The day after my initiation I was miserable. Fortunately it was a Saturday so I didn't have to go to work, but I DID have to go to the store. As if walking alone wasn't hard enough, sitting in the hot car seat was pure misery. I was wearing a short skirt with no panties as commanded by my new mistress. I was not allowed to remove my collar, so I had the new experience of having people staring at me. My low cut top was worn without a bra and my nipples poked against the thin garment. I looked and felt like a slut.
When I returned home, I carried the groceries into the house and set them on the kitchen table. Then I went back by the door and disrobed, since Mistress commanded that I be nude at all times unless given permission to dress. Mistress was sitting on the leather sofa with a displeased look on her face. "Is something wrong, Mistress?" I asked her, feeling a little bit nervous and intimidated by that look.
"Put the groceries away, Pet, then return to me," she said. I quickly put everything away and went to kneel at her feet. Had I done something wrong? I felt guilty as heck but I wasn't sure how I had offended her. She wasn't helping matters with the cool way she looked at me, as if I were a disappointing child and she was the aggrieved parent. Her look was stern. I tried not to squirm as she stared at me, but even though I had no idea what I had done wrong, I knew I was in trouble.
"What are you supposed to do when you walk through the door, Pet?" she asked.
"Disrobe, Mistress," I answered. "But I had groceries in my hand..."
"So that gives you the right to defy my direct order?"
I swallowed and looked down. Frankly I hadn't even thought about it until after I put the groceries on the table.
"Go get the paddle, Pet. You need to be punished." Her voice was resolute. There wasn't any arguing with her, but I wanted to try for leniency.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," I say in as contrite a manner as possible. "I wasn't thinking that the few steps to the table with my hands full would have been a problem."
"It might not have been had you asked," she said evenly. "But now your refusal to obey me a second time has just doubled your punishment. Care to double it again, or are you going for the paddle now?"
I stood up and immediately walked to the bedroom where the paddle was kept. I was still in pain for the harsh spanking I had received the night before when I was initiated. The thought of more punishment to my welt covered bottom had me literally shaking. Still, I didn't dare disobey Mistress, or it would get a LOT worse.
When I brought her the paddle, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my roughly over her lap. There would be no warm up. This was punishment. I screamed as the hard leather paddle slammed into my already pained ass. By the fifth swat, I was in tears. She held me over one knee and trapped my legs with her leg. I tried not to struggle as she showed no mercy whatever for my pain. By the tenth hard swat I was promising to be good between choked sobs. She told me to shut up and take the punishment I deserved. The paddle burned into my rump another ten times before she finally let me go.
"When I give you an order, you obey me, Pet," she said. "You disappoint me. Tonight you will learn discipline."
I lay on the floor sobbing, rubbing my burning rump. I could only imagine what was in store for me tonight. I was there for about three or four minutes when Mistress said, "Come, Pet. On your hands and knees." She headed off toward the bedroom, not looking back at me. I went to the bedroom on all fours with my crimson locks hanging down, plastered to my face by tears. I knew I needed to be broken to be a good sub, and I knew it was going to be rough.
When I got to the bedroom, Mistress put on her strappy, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to my knees. "Suck it, Pet," she said. "Get it very wet." I knew what that meant. I slobbered over that latex dick lick it was my long lost love. Mistress had decided that any hard spanking should be followed with an equally dramatic session of anal sex. Previous to meeting Tiffany I had rarely given up that pleasure to anyone, and then only after lots of foreplay and a considerable amount of alcohol. Now I was hers, and any portion of my body was to be available for her use at all times.
When the strappy we wet with my saliva, Mistress pulled it out of my mouth, slapped my face with it and pointed to the bed. "Knees, Pet," she said. I climbed onto the middle of the bed and stood on my knees. She climbed up on the bed behind me. "Give me your hands," she commanded. When I complied she strapped the leather wrist cuffs on me and snapped them together. She put one hand under my hip and pushed me down with the other. My face was on the mattress, turned sideways and my shoulders were almost touching.
I felt her knees push mine wider. There was pressure against my anus as the blunt tip of the strappy pushed against the muscle. Then her hand was gripping my hair. She jerked my head back and entered me at the same time. I cried out from both actions. She pulled back slightly and pushed in deeper. After repeating this action a couple of times, she had the latex dong buried in my rectum.
"Work it, Pet," she commanded. I was forced to use my hips to pull away then push back onto the strappy. I felt her grip my hair. "Harder!" she commanded. I cried out as I pushed back against her. Her pelvis spanked against my ass as she pumped into me roughly, with me slamming into her equally as hard. Mistress pinched my left nipple with her free hand and then raked her nails over my abdomen. When she came to my clit the sensations made me cry out. She rubbed it gently, all the time telling me what a fine proper slut I was becoming.
I begged to cum and surprisingly, she let me. It didn't matter to her. She wasn't even close to being finished. I cried out and squirmed on the fake dick but her efforts didn't slow at all. When I was done she rolled over and told me to ride her. I climbed up and lowered myself on her, taking the strappy again into my ass. I rode her slow at first, then fast. Then slow. She rubbed my clit while I rode the strappy, and I came twice more.
After that we rested, in the spoon position, with the strappy still in my ass. It was really beginning to throb. Unlike a real dick the strappy never got soft. We rested in the spoon position far a few minutes and then she rolled me over on my stomach with her on top of me. "We're going to a party tonight," she said as she stroked that latex dong into my throbbing ass. It's in your honor. It's a coming out party, of sorts. Everyone wants to meet you."
I didn't know who she meant by "everyone," but I suspected it was people in the BDSM lifestyle. I knew then that I was going to be naked, and probably passed around for the others to enjoy. I didn't know at the time why Mistress seemed to have a decided interest in making my ass as sore as possible.
I had that strappy in my ass for a full two hours, in every position we could think of before she finally said it was time to get ready. She had a nice leather skirt and a lace up leather top she was going to were. I was dressed in 4" spike heels and my leather collar. Until she put the leather cuffs on me, that was all I had on. She DID put a robe over my shoulders and tie it loosely around the waist. Once in the car though, the robe was untied and opened, and my body was on display for all to see. The truckers really enjoyed it.
I felt like a lamb heading to the slaughterhouse. Still, it had my heart racing, not ONLY in fear. My pussy was so wet I could feel the moisture under me on the leather seats. I was embarrassed at first as the truckers passed and honked their horns, but eventually I started to really enjoy it.
When we got to the party, Mistress left the robe in the car and walked me in to the party on a leash. My hands were still cuffed behind me, as they would remain. There were 10 men at the party already, which was being held in what looked like a typical suburban ranch home. They were drinking beer and smoking, mostly cigars though a few had cigarettes. One of them, a middle aged man with a beer paunch and sandy brown hair streaked by strands of grey, walked over to us. "I see you brought the slut. She IS a looker."
I looked up at him and started to say something, but he slapped me across the face. "Do NOT look me in the eye... EVER! he said. I looked down, my face stinging. "On your knees slut," he demanded. I wasn't used to obeying anyone other than Mistress, but I did as he commanded. Mistress reached down and gripped my by the hair. "Do NOT embarrass me, Pet," she warned.