Switch, by Jassy Mackenzie

Switch, by Jassy Mackenzie. Random House Struik Umuzi. Cape Town, South Africa 2014. ISBN 9781415206843 / ISBN 978-1-4152-0684-3

The novel Switch tells story of Johannesburg-based Mistress Emma Caine who tortures willing clients in her domination dungeon. But real life isn't perfect while she has to deal with curious neighbours and a dangerous rival dominatrix.

Jassy Mackenzie  

[...] In these boots, my legs looked elegant, toned, and substantially longer. They were undeniably the sexiest footwear I had ever worn. And, as a bonus, they screamed 'Mistress'. - 'Oh, I don't think I can take them,' I said, sounding regretful. 'They are beautiful. Absolutely perfect. But they're too expensive. Next time, maybe.' Then I smiled to myself, pleased with my own little joke, because there was nobody nearby to hear my words except for Cat Four, who was basking blissfully on the couch in a patch of afternoon sunshine. I wasn't in a shoe shop at all. In fact, I was standing by the mirror in the hallway that led into the open-plan living area of my half-finished home, where no saleslady was hovering nearby, real or imaginary. The boots had arrived by courier just ten minutes ago, and they were a gift. An elegant, expensive, carefully-chosen gift from the man who, ever since he'd left the country, had been showering me with his generosity. Two weeks ago, a parcel had arrived containing a black, mid-thigh-length jacket made from soft, supple leather. Looking at the label, I'd seen that this incredibly stylish garment was by a designer whose clothes I'd only ever dreamed of wearing. Sexy yet warm, it was perfect for a mistress who was spending her first winter at work in a rather draughty dungeon. The very first gift he'd couriered had been a black lacy bra and two pairs of matching panties. He had surely sent me these particular items, I'd thought, because he wanted to have chosen - and to have touched - something intimate for me. I had put on the underwear, enjoying the caress of the bra cups and the soft texture of silk lace on my buttocks. I'd worn one of the pairs of panties for a few hours and then shown my appreciation for the gift by packaging it up and mailing it back to him with a note saying: 'Returning, used.' I smiled, remembering how grateful he'd been for that thoughtful gesture. The 'he' in question was Simon Nel, the wicked, adventurous deviant that I was now lucky enough to call my lover, but unlucky enough to be parted from while he started up a branch of his architectural firm in Dubai. He'd only been gone for a few weeks but I was already counting the hours until I would see him again. The frustrating thing was that I had no idea how long I'd have to do this, because from what Simon had told me, he was working eighteen-hour days and the chances of being able to take any time off in the near future were remote. Even our phone conversations had been brief, infrequent, and usually interrupted by an incoming call on his side, or somebody knocking on his office door. It was almost as if I were being sent these beautiful objects by a stranger that I'd barely had the chance to get to know before he stepped out of my life forever. Pushing that depressing thought away, I put on the jacket, just to see how it looked with the boots. The answer was: stunning. The belted jacket concealed the fact that my thighs were more curvy than slim, and offered the illusion that my waist was somehow much smaller. [...]

This is an excerpt from the sadomasochistic novel Switch, by Jassy Mackenzie.

Title: Switch
Author: Jassy Mackenzie
Publisher: Random House Struik
Imprint: Umuzi
Cape Town, South Africa 2014
ISBN 9781415206843 / ISBN 978-1-4152-0684-3
Softcover, 15 x 22 cm, 256 pages