A sudden stab of pain woke me from the light sleep I had drifted in to. I had been lying on my stomach and some how must have snagged the ring on my blanket causing it to catch and pull painfully. I rolled over and raised myself on one arm to stare down at the shiny gold ring threaded through my clit. It had been over a week now since my Mistress had had me pierced, it was still slightly painful but every time l looked at it i felt that warm buzz of arousal and contentment. It was a symbol of ownership, i wore my Mistresses ring and i belonged totally to her. i pulled gently on the ring and sighed with pleasure, then tugged a little harder and moaned softly as the sensations grew stronger.
Reluctantly before temptation got the better of me i stopped tugging on the ring. Mistress controlled my pleasure now, she decided when i could orgasm, i was not allowed to touch myself without my Mistresses permission. Mistress was very strict about that and i knew i would be severely punished if i was disobedient. i lay back on the bed with the familiar dull aching sensation in my stomach, it had been over a week since Mistress had allowed me to cum and i squeezed my thighs together tightly in frustration. my room was in the basement of my Mistresses house, it had a bed, a toilet and shower and it was where I lived, locked in whenever my Mistress didn't need me. i was allowed to listen to music and to read in my room when i wasn't being used but Mistress always chose what i could listen to and read, because she said, slaves must be controlled at all times. Mistress chose classical music for me to listen to and books on poise and deportment and good manners and a collection of Victorian magazines with instructions on how domestic servants should behave. All things i needed to study and know to help me become the perfect submissive.
i heard the key turn in the lock and instantly leapt from the bed to kneel on the floor. Thighs apart, back straight, head lowered, eyes fixed on the floor and my hands clasped behind my back. The correct submissive position to greet my Mistress. Keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the floor I listened to the sharp click clack of my Mistresses heels as she came down the steps and across the room towards me. When her feet appeared before me I lowered my face to kiss her shoes. I am not allowed to raise my head until my Mistress gives permission. Mistress say's I must do this so I am constantly reminded of my status, that I belong to her and that I am her slave who's sole purpose is to please her and to show complete obedience.
For the next few minutes I grovelled at my Mistresses feet, covering her shoes in kisses while she stood over me until she was satisfied with my humility and devotion, then she ordered me to stand. I rose quickly to my feet and assumed the inspection position, legs wide apart and hands clasped behind my head so my body was open and available to her so she could do whatever she wished to me.
She was comfortable with her command over me and with an imperious and condescending stare her eyes slowly roamed over my naked body and I shivered as I felt her mastery and authority over power me. Under her dominating stare I felt weak and humble, I was her possession. Owner and owned, slave and Mistress. She smiled slowly, confident that I found her supremacy and dominance irresistible and that I would be powerless to refuse her bidding.
Mistress Val brought the tip of her crop to my mouth and forced it gently between my lips. I tasted the cold leather as she pressed it down on my tongue,
"Every time you move, close your legs, drop your hands you will feel my crops sting just to remind you to obey your Mistress" She smiled slowly.
Taking her time she started to softly caress my face with the tip of her crop, stroking each cheek and lightly drawing it across my lips. I could hardly breath I felt so excited. Then she slowly moved the tip of the crop seductively down my neck and across my throat and slowly down my breasts. I felt the sensuous caress of the leather as it lightly circled my breasts and I whimpered as I felt the heat in my belly and the moisture trickle down my thigh. She watched my face and flicked the tip of the crop at my hard nipples. I gasped and moaned softly at the painful but sensual sensations that soared in my breasts. She moved behind me out of my sight and began to caress my bare back and bottom, drawing the crop slowly down my spine making me shiver. I twisted my neck round, trying to see her out of the corner of my eye and instantly received a sharp stroke from her crop on my bottom. I heard her chuckle as I quickly turned my face back to the front.
I felt the leather crop stroke lightly over the soft flesh of my bottom and I shivered knowing that with a flick of her wrist, the soft sensuous caress would turn to fire and pain. It was her right to give me pain or pleasure. If the whim took her, she could inflict fiery hot stripes of pain on my defenceless flesh. I am her slave and she can do whatever she pleases to me. I am her pet to be used for her amusement and pleasure. I felt so vulnerable, scared and excited and it thrilled me. My submissive desires made me feel hot, weak and so aroused.
