‘Your Master said you were moving up from submissive to
slave, is that right?’
‘He wants us to show you what that means, you understand?
This is not personal.’
‘Sumara, want to go first?’
I watched as Mistress Sumara moved across the room, grabbing
a chair by its back and dragging it to the centre of the room.
I knew a spanking was coming. Two most likely and that in
itself didn’t bother me, but the fact these two girls were half my age did. A
They were going to take me over their knee, effectively
making me feel a young girl to their young woman and the embarrassment burned.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind.
I shook my head, dispelling the thought as quickly as it
As much as my mind shrieked at what was to come, demanding I
stand up for myself, my age, my maturity, it was also telling me this was what
my Master wanted. Obeying the Mistresses, was obeying him. Making them happy
made him happy and that was enough reason for me to quieten those other
thoughts. And my body, well that was reacting a whole different way.
I looked between my legs to see a thick stringy line hanging
from my pussy.
My eyes were glued to the finger that gathered the glob of
cum and slowly pulled away, the line stretching before breaking. I breathed as
I followed the finger upwards until I was looking directly into Sumara’s eyes.
One eyebrow arched.
I re focused on the finger, my juices thick on the tip,
before looking back into Sumara’s eyes,my mouth open, my tongue out.
Master had done this several times since he found my arousal
was usually thick, usually clear, sometimes milky, and just before my period,
white, so once Sumara had wiped the thick glob onto my tongue, I remained
still, my tongue out, waiting for instruction.
I slipped my tongue into my mouth, swallowed, and pushed my
tongue back out, all pink and shiny.
‘Good girl. Now, over my knee, there’s a good girl.’
My step faltered, just for a moment. I took a breath then
I gasped at the smarting smack but quickly settled as
Mistress Sumara found her rhythm and spanked me soundly.It wasn’t long before was I breathing heavy,
the odd ‘Ouch’ escaping and any smack on the backs of my thighs caused me to
squeal which inevitably led to a flurry of smacks across both thighs, with my
kicking, and begging her, ‘Not there, please!’
All on deaf ears of course.
Finally satisfied, Mistress Sumara lets me stand only for
Mistress Silvia to quickly take her seat and pull me down over her knee.
Determined not to let the sting fade, Mistress Silvia lets me have it, big
time. Her smacks landing hard and fast and I was kicking and whining from the
I grabbed the hem of my T-Shirt, the only item of clothing I
was wearing and pulled it up and over my head.
I froze, my arms and head still within the T-Shirt.
I felt hands on my breasts, lifting, weighing, squeezing.
‘Not bad. A little sag. Nice nipples.’
I gasped as my nipples were pinched cruelly, nails digging
A SLAP accompanied the heat that bloomed across my left
I braced myself for a second slap but it never came.
Instead, fingers slide between my thighs, between my lips and two, I guessed,
entered me roughly, forcing me up onto tiptoes.
‘Tight. Not had kids yet?’
I shook my head.
My cheeks were pulled apart, wide and something cold touched
my smaller opening.
Gel, I realised.
I braced myself, but still gasped aloud as a finger entered
It takes a woman to truly disregard the thoughts and
feelings of another woman and these two seemed determined to prove that as the
finger went straight up.
One foot left the ground as I moved forward but I was held
steady by firm hands on my arse, holding me open as the finger withdrew, only
to re-enter with a second, stretching me wide, sliding deep within my bottom.
‘Not had much anal play, she’s really tight back here.’
The fingers left me.
‘And clean too.’
Heat washed through me.
‘Early thirties I’d say. Stand.’
I stood and the T-shirt was pulled from my head.
‘We’re both eighteen.’
I look at the girl speaking, noticing her smile, cruel,
mocking almost, my pussy tingled, and moisture moved within.
‘Your Master thought you would find it embarrassing having
to obey two teenagers. Is that right?’
I thought about it for a moment before nodding.
‘Well, we like embarrassing, though humiliating is better,
The other Mistress nodded.
‘But your Master, he has charged us to make it mortifying,
My face was burning. My body was awash with heat, so hot I
felt a fine sweat cover my skin.
Six months had passed since I joined with Master. Six months
of training. First came my Domestic Training, the house becoming my
responsibility to keep clean and tidy. Food ordered, prepared, and cooked,
washing and ironing done, even the gardening was mine to care for.
My first spanking had come from something simple. Master had
shown me the panels on the roof, generating free electricity for the house, but
I hadn’t listened carefully enough as he explained the limits of the panels,
the amount of electricity generated being dependant on the sun. So when making
Master’s breakfast, his tea and toast, I switch on the kettle and depressed the
bread in the toaster at the same time.
I hadn’t even registered Master’s presence before my right
nipple was grasped, pinched hard and pulled, leading me from the kitchen to the
living room and over his knee. My second spanking was when, without thinking, I
did the same thing ten days later. This resulted in a much firmer and longer
spanking including the addition of the paddle. Another constant source of
spanking was for leaving the lights on, something Master was quick to admonish
and punish. My continued leaving of the hall light on became so vexing for
Master, it eventually earned me the cane. A dozen stinging strips across my
bottom. As much as I felt chastised and remorseful, I can also remember the
feeling of euphoria as this truly was the Master I had been seeking, one who
wouldn’t hesitate to discipline me when needed.
The second month was Humiliation training. This started
simply with peeing in front of Master. Easy enough, I can recall smiling up at
Master as I sat on the loo, her pee splashing into the bowl beneath me. I’ve
peed many times with girlfriends within the cubicle, waiting their turn.
That one command had my cheeks blushing as I parted my
thighs wide, master dropping his gaze to watch my stream. Heat rushed through
me, and my heart pounded, wishing I hadn’t drunk so much wine and water.
He stayed silent as I wiped my lips and stood.
‘Finished?’ he asked.
I nodded but felt an unease. I was missing something.
And was instantly grabbed by the hair, led over to the bath
and bent over.
I remained there as the rasp of his belt, as it slid around
his waist and into his hands, filled the room. The leather slapped across both
cheeks, and I remember the sound was loud within the confines of the bathroom,
the sting instant and painful. I know I was lifting my feet alternately off the
ground as the heat and pain sunk into my bottom, despite my intention to take
my punishment stoically. Twelve times, the belt landed across my bottom, Master
alternating his standing position from my right to my left, to ensure an even
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I have to admit I was nervous.
My ambitions and desires were coming true.
I had found a partner, a Master, someone who longed to live
the lifestyle as I did, to live in his world,
not mine, not some compromised version of our lives combined, but his world. His
is a world well organized and I care for it with dedication, obedience, and love.
I make sure he is not stressed or overworked, that his home life is peaceful
and taken care of. He can relax in the knowledge that his meals will be
made, his home will be cleaned, his needs will be attended too, by me, his
Finally, I feel
like a fully functioning female, living a dream I have desired for many
years. My world happily revolves around and within his.
A car door slammed and my tummy flipped.
I peeked out of the window and saw several cars had pulled
up, men and women getting out, straightening their clothes before making their
way to the house.
The women were all dressed the same. Deep purple dresses
with slits up both sides of the dress to the hip. My pussy lips tingled as I
spied a thin chain running out of the slit of the dress of one woman, so thin
it barely creased the material as it snaked out towards the man leading her, as
he strode ahead confidently. My mind teased me with thoughts of clips biting
cruelly into her labia or tugging a clit ring. Biting my bottom lip, a habit,
and “tell” of my burgeoning arousal, I noticed several other women were
similarly leashed as my eyes swept over the group. Two couples further back
caught my eye as the approached. The men were walking behind the girls, and my
pussy clenched tightly, a small exhale of breath, as their chains caught the
light, slipping out from their dresses, back towards their Masters. I squeezed my
anus tightly as I imagined the plugs those girls were wearing, wondering how
big they were, had the girls made a fuss as they were pressed home, were there
bottoms pink from a spanking, if so?
Turning, I quickly made my way down the stairs so I could
greet the guests, the smooth silky material of my dress caressing my legs as I
It was a surprising change, to be allowed to wear clothes,
as I normally spend my days naked, and so many items of clothing too. My Master
having surprised me with lingerie just a few hours ago. Purple to match the
dress, knickers and bra (it had been ages since I have been allowed to wear one
of those,Master preferring my breast
free and available, even when clothed), garter belt and stockings, black with a
purple shimmer, over which a skin hugging dress of silk. After a long hot bath, I did my hair and
make-up, and then dressed. It was all quite the luxury and I feel wonderful and
odd at the same time. I cannot explain it really. Almost as if I am waiting for
the other shoe to drop, as the saying goes.
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