Skin Deep — L.A. Kennedy

I was a lot like the average woman. I lived alone in a small city apartment, and had worked every day of my life, for everything I had. I wasn't the type to take a handout, or bitch about the tribulations of life. No one is dealt a flawless hand and I understood that perfectly, I'd take that shitty hand and work it into a life. I volunteered, had a public library card, and stopped to pet little puppies. I was the typical single woman, right down to my little black cat. You'd never think “Sweet Elle Morgan” had a darker side, but I did, and it was delicious. I worked nine to five, seven days a week. Only my shifts started when the rest of the city was shutting down for the night. A typical work night for me involved latex, floggers, hand cuffs, and safe words. I was a Domme, and a trainer. I specialized in training the perfect submissive, and I was exacting and strict. I lived by a set of rules, no one broke these rules or I would cut them off at the knees. I was the boss and the only boss. I made all of the decisions, following a contract between myself and trainees. I was by referral only, and never broke my own rules, not for anyone. I was just as harsh away from the lifestyle as I was in it, I didn't bend for anyone, no matter how unbelievably attractive they were. After all, beauty was only skin deep.