Bondage Ranch 6: Taming the Mistress

Sindra van Yssel

A veteran dominatrix, Mistress Sue goes to Bondage Ranch fresh on the heels of a break-up with a male submissive looking for another to pass the weekend with. She sees old flames and friends who have found partners. Subs offer the...
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A veteran dominatrix, Mistress Sue goes to Bondage Ranch fresh on the heels of a break-up with a male submissive looking for another to pass the weekend with. She sees old flames and friends who have found partners. Subs offer their services, but she also catches the eye of Dane Kilmer, a different kind of Dom.

Dane isn’t into the latex and leather trappings of BDSM, and he’d rather make love under the stars than in a dungeon, but he’s undeniably an alpha male. For both of them, the other represents a different kind of lover than they’ve experienced. As Sue is drawn to Dane’s tent near the primal bonfire, Dane experiences a tug back. The battle for dominance threatens to drive them apart, and so does Sue’s pride as she decides whether she is ready to kneel to a man after many years on top.

Excerpt
The fire raged, its light illuminating the clearing. Around it, men and women danced, some clothed, some naked. At its edges, couples embraced, wrestled, and made love. On a bamboo X-frame, a woman was being flogged. Her screams provided a soprano counterpoint to the steady bass of a trio of drummers. A pile of mostly naked bodies created the greatest possible amount of skin to skin contact for the participants in a giant group cuddle pile.

Dane sat at the edge, cross-legged, waiting. He doubted Sue would show. Approaching her had been impetuous at best, but he liked to follow his gut, especially at fetish events. Was I following my gut or my cock? The curvy little domme had been mouthwatering, with her breasts pushed up by the bustier and a sexy glimpse of thigh. She would be even more lovely out of it.

The hug had moved him to action. The tender caring of it touched him. He didn’t know the man she had hugged, but Dane had noticed him as someone whose sadness hung around him like a cloud. Sue could easily have been haughty, dismissive, every inch the domme. She had chosen instead to be human. He’d wanted to catch her before the mask went back up and she’d settled into role on her throne.

He wouldn’t have minded pushing her skirt up and fucking her on it either.

For some, BDSM was all about rules and control. It gave sex a structure and defined who did what to whom and how and who got to decide when it all happened. For him, it was about passion, about getting in touch with something more basic and less artificial than the system of the political world he spent most of his time in.

He watched, his eyes flickering between the flame and the people around him. A naked buxom blonde named Desi dragged a thin man from the dance toward the shadows near Dane. She pulled his pants down, slid a condom over his cock, and stuffed it into her mouth. Dane knew from experience the man was in for a good time. Desi was both skilled and enthusiastic, thoroughly in touch with her inner self. I could have had that. Instead I’m waiting for a girl who I know won’t show. It didn’t make sense, but he felt he’d made the right choice. He let himself watch Desi for a few moments, enjoying the pleasure she was getting and receiving. Desi scraped the man’s back with her long fingernails as she swallowed more of his length. There was a fierce beauty to it.

The man arched his back, screaming into the night as he came.

“Watching?” asked a voice above him.

He looked up. Sue stood there, her brown eyes flashing and her long, straight black hair showing reddish highlights in the light of the fire, incongruously still dressed as she had been. He had no idea how she’d gotten to the bonfire in those boots. There was a trace of the sand and ash from around the fire on the patent leather, but no evidence of mud from the trail. He could smell bug spray on her, and something sweeter underneath that reminded him of lilacs.

“Yes, I was.” He saw no reason to deny it. People paid good money to watch less skillful blowjobs on film, and he had a ringside seat, live, for free. Why wouldn’t he watch?

He thought about standing up. He could either look up or look down. He decided to show Sue he didn’t need to tower over her and stayed where he was.

She glanced over at Desi and the man. “I hope he returns the favor.”

“Do all favors need to be returned, all books balanced?”

“Not when you put it that way.”

“So I’m curious. How did you get here in those shoes?”

Sue grinned. “I have a big, strong friend who likes to perform nonsexual service.”

“He carried you?”

“I suppose that debt won’t be paid either. He picked me up and lifted me over the muddy spots. I like to believe he enjoyed it.”

The thought of Sue cradled in his arms flashed through Dane’s mind. “I imagine he did. Want to sit?”

“You want eyes at a level now, do you?”

“I could always stand.” Dane glanced around. “Is your ride still here?”

“No, he went back.”

“How are you getting back, then?”

“I hadn’t thought it out. Worst case, though, I could take off my boots and walk. I’m not fragile. This was just easier.”

“I didn’t think you were fragile. Although that’s part of the illusion, isn’t it? Strong-willed woman, leather-armored, but oh so delicate? Sitting or standing?”

Sue looked down at the sandy, ashy ground and nodded to indicate it. “Not very good for the leather, I suspect.”

Dane grinned. “You could take it off. You’d blend in more.” He tilted his head toward the bonfire, where more than half the people were naked.

“No.”

“I could take it off you.”

“No.” But for a moment, Sue look tempted.

Her look encouraged him. “Only one other solution, then.” He reached up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down onto his lap. “Have to find you something to sit on.”

Sue shrieked, as he expected. She tried to pull away. He held her fast. “You’re going to mess your clothes if you keep that up,” he warned.

“Bastard.”

“Heh. True enough. But my parents did get married a year later.”

Sue stared at him, shocked for a moment into stopping her struggles. “I didn’t mean--”

“Of course you didn’t. They loved each other, and plenty of people can’t say that. Now then, did you wish to continue pretending you don’t want to be in my lap?” Her squirming made his cock stir, and it wouldn’t be long until he was hard if she kept it up. Which might offend or flatter her. But she could use any of a number of words--red, or “safe word” were universally understood in the community--and he would stop. Sue was an experienced player. She knew that.

Sue paused for a moment, her brow knitted in thought. “You’re incredibly arrogant, you know?”

“Maybe. I’m who I am. You, well, there’s something about you that you keep hidden away. What is it, Sue? Are you willing to find out?”

“This is who I am.” Sue met his gaze, and this time she didn’t turn away. “I have a good job and vanilla friends, but I never feel as much completely me as I do when I’m here. Dressed up. With a man at my feet.” She gave him an evil grin. “With him begging. Giving me the power to decide whether or not he gets an orgasm while I have all I want. Are you man enough for that?”

He wondered what she did for a living, but he didn’t want to get distracted. By implication, she wasn’t a full-time professional dominatrix at least. “Are you able to have an orgasm without rules?”

She blinked.

“It’s a serious question.” He adjusted her on his lap, so if he got any harder she wouldn’t notice instantly. He had a great view down her top, and it was hard to keep his concentration. “When was the last time?”

“That,” she said at last, “is a very impertinent question.”

“I ask lots of those.”

“So, what, you want to have vanilla sex with me? Why are you here?”

“A question with a question. A woman after my own heart. There isn’t much vanilla about me, and I’m here for the same reason you are, in a broad way. Escape. Intensity. Stripping away all the pretense of the real world and unleashing the parts of us we keep locked away.”

“Pretty words.”

“I like to think so.”

“But can you back them up?” Sue tilted her head at him, smirking.

“I can. You like giving pain?”

A moment of hesitation crossed her face, and he suspected she might be lying when she broadened her smirk and said, “Oh yes.” Maybe not lying. But only revealing a facet, as he said before.

“Well then. I’ll make a deal. I noticed you have sharp fingernails. I will give consent for you to use them on me if...”

The look of curiosity on her face made him think he had her hooked. “If what?”

“If I get to kiss you in the meantime.”

Sue wrapped her arms around him and tapped his back with her nails. “You’re sure?”

That was answer enough for him. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Her lips parted, and he deepened the kiss. Immediately she dug her nails into his back and scraped down, sending pain shooting through him. She didn’t mess around, and for a moment, he thought she might be drawing blood.

He pulled her close, feeling her breasts against his bare chest where they were pushed up by the bustier. He cupped her ass. Maybe he shouldn’t have. She could hardly use a safe word while lip-locked. He loosened his grip on the back of her head for a moment, in case she needed to speak.

Instead, she dug a few more lines into his back. She was fierce, exactly the way he liked women. He didn’t usually go after dommes, but he wanted someone with some fight in her, and Sue had plenty.

She shifted her leg so she was straddling him, her crotch against his knee. His cock ached, but he wasn’t going to make it the center of attention. She liked to control orgasms? Well, he refused to play, seeking her pleasure by choice, no matter how much his dick thought otherwise.

He bunched up her skirt in the back. It was so short even a little tug was enough to pull it away, so his knee felt the soft silk of her panties instead of leather. And her panties were very wet. He pulled her hair back, breaking the kiss for a moment, even as she traced more fire between his shoulders. “You like this.”

“You’re not just kissing.”

“No, I’m not. Is that little scratching the best you have, girl? Because I’m going to get bored and rip your clothes off if you don’t try harder.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He grinned.

“Never mind.” She grinned back, reached under his kilt, and grabbed his cock in her small hand.

“That’s not within our rules, either,” he said. He didn’t really object. Her hand was cool and wonderful.

“Oh yes it is.” She must have bent her fingers, because instead of a nice, smooth masturbating stroke, her nails made a line of pain on his cock, all the way from the base to the sensitive head.

“Fucking hell.” He pushed her off him, sending her sprawling on the soft sand. She lost her grip, or God knows what those nails might have done to his privates. In a moment, he was on her, protecting himself by pressing his cock against her hip bone and nudging his leg against her pussy. He pulled the cups of the bustier down, exposing small but beautiful round breasts, topped by bunched pink nipples.

“Kissing,” he said, and fiercely sucked one of her hard peaks.

“Scratching,” she replied, and scraped her nails across his cheek.

Copyright © Sindra van Yssel

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5 stars = I freaking LOVED this book Review by asgoodrich
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I was a bit apprehensive to read Taming the Mistress, but not for the reason you might think. While it is true that I haven’t read the previous books in the series, this book is written as a stand-alone and posed no problem reading it as such. No, my issues is that prior to starting this, I read Cherise Sinclair’s latest book; honestly, how can another BDSM book compare with the Shadowlands? Well, you do it by being creating characters that are not your normal Dom and Domme and you let them loose on one another. This is exactly what Ms. van Yssel has done with Sue and Dane and boy howdy does it work.

We first meet Sue when she enters the dungeon of the Bondage Ranch. Within a few pages it is rather obvious that she no longer finds pleasure in her role but has no idea what change needs to be made so that she is no longer “going through the motions.” Unfortunately for Mistress Sue, the only unattached male that catches her eye is an obvious Dom and as she does not submit, she knows nothing is going to happen no matter how much he turns her on. When he approaches her and makes an offer for the evening, she turns it down as expected. Thankfully her hormones and curiosity get the better of her and she finds herself joining him at the bonfire. What follows is one of the most primal and sexually aggressive scenes I have read (outside of paranormal erotica) as the two fought for sexual dominance and it flipped my switch. But once dominance is established, the sexual energy varies between seductively soft and no-holding-back rough and demonstrates how well matched the two are sexually.

While Taming the Mistress obviously centers around BDSM and there are plenty of hot sex scenes, there is a lot of story going on at the same time. Sue is dealing with a major betrayal and questioning her sexual identity. Dane is dealing with the fact that he is attracted to a Domme but has no intention of being the one to submit and, at the same time, dealing with feelings of possession that go beyond just the weekend. Getting to witness the hurdles they must overcome to develop a relationship and decide whether they actually want one outside of the Bondage Ranch made Taming the Mistress an extremely enjoyable read for me. Dane’s character alone earns this book a spot on my re-read list and 5-stars. As I enjoyed the author’s writing style, Ms. van Yssel has been added to my watch list.

I received a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for an honest review.
Reviewed by Angela at Crystal's Many Reviewers!
(Posted on 8/17/2014)

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