A few readers have asked privately whether I would send you a copy of the Femdom Questionnaire Mistress Rhona had me fill out and which she shared with her mistress friends. That's not my call. Mistress Rhona has directed me to forward such requests to her and she will decide whether I will share my answers. She made it clear she would direct me to send it only to Mistresses to help them with ideas for things they might use with their own subs. The email address she directed me to use is Floridy@Proton.me
Mistress Jacqueline woke me the next morning, informing me it was almost eight. I was exhausted and still needing sleep. She had already been up and had just returned from the bathroom. She was still naked and I enjoyed my first real view of her naked body. Wow!
I had earlier seen her long, flaming red hair and now knew the closely-trimmed carpet did indeed match the drapes, and it was a fine carpet indeed. I have a thing for natural redheads.
Her breasts were slightly larger than medium, but firm. I suspected implants. She appeared to be about forty and beautiful and had a face actresses would kill to have. She now wore a sexy black choker. My cock began to stir and soon overtook my sleepiness.
She instructed me, "Use the bathroom and take a shower. I just had one. You need some serious cleaning. Come back quickly, but hard. You've got work to do and I don't intend to waste my time helping you get erect."
Considering how beautiful she looked, getting hard would not be a problem.
During and after my shower, I stroked my cock. Seeing Mistress Jacqueline naked except for the choker made it hard. I returned to the bedroom naked and poking out. She patted the bed to beckon me over.
"We're going to talk. Well, I'm going to talk and you're going to reply when you can."
She spread her legs and motioned me to put my mouth between her legs. I began licking and she began responding. She was somewhat damp when my tongue first reached her. She pulled me closer and my tongue went into her pussy.
"Yum." she moaned as she bucked up slightly.
"You do know that some of your cum from last night is probably still inside of me, don't you?"
She was holding my face in her crotch, so I don't believe she was asking me as much as reminding me. Another humiliation. I murmured, "Ymmmmm".
"How does it feel being a toy that one mistress can just lend out to another? And without even consulting you? And how does it feel for that new mistress to use you without even once asking you, 'What would you like to do?' or 'What's good for you?' Because, frankly, I don't care."
She forced me to deal with my humiliation. In truth, I felt both excited and embarrassed. She had correctly identified my situation and had seen my hard cock and my willingness to obey her commands, so she knew it turned me on. But it was also embarrassing and here she was literally rubbing my face in it.
She released my head and told me to lift my head and look at her. She then let her fingers take over for my tongue. Right in front of my eyes.
I hesitated a moment to process her question and then shrugged and answered. "It feels weird. It's a first for me. I never know what she's going to do to me or what she'll require of me and what she'll allow you to do. It keeps me off balance and keeps me in my place."
"You do understand that your place is between my legs, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Jacqueline."
"How do you feel about that?"
"That's the way it should be. I'm the sub and you're the Mistress. My desires aren't important."
"What if I want to hurt you? Your ass is already pink and your cock and body are covered in writing. Do you want your ass even redder? You already know I'm not above smacking your balls when you're disobedient. I enjoy your pain, and that's whether you've disobeyed me or not. What kind of slut does that?"
"A lowly slut, Mistress Jacqueline. I am yours to use or abuse until I get back to Mistress Rhona. I don't enjoy pain, but accept that's it's your right to take your pleasure even it does include some pain for me. Knowing that you might hurt me, both scares and excites me, but it's your call."
"We agree on that. Sit up."
I obeyed. I wasn't going to give her an excuse to actually punish me. But it turned out she wasn't waiting for an excuse. As soon as I sat up, she reached around me and grabbed my nipples, holding them between her fingers and twisting. At first she wasn't too hard on them, but soon changed. It was too much! And yet she continued.
And then, just as abruptly as she began, she stopped. I wanted to reach out and massage my nipples, but didn't want to displease her. They were going to be bruised for a while. But they were also hard from the excitement of being in her control.
She was treating me as much as a possession as a real person. I was mostly just a possession to these mistresses, the exception being Mistress Rhona. Though she treated me as her toy, she also treated me as her equal in things non-sexual.
"Now, put your head back down and lick me to orgasm. Quickly."
I returned to my task from before and immediately noticed she was even wetter after abusing me.
I leaned in and began licking her clit and inserted my tongue deep inside her pussy. I began tongue-fucking her deeply in and out. She responded with yips and little screams. I paid attention to her body and her sounds as she became caught up in her passion. She got louder and louder, bucking against me and obviously heading toward an eruption. She grabbed my head in her hands and pushed me in deeper.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck me, you fucking bastard! Harder!"
Soon after, her body stiffened and she held me against her. It seemed like that went on forever. She eventually shuddered in one big final spasm and then abruptly pushed me away and to the side.
She had thoroughly used me. She seemed pleased she could do that and not have to show any concern about my pleasures at all. She could take with impunity and not reciprocate in any fashion whatsoever. I was nothing more than a tool for her pleasure.
Damn, it must be good to be a mistress.
Soon after she relaxed, she said, "It's almost time for you to go. But before you leave, I need to get you ready."
"I thought my clothes weren't here."
"They're not, but you don't need to worry about that. Mistress Rhona has made up her mind about that. Besides, there's been a slight change of plans. Mistress Rhona isn't coming here. I'm taking you to her. You're meeting her at a restaurant for lunch."
"Without clothes? What kind of restaurant is this?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head over that. You won't being seeing anything anyway. You'll have your blindfold back on."
"But I can't go into a restaurant without clothes on!"
My plans for this visit didn't include being arrested for public nudity. I had been exposed outside last night, but that was when it was dark. And even earlier, inside but that was in front of consenting adults. Embarrassing, but not legally risky.
