Laura walked across the parking lot as fast as her heels would carry her. That wasn't very fast; thanks to a generous dress code at work that let her wear tennis shoes at her desk, she wasn't even used to wearing pumps or flats, let alone the pair of wobbly stiletto heels that Madeira gave her as a decidedly twisted 'gift'. Despite weeks of practice, she still felt like she could take a tumble if she so much as saw a loose pebble. But she had to take a few risks-she'd used up most of her time cushion navigating some unexpected highway construction (why did they always do construction on weekends, apart from the obvious reason that traffic was lighter and people's schedules were less likely to be impacted and it made perfect sense?) and she didn't want to be late for her date with Madeira.
She knew what Madeira would do if she was late.
It was kind of startling, how easily she'd slipped into accepting Madeira's authority after only five weeks. Laura had submitted to other women before, and it had always been a very fun way of passing the time in the bedroom, but she never saw herself as a 'submissive woman' before now. If anything, she thought the biggest problem with Madeira's... arrangement... would be turning off her sarcastic side and actually going along with Madeira's suggestions instead of blowing her off and breezing when things got difficult. But now...
She caught sight of herself in the reflection on the sliding glass doors of Madeira's apartment. Five weeks of growth had left her hair tumbling down to her shoulders, and regular treatments had left it the perfect shade of golden blonde. At work, that wasn't a problem-she just put it back in a ponytail and let everyone think what they wanted to think about the new color. But when she combed it out like this, and combined it with eyeshadow and lipstick and blush and that clinging top and that insanely short skirt and those stockings and those heels... good lord, did she look like a fucking slut.
A fucking horny slut. A horny, obedient slut who did what she was told. An obedient slut for her Mistress. Laura felt her cunt churning into a wet mess of arousal just thinking about it. It took Madeira just over a month to turn Laura into her obedient, submissive plaything, seemingly without any real effort on the other woman's part at all. It should have been scary, but the thought of a lover holding that kind of power over her made Laura squirm with desire. She was so wet she could feel it now, the cool night air caressing her pubic mound and telling her exactly where her pussy was leaking.
Naturally, Laura wasn't wearing anything under that thigh high skirt.
She let herself in and knelt down on the pillow on the living room floor just as she heard Madeira's footsteps on the stairs. She thought she might have gotten away with it until she heard that rich, husky voice calling out to her. "You're a little late," Madeira said from behind Laura's shoulder. Laura shivered, resisting the urge to turn to face her Mistress.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," she replied, aiming her eyes downward at the floor instead. A month ago, she would have tried to argue, but she knew by now that the more she spoke back to Mistress the longer the punishment would last. Laura couldn't help wanting her sessions with Madeira to be about pleasure instead of pain, and even though she knew that was a form of conditioning, she also knew that conditioning worked even if you knew about it. Laura was being subtly brainwashed to want to please Madeira. She'd be upset about that, if it didn't turn her on so fucking much.
"Punishment pose, please," Madeira said, and Laura leaned forward until her breasts were pressed into the floor and her ass was high in the air. She didn't need to pull her skirt up to present her buttocks for spanking; with a dress this short, she was fully capable of flashing people just by bending over. (A fact that Mistress had taken advantage of on one or two memorable occasions.) There was a pause as Madeira walked over to draw the heavy curtains, then another pause that seemed to draw out into a silent eternity as Laura waited for her spanking.
Three swift, sharp, stinging slaps and it was over. "Next time, check the Department of Transportation website," Madeira said, her voice firm but devoid of anger. "They'll let you know if there's anything happening on the route that might cause delays, and you can give yourself extra time. Do you understand, pet?"