"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"
