Nymphonic Symphony

The off centered ceiling fan gave the room an odd feeling… as if someone hadn’t bothered to measure or plan… but there was a slightly sinister purpose. In the near end of the room, she could sit, comfortably, from her point of observation. The fan ensuring relief from anything stagnant. The room itself had only one entry point, which sat squarely behind her. The lack of windows made it seem as if she was staring into a void as the far end was cloaked in darkness… only a faint muffled whimper could be heard..

The far end… or as she called it, the chapel, was stagnant… it was hot and sticky and made anyone who came to pray in the chapel become covered in a slick sheen. Visitors to the chapel came for this… discomfort. They came for the opportunity to see god through her work. They came to worship at her altar and hope they were worthy of her service.

Nymph glanced down at her phone to check the timer. Five minutes had elapsed… time to switch. She rose from her chair and flipped on the chapel lights. The sting of the fluorescent bulbs shocked the worshiper even though they had a blindfold on. Nymph surveyed her work…

She walked around the large Saint Andrew’s cross, dragging her finger along the structure. She picked up her finger and inspected the pad, thinking to herself it needed a good cleaning. The man secured to the cross was a rather important person in town, but he trusted Nymph’s discretion… its why they all sought her out. She was the best.

Nymph had the ability to sense what people needed… wanted… craved. And she provided them with it. Whether it was this man’s desire to be bound and endlessly teased, to another’s desire to be spanked and called a “good boy.”

Nymph circled around and took stock of her current worshiper. There was a large wand vibrator tied to his cute little cock and an inflatable plug in his backdoor that was fully inflated. He was trying to speak but the ball gag was keeping her from having to listen to his incessant ramblings. Nymph learned after the first few sessions that a ball gag was necessary, otherwise she would get wicked headaches.

As his time was coming to an end, Nymph moved the wand off his shaft. She always gave them time to calm down before they were released. She found it helped her to keep control and them from getting any “interesting” ideas. She had learned that the hard way…

She deflated the plug and warned him before sliding it out. She saw him lurch forward and heard a drip on the floor. He had just let out a large drop of cum.

“You dripped on my floor… you know the rules.” Nymph heard only muffled pleas. She had forgotten about the ball gag. Not wanting to seem indecisive, she grabbed her flog and gave him a light but crisp swat on his upper thighs. She felt a little bad that he wasn’t able to correct his mistake… but not enough to stop her.

She untethered him from the cross but, as instructed, kept his eye mask in place. As per the rules, no one saw Nymph. They came, placed the mask over their eyes, and were led into the room. After completing, they were led out, left alone, removed the mask and left. She kept her anonymity and she kept their secrets.

Of course she knew all of them. A city council member, local preacher, principal (that one disturbed her), prominent business owners, and community leaders. All of them seeking the same thing… a brief release of pressure from their lives. The release of responsibility. A taste of hypocrisy. Unspeakable pleasures.

For Nymph… it was just a way to make money. She really didn’t take pleasure from this. She could play the Dominant Mommy… the Sadistic Mistress… the Boss Bitch… all of it. What her clients wanted, she could do. But it wasn’t what she craved. She wanted her person.

Nymph had always been a dominant force. She could command a room upon entry. Her personality filling the space with people flocking to her because she was genuine, real, and unashamedly herself. She loved the connections she was able to make, quickly weeding out those who weren’t genuine and connecting with those who were. She read people quickly, dissected their intentions, and dropped those who weren’t worthy.

She dreamed of having a man who would challenge her intellectually, spiritually, and physically. Despite her small stature, she wasn’t going to be dominated by some man though, in fact she was nothing but a Top. Directing the situation to inflict the maximum amount of pleasure on her partners and, in turn, taking pleasure in that. But, where every man fell short, was matching her physical abilities. Nymph… as the name suggested… was seemingly insatiable.

Over the years, Nymph had found many men who had made grandiose claims that they could ‘make her tap’, dominate her, even ‘fix’ her… but they were all the same. Not strong enough, not enough stamina, not enough drive, not enough power. It would take a MAN to actually own her… and she hadn’t met one… yet.

As the weeks went by, she stayed with her normal group of worshipers, each of which had their specific kinks and fetishes. She catered to them all; bondage, cock torture, mommy fantasies, pegging (her personal favorite), word play, denial, etc. There weren’t many things she said no to, but everyone has their limits.

One day, she received a notification in the app she used for worship appointments. It was a new requestor. She hadn’t had anyone new in a while so she had to remind herself of the protocol. New worshipers had to submit a photo, background information, and submit an escrow payment. The payment was to ensure their behavior. If they followed the rules, the escrow was returned after the sixth session or if they chose to leave before that. But ANY rules broken and those funds are lost to her.

Nymph sent the requestor the information and went about her day. She heard the ping from her phone and saw the returned documents. She looked at his photo first and felt a slight catch in her throat… he was gorgeous.

Loose red curls on his head cascaded down covering some of his face. His jawline looked as though it had been carved by Italian masters. He was wearing a white t-shirt, but she could see the tone of his muscles through the tight shirt. She felt a buzz run through her body. She might actually enjoy this one..

Lennox Douglas. Age 45… Lived in the area… Originally from Scotland... Works in finance… Divorced five years… Kinks dominant woman. Ok, no issues there. She ran his name through the State’s criminal court record and found no entries for him. Check number two. She also saw an attached screenshot of the escrow being sent to her cashapp. Perfect, check three. She jumped into cashapp and saw the funds.

Nymph sent a response and scheduled him for the next day. She was a bit unsure about his very unspecific kink… What does that mean… does he want me to be mean? Does he want to be a good boy? Ugh.. MORE SPECIFICS PEOPLE!

Lennox arrived on time, entering in the rear door as instructed. She could see him on the camera reading the rule list she leaves for everyone. He put the mask on and sat on the chair. Nymph had dressed especially well for his first session. Despite knowing they can’t see her, she always felt more in control if she felt sexy. She was wearing a pair of fishnet stockings that came half way up her thigh, a plaid mini skirt and a black lace bra that showed off her perfect full tits. Her hair, always a challenge for her, was on point, and she was ready to make this man her little bitch.

She entered the back room to grab him and stopped in her tracks. He was enormous. Easily 6’4 and 300 lbs. Like his face, his body appeared to have been cut from stone. He wore a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. A pair of tight dark shorts and boat shoes. His muscles rippling up his arms as his fingers flexed. She noticed his very toned legs, leading up to a tight ass and what she assumed was a broad sexy back. Fuck this man was gorgeous. She felt herself getting aroused knowing she was going to be playing with him.

Nymph led him into the room and sat him in her worship chair. A wooden chair with a hole cut in the seat. She secured his wrists and ankles to the chair and made sure he wasn’t going anywhere. The chair was secured to the floor, so even if he wanted to… he was stuck.

Nymph hadn’t said a word yet… she was just drinking this man in. She wanted to touch him… drag her fingers through his hair… run her fingers over his muscular frame… grab his…

She took a breath… this is business… get a grip.

Nymph started…

“Why are you here?”

“I am not sure.” His thick accent melted her and caused her pussy to flood. She always had a weakness… Fuck this is going to be difficult; she thought to herself. Stay focused…

“You don’t know? How can I help you worship if you don’t know?

“I’ve come to let go… to be free… to forget.”

“Forget what?”

“My past.”

“I see…”

Nymph understood this all too well.

Lennox’s requests were fairly simple… some flogging… degrading statements… being called a good boy after hearing the right answers… Simple.. But she could feel that he wanted more… wanted to let go… to experience more…

Their time was up. She released him from the chair and led him to the exit… Usually, Nymph would say nothing… but she had an urge.

“Before your next visit to this chapel… you need to decide what you want from this place… There is no satisfaction for you if you are afraid to admit what you want.”

Before he could answer, she pushed him through the opening and closed the door. She placed her back on the door… get a fucking grip. But quickly her mind drifted… she thought about this man… feeling his hands on her large breasts, kneading them… on her ass… his thick tongue prying her folds open and devouring her essence.

She realized she was touching herself. She left the chapel and dove into her bedroom. Grabbing her favorite vibrator she sought relief, release, and fantasy. She imagined him between her thighs, guiding him at her pleasure by grabbing fistfuls of his hair. Denying him when he tried to take more than she offered.

She wanted to own this man… but her rules were there for a reason. She’d been hurt before.

The weeks went by. After every session with him she would run to her room and pleasure herself. The fantasies grew more and more vivid. She wanted Lennox to be hers. Not because he paid to be there, but because he wanted her. It became every worse after the third session when she first touched his cock…

It was perfect. Eight inches and thick… every girl’s dream. She had played with it the entire session. Bringing him to the brink then backing off. Collecting all the dripping cum and feeding it to him. Her panties were soaked 5 minutes into the session. She was falling for this man.

Things continued as they do. One evening, she was out walking her dogs and stopped in to see a friend at work. As they were chatting someone else walked in behind her but Nymph paid them no attention. However, her dogs had other ideas. They leapt at the stranger. She quickly said, “don’t worry, their good boys.”

She turned and looked up… it was Lennox.

She knew he didn’t know what she looked like, but he was staring directly into her eyes… he knew. He had heard “good boy” so many times over the past weeks that he would have recognized that voice in a room full of sound.” A smile grew on his face…

Flustered, Nymph retreated and abruptly left the store. She went home and began to pace…

This isn’t something that had happened before… inside the chapel, yes… but outside? FUCK.

She decided it would be ok… She had things in place for when shit happened… if shit happened… she was safe.

The next session, Lennox acted as normal. She ended up edging him (per his request) and denying his release. She became more and more bold as the session went on and, just as he escaped through the last ditch effort of his body to ejaculate, she whispered in his ear “good fucking boy.”

She heard Lennox growl…

The session ended and she began to release him from the Saint Andrews Cross. He stepped down from the platform and as she led him out, she felt him stop. She turned and he had taken the blindfold off.

She pulled away and instinctively ran to the panic button on the wall, but Lennox didn’t move. He didn’t advance. He just stood… tall and confident.

She relaxed slightly, but her mind went back to the night she was attacked… so much pain… so much blood… so many scars… She shook the memory from her mind…

“Lennox… you are violating the rules… the rules you agreed to.”

“Mistress… I have come here for the past months because I thought I was seeking answers. I thought I was seeking a solution… but… I think I was actually just seeking you…”

Nymph was frozen… her mind was keeping at the button… but her body was betraying her… she wanted him to advance… to crush her with his power… to take her… to have her…

Lennox continued, “seeing you in the store confirmed it… that wasn’t just a chance encounter… it was fate pushing me to you…”

He stepped forward…

“Don’t deny that you want me… I can smell your arousal every session… do you feel that way for everyone?”

She stayed silent…

Another step forward

“I can feel the desire when you stroke me… do you feel that for everyone?”

Silence

Another step forward

“Tell me I’m wrong… tell me I’m imagining things… tell me you don’t want me…”

Silence

The final step

“Get on your knees.”

Nymph snapped out of her trance… She was not a submissive woman… she was not going to be told what to do…

“Excuse me… not sure who you…”

“NOW.”

The low growl in his voice caught her off guard… she stared daggers into his eyes however was met with an icy stare that could have quenched a wildfire. For the first time, perhaps ever… she dropped to her knees because a man told her to…

She dropped to her knees and he removed his shorts. She would finally get to feel this man… every fantasy could come true… every hidden desire… urge of lust… she just hoped he could keep up.

She took him in and her mind exploded. He worked her mouth and throat like a greek god. Always the right depth, the right speed, and the right pause… it was as if he had read the instruction manual to her.

He pulled himself out of her and she heard herself whimper.

“Stand up…. Turn around.” She obeyed every command… her mind still fighting… but her body was in control.

He led her over to the Cross and had her face it. She knew she wasn’t going to let him bind her there, but he had other ideas. He stopped her just in front of it and pushed her shoulders forward. She leaned over, hands on the cross. He got behind her and shoved his face between her thighs from behind…

Moans poured from her mouth… she shoved her body back against him. Letting his long tongue unravel her lips and pull her cream from within. He put his hands on her cheeks and pushed forward slightly… “Good little nymph.” She shuddered…

He didn’t know her name… he hadn’t told him.. Hadn’t told anyone. Her pseudonym wasn’t used in that room… He just knew her.

His tongue left her folds and found her clit. He licked and sucked until he had problems keeping his tongue in place as she was moving around too much… THe last time he connected, she came.

His face was flooded with her juice, but he kept going… her knees shook… he kept going… she screamed… he kept going…. He kept going….

Just before she collapsed, he grabbed her and picked her up. Her hair, stuck to her face from perspiration, was brushed aside.

“Tell me where a bed is. Now.”

There was no back and forth… no argument… no denial…

“Through that door… right into my bedroom.”

He carried her through the doorway, tossed her on the bed, and removed the rest of his clothing.

“Here, now.” he pointed to the ground next to him…

She wanted to stand her ground… wanted to at least be a brat… she said “no.”

His face hardened for a moment… then settled…

“I thought you liked being my good little nymph… Was I wrong? A good little nymph gets praised and rewarded… but a bad little nymph will be punished.”

Nymph stood her ground… she would not be talked to like that… she was in control… She was a professional Dominatrix for fuck’s sake… This man was out of his mind…

She came at him yelling about how she was not anyone’s little anything. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and placed it high on her neck. Pushing her backwards firmly until she was standing tippy toes with her back against the wall… Their eyes met… that icy stare showed a burning passion behind it. She felt his power though those eyes. Despite its seemingly cold nature… she melted. Eventually, he spoke.

“You may not be someone’s little “anything,” but you will be mine. Do you understand?”

Now her mind betrayed her… “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He released her… “get on the bed.”

She scampered onto the bed. He was right behind her. As she rolled onto her back, he was already closing the distance. Their first kiss was an eruption of passion. Their tongues fought each other for domination, their hands exploring every aspect of the other’s forms, desperate for the connection to never end.

He guided his rigid member between her legs and without pause entered her. She was so tight, but no match for his drive. She screamed out in pleasure. The situation was too much… the passion just right… the mind fuck… his cock… all just perfect. She came. But he didn’t stop.

Their sexual dance lasted all night. Multiple orgasms for each, breaks in between to talk about life and love and philosophy, eventually… she had to put a stop to it… she had to tap… It was too much. But they both knew two things… a bond was formed… and a career was over.

The next morning, Lennox and Nymph woke, sore and slightly dirty. They showered and laughed over a morning coffee. Nymph knew she would need to leave, if nothing else to get to her actual job. Lennox sensed something in her that needed to come out.

“Tell me… I know there is something… just tell me.”

His Scottish accent just made her swoon…

“I’m worried that once outside these walls, this will end… that the passion last night was from your session and not because you want me… I am not the Mistress… but I am also not the submissive girl from last night… You need to know that and accept that.”

“I’m well aware of who you are not, Nymph… I am more concerned with getting to know who you are. And yes, we will need to exist outside of these walls… and outside the walls of your secret room… but we get to do that together. If you want to do that with me.”

“If nothing else.. I want to try.

Lennox and Nymph shut down the chapel… at least for visitors from the outside. They turned the outer room into an extra closet since it shared a wall with Nymph’s room. The chapel itself… that became their palace of worship. New items would grace its space every now and then as they explored each other more and more. Neither of them staking their claim as the dominant force… just a loving partnership.