Sasha just arrived back at Miss Black's apartment building. She was feeling sore from her surprised tryst with Rodger at the sex toy store, but otherwise relaxed and confident. She went and picked up the other items Miss Black told her to get...banana, whipped cream, yogurt, honey, some new lingerie, and the vibrator Rodger used on her. She got to the outside door, but before she could buzz Miss Black to let her in, the door buzzed open. Sasha went upstairs, and when she got to Miss Black's door, a simple note saying to "come in" was posted. She let herself in, set the items on the counter and walked into the living area.
"You're late!" There stood Miss Black. A scowl on her dark red lips. Her long black hair back in a bun, with two sticks poking out. Her white silk blouse stood in contrast to the shiny, long black leather skirt, and knee high boots with six inch stiletto. She patted in her hand a military styled crop, like a general would have tucked under her arm. Before Sasha could even let out a sorry, Miss Black interjected, "It's time we go over what I expect out of you."
"I'm sorry Miss Black. I was inexcusably detained," Sasha said meekly, her eyes looking at the ground. Her mood had completely changed.
"I didn't ask," Miss Black shot back, as she walked closer...and around Sasha. As she stopped behind Sasha, Miss Black directed, "Pull down your pants." Sasha, afraid of denying Miss Black, slowly and reluctantly unbuckled her belt, and pulled her pants down to her ankles.
"Underwear too." Sasha slowly pulled her panties down. Sasha put her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down, sticking out her butt. Before they even made it to her thighs....
WHACK!!!
The sting of the crop on her right ass-cheek shot through Sasha. Before she could even process it....
WHACK!!!!
...right on the left ass-cheek. Twice as hard as the first. Her eyes welt up in tears, like she wanted to cry, but she was afraid it would just spur Miss Black to continue. She did her best to keep it inside.
"I expect people to do exactly as they are told," Miss Black yelled. "Now take off the rest of your clothes!"
Sasha, shaking, started to take off her top and kicked off her shoes, and pulled off her panties and pants. Bending over again made her feel like Miss Black was about to get her with the crop again, but she was too busy going through the bags Sasha brought in.
"Are you kidding me?" Miss Black heckled. "A fucking nightie? I tell you to get some lingerie and you bring a fucking nightie?"
"I'm sorry Miss Black. It's what I like to wear for lingerie," Sasha quietly mumbled.
"Well, I hate to be the barer of the obvious, but you don't wear lingerie because it's comfortable. And you sure as hell don't wear it because you like to. You wear it to put dirty thoughts in the minds of others....understand?" With that, Miss Black gave another slap of her crop to Sasha's reddening ass.
"Yes, Miss Black," was all that Sasha could muster in retort.
"What you wear is an expression, what you want others to think of you.....not what you think of yourself. What you wear, you present to me like your weak....are you weak?
"No, Miss Black."
"Then why do you want others to think you're weak?" Another slap to her ass, as tears begin welling up again.
"I'm not weak."
WHACK!!!
"I'm not weak, what?"
Tears started rolling down Sasha's cheek as she hunched over from the shocking pain of the crop. "I'm not weak, Miss Black."
"Really?!? Should we test that theory?"
Sasha didn't know how to respond. If she said yes, would Miss Black hit her with the crop again, only harder? Or if she said no, would Miss Black punish her some other way. Sasha did the only think she could do...she stood straight up and opened her eyes all the way to try and stop crying. A scowl on her face that reflected that of Miss Black.
Miss Black knew exactly what she was doing and couldn't be more pleased. It was like she had already broken her. She didn't need to her the answer. "Excellent. Follow me." Miss Black started walking down the hallway to a back bedroom. She opened the door and Sasha and Miss Black walked in. Sasha couldn't believe her eyes.
The room was nothing but mirrors covering every wall. It was like being in another dimension that went on forever. In the center of the room was Rodger, naked, and strapped to a spreader bar above that attached to the ceiling and another attached his ankles. His tan, muscular body glistening in the single spot light above him.
"Ahhhh....Miss Black.....I had thought you forgot about me."
"Rodger....Rodrigo.......how could I possibly forget about you?" Miss Black mused as she gave a soft kiss to Rodger's cheek, leaving a lipstick print. "Especially with that monstrous cock of yours....." Miss Black gave a quick grab and stroke before letting go and walking around him. "Sasha dear.....I understand you met Rodger this afternoon. Is that right?"
Timidly, Sasha responded, "Yes, Miss Black," before looking down to the ground.
"Well don't be shy dear. It's rude to fuck someone and then act like they don't exist....don't you think so Rodger?"
"Yes.....absolutely, Miss Black." As Rodger nodded his head up and down like a parrot, Sasha came over and gave Rodger another kiss on his cheek, exactly where Miss Black did.
"Now, isn't that better?" Miss Black smiled as she continued to walk around Rodger, tracing the crop around his body, while never taking her eyes off of Sasha. "Did you know Rodger taught me everything I know?"
"No, Miss Black." Sasha stood at attention, curious of where this was going.
"Mmmmmm......he was an excellent teacher, and I was his devoted student." Miss Black began stroking Rodger's long cock, pumping it back-and-forth. Rodgers eyes closed as he sighed from the pleasure. "Until the student became the teacher.....Do you remember how I used to do this for you Rodger?"
"Ohhhh......yes, Miss Black."
