Mistress Maker

Mistress Maker

In the world of Ds relationships, BDSM has a role to play. The D in BDSM refers to Discipline that can be used to reinforce the position of a sub in the relationship, or how she should behave in her daily life. A Mistress after having spent valuable time teaching her sub how she wants her to behave, then slowly lets the lead slacken to see how her sub performs in public. Every Mistress is different and every sub knows that.

There are symbols that a Mistress would use to identify herself to others, most experienced subs don't need to be told how to approach a Mistress, it is part of their inner being, it just comes naturally. Their instinct tells them who a person is, a Domme, another sub or just a plain vanilla type. Sometimes a Mistress needs a guiding hand to bring a sub under her control

That's where I come in.

My good friend Constance Brookes or Connie to us who are close to her, had insisted I go out with her as her 'Plus 1' to a birthday party. A distant mutual friend I was told was turning the big FOUR O, she needed an escort to go with her. The comedian inside of me told her to go and hire one. I told her she would be guaranteed to be laid if she did. I laughed as I said it. We were both going through a dry spell. Mine by choice, hers by just plain working too much.

I said no, repeatedly, I wasn't up to going out. Having lost a long-term partner, who one day just suddenly said she didn't want a live-in arrangement any longer. I didn't know she didn't love me anymore. She got up and just left. I was going to do the whole dating thing all over again. I must admit the romance had left us some time ago, but I seriously thought we would make it together. But not to be. I tried hard to rekindle the romance, flowers, and gifts, and then, turning up unexpectedly to take her out to dinner, not expecting to find her in bed with one of her friends. Mind you that was eighteen months ago and I still didn't feel like going out. Love hurts, as the song goes.

She kept on at me until I caved in. Against my better judgment, I reluctantly said OK. It was easier than always being poked and prodded when we caught up. The event was still a couple of weeks away so if I changed my mind I still had enough time to work out a feasible excuse to 'cry off' I thought.

Connie is a good friend, she stood by me when I gave her and the rest of my friends excuses not to. I was a mean bitch. I sulked, I cried, I got drunk and I picked up strangers in nightclubs for one-night stands. I wasn't a nice person to be around. But she stuck by me until I came out the other end. She spent countless Sunday afternoons just sitting and talking with me, not to me, or down to me, just with me. She saw me come through it all.

A good friend.

I decided to go to the birthday event, and to go that extra yard, to pay her back, even though she would never want anything for being who she was.

The birthday event came around soon enough, and I was true to myself. I had a hair appointment, for a cut and colour, I went dark, almost black. I had them style it in a short pushed-back style, something I had seen in a movie and thought it looked hot. It looked hotter on the actress in the film than on me, but it would do.

I did my nails, trimmed them short and filed them smooth, just in case.

I dressed in a tight black suit, complimented with a black silk blouse and a red tie, loose not done up at the neck. The red tie matched my lipstick, or was it the other way around?

I looked the goods, I told myself. I was over 5'10" and still wore 2" heels, I had an arrogant look about myself. It suited me, the Mistress in me enjoyed how I intimidated the femmes I had met. I was into BDSM and taught many younger subtypes how to behave.

The time came and Shelia picked me up, she looked stunning, in a 50s-style rock-n-roll dress, lots of petticoats and free-flowing, a belt around her midriff, and plenty of bosoms on display all in a subtle pink, which matched her complexion. She scrubbed up alright did our Ms Brookes.

I smiled at her as she walked up the pathway to my front door. I was there to greet her. "Looking good. Have your eye on someone do you?" I asked mischievously.

"The same could be said of you," She told me.

"Not likely, once bitten and all that jazz," I fell silent as we walked to the car. I opened the passenger door for her as she passed the keys to me. I just smiled my thank you to her.

"Don't go and spoil it now, come on cheer up, you look fantastic and you never know who is around the corner,"

"I'm not looking for anyone, OK?" I replied rather too firmly.

"Don't be such a grouch," Connie insisted and rested a hand on my knee. I smiled at her. It was the little things she did that helped me.

The drive to the party was swift and pleasant. We talked about what would happen if either of us got lucky. I refrained from replying. I told her that if I had to I would get a cab home. She just smiled back at me and tapped my knee.

"So you do have your eye on someone," I asked again. She shut up shop straight away and just smiled. I nodded, "Do I know her?"

"I don't think so, she is a friend of a friend, so to speak," She was looking side-eyed at me, nervously.

"OK, then you better point her out when we get there, just so you can get my approval. So to speak," I came back at her. She chuckled and nodded before replying.

"I wasn't aware I needed your approval but OK,"

"You looked after me when you know who left, so I think it is only fair I make sure your bed partners are up to scratch,"

"This once only. You're not my daddy you understand," She said with a smirk on her face.

"Agreed, on both counts,"

The party was in full swing by the time we rolled up. I parked the car some three houses down the street and we walked hand in hand up to the front door. It was opened as we arrived. The birthday girl herself greeted us. The noise inside the house as she opened the door would have woken up the whole street.

Rita and Helen were married, officially, with Rita wearing a very nice choker chain complete with interlocking loops on display. I must admit she holds her age well. She welcomed us and had a delightful look on her face when she saw me. She bowed her head, then looked up at me and said politely, "Mistress Bobbi, thank you for coming tonight. I know Helen will be delighted to see you,"

I took hold of her hand and kissed her cheek, and a flood of memories flashed back as I took in her perfume. Some good some not so good. No sooner had we stepped inside the front door, than many other familiar faces greeted us. A lot of people were waving as Rita didn't let go of my hand and pushed through the throng of people in their lounge room. I was smiling at the people I knew and trying to talk to everyone who said hello. Rita took us over to the bar and planted a neat Fireball in my hand, normally I take it two fingers deep, but she added some for good measure. She then went up to the DJ and got her to cut the music before yelling out over the noisy crowd. "Hey everyone, this is my very dear friend, Bobbi. And yes she is on the open market again.....Woo Hoo," There was a lot of cheering and laughter, and a few "Pick me, Pick me," came from some wag at the back of the room.

I stopped and looked at her. I didn't have to say anything but whispered to her. "I will have words with your Helen if you don't behave,"

"I'm on a promise tonight, so please do, a good spanking always makes for a fun night," She smiled back at me. "She was in the kitchen last time I saw her,"

I turned around looking for Connie, but she had vanished. I looked around the room and couldn't spot her. So headed towards the kitchen. Helen was talking to a rather large-chested woman, tall even by my standards, and lots of cleavage on display. Helen wasn't tempted, her motto was simple, 'why go out for hamburger when you have steak at home'.

Helen spotted me as soon as I entered the kitchen and held up her hand, "Hey, stranger, over here," I smiled and lifted my drink in her direction. Then slowly walked towards her.

The woman she was talking to had a much younger woman on a leash attached to a leather collar with the word 'owned' embossed on it, totally naked. Slim, small, pale and flat-chested. I checked her out and noticed she had been crying, the tear stains that ran down her cheeks were still wet. The sub had her head bowed and neither looked at anyone nor said a word. The first thing I noticed was her backside, it was still red and had cane marks embedded into her cheeks. She had had a good thrashing not so long ago I suspected. I didn't say a word, nor did I acknowledge her.

As I approached Helen I held out my hand, she took it and pulled me in close and hugged me, in a masculine way. "Good to see you Bobbi,"

"Hell, it's good to see you too," Which was my customary way of greeting her. She laughed.

"It's been a while since I heard that turn of phrase," She said then turned to the woman standing next to her. "Bobbi, I want you to meet Jacquie. Jacquie is new in town, she is Olive and Richard's friend,"

I held out my hand and smiled at the tall woman before me. Her long red hair flowed down over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled. The freckles across her nose looked cute and the tight jeans she was wearing hid nothing. I didn't look at the sub. I didn't expect an introduction either.

She took my hand in a firm grip and shook it gently. I kept my eyes looking into hers, even though there was a strong desire to look down into her cleavage. "Good to meet you Jacquie,"

"Likewise Bobbi," Came her reply.

I could tell that Helen was enjoying the torment she saw on my face. Dying to find out what had happened to the pixie-like imp standing next to this gorgeous woman. I sipped on my drink and savoured the taste swilling around in my mouth before I let it slowly roll down my throat. The quiet moan I gave left no one within earshot of how much I enjoyed the smooth-tasting Fireball.

I returned to speak to Helen and cheekily stated. "Your wife needs an extra one from me later tonight," I winked at her.

"Why am I not surprised," Helen told me. She leant back against the kitchen cupboards and folded her arms before saying, "It's been too long Bobbi, you should get out more often,"

"Yeah, maybe," I told her. Before taking another sip. "I'm going to go and mingle, and keep an eye on my ride home,"

Jacquie looked at me and offered me the leash attached to her sub. "Would you mind looking after this wayward little minx while I refresh my drink and seek out where my other two are?"

"Sure, she seems harmless enough," I replied. "You brought three along, you are a busy girl and a game one,"

She shrugged and explained that she hadn't had the three out together and wanted to find out if she could manage.

"They should manage themselves in public. Have you done all of their training," I asked innocently.

"No, they came partially trained, I am just adding my finishing touches,"

"Hhhmmm, are you now," As I looked at the backside of the young woman. The warning signs were all there, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

She saw my look as I started the slap the leather leash into the palm of my hand. She stopped briefly and looked into my eyes, making certain she had my attention, before saying, "She has had enough for one night,"

I had a wry smile on my lips and told her, "Since when has it ever been about the needs of the sub?"

I heard Helen spluttering as she took a sip of her drink, knowing full well I meant the young sub no harm. Jacquie just looked at me. "I won't be five minutes," then wagged a finger at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and told her to take her time. She didn't know how to take my answers. As soon as she was out of the door Helen burst out laughing. "You bitch," She said jokingly, "This poor thing is scared stiff I bet," She turned to the young woman, "Are you scared little one?" She asked.

The sub kept her head bowed and I waited and knew then that she was well trained.

"You may speak," I told her.

Then in a squeaky voice, she said quietly, "Yes,"

"Good Girl," I told her.

She mumbled to me. "Thank you Mistress,"

"What name has your Mistress given you?" I asked.

"My name Miss? It's Pixie, Miss," She answered again her voice was quavering and quiet.

"Lift your head Pixie, and hold this for me please," I handed her the end of the leash. "Now go into the bathroom and wash your face, I don't want anyone to see me with a sub who has been crying," My voice was soft and gentle. I looked at Helen and she pointed to the hallway and told her, "Second door on the left,"

Helen smiled at me, "Why on earth did she want to get away from you?"

Knowing she was referring to my ex I answered her, "When relationships collapse under the weight of life or something like that. She wanted out so I let her go.

AND

Yes, it hurt, it hurt a lot," I hung my head. I knew I was going to cop questions like this sooner or later.

"I'm so sorry Bobbi, I thought you two were solid," Helen told me. I could see the sincerity in her eyes and heard it in her voice. I just nodded slowly.

Pixie returned still crying. "What did I tell you when I sent you to the bathroom," I asked her. My voice wasn't loud, but my tone was severe.

"That you didn't want to be seen with a crying sub Mistress," She hung her head as she spoke. She knew how to behave.

"So why are you crying Pixie?

"Mistress a woman slapped my backside,"

"Why didn't you call out to me?"

"Because Mistress Jacquie said I was to be available to anyone for anything, Mistress,"

"I am looking after you now. Go and get dressed, and meet me back here," The instructions were plain and simple.

I turned to Helen. "How long have you known Jacquie?"

"Not that long, a few months. Olive and Richard vouched for her," Helen replied.

I will have a word with her and then the woman who manhandled a sub in my care. I promise I won't cause a scene,"

"Let me handle it Bobbi, my house and all that. What do you want in return," She asked.

"Just an apology,"

"To you?" Helen had an incredulous look on her face.

I screwed my face up. "No, to Pixie,"

Helen disappeared into the noisy family room, as soon as the kitchen door opened the noise rushed in. I leant up against the kitchen island and rested a hand on the counter as I sipped on the Fireball. It took a lot of those drinks to make me overreact these days. So I sipped on it slowly making it last.

Jacquie came rushing back in and looked around the room. "Where is she?"

I knew who she meant but I was feeling sarcastic at that precise moment so asked, "Who, Pixie or Helen,"

"Pixie of course. Where is she?"

"I sent her to get dressed. She behaved extremely well, you are a lucky woman Jacquie,"

"You do realise that she is here to be toyed with tonight, kind of my gift to Rita and her friends," She continued.

"You do realise that you gave her care over to me and while in my care she was interfered with, that doesn't sit well with me,"

"I was gone for less than 5 minutes and this happened. I was warned about you," She told me.

"5 minutes, 5 hours or 5 years. In my care is in my care and I couldn't give two fucks about what you have heard about me," came my reply. I was softly spoken but the look in my eyes told her to calm down. "This is Rita's birthday party, not some munch meeting for you to put your subs on display, so you can find out how good you are. You should have found someone to tell you that you aren't that a good Mistress,

YET

,"

Her face hardened as she glared at me. Pixie returned and stopped in the doorway uncertain what was happening. Here was her Mistress, someone she had committed to and another Mistress a stranger to her, who had been given the responsibility of caring for her. She was still under the guidance of this new Mistress until she was formally returned to her own Mistress. They were obviously having words with each other, she was certain it was about her and what had happened. She knew she had done no wrong.

I saw the puzzled look on her face. I looked at her and made certain she was looking at me and not her Mistress. Then I glanced at a spot on the floor next to me and returned my look to Jacquie. Pixie, without saying anything walked over to the spot and stood there head bowed.

Jacquie had an inquisitive look on her face. She looked hard at me and I absorbed it, ignoring it.

"Pixie come here," She said in a raised voice.

I put my arm out across in front of Pixie, a sign anywhere in the Fet World that says she shouldn't move. "Haven't you forgotten something?"

"Look here miss know it all, all I asked of you was to look after her while I was gone for 5 minutes, she is under my care,"

Before she could continue, I finished her sentence for her, "When I return her to you and I will once she has had an apology from the person who smacked her tender backside,"

I could see this gorgeous woman was starting to get flustered. I stood there, not showing any emotions. "Jacquie," I said to her. "I am in control of the situation, do you understand?"

She stammered her reply, "Ye...s," Then she regained some of her composure, "Yes, yes I do. Sorry, I didn't realise she was hurt,"

"Jacquie she is your sub so there is no need to say sorry to me. You should have realised. Having three subs at a friend's birthday party and then allowing one to be a toy is a big ask for any experienced Domme, let alone you and you my love are not experienced enough to handle one sub,"

I leant forward and kissed her lips gently, smiled at her and made certain she saw me look down her cleavage.

She blushed and put her fingertips to her mouth and stared at me. "You kissed me,"

Helen entered the room with an older woman in tow, I recognised her immediately. Strong Dommes were few and far between and I knew them all. Imogen

The Empress

Fleming was one, and a good one at that. Her face lit up when she saw me as did mine. She came over and shook my hand, her grip was firm and strong and her shake vigorous, it shook your whole arm.

"Long time no see. You've been missed," She told me. I just nodded.

"This is the culprit," Helen explained to me.

"Bugga, I should have guessed," I replied almost laughing.

The Empress

looked at the sub who was standing on my left shoulder next to me. She hadn't moved or said a word.

"Oh Jesus, is she yours? I thought she belonged to the big-titted redhead over there," nodding in the direction of Jacquie. "She said she was a toy for the night,"

I looked over at Jacquie, she had fire in her eyes but didn't say a word. I just shrugged my shoulders and explained that Jacquie was her Mistress I was just holding on to her while she checked on her other two.

The Empress

just rolled her eyes and smirked.

"Sorry Bobbi, if I had known I would have shown more respect. But then again if she was yours her arse wouldn't be red and she wouldn't be a toy,"

Pixie lifted her head slightly and looked up at me. A warm smile was on her face. I winked at her and she put her head down.

Before I could say anything

The Empress

stepped forward looked me in the eye and gave me a sincere apology.

"It's not me you have to apologise to," I told her. Her face hardened and she scratched the back of her head. We both knew that for a true Mistress to apologise to a sub was not an easy thing to do. Hard enough in the privacy of your own home, let alone in front of other people, other Mistresses at that. I knew that and turned to Helen and Jacquie and before I said anything Helen was headed for the door and called Jacquie to follow her.

"I will be just outside the door, come and have a drink with Pixie and me when you have finished. I patted her on the shoulder and left her to it. No more would ever be said about it.