She felt her heart begin to thump as Mistress passed the coffee table in front of the television and picked up a long steel ruler. She tapped it against her thigh as she approached, and Kathryn tensed to prepare for the inevitable blow.
The ruler struck her breast with a flash of startling pain and a loud slap. Kathryn tried her best to remain still, but she wanted nothing more than to curl into a ball and protect herself from further blows. Mistress vanished behind her, and every muscle in Kathryn's body tightened with fear.
"Hold your hands in prayer behind you, girl, and draw your elbows together."
She pressed her palms together and tried to make her elbows touch, but Kathryn realized she couldn't even bring them behind her back. With her hands held as if praying her elbows remained at her sides, no matter how much she tried to stretch.
Mistress ran the edge of the ruler down Kathryn's left upper arm and she bit her lip with dread, but the expected blow didn't come. Instead Kathryn heard Mistress place the ruler on the floor, and moments later she felt a length of rope loop around her arms, just a little above her elbows, and Mistress swiftly bound them together.
At first the rope was tied loosely, freezing her arms in the position in which she held them, but gradually, ever so gradually, Mistress pulled the ropes tighter. Kathryn felt her arms squeeze closer together behind her back, at first with just a touch of discomfort and then with a sharp pain as her joints were pulled into a tight and unnatural position.
"This will help with your flexibility, girl. You'll hold this pose until I'm satisfied you've loosened up, and then you'll show me without the rope. Wait here."
Behind her she heard the door open as Mistress left the room, and for the first time in minutes Kathryn allowed a sound to pass her lips, a light whimper in response to the discomfort. Already she felt the familiar tingle of pins and needles pricking at her fingers, knowing that they'd only become worse as the tight ropes cut off the circulation to her hands.
After ten minutes that felt like an hour Mistress Victoria stepped back into the room, and when she walked into Kathryn's eye line she noticed the woman was now dressed in more appropriate clothing, a pair of red silk panties and a black corset tightly tied at the back. Now Kathryn could see why she was a favorite of Master. She was stunning. Her hair was tied in a tight bun, and her skin was unblemished but for - Kathryn resisted gasping as she noticed - a small brand on the side of her right thigh in the shape of a P.
"How do you feel, girl?" asked Mistress, looming over Kathryn.
"It hurts, Mistress," replied Kathryn, deciding that honesty might be the best policy.
"Good," she replied. "It's supposed to hurt as your body adjusts to a new position. Don't shy away from the pain. Push further into it. Embrace it like the gift it is. Eventually you'll learn it makes you feel alive. Now, do you think you might be able to do better if we try without the rope?"
Kathryn blurted her response, "Yes, Mistress, please," though she was unsure if she'd be able to hold her elbows closer together once the binds were removed.
Mistress vanished behind her and tugged loose the knot and Kathryn immediately brought her arms to her front, blissful with relief as blood began to flow once more into her hands. She winced as the pins and needles returned with even greater force, pricking the tips of her fingers painfully.
"Now, show me how well you can do," Mistress ordered curtly.
Kathryn clasped her hands once more in prayer at the small of her back, trying to ignore the twin agonies of her prickling fingers and her raw, aching knees, and stretched her arms back as far as they could go. This time she felt her elbows move from her sides, slipping behind her back, but nowhere close to meeting behind her spine.
"Still pitiful, but a mild improvement. Never mind, we'll work on it in the future. Now hold your arms in that position. If I see your elbows slip wide you'll feel the ruler again."
Kathryn could feel the strain across her chest and shoulders, struggling to maintain the uncomfortable position as she watched Mistress hook her thumbs into the waist of her red silk panties and slide them down her thighs.
"Now, girl, you'll learn how to serve without fidgeting."
Kathryn watched as Mistress kicked her panties from her feet and dropped a hand between her legs. Her long, elegant fingers ran up and down the outer lips of her pussy, and Kathryn could see both were pierced with small silver rings.
"You're going to eat my cunt, girl, and you won't move from your position while you do so. Now, repeat what I just said to you."
Kathryn gulped, her eyes fixed on Mistress's waxed pussy just inches from her eyes. As she watched Mistress tugged lightly at one of the piercings, spreading her lips wide to allow a finger to slide between them.
"I'm going to eat your cunt, Mistress. I'm not going to move from my position."
"That's a good girl. Maybe if you have a nice little tongue I'll give a good report to Master. Now, open your mouth. I want to hear lots of happy, appreciative noises from you as you taste my pussy."
Mistress stepped closer and took a handful of Kathryn's hair in her fist, pulling her face roughly between her legs. Instantly Kathryn caught the strong scent of Mistress's pussy as her nose was buried into it, and almost without thinking she began to lap hungrily.
"There's a good little slut. That's right, don't be shy," whispered Mistress above her. Kathryn felt an unexpected wave of pleasure burst between her thighs as her center pulsed with the same delicious joy she'd felt while serving Master; that perfect feeling of ceding power to another, of allowing herself to be used for their pleasure. Almost without thinking she began to moan with arousal, her lips vibrating on Mistress's soft, moist skin.
Now Kathryn felt that pure release once again, like a drug coursing through her veins. She was nothing but a mouth, full lips and a wet tongue, and her only obligation was to bring pleasure. She was only as good as the stimulation she could provide, and she was determined not to disappoint. Her tongue moved swiftly, alternating between gentle sucks of Mistress's piercings and swift, deep dives inside her, lapping up her honey. She almost released her arms, eager to reach around Mistress and pull her closer, but the touch of the cold, hard ruler on her shoulder reminded her to stay in position.
"Oh, you're good at this. You must have had plenty of practice eating pussy, girl. Mmmm. I wonder how many dirty little sluts you've had come wrapped around your tongue."
Kathryn had no idea if she was telling the truth, and she knew she'd never before gone down on another woman, but from the soft moans of pleasure slipping from the lips of Mistress she suspected this was a hidden talent. With each moan Kathryn felt her own pussy drip with arousal, and her tongue lapped ever stronger in an effort to draw out more of these delightful sounds.
Mistress tugged at Kathryn's hair, sliding her face back and forth across her pussy and spreading her sweet, sticky honey across her cheeks. "I want you to smell like my cunt for the rest of the day, girl. You're never going to forget my taste." Kathryn stuck out her tongue, grazing Mistress's thighs as she moved, hunting for her sweet, dripping pussy. She knew her skin glistened with juice and she wished for her entire body to be covered in it. She wished she could bathe in Mistress's honey, just to hear her come.
Mistress pulled Kathryn back to her gushing slit, pulling her closer than ever, pressing her nose against the wet hood of her clit. "Taste me deep, slut," she moaned, her voice becoming more breathless by the moment. "I want your tongue to fuck me like Master's cock."
Kathryn stuck out her tongue as far as she could, pushing it deep into Mistress's pussy as her head was tugged quickly back and forth. She could feel juice and saliva roll down her chin and drip to her knees, and between her legs her own pussy was throbbing, gushing honey.
Mistress came powerfully, squirting juice across Kathryn's cheeks and pulling her face deep into her mound. Kathryn's felt Mistress's pussy clench around her tongue as her muscles contracted, and she moaned with pleasure at the sound of the joyou
s gasps above her.
No sooner had she begun to pant with release Mistress stopped, pushing Kathryn aside and stepping backwards. Kathryn had the presence of mind to stay in position, forcing her aching arms to remain behind her back, as Mistress ran her hand across her pink, shining lips before running it across Kathryn's face.
Mistress dipped to the floor to retrieve her discarded panties, balled them up and stepped closer to Kathryn, who watched with glazed eyes as she pushed the bundle into her wet pussy with a long, slender finger. She left them there for a moment, panting from the exertion of her orgasm, before pulling them slowly out.
"You'll wear these for the rest of the day, so you don't forget what a filthy whore you are. Stand."
Kathryn rose on weak, shaky legs, feeling her aching knees try to buckle beneath her, and presented herself in position one, her arms still held tight behind her back until Mistress held out the moist panties.
"Taste my scent, girl," she said, holding the moist, silken garment up to Kathryn's face. She dipped her head, pressed her mouth and nose into the bundle and licked it softly. Mistress smiled. "How does it taste?"
Kathryn moaned, "It tastes delicious, Mistress. Thank you." Her pussy quivered with a thrill of arousal as the scent of the juices lingered on her tongue.
Mistress nodded, satisfied by the response, and ordered her to put them on. The panties were soaked, darkened with juices, but Kathryn felt a warm pulse of ecstasy as she slid them up to her waist, the wet silk snug against her pussy and tight across her ass cheeks. Mistress poked her with a finger, pushing the gusset of the moist panties into Kathryn's pussy, smiling mischievously as she did so.
"It seems I misjudged you, Kathryn," she said, using her given name for the first time. "For a vanilla girl you show a remarkable willingness to follow commands, and it's been a long time since my pussy was eaten that well. Tell me, are you a lesbian?"
Kathryn almost laughed at the idea. "No, Mistress. I... I was just following orders, Mistress."
Mistress Victoria gave her a long, silent look. "And did you enjoy eating my pussy?"
Kathryn allowed herself a smile. "Yes, Mistress, I enjoyed it very much. I... I've never done that before."
"Well," she said, gently playing Kathryn's left nipple between two fingers, "it seems you're not averse to trying new things. I'm sure we'll be able to find a few more activities that awaken your desire while you're here. Now, let's move on."
The session continued with much less tension now Mistress had been satisfied. As she showed Kathryn the various positions she'd be expected to adopt she was gentle, almost tender, with her corrections. Mistress adopted several positions herself, showing Kathryn how Master would expect her to stand, to sit and kneel, before ordering her to copy the actions herself.
An hour passed before Mistress was satisfied Kathryn had the basic positions mastered, and all the while Kathryn enjoyed the lingering taste of Mistress's pussy on her lips. The wetness between her legs increased each time Mistress touched her, her eager body remembering the feeling of control Mistress had over her as she straightened Kathryn's back, adjusted the position of her arms and gently slapped her ass when she slouched.
As time went on it became clear that Mistress was growing horny once more. Her corrections became firmer, her spanks a little harder and her touches more lingering. Kathryn could sense her body excited Mistress, and she found herself intentionally making mistakes with her posture, hoping each time she slouched that the physical contact of Mistress's corrections might develop into something more.
Mistress, however, was more disciplined than Kathryn. Despite her clear arousal she refused to take the bait even as Kathryn saw her pussy becoming juicy once more. It was only when Mistress declared the lesson over that she allowed her hunger to break through her defenses
"Pleasure yourself for me, girl," she said, moments after Kathryn had slid her feet into her shoes. Kathryn licked her lips and reached a hand for her drenched pussy, but Mistress held up a finger, lowering herself to the ground.
"No, don't use your hands. You may use my body to bring yourself to orgasm. Leave the panties on."
Kathryn almost grinned, but before her lips parted she remembered decorum and replied demurely, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
She slowly walked towards Mistress Victoria, feeling the warm wetness of the silk slide across her pussy, and waited for Mistress to untie her corset and lay down on her back before she lowered herself on top of her.
Kathryn straddled Mistress's body gently, adjusting herself until her pussy pressed against her firm pelvis, and began slowly moving back and forth, grinding the tight, throbbing mound of her clit against the body beneath her.
Her moans came quickly, low and purring, as the hour of incessant teasing arousal came to a head. Mistress remained silent, smiling up with desire as Kathryn fucked herself hungrily using nothing but Mistress's firm, taut body for stimulation. She closed her eyes, feeling her orgasm swiftly approach and wishing she could freeze this joyous moment for hours, when Mistress clasped her hands on Kathryn's buttocks and pulled her firmly towards her breasts.
Kathryn took her meaning, sliding upwards and placing her pussy against Mistress's right breast, and she gasped as the firm nipple met her clit. There was no holding back now, and through the snug, moist silk of her panties her orgasm burst forth, her pussy gushing and her mouth opening to emit a strangled gasp of pleasure.
"Thank you, Mistress, thank you!" she yelled, pressing her body ever more firmly onto the tight nub of her Mistress's nipple. Her gasps were joined by the woman beneath her as Mistress tucked her hand between her thighs and feverishly massaged her own clit, and for a long, blissful moment the two women shared a transcendent climax.
Mistress was the first to recover, wriggling happily beneath Kathryn as the final waves of her orgasm flooded her body. She smiled up at her conquest. "Oh, you are a delicious little thing, aren't you?" She shrugged Kathryn aside, raising herself onto her elbows. "I'll have to remember to bring a few fun little toys next time we meet. Now off you go, girl. You have an appointment with Master this evening."
Kathryn stood slowly, tottering in her high heels and grinning at the wet, juicy feeling between her legs. "Thank you, Mistress. I hope to see you again soon, if you'll permit."
She made for the door, pausing only when Mistress gave her a final instruction before she left.
"Don't shower, girl. I want you to be covered in my scent when you see him."
Chapter Four
Kathryn returned to her shared room, slightly dazed and with the strong smell of Mistress still on her. She lost herself in the endless, empty corridors, and it wasn't until she found the first kitchen Amelie and she had passed through on the way to meet Mistress that she finally stumbled on the correct door.
By the time she fell into the room - empty; Amelie must have been elsewhere performing whatever duties filled her day - her panties were cold and uncomfortable, clinging to her skin. She knew not to remove them, of course, but she wished she could shower before meeting Master once again. She wanted to be perfect for him, clean and fresh, ready to be used in any way he desired.
She must have drifted off to sleep sometime after falling onto the bed. When she opened her eyes she found Amelie sat beside her in a pretty red dress, scowling beneath her messy blonde hair and scribbling on a piece of paper.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" she asked, dropping the pen to the bed.
"No, not at all," she replied, stretching beneath the duvet. "I didn't even know I was asleep. Hey, what are you doing?" Kathryn gestured to the paper.
Amelie frowned. "I'm writing lines. 100 every day, with my left hand."
Amelie massaged her wrist as Kathryn took a peek at the messy handwriting on the paper. "'My pussy belongs to my Master. I will not play with my pussy without permission'. Part of your punishment?"
Amelie nodded. "Oh, it's my own fault. I just wish he'd give me a good spanking instead, but he knows I'd lov
e it."
"I must remember never to play with myself," Kathryn giggled. "I'm dyslexic."
Amelie jumped up from the bed suddenly. "I almost forgot! I brought you a sandwich. Figured you'd be hungry after a morning with Mistress."
"Oh, you're a life saver," Kathryn gasped. "I'm starving!" She took the plate and wolfed down a pickle before hungrily devouring the chicken sandwich with satisfied groans.
"So you know you're seeing Master for your induction tonight, right?" asked Amelie, returning to her task.
Kathryn swallowed. "Yeah, I know I'm supposed to meet him, but I wasn't told why. What does that mean, induction?"
"You need to be accepted into the house. It's a pretty big deal. We'll all be there. All the submissives, I mean."
Kathryn realized she had no idea just who lived in the house. So far she'd only met Master, Mistress Victoria and Amelie. Apart from that the house seemed deserted. Now she thought about it she realized she'd barely asked any questions at all. The last day had passed like a bizarre dream, one from which she still expected to wake at any moment.
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