BAD DOMINATRIX
Copyright 2002 Richard F. Dickson
Bob is seated center stage. His hands are cuffed behind his back. He’s also wearing a diaper and a dog collar. He is almost quivering in anticipation. Suddenly, in the doorway, appears Mistress Kitty, in complete dominatrix gear and carrying a riding crop.
KITTY: Are you ready, slave?
BOB (expectantly): Yes Mistress!
Kitty starts forward threateningly, then stumbles on her high heels as she tries to walk. Bob looks a little puzzled. Kitty notices this.
KITTY: What are you looking at? (She smacks her riding crop against her thigh) Oh goddammit that stings!
BOB: Huh?
KITTY (almost in tears): That’s gonna leave a welt! I’m gonna have a welt!
BOB: You are the dominatrix, right?
KITTY (still smarting): Give me a minute.
BOB: Um, alright.
KITTY: Okay. Now I’m going to (unusure) … domina … trix you.
BOB (hopeful): Yes Mistress!
Kitty stares at Bob. Bob stares at Kitty.
KITTY: So what would you like me to do?
BOB: What?
KITTY: What would like me to dominatrix you with?
BOB: You don’t know?
KITTY: Well I figured you’d tell me.
BOB: I’m submissive! You’re supposed to tell me!
KITTY: Really?
BOB: Yes!
KITTY: Okay…. Um, say my name!
BOB: I don’t know your name.
KITTY (extending her hand): Hi, I’m Kitty, nice to meet you.
BOB (annoyed): Uh, I’m a little tied up here.
KITTY: Oh, that must hurt, let me loosen those up for you….
BOB: It’s supposed to hurt!
KITTY (upset): Okay, why are you yelling at me?
BOB: Yelling?
KITTY: You’re yelling at me.
BOB: I wasn’t yelling.
KITTY: Well you raised your voice.
BOB: I’m sorry, it’s just that this isn’t quite what I was expecting.
KITTY (regaining composure): Okay, look, it’s just that I’m new at this and my leg is still stinging like a bitch. Let me go out and try to come back in again.
BOB: Um, okay.
Kitty rushes out. There are some fumbling noises from offstage. Then Kitty appears in the doorway.
KITTY (very stern): Okay, slave! (She naps the riding crop again. She winces mightily, but holds it together). I am Mistress Kitty, and you are mine to toy with!
BOB: Yes Mistress!
Kitty stalks forward, then stops inches away from the ecstatic Bob.
KITTY (sexily): Ready?
BOB: Yes Mistress!
Kitty waves her finger around Bob’s face.
KITTY: I’m not touching you!
BOB: Excuse me?
KITTY: See, I’m not touching you! I’m not touching you. No I’m not, I’m not touching you!
BOB: What are you doing?
KITTY: What are you doing?
BOB: That’s what I said!
KITTY: That’s what I said!
BOB: Stop copying me!
KITTY: Stop copying me!
BOB: Okay, look, this isn’t arousing at all!
KITTY: Well goddammit, you try being sexy in this thing! I sound like a pool toy when I walk!
BOB: Okay, I think I want my money back….
KITTY: And the smell won’t come out, I swear to God, it’s like leaving a fish in a greenhouse!
BOB: Okay, I’m leaving.
Bob tries to stand up. Kitty shoves him back down in the chair, which improves Bob’s mood considerably.
KITTY: Oh no you don’t! You are going to sit there and let me dominatrix you! (Pointing to her thigh) I have a welt! I did not give myself a welt so you could walk out on me!
BOB: Yes Mistress!!!
Kitty stops suddenly.
KITTY: Oh my God, I’m sorry.
BOB (dejected): Oh no….
KITTY: I … I shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t come here to get treated like that.
Bob looks at her pointedly.
BOB: Yes, I did!!!
KITTY (confused): You did?
BOB: Yes, I did! I am someone who derives sexual pleasure from being – dominated! – by someone else, usually someone who derives sexual pleasure themselves from providing such treatment, and usually in the form of physical pain! Not by copying everything I say or “I’m not touching you”!
Kitty stares at Bob. Bob seems to think she gets it.
KITTY (tears starting again): Okay, you’re yelling again.
BOB (frustrated): Aaaaagh!
END
Copyright 2002 Richard F. Dickson
Bob is seated center stage. His hands are cuffed behind his back. He’s also wearing a diaper and a dog collar. He is almost quivering in anticipation. Suddenly, in the doorway, appears Mistress Kitty, in complete dominatrix gear and carrying a riding crop.
KITTY: Are you ready, slave?
BOB (expectantly): Yes Mistress!
Kitty starts forward threateningly, then stumbles on her high heels as she tries to walk. Bob looks a little puzzled. Kitty notices this.
KITTY: What are you looking at? (She smacks her riding crop against her thigh) Oh goddammit that stings!
BOB: Huh?
KITTY (almost in tears): That’s gonna leave a welt! I’m gonna have a welt!
BOB: You are the dominatrix, right?
KITTY (still smarting): Give me a minute.
BOB: Um, alright.
KITTY: Okay. Now I’m going to (unusure) … domina … trix you.
BOB (hopeful): Yes Mistress!
Kitty stares at Bob. Bob stares at Kitty.
KITTY: So what would you like me to do?
BOB: What?
KITTY: What would like me to dominatrix you with?
BOB: You don’t know?
KITTY: Well I figured you’d tell me.
BOB: I’m submissive! You’re supposed to tell me!
KITTY: Really?
BOB: Yes!
KITTY: Okay…. Um, say my name!
BOB: I don’t know your name.
KITTY (extending her hand): Hi, I’m Kitty, nice to meet you.
BOB (annoyed): Uh, I’m a little tied up here.
KITTY: Oh, that must hurt, let me loosen those up for you….
BOB: It’s supposed to hurt!
KITTY (upset): Okay, why are you yelling at me?
BOB: Yelling?
KITTY: You’re yelling at me.
BOB: I wasn’t yelling.
KITTY: Well you raised your voice.
BOB: I’m sorry, it’s just that this isn’t quite what I was expecting.
KITTY (regaining composure): Okay, look, it’s just that I’m new at this and my leg is still stinging like a bitch. Let me go out and try to come back in again.
BOB: Um, okay.
Kitty rushes out. There are some fumbling noises from offstage. Then Kitty appears in the doorway.
KITTY (very stern): Okay, slave! (She naps the riding crop again. She winces mightily, but holds it together). I am Mistress Kitty, and you are mine to toy with!
BOB: Yes Mistress!
Kitty stalks forward, then stops inches away from the ecstatic Bob.
KITTY (sexily): Ready?
BOB: Yes Mistress!
Kitty waves her finger around Bob’s face.
KITTY: I’m not touching you!
BOB: Excuse me?
KITTY: See, I’m not touching you! I’m not touching you. No I’m not, I’m not touching you!
BOB: What are you doing?
KITTY: What are you doing?
BOB: That’s what I said!
KITTY: That’s what I said!
BOB: Stop copying me!
KITTY: Stop copying me!
BOB: Okay, look, this isn’t arousing at all!
KITTY: Well goddammit, you try being sexy in this thing! I sound like a pool toy when I walk!
BOB: Okay, I think I want my money back….
KITTY: And the smell won’t come out, I swear to God, it’s like leaving a fish in a greenhouse!
BOB: Okay, I’m leaving.
Bob tries to stand up. Kitty shoves him back down in the chair, which improves Bob’s mood considerably.
KITTY: Oh no you don’t! You are going to sit there and let me dominatrix you! (Pointing to her thigh) I have a welt! I did not give myself a welt so you could walk out on me!
BOB: Yes Mistress!!!
Kitty stops suddenly.
KITTY: Oh my God, I’m sorry.
BOB (dejected): Oh no….
KITTY: I … I shouldn’t have done that, you didn’t come here to get treated like that.
Bob looks at her pointedly.
BOB: Yes, I did!!!
KITTY (confused): You did?
BOB: Yes, I did! I am someone who derives sexual pleasure from being – dominated! – by someone else, usually someone who derives sexual pleasure themselves from providing such treatment, and usually in the form of physical pain! Not by copying everything I say or “I’m not touching you”!
Kitty stares at Bob. Bob seems to think she gets it.
KITTY (tears starting again): Okay, you’re yelling again.
BOB (frustrated): Aaaaagh!
END
