The night after Rick turned the tables on me, taking me forcefully, almost violently in his office after hours, I lay in bed wondering what the hell had happened to me over the past few weeks. I was no longer the sweet, gentle girl that everyone loved, at least not behind closed doors. As much as I found what Rick had done to me thrilling, I no longer had the need to be controlled that had dominated so many of my previous sexual relationships. I had found the lead up to Rick's actions to be heady, erotic and empowering. I liked being in charge. More than that, it obsessed me, compelled me, and made me feel complete, as corny as that sounded. I was meant to be more. I was meant to break Rick. At that moment I was immensely grateful that my boss, the alpha male at work, had pushed me passed my limits. There was no longer anything holding me back. I was ready. With that thought, I fell asleep with a sense of strength and peace. I felt reborn.
Awakening Saturday morning I created a shopping list for myself, then sent a text to Rick telling him to be at my house by 7 pm that night. By 4 pm I had arrived back home, several paper shopping bags in hand. Setting my new purchases out on my bed, I quickly undressed and headed into the bathroom for a long, steamy bath as I planned out the evening's events. I chose to eat simply – a fruit smoothie with a little protein powder thrown in – and took a very long time getting dressed. I wanted every detail to be perfect. I realized as I wrapped myself in my favourite black silk robe that I had never felt sexier, or more powerful. The person looking out at me from the mirror was radiant, confident, sexy and yes, a little bit dangerous. I quite liked her. I liked me.
The doorbell rang. Picking up a sturdy, black dog leash from the selection of purchases I'd made that day, I strode purposefully from my bedroom to the door, the heels of my knee high boots clicking on the tile, belying my new authority over myself. I opened the door, greeted by a smiling Rick bearing flowers and a bottle of wine. "Good evening Ma'am. May I come in?" I took the flowers and thanked him, placing them on the hall table, along with the wine.
"Stay there. Don't come in any further until you've undressed. All the way. Don't dawdle." I smiled to myself, my choice of language reminding me of a strict school teacher. The potential in that made me shiver as I watched Rick disrobe in my hallway. When the final pieces of clothing lay strewn on the floor, I put the first piece of my plan into action. "Please get on your hands and knees." Rick did so obediently, giving me a look of clear shock as I leaned over him, snapping the collar of the dog leash firmly in place around his neck. "Come. Do not look at me." I strode ahead, pulling on the leash when Rick didn't crawl quickly enough. Reaching the doorway to my room, I unfastened the leash. "Get on the bed and stay on your hands and knees."
I could feel my nipples hardening behind the leather bustier I'd purchased that afternoon. The excitement of degrading Rick in this manner was driving me past a point of no return and I longed to break him quickly. Taking a deep breath I attempted to control my impulse and instead tossed the leash down on the bedroom floor. Picking up yet another new accessory, I flexed the black belt strap back and forth in my hand, running my fingers over the tip where solid acrylic had been inserted under the leather, making it a harder, more painful tool for discipline.
"There are going to be some changes Rick." I spoke quietly, forcing him to strain to hear me. "From now on, outside of work you will refer to me as Mistress. You will walk behind me unless I ask you to join me. You will not touch me unless I instruct you to do so. And when I punish you, you will thank you. Do you understand?
"Yes Ma'am," Rick answered obediently, to which I responded with a sharp crack of the belt against his tight ass. He cried out loudly, then quickly added, "I mean, Yes Mistress."
