14. Lesson
"We're going to spar," Nia told me. "Put the pads on. Chloe, help him. You can stay or leave once he's ready, your choice, but if you stay you must be silent and not interfere. You should know that some of what I'm about to do might seem extreme, but I won't truly harm him; I take good care of my subs even when they need to learn hard lessons, and this may be the most important one. You, I, and every woman will benefit, just as he will."
Chloe nodded, seeming conflicted, and helped me suit up. I was heavily padded, including a mouthpiece, but my groin was unprotected -- what was Nia planning? Chloe was trembling, but didn't leave. Nia touched her elbow gently, whispering something I couldn't hear. Chloe nodded again.
I tried to keep my breathing steady, stood with my hands down, not wanting to raise them, not wanting to spar, or fight, or anything, hoping I wasn't about to get kicked in the balls. A feeling of dread suffused me. Nia shook her arms as if loosening up, then spun and uncoiled an astonishingly hard kick into my upper arm, hard enough that I had to take two steps to one side to keep from falling over. It felt like I'd been hit with a baseball bat, like if I hadn't been so heavily padded, that kick would've snapped my arm. I gaped.
"Try to protect yourself," she said as I adjusted to this tilted new situation, "or even to take me down. If you can do that, I'll reward you. I will use only my lower body, while you can use any part of yours. Go on, do your best."
I put my forearms up somewhat half-heartedly, thinking to deflect another kick if it came. Nia raised one foot to my eye level, her fists raised behind it, just standing there on one leg, waving the other slowly back and forth, then feinted a kick to the same arm. I moved to block but Nia's leg retracted at the same time she sprang up and kicked hard with her other foot. I partially deflected it but she was already kicking with the first leg, much less hard, into the padding around my jaw. It happened fast enough that it took a few seconds for me to refocus. Meanwhile, she'd resumed her position, one leg raised between us, waving slowly from side to side like a cobra, grinning as if she could do this all day.
"Not so easy, is it?"
"I don't ..." I gurgled past my mouthpiece.
She kicked me hard on the side of each upper arm, then before I even saw it coming, she'd push-kicked me again and I was falling over backwards. She lowered her foot.
"This is the last time I'll say it, Marc. You're being punished. I'm helping you become a better person, and punishment for unacceptable behavior is mandatory. Do this right, succeed in taking me down, and I'll reward you, but you will be punished either way, and you
WILL
obey. Chloe, help him up." Nia pointed at the floor where I'd been standing, her eyes burning into mine for something like 5 seconds, then tapped her foot on the floor the way she had when Chloe arrived and I'd hesitated to drop my pants. I got the distinct impression that if I hesitated longer, her punishment would get a lot worse, or she would walk out of my life entirely, a possibility that felt like a gaping void opening in front of me. I let Chloe help me up, walked to where Nia was pointing, and faced her, my eyes in hers.
Nia raised one knee quickly and I flinched, then did it again and again until I got down into something like a wrestling stance, something I hadn't done since college. She raised her leg.
"That's it," she said, and feinted again. All her kicks had been high, to my upper arms or head, and I thought to duck under and go after her support leg. Then it happened, Nia feinting and me ducking under, but her leg came down hard onto my back as if she'd been expecting this, pushing me down as she vaulted so my neck was between her phenomenally strong thighs. She squeezed. After no more than a few seconds, while I considered lifting and dumping her on her head, my vision narrowed and went orange, which is what had happened just before the few times I'd ever passed out. I woke on the floor, splayed awkwardly -- I'd probably been unconscious for a second or two.
"Show me your submission," she said, and a few seconds later, when my arms and legs worked again and I could pull out my mouthpiece and get to all fours, Nia raised a foot to my lips and a wet finger under the padding on my nose. It smelled of her, which evoked the same feeling I'd felt so many times when she edged me, not letting me come until she allowed it, until I had no thought but mindless obedience. "Get hard, boy," she said, snapping her fingers, and between her irresistible scent and her command, I shouldn't have been surprised to feel an erection grow. I kissed the top of her arch, then, at her direction, kissed, licked, and sucked each toe. Every single thing I did at her command made me harder.
"Good boy," Nia said, lowering that foot and raising the other, wiping her finger between my nose and upper lip. Her scent made me a little dizzy. "See how I control you through that cock? You're helpless to resist, but you must prove yourself if you want more. Until then, feet are the only thing you're worthy to kiss." I repeated my ministrations on her other foot. She reached down with both hands, holding my head so I had no choice but to look deep into her enthralling eyes. I stood as her fingers tugged my jaw upwards. "Your body is mine," she said. My erection was throbbing.
She stepped away and raised one leg, weaving it in a sideways figure eight -- an infinity symbol -- in front of me.
"Again."
I put the mouthpiece in and tried to focus. Her strikes were very quick, but back in my wrestling days I could sometimes sense when an opponent was about to make a move. It happened again, I reached to block and grab her high-kicking ankle, dropping low to attack her support leg, but she spun with my movement, wrenching her ankle away and turning all the way over, the ball of her other foot crashing into my back. She vaulted so her kicking leg came over my shoulders, this time from behind, my neck between her powerful thighs, and squeezed. This time I did rise up but she locked her ankles and we went down together. I tried to get up but her strong thighs were tight around my neck. My vision went orange again. Just as I would've passed out, she released her hold and I lay there, my breath coming short.
"Get harder, boy," she said, snapped her fingers, and God help me, I felt a wave of dizziness as blood surged into my cock. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my waist.
"This is my favorite part," she said, breathing a little hard, "when a frustrated male gets so horny that he'll do anything Mistress commands, and all the stories he's told himself about how he was holding himself back, playing along because he's so big and strong and capable while I'm just a woman, are being exposed as the shit they are. I own your cock, boy. I own your body, I own you, and you have no choice but to obey. You're helpless. Your conscious mind is only
beginning
to understand that mindless obedience is what you want most, but your body already knows."
She slid down onto my cock, which surged under her. Her big clit was erect and she ground herself onto my shaft, all the way up from the bottom, slowly down again, then pulled her tiny bikini bottom to one side and slid me into her, descending slowly until it felt like I was home, the one place in the world I could ever want to be. She reached to my padded chin with one hand and guided my gaze to her eyes.
