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I began my preparations for the evening. I checked all the candle holders in the bedroom. They were ensconced above the bed and placed on three tables throughout the room. I opened up the toy chest and pondered it for a long time. Deliberately, I selected three silk straps, one pair of leather cuffs, one velvet wrapped dildo, lube, a blue butt plug, a six-inch leather strap-on, two pairs of restraints, two nipple clamps, one wooden paddle, and a three-foot-long riding crop. Smiling at the array of implements strewn on the bed, I contemplated the pleasures that the night would bring.
Glancing at the clock, I saw there was only thirty minutes left to prepare. Pulling up my hair, I quickly showered in the adjoining bathroom, careful not to get my hair wet. After toweling dry, I applied vanilla scented oil to my neck, breasts, and labia, pausing momentarily to stroke myself. Foregoing my pleasure, at least for now, I donned my attire for the evening: a black "rope" suit. The ropes ran crisscross along my torso and supported my ample breasts causing them to jut away from my body. I adjusted the ropes until they ran snug across my nether lips and caressed my clitoris with every step. Every movement caused a slight flush rising from the very center of my being.
I finished lighting the candles when I heard the back door shut. "I saw your car outside so I came in. Is that ok?" the light, feminine voice floated on the air and stirred my desires.
I stepped to the foot of the stairs and composed myself, "Your Mistress awaits. Strip and ascend." I retreated to the bedroom to wait. Moments later, I heard the soft footsteps as my submissive climbed the stairs. I watched her approach the room and hesitate in the doorway. "On your knees," I commanded. I turned the switch in my brain. I no longer existed. In my place, a dark Mistress stood, stern and unyielding.
I noticed the tight body of my sub as she knelt. My sub inhaled and quivered nervously as she obeyed. My sub bowed her head and clasped her hands behind her back. I left my sub there as I gazed over her offering. I found the offering, her very body and soul, satisfactory. Her body was a mere instrument for my pleasure. I relished this moment just before the calm abated and my desire was released in a cool, calculated storm.
My sub's body was taut. Her breasts were smaller than mine but perkier. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a hasty bun upon her neck. My sub's pussy was bare except for a strip of hair leading to untold pleasures. I licked my lips thinking of what awaited me there. "Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Speak it now."
"Filth, Mistress."
"Yes, filth. Because my sub is filth once she crosses this threshold. You are nothing but my plaything. I shall take my pleasure as it pleases me. Your pleasure is mine to give or to withhold. But in the end, I care nothing for it."
A musky aroma filled the air. "Are you turned on already?!" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress."
"Eyes closed and do not make a sound until I give leave." She closed her eyes as I walked over to the bed and took the nipple clamps from the bed. Stalking over to the doorway, I attached the first clamp to her left nipple. "Uhh!" my sub cried.
My blow came quickly and landed on the nippled breast. "Did I tell you not to make a sound?"
"Yes, Mistress," she replied, her voice barely audible. Without hesitation, I attached the second clamp. This time there was no sound from my sub. I smiled, pleased with her performance. For now. Pushing her head down to the carpet with my foot, I commanded, "Crawl." Without a sound, she began to crawl. When she was at the foot of the bed, I stated simply, "Stop. Stand up and grip the footboard. Eyes closed." She obeyed quickly.
I leisurely strolled to the bed, admiring my sub bent over the bed. Her back was strong and lean. Her ass was round and firm. I reached over to the bed and plucked the riding crop from the assortment. I wrapped the leather loop around my right wrist and let it hang down loosely. With both hands, I gripped my sub's ass and spread her cheeks. Bending low, I blew lightly on her nether lips and flicked my tongue over its forbidden hole. She shivered noticeably, but held her silence. I lapped at her tight brown hole as I flicked my tongue into it. The taste was a bitter tang.
Standing up, I bent close to my sub's ear and whispered, "I'm very disappointed in you. You began our little playtime by disobeying me. I do not like disobedience. I thought you were a good sub and we would have only playtime. Now, it appears I must first train you before we can enjoy ourselves." Without warning, I stood up and brought the riding crop down across her ass. The thwack of the crop resonated in the air. I quickly brought the crop down again and again. After the third strike, the creamy flesh began to redden. Another and another. Welts began to rise. More and more I wielded the riding crop until my arms grew heavy. I stopped at fifteen. The once alabaster skin shone with red angry marks and tender welts. My sub did not utter a sound.
I admired my handiwork before I spoke. I noticed a small trickle of blood streaming from her mouth where she had bit her lip in her successful effort to keep silent. Tears rolled freely down my sub's face. I smiled in satisfaction with both of us, "My precious did well. Silence is no longer necessary. But remember your manners and obey me in every way. If you can do so, your training is over and I can begin to enjoy myself."
"Yes, Mistress."
I grabbed my sub by the hair and pulled her to her feet. Staring intently into her tear-filled eyes, I kissed my sub hard. I tasted the salty and warm blood in the kiss as I forced my tongue into her mouth. Pulling away, I wiped my lips with my hand, "My dirty little slut, it is time to please Mistress. Lie down on your back."
My sub scrambled to obey. I stretched her hands out and, taking the silk scarves, bound her to the footposts of the bed. I took my foot and ordered her to suck my toes. I smiled as I watched her hurry to obey. My sub suckled each toe and licked my foot from heel to toe. When she had finished with the first foot, I presented the second. My sub eagerly repeated her ministrations.
I reveled in the sensations. Not so much the feel of her tongue on my feet, but in the mastery I held over her. Her eagerness to obey me pleased me greatly. I lost myself briefly as I visualized the rest of the evening: her tongue in my wet pussy, the sound of the paddle as it smacked against her flesh, the groans emanating from her throat as I fucked her. I ached in desire for her, my need to control her and have power over her. But I could not let her know that, know the power she unwittingly had over me.
Grabbing the restraints and the blindfold, I bound my sub's feet. Next, I applied the blindfold. "YOU are a worthless cocksucking whore!" I yelled venomously. "How many cocks have you sucked since I saw you last? Twenty? Thirty? A hundred?"