Cut Content: Faria x Madeline Scene

Hello!

I'm still hard at work on drafting various things. I hope to have a completed rough draft of an exciting new project within the next day or two. 

In the meantime, I've decided to share with you a short scene from the cutting room floor. It's fairly rare that I have an entire scene that gets cut, just because I am an obsessive outliner, and if I am going to cut something, it usually leaves the outline before I write my draft. 

When I was writing "The Wicked Stepdaughter", I had a plot thread concerning Faria's attraction to her client, Madeline Rao. The implication remains in the final draft, but at one time I developed that idea further. 

So why did I cut it? Although I thought the idea was hot, "The Wicked Stepdaughter" was already a long story and the scene I cut didn't do much to further the central plot. I still like the concept of Meadeline and Faria's relationship: two dominant women intrigued by the idea of making the other submit. I may recycle the idea in a future work. 

Here is the scene, which would have been immediately following the second programming session. (BTW, the canonical result of the sexual dominance competition would have been Faria forcing Madeline to submit after a very satisfying clash of wills). Enjoy!

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“My my, Ms. Faria,” said Madeline Rao archly, “do you take all of your dates to such nice places, or are you just trying to get me into bed?” She gave a little sidelong wink that indicated clearly that it was a plan that might work.

“I'm not sure what you mean, Madeline dear,” said Faria innocently, “I just wanted to hear about how your adorable little stepdaughter is doing.” Even though Faria's income was virtually endless (limited only by her willingness to take on projects), even she had been forced to splurge a little to secure a reservation at this particular establishment. It took a lot to impress the wife of a billionaire, so she was glad it was working. All jokes aside, she certainly was hoping to take Madeline home tonight.

Madeline chuckled. “I'm sure, darling. I bet you take all of your clients out to fancy restaurants for follow-up meetings.” She deftly swirled her glass of wine, which cost more than most people in the city made in a month, and lifted it to her nose. “But, since you mentioned it, I would like to discuss that particular business before we move on to pleasure. If you don't mind, that is.”

“Not at all,” said Faria, giving Madeline a warm smile, “please, go ahead.” Madeline was absolutely correct that she normally didn't provide follow-up meetings as part of her services, but Avani Rao was a difficult case of particular interest. Not to mention, if a little additional customer service made Madeline Rao feel like she owed something to Faria, that would be useful as well. 

“Well, I've been doing just as you directed,” said Madeline, her brow creasing a little above her beautiful eyes, “I've been making all sorts of small requests, and rude little power moves, like forcing her to accommodate my schedule, or making her late to other things, and in many ways there has been a remarkable change. At times she seems desperate to please me, and she is spilling her guts every week about her fears and stresses, so the trust is building up like you said it would, whether or not she realizes it consciously.” Madeline tucked a strand of her shining golden hair behind the delicate shell of an ear. She was stunning tonight, in a little black dress that artfully displayed her dynamite curves while still being classy enough to get away with it. She was sexy enough that it was sometimes difficult for Faria to focus on what she was saying. Luckily, this time she had been making a real effort.

“All good news,” said Faria calmly, “What seems to be the issue?”

Madeline sighed and set down her glass. “The issue is that Avani is a fickle woman. I swear that she’s like a cat. One day she will be practically purring in my lap, the next she will be hissing and clawing at me over the most innocuous request. I’m afraid that progress has been slow on obedience and submission.”

Faria nodded, a considering look on her face. She reached a decision. “I think it might be time to move on to stage 2.”

“Really?” said Madeline hopefully, leaning forward with sparkling eyes, “I mean, as much as I am looking forward to stage 2, your instructions said not to begin until I noticed ‘total obedience for non-sexual requests’.”

Faria nodded. “I know, but I am beginning to suspect that Avani needs a little nudge. My original plan was for her total obedience to break down her sexual inhibitions, but maybe it’s better the other way around. Maybe we need her arousal to break down her defiance.”

“Stage 2,” murmured Madeline, her eyes staring into the distance, her words dripping with anticipation, “Open flirting and sexual advances. This is where the fun really starts.”

Faria smiled at the open lust Madeline was displaying. She had been hoping that a conversation about dominating her stepdaughter would get Madeline going, and she wasn’t disappointed. “Just be careful,” she warned, “without obedience, you might need to make her think that it’s her idea at first.”

Madeline flashed her a crooked, naughty smile, “Convince her that she’s in control, then turn the tables on her. I practically invented that game, babe. If you’re lucky, I’ll show you how I play.”

Faria liked where the evening was going. A thought occurred to her. “One more question, Madeline. I didn’t ask earlier out of politeness, but I feel we are much closer now.”

“Oooh yes, dear.” Purred Madeline, lightly running a foot up Faria’s leg under the table, “I want us to be very close.”

“Did you tell your husband about your little project with his daughter?”

Madeline gave a girlish giggle and held a finger up to her lips. “Not yet! Poor Arnav is a wonderful man, but he is a little… softhearted. At this point he is intimidated by Avani, so he would be terrified if I told him now. I’m going to wait to tell him until I have some concrete results to share.”

Faria nodded, her curiosity satisfied. “Speaking of telling Arnav, does hubby know where you are tonight?” asked Faria teasingly.

“Well of course he does!” Said Madeline, raising an eyebrow, “I am nothing if not a loving, faithful wife.”

“And does he know where this night is going to lead for the two of us?” said Faria, leaning forward over the table with her hand on her chin.

“Oooh, naughty girl!” Said Madeline softly in mock surprise, “And where exactly do YOU think this night will lead us?”

“I'm afraid it’s not something I can discuss in an establishment like this,” said Faria apologetically, “You’ll just have to follow me home so that I can explain in detail.” 

Madeline crooked a finger and beckoned Faria over to her chair, her gaze hot and her lips slightly parted. “Tell me softly, pet. It will be our little secret.”

Faria got up from the table and leaned over to whisper in Madeline’s eager ear.

“I thought I would take you home and see if I could force a dominatrix to become my submissive little cunt-licker.” 

Madline’s eyes sparkled, and her smile grew wider as Faria pulled away. “It sounds like an interesting experiment, Ms. Faria, but I think if we try, it may be you who ends up tasting humility. Amongst other things.” Faria’s heart was beating fast. It felt like sparks would be struck between them when their gaze met. Sex with submissives was fun, but nothing made Faria feel quite as alive as a contest between two dominants. She wasn’t sure exactly who would end up in charge tonight. That was the fun.

“I do want to continue the evening with you Faria.” Said Madeline warmly. “I have two conditions. One: hypnotism is cheating.”

“I never use hypnotism for my own pleasure.” Said Faria seriously. Madeline nodded, then another naughty smile spread across her face. 

“Secondly, to answer your question, I did tell my dear husband what I suspected about your impure intentions regarding my body. You should have seen him. He was so stiff and flustered and embarrassed. I promised him if anything happened I would make a little video for him. I can blur your face, if that concerns you. Do you have any objections?” 

“How about this…” said Faria slowly, “If I submit to you, you can have a video with my full unblurred face, doing whatever you say, but if you submit to me, you’ll do whatever I say, and you’ll send me a copy.”

“Delightful.”

They shook on the deal, Faria paid the check, and they went home together, preparing for a sexual battle between masters.