would be leaning forward for anywhere from one to two hours in order to see as much of the action as possible.

After waiting about five minutes, I heard the door in the other room open, and I slid forward to peer through the gap. I saw a woman walk in, move to the center of the room, and turn and face the door from where she entered. I began taking my notes, the third such session in my research study.

She bowed her head, and moved her hands behind her back, clasping them. Before she turned away from me, I got enough of a glance to see that she appeared to be about my age, early 40s, white, and looked what most people would describe as a "typical suburban housewife." She carried "baby weight," that little bit extra in her hips, ass, and breasts that typify women who have had a baby or two. The extra weight on her was not unattractive by any means, in fact, it made her look healthy and vibrant. I had not yet received the survey that she, like all research subjects had been asked to complete, so I didn't have her exact height and weight and didn't know if she did in fact have c***dren. But the extra weight didn't look bad on her at all, and I thought for a woman her age, she looked very good.

She was dressed in casual, but expensive-looking clothes, and had flats on. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a light ponytail, and she had elegant jewelry on - large diamond earrings, a necklace, and bangle bracelets, one of which had many diamonds on it - jewelry that looked too expensive for my budget as a college professor. She wore light makeup, and appeared as if she were dressed for doing errands in town for the afternoon, which may have been exactly what she had been doing before coming here.

After a few minutes of watching her standing there motionlessly, I heard the door open again. In walked my other research subject, who went by the name Mistress Cecilia. I knew from my interview with her that she was 35, and she was white as well, but was dressed much more provocatively in a black bustier which thrust her large breasts forward and exposed the top half of each one to just above her areola. Below that were black hip hugger shorts that went just to the top of her thighs, barely covering her ass. Her brown hair too was pulled back in a ponytail, but a much tighter and more severe one than her client. Her makeup was also heavier and more exaggerated. Her black patent leather boots went to mid-thigh, and with their three inch heels, she looked to be about 6 feet tall, allowing her to tower over her subject by at least a half foot. She was more height-weight proportionate than her client,

All of this information about Mistress Cecilia - who I shortened to "MC" in my notes for the sake of brevity - was recorded in my notepad as well. I much preferred to take notes on my laptop, as I did in the first two sessions, I observed, rather than having to transcribe the written notes. But MC explained that this client liked no background music or other noise in the room during her session, and she was afraid that the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard would distract her, so I agreed to take the notes in writing.

She stood in front of her client for a few moments, just looking at her. She then walked around her once, looking up and down her body. She returned to the front of her, and said in a quiet but strong voice, "Undress. Everything, including your jewelry. Now."

The client, who I had assigned the number 1-03 to represent the third client of domme number one, immediately began complying without lifting her head and looking MC in the eye. She moved quickly, but not in too rushed a manner, to remove all of her jewelry and place it on a small table that was positioned at the side of the room. My narrow field of view through the gap in the sliding doors still allowed me to see most of the room, other than the immediate corners closest to me. Thus, I had no difficulty observing subject 1-03 as she put the jewelry on the table, and then reached behind her to lower the zipper in the back of her dress. She let the dress fall to her ankles, and stepped out of it, folding it carefully and placing it on the table. This was followed by her flats, which she removed from her feet and placed them under the table. She then reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra, and with a small lean forward, let it fall off of her shoulders and her breasts, and placed it on the table. The last piece of clothing was her panties, which too were placed on the table.

As she walked back to the spot she had left in front of MC only a few moments before, now totally naked, it struck me that she showed absolutely no hesitation in complying with her Mistress's commands. She knew I was sitting there observing; all of the research subjects had to sign an informed consent form which stated that I would be observing the session. They of course had the opportunity to refuse, and at the outset of the research project, I was worried about my ability to recruit the clients into the study. But to my surprise, when presented with the opportunity and upon understanding the guarantee of confidentiality, so far almost none had refused. Subject 1-03 was one of those who agreed, and she didn't seem at all fazed by the fact that I was sitting only feet away watching everything that was going on.

When she was back in the spot in front of MC, who had not moved but had simply watched her undress, I had the chance to see subject 1-03 without her clothes on. As I had observed before, she did carry what looked to be about 20-03 pounds above what most people would consider an ideal weight for someone of her height.

At age 43, I was probably roughly the same age as her, and I did not have c***dren. But I was a little envious, as now that she was naked I could see that I was probably 10-20 pounds heavier than her and I did not believe the extra weight looked as good on me as it did on her. Her ass (I tended to use vernacular language in my notes, as it was generally quicker and easier than using technical terms, and I could translate them later as I wrote up my notes - they also generally had the advantage of being shorter, and easier to write or type) was quite full and round, but it had a lovely shape to it, and was not out of proportion to her body. The same was true of her breasts; I had seen a quick glance of them as she returned to the spot in front of MC, and they were quite large, larger than mine in fact, but they had very little droop to them. She had a soft face, and her skin all over her body looked flawless. All in all, she was quite attractive.

When she returned to the spot in the center of the room, MC once again walked around her, looking her over. The client still kept her head down, an act that I knew from my background research many submissives had been taught.

After circling her once, MC nodded approvingly, and walked to the opposite side of the room from where her client had left her clothes. She opened a cabinet mounted on the wall, and took out something that I could not see. She walked back to subject 1-03, and raising her hands to her, proceeded to put something around her neck. When she dropped her hands again, I could see that it was some sort of collar, like a dog collar. She then returned to the same cabinet and came back with something else in her hands. As she reached up and attached it to the collar, I could see that it was a leash, which she held in the other end of in her hand.

As I furiously took notes about all of this, I heard MC say to the client, "Down on all fours." The woman immediately complied, putting her naked body down on her hands and knees on the carpet, while MC continued to hold onto the leash.

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I am a social psychologist at a major research university in the United States. I had completed my doctorate eight years ago at an Ivy League university, and in the subsequent period that I had been a faculty member, I had established a strong reputation for the research I have done on individuals at the margins of society. This had included c***d abusers and their victims, victims of spousal abuse, and people with severe eating disorders. This was not easy research to do; it was often hard to find subjects, and once I did, getting them to trust a stranger enough to open up to them was a challenge. But I had worked hard to develop the trust that would allow me to do research that was very well respected and has been published in some of the nation's leading psychology journals.

I had long been curious about the BDSM scene. I had not had any firsthand experience, but had a couple of friends who had shared conversations about their experiences with me, and I had read a few articles in both scholarly journals as well as the popular press. But I had never pursued the subject as a potential research study before I had tenure, because I knew that it would be too difficult and time consuming. I knew there was no way I would be able to get the articles published on that topic that I would need to cement my reputation and earn tenure. So I had put it on the shelf with the intent of returning to it after I was tenured, when I would have the time, energy, and ability to fight the battles necessary to start a research study on the topic.

Well that time had finally come. I had earned early tenure three years ago because of my strong research record. Shortly after, I had begun the outlines of what a scholarly study on BDSM would look like. With all of the publicity about the 50 Shades of Gray book series, I know that many women who had never heard of BDSM in the past, or may have heard of it but knew little about it, were now discussing it in book groups, at coffee klatches, and in other settings. Thus, I decided that the time was right to work on the outlines of the study.

There was some scholarly research out there about BDSM, but most of it focused on male doms and their clients, both male and female. There was a little less out there about female dommes and their clients, and almost all of that was focused on male subs. Where there was a gap was in studies about dommes and female clients, so this is what I decided to study, hoping that I could make a real contribution to the literature. I also chose this because I felt that as a female, it would be easier for me to gain the trust of the research subjects if I was the same gender as them.

It took me almost two full years, and four revisions of my application, to battle our university's Institutional Review Board to get permission to conduct the study. No research study could be conducted without first gaining the approval of the IRB. In an almost-unprecedented action, I was even required to come in for a meeting with the members of the IRB.

When I had first proposed to videotape not just my interviews with my subjects, both dommes and their clients, but the sessions between them as well, I was met with strong resistance from the IRB. As one old biddy from the English Department said, "I am not going to be a party to allowing a professor at our university to create blue movies." Yes, she actually said "blue movies," like it was the 1960s or something. But nothing I could do would convince them to allow me to videotape the sessions, so I had to give up on that and rely on direct observation instead. They also would not allow me to use my doctoral student research assistants to observe the sessions. They raised objections about how this could be damaging to them, and they insisted that they could only be used to help conduct the interviews, transcribe them (and my observation notes), and do the data analysis. So I had no choice but to agree, and to do all the observations of sessions between the dommes and their subs myself.

The other major restriction they put on the study was that it could not be conducted in our metropolitan area. They were concerned that as much as I would guarantee confidentiality to all of the subjects, there as an outside chance that when presenting or writing about the research, that someone could be identified from the information that I presented about them. They felt that the promises of confidentiality would be stronger if I did my research in other locations around the United States.

The major problem with this is that it would greatly increase the costs of the study. Needless to say, it was not going to be easy to find funders for this research. No government agency was going to touch it, and I knew it was unlikely my university would do so, for fear of gaining the religious and political right attacking it. After some digging around, however, I was able to find an open-minded and progressive family foundation that was willing to provide the resources necessary for me to travel to four cities around the country to conduct my site visits there. So, armed with some funding, and after a long battle the blessing (or more accurately, the acquiescence) of our IRB, I was able to start the study.

Somewhat to my surprise, it was not that difficult to recruit the research subjects. In the age of the Internet, it was easy to locate dommes in other cities. I contacted a number directly, explaining who I was, providing a link to my website at the university so they could see I was a legitimate scholar, and explained what I was hoping to accomplish in the study. A few wanted nothing to do with me, and I decided a few were just a little too shady to deal with, but the vast majority said they were willing to at least talk to me about the study.

So following some phone and Skype calls, I was able to recruit eight dommes in the first city. I knew there'd be some attrition during the study, so I was hoping to end up with at least five who stayed in the study to the end. And I was hoping that each would connect me with at least five clients who would be willing to complete a survey, let me observe their session, and interview them about it afterwards. Thus, I hoped to have at least 25 subs in each of the four cities, for a total of 100 across the country. It was an ambitious agenda, and I knew it would take a while to complete it, but I felt this was a real opportunity to do some groundbreaking research.

I was on my first trip out of town, and MC was the first domme on my list. I was conducting my observation of the third client of hers that I was able to recruit into the study.

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Subject 1-03 was on her hands and knees, collar around her neck, with a leash attached to it. MC began to walk around the room, leading her by holding the leash. She wasn't walking quickly; she sauntered at a leisurely pace, and wherever she went, her client followed along on her hands and knees. As she crawled, I saw her large breasts sway back and forth, gravity pulling them toward the ground. I put in my observation notes that she did not appear to be in any pain or distress, she was in fact fairly nonchalant in her crawling behind the leash. As she went around the room, with her knees and hands moving along, I was able to see that she appeared to have very little, if any pubic hair.

After no more than a minute of this, MC stopped in the middle of the room, and said, "Sit." Subject 1-03 was now facing me, and she lifted her hands off the floor and sat back on her haunches. I could now see her face and front of her body more clearly, and her legs were spread enough that my initial impression was correct - she was totally devoid of pubic hair. And now that I could inspect them more closely, I could see that her breasts were truly magnificent. As I noted before, they were larger in cup size than my own 38C breasts, and they stood prominently on her chest as she sat on her haunches. Each had an areola the size of a silver dollar and a lovely mocha brown color, setting them off quite clearly from the rest of the breast. Her nipples were also quite prominent; I could not tell if they were erect from arousal, but they were each more than a half-inch across and even longer than that, and were a crimson red color.

I found myself somewhat mesmerized looking at this woman, and I also came to realize somewhat to my surprise, aroused. I had approached my first two observations very clinically, being new to this research subject, and I was concentrating so intently on capturing what was happening in my notes that I had not thought that much about the eroticism of the situation. But now, this being the third time I was seeing one woman sexually dominate another, I was getting more comfortable with the situation, and I found myself being drawn into the eroticism of it all.

MC stepped toward her sub, and stood in front of her. The client still had her head bowed. MC said, "Worship me, my pet." The sub leaned forward, and began planting light kisses on the patent leather of her domme's boots. After doing this for a few minutes, MC said, "Higher," and she began to lightly tug on the leash, pulling her sub further up her legs. Her client continued to kiss the boots, but then reaching above them to her mistress's bare legs. It appeared that this was an activity she was very familiar with, as she seemed to know exactly what to do without much prodding from the domme.

She continued up her legs, kissing all sides of each bare leg, slowly edging upward. As she continued past her domme's knees, MC spread her legs ever so slightly, giving her sub easier access to kiss all around her legs. As subject 1-03 continued, I looked at her nipples, and saw they had grown even more erect and larger than they had been before. I could also see her breathing was becoming more rapid, and these two observations together led me to conclude that she was growing quite aroused at being forced to worship her mistress in this fashion.

As much as I tried to stay detached and clinical, I found my arousal rising as well. The way that this sub seemed to enjoy the worship of her mistress's body was incredibly erotic, and I found myself with my pen raised off the pad, just staring, wondering how high she would be going with her kisses.

She was less than an inch from the bottom of MC's shorts, and I was silently begging her to continue upward. Just as her kisses began to touch the shorts, the sub reached upward, appearing to want to push them up, or even pull them down - I couldn't tell which.

But as her hands touched the shorts, MC said in a stern but quiet voice, "Stop."

The sub immediately pulled her hands away, and sat back again on her haunches.

MC continued, "You know the rule, my pet. No touching with your hands unless you are given permission ahead of time. For this act of transgression, you will be punished."

Without saying anything else, subject 1-03 crawled over toward the table where she had earlier left her belongings, stood up, and leaned the upper half of her body across the table, resting her head on her crossed hands and flattening her large breasts against the table. The leash lay beside her on the table, still attached to the collar. This left her ample ass sticking out and prominently displayed to her mistress.

MC walked over to the cabinet on the other side of the room, and retrieved something. Again, I couldn't see what it was until she walked over and stood behind her sub. I saw then that she had what looked like a ping pong paddle in her hand. She leaned over her sub, and I heard her say in a quiet voice, "Spread your legs, my pet. I want to see you wide open back there."

Subject 1-03 complied, spreading her legs so that her feet were about four feet apart, and as her mistress suggested, this forced open the cleft of her ass from where it started below her waist all the way down to her bare pussy.

"You know what's coming, don't you pet?"

"Yes, mistress." It was clear that she knew well this part of the scene.

"Good. Now I want you to count for me."

MC waited about 10 or 15 seconds, building up the anticipation. She slowly swung her hand back, and then quickly forward, planting the paddle right in the middle of her sub's left ass cheek. A sharp "smack" resounded through the room, and her sub grunted a guttural "Uh," and said, "One."

As the domme removed the paddle and pulled her hand back for another blow, I could see a faint red mark on her sub's left ass cheek. The next blow landed on exactly the same spot on the right cheek, with the same response: "Uh, two." I somehow managed to continue to take my notes as a total of ten blows rained down upon the sub.

After the tenth, MC said, "That's it for now, my pet. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mistress."

As I looked at the sub's ass, now with pale red marks all over it, I was pretty sure I could see damp tracks running down the inside of each leg. There was no doubt in my mind now that the sub was clearly aroused by this paddling, and I had to admit to myself that I too felt a dampness between my own legs. I was shocked; while I had read some of the BDSM literature, including the bestseller 50 Shades of Gray as preparation for my research study, I had not found any of it particularly erotic. But now, sitting here watching it live in person, I realized just how erotic it was.

I pulled my attention back to what was happening in the room, and I saw MC standing in the center of the room again after having returned the paddle to the cabinet. "Now that you've taken your punishment so well, you have earned a reward. Come over here."

The sub lifted herself from the table and crawled over and sat again at her mistress's feet.

"First you need a little adornment, however. I see some of your beautiful jewelry on the table, and I think you'd look better if you were just a little less naked. But rather than putting your jewelry back on, I have something nicer for you."

MC held out her right hand, and opened the clenched fist. I could not see clearly what was in her hand, but subject 1-03's eyes got wide when she saw what was in front of her.

MC took what was in her hand and moved it toward her sub's right breast. As she did so, it was clear what she had - a set of nipple clamps. She affixed the first one to her sub's distended nipple, pulling it out with her other hand and rolling it between her fingers a few times. As she did this, the silence in the room allowed me to hear her sub's light moan. Her nipple seemed to swell even further as her mistress applied the clamp to it.

As she did so, I could see that there was a silver-colored chain connecting the two clamps. MC performed the same massaging of the left nipple, eliciting the same reaction from the client. She then applied the second clamp, leaving the chain dangling between the two of them.

"That's better," MC said. "Now you look more appropriately decorated."

"You may now do what you had tried before, my pet. You may remove my shorts."

The sub looked up, and reached her hands up to place them on both sides of MC's shorts. Before they got there, however, she was interrupted by MC who slapped at her left hand and chuckled.

"No, silly, you may not use your hands. Use your teeth."

Her sub withdrew her hands, and sitting up higher, she leaned forward, put her head under the bottom of the short bustier, and placed her mouth on the waistband of her mistress's shorts.

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As I described earlier, I am 43, eight years into my career as a professor. I came to academe later in life after working at a well-respected university press, primarily as an editorial assistant. I enjoyed the publishing business, but after about five years in I knew it was something I would not want to spend my entire life doing. I found that the books I was most interested in were those in psychology, even though my undergraduate degree was in English. After contemplating next steps for a couple of years, I enrolled in a doctoral program in psychology at age 30. Five years later I graduated and started my academic career.

I am single, never having married. I have had a couple of long-term relationships with men, one in my youth while I was working at the university press, and a second while in graduate school. Each ended as I transitioned into the next stage in my life. The first boyfriend wasn't willing to relocate with me when I left for graduate school, and the strain of maintaining a long-distance relationship was too great, causing us to drift apart during my first year.

The second relationship met a similar fate. We were in graduate school together, and as often happens in many situations like that, we ended up with faculty jobs across the country from each other. This time I knew there was no way I could maintain a long-distance relationship, particularly with the stress of being a new assistant professor, so we bid farewell at commencement and have remained good friends ever since. He has since married and had two c***dren, and we enjoy seeing each other once or twice a year at the various psychology conferences or on the rare times I have had the opportunity to visit him and his family.

There have been no serious men in my life since. I found my life incredibly harried, between my research, teaching, and professional travel, and never seem to have had the time and energy to invest in a serious relationship. I've dated a number of men since coming to this university, but nothing lasted for more than a few dates. I had some good, close friends - mostly women, though a couple of men - and this seems to have been meeting my emotional needs for now. Most of these friends were married, but some were either single like me or divorced, and I had had the opportunity to travel on vacations with some of the women. I had pretty much resigned myself to living the rest of my life as a single woman. I rationalized this by telling myself that I was dedicated to my career and my research, but in the pit of my heart I still held out hope for more.

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As subject 1-03 began trying to pull down MC's shorts with her teeth, I was curious to see where this scene was going. In the previous two scenes with MC that I had observed, each revolved solely around her disciplining the sub, and even though the two subs were in various stages of undress during the scenes, MC had never taken off any of her clothes. This one was clearly different. I didn't know if this sub was special in some way, or what.

The two women were sideways toward me, no more than six feet away from where I was sitting and peering through the narrow crack in the doors. I briefly wondered if MC had positioned the two of them at that angle on purpose, so I would have the best view of what was about to occur. It wasn't easy for the sub to get the shorts down in this fashion. She could go no more than an inch or two on one side before she had to switch to the other, repeating the action on the opposite side. Finally, though, she was able to work them far enough down MC's legs that gravity aided her and they dropped on the floor.

As the shorts fell to the floor, I could see that MC was naked beneath them. Even though she was sideways to me, I could see that she too was devoid of hair, perfectly smooth around her pubic area. And from the side I could see that she had a small but nicely curved ass, befitting her tall and thin frame.

MC gazed down on her sub, waiting, while subject 1-03 looked up at her. All it took was a raised eyebrow from MC, and her client bent down, putting her teeth back on the shorts. As she did so, MC stepped out of them, and the client, still clasping them between her teeth, crawled over to the table. She kneeled, deposited the shorts on the table, and crawled back to sit on her haunches in front of MC again. It was clear that this was part of the game that had been played many times before.

MC reached down and picked up her sub's leash. With a tug, she pulled her head upward about level with her crotch, moving her into a kneeling position, while saying in a stern voice, "Do not touch me until I give you permission. I want you to just appreciate me."

She then pulled the leash forward just a bit, placing her sub's face right in front of her crotch, but not touching it. I could see the sub gazing upon her mistress's crotch, and could see her breathing in, as if to absorb the scent from her pussy. As she breathed, the chain between her nipple clamps swung back and forth gently.

I didn't look at my watch, but it must have been at least three minutes that they stayed in this position. Everything was perfectly still in the room, and it was so quiet that I did not even want to write on my pad, for fear that the noise would disturb the participants. My initial thought upon observing this was that it takes an awful lot of mental and physical discipline to be a domme; MC was standing perfectly still, unmoving, for the entire three minutes. It might not sound like a long time, but it seemed an eternity in that setting.

My second thought was one I had felt just a few minutes earlier - how erotic the scene was. For some reason I found myself wondering what it was like to be this sub, what it was like to be so close to another woman's shaved pussy like that, what it must look like, how it smelled. Did she want more, or did it meet her needs just kneeling there so close to her mistress? What caused a woman to engage in this kind of behavior?

I knew what some of the psychology literature had to say about the motivations behind those who engaged in BDSM behavior in general, but the literature was largely silent on female-on-female BDSM activities. Thus, I was hoping to explore this further in my interviews with the clients.

After the roughly three minutes were up, MC said, "Do not move." She let go of the leash, dropping it to the floor, and as instructed her client stayed exactly where she was on her knees. I saw MC step back just a few inches, take her hand that had just let go of the leash, and reach down between her legs. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing because of my angle of viewing, but a few seconds later I saw her hand come back out, with one finger extended. There was a faint gossamer-like thread that for the briefest of moments connected her finger back to her pussy. As she further extended her hand, however, the thread broke, and I can see her finger glistening in the light.

She extended the finger, holding it directly under the nose of her sub, who almost immediately took a deep breath in. "That's right, my pet, I want you to smell my sweet scent," MC said.

Her sub inhaled again, as if to capture as much of the aroma into her nostrils as she could.

"I bet you'd like more than to just smell that, wouldn't you my dear?"

Her sub nodded her head lightly up and down, being careful not to make contact with her mistress's finger.

MC laughed. "Well, if you're a very good sub, then perhaps you will have that opportunity. For now, though, I'll just leave you with this." And she took her finger, and ran it across her sub's skin, just under her nose and above her upper lip, as if to leave the scent there for her to enjoy.

MC then stepped back in front of subject 1-03, so that her crotch was once again right in front of the sub's face. She reached up, and began undoing the snaps on the front of her bustier, not moving the bottom half of her body while she did so, so that her sub remained frozen right in front of her crotch.

After undoing the last snap, she pushed the sides of the bustier apart, exposing her large breasts. I tried to remain clinical in my observations, but I had to admit that they were beautiful - they were quite large for a relatively thin woman, but there not out of proportion with her body. They were milky white, and each one was topped by a smallish, light brown areola and a reddish-brown nipple. Once again, for the second time in just a matter of minutes, I found myself envious of another woman's body.

Even though her client continued to face forward, I suspect that she knew what was happening above her field of view. While she may have been tempted to look up at her mistress's now fully exposed breasts, she resisted the temptation, most likely in order to avoid being punished once more.

MC reached down, and lightly stroked the hair and ear of her sub, as the woman continued to gaze into her mistress's crotch no more than an inch in front of her. She then reached a little further down, and grabbed the silver chain that connected the nipple clamps, and gave a short tug upward. Her sub gasped monetarily, as the chain pulled on each clamp, distending the woman's nipples even further. She did this two more times, eliciting a gasp each time from her sub, but she kept her gaze forward and did not move her head. I was impressed with the discipline that this woman showed, even in the face of intense stimulation and what I assume was some pain.

After doing this for a minute or so, MC reached under her client's chin, and gently lifted it upward, so that she was looking into her mistress's eyes. She could no doubt see those beautiful breasts displayed right above her head as well, and her eyes seemed to light up at the view. They stood like that, gazing at each other for at least a minute. Then, MC spoke. "Close your eyes, my pet, and open your mouth."

The sub immediately complied, waiting attentively with her mouth wide open. But for about 90 seconds, or may even have been as much as two minutes, nothing happened - no movement from MC or her sub, not even a twitch from either one, as the domme stood there still holding her sub's chin. It was so quiet in the room, that I ceased my note taking, and thought I could actually hear my own heart beating. My curiosity grew, wondering what the next move would be. I wondered if subject 1-03 was equally curious, or whether this was another part of the scene that had been played out many times before.

Finally, MC removed her finger from the sub's chin, and stepped backward a few feet. She then shrugged off her bustier, dropping it on the floor behind her. Now fully naked, other than for her boots, I could see she was a magnificent woman. Tall, slim but not too thin, and full-breasted with a gorgeous ass, she was an incredible sight.

Slowly bending the upper half of her body forward, she moved her right breast ever so slowly toward her sub's head. As the tit approached her head, MC carefully navigated her nipple directly into her client's mouth, rubbing it along both her top and bottom lip as she did so.

Her sub did not move her mouth as the nipple was there, suspended between her lips. I thought this showed incredible restraint, as I'm sure she was tempted to close her lips around it, tongue it, or both. But she just stayed there, suspended in that position.

This time it was only about a minute before MC spoke. "Very nicely done, my sweet, you are doing a very good job waiting for permission. You may now go ahead." In a matter of a split second, her sub closed her lips around the nipple, and began sucking away. I couldn't see for sure, but I imagine she was also tonguing it at the same time. The sub had a look of pure ecstasy on her face, as if she were tasting the most wonderful food she had ever experienced.

The eroticism of this scene was incredible - the one woman waiting ever so patiently to feast upon her domme's breast, and then lavishing it with loving attention once granted permission. This made me wonder about what would cause someone to behave in such a manner, to submit themselves so willingly and with what appeared to be every emotion she owned, to this other woman. I had done enough background reading to understand the basics of a submissive personality, but seeing the behavior in person like this was so different than just reading about it. I looked forward to my opportunity to interview this woman (who had previously consented to be interviewed when she had agreed to allow me to watch her session) so that I could explore more her motivations and feelings.

My attention returned to the adjacent room as I saw MC lift herself back up, her nipple coming out of her client's mouth with wet-sounding "pop." The nipple was in fact covered with the sub's saliva, confirming my suspicion that she was using not just her lips but also her tongue to lave it. MC smiled down at her sub, patted her on the head, and said, "Go lie down on the bed, face up."

Subject 1-03 got on her hands and knees once again, and crawled, leash dragging behind her, over to what looked like a double bed on the same side of the room as the wall-mounted cabinet that housed MC's implements. When she got to the bed, she climbed up on it, and lay down as she was instructed. I had to look a bit sideways through the crack in the two doors in front of me, but I still had a good view of that side of the room. Her head was on the far side of where I was, so as I looked at her I was peering right between her legs, which she had spread about three feet apart at her feet.

MC watched this, and then walked to the cabinet and retrieved some things that I once again could not see. She walked the few feet to the bed, and dropped some of them on it. She then reached up to her sub's head, and I saw that she had a blindfold in her hand, which she proceeded to put on her. She then turned her attention to her client's feet, and gently pushed them further apart, about as far as they would go comfortably go. She then reached down to the pile of things she had dropped on the bed, and I saw her pick up what looked like Velcro cuffs of some kind. She put one on the sub's right ankle, and then stretched out a cord attached to it and tied the other end to a leg of the bed. She then did the same with the other ankle. MC then picked up two more cuffs from the bed, and similarly restrained her sub's wrists, pulling them away from her body.

Her sub was now fully restrained, though there was enough slack so that she could pull her arms and legs just an inch or so. The clamps were still attached to her sub's nipples, though now lying down her large breasts spilled down the side of her torso, pulling the chain a little more taut. With her legs spread so wide, I had a very nice view of the sub's clearly aroused pussy. Her juices had begun to run down her inner thighs, and presented a sheen on her outer labia, which appeared quite engorged. I wasn't sure how much of her arousal was due to the position she was in, or from the sucking on her mistress's nipple a few minutes ago, or a combination of the two. But whatever the catalyst, there was no question that she was now quite turned on.

MC now sat on the side of the bed, and reached down and picked up the last item she had placed in the pile. When I realized what it was, I almost gasped audibly; thankfully I was able to stifle it, as I was trying hard not to give any reminder to either of them that everything they were doing was being observed, in order to maintain the fidelity of my research. MC had in her hand some kind of vibrator or dildo, and it was quite clear what she was going to do to the naked woman who was spread eagled next to her.

Watching this, I became aware of my own increasing arousal. While I was not yet at the highly-charged state of subject 1-03, there was no question that my body was responding to the scene in front of me. I had never seen anything like this, not even in porn videos. I had watched some porn in the past, as one of my ex-boyfriends was into it. But I had never seen any videos with BDSM like this, and I knew that even if I had, they would not have been able to hold a candle to the scene playing out in front of me at this moment. My own wetness was now quite evident, at least to me, as I felt my panties getting soaked. My own nipples were becoming more erect as well, and were pushing hard against my bra. I hadn't reacted nearly this way at all after the first two sessions I observed, but this one was having a very different effect on me. I thought to myself that I was thankful I had worn dark slacks, so that when I saw MC after the session, my own stimulation would hopefully not be so evident to her.
My thoughts and the quiet in the room were interrupted by the buzzing of the vibrator, which MC had just turned on. As she began to approach her sub's body, I could see a smile cross the domme's face.

**********

Beside the relatively short telephone conversation that I had had with MC when I first recruited her into my study, I had conducted one face-to-face interview with her when I arrived two days earlier in her city. This was the introductory meeting, where I gathered some basic information from her that went beyond what was available to potential clients on her website. I asked her some questions about her background, how she got into the business, what other jobs she had held, etc. I was a little surprised to hear that she had a bachelor's degree in English, like me. She had attended a women's college as an undergraduate.

As with all of my subjects, both dommes and their clients, she was promised full confidentiality. She would be identified by a pseudonym in my research (not even using her professional name, Mistress Cecilia, even though I knew that was not her real name), and none of the cities would even be identified by name.

We were seated in the living room of her house, which was actually in the close-in suburbs of the city. She was comfortably dressed, wearing a light pullover sweater and a pair of jeans. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she wore little or no makeup. We were sitting in overstuffed easy chairs, facing each other from a few feet away. Looking around the room, and the setting, I could have been visiting a friend for tea or coffee; nothing here indicated that this woman made a living by sexually dominating other people in a room elsewhere in this house. As I was working, I was dressed more professionally, in a blouse and skirt.

Like most of the dommes that I had already recruited into the study, she had both male and female clients. She was bisexual, and she told me had been since her teen years, so she was comfortable in intimate settings with both men and women. But she told me that she preferred female clients for a variety of reasons, and I asked her why.

"First is the safety issue," she responded. "As carefully as I try to vet my clients, generally relying on referrals from other customers, I still find that the rare times I run into problems with a client, it is always a man. I have never felt uncomfortable or unsafe around a female client."

"Second, I find it easier to connect with women. I have had a variety of both male and female lovers throughout my life, but I have generally bonded more emotionally with women, and I find the same is true in my work. They also tend to be more repeats than the men, and schedule sessions more frequently, so they're better for my business." She had already told me earlier that she was single and had never been married, though she had had a number of long-term relationships. She was currently not in one, however.

"Third," she continued, "the women clients are easier to schedule. I find that most of my male subs are married men who are seeing me on the side, mostly because their wives have no interest in or desire for their need to be dominated. So that means they're often trying to schedule in a session at lunchtime, or immediately after work before they head home to their families, and frankly, sometimes it's just a pain in the neck to schedule them."

"My women subs, on the other hand, tend more to be single, or if they are married, are not working and have more flexibility in their schedules. Their husbands are off working all day, the k**s are in school, and they have the luxury of more time on their hands to schedule sessions, and they tend to schedule longer sessions with me as well."

"Can I interrupt for a second," I asked her.

"Of course dear, what is it?"

At first I felt slightly belittled being called "dear," but I glossed over it and just chalked it up to her trying to put me at ease. "You are located here outside of the center city area, so do your clients mostly come from this area?"

"Oh no, they come from all over the metropolitan area. Some are from around here, some from the further out suburbs, and many live in the city. You'd be surprised how many of my clients from the city show up here for a session in a Town Car that sits in the driveway waiting, and then takes them back," she said with a little smile.

"Doesn't all the traffic in and out raise the suspicion of your neighbors?" I asked. "I imagine that out here in the suburbs people can be a little nosy."

"It really hasn't been a problem for me," she replied. "You have to remember, it's not like there are 20 people a day coming in and out, so I'm not worried that people will think I'm selling d**gs here," she said with laugh. "Most of my sessions last from one to two hours, so the most I generally have in any given day is two or three. More typically, it's just one a day."

I pressed a little more on this issue, because I was curious and intrigued about how she could operate her business out here in the middle of the suburbs. "Do your neighbors ever ask what it is you do?"

"Oh, of course. I mostly keep to myself and don't interact with them, but on occasion you can't avoid those kinds of conversations that arise when you're talking with neighbors. If the topic does come up, I just tell them that I do specialized therapy." She smiled again. "And in a way, that is very truthful."

"And they don't push for more information?"

"Well, one or two have, but I just tell them I can't say any more because of ther****t-patient confidentiality rules. That usually stops the conversation cold."

"Okay, thanks," I responded. "I had interrupted your list of why you preferred female clients, so please go on."

"Okay, there is just one more on my list. The last reason I prefer female clients," she said with a wink, "is that they don't have the one-and-done problem."

I looked at her somewhat blankly, having no clue what she was talking about. "One-and-done?" I asked.

She leaned forward, smiled, and patted my knee, below the bottom of my skirt and below where my laptop was perched in my lap. "I assume you're straight, right Professor Phillips?" Her hand felt warm on my bare leg, and as she drew close, I caught a whiff of the perfume she was wearing. I couldn't place the scent, but it smelled very expensive and classy.

"Yes, I am," I replied.

"So I assume you've had enough experience with men to know how they are - once they have their orgasm, their desire immediately drops like a dead body thrown off a roof." She gave a knowing smile, as if we were two friends sharing a secret.

I now understood what she meant, having had experienced this many times with the men I had dated. Too often I found that after they came, I was left hanging not having achieved my orgasm yet, while they were either snoring, reaching for a cigarette, or hopping out of bed to grab a beer. I'm not sure if this was a reflection of all men, or just the ones I dated.

"Yes, they do tend to be like that, I know," I said, smiling back at her.

She removed her hand from my knee and sat back in her chair again. "Well, with the men, once they have their orgasm, their session is done. Many of my female clients, on the other hand, will go much longer, even if they have had multiple orgasms. And the longer the session and the more sexual it is, the more I charge."

I was taken aback by this statement, surprised to hear her talking about her client's climaxing. I had assumed that this was not part of the services she provided because of the legal issues around prostitution. My understanding of these dommes was that the services they performed stopped short of anything that could fall under the legal definition of "sex," in order to avoid problems with the law. In fact, most of their websites, including MC's, emphasized this limit.

"What do you mean?" I asked her. "I thought that you couldn't allow those kinds of acts."

"Oh dear, you don't get it," she responded, as if she were tutoring a wayward schoolc***d. "There are quite a variety of services available, depending upon the client's needs. Remember, it's a very specialized form of therapy that I provide," she continued with a laugh.

"But aren't you worried about being arrested?"

"No, not at all. First of all, I don't expect that any of my clients are going to go running to the local police department to tell them what they are doing with me. As you can imagine, discretion is as important to them as it is to me."

"What about undercover police?" I inquired.

"I don't worry too much about that. As I said, I vet my clients very carefully, and get most of them from personal referrals from others. And with a new client, I won't engage in anything sexual - or at least anything that could get me into legal problems - until I have had at least two or three sessions with them. This gives me a chance to get to know them, and if I'm at all uncomfortable, I won't see them anymore."

"And," she continued, "I also require a different form of financial relationship with clients who want this higher level of services."

"Can you explain what you mean by that?" I asked.

"Sure, I'm happy to explain it for you. But we've been sitting for a little while now, so can I offer you something to drink before we continue?"

"Oh, that's very nice, thank you. I'll just take a soda, diet if you have it."

"Sure, Diet Coke okay?" she offered.

"That'll be fine."

She stood up and walked toward her kitchen. As she did, I admired the look of her jeans, which fit her like a second skin and looked quite expensive, showing off her ass very nicely. As I waited for her to return, I looked around the living room. She had what looked like some very nice antiques and artwork, and the thought occurred to me that she must make a pretty good living to afford these things. She had told me she lived alone, so I assumed everything I saw she had acquired on her own. I hadn't gotten into any details of her finances yet, but her form of "specialized therapy" appeared to be quite lucrative.

She returned after a few minutes with a Diet Coke for me, and a glass of red wine for herself. As she placed my glass on the table next to my chair, her perfume again wafted over me.

"Now where were we?" she said smiling.

I was surprised to find that my mouth was quite dry, so I took a sip of my soda before I continued. "We were talking about your clients who wanted, as you described it, a 'higher' level of service."

"Oh, that's right. Okay, let me explain. You are right, that even with all the vetting of clients that I do, I have to be careful. So like other dommes, we've come up with a financial arrangement that protects us from any charges of prostitution. For women who desire this - and it is generally the women who avail themselves of this arrangement - I do not charge on a fee-for-service basis. Instead, what I do is charge them a monthly membership fee to join a private club that I've created for this purpose. And the members of the club are entitled to these additional activities, which the client and I then engage in as consenting adults."

I thought about this for a few moments, to make sure I understand the arrangement. I took notes as best I could on my laptop.

"So a woman, let's say, who joins this private club, is then entitled to services that a regular fee-for-service client would not get?"

"Correct," MC responded.

"But how do you determine how much to charge for the monthly fee?" I asked.

"Well, it's as much art as science, to be honest," she responded. "I discuss with the client what her interests are, what she is looking for, and how often she wishes to see me. As I said, I only offer this arrangement to clients who I have gotten to know and feel comfortable with, so I have a pretty good sense of what they desire. But we do talk about it so that I have some idea ahead of time. So once I have a sense of what she wants, I then set her monthly fee at a level that I feel is fair compensation for me for the services she wants and for the number of times she expects to see me."

"And once she's joined, you then have a session or sessions with her?"

"Right, and once we've agreed on this, and she's paid her monthly membership fee for the club, we're then just consenting adults who are getting together for some fun."

With this, she gave me a triumphant smile, as if she were the cat who swallowed the canary.

"And this is legal?" I asked.

"I wasn't the one who came up with the idea. Some other dommes that I know from around the country who have been in the business longer than I have came up with this scheme some years ago. And it's been well tested in the courts. When they first tried this out, two or three of them did get arrested by their local police for prostitution. But prosecutors, once they understood the specific arrangements, quickly dropped the charges because they realized there was no way they would have enough evidence to convince a judge or jury to convict. So once this trail was blazed, others of us in the business jumped on board with this model and it works."

I was furiously taking notes, trying to capture as much of this as possible. "And is this part of your business very lucrative?"

MC leaned forward again, as she had earlier, and once again put her hand on my knee. I felt the warmth of her touch once more as she said to me, "It certainly is my dear. Let's just say I live a very comfortable lifestyle, and don't have to put in many hours to enjoy it. And my overhead is relatively low - a room in my house, some soundproofing, some toys, and that's about it."

I now realized why her calling me "dear" made me feel a little comfortable. I realized that this was a term she used quite frequently with her sub in the first session I had observed earlier in that day. Was she purposely addressing me like one of her clients, I wondered?

I tried to shake this feeling off and pay attention as she continued to speak. "My clients, women especially, are willing to pay some hefty monthly membership fees. Some of these women are quite wealthy, and have the resources to pay."

I was quite aware that her hand was still on my knee as she continued her explanation.

"After all, if you were in their shoes, wouldn't you be willing to pay a lot more money for a session that brought you to orgasm?" As she asked this, I realized that she was staring into my eyes. I was somewhat mesmerized, staring back at her, not quite sure how to respond. As I looked, I realized she had beautiful, deep green eyes. Was this a rhetorical question, or was she attempting to probe my desires as if I were one of her clients?

I grew very flustered, and was sure I was blushing terribly. I somehow broke her gaze, and sat back a little further in the upholstered chair, in order to get her hand off my knee. She gave me a wry little smile, I'm sure very aware of the discomfort she inflicted on me.

I didn't answer her question, but instead just mumbled, "Well I'm sure they are willing to pay," and then quickly tried to come up with a question that would allow me to change the topic. I scanned the list of questions I had open on my laptop. I managed to find some innocuous questions about her background, what kinds of jobs she had held before becoming a domme, and the like. After about ten minutes on these questions, I was very relieved to see from the clock on my laptop that the hour we had set aside for the interview had transpired.

"Thank you very much for the time. I appreciate your candor and willingness to share this information with me. I believe we have one more interview scheduled for after my final observation, correct?"

"That's right," she replied, and with another smile she said, "I'll very much look forward to it."

I closed my laptop, put it in my briefcase, and stood up. MC rose as well; I was aware that even in her running shoes, she towered over me by at least six or seven inches. She reached out her hand, took mine in it, and said, "Please don't hesitate to ask me anything you want. I'm an open book to you."

I withdrew my hand and said, "Thank you." As I turned to walk toward the front door, I stumbled a bit on the throw rug in the room. MC reached out a hand and grabbed my arm to help steady me, helping me recover before I went down in a heap, briefcase and all.

"Here, let me help you," she said, as I tried to regain my composure and continue toward the door. She kept her hand on my arm, and I was again aware of the warmth of her skin. Then I felt her other hand on my lower back, as if to help guide me as well. It could have been a totally harmless and helpful move on her part, but I was very self-conscious and aware of what she was doing. As we walked through the broad entryway of her home, I felt her hand edge slowly down my back, so that by the time I got to the front door, it was placed more on my ass than on my back. As I turned to thank her once again before walking out the door, she smiled and said, "My pleasure."

**********

MC first took the vibrator and placed it lightly on the right breast of her client, right next to the nipple which was still clamped. As the vibrator made contact with her breast, I could see the sub's body react, jolting a bit off of the bed, as she pulled against her wrist restraints. MC continued to lightly run it around her breast, and then continued on the other one, mirroring what she had done to the first. It was clear to me that this session must have been part of the private club arrangement that MC had described to me a couple of days earlier. I thought to myself that if I had known that this kind of activity would be taking place, and had disclosed that to the IRB, there was no way they would have given me permission to conduct the research.

Much to my surprise, I saw her then turn the vibrator off. I thought to myself, "Is that all she's going to do with it?", but my question was quickly answered. She picked up the chain that connected to the two nipple clamps. She wrapped it once around the vibrator, and then lifted it up so that there was no longer any slack between the vibrator and the clamps. She then turned the vibrator back on, now much louder than it was before. I could tell that she must have turned it up close to or on the highest setting. I could see the vibrations being transmitted through the chain to both nipple clamps, clearly stimulating both of her nipples simultaneously.

Subject 1-03 began moaning, as she was clearly turned on by this action. MC continued this for a few minutes, every now and then lifting the vibrator higher, tugging even further at her nipples. She then turned the vibrator off, unwrapped the chain, from it, and dropped it back on to her sub's chest between her breasts.

MC then turned the vibrator back on one of the lower settings. She turned her body, and now faced toward her client's pussy. As she moved the vibrator toward it, I could see that her sub's juices were flowing quite fully from her pussy - even through my narrow vantage point, and from about six feet away, I could see them glistening on her pussy, and even a large wet spot between her legs on the sheet. There was no question the effect this was having on the sub.

The domme placed the vibrator lightly on the client's pussy, starting at the top, and began lightly stroking up and down first one of her outer labia and then the other. This elicited more moans, and her sub tried to lift her body, as if to gain more and stronger contact with the vibrator. But the restraints prevented her from moving very much, so try as she did, MC remained in control of just how much stimulation she would receive.

She leaned forward toward her sub's blindfolded head, and as she continued to rub the vibrator up and down the outside of her pussy, said to her in a low voice that I could just make out over the noise of the vibrator, "You're enjoying this, aren't you my pet? You may speak."
The woman immediately replied between her moans, "Oh god yes, Mistress Cecilia, it feels so good."

"What would you like me to do my dear?"

"Please ma'am, will you please put it in my pussy?"

Her mistress glanced at her for a moment before replying, as if she was contemplating the request. "Well, you've been a good sub so far, so maybe I'll give you a little of what you want."

She then turned back to look at her client's pussy, and I could see that she began to push the vibrator between her lips. With all the wetness that had accumulated there, it appeared to take little effort for her to insert it; it slipped right in, and in no time at all everything but the base, which MC continued to hold, had disappeared.

After about a couple of minutes of this, with MC pulling the vibrator out and pushing it back in, subject 1-03 had begun moaning much more loudly, and her head began shaking back and forth. She continued to try to raise her crotch toward the vibrator, but her domme continued to control just how much stimulation she received by pulling the vibrator in and out. Beads of sweat began breaking out all over her body, and I sensed that she was not far from orgasm. I could only imagine how she must feel, having had so much stimulation.

The dampness in my own pussy continued to increase as I observed this, and I had given up on taking notes at this point. I was curious to see just how the orgasm would play out across her body. My direct knowledge of other women's orgasms was limited to what I had seen in porn, and I knew that almost all of those were faked. I had never been one of those teens who experimented with sex with their friends, so had never seen another woman orgasming live like this.

Just as it appeared she was going to cross the threshold, MC withdrew the vibrator and put it down on her sub's stomach, still vibrating. Her moans turned into a giant groan as she was denied the release she quite clearly desired and needed.

"Please mistress, please let me cum," she begged.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you pet?"

"Oh yes, please, please."

"Well, let me see what I can do," MC replied.

She picked up the vibrator, and again repeated what she had done before, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. I was so aroused watching this, it was everything I could do not to put my own hand down my pants and touch myself. I had not anticipated this at all when I had started this research; I had assumed, as I had in my other projects, that I would be able to remain the detached, objective, unemotional observer, able to document what was happening without any problem. But this was clearly different, and I was quickly worried about how this was going to affect my research.

The domme repeated this two more times, bringing her sub to the brink of orgasm, and finally on the last time she relented and let her cum. She cried out in a loud scream, so loud that I appreciated the soundproofing that MC had earlier told me about. Juices leaked from her pussy, all over the vibrator, MC's hand, and the sheet, and I realized that she had ejaculated. I did my best to document what went on, but it was not easy to do so as distracted as I was by my own arousal. As this went on, MC turned and looked back directly at the spot from where I was watch