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It has been four months since I moved to New Jersey now. Four amazing months since I have known my Mistress. She has been so accommodating of my work schedule as it isn't your typical 9am-5pm Monday-Friday work schedule.
I preferred to work nights, do I usually got home around midnight, not going to sleep until 1 or 2 in the morning. My days off were Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I usually stayed the night with Mistress on Monday, coming in at midnight at the latest, and didn't go home until I got off work Wednesday night.
I had gotten home later than usual due to a heavy snow storm. My driving had gotten better since I moved here, but this storm was horrible. About 3 feet of snow. The most I had ever seen in my life. I took it extremely slow, going 10mph. I finally got to Her house around 1am, much later than ever. Mistress had tried to call me several times, but I had no service on the way back.
The moment I step foot in the door, She had pulled me into a bear hug. I sighed, loving Her hugs but knew this one was different.
"I was so worried about you, Kitten. The amount of snow that had fallen, the time of night, you not answering my calls, AND the fact you have never driven in this much snow had me terrified." Mistress had went on, but trailed off in the middle of Her sentence.
I looked up at the woman I love and gently pressed my hand into Her cheek.
"My phone had no reception, so I never received Your calls. I drove 10mph just like You told me. Night time driving is nothing new to me. It's something I am used to. I'm safe. I'm home. I'm with You, Mistress." My voice was soft, reassuring Her that Her pet was safe.
We had gone bed after I reheat my dinner. Man, I love my sisters Kat and Haley. They are pretty good at making dinner. Snuggled up in my own bed, I am drifting off to sleep when I feel something beside me. Rolling over, I find Mistress curling up to my back.
"Is something wrong, Mistress? You hardly ever come to my bed."
Concerned, I become curious on what could be wrong as we had only taken short naps in the same bed.
"No, nothing's wrong, Kitten. I just wanted to sleep next to you but didn't feel like coming to get you to just walk back to my room." She replied, almost dismissively.
I sigh happily and cuddle up tight in Her arms, my back pressed tight against Her breasts.
Waking up later that day, I roll over to find the bed empty. I wonder to myself if it was just a dream that She had crawled in bed with me or if She just left while I was asleep. I shrug and decide to jump in the shower before grabbing my normal cup of coffee. I take my time in the shower, loving the warm water running down my body. I dry off and walk out with only a towel on.
Heading to the kitchen, I notice my cup is fresh. That's odd... Mistress never makes me a cup of coffee. I always make Her tea when I'm here with Her. I take a sip and sigh, noticing that She did notice how I like it. I am standing at the kitchen counter looking out the window as She quietly sneaks up behind me, wrapping Her arms around my waist.
"I made you your morning coffee... where are you supposed to be, Kitten?"
I gasp, having completely forgotten about my morning routine as I thought She wasn't home. Damnit!
Setting my coffee down on counter, I quickly kneel before my Mistress, making sure to lock my hands behind my back as She had shown me how three years ago.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. Good morning." I softly whisper, concerned that I was in trouble.
She smiles softly but has a stern edge to Her voice. "I do not care where I am. What part of the house I am in. You look for me within the house as soon as you get your coffee then you kneel. If I am not home, you are to immediately text me 'Good morning Mistress' and I will respond when I can. Understood?"
My god... almost as bad as actually being scolded. My head bows as I let out a soft whimper.
"Yes Mistress. I understand."
We get through the rest of the morning without any problems, and I make us some lunch. Not too keen on eating three square meals a day, I quickly fix grilled cheese. Mistress has been on me to eat more, so I decided to eat small things. She still isn't happy about that, but it's better than me eating once or twice a day. Doing the dishes, I quickly clean up the kitchen without needing to be told. She walks into the kitchen, kisses my cheek and smacks my ass without warning. Still needing to get used to that, I squeal and manage to soak the entire upper part of my body. Groaning, I use a towel to clean myself off and turn around, but she is already gone.
Mistress returns after a short while, I am now on the computer doing a few last-minute things needed for work.
"Do you ever stop working, Kitten?"
I finally look up for the first time in almost an hour, and sigh.
"Sometimes." I reply, completely forgetting about another rule of Hers.
No short answers. Mistress comes over to me and grabs the back of my neck above my collar and give it a sharp tug. Groaning in both pleasure and pain, I stand up, allowing Mistress to lead me where She needs me to go.
"I am tired of reminding you about my rules, Kitten."
Oh no.... I'm in trouble now.
Leading me to the kitchen, that is the last place I had assumed She would take me. Stopping, She waves Her hand at me, silently telling me to strip as She sits down in Her chair at the kitchen table. I better make this good, so I don't get nearly as bad of a punishment as I was expecting.
Slowly moving my hips to the best of music inside my head, I start with my shirt. Pulling it up ever-so-slowly, I teasingly expose my stomach then my breasts which are covered by a dark blue, see-through lace bra picked out by Her that morning. I toss the shirt over to the side on the floor and pull only one strap to the bra off.
Moving to my pants, I slowly unbutton and unzip them, revealing the matching dark blue lace G-string that has also been picked out by Her. I turn around and bend at the waist as I pull my pants down, shaking my ass for Mistress as I do. Now for the grand finale. I reach my hands back and slowly, even slower than I did with my shirt, peel the G-string down my legs and kick it to the side. Turning around, I lower myself to the ground, kneeling as I take the bra off and toss it to the side.
Having seen the show, I put on for Her, Mistress stands up and goes to me. Running Her fingers through my hair, She softly sighs.
"You do that too well for your own good, Kitten." She murmurs, still petting me.
Walking away to grab something I cannot see, but can hear, I know that She is grabbing my leash now. A shiver runs down my spine, wondering what She is going to do. She walks back to me and takes hold of my... HER... collar and attaches the leash to the D-ring, a soft click ensuring it is in place.
"Follow me, Kitten- and keep up!" She says, Her voice sounding both fierce and excited.
Keeping up isn't as easy as you would think. I wasn't walking, I was crawling behind Her on the ground. Not used to being in a leash at all, I try to find a middle ground between the damn chain and my eyes since it keeps wanting to hit my nose. Frustrated, knowing I cannot keep up yet without having experience with finding that middle ground, I am rather horrible at keeping up with Mistress. I know this is frustrating Her, but She doesn't say anything.
She leads me into a room I had never been before that has yet another door. Opening the door, I peer around Her. Stairs? Why are there stairs? Where do they go? And why haven't I noticed these before? She leads me down the dreaded stairs, and thank you to my clumsiness, the chain gets caught up in my arms and all tangled in me. I peer up at my Mistress and whimper, I cannot move. Looking behind Her, She sighs heavily and slowly untangles me from that damned chain.
Once downstairs, She must hit a light switch. Oh. My. God. That light is so bright it hurts my eyes. Whining softly instead of verbally communicating, I let Her know that I cannot see yet. She releases the leash, and I feel the weight of it drop down my whole torso.
Shuddering from the cold metal suddenly on me, my eyes slowly adjusting. Finally, I can see now what the- holy hell!!! How long has She been collecting all of this?!? A St. Andrews cross. stocks. another huge bed. a suspension system. a crate. some strange round thing I had never even seen before. Man, I thought I had seen it all, but apparently, I was wrong. But that crate... I shiver in fear, knowing that if She were to lock me in there, I may have an anxiety attack. Thank God I told Her long ago that I am claustrophobic.
Mistress returns to my side and grabs the leash from the floor. Giving it a sharp tug, I follow Her once more. She walks me over to the cross, knowing that I am familiar with it. Grabbing the back of my hair suddenly, She pulls me up to where I am standing.
"You know this. Get in position. Now."
Scrambling, I scurry over to the cross and place both of my arms against the velvet side of the wooden cross, spreading my legs to where they are exposing all of me. And by all, I mean ALL.
Securing my wrists with soft handcuffs, Mistress takes the leash and drapes it over the connecting pieces of the cross. She makes sure to remove my glasses, then places a very dark blindfold over my eyes. I am engulfed in darkness, having to rely solely on my hearing and sense of smell now. I can smell Her perfume, so I know She is close by, but I cannot see Her. I turn my head, trying to listen for Her footsteps. Hearing absolutely nothing, I am left with only smelling Her.
Mistress circles me slowly, looking at Her latest pet. Grabbing Her favorite whip from the wall, being so careful to not make noise, She walks over to me. All I hear is a 'whoosh' and then the whip licks my back. I take hold of the handcuff chains and shudder, not having expected the strike.
"One, Mistress. Thank You Mistress."
I make sure to not forget what She had taught me over the years, count and say thank you. No matter how far I go, I always count and say thank you. The first strike is done then She begins to constantly let the whip lick my back. Strike after strike.
By the time I got twenty in counting, my chest is heaving as I pant to catch my breath. I anticipate the next strike, but to my surprise there isn't another. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, I finally regain my bearings. Hearing an object either being picked up or set down, I let out a soft, content sigh. Mistress returns to my side and slowly runs Her nails up and down my spine on the soft, tender flesh of my back that had just been whipped. Moaning, I do my best to stay still without squirming. I feel something hard and small just running up and down my slit, and I know that it will be soaked by the time She moves it.
Mistress moves, I hear a sharp hissing noise and then a firm 'Crack!' Crying out in surprise, I jerk and groan. Once more, I hear the hiss and feel the smack of something small, round and long. Ohhhh my god... Mistress is using my favorite thing on me. A cane. With each smack of the cane, it brings me closer to the edge of no return. Each time She hits my ass with it, I can feel the muscles in my abdomen quiver.
"Mistress, I'm close..." I whimper, hoping and begging that She will let me cum.
"Not yet, pet. Hold it..."
Those dreaded words... to be told no when you so need to cum.
Giving me a moment to rest, Mistress releases me from my bonds and removes the blindfold. Instantly, I drop to my knees and kneel before Her. Taking the handle of the leash, She leads me to the stocks. Something I have seen and watched, but never used. Mistress unhooks the leash and sets it on the bed. Opening the top portion of the stocks, She looks at me.
"Come here, Kitten." My god, that soft voice again. Standing up, I walk over to Her. She sets Her hand on the middle of my back and gently pushes, urging me to place my head in the middle compartment. I take a guess and place my wrists in either of the much smaller indents. Earning a soft pay on the ass, She closes the top down, locking my head and wrists in place. Taking my waist, She positions me exactly where She wants me to be.
Moving away once more, I am left in total solitude without Her. Mistress returns and places the blindfold over my eyes once more. Leaving me in darkness, I rely on my hearing once more. Jingles... I hear something jingling. It's not keys, but something different. What could it be? I feel Her hands on my shoulders, and I relax at Her touch. She leaves Her hands on me for a moment before She speaks.
"Are you ready, Kitten?" Her voice sounds so close yet so far away... oh how I long to touch Her.
To beg Her for release, but it seems my mouth is wanting to work on auto pilot.
"Yes Mistress." I hear myself reply, and the internal kicking begins.
Oh... my... god... is all that goes through my mind as soon as She drives Her dildo home, Her thighs connecting with my ass. The breath is knocked out of me as soon as I took it, having not expected Her to drive home Her dildo so quickly or fiercely. Mistress begins to slam Her hips into me over and over without mercy. I can hear my juices flowing down and onto Her legs, knowing that when I am finally allowed my release, it will be a major one.
Groan after groan, my hips beginning to rock on their own accord now. Meeting Her thrusts with the same intensity, Mistress makes sure that Her thrusts are harder and faster, making it plain to tell who is clearly in charge. I can’t take it anymore...
"Please, Mistress... Your pitiful slave begs You to allow her to cum.." I resort to begging, hoping that She will finally allow me to cum.
"Not yet, Kitten. Just a little longer. Hold on, Kitten." She replies, completely shattering me in the moment.
I so want to beg Her more, but I know better. Mistress said no. That means no. But I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.
Staying in a fast and cruel rhythm of driving the phallus cock deep into me, Mistress reaches around to grab hold of my nipples. Rock hard, like diamonds, She does not have to work to make them stand at attention. First, She gropes them, kneeling them painfully yet blissfully.
"When I say cum, you cum." She whispers in my ear.
A sharp shiver goes from my spine all the way down to my clit as I hear this. I'm about to get release!!
"Yes Mistress..." I reply, not wanting to let my beloved Mistress down.
She slides one hand down my stomach to rest right above my clit but refuses to touch it. With Her right hand, She pinches my nipples hard, shooting pains from it all the way down to my core. Moaning, my hips being to buck even harder than before.
"Cum now, slut." She whispers sharply into my ear.
Feeling Her hand on my clit now, furiously rubbing it, I let out a scream louder than I ever had before. My entire body convulses, my juices squirting out from between the harness and my inner core. I black out completely, going slack within the stocks.
What is on my arm? It tickles... but it feels good. And why do my eyelids feel like they have a thousand-pound weights on them? Am I floating on a cloud?
I slowly open my eyes, realizing that Mistress had moved me from the stocks to the bed. She must have also cleaned me up because I'm not sticky. I can feel one arm under my head, acting as a pillow, as Her other arm is draped over ne rubbing my arm. I feel so safe right here. Softly groaning as I move, every part of me hurts.
"Thank You for everything, Mistress..." I say, my voice still sounding like it is hundreds of miles away.
"You earned it, Kitten. It is always my pleasure to give you what You need." She replies, leaning down to place a soft kiss upon my cheek.
Thank god I have tomorrow off. I'm so going to need all the sleep I can get.
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