Ruby by Heather Burnside (sight word books .TXT) 📕

tears gushed from her eyes. She sank down onto the cold bathroom floor, weeping bitterly for the girl she once was. In that moment she realised that she would never again be that girl. Her life had been changed irrevocably by one callous act.

Eventually Trina exhausted herself, and she could cry no more. But she didn’t want any more tears. What good would they do? She promised herself that it was the last time she would cry about the scar; now she just had to accept it. But her overwhelming feeling of bitterness and resentment against those responsible would never go away; just like the scar.

Trina detested Kyle Gallagher and his friends for what they had done to her, but her anger wasn’t just directed at them. She resented her parents too; her father for not being there to protect her, and her mother for failing to do so.

16

November 2006

Ruby checked her appearance in the full-length mirror. She had been putting in extra hours at the gym knowing that the rubber catsuit she had chosen for her role as dominatrix was very unforgiving. As she caught sight of her reflection, she felt a sense of satisfaction. The outfit worked perfectly, hugging her toned body, and the black rubber with accompanying cat eye mask also emphasised her role.

As she patted down her hair and adjusted the mask, she felt a flutter in her chest. Her first client was due in five minutes and, although she knew him, she couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. What if she couldn’t pull it off and the clients were dissatisfied?

Ruby quickly swallowed down her nerves, telling herself that if it didn’t work out then she’d just have to go back to what she was doing before. She still had her old clients anyway and knew that it would take some time till she built up her reputation as a dominatrix and the new clients joined her.

Ruby heard the sound of the doorbell then the patter of Tiffany’s footsteps as she went to answer it.

‘Yes, come in. She’s ready for you,’ she heard Tiffany say.

Ruby took a deep breath and braced herself as she saw the doorknob turn and Tiffany led her client into the room then smiled and left them alone.

‘Hi Ruby,’ said Victor, an older man who had been visiting Ruby for the past few months.

Victor was a very ordinary looking man. Small and balding, he had a habit of talking too much and loudly, and Ruby guessed that he must have been lonely. He’d previously told her about his visits to other dominatrices and had hinted at receiving the same services from her.

At the time she had instinctively turned it down and, at first, she’d been surprised when he continued to visit her. But then she surmised that, like a lot of clients, he had his favourite girls that he continued to visit regularly. But it didn’t stop him hinting again almost every time he visited her with an obsequiousness that she found pitiful. Maybe it was her natural dominance that he found appealing.

When Ruby had told Victor about her new line of work he was delighted. His excitement was palpable and Ruby had laughed about it afterwards with Tiffany, telling her that she had almost expected him to start frothing at the mouth. He’d become so exhilarated as she talked him through her various services, and he’d given his enthusiastic input as to what he would like to happen.

Now, as he walked through the door of Ruby’s Dungeon, he had the same excited expression on his face. His look of eagerness made Ruby feel empowered and her nervousness rapidly disappeared.

‘It’s Mistress Ruby!’ she said, in response to his greeting. Her tone was stern as she cracked the whip she was holding, and she was rewarded with his expression of nervous glee. ‘Get over there and take your clothes off. Then wait until I summon you.’

Victor dashed eagerly to the other side of the room where Ruby had removed the screen and laid out her instruments of torture ready for his arrival. As she watched him scurrying across the room, she smiled to herself. Maybe this line of work would turn out well after all.

*

‘Well, how did it go?’ asked Tiffany, getting up from the sofa.

Ruby grinned. ‘It was a breeze.’

‘Really? What did you have to do?’

‘Whip him, beat him and talk to him like he was a piece of shit.’ They both laughed then Ruby added, ‘He fuckin’ loved it, couldn’t get enough of it! And, he’s got a few Internet friends who are into the same sort of thing so he’s going to put the word out.’

She waved the wad of notes that she had been holding. ‘Look at this, three times what I would normally have earnt in that time. If I get enough clients, I should soon get back what I shelled out to set up the room.’

‘Brilliant!’ said Tiffany. ‘You still wouldn’t get me doing it though.’

‘Don’t worry, you won’t have to. Oh, and he suggested I get my own website to promote my services.’

‘Are you going to?’

‘Might do. It’s worth thinking about.’

‘Wow! Sounds like it’s gonna do well,’ said Tiffany.

‘Dead right,’ said Ruby, walking up to Tiffany and putting her arms around her. ‘We’re gonna be rich, girl. And when we are, I’ll be able to buy you anything you want.’

Tiffany kissed Ruby on the cheek then looked at her admiringly and smiled. ‘I knew you could do it.’

Ruby could see the look of joy on her girlfriend’s face, and she felt a warm glow inside. To think, she’d been nervous about her first session. Why? It couldn’t have gone better. And now that she’d got that out of the way she was looking forward to a very lucrative future for herself and Tiffany.

17

May 2007

Ruby’s client was right on time and as she went to answer the front door, she adopted