Melanies Awakening Pt 01

Melanie Meets Mistress Dee for the first time. She is quickly drawn into this new world and willingly falls under the spell of her dominatrix.

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Sweat was pouring down Mel's face and she could feel her body tremble as she prepared for the next stroke. But she had to call for it first. Taking a deep breath, and drawing strength from it, she whimpered "Three. Thank you, Mistress. Please cane me again."

She knew the next one would be equally unpleasant and prepared herself to call out her safeword. She was acutely aware of the tap, tap, tap, as her Mistress took aim and shuddered with emotion, readying herself. She took a deep breath, heard the cane swoosh through the air and heard the cracckkk as it struck, before the now familiar white lightning flashed through her brain once again and the sensation of fire flashed through her buttocks. Raging hot, somewhat bruised and rather striped buttocks. She was approaching the conclusion of her visit to her Mistress's dungeon.

"Nggaahhh!" she shrieked, absorbing the pain... and the pleasure. The deep, secret pleasure of submitting to this powerful dominatrix to receive her discipline. Naked and securely bound to the caning bench, bottom raised, legs parted, arms restrained, all she could do was revel in her predicament and accept her self-imposed fate. But she still had her safeword, and she intended to use it before the end, because she had a plan.

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"Daddy, I couldn't find any spare razor blades in the bathroom cupboard. Do you have any in your room?" Melanie called down to her step-father. She had just come in from her bi-weekly five mile jog and was much in need of a shower. Wrapped only in a skimpy towel, she guessed he hadn't heard her and set off down the stairs to find him.

Rob Olsen lifted his head as Mel entered the kitchen and beamed with delight as he saw her.

"Hello darling. Just in from your run? How was it?" he asked, his eyes trailing over his daughter - technically not his own but it was sixteen years since she came into his life as a toddler and he always just thought of her as his own. Her mother had been an eastern beauty who he had met in his younger days in the far east, married and eventually brought back to Europe, having made a pile of money on the markets there. Although just pushing forty, he no longer needed to work but he kept an interest in his stocks and shares and made more in a year than he spent.

"It was great. I found a new route today and it took me longer than usual. I went up that lane, I've forgotten its name, the one with all the big houses on the right and the field on the left. When I got to the end of the lane, there was nowhere to go from there. The fields are all fenced off and I didn't want to find myself running away from cows if I went into the field."

"A wise decision, that." Rob agreed with his daughter, laughing at the thought.

"Did you see anything of interest on this new route?" he asked.

"Actually, yes daddy. It was really weird. As I passed the gates of the last house on that lane, I thought I glimpsed someone in the garden. in fact it seemed like there were two. A man and a young woman. I could have sworn they were naked, but it was just a quick glimpse and then I was past."

"Naked! Really, Mel?"

"Well, you know, when I worked out there was no way forward, I had to return down the lane and I ran as slowly as I could, checking through the gates as I went by. I didn't see them again. Maybe it was just my imagination."

"So, you like to imagine naked people as you go jogging, is that it?" Rob teased his daughter. "Not a bad incentive to go running, eh?"

Mel started to blush. Through her oriental skin it looked adorable and Rob's pulse rose as he gazed at her. She looked just like her mother had, slim and fit, five foot six and well proportioned, with her 35B breasts. Rob knew that as he was the one who sometimes was asked to buy clothes for her. Right now, those breasts were straining the little towel that covered them and as she stood straighter, the towel parted across her thighs and he got a flash of pussy. Bare pussy. Hairless pussy, but stubble beginning to grow. A flash was all he needed to take all that in.

Mel noticed the direction of his gaze and gave a knowing smile. She knew he lusted after her and she loved to tease him, confident that she was safe with him and he would never molest her - not without her consent anyway. Now that she had just turned nineteen, she was taking control of the relationship and was very much in charge of what went on in the house.

Rob seemed very content to have conceded control over to his daughter and meekly accepted that he was unlikely to ever get it back. Not with this girl, anyway. But that suited him fine. Basically, Rob was a submissive. In her, he recognised a growing confidence and dominance since leaving school. And brazenness. He admitted to himself that he was a little in love with the girl.

"I came down to ask if you had any spare razors, daddy." Mel brought his thoughts back to the present. "I'm going to have a shower and I want to shave." She said to him, watching gleefully as his colour rose and he glanced once more at the teasing parting in the towel.

"As it happens, I bought some today, but the shopping is still in the car. I'll go and fetch them for you." Rob looked for his car keys as his daughter went upstairs again to the bathroom, calling for him to bring the razors to her when he found them.

Rob hesitated outside the door, but it was ajar, as if in invitation for him to enter so he gently prised it further open. The sound of running water and steam on the glass shower wall informed him that she had already started her ablutions, and he called out in a hoarse shout.

"Here's your razor darling. I've fitted the new head onto it for you. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Mel looked round the side of the see-through shower wall, pressing her body against it, knowing that Rob would be able to see her naked breasts flattened against the glass.

"Thank you, daddy." She said, looking him in the eye as she stepped out from behind the wall and reached for the razor in his hand. Her heart was pumping and she could feel her nipples tightening at the thrill of exposing herself to him.

"I'm going to shave myself now, so I don't think there is much more for you to do. Unless you want to watch?" Looking at him with a saucy grin.

Rob's eyes drifted down and stopped in wonder at the sight of her thick, stiff nipples pointing upwards from her round, conical breasts. And then further, to her perfect navel and beyond to her naked vulva, almost hairless, at the juncture of her slightly spread thighs. He could clearly see the cleft of her pussy and the pair of outer lips pouting below the prominent mons.

God, she looks so much like her mother, and behaves just as naughtily! What she needs is a damned good spanking!

This wasn't the first time she had done this. It was becoming more and more frequent in fact, and Rob never tired of her game. He knew she was taunting him. She knew that he would very likely masturbate that night thinking about the vision she had allowed him. That was fine. All building up towards her plan. She wanted to dominate him and she wanted him to be compliant to that. She had found the file in his computer and knew what he evidently fantasised about. At first she had been shocked, but that quickly developed into curiosity and then titillation, and now a growing hunger. She wasn't going to let him know that though. Not yet at least.

She enjoyed displaying herself naked in front of him, making him want her, knowing he won't get her. He had even tried reciprocating sometimes, walking through the house in the nude, timing it so that that she would catch him. Twice now, she had caught him and looked at him wordlessly in such a way that his cock had begun to harden. He was thrilled and embarrassed at the same time standing there being scrutinised by his daughter, as he allowed it to come to full erection under her gaze. But they never broke the 'look but don't touch' rule. There was a simmering sexual tension which she fed on, learning as much as she could from his openness to discussing all sorts of topics with her over dinner, or later in his den.

Three days later, she took the same jogging route but this time, as she approached the gates between the high stone walls of the last house on the right, she slowed down to a walk and stopped outside the gates. Ostensibly, taking a breather, bent over with her hands on her knees, she surreptitiously looked beyond the gates. Nobody. She was disappointed and moved closer, to widen the angle of her sight into the garden. Still nobody.

Without warning, there was a hum and the gates began to open, sliding behind the wall. Jenny was frightened. Had she set that off herself by getting too close to them? And then a soothing female voice came from above her head, a speaker on top of one of the gateposts.

"You may enter, if you wish. Yes, that's right. You. Jogging girl!" The voice said, and Mel found herself walking into the garden.

"Come to the front door." The voice oozed. "I would like to meet you."

Mel was astounded. She looked over her shoulder and noticed a cctv camera concealed high on the gatepost, one pointing into the property and another directed at the road outside the gate. Obviously, she had been seen by the house owner. She walked up the curving drive, past a sloping lawn and a rhododendron bush which hid the house from the gate and approached the door of the house.

As she reached up to press the bell, the door opened and Jenny gulped and took a pace backwards. A girl about her own age stood at the door, holding it open invitingly, motioning with her hand that Jenny should enter. What had surprised Mel was that the girl was naked. Naked apart from a very tiny black leather g-string and a matching bra. It was a peephole bra, and the girls nipples poked out of the holes shamelessly. There was also a steel contraption around the girl's face, holding her jaws apart so that she was unable to speak or to close her mouth.

Mel's pussy nearly exploded. She was instantly aroused, and her breath was coming in short pants. She had never felt so horny so quickly in all her life. Part of the pleasure that she felt when she teased Rob with her naked displays and sometimes outrageous conversations with him was the fact that Mel found girls so much more attractive than boys. She enjoyed her power over Rob, enjoying the lust she knew he held for her. She was sexually adventurous and usually led the bedroom games she played with her girlfriends but also allowed them to take control sometimes.

She had not tried any BDSM games, that this girl in front of her seemed to be into, but she had enjoyed both giving and receiving spankings with her girlfriends, thrilling to the sting, and the heated glow of burning buttocks afterwards. Her interest in this was enhanced from her investigations into Robs special file. He was no stranger to the kinkier games people play, she knew, and had also surmised that he was more likely to receive than to deliver. For herself, she enjoyed both the dominant and submissive sides of life. Now, here she was, presented with this incredible, clearly submissive young woman at a stranger's door.

Obviously this one isn't the one who just spoke to me. She can't speak at all with that contraption in her mouth.

She followed the girl into a large lounge on the right. There, once again she gasped and stood fixed to the spot, gazing at another incredible vision. A woman, probably around five foot ten tall, wearing thigh-length high heeled boots which raised her more than six inches above Mel's eyeline. She had to look up, and as she did so, she took in the woman's slim yet rounded figure, studded leather costume, effectively a corset and g-string. A dominatrix outfit to meet all Mel's fantasies, and here was this woman wearing it, glaring down at her. Mel's submissive side came to the fore before this woman.

"So! You came back. I saw you a few days ago, loitering outside my gates. I think perhaps you saw something you shouldn't have and now you have come back for more. Am I right, young lady?" The voice was mellifluous yet demanded attention, and Mel was already falling under its spell. She knew she was the trespasser and felt she must comply with the authoritative woman whose land she was on.

"Yes, madam. I'm sorry. This is just the second time I have been up this lane. How did you recognise me?"

"Yes, well, as you saw, I have cctv on constant alert to all movement outside my property and it stores the recordings for me to review later. You must know that a girl with your looks is easy to remember. I recognised you immediately this afternoon. You seemed interested in what lies beyond my gate, so I have invited you into my house for a chat. Would you like to stay? My maid will bring us some tea."

Spellbound, and unresisting, Mel took a seat. She was too stunned to even mention the unusual clothing her hostess and her maid were wearing. She was attentive as the lady talked to her, asking a few questions, but learning more from keeping silent. She was in the domain of a dominatrix. That was no surprise. What surprised her more was her own reaction to this. She had never before been so close to this lifestyle, yet it seemed like the most natural thing in the world as she listened to the lady.

It didn't take long for her to divulge the details of her own life. Born in the East. Single mother, who married a European man. Moved to Europe. Mother died four years ago. Living with step-dad - happily. Taking a year out after school. Not a virgin but prefer girls. Not shocked to be in the company of a dominatrix - in fact, rather excited by it.

"Oh really? Excited? Does that mean you would like to submit to me, or would you prefer to dominate my maid, Mel? Both are possible here in my house, you know." The lady smiled confidently across at Mel, whose pulse rate took another leap.

"Submit to you? What would I have to do? What would you do to me? I don't even know your name or what to call you." Mel stuttered. The heat in her cheeks was obvious to her and her throat was deeply flushed, giving the game away to the stern-looking lady opposite her. It hadn't occurred to her to ask about taking the dominant role.

"Well, the first thing is that you have earned punishment. Young ladies shouldn't stare through gates into unknown properties without expecting some form of come-back. It is your misfortune, or not, that it was my property that you chose to spy on. I therefore deem it necessary and desirable to award you punishment. I hope you will agree to accept it. There is no obligation to do so, not at such an early stage in our relationship, but if you do, it will be on my terms. Do you understand, Mel?"

"Yes, I do. I know it was wrong of me. I apologise." Was all Mel could think of as this devastating information was slowly sinking in. it wasn't just the information - it was the whole notion that from innocent mid-day jogger, she had so quickly become embroiled in this weird situation. She wasn't averse to it.

"To answer another of your questions, you would call me 'Mistress'. You may refer to me as Mistress Dee."

There was a pause as the lady looked at her, clearly awaiting a response.

"Ah, erg, yes, thank you, um, Mistress." Mel felt a fool as she stuttered out the unfamiliar title, but as she did so, she felt a slow melting in her loins. She realised this was turning her on. She found herself a little breathless as it dawned on her that she was on the brink of a wholly new type of experience.

This lady is a true dominatrix, and she is seducing me. And I think I like it. In fact, I know I do. Do I want to follow this through a bit more? Absolutely!

"Good, Mel. You call me Mistress. I hope you will grow used to that. The next thing is that you would need to request an appointment to receive your punishment. My time is often accounted for, one way or another, and I am not always available to mete out the necessary treatment of naughty boys and girls. Everyone must wait their turn."

"Yes, Mistress. I understand. Of course."

So, I would actually have to ask her to punish me. This is getting deeper.

"Of course? Indeed, Mel. I think you do get it. When you make that call, you will be the architect of your own submission, calling to beg for your punishment. Does that give you cause for reconsideration? You have already confessed that you have done wrong. You know that you have earned punishment, and indeed, I have already awarded it. All that remains is for you to go home and give the matter some serious thought."

"But you have not told me what the punishment would be, Mistress. Please give me some idea of what you would have me submit to."

Mistress Dee looked sternly at the girl seated opposite her. "I will not describe in detail what your punishment will be, but you should understand that your bottom will be spanked, you will be placed in bondage and you will be beaten with a number of implements, culminating with the cane. Have you been caned before, Mel?"

Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum. I already know how much I enjoy a spanking, but now she wants to cane me. It happened three times at school and although it hurt, and I felt humiliated, it also made me horny. Oh god, and now she's looking at me and I can't stop blushing. She knows I want to do it. And the tea has made me want to pee.

Mel took a deep breath to settle her nerves and to try to calm down. Then, taking courage from another deep breath she looked at Mistress Dee directly in the eye and spoke.

"Mistress Dee. I don't know what to say. This is all very sudden and I'm completely unprepared. Yes, I was caned at school and it wasn't too terrible. The headmistress let us keep our knickers on and we only got three or six strokes each time. But, I have to tell you that, although it scares me, I feel the need to obey you. I just need more time to absorb what you have told me. May I ask for a few days to think about it?"

"Of course, my dear. Take all the time you need. I will await your phone call should you decide to visit me again. If you do, you know you will be submitting to my instruments of punishment. You were correct when you thought you had seen people in my garden the other day. A father and daughter, requesting that they should be punished together can you believe! Their appointment commenced in the garden before moving indoors for the more serious games. And yes, they were naked in the garden. Everybody who submits to me does so in a state of undress, as will you, Melanie. Maria will give you my card as you leave. You may telephone me during the morning, between ten and twelve. You have three days to do so before I double your punishment. But Mel, be sure of what you want!"

Mel was permitted to use the toilet before leaving and was not surprised to find her panties soaking wet with the fruits of her arousal. As Maria, the maid, held the door for her, she whispered to the girl, "Are you okay with all this? Are you here because you want to be?"

Maria simply winked and gave the 'all good' sign with forefinger and thumb. Jogging gently home, Mel had much to think about. It was Tuesday afternoon. She had three days.

"Daddy, have you ever visited a dominatrix?" Mel started one of her 'outrageous' conversations over dinner. She often asked crazy questions, random topics but reasonably often about sex-related matters too. Rob wasn't surprised by much, and over the past year or so he had enjoyed these conversations, guiding his daughter and advising her on matters of the heart, and body. But this one threw him, because in fact he had succumbed to his submissive nature more than once. It was how he met his wife. He just didn't really want it to be known how much he had enjoyed the experiences he had gone through. But now the cat was about to escape the bag.