Mistress began to pace the floor surrounding slave. He could feel her close to him, her presence overwhelming him. He tried to control his breathing and shifted slightly on his buttocks feeling his penis throb with need and want. Slave could feel Mistress's gaze on him, burning him like a powerful flame. She moved gracefully but with purpose, the long legged boots visible from the corner of slave's eye. Slave could feel himself swooning under the weight of Mistress's aura. He wanted to reach out and touch her but knew that it was forbidden.
Mistress, momentarily, moved away from the space which surrounded the slave, who remained sitting cross legged on the black mat. Gliding back to his side, again slave could feel the supremacy of his Mistress. She was behind him now and stationary. He could feel the fearsome desire building in him. Anticipation filled each fibre of his body and every element of his mind. Suddenly he felt a sharp slap between his shoulder blades. The gratifying pain of the crop was his to bear, accept, appreciate and adore.
"Slave has done well with his tasks. This pleases me," Mistress spoke again, but in a slightly softer tone than before.
Slave nodded as he had been commanded to do, on previous occasions, in order to acknowledge that Mistress had spoken to him. He was never allowed to speak unless Mistress specifically requested it.
"Remove your t-shirt," she demanded, firmly.
Slave quickly removed the garment and exposed his back, chest and shoulders. Mistress moved around him dragging the tip of the crop, from the exact place where she had struck him moments before, up over his shoulder and up to the line of his jaw. When Mistress finally stopped moving the tip of the crop halted barely touching the end of slave's chin. Using the crop to manipulate her slave, Mistress allowed the tip to slide underneath his chin and then firmly lifted his head so that it would be in direct line with her stare. Slave dare not make eye contact with Mistress but found it very difficult not to catch sight of her beautiful body with his face at this angle.
"Look at me," she growled in a low voice.
Slave lifted his eyes to her, his breaths falling more shortly now, adrenaline flooding his system as his excitement and fear built up to a new high. Mistress looked down on him with a stern and hard face. Slave caught Mistress's eye and suddenly he saw the true power flash across her glinting green eyes. A wry smile crept across Mistress's dark red lips, the crop remaining under slave's chin.
"Did you carry out your tasks in order, slave?" Mistress demanded.
Slave nodded, in agreement.
"Did you change the bedding first?" She questioned, firmly.
Slave nodded, again.
"Did you trim your hair second?" This time Mistress raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Slave suddenly felt his stomach knot and a momentary wave of nausea pass over him. He realised he could have carried out the tasks in the wrong order. Mistress would be angry. Slave would be punished. This was terrible. Slave was scared. But he could not lie.
Slave, frozen on the black mat, slowly shook his head. Before he could complete his gesture Mistress had hold of his head and pushed his face towards the ground. Slave's legs were still crossed in front of him and the pressure of him being pushed forward and downward pulled at his thighs and back, but he bowed his head in shame as Mistress sucked her teeth at him in disgust.
Mistress moved round behind slave while still holding him by his collar and keeping him pushed forwards. Adeptly then she raised one of her black leather boots and rested her calf on her slave's shoulder pressing down firmly, pushing him ever further forward. Slave winced as his muscles strained under the force of his Mistress.
