Mistress Savannah: What Happens When a Southern Artist Becomes a Paris Dominatrix
"The ghost says: Our bestselling series. Woman becomes dominatrix not from curiosity but survival. Learns psychological control works better than physical. Uses it for revenge. Explicit literary erotica set in Paris art world. Read Chapter 3 before deciding."
What Actually Happens
Book 1: Naomi Porter from Savannah follows her "husband" Bastien to Paris. The marriage was fake. Bank accounts emptied. She's stranded in a foreign city with no money. Gets hired at Club Obsidienne, an exclusive dominatrix establishment. Her mentor Iseult teaches her that domination is about psychological control, not costumes.
First client: Ătienne, wealthy brat in his twenties who needs to be denied orgasm until he stops acting entitled. She succeeds.
Second client: Mehdi Malekzadeh, sophisticated art dealer who requests something unusualâhe wants to kneel before her while she tells him stories about her grandmother's house in Savannah. No whips. No sex. Just storytelling as submission. Pays thousands of euros for the privilege.
The twist: Mehdi has information about Bastien's forgery operation. He's authenticating stolen Nazi art and creating false provenance. He's courting Eléonore Kosta, wealthy widow with museum connections, planning to marry her and steal her post-impressionist collection worth millions.
Naomi and Mehdi form an allianceâhis intelligence network plus her emerging dominance skills equals revenge plot.
Book 2: Naomi's refined her techniques. Now controls Jacques Mercier (French Secretary of Culture) who feeds her classified intel about Bastien's operations. Takes Jacques to L'Ambroisie restaurant wearing a remote-controlled prostate device. She controls it via phone app while they dine. Uses the leverage to extract government secrets, then confronts Bastien mid-proposal to Eléonore.
The Chapter Everyone Talks About
Book 1, Chapter 3 - "The Revelation"
Mehdi's second session with Naomi. She's in the burgundy leather dress he specifically requested. They're at Club Obsidienne in the Garnet Room.
She asks him to tell her about his first time understanding sexual power. He tells her about Professor Elena Varela at the Sorbonneâvisiting professor from Barcelona, severe, brilliant, forty-five years old.
What he describes:
Elena kept him after class. Locked the door. Stood behind him, hands on his shoulders: "Your paper was exceptional. But there are things about Goya's darkness you cannot understand from books alone."
She took him to her apartment near Luxembourg Gardens. Blindfolded him. Bound his wrists with black silk. Then spent what felt like hours touching him unpredictablyâsingle fingertip down his chest, then nothing for minutes, then her nail scraping his ribs, then silence.
He describes the edging: "Each touch, no matter where it landed, seemed directly connected to my groin. She touched my collarbone, and I felt it in my cock. She traced my ankle, and I felt it in my cock."
Then Naomi escalates:
While he's telling this story, kneeling naked before her, visibly aroused from the memory, she commands: "Touch yourself. Show me how she made you feel."
He obeys. Strokes himself while continuing the storyâdescribing how Elena finally straddled him, used his body for her pleasure without letting him inside her, made him beg: "Please let me inside you. Please let me feel you. I need it. I'll do anything you ask."
When Mehdi's close to orgasm in the present moment, Naomi makes him beg using those exact words. Then grants permission: "You can come for me now, Mehdi. Let go. Fill her up. Show me how you filled her middle-aged pussy."
He comes. She doesn't flinch. Watches his face the entire time. Hands him a silk handkerchief after. He wipes her face and neck where his cum landed, treating her "as an appraiser. The swift movements of a cultured man who appreciated the finer things."
Why it works: The scene isn't about the physical act. It's about vulnerabilityâhim revealing his most formative sexual memory while being commanded to perform in the present. Layered intimacy most erotica doesn't attempt.
The Writing Voice
Naomi's Southern drawl applied to dominance:
"My voice honeyed with the cadences of the South. 'Tell me about your grandmother's house. The place where you first learned who you were.'"
"The corset kept my spine straight, my movements deliberate, each step a calculated note in this curious symphony we were composing."
Then graphic when needed:
"Tell me exactly how it feels. Describe how she made your dick feel."
"His cock twitched visibly as he spoke, responding to the memory."
Paris setting with sensory detail:
"Boston Harbor stank of empire." (Wait, wrong book)
"The Sauternes was liquid sunshine in the crystal glass, its aroma complex with notes of honey, apricot, and something more exotic beneath, perhaps saffron."
"Paris wrapped around me as I stepped into the night, its ancient air carrying hints of rain-washed stone and distant perfume."
Grandmother's wisdom repurposed:
"Grandmother used to tell me, 'Baby girl, in this world, they'll try to make you small. Don't you help them do it.' She'd straighten my shoulders and lift my chin. 'The only person who can diminish your worth is you, by believing what they say about it.'"
Then Naomi uses that lesson to control French government officials.
The Unusual Client Dynamics
Mehdi Malekzadeh - The Art Dealer
Doesn't want standard dominatrix services. Wants storytelling submission. Kneels while she tells him about:
- Her grandmother's shotgun house in Savannah with the groaning porch swing
- Blue glass bottles on windowsills "to catch evil spirits"
- Making biscuits "with love in your hands, sugar, not just flour"
- First time she realized she had power (age 16, confronting a boy who harassed her friend)
Pays thousands of euros to listen. No physical contact initially. Just her voice, his attention, the psychological intimacy of shared memories.
Later sessions escalateâshe commands him to tell his sexual history, then to masturbate while narrating, then watches while denying release.
His motivation: "True intimacy has nothing to do with physical nakedness. It comes from allowing someone to see the experiences that shaped you. That kind of vulnerability is far more rare, and therefore more valuable, than anything involving whips or restraints."
