Book-4 of the Physicist Dominatrix series has our intrepid protagonist working both as a scientist and as a BDSM practitioner seeing to the specialist needs of other scientists. I’ve got it mostly written and how it connects to the soon to be released Book-3 .
Here, she is being asked how she’s achieved such a remarkable turn around in the people she’s sessioned. The general has no idea what’s been done but he is suspicious based on information from the base psych doctor ‘Josh’.
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“Josh said you play act better than anyone he’s ever seen. Now me, I’ve been thinking something. If I bring in my own team of MPs and we tear this base apart. What are we going to find then Doctor Swift? Will there be any surprises?”
That did it. She turned off the sob story look instantly. She put on the superior look as the inner dominatrix unfurled her claws. She lifted her head up then smiled sharply, the kind of smile that held no warmth and was designed to intimidate. “So general,” she said then stopped for a moment, taking control of the conversation.
“In my estimation, in two months time their productivity will decline. Give it six months then James and Vanessa will be twitchy. In twelve months James will be screaming at the walls and Vanessa will be bouncing off them. That is if they don’t suicide or do something there is no coming back from. Send them to St. Claire and you can expect a few months reprieve at best. It failed before, you repeat failing strategies?”
General Moore sat looking at her, knowing there was more to come. He looked owlishly at her, at the sudden transformation. “Young Josh did get some things right then,” he said. “Remarkable.” The change in her was extreme. Gone was the passive shy scientist.
She wasn’t finished, he’d not felt the hot breath on his neck, not suffered under the lash of the dominatrix. “You make it difficult for me and when that day comes, as it will,” she put her foot out, showed him her toes, wiggled them, “You will crawl on your knees and kiss my toes, individually, before I work my magic. Oh. And a written apology with three boxes of Lindt chocolate.” She said it quietly, held up three fingers, and gave it her best Mistress threat voice.
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I find Mistress Tish a lot of fun to write for.
‘Trikki