Birthdays with a Mistress

This was my birthday present. I had paid in advance, set aside the entire weekend, and was going to enjoy myself.

And yet my heart pattered in trepidation, wondering if I was really ready.

I glanced around the front of the building only to find it looked normal. Like any other building on this side of downtown. Gray and nondescript. Just a sign----

Angelo's

----and the doors and windows were covered like many others were. No one could possibly guess what this place was on the inside.

Maybe that was true for most of us.

Straightening my skirt, I inhaled deeply before opening the door and hurrying inside. There were lowlights set in the back corners that kept the place dark. But then it came to life. My breath caught. Red and pink lights flickered from the ground. A dark desk was set up in the corner with a curtain fluttering behind it. Someone stepped through it and took a cool glance my way.

"Charity Hawkins?"

I nodded, not quite having found my voice yet.

What a beautiful person. Thick red curls framing the face and a long neck with colorful lipstick and bold dark eyes. Everything was trimmed neat and the part of the bright corset top I could see was fitted well with an overflowing bounty of breasts. I shifted my balance while trying to take my eyes off them.

A wide smile responded. "Call me Mistress. She/her pronouns today. Welcome to Angelo's. All of your paperwork was received last week. Before I take you through the back, is there anything here that you would like to edit?"

She spread out the papers on the desk, inviting me closer. Long nails covered in gemstones glittered with her every move. They caught my eye, drawing me in. I felt my insides squeeze tightly as I took a glance. There was the questionnaire and accountability waivers I had filled out upon accepting this adventure. My deposit, my preferences, and my promise not to sue or publicize my experience. Everything appeared to be the same as it had been before. Feeling Mistress's eyes on me left my cheeks heating up particularly when I double-checked my preferences.

I wasn't sure they were more preferences than a curiosity I wanted to satiate. Wasn't this what our thirties are meant for? More fun, more trials by fire, more everything.

I just hoped I was ready for it.

"It's all there." My voice cracked a little and I blushed further.

Mistress smirked. She tilted her head, her flame-red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "What a cutie you are. I think the two of us are going to have a splendid evening together. Would you like any refreshments or bathroom breaks before we go to the back?"

Exhaling, I shook my head. I'd spent all day preparing. All week, really. I'd done this once before as a dare with friends who weren't open-minded ten years ago. But the experience had never left my mind. I'd had enough vanilla partners in the past, but I wanted to try this again. To remember if the experience was anything like what I remembered.

"I'm ready," I told her. Mistress, I reminded herself, was what I should call her. "I'm ready, Mistress."

"Oh, you're a very good girl." I stumbled at the fond term. She tutted before raising her hand to curl her finger at me. "Come along then, pet. We're just downstairs and around the corner."

She moved away from the desk to the dark hall. As she took a step forward, she waved a hand that lit the way. Pink lights only this time. Moving forward, I noticed it was also a little warmer. I shifted in my jacket while trailing close behind. We reached the end of the hall and soft music played, some older R&B that sounded familiar but I couldn't put a name to. The fluidity of the music relaxed my shoulders and made me feel more comfortable as we descended a small staircase to the lower floor.

"Right here," Mistress purred.

I glanced eagerly into the open room she gestured to, eyeing it with wonder. My footsteps were slow but she didn't hurry me. When I was finally inside far enough for her to join me, she quietly shut the door and I noted the extra click of a lock. I turned and raised my eyebrow.

Mistress twisted her wrist in a graceful manner. "It's only to keep us from being interrupted, but as you can see, it's a simple latch and there's no key. Any time you wish to leave, you're more than welcome. Can you verbally remind me of your safeword, pet?"

I didn't remember noting any specific pet names on the form so Mistress had taken it upon her to create her own. Part of me wanted to be annoyed by it. I wasn't a pet. That wasn't what submission was about, was it?

And yet there was something pleasing about the way she said it----especially while she smiled at me. My stomach bubbled as I tried to think. The anticipation was killing me, distracting me.

Remembering she had asked me a question, I nodded. "Flute."

She tilted her head to study me. "You have the loveliest of lips."

My breath caught. "I do?"

I'd always thought them... well, boring. They weren't particularly pink or red. Pale, like myself, and not exactly plump either. I'd thought about doing fillers before but needles scared me. There was a small line on the inside of my arm that proved I couldn't make it through a tattoo. Running my fingers over my lips now, I wondered what Mistress saw in them. She was probably just saying it to be kind, to do her job.

"Your lips," she told me confidentially while she strutted closer, "look like they know just what to do. I don't do this with every client, but would you like a kiss?"

The nerves dissipated. I looked at her wide mouth with those bright red lips curved into a wicked smile. There couldn't be a soul alive who would dare turn her down.

"Come here, pet," she crooned as she grabbed me firmly around the neck. I froze at once, helpless and weak in the knees for her touch. Her leather corset and fitted satin shorts made a pretty picture, along with her combat boots. I inhaled her sweet scent just before she touched me gently. She tasted just as I would expect----leather, strawberries, and confidence.

And then it was over too soon, just as I was getting ready for it.

"Very good," she murmured and licked her lips. There was a small smudge in the corner that I started to reach for to fix before I could help her. She winked, however, and let go. My arm fell at my side. "There's a cubby over there for you to undress to your comfort level. Do be certain to please me."

Swallowing loudly, I nodded. "Uh-huh."

I undressed quickly, removing the skirt and jacket with ease before turning to my shoes. They were slip-ons but somehow I still had trouble getting one to unstick from my heel. Then off came the bra. I folded them neatly, unable to help myself. My thumbs came down to my panties but that was where I stopped and hesitated.

We didn't know each other, not really, Mistress and I. I'd never laid eyes on her before now. My preferences ranged from across the board though I did like a lady in leather. What if she didn't like what she saw? But then I shook my head, telling myself I was being ridiculous. I was paying for this experience. It was a birthday present to myself. If I didn't go all the way, I would surely regret it.

"Oh, look at you gorgeous thing. You can start with those on, if you like. I wouldn't mind playing with you." She watched me with bright eyes as I turned to her. "It's all right if you're shy. You know I won't hurt you, don't you, pet?"

I bit my lip, reminded myself of this, and nodded.

"Tell me, do you have any apprehensions or concerns I should consider before we move forward?"

"I don't..." I paused before catching myself. Surely, this didn't matter. I started to shake my head. But I froze as she stomped forward and reached out with a short black leather crop that suddenly touched the bottom of my chin.

She gave me a stern look with her dark eyes. "Tell me."

"I don't know that I like being called pet," I confessed.

The leather slipped by my ear and then down my chin like a caress. It wasn't soft or cool, but I didn't mind. I sort of liked it. Especially while looking at her. "Very good, lovely," she crooned. "Well done for speaking up. We'll have you quiet soon enough, but now is your chance to speak. Do you have anywhere you would prefer to start or avoid tonight? On your body, I mean, or in here?"

I glanced around the room again. This time I had a better look standing around. There were several large toys, two different swings, and what looked like a sawhorse. Was there something on there? It swung slightly, a large bubous thing. A dildo. My heart hammered hard as I imagined the potential positions there.

Overall, it was a cozy room with those lowlights again that created glimmers across our skin in a soft and near romantic manner. There were cubbies behind me where I'd placed my belongings and across from that was a table filled with an assortment of supplies I could only begin to guess at. I tried to look but found my blush growing hot and had to look away. Over to Mistress I glanced, finding her waiting with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think so."

"Good. Remember, mustard for slow down, red or flute is for stop, and relish is to go harder." She relaxed her shoulders and dropped the whip at her side. "You really are a cute little thing. On your knees."

A thrill stretched through my spine as I hastily obeyed. I didn't know what to do with my hands and fumbled with them before leaving them at my side.

"Your time starts now, lovely. You are mine. No one is here to help you." She moved around me in a circle. I craned my neck around to watch her. "You will do everything I say, when I say it. Understood? No more talking. And lastly, you may not cum until I tell you."

I wanted to ask, "How many times will I be able to----"

She flung her crop out and I was smacked on the right ass cheek. It stung more than I had anticipated and I yelped. "Quiet!" I bit my lip when she smacked again, my bare skin smarting. No one had so much as spanked me before. It hurt but I could also feel the tingling in my backside spreading, itching at the idea of pleasure.

I considered saying something again just to see if it might feel better a third time around, but held my tongue. Something told me I'd have plenty of opportunities tonight to feel that whip.

"Very good, lovely. Now lick me."

I opened my mouth to ask her but then she stepped close and put her leg forward. Her bare leg with prickly hairs that showed she hadn't shaved in a few days. She had a fine knee and thick thighs that made me think of the gym rats I avoided when doing my cardio, too intimidated to try any other machines.

Not knowing where to start, I hesitated. That was a bad move as she immediately swatted my arm with a pointed look. "Now, lovely."

So I leaned forward, falling on my hands now, and put my tongue to her knee. I rarely licked legs----hips yes and even toes----but the knee was new. I felt the grooves and prickly hair on my tongue as I swiped around her knee and started climbing up. She shifted her balance forward. Hoping that was a good sign, I renewed my efforts.

This wasn't that bad. I liked her perfume, a citrus-y scent, and I felt her leisurely swiping the crop across my bare skin. It started at my shoulders to push my hair back. Then it slid across my collarbone before tickling my right breast. The room was warm but this touch made my skin tingle. I paused when the end paused over my nipple, surprised to feel something there.

Slap. I cried out at the pain and she smacked me again. "I didn't say you could stop or cry. Lick me now!"

I nodded, pushing my nose into her skin to lick her harder. Up her thigh I went. She seemed to moan, which brought me relief. I wanted to please her. If she was happy, then so was I. There was a small voice in the back of my mind telling me I was silly to care about this, to agree to be on my knees, but I couldn't help it.

This continued for the next couple of minutes. She teased the crop over my bare skin in an attempt to distract me. Every time it worked, I slowed or stopped, and she would smack me. I felt my skin smarting all over, certain I would be covered in tiny welts should I look. But I didn't, dedicated to licking her from the top of her boots all the way up to her shorts. The closer I made it to her crotch, the more I swore she smelled like cinnamon. When I crossed to her other leg and worked my way up there again, she wiggled closer so my nose was buried there right between her legs.

"Stop," she demanded.

I bit my tongue. It felt used and abused. Yet that hardly explained the way my mouth watered, eager for more. I looked up at her eagerly, beautiful Mistress, as she frowned. My hands clutched into fists. I ducked my head in fear I had disappointed her.

"You're not wearing your bracelets," she said accusingly.

"My what?"

She smacked the side of my left breast. It jiggled while I held back the urge to cry out. My eyes watered as I cautiously looked back up at the sound of her leaving me. I started to shuffle forward, surprised at how much I wanted to be close to her again, even as she moved back to her table. She slipped her crop into a holder at her side that I hadn't noticed previously.

This gave her both hands to work with. She picked up fluffy red handcuffs with a smirk. "Get your hands beyond your back, lovely. Now."

I snapped my mouth shut and obeyed.

"I'm going to have to punish you for not having them on sooner," she informed me cheerfully while moving behind me to clip them on. I felt the fur close in around my wrists with two loud snaps. Unable to help myself, I tested them. It distracted me for the second it took Mistress to grab the back of my panties. She pulled hard before letting them snap back. It stung. I yelped more in surprise than pain. "Quiet!"

Nodding, I inhaled deeply and gazed up at Mistress who removed herself a few feet back to study me. Her heavy-lidded gaze made my stomach twist in the hopes she liked this. That she liked me. I licked my lips, wanting to ask but knowing I didn't dare.

"Very good, lovely." She strode forward again with the confidence of a queen, neatly setting the crop once more under my chin. I craned my neck up high. "You may speak now but only in responses. Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Do you understand?"

My heart skipped a beat. This had to be a gift. I had pleased her if she was going to let me use my tongue again. "Yes, Mistress."

"Very good. We're going to play a game. Come with me."

It was awkward climbing to my feet from this position, on my knees with my hands locked behind me. Mistress didn't help and I didn't dare ask her. I wobbled on one foot before pulling myself upright. Then she was moving, over to the sawhorse.

"Faster!" She whipped my thigh when I finally arrived. I jumped, breathless, letting the pain tingle through me. "Finally. You're going to bend over. And every time I hit you, you are going to thank me. That is all you can say. Do you understand?"

I nodded hopefully. "Yes, Mistress."

Her mood darkened. "Then why haven't you obeyed?" She smacked the side of my breast and I cried out; that one hurt. She smacked me there again. "That's what you get for disobeying me. Now bend over and lean on your stomach!"

This time I moved much faster. Without giving this much thought, I went to the edge of the sawhorse and leaned forward on the cushion. My face nearly reached the dildo sticking out from the cushion on the far side. It was large and purple, wavering slightly in the air as I moved. I blinked several times before looking away. Was she going to tease me with it? Let me ride it?

"Stop moving." She slapped my calf this time and I jumped, biting my lip just in time.

Lying with my upper body on the cushioned sawhorse was not as comfortable as I had hoped it would be. It was broader than a normal construction one, seemingly easier for one to sit on, but not by much more from this angle. The only comfort was that it didn't smash my breasts much so they were able to hang low. But now they felt heavy, throbbing slightly from the earlier crop whacks.

My legs were spread apart a bit like the sawhorse as I laid over it to help me keep upright. With my arms tied up behind my back, I had to settle my balance on my legs and my chest here. Swallowing, I tried to catch my breath so the pressure wouldn't feel like too much.

Suddenly there was molten lava on my shoulder.

"What is that!" I jerked, crying out only for the crop to fly against my left breast. Immediately I closed my mouth. My chest throbbed as I glanced about for Mistress to find her closer than expected. So busy looking to my body, I had near forgotten her.

Mistress had brought over a small rolling tray. She fiddled with something on there just out of view, though I could see well enough the crop that she lazily rubbed against the breast she had just hit. I shuddered. There were no words to describe how much I wanted to keep that pressure there. The throbbing was dying down and all I felt was a dull ache of contentment.

I shifted back an inch only to pause, feeling the edge of the sawhorse rub against my front. It nearly hit my clit. If I was careful, I might be able to cause the right kind of friction. There was a throbbing between my legs that had started some time ago; it wasn't going to go away, I could tell. I needed satisfaction. I needed pleasure. I needed Mistress to----

"Oh!"

Whack.

It had happened all over again. Fire on my back, this time my other shoulder, and then the crop on my buttcheek. I bit my tongue once more and looked for Mistress. My hair was falling in my face so my vision was limited. But I saw the candle in her hand this time along with the crop in her other.

Candle wax, that was what she was dropping on my bare skin.

Although the heat was startling and painful, it faded quickly both times. The sensation of the crop's sting remained longer. As she delicately brushed her crop over my ass----first in circles over where she had swatted me and then playing with the line from the top to bottom of me----I felt a moan rising up from within.

"You're a very naughty one," Mistress chided mildly. "Let's see if you can do better this time."

I found myself nodding. I deserved another chance and I would do better this time. Bracing myself for the heat, it was still a surprise over how much it burned me on my lower back right above my panties. There was more of it too, dribbling over the sides. Warm sensations washed over me like a hot bath and I moaned.

"You haven't given your thanks, lovely. I should punish you dearly for this. You've forgotten three times now. And what, you think you can merely enjoy your pleasure? Don't be selfish, lovely. Three times three is what?"

"Nine," I whispered. Her crop settled low on my shoulder. "Mistress! Nine, Mistress."

"Much better," she hummed. "Nine switches for your disobedience. And I'll add nine more every time you forget to thank me."

I hadn't had a chance to nod before her crop came swinging down on my lower cheeks. The loud sound caught me by surprise even as I manged to restrain a wince. "Th-thank you, Mistress."

She did it again on the other leg, so I thanked her again. The third one was easier though it hurt just as much. It went higher and I could have sworn it nearly crept between my legs. The fourth one went to the other leg and then the fifth made me jump, the crop swinging right up on my pussy. I'd never had such a violent sensation there before and choked. My swollen lips throbbed. It was torture, a glorious torture I didn't have words for.

"Lovely, I'm waiting," Mistress chided.

"Thank you, Mistress," I panted.

Before I could beg her to do it again, she did. The rest of the punishment landed on my poor and abused pussy. For the last two, I could have sworn we were hearing the crop hitting water since I was so wet down there. Already I could feel my arousal sliding free of my panties to start trickling down my leg. I was drenched.