"Thank you, Miss Gail. Everything is being prepared already." Jenn sighed as she walked out of the room.
"Good morning Baby." Cassandra smiled as she kissed me. "You do have a bit of the dominant streak in you, don't you?"
"Oooohhhhhh. What did you do to me last night? I'm SOOOOO sore." I groaned. "I don't know if I can walk right now."
She just laughed. The bitch.
"Come on. You will feel better after a shower."
"Probably, but Auntie wants us downstairs. I have a feeling that if we get into the shower, it may take a while." I grinned.
Oh fuck I hurt. Not real pain, but just sore. My muscles ached, and my pussy felt like it had been pounded all night. Come to think of it, it had been. We took turns with the strap-ons. We played with the vibrators. We used the strap-ons with the vibrators. We experimented with every position we could think of.
"How is your poor pussy feeling this morning." She asked.
"Kind of like it got torn apart last night." I replied.
That wasn't far from the truth actually. She actually did take my virginity. She was very sweet and gentle with it, so it didn't really hurt. She did have me lay on a towel to catch any blood, then carefully washed me afterwards. Then we went at it like bunnies for most of the rest of the night. I'm not sure when we fell asleep, but I think we just finally passed out from shear exhaustion.
We decided to postpone the shower. We just took turns using the bathroom, put on shorts and tee-shirts, and went down stairs.
"Good morning, ladies." Aunt Elizabeth said cheerily. "How does that old western saying go? You look like you've been rode hard and put up wet!"
I glared at her as I went to get coffee.
Jenn brought our breakfast to us as we sat down at the table. As she put mine down, she whispered in my ear, "You can still use the riding crop on me. I just didn't want you mad when you did it." She bit my earlobe as she finished.
Auntie, Cassandra, and I chatted about generic crap as we ate breakfast. After we were done, we excused ourselves to go back upstairs to shower and get ready to meet the day. Cassandra had to go home, and Auntie told me that I had a full day of training in ahead.
"I'm working from home today. Bethany went to the office to get some files that I need, but she should be back soon." Auntie said to me as I turned to go to my room.
Long shower. Odd how adding a second person in the shower quadruples the time it takes. (Wicked grin). Eventually, we were cleaned, dressed, and made up. Cassandra told Aunt Elizabeth that she would love to come back and play. She hoped to have several more invites back over the summer before I left. Long passionate kiss goodbye before she went out the door.
"OK Gail." Auntie said after we sat down in the living room. "It's time to start teaching you the finer points of becoming a Mistress. Pay attention, because what I am about to tell you is essential to being a good and effective Mistress."
"You mean like Dominant/submissive and BDSM stuff?" I questioned.
"Dominant/submissive, yes. There may also be some BDSM in there too, but that depends entirely on the Mistress. Some people go more for the heavy duty bondage and S&M, but that is not really essential to being a Mistress."
"First and foremost, It is essential to understand that the real power in the sub/dom relationship lies with the submissive. While that may seem counterintuitive, you need to understand that the dominant can only control the submissive to the extent that the submissive allows."
"That kind of makes some sense, but what's to keep the dominant from just forcing the submissive?" I asked.
"That can happen in some relationships," Auntie replied, "but then it becomes abuse. The dominant needs to care for her submissives. She needs to protect them and nurture them. The role of the dominant is much like a parent to her children. A good mistress will push her pet to expand their boundaries but do it in a caring way. There is a clear hierarchy. The Mistress is on top, and the submissive is on the bottom. This needs to be clearly maintained. You will need to reward your pet for good behavior as well as punish for failures."
Auntie spent the next hour discussing with me the intricacies of the mistress/pet relationship and how to maintain it. She explained how rewarding a submissive to reinforce good behavior was much more effective, but there were also times for discipline. She described several different methods of discipline ranging from orgasm denial, to wearing a butt plug or nipple clamps, to humiliation, and even using crops, paddles, floggers, and canes.
Finally, Bethany arrived and gave Aunt Elizabeth a package that she had picked up.
"Here Gail." Auntie said as she handed the package to me. "Go put this on and meet me in the play room. I have a surprise for you."
The package contained a tight-fitting cocktail dress, tan thigh highs, and 5-inch stilettos. No bra or panties. I fixed my hair and make-up like I was going to a club and walked to the play room.
Surprise was a mild understatement! As I walked into the play room, I was greeted by the sight of Aunt Elizabeth and her friend Maggie from the club standing by the bar sipping on a glass of wine. The real surprise was that Bethany was strapped naked to the horse, Brittany was strapped to the big cross, and Naomi was locked in the stocks (I later learned that it was actually called a Pillory). Hmmmm, I started to wonder if I had just drove my GTO into the Twilight Zone.
"Oh, you're here!" Maggie stated. "Here, let me pour you a glass of wine while we talk for a bit."
I walked over to the bar and accepted the offered glass.
Maggie glared across the room as I took a sip. "Well girls? Do I need to punish you for your lack of manors? Why haven't you greeted your host yet?"
As I turned to the three bound girls, I heard in stereo, "Good morning Mistress Gail. How may we serve you?" Bethany didn't greet me because she had earlier. I imagine it may also have had something to do with the ball gag she was wearing.
"So, Gail. We have set up a little practical session in dominating a submissive here. You have three very submissive women to practice on, and we will be here to guide you and advise you in it. You can ask any questions as you go along. We will also be watching and giving you some pointers as you go. This is for you to explore and practice. Don't worry, if we see you start to go too far, or if we think that you need some advice to make something better, we will step in and help you."
OK then. I looked around and took another sip of wine as I contemplated my first move. Another sip of wine and an idea was formed. I walked over to the wall and opened the cabinets. It took a minute or two to find what I was looking for, but I got the items and walked over to Naomi. There was a small table beside her that I set the toys on before walking around to the front of the pillory and looking into her eyes.
"That was very rude of you to not greet me as I entered the room. Is that how you were trained?"
"No Mistress Gail. Mistress Maggie has taught me to be very respectful."
"Well then, why did you not greet me properly upon my arrival?"
"I have no excuse Mistress Gail. Please punish me as you see fit so that I will remember my error and not repeat it."
"As you wish, my pet." I replied with a smile.
I mover back behind her to begin. I had picked up a riding crop, butt plug, collar, and a leash. I started out by lightly running the crop over her delectable ass. I saw her shiver slightly in anticipation of being hit by the crop. That was not my plan, however. I had quickly lubed up the plug before picking up the crop. I used my left hand to gently tap her ass with the crop, so she would be expecting to have me stripe her ass. Instead, Just as I swiped the crop past her ass with my left hand, I shoved the plug in with my right hand. She gave a very satisfactory yelp at the completely unexpected sensation of a suddenly full ass without the expected sensation of the crop striking.
Just as she was recovering from the change in sensations, I pressed the remote to begin the vibrations. The poor thing didn't know what was happening, except that the confusing change in sensations was beginning to overload her circuits.
I moved back to her front and said, "No, my pretty. No pain for you right now. You are going to come with me and be my gofer. If you do a really good job, perhaps I will forgive your transgression and allow you to come. If you fail me though, your punishment will be far worse than a few strikes with the crop."
With that, I locked the collar and leash around her neck and released her from the pillory.
"Crawl behind me and carry the crop in your mouth." I ordered her.
