Once upon a time there was a mistress. Mistress Sometimes. And she kept a small stable full of bright and sexy young men to attend to her. But she was no ordinary mistress. No, not Mistress Sometimes. For this mistress enjoyed her young men to be strong and willful, that she might discipline them.
With Mistress Sometimes, though, the punishment was often much better than the pleasure, so while her young men were actually extremely obedient, they enjoyed being naughty because it meant that they would be punished. And punishment was always a pleasure.
On this particular day, Mistress Sometimes found herself very annoyed with a young slave-boy named Greg. For while she had found Greg to be a good boy and had rewarded him with a gift of a lovely story about him and another young man, the slave-boy Greg insisted on the vanity of having his name in the story. This vexed Mistress Sometimes as she had been extraordinarily kind to the young man, so she made a plan to teach Greg that the only appropriate phrases to utter to her were "Yes, Mistress," and "Thank you, Mistress."
On the same day she received an lovely invitation on gilt paper for a party for her dear friend of many years, Mr. Duchovny. Mistress Sometimes had personally trained Mr. Duchovny some time ago on how to be a proper gentleman in much the same way she was training Greg; who will henceforth be addressed as "Greggles."
Mistress Sometimes read over the invitation along with Mr. Duchovny's handwritten and sincere apologies for the short notice. She handed the note to her butler, Mr. Hat, and said briskly "Please reply in the affirmative for myself and one very naughty slave-boy." Mr. Hat nodded and looked longingly at Mistress Sometimes' shiny calf-length platform boots. Mistress Sometimes sighed haughtily and said "Oh, very well." Mr. Hat sounded a short moan and licked her boots clean until she was quite tired of this, upon which she turned and headed up the spiral staircase to her room where she fetched her favorite collar and fur-lined leash.
"Oh Greggles..." her musical voice called with great whimsy down the long corridor. She only needed call once, for when she did, a young man in his mid-20s with medium brown hair (that really could do with some highlights) and a more modern form of a goatee and glasses scurried into the hall and stood at attention. His eyes admired his mistress's fine curves that were exaggerated by her scarlet corset that she had put on for Mr. Duchovny's party.
Greggles was wearing nothing but a silken thong in leopard print, the standard uniform for a Thursday night. "Greggles," Mistress Sometimes commanded, "put on your party thong. Tonight your punishment will be entertaining Mr. Duchovny." Greggles responded with a gushy and excited "Yes Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" And he turned quickly to put on his black evening thong.
Mistress Sometimes packed a quick joy pack including her silken purple whip, her fur and leather paddle and her rubber whip with a dildo on the end, just in case Greggles got too excited and needed real discipline. Once she was ready, she sent for her boy and fastened his collar around his neck and secured the leash. Greggles could hardly contain himself and was springing around and yapping not unlike a small dog. Mistress Sometimes yanked on his leash and pulled him close to her. He could feel her hot breath and her large breasts brushing against his exposed skin. "Calm yourself, or you may have to stay the night in the doghouse," she purred. And she wasn't kidding. There really was a dog house...
Mr. Hat rushed up the stairs and said breathlessly "Mistress, Mr. Duchovny's limo has arrived for you!" She checked her watch and noted that it was ten minutes early. "Very well... " she said and descended the stairs with Greggles following behind, sheer excitement glittering in his eyes.
She was met at the door of the limo by a beautiful young woman who introduced herself as Anne, the entertainment for the car ride. Mistress Sometimes looked Anne up and down, obviously and unabashedly checking her out. Mistress licked her lips quickly and breathed out, "Well, it seems that Mr. Duchovny has not forgotten my taste in women." She got into the car and instructed Greggles to ride up front with the driver so she could have some time alone with Anne.
Mistress Sometimes leaned back in the back seat of the limo and looked at Anne slyly and said "OK Entertainment, entertain me." Anne pulls out the little bar and takes out a bottle of Mistress Sometimes' favorite St. Michaelsberg Piesporter and pours her a goblet-full. Mistress Sometimes takes the goblet from her and drinks it all in one gulp. "Please tell me that's not the sum total of your entertainment value. Greggles would be under my foot by now if he were this slow to please me," Mistress Sometimes said crossly.
The Mistress watches as Anne hurriedly removes all of her clothes other than a sleek black leather corset and vinyl boots. Mistress Sometimes sighs slightly boredly, looks out the window and without warning turns and pushes Anne down so that her back is on the seat. Anne's eyes register surprise and then excitement as she feels the fur side of the Mistress' paddle working its way from her heels to the crux of her inner thigh.
Anne slithers her way more completely under the Mistress as she slowly brushes over Anne's pubic hair with the fur paddle. Then again, without warning, the Mistress strikes, this time whirling Anne over onto her front where the Mistress proceeds to redden her bottom to a bright, hot pink for her delay in pleasing the Mistress.
After the spanking, comes the oral sex. Mistress Sometimes turns Anne back over more tenderly this time, then slides back on the car seat and pulling up her sleek and slinky long ballgown skirt revealing her soft, moist, but not overly wet, neatly trimmed pubis. "Unless Mr. Duchovny has totally lost his mind and sent me a complete novice, I believe you should know what to do with this," Mistress Sometimes said coolly.
Anne looked up at the Mistress with great happiness in her eyes and licked her lips in anticipation. She ran her tongue along the inside of the Mistress' porcelain white thigh. She marveled at the ginger and cinnamon taste and smell of her skin on such a hot evening, and at how cool her skin was to the touch.