Mistress M - A tale of DOMestic bliss
The light cast across the room was soft and enchanting, dawn having
only just broken and provided it. Shedding it on a room where Rebecca
had lain alone all night, chained by her ankle to the foot of the
bed. It had been a punishment of sorts, although she hadn't
received a beating for her behaviour, she had been denied the pleasures
her Mistress usually granted her. The previous night had been a new
experience for her, and she was now paying the price for reacting
the way the did. Mistress M had kept Rebecca for two years now as
a slave, and Rebecca was much in love with her, never disobeying
any orders given - not until now.
The evening had began with the return of her Mistress, who greeted
her warmly at the door as she relieved her of her coat and briefcase,
and kissed her cheek.
"Tonight we have a guest joining us Rebecca, and I want you to
prepare the dining room for company, no need for you to cook as I
have ordered food to be delivered later. We shall expect our guest
at 8pm, so make sure you are ready."
Intrigued, she replied, "May I ask who it is ?"
"No, you may not", came the curt reply, "You receive
such information when I chose to give it. Now go and run a bath for
us while I pick out what you are to wear."
Rebecca answered with her eyes lowered, feeling foolish for having
been so impertinent, and scurried away to do as she had been told.
After running the bath, she returned to find Mistress M pouring them
both a glass of wine. "You may join me in the bath Rebecca,
I want you to look your best this evening for our guest. Come with
me now and undress me."
They went to the bedroom where Rebecca removed her clothes carefully
and slowly, folding them and neatly placing them on the bed.
She marvelled over the body of her Mistress, her skin so soft and
pale, her breasts firm, standing proud from her chest.
She admired the curves of her hips, how they framed the dark hair
of her sex so perfectly. The Mistress watched her and smiled as she
took her hand and led her into the Bathroom. She waited for permission
to remove her own clothes and join her, hoping she may be allowed
to perform some sexual favour whilst there. When it was granted she
stripped and brought their wine, passing a glass to her Mistress
and stepping into the large cast iron bath with her own. Although
it was big enough for two to lay comfortably within it, Rebecca
sat at one end waiting for further instruction.
"Would you like me to wash you Mistress ?"
"Yes, you may. Then you will shave my legs and my armpits".
She soaped the sponge and gently ran it over the beautiful body next
to her own, making sure to reach into every part, lovingly
completing her task. Then she began to shave her legs, being
ever so careful not to cut her, for that may cause her to be punished
as it had done once before.
"I see you have learned to shave without cutting me Rebecca...
you have been a very good girl indeed. Do not think such things go
unrewarded."
"Thank you Mistress" she beamed, and continued with confidence.
After finishing her armpits, she moved to sit at the foot of the
bath again, but the Mistress stopped her, pulling her towards the
opposite end. "You may lie next to me, come and kiss me now."
Immediately she struggled toward her through the thick foam,
and rested on her arm while leaning over to offer her lips, which
were received softly. They kissed gently at first, but soon
the kisses became firmer and deeper. Mistress M pulled her hair and
held her head firmly close to her own, kissing her much harder now,
causing Rebecca to moan slightly. She pulled away for a moment to
ask, "Would you like to pleasure me with your mouth ?"
Rebecca's heart leapt, all night she had waited patiently for
the chance to perform such a task, and she nodded while moving away
and trying to hide her excitement. She slid her body low enough to
place her mouth between her lovers legs, and put her hands under
her buttocks to lift her hips above the water slightly. How wonderful
a place, how she ached for the opportunity to pleasure her in this
way. Rebecca knew her body so well, and had been trained to
bring her to orgasm within minutes when required, but no urgency
had been given, so she started to kiss gently around her pubis,
teasing every part of her without opening her, savouring the moment
with her eyes tightly shut. Soon she had opened her wide with her
mouth, and was moving in and out of her slowly, teasing her
clit every so often, running her tongue in small circles, the
way she had learned. After a few minutes she felt the body beneath
her rise, the thighs tremble a little. Knowing this meant Mistress
M would soon reach orgasm, she tried delaying the inevitable by teasing
her with the tip of her tongue, dragging it slowly over her hard
soapy clit, not wanting to ever stop this most joyous of tasks.
"Rebecca, stop teasing me and look at me while you make me cum.
Do it now."
With mixed emotions she did as ordered and applied more pleasure to
her lovers swollen clit, flicking her tongue hard back and forth
over it much faster than before, eyes fixed on the face now contorted
with pleasure. Mistress M reached for Rebecca's head, pulling
it close into her sex, hips thrusting fast against her mouth.
She watched her slave closely as she came hard and fast, laughing
as she relaxed deep into the water, pulling Rebecca down with her
for a moment. She released her head and allowed her to surface for
air. "You are so very good at that my love, very good indeed,
and I think you will be most interested to see what I have planned for
you later." Still laughing she ordered Rebecca to fetch a towel for
her and stepped from the bath. They both returned to the bedroom
where Mistress M chose the clothes for her slave to wear, consisting
of a tight black corset, a collar and high black stilettos... so
she was to serve them almost naked tonight... who could this guest be to
warrant such a performance?
By five to eight they were dressed, the dining table set elegantly
with silverware, a fire was roaring in the grate, and the food had
been delivered and was currently warming in the oven. Rebecca asked
if she could do anything else for her before their mystery guest arrived,
and was told to sit beside her on the floor and wait until the door went,
then she was to invite their guest into the dining room and fetch them
all a drink.
The knock came at around five past, and Rebecca jumped up to
open the door. The woman stood smiling at her. "Good evening Rebecca",
she said, and stepped into the hall where her coat was taken from her.
She seemed familiar, not that the slave could picture the face,
but her voice was one she was sure she had heard before. They went
to the dining room as requested, and Rebecca took the decanted red
wine from the stand and poured two glasses, not assuming she would
be allowed one herself. As her Mistress entered, the two women
greeted each other warmly and sat at the table while Rebecca stood behind
them waiting for further instructions. She served the meal,
poured wine when asked, and spent the next hour or two desperately
trying to recall where she had heard that voice before. Over the
meal they talked of many things, but not the purpose of the evening,
until the woman told Rebecca to join the at the table. Rebecca glanced
at her Mistress looking for conformation, and found it in a slight
nod.
"Do you know why I have come here this evening ?", asked their
guest.
"No", she answered, "My Mistress told me I was to look my best,
but not the reason why."
"Well" continued the woman, "you are to receive a great honour
tonight, and you will not question the motives of your Mistress.
Do you understand ?"
The words struck her - she knew where the voice was from. Some
two years previous, before coming to live here, she had been taken
to a house where she had learned all things needed to become a worthy slave,
and the woman sat next to her was the one who had imparted upon her the
cruellest of beatings. As if to confirm her horror, the woman
spoke again.
"Answer me Rebecca", she barked.
"Uh, yes, I understand."
"You remember me now don't you my dear ? You know that to disobey
any order I give would result in a beating like those you received when
you were being trained, but this time you will see the face of your
teacher."
"I remember you well", she answered, with her eyes lowered.
A million thoughts rushed through her mind all at once. She recalled
the endless whippings and sexual tasks she was forced to perform,
wondering if that was to be what they wished of her now. The woman
commanded her to stoke the fire and kneel beside it. As she did so,
she raised her eyes to those of her Mistress, pleading with her to
protect her, to have mercy. She received only a look which
told her that the events would pass without intervention, and she
was surely at the mercy of her former Mistress. She knelt beside
the fire as instructed, and waited for further commands.
"Lean forward and place your hands behind your back", came the
command, and she did so, feeling the heat of the flames burning
her backside. The woman opened her bag and produced an iron,
which she placed in the fire. "Do you love your Mistress Rebecca
?"
"With all my heart", she replied.
"Unconditionally ?"
"I do." She glanced behind her where the iron glowed hot in the
coals, and suddenly realized that she was to be branded. The
panic washed over her and she cried out to her Mistress, begging
that she would not let this happen. The woman charged her,
and slapped her face so hard she nearly fell on her side. "Speak again
and I shall have to beat you."
Tears cascaded down her cheeks, now quite terrified at the thought
of the iron burning her flesh, she cried silently as she waited for
the moment. It came sooner than she expected, and the woman
took the iron from the fire and walked around her with it. Rebecca
saw the iron, and the mark it bore - it was not that of her Mistress'
but the initials of another. She screamed, and leapt up from
the fire, and ran from the room pursued by the two women. They
caught her before she reached the front door, and threw her down
hard on the wooden floor.
Mistress M gazed into her eyes as they held her. "You have failed a
test Rebecca, and for that you will be punished. If I choose
to mark you with the brand of another you have no right to refuse that
mark, especially one so sought after."
Confused, she blinked the tears away and stared terrified at
the two women. How could her Mistress love her when she wanted her
to wear the mark of another ? What reason would there be for it ?
No answers came to her. They took her to the room where she was to
spend the night alone, chained and naked.
"You have disobeyed me Rebecca, and I must think on whether I
will keep you here. At present I don't believe you deserve to stay,
but we will see."
The words almost stopped her heart, the merest thought of being
cast out from the home of her Mistress struck more fear into her than the
iron ever could. She would spent the night awake, thinking
over the past evening. She realized that there was more to being
a slave than she had ever imagined, more ways in which she would
submit to her Mistress, more reasons to give herself to this woman
who she loved.
The following morning she waited for a sound, a sign that she
would be allowed to stay, but none came. The day passed slowly.
The light passed from west to east, and died softly as the sun set.
By the time she lay in darkness again barely awake, the door
opened and she saw her Mistress standing there.
"One question", she asked, "If I asked you now to be branded,
what would your answer be ?"
Without question she answered; "I am yours Mistress, my body
is not my own. Do as you will with it." With this statement,
Rebecca finally submitted every ounce of individual freedom she had ever
felt, and the glow which embodied her was one of completeness.
She wanted nothing more than to stay here, and had spent all night
deciding that she would never question her Mistress again.
"You are a worthy slave, and you shall never be branded Rebecca.
The fact you are willing is enough, and I believe you would do anything
I ask of you now."
"Oh Mistress, I would, forgive my behaviour I beg of you."
Her eyes pleaded.
Mistress M unlocked the chain from her ankle and lay next to her on
the bed.
"I ask only one thing of you now - will you let me love you ?"
The joy which overcame Rebecca was enormous as she nodded and threw
her arms round her Mistress, who began touching and kissing her.
They lay as two lovers, and made love there for hours, Rebecca
being opened gently and tenderly by her lover. As her body shook
under that of her Mistress she felt for one moment equal, broken
in spirit but more loved than ever before. Was this the summit she
had sought ? The complete and utter truth to her nature ? Whatever
it was, it was her reality, and one she would never willingly
depart.
This was truly her domestic bliss.
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