Letter from New Orleans

Dear Shoeblossom

I was once a nice girl, slightly bi-curious, but mostly straight and certainly a year ago I never thought I'd be the dominant fireball and in charge of a beautiful submissive but very wealthy bar owner.

It's fun having Moineau strip and kneel in front of her visiting adult siblings, she bites her full lip, those heavy breasts hanging and swelling as the guys sit around and make rude comments!

I guess Moineau wishes she hadn't confided in me, telling me about how awful her brothers were to her when she was a kid.

"Please, oh please don't make me do this, Blossom" Moineau begged the last time they visited, standing as she was in the middle of her ornate living room. She looks so classy in her expensive turtleneck and her leather pants.

I love it at Moineau's house. She has a humongous pool and watching her sit by the side with her big sunglasses on, sipping Cosmos that the maid brings her makes me feel evil.

Much of the time Moineau has to maintain the bar owner bravado, and since she owns many other properties on Bourbon Street, she must be savvy and tough in her business dealings, and be seen as such.

And thus, a certain amount of privacy is needed, but I can use and abuse her as much as I like within reason!

The first time I ordered my blonde, entitled princess to suck the housekeeper's cunt was truly amazing.

The housekeeper, Walnetta, had always hated my girlfriend, whose ex-husband had patented some gadget the Air Force just couldn't do without-and made them so rich!

Things started out between Moineau and I because I was a Bourbon Street barista hoping to break into the saloon business. Moineau needed extra help for her pub during Carnival.

Moineau's mother was a manager at her club, and I walked into the back office on my first day and caught Sagesse, Moineau's mom giving her daughter one vicious whipping.

It was a little strange. Moineau was wearing tight black jeans but had nothing on from the waist up and she was trying to hold one wrist with the other hand behind her back and jutting her tits out.

WHACK! THWACK! SNAP!

"I told you to order the napkins from Molinari Supplies, didn't I my disobedient daughter?"

CRACK! SWISH! WHACK!

Sagesse slashed Moineau's right tit and Moineau burst into tears.

"M-Mommy, Russell Molinari's company charges us too much, it's bad business."

"I like Russell, and if you want me to run this dump for you, you'd better listen-"

"Just because you're sleeping with Russell, Mother-"

WACK!

Sagesse used the short dog-whip to hit Moineau across the neck.

"Don't you sass me, you little whore. I'll sleep with whom I please. And how dare you suggest that I am biased in my orders by who I sleep with?"

WHACK! THWACK!

Suddenly Sagesse turned and noticed me.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Blossom. I said, somewhat irked. "I'm the new bartender. I hope you don't train all your help this way."

Sagesse snorted. She was in her mid forties, but hot in a kind of give-em-hell way. "Would that I could. No, I'm the general manager but this quivering pile of shit is my daughter, the owner."

I looked at Moineau. She was trying to cover her bruised breasts now, and Sagesse laughed.

"Oh, what's wrong Princess? You worried that the new hire will be awed by those miserable mosquito bites, those hanging bags of suet?"

Dana slashed Moineau once more with the whip.

"You are truly your father's daughter. His mother and sisters were as flat as goddamned boards."

This was ridiculous-Moineau had sizeable and lovely breasts, but her mother was on a roll.

And Moineau didn't take that comment well, and began weeping silently, as she struggled to keep her hands behind her back again.

"Get on your knees and welcome your new bartender by licking her boots, you shit-bag."

I stood back, a little bedazzled as Moineau gave me a searching look and I guess I didn't appear to be too reluctant, and indeed, she dropped to her knees and kissed and licked my Doc Martens until I gently stopped her, putting my hand on her bare shoulder.

And I got such a charge from that...she has such smooth vanilla skin, more the color of marble or porcelain.

At the time I was worried that Moineau was a little unbalanced and I thought it was terrible that her mother was taking advantage of her in such a cruel fashion.

I mean, Moineau is so demure, with her blonde hair in its pageboy cut, but I have also seen her doing corporate takeovers in the heart of New Orleans, and she can be ruthless and vicious.

True, her ex-husband's invention had given her quite a little nest egg, but she'd enlarged it on her own, and was fearsome in business circles.

But I didn't know any of that then. I just helped her off her knees and gave her snickering mother a death glare.

"If either of my folks spoke to me that way, or touched me with a whip like that, I'd kick their teeth in, filial piety be damned." I shouted at Sagesse. "I'm not coming to work in an environment like this."

But as Sagesse laughed harder and exited the back office, Moineau touched my arm shyly.

"Blossom, it's okay. My mother is actually quite devoted to me, and was really sweet until I introduced her to my bondage therapist. Now Mama understands that I need a firm hand sometimes."

I stared at this beautiful girl and of course my eyes kept wandering to her bruised nipples.

"I-I suppose I should get dressed." Moineau said, and I picked up her bra and her tee shirt and handed them to her.

I confess that I was kind of wet "down there" and as I walked out of the back room of the pub I tried to once again look daggers at Sagesse, who was examining some register tape.

But, Sagesse met my eyes and began laughing even harder so I had to let that go.

The first few weeks of the job went fairly well. I was going to Tulane part time and it was all terribly convenient. I think I might have just forgotten the episode between Moineau and her mom except that Moineau somehow got me to sit on the chair in the back office and let her lick under my skirt.

It was partially my fault. I mean, I really like to keep my relationships professional but...

Moineau was beautiful and I watched her constantly. And I'm afraid she noticed this. She'd be laughing with customers or arguing with a distributor and then she'd look up and see me staring as I wiped a glass and she'd give me a significant look back.

After the first time she dragged me in the back office to munch my carpet it became a regular thing, but I kept asking her, when could I reciprocate? I was more than willing to give her a lick or two.

Sure, I preferred getting to giving, but I didn't want to lose the affections of this beautiful honey blonde because she might perceive me as selfish, right?

"I just want to please you, to serve you." Moineau said shamefacedly one night. She explained that this gave her great comfort and if I liked, I could watch her masturbate afterwards.

I was astonished at all this. In addition to going down on me for hours (In the first month after all this started I had about three UTI infections) Moineau also gave me long massages and made me lots of great food.

But she began bringing me back to the house and burrowing between my legs, and sometimes we'd go to my little place, and she'd insist on "straightening up" and filling my fridge with her own purchases.

And then she'd serve me...with her tongue.

And afterwards, all she wanted was to make me coffee and have me watch her kneel naked on the floor and diddle herself.

Sometimes I'd be feeling naughty and I'd play "Red-light, Green-light" with her, getting her to stop and start frigging herself till she was terribly frustrated.

And Moineau even taught me a game, later on, called "Simone Says" where I'd give her orders and if I didn't say "Simone Says" and she touched herself, I could give her a spanking!

But that was later on...

The definining time in our relationship, when Moineau became quite obviously submissive to me was one night when I was in a mood, or not up to orgasming? I don't know. She was unable to bring me to cum, and I don't think it was her fault.

I was in kind of a pissy mood, my tips had been crappy that day, and then Moineau went, quietly "Well, if I can't make you cum, maybe I shouldn't cum either."

"Well fuck" I said boredly, "I never make you cum anyway, so that one's up to you."

"No, I mean, if I couldn't get you off, maybe I shouldn't be allowed to touch myself tonight.."

We were in her big house in her ornate bedroom and I thought of arguing it out further, point out it wasn't her fault, and after all she would just toy with herself if she wanted to while I watched lazily...

But I was irritable, and I said, "Damn right, don't touch yourself. Go make me some fajitas."

After I was served in bed, and ate, and Moineau gave me yet another massage, Moineau asked me if I would do her a favor.

"Oh anything, hon." I was feeling very generous.

"I want you to spend the night in my nice, luxurious bed, I know you have been nervous because we aren't in a committed relationship."

"Oh, um, okay." But I saw nervousness and doubt in those beautiful eyes.

"Since I failed to please you tonight, Miss Blossom, I will stay on the hard floor as a sort of self-punishment for my oral laziness, but I'm afraid I might try to sneak a self-stroking during the night."

"Sneak a self-stroking...sounds like my brother's speech therapy exercise, 'Sally Sells Sea Shells By the Sea Shore.' But go on, Moineau."

"Well, since I don't want to touch myself without permission, I was wondering if you would use these police handcuffs to lock my hands behind my head? I can lay on my hands as a pillow, but I won't get satisfaction."

"Uh, right..."

"I could move my butt over and rub my clit against the bedpost, but I'll try to stay honest, but if you want, you can cuff my ankles too-"

Whatever...I cuffed her hands and she lay down on her back, and I toyed with the nipple of her full right breast and she moaned.

"Well, I'm beat, and I gotta be up early to go jogging tomorrow before work starts...see you in the morning, Moineau. Don't get too horny."

"Yes, ma'am."

What did she say?