"Ding!"
Adam quickly checked his email. He used to jokingly refer to his phone as his electronic leash. Until his wife had transformed into Mistress Kristen, he never knew how accurate that term was. The email was not from Kristen however. This was from her new friend, Mistress Katie.
"Pig, it is time for me to collect on My bet. Tonight you are my prisoner. Leave work immediately. Ring the doorbell twice, and then enter. You will see a hood and a pair of handcuffs, put them both on and kneel on the floor." She followed with her address.
Adam felt a little guilty leaving work early, but he did as ordered. On the way over there, he thought of his last encounter with Mistress Katie. He had cost his wife a bet with Mistress Katie, now Mistress Katie had him for the night. His wife was relatively new to D/s, but it seemed that Mistress Katie had been doing it a lot longer.
He arrived at Mistress Katie's house, rang the doorbell twice and entered. He saw the black leather hood and handcuffs laid out on a small table. He put them on and knelt in the foyer. He waited for what seemed like an eternity. He frequently thought of Mistress Katie. She was a bit older and had long, luxurious, wavy red hair and crimson lips. She was a bit shorter than his wife, probably around 5'5, but had considerably more curves.
He finally heard her enter. The distinctive click of heels on hardwood seemed threatening rather than arousing this time. He heard her circle him two or three times before a hand jerked upwardly on his cuffs. "Up!" She barked.
Adam quickly rose and was led by the wrists into Mistress Katie's basement. Again, she circled him a few times, doing nothing, but letting him hear her heels click on the floor. Adam didn't know what would be worse torture, his evening or this anticipation.
"Hands behind your head prisoner" Mistress Katie commanded. He brought his hands behind his hooded head. "Welcome to My prison," she started. "I make all the rules. You will obey or be severely punished. Ever been to prison pig?"
"No Ma'am"
"Well, the first thing that happens in prison is a search." Mistress Katie began roughly patting him down police style. She immediately grabbed his belt. "What the fuck is this? You are not allowed belts in prison."
"Yes Ma'am." With that she unbuckled his belt and quickly jerked it out, the tip slapping against each belt loop. She unbuttoned his khakis and dropped his pants and boxers. He felt the cool air tickling his buttocks.
WHACK! Mistress Katie brought the doubled leather belt across Adam's ass. He instinctively tried to bring his cuffed hands down to protect himself. Before he could catch himself, Mistress Katie noticed. "Ah, Ah, Ah," she scolded. "Has Mistress Kristen taught you nothing? Pigs like you can't protect themselves. Now keep your hands behind your head prisoner!"
"Yes Ma'am"
Adam flinched as Mistress Katie brought the belt across his ass cheeks again. "Be still prisoner", she sternly warned as she strapped him three more times. Adam felt his ass heating up after these belt strokes. "We can move on after you take a couple of strokes without flinching." Mistress Katie taunted. Adam tensed his body, determined not to flinch. After flinching for six more strokes, Adam was finally able to remain still.
"Normally, I'd let you acclimate a little more, get used to what it's like being my prisoner, but since I only have you for the evening, we'll move on to the interrogation." Adam swallowed hard at the word "interrogation".
Mistress Katie removed Adam's shoes, pants and boxers. She unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on."Lie down, on your back." Mistress Katie ordered. As Adam lay down, the chill from the cold cement floor spread through his body. Then he felt his handcuffs secured to the floor and his ankles locked in place.
The hood was quickly jerked off and Adam squinted at the harsh overhead lights bearing down on his face. As his eyes began to readjust to the glare of the light, Mistress Katie came into view towering over him. She wore a white blouse, skin tight leather leggings and black leather stiletto boots that came just below the knee. She stared down at him, waiting for his eyes to focus.
"There are things that I want to know about you pig, and being the worthless piece of shit that you are, I don't trust a word that comes out of your little piggy mouth." She stood with her hands on her hips and prodded Adam's mouth with her spiked heel. Adam tasted the dust on her heel as the 4 inch heel was pressed into his mouth. Adam wrapped his lips around the heel as she withdrew it.
Mistress Katie scoffed at this. "Looks like you're used to having things in your mouth. Have you ever sucked a cock?"
