Meeting with Her Mistress [open]|BDSM

[Sophronius]

Name: Joan DePons
Age: 18


Joan stood in front of the door, dressed as her mistress had ordered her to. Actually, the only thing that she demanded Joan wear was the dog collar, with the letter S, for slave, imprinted upon it. She hesitated before knocking on the door, she was afraid of what would happen, that once she stepped into her mistress’s house, that she could never go back. Her hand shook as she moved it up to the door, ready to make her presence known to her mistress, but pulled it away just before striking the door. A tear streamed out of her eyes, she was so afraid of what would happen, but she knew that she had to do it, she had no choice in the matter, it was just a question of how long she would stand at the door before knocking. She was already a slave, she always had been and always would be, and this woman, whom she had never seen, was to be her mistress. She weakly knocked on the door five times, the number she had been told to.

Joan first met her mistress about a year prior to their meeting. Joan had been looking through a number of chat rooms and websites dedicated to her fetish. She saw found an advertisement from a mistress that seemed to fit with what she wanted. There was no name and no picture of the woman, but Joan contacted her and was soon doing all manner of things for the woman. It started a bit light, Joan would finger herself over a webcam for her mistress, with words of encouragement. It slowly got more intense, as Joan would be ordered to abuse herself, first light play, pinching and smacking herself, though that too would become more intense. A week ago, Joan was sitting in front of her computer with alligator clamps on her nipples with a chain connecting them; she was pulling on it with her mouth, until the clips ripped off and she screamed in terrible pain. Her mistress seemed pleased with it, telling Joan of her reaction through the typed messages she would send. The mistress then told Joan that she was to come to her. Joan felt a feeling of dread and joy overcome her. She was so very happy that her mistress was that pleased with her, but was terrified, for up until know she could say no to the mistress, though she never did, but if she was with the mistress, she would have no control.

And so a week passed, and Joan was constantly in a dilemma of whether or not she should go meet her mistress, and the debate raged in her mind until a day before their planned meeting. A packaged arrived in the mail for Joan. When she opened the box, a letter, written by her mistress sat atop whatever was inside. It was written in a beautiful handwriting, and Joan could hear her mistress’s voice, even though she had never heard it; it told her about what her present was and the few conditions of their meeting. But the ending sent shivers of terror though Joan, terrifying because she knew that it was true; it told her that she had no choice in whether or not she should come see the mistress, that she was a slave and would follow the order, regardless of what her mind might try to convince her to do. Joan knew that it was true; she knew that all of her conflict over whether or not to go was futile, that she would end up a slave to her mistress. She took out the present, a simple dog collar with the letter S on it. She put it on, as she had been ordered to, and left it on until she was ordered to take it off.

[Loo]

Name: Lin Xiao-Mu
Age: 20


The mistress was one definitely unexpected to have such a sadistic nature. In fact, it was well-hidden in the public stream, but unleashed to its fullest extent now. And it excited her to find a willing little servant, that she may abuse and give love to. It will be a horrible mixture of the whip and candy, she decided.

Lin was a Chinese woman, but beautifully so. She was tall, unlike the typical Asian body, and her curves were large and dramatic. Today, she was dressed in her traditional wear; it was a special occasion, and she wished to look the part elegantly, not dressed in some slutty, S&M Queen's leather jerkin. She held a dragon-printed fan in one hand, her wrist flicking idly to push a small pulse of wind towards herself.

She mused over the prospect of the new-coming slave, placing the edge of the fan just over her lips as she concealed a small, sly smile, though nobody was there to look. She was lounged over a long sofa, her back forming a curvy line. Though she held herself relaxed, she was quite excited. The slave was cute, obedient, and had the most wonderful cries and whimpers, that she couldn't wait to hear them in real life. And she had sent her a little "gift" as well, a form of humiliation before they even met. She would have to walk naked in real life, outside. And if she couldn't do that, Lin would have to punish her. Though she might punish her, anyways, just for the pleasure to do so. The thought made her smile.

Lin had collected many toys and even prepared a room for the little Joan, as well as arranged many an invitation to friends of the same interest, so that she can get the full treatment from many adoring mistresses. She looked forward to teatime with her friends now...

A timid knock times five abruptly cut Lin from her train of thoughts, and she smiled yet again, excited. It was unmistakably her. But she would not get up to answer the door; it was left unlocked so that she may enter, herself.

"You can come in, Joan," Lin called lazily, her voice a low purr, "but you must crawl, and you cannot lift your face when you first enter."

Her first command. She shifted slightly, excited. This marked the beginning of a new form of entertainment.

[Sophronius]

When Joan heard the voice of her mistress, she fell to her hands and knees, as she had been ordered to. Her short, yellow dress hiked up, showing her moistening panties to anyone standing behind her, as she did so. Mistress had said something about being nude at all times, but Joan thought that this did not mean showing up in front of her house naked, and so had put on a short, tight, yellow dress, that hugged every curve in her body, a pair of pink, lace panties that she bought special for the occasion, and her highest pair of heels. And of course, the collar.

Still on her hands and knees, Joan reached up for the door knob and turned it, opening the door ever so slightly. She pushed the door open with her head, while gazing at the ground, and crawled into the room. She crawled a bit into the room before stopping, and waiting for a new command. Mistress had to be somewhere nearby, but Joan could not see anything that was not below her, for her purple hair blocked her from being able to see around the house. The urge to lift her head was overwhelming, Joan wanted to catch a glimpse of the woman she was serving, the woman, she knew, had to be beautiful. Mistress’s voice only teased Joan, it was seductive and arousing; it was her first experience of her mistress, the first contact between the two.

But she managed to fight the urge. She stayed, in the middle of the foyer, on her hands and knees, like the dog she was. Joan knew what it meant; she knew that entering the house like a bitch meant that that was all she was. But even so, she had to do it. She was a slave, and in the deep of her mind she knew it; she had no say in whether or not she follows her mistress’s commands. Her body began to shake a bit, whether from anticipation or fear, Joan could not tell. It was probably both. She couldn’t wait to feel the dizzying highs that only her mistress could give her, but was terrified by the sadistic nature she knew that the woman had.

[Loo]

The mistress chose to be pleasant, though; she watched from her couch, thrilled, as her new slave presented herself on all fours, though she realized that she was dressed. Ah, she would have to punish her...but perhaps later.

As of the moment, curiosity got the better of her, and Lin rose from her divan, approaching her new property. She walked a slow circle around her, observing her carefully. The Chinese woman stopped behind her once, crouching down slightly to critique her wet panties. She touched it once with her finger, following the pattern of the lace. Very nice.

Then, she grabbed hold of the seat of her panties, sliding it down to Joan's knees, exposing everything there.

"Very nice," She murmured to herself, cupping her buttocks between her two hands and exposing her anus. She ignored any signs of protest, but did not touch there. Instead, she moved lower, her long, delicate fingers touching the wet orifice. Lin then slid the hilt of her fan deep into her once, and wrenched it back out, observing how slick and shiny it came. She was pleased with the prize, and gave her a satisfactory slap on the buttock before moving around to her front.

Lin Xiao-mu kneeled down in front of her, smiling at how she fought to keep her head down. She slid that same slender finger under her chin, lifting her face.

"You may look at me now, dear," She purred soothingly, noting how charming her qualities were: her purple, smooth hair and large amber eyes that would not rise to meet her.

"I am Lin Xiao-Mu," She introduced, her voice smooth and her accent flawless, "but my name will be of no matter to you. You will call me Mistress. If you understand, you shall reply right now, 'Yes, my mistress.'"

[Sophronius]

Joan could hear her mistress get up, from wherever she was, and walk towards her; the slave stopped shaking, trying to be still for her mistress. She caught a glimpse of her feet, and that was all, though it was enough to whet the slave’s apatite. The sound of her mistress’s steps continued around her, though they eventually stopped. Joan had no idea where her mistress was by the sound of her footsteps; the woman could be anywhere, getting anything.

Then she felt a finger teasing her, moving about on the lace of her panties. There was nothing she could do but try to keep control of herself. Joan let out a slight gasp as her panties were pulled down, but that would be the least of her surprises. That wondrous voice rang out again, though this time they were accompanied by an inspection of one of the many holes her mistress would be using. Her mistress’s finger returned to tease her again, though it was followed by the insertion of something much harder. Joan let out a shocked cry as it was shoved in and out of her, though any sort of protest or reaction would most likely be ignored.

Her mistress began moving again, though Joan was still at a loss as to where she was moving. Her feet reappeared, then her legs, and finally a finger, each part of her mistress’s body being more pleasing to her than the last. As the wet finger gently guided her gaze, Joan took it that it was alright to look up. Joan was able to catch a glimpse of her mistress’s entire body, and finally her face, falling in love with the magnificence of each part, though averting her eyes out of reverence. Her mistress told her it was okay to look at her, and she took it as an order, gazing upon her mistress’s beauty. Her name was a treasure, which Joan would hold within her, never allowing it to escape her lips, she knew, without being told, that it was not to be spoken, and responded to her as ordered, in a soft, somewhat scared voice, “Yes my mistress.”

[Loo]

"Good girl," The mistress purred, sliding her hand across her face to brush away strands of hair and hook it behind her ear. Lovely, lovely...The expression of fear on her face, her subtle shivering, her timid soft voice...It made Lin want to torture her, to hurt her and make her cry. But she would have to control herself, take her much more slowly. It would make it all the more sweeter.

"Joan, dear..." She started, long silvery hair tumbling down the side of her head as she tilted her head slightly, staring warmly into the slave's eyes. "I should explain the rules to my home. You shall have a human room, but will only sleep there when I have nothing else prepared for you. You will only serve to please me, and shall be punished otherwise. I might punish you only to please me, and you will not complain. Sometimes, I will wish for you to please somebody else, and you will follow their orders as well. Remember, though, that you are the lowest here, and everybody, even the house pet, is above you." Lin stroked her face lovingly as she spoke, forcing Joan to remain looking at her.

"I understand that it being your first time here, you may have confused orders on paper," She smiled sweetly, as if understanding, "and I have told you to wear only the dog collar. Yet, you come dressed...." She squeezed her cheeks once, still keeping her head raised. "Should I punish you for this? Or perhaps let it off as a warning?"

She mused to herself, still pleasant, and reached under with her free hand to grip a breast, fondling it to test its weight and sensitivity. It felt soft, yet firm, a pleasing combination. She decided then, letting go to let it bounce once, and released the slave's face as well. She stood, and tossed her still-wet fan in front of Joan.

"Lick it clean, Joan," She ordered. "Do not use your hands at all. Tell me when you can taste nothing more; this shall be punishment enough for now...Know that I am being gentle, dear."

She walked away after that, tossing her long hair over her shoulder, and sitting on her divan again, watching her slave, expecting the job done.

[Sophronius]

Joan liked being told that she was a good girl, but could not help but still be afraid of what more was to come. There was a smile on her face, but her fear could still be easily seen. And even so, she shook, not in fear, but in anticipation of what was to come. The grazing of her mistress’s hand on her face was another tease of everything she could offer the slave. Thoughts of what was to come, good and bad, rushed through her mind because of the touch, it was like a gateway to a fantastic world.

But she would have to pay attention, and snapped out of it, as her mistress began explaining the rules. They were simple, please the mistress and follow orders. She expected that that was how it would be; though, she did not expect to be told that she was lower than the house pet. Joan had thought that she would be the house pet. Though despite the harshness of the words, not in her voice, but the what she was saying, the slave couldn’t help but feel safe and loved by her mistress, and was not able to take her eyes off of her beautiful face, perhaps it was the mistress’s guiding hand, or just the feeling of having a mistress to rule over her. She answered with another “Yes my mistress,” after she finished telling her how low she was.

Her mistress went on, saying something about it being her first time, and confusing orders. Shit, she thought, What did I do already to offend her? It was only a moment before she found out, she was actually supposed to come naked. Joan thought to defend herself, ask about how she was supposed to get to and stand at the door of her house while naked, but she bit her tongue. Saying something like that would only make things worse. The fingers that were gently stroking her face grasped her cheeks, it hurt a little, though it might have just been the shame of failing her mistress. The slave wanted to look away, back down at the ground, she felt she was being graced by something she did not deserve.

Joan let out another gasp, followed by a low, soft moan, as her mistress began to fondle a breast. It was not the gentle touch that Joan used when she was by herself, but a harsh feeling, as if she were being tested for something, but it still felt good. It ended too soon as her mistress let her breast and face fall towards the floor. Though something soon followed, a fan landed in front of her, it was glistening with her juices. She heard her orders, and responded with a timid, “Yes my mistress..”

As her mistress walked away and began to watch, Joan lowered her head to the fan and began to lick it clean. It was not the first time she had tasted herself, though it was different now. It was a public spectacle, for her mistress, and it made the feeling all the more sweet and sickening. When she thought that the one side was clean enough, she picked it up with her mouth and turned it over, licking the other side clean. After a bit more cleaning, Joan thought that she had tasted the last of herself, and only the wood of the fan. The mistress had told her to tell her when it was done, but the slave did not think that meant actually telling her. She picked up the fan in her mouth again, and crawled over to her mistress, offering the fan to her, as she sat on the divan.

[Loo]

Lin watched intently as Joan licked the fan delicately, flipping it once with her teeth. She hid nothing in the way of discreetness, letting her slave be aware that she is watching. Then, it seemed that the fan was clean, for Joan brought the item over in her mouth, which the mistress was pleased to see. It did occur to her that she had told her to call when she finished, but this gesture was much more pleasing to watch.

"Good girl," Lin purred again, reaching down to take the offering. She set the fan aside, knowing that it was needless to test it any further. "You shall do well here..." The Chinese sadist observed her property a little longer, noting her beautiful little curves under the yellow dress and the pink lace panties that were still down at her knees. Something she would have to amend.

The silvery-haired Chinese then pulled a basket that was sitting at the side of the divan, prepared especially for this purpose. She reached to take hold of Joan's wrist, wrenching her to her feet.

"We need to fix your attire, though," She explained, her nimble fingers reaching to pick up the dress, pulling it over the masochist's head and letting the purple locks tumble back down. She slid the panties the rest of the way as well, leaving her totally exposed for scrutiny. She wouldn't be so mean as to keep her naked, though.

The basket at her feet contained the ornaments Lin prepared, and she pulled them out now, though sparse they were. The first she pulled were little gold clamps, with slightly weighted bells hanging from little threads on them. She reached over, squeezing the sides of one breast in her cold fingers. The clamp was attached to her nipple. The same was done for the other, and Lin looked satisfied at the pretty ornaments, slapping her breasts once to make the bells ring. They jingled with a pretty tinkle, one that pleased her. She laughed, delighted.

"Don't lose them," She warned, "because these are actual silver and gold, worth much more than you are."

Then, the mistress glanced down, interested now in the region between the girl's thighs. She pulled two more clamps, these smaller than the ones she placed on her nipples, and a long, fine chain attaching them together. She pinched one of Joan's pubic lips with the clamp, reached around her with the other, then clipped the other to the second lip. The chain was taut around Joan's waist, and the pull forced her wet orifice to be open and for display at all times.

"Very cute," The Chinese approved, giving her sensitive clit a little pinch with her fingers. Then, almost in contrast with everything else in the basket, she pulled forth a pair of hair clip-dog ears, which she fastened on the right places on top of her head. To complete the look, though, the next item she displayed was a phallus, with a doggy tail attached to the flat end of it.

While it would be fun to do it herself, a sudden whim came over the Chinese, and she toyed with the phallus in front of Joan's eyes, before suddenly handing it to the girl.

"Turn around, bend over, and put it in your own anus so that I can watch," She ordered, smiling lazily.

[Sophronius]

When presenting the fan back to her mistress, she was told that she was a good girl. Joan stood there, on all fours, and was happy there, she would have wagged her tail is she was a dog, and she would later be able to do this for her mistress.

Then her mistress pulled out something, a basket of treats, out from behind the divan. Joan was eager to find out what they were, but before she could find out, she was pulled to her feet by her mistress. The pull was harsh, and only proved how weak Joan was before her mistress as she was forced to her feet. It was expected that she would be stripped down to nothing, though the slave did not expect her mistress to perform the mundane task of undressing her. Though she realized that perhaps it was to show Joan that her mistress was in control of every aspect of her or perhaps she was being undressed as a small child would by a parent. And there was something about the way her mistress said “fix your attire” that made Joan think that perhaps she would not have to be naked at all times. The slaves mind was racing with all sort of thoughts, the excitement of what was to come overwhelmed her.

Her excitement would be quashed when the nipple clamps came out. She had done plenty of nipple play for her mistress before, but she had never liked it; hers were too sensitive to be tormented. But she did not say a word, only cringed and let out a soft cry of pain her breasts were grabbed and the clamps attached. After the slap, Joan bit her lip to stop from making any more noise, and she realized that little bells were attacked to the ends of the clamps, like the bells are on some dog collars. Her mistress told her about the worth of the bells and the slave responded, “Thank you for the gift, my mistress,” even though she hated them.

The clips on her labia were less painful than those on her nipples. They were more pleasurable, the pain was a more enjoyable one and they offered the promise of something more than just pain as they revealed one of her holes to any watching. Her mistress pinch on the clit was not what she wanted her exposure to lead to, and let out her first, loud cry. She fought to stay on her feet, as she wanted to fall to her knees in pain. Though she would learn that that was nothing compared to some of the greater pains her mistress could inflict.

The final set of clips were, of course, the least painful, though they seemed to be the final piece in cementing Joan in her role of bitch. She was wrong to think that, and knew so when she saw the phallus with a dog tail. That was the final piece, and upon seeing it, a sense of fear overcame the slave, she knew into what hole it was going into, and she did not like it. She thought of voicing her protests, but she would probably receive that and worse for speaking up, so instead she whimpered, as a dog would, at the prospect of pain. It appeared to have no effect as her mistress forced her to impale herself upon it.

Joan only nodded her approval this time and took the dog-tail phallus. She turned away from her mistress and took a few steps going down onto her knees. She leaned over placing her forehead against the floor, and reached behind her to begin inserting it into her anus. Her hole tried to resist, but she pushed it in, bit by bit, letting out small whelps of pain with each centimeter that entered her. She had never liked anal penetration, she had told her mistress this many times before, but it never stopped her before. This was worse than those times, though, without any sort of lubrication, it was not going in easy and it was rubbing her insides in all the wrong ways.

When she was about halfway done, her head slip to the side, so that a side of her face was on the ground. The move was accompanied by the jingling of tiny bells and it knocked one of the dog-ear clips off of her head, though Joan could not tell. She just kept pushing it in. The pain was awful, and each little bit of it was so much worse than the rest. She started crying a bit into it, and closed her eyes tight; a good slave should be able to take pain, she thought. When it was all the way inside of her, Joan wiped her eyes, the tears had already stopped, and she crawled over to her mistress, with only one ear in place, the other on the floor. Even though she could now, Joan did not wag her tail. Every movement she made, jostled the phallus inside of her, and sent new waves of pain through her, though she was beginning to feel something besides the pain, but it was small. She looked up at her mistress, waiting to see what was next.