~ If anyone saw her they would think she was only a Mistress and never a slave to another. ~
As she stood viewing herself in her black outfit consisting of a mesh/solid skintight sleeveless shirt and tight soft leather flare pants. Spike heal boot on to add just that few inches of height. Rich strawberry-blond hair gelled back into a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She'd done her make-up skillfully, black of course to match her outfit even her nails. Yet, lips left alone with only a soft hint of gloss noticeable. She smiles softly as she puts on her first and only black leather slave collar. Taking one last look at herself in a full-length mirror she grabs her duster and leaves the house.
She was headed to a party that like always was held at a friend's bar for Masters and Mistresses along with their slaves to meet, talk, and have some fun. This time would be different, no search for a new slave to teach, fellow Master to help out, or even playing with her own pair of slave boys. She was off to meet a very special person, for which she had stayed away from far too long. It would be a first for everyone there to meet this Master.
A little nervous but extremely excited she throws her cape around her shoulders letting it hide her lovely outfit and walks in. Everyone looks at her except one person, the one she wishes to talk to. As she moves toward the person, fellow Masters greet her and their slaves smile and bow their heads in greeting. One new slave bolts in front of her and bows.
"Please Mistress, if it pleases you, I'd like to be with you tonight."
Smiling softly at the slave's boldness she looks toward the Master that the slave belonged to. A look of displeasure crossed her lovely face.
"Come back here little one," Barks the slave's Master.
~ All knew that she was glad to help if things needed to be worked on or talked out. ~
Very few noticed the collar on her neck. She finally got to the person, which she knew so well. He had turned toward her and stood. All watched amazed as she knelt down onto her left knee.
Head and eyes lowered. "Greetings My Lord," she said respectfully.
Everything and everyone was silent. The Mistress they knew was a slave to another! They all watched.
He spoke, "It's been a long time little one."
"Yes My Lord it has been much too long." She replied softly.
Running his hand along her check he lifts her chin and she rises. Head once again held high but eyes just slightly lowered.
"Come sit my little one. We have much to talk about"
"Indeed we do My Lord," she smiled softly.
He returns to his seat and she sits on his right.
"I see you still have your collar little one." He says tracing it with his fingers.
"Of course, Mistress or not to others, I am still yours My Lord. No other will be able to deal with me." She smiles softly.
"So true my little one. So what is it that is bothering you?" He runs his hand along her back.
"I've become restless with dealing with slaves of other Masters and along with my slaves as well," she sighs.
Just then a girl walks in and noise erupts. A healing gash is seen on her arm. The Mistress looks at her then mumbles to her Lord.
"I regret that. She ticked me off good, just a couple of nights ago. She tried to get me to switch roles with her."
The Lord looks at her sternly, "Did you two agree to switch roles?"
"No My Lord it was agreed that she would stay slave. I quit right after I snapped and hit her way harder then I ever intended. Took care of the cut and told her to finish cleaning herself up and to leave me be."
The Lord nods when the girl walks up. She gave the Lord a puzzled look then with a quick bow spoke to his slave.
"Forgive me Mistress for going out of bounds" and left.
The Mistress looked after her pitifully as another Master hugged the injured slave.
"I'm surprised she came up to me. Such a brave girl she is."
The Lord smiles, "She reminds me of you my little one. Head strong and testing the limits."
The Mistress could only smile.
Getting up, "Come little one, we have business to attend to."
She follows just a step behind as they leave. Together once again Lord and slave off for a night of enjoyable passion and reminder of old lessons.
She followed her Lord's car that night to his new place. A little scared on what punishment she will be faced with for hurting the slave, though it doesn't fully matter because she knows she earned whatever he does to her. With a sigh she pulls into his driveway.
Her Lord walks over to the car and opens the door. Speaking in a calm commanding voice, "We have a long night ahead of us little one."
Turning off the car she gets out. They walk up to the townhouse in the community. Walking in a soft smell of cigarette smoke reaches her nose. The furniture is simple: A painting table for minis, a couple of chairs, and a TV in the corner, a kitchen to the right, and stairs just in front.
She pauses at the stairs enjoying the fact she is back with her Lord as he continues up.
"Hurry up little one, do not make me wait." comes his hardening voice.
Going up the stairs she finds him waiting at the bedroom door. Bowing her head she removes her cape and leaves it at the door as she walks in. Noticing immediately the king size bed with restraints on the posts, then the Saint Andrew's Cross to the left of the bed and to the right a night stand with scented oils and lubes set out on it along with a four drawer dresser also with who knows what hidden in the drawers, and a small closet in the corner most likely, hiding an array of outfits for her to one-day wear.
"Take off your clothes little one and show me what is rightfully mine." He commands.
Moving to the night stand she removes her heeled boots, her toes painted black. Then goes her shirt with her boobs bouncing free, nipples erect and hard. Before she gets her hands on her belt her Lord is removing it for her.
"Nice flat leather belt my pet. It will serve well in punishing you. Now finish getting your pants off and lay rear up on the bed." He says moving back, no smile on his face.
As she removes her pants and her rear is shown along with a trimmed cunt. His smile is seen.
"Such a well minded slave. Remembering well how to present my body and keep it healthy." comes his approval.
"Of course my Lord, it has always been your body and I have always cared for it to keep it how you like." Comes her voice; unwavering but not bold like her Mistress self.
With that she lays down with her plump ass face up. Her Lord moves around putting on the restraints so she can not free herself. He then takes the belt folding it in half and snaps it finding it is nice and supple.
"Your belt is nice pet, I wonder why?" he asks calmly already aware of why.
"I've used that belt on my slaves my Lord" she replies calmly.
"That's easy to tell pet, now it is going to be used on you." He says as the belt whistles in the air before coming down hard on her ass.
She cries out as the belt hits. Immediately a red welt forms where the belt struck her white ass.
"One my Lord." she says her voice tearful.
There is no resentment on his face as he strikes her ten more time just as hard.
She chokes out the last hit, "Eleven my Lord"
He doesn't swing again, asking curiously, "Will you hurt your slave like that again?"
"Noo... my Lord... I'll never strike my... or any slave... like that again." said his pet. Weak with tears she cries hard but doesn't ask for him to stop.
His hand touched her face and concern can be seen on his.
"Your ass is so nice and red little one." He says in a calm tone.
He grabs some oil off the night stand and slowly rubs it onto her sore cheeks. She jerks to the cold oil then relaxes. After a few moments he releases the restraints and has her stand on the Saint Andrew's Cross.
"Raise your arms pet." He orders softly.
When she raises her hands he locks them into wool lined restraints. He then moves her feet out into restraints that are on the bottom bar. She is now balanced on the balls of her feet. Her Lord then moves and pulls a blindfold out of the dresser. Once secured over her eyes. He is ready yet again to spank her ass. Folding the belt in half he swings the leather kissing her ass hard.
"One my Lord," She cries softly.
Beginning the assault again he watches as her cum starts running down her legs. He wants badly to take her and please her but the punishment must come first.
"Thirty my Lord," she cries, arms strained from hanging.
He removes the blindfold to see her eyes puffy and red from tears, her mascara running down her face. No anger toward him from his harsh punishment just love and trust. He moves to the bed and sits.