Learning to Serve: Reinforcement

It had been a week since Scott serviced Mistress Kim. Consequently, he felt an extra tinge of apprehension walking from his truck to her enclosed back porch of her well appointed Victorian house. His usual routine when arriving at Mistress Kim's was to enter the back door, strip off all his clothes, place them in a cloth laundry bag, hang the bag on one of many coat hooks inside the closet, and then kneel in "present" pose. Today was different. Before he entered, there was an envelope with Scott's name taped to the back door. Quickly grabbing the envelope, he sat on one of the lounge chairs and read it.

"My Dearest Slave,

I hope that you had a productive week in our absence as Miss Charlotte and I had a wonderful time at the conference. Unfortunately, we did run into some minor difficulties that I am addressing as you read this. It seems that Miss Charlotte, in her zeal for learning the ways of being an impactful dominant, lost sight of her place as my submissive. Although a minor infraction in the grand scheme of things, she spoke out of turn while I was chatting with some other Dominant friends after I had so graciously let her sit with us as a quiet observer. Although more fueled by enthusiasm than disobedience, her indiscretion was immediately addressed, but now I am busy reinforcing her place beneath me. Since she will be indisposed for the night, your obligations will change. When you enter, as per usual, strip off your clothes and place them in their normal place. Your new collar is on the kitchen island. Put it on. Remain upright as you walk downstairs and join me in the playroom. You will find me occupied with sub Charlotte there. There is no need for you to crawl, but of course, kneeling is still appropriate..

Mistress Kim"

"Holy fuck! What the hell? Damn, this is going to be interesting," Scott thought to himself as his manhood became engorged while picturing the beautiful Miss Charlotte in a variety of uncomfortable positions.

Scott stripped, placed the bag of his clothes on the coat hook in the closet, and walked over to the kitchen island to a medium sized white jewelry box. Opening the box, Scott removed a stainless steel collar that was about an inch wide. It was hinged in the back. In the front, two eyelets met with a cut out under them where a small lock would fit comfortably behind an O ring. Using the bathroom mirror to help him put it on, Scott avoided the hinge in the back pinching him as he excitedly locked the collar in place. Once he fixed the lock, relieved himself and had a glass of water, he walked down the steps to join his Mistress. Scott's heart pounded in anticipation of what he may find. Although Mistress Kim was both beautiful, intelligent, and a tender lover, Scott also knew that her sadistic tendencies lent themselves to her doling out extreme measures of torture and pain. Miss Charlotte had warned Scott to avoid angering Mistress Kim; yet, ironically, it was Charlotte who had apparently done just that.

Gripping the door handle at the bottom of the stairs, Scott inhaled deeply, turned the knob, and entered. The room was very dark with a soft recessed light illuminating only Mistress Kim's throne.

"Ahhh, Scott, my dear, you are here, and early. It is so nice to see your handsome face and beautiful body after a week away. I hope to avoid such a gap in time in the future."

Kneeling immediately before her, Scott demurely looked up to address his Mistress respectfully. Careful to not look her directly in the eyes, he marveled at her enchantingly radiant and beautiful body. Mistress Kim was in outstanding shape but already seemed to be perspiring a bit as the smell of her sex was heavy in the air.. Her cheeks were flushed and chest was heaving a bit from her stagnant breathing. Her dark almond eyes held a lustful excitement that were a small indicator of the events to come. Dressed in a catsuit that accented her toned and lithe body, she was sitting a bit sideways on her throne, with one leg splayed up over the right armrest and the French braid of her long black, luxurious hair hanging from the back of her head down over the left armrest.

"How do you like your new collar, my pet? It looks like a perfect fit."

"I love the collar Mistress, thank you. I will wear it with pride and will demonstrate that I deserve it."

"I am pleased with your enthusiasm; it is encouraging. As for you deserving it, well, do not worry my sexy little pet. You will have plenty of chances to show you are worthy."

His Mistress straightened herself on the throne, lifting her gorgeous ass off the wooden base, she unzipped the crotch of her suit. Scott was the one flushed now, mesmerized by the beautiful woman's simple movements. Yearning to serve her, please her, the anticipation of it was paralyzing.

"Since Charlotte will otherwise be occupied this evening, you are going to assume her role and responsibilities. First and foremost, I need a tongue on my pussy."

With a nod of Mistress Kim's head, Scott crawled between her legs and leaned in toward her beautiful essence. Moving closer to her crotch, he could feel the warmth and her pungent smell was overwhelmingly intoxicating. Her musk was earthy and dense with a strong mix of cum, sweat, and piss that only added to Scott's need to taste her. Scott loved eating pussy, but Mistress Kim's exceeded all others. Maybe it was his subservience at the moment that added to the experience, but Scott's service of this supreme being electrified his senses, making eating Kim's pussy that much of an exceptional privilege.

Kim looked down at her slave, smiling as he approached her sacred crevice with his lips. A rush of warm anticipation overtook him as he came closer to tasting his Mistress. Gently placing her hand on the back of his head, she fisted his hair, stopping him inches from her beautifully glistening lips.

"An obedient slave always asks permission before servicing his owner. You still have much to learn, my enthusiastic little cunt licker."

As if entranced, Scott implored. "Mistress, may I please service you? May I please lick you glorious slit? My only desire is to serve you?"

Scott's genuine plea came from a need deep inside that until that moment he was not fully aware that he possessed. Noting his desperation, Kim fueled the growth of Scott's submission by denying him a bit further. Kim was a master at grooming a trainee. It was a slow and subtle process that she enjoyed just as much as the physical pleasure she derived from being attended to. She was well aware of his "girlfriend," Sarah, as she saw her in his truck via her security cameras when Scott had dutifully stopped by her house on Saturday to gather the mail and paper. Now, she was going to begin to chip away at his resolve and any bond that the two may be forming.

"Hmmmm, I am not really sure you are being genuine, my little servant? If you serve me, then I and I alone should be your priority and focus."

Scott was at a loss for words. Panicked. He wasn't sure how to respond. Like an animal being preyed upon in the woods, he froze, waiting, hoping the predator would just overlook him.

Kim tilted his head up to meet her gaze, twisting the clump of hair in her fist a tad tighter. Scott knew that she knew, but how? He had to come clean; he must be honest. His heart was practically pounding through his chest.

"Uhhh, well, ummm, yes, Mistress, I, umm, well, do have a young lady I see. But, when I served Mistress Joan, she allowed that, and I was not aware that it was forbidden. I-I-I am sorry, I meant no disrespect. This is all very new to me," an exasperated Scott said as his despondent face dropped like a child who had disappointed a parent.

Kim smiled down at her slave, pleased. He was honest, showed genuine contrition, and most of all demonstrated remorse. The savvy Dominatrix knew to proceed slowly on this topic and in time she would break all ties between the two.

"We will speak more about this later, but I am pleased that you have been honest. Remember to keep that mindset whenever I ask a question. Now, you have more immediate obligations to fulfill."

Kim directed Scott's head to her overflowing crotch. When his mouth made contact with her musty essence, he was extremely surprised. Although the overpowering smell advertised an unpleasant experience, the ambrosial taste of Kim's mixed juices had his cock hard and leaking pre-cum immediately. Scott inhaled deeply through his nose as he drank her warm juices, consumed by a heightened experience of his Mistress inquiring about his love interest. Mistress Kim ground down on his face as Scott lapped her full length with a flattened tongue.

"MMMM, yes, yes, that's it my pet, eat your Mistress's pussy, taste her juices, enjoy your place, where you belong, between my legs, serving me. You should yearn for my taste, knowing that it is a supreme privilege to serve me in this manner. AAAHHHHHH, yes, yes, yes," Kim wailed as she directed his head to force his tongue to focus on her clit.

Scott worked frantically on her clit, sucking, licking, lapping as Kim's grip on his hair tightened, squeezing her inner thighs together in a vice-like manner as she came hard on his face.

"MMMMMMMM, YES, YES, MY PET, YOUR TONGUE IS EXXXCELLENT!!" the Asian Goddess uttered as her juices continued to flow on her pet's face.

Encouraged by her reactions, Scott concentrated even harder at his task.

"UUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK, YES, YES, YES, FUUUUUCCCCKKKK, EAT MY PUSSY, YES, OH YES, WHAT A GOOD PET, MMMMMMMM, UUHHHHHHH, FUUUCCCCK, YES!" as she exploded in orgasm.

After a verbalized aftershock and an, AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, Kim's thighs released their death grip.

Even though she began to calm, her grip on Scott's head remained tight. Instinctively, Scott continued to lap at her divine slit, drinking her juices, greedily desiring more. Deep inside a warming sensation spread throughout him, fueled by the knowledge that he was serving his beautiful Domme well, falling deeper into her spell by ingesting the pungently sweet nectar, not satisfied, but longing for more.

Anticipating that she was satisfied for the moment, Scott broke contact with her beautiful pussy and began to move his head back to clean the juices on her legs. Chuckling out loud, Kim tilted his head up, staring down at her servant with a wide grin.

"Oh no my naive little slave, you have just begun. Charlotte hasn't serviced me in over a day, so you have a lot of work ahead of you."

As she guided his head back to her crotch, she let out a soft moan before Scott lapped hard to move her to two more intense orgasms in much of the same fashion. The entire time Scott worked to please her, the intense want for more grew. The need became more pronounce inside of him with each lick, moan from her, and swallow of her nectar. Kim, still in the throes of her final orgasm, smiled broadly, aware of her servant's slow descent deeper into subspace.

After recovering from her third orgasm, Mistress Kim finally released Scott's hair. He had no idea such an elegantly slender woman possessed so much strength. His new Mistress bore a close resemblance to Jeannette Lee, the professional pool player. Ironically, Lee's nickname was "The Black Widow" for her enticing looks, demure demeanor, and killer instinct in competition. Kim's hair was actually a bit longer, both women's toned bodies were slim and sleek, and Kim's face was not as round, but each woman carried themselves with grace, class, and evoked a quiet confidence that was incomparable.

Kim directed Scott to go to the kitchen, assemble a salad, some healthy snacks, and some drinks, then wait patiently. Scott did as directed and a few moments later, the two sat at the kitchen bar inhaling the garden salad, eating cheese and crackers, and drinking water and some white wine.

Scott was uneasy. He was a servant and lowest on the totem pole. Suddenly, he had leap frogged over Charlotte and was uncomfortable interacting at this level with Mistress Kim. He was unaware what to say, how to move, when to move, what to do. The apparent freedom that had been allotted him actually paralyzed him further. This was a calculated action on Kim's part. She certainly wanted Scott to embrace his slave position, but just being placed there and learning rotely was not her intent. She was working hard to have him crave the safety and comfort of that role, never having to think, never having to decide, never having to plan, but to only serve as directed. If Scott' submissive side was as strong as Mistress Kim surmised, this uncomfortable freedom and limited power would nudge Scott's subconscious to desire the role of complete servitude that much more.

Scott still had not seen Charlotte, but figured that she was in some unlit part of the playroom. After satisfying their hunger, Kim directed Scott to clean and fill a few sport squirt bottles full of water. Mistress Kim went back downstairs as Scott cleaned the mess, filled the bottles, and then quickly made his way back downstairs.

With Scott upstairs, Kim quietly addressed a bound and gagged Charlotte. "I hope you are comfortable my pet. The training is proceeding as planned and more attention will be paid to you in a moment. Enjoy yourself."

When he opened the door, the entire playroom was ablaze. Stopped immediately in his tracks, Scott spied Kim standing over Charlotte who was bound to the St. Andrew's cross which was parallel and roughly three feet above the floor. Kim had her hands on her hips, speaking to her in a slightly demonstrative manner.

Charlotte's predicament became clearer once Scott was closer. Her wrists and ankles were housed in the leather cuffs connected to the cross so that she was in a spread eagle position. There were a myriad of welt marks concentrated on her thighs, stomach, and breasts. In her mouth was a standard ball gag and her lips, jaw, cheeks, and neck contained a copious amount of dried saliva. A two inch thick leather collar with the standard ring in the front as well as a ring on either side was around her neck. Her nipples were clamped. A chain connected the two clamps with a second chain running down the middle of her stomach to a clamp attached to her clit. A basic harness wrapped around her waist and also wrapped around each of her legs and across her pussy. Quickly, Scott realized that this harness held a vibrator securely in Charlotte, set on medium, causing continued stimulation that had led to multiple exhaustive orgasms.

Kim noted the astonishment in Scott's eyes and smiled approvingly. The scene presented to him was having the desired effect. Taking one of the water bottles from his hands, she put her arm around his shoulder and whispered.

"This is why you learn your place and why you stay there my dear pet. It is better to learn from someone else's errors than your own. It is my greatest hope that we will not find you in this position, but at some point in time it is the destiny of a slave to disappoint his Master."

Kim reached under the cross and began to slowly turn a crank. The cross edged upward, allowing Charlotte's prone body to become more upright. The mixed look of anguish, pain, and lust in Charlotte's eyes was unlike anything that Scott had ever encountered. He was transfixed as their Mistress casually removed the ball gag, letting a stuttering Charlotte speak.

"M-M-M-M-Mistress, I-I am s-s-sorry, so, so sorry," she managed to evoke as her jaw muscles began to comply with her need to plead.

Gently grasping Charlotte's face with her right hand, Kim said gently and matter of factly, "SHHHHHH, there, there now my pet, you need to relax."

Kim's demeanor was unfazed by Charlotte's plight. If anything, a subtle look of satisfaction shone from the stern task master's eyes. Scott remained silent, enthralled by the air of command that emanated from his Mistress.

"Here, take some water, you need it, as you have a long night ahead of you; but I promise that you will have made amends by the end of the night."

Charlotte's eyes changed from an innocent pleading to a darkened fear as she drank. Scott could only imagine the punishments that the young woman had already endured at their cruel Mistress's hands. The state of this beautiful woman's body excited the novice slave, yet he also felt a mix of relief and a gnawing desire.

Miss Charlotte would be any person's prized partner. She was intelligent, witty, and easy to be around. Her striking countenance, impossibly tight body, and divinely proportioned breasts and ass would have anyone clamoring to serve her. Yet, the quiet confidence that she carried disguised her primal need to serve. Scott identified heavily with that need as his public persona also displayed a strong, confident, and somewhat aggressive personality. He was a handsome man, well built, athletic, and intelligent. Yet, some part of him deep down longed to be on that cross.

Scott was shaken from his revelry when Mistress Kim tasked him with providing more water for a still blubbering Charlotte. At the same time, Mistress Kim focused on preparing the straps on a bench of some sort.

"Scott, Scott, uhhh, Scott, you need to help me, you need to talk to her, she has, has, well I have never faced this type of punishment. Do something to help me. I don't know how much more I can take," a desperate and nearly broken Charlotte sputtered.

Charlotte stammered with a look of true fear in her eyes. Scott, for his part, was sympathetic, but he also knew that a submissive has a safe word and she could use it at any time to halt all activities. Unfortunately, Mistress Kim had essentially deemed the use of a safe word as a death sentence. If a pet of hers used a safe word when playing with Mistress Kim directly, then he or she would immediately be ending their time with Kim.

"Miss Charlotte, you have a safe word. You can use it to end all of this if it is too much. Otherwise, I can do nothing. You, you of all people should know that I must follow orders and obey."

A resignation to her fate registered in the disheveled brunette's eyes. Her need to serve, desire to please, and previous training crystallized that her safe word was not an option and complete and utter submission was her only alternative. Moreover, Scott's acknowledgement of his boundaries and role in this scene encouraged her, as noted by her faint smile when he briefly turned away.

Kim casually sauntered over to the cross, releasing her captive's ankles and wrists. Charlotte remained in her fixed position, knowing full well that she should await instructions. Looking down to her slave's crotch, Kim turned the remote for the inserted vibrator up to high. She then released the clit clamp and a painfully throbbing surge of blood shot to Charlotte's emancipated nub, pulsing into her sex button. Kim placed her hand on Charlotte's clit and began massaging in a circular fashion, eventually coupling pleasure with the stinging pain. As Charlotte's hips began to pulse forward meeting Kim's hand, the commanding Owner spoke assuringly to her submissive.

"There you go my dear, so in need, so wanting, so desperate to cum on your Mistress's command. Am I right? Do you need to cum? Do you want to cum on your Owner's hand?"

"OHHHH, GOD, YES, PLEASE!!!!!! MISTRESS!!!!! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! LET ME CUM, MY MISTRESS!"

"Oh, but, wait, haven't you been cumming for quite a while already? You had that vibrator lodge in you all day long and I know you have been dripping uncontrollably. So, my dear one, you have cum, and might I add, without permission. Correct?"

"YES, YES, MISTRESS, I HAVE! BUT, UHHH, UHHHH, I NEED TO CUM AGAIN, PLEASE!"

Still rubbing, Kim pushed her captive a bit more. "I am confused though my dear. If you have cum so much already, then why would you need to cum some more? Maybe, HMMMMM, Maybe, it is because you are nothing more than a needy little SLUT?!? Is it because you have an insatiable appetite to serve me, be tortured by me, and you get off on that? Huh? Tell me little one, what are you? TELL ME!"