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Altered Fates: Punishment By Morpheus I stopped in front of the building and stared at it for several seconds, my gut clenched nervously, which it did every time that I came there. The building was a 4 story brownstone...though it was only something on one of those floors that I was interested in. My name was Edward Combs, an average looking man of 32, standing at 5 foot 11 and with an average job. I was also a widower. A burst of guilt washed through me at that, as it did every time. Every time since... Three years ago, my wife and I had been in an accident...a car wreck. And it was my fault. Another wave of guilt washed through me. I had been the one driving at the time, to my wife's protests, but I had also been drinking just a short while earlier. Before I knew what had happened, we had hit another car...and my wife died slowly that night in the hospital, though the driver of the other car had died instantly. As did my...my unborn daughter. I had been the only survivor. I paused, choking on the memories as I stared at the brownstone, slowly stepping towards the door. In the mess, the police hadn't realized that I'd been drinking and later announced that it had been the other driver's fault. But I knew better. I had lived with that guilt...with the last memory of my wife's face for every single day since. At first I had tried drowning my suffering in the same thing that caused it...alcohol. However, that did little good. It didn't...couldn't erase the fact that I was the one responsible. That I deserved to be punished. As soon as I stepped into the brownstone, I felt the familiar nervous anticipation. It only grew while I made my way upstairs, finally stopping in front of the door to the third floor and knocking. After a minute that nearly seemed an eternity, the door creaked open and revealed a stunning but intimidating sight. A gorgeous woman stood there, standing 6 foot 3 in her black stiletto heeled, thigh length boots which perfectly matched the rest of her costume. There were black latex gloves that went above her elbows and a black latex costume that consisted of a corset. The whole thing had small buckles and silvery spikes scattered among the revealing glimpses of flesh. And on top of it was a gorgeous face, framed with wild red hair. "I..." I gulped, "Mistress..." A sudden smack across my face knocked be backward, my cheek stinging badly. "How dare you slave?" I dropped to my knees, not sure of my offense but knowing that I deserved to be punished. "Please forgive me mistress." I begged, not looking up from her feet. Mistress Delilah grabbed me by my throat and pulled me back to my feet, letting me get a look of the authoritative...cruel look in her eyes "Get in here fool. You're 10 seconds late and you're going to be punished for that." She pulled a whip from her side and cracked it in the air, the tip coming just an inch from my cheek. I hurried inside, shuddering nervously and wondering what my mistress had planned for my punishment. At one time...before the accident, I never would have considered...or believed that I could become the plaything of a dominatrix...much less pay for that privilege. But I deserved to be punished. Once I was inside and the door was firmly locked, I went down the hall with my mistress...crawling on my hands and knees to the first door then going inside that one. The room...or set of connected rooms took well over half of the brownstone's floor. It was my mistresses...professional workspace. In those rooms were all of the various tools and costumes of her trade, though what covered the rest of the that floor I did not know. "Clean my boots scum." Mistress Delilah ordered. With that command, I started licking at her boots, feeling completely humiliated by the act but knowing that it was no less than what I deserved. I welcomed the humiliation. I welcomed the pain, even as my guilt grew stronger for enjoying the erotic sensations that Mistress Delilah created. Even as I complied, licking the shiny and sexy boots, I knew that I had become trapped in a cycle of guilt, sex, pleasure and pain. After the preliminary was over, I was stripped naked, or actually, cut naked. Mistress Delilah used a nasty looking knife and cut my clothes off of me, while I stood perfectly still, hoping that she wouldn't cut me. And partly hoping that she would. I didn't like pain...I didn't enjoy it...but strangely enough, getting what I deserved made me feel just a little better...a little less guilty, even if only for a short while. "Pathetic." Mistress Delilah sneered, staring at my crotch and making me want to cringe. Without warning, she grabbed my testicles and squeezed...not hard enough to truly hurt but just enough to make me extremely uncomfortable. "I've seen a bigger dick on my dog. Is that what you are?" she asked me, a cruel smirk on her face. "What is that mistress?" I asked. "A bitch." my mistress replied, squeezing just a little harder. "Is that what you are? A stupid, useless bitch?" I stared at the ground, my cheeks burning. "Yes mistress." I whimpered. She pulled my face back up and stared me in the eyes, making me cringe. "Say it." she ordered, squeezing my cheeks painfully while squeezing my crotch with her other hand. "I'm your bitch." I responded, burring with humiliation. "Louder BITCH!" she growled, giving my balls another squeeze. "And if I don't like the way you say it this time...I'll spay you myself." Without any hesitation, I nearly yelled, "I'm your bitch!" My mistress seemed satisfied with that and let go of me. Her next instructions were to stand against the wall...as part of my punishment for being 'late', then she chained me to it and started using her whip on my back. Each lash burned, but I knew from experience that she didn't actually cut the skin with her lashes. It just felt like it. After I was finished being whipped, my mistress turned and left the room, though I knew that she would be back in a minute. Or a bit longer since she left me chained to the wall. My short break was merely the calm before the storm. Letting me relax before the true game began. Vaguely, I wondered what she had planned and how long the session was going to last. Each time was different and could last anywhere from 5 minutes to overnight, though most of the time my sessions with Mistress Delilah were no more than 2 hours. It all depended on her mood and I wasn't her only client after all. During my short break, I looked around Mistress Delilah's 'dungeon', which wasn't easy from my position. There were chain and straps connected to the walls and devices scattered about. Some large and some small, not all of them ones that I was familiar with, though some looked extremely painful. At that moment, I remembered some of the things that I'd both learned and heard about Mistress Delilah. I knew that she wasn't the only one in her profession in the building, and I suspected that each floor was ran by someone in a similar...profession. Probably just different...specializations. I knew that she had other clients, though I hadn't met any, and I'd heard that they weren't always willing clients. I'd seen enough hints to convince me that this was probably true, though I didn't question it or look for any more information. Finally, after only a minute, Mistress Delilah stepped back into view, holding a burning cigarette in one of those long holders in her hand, a cruel and almost amused smile on her face and something in her hands. A bundle of clothes. I wondered briefly if she intended to dress me up as a French maid again like she had the week before. It had been absolutely humiliating...just what I needed. Just what I deserved. Mistress Delilah stood back and watched me for a moment, blowing a stream of smoke out before walking towards me, a cruel smile on her face. "What are you looking at bitch?" she snarled. "N...nothing mistress." I gasped in response. "ARE YOU CALLING ME NOTHING?" she practically screamed stepping up behind me. "N...no mistress." I responded weakly. She just spat out, "You're a useless, stupid bitch. I don't know why I even bother with you." Then with that, she stubbed her cigarette out...right onto my arm. I screamed while she said, "Cry like the little bitch you are." A minute later, Mistress Delilah undid my chains and I grabbed at the spot on my arm where she'd burned me. There was a round circle with a nasty looking little burn. It hurt even worse than it looked. "I have some new clothes for you bitch." she dropped them in a bundle on the ground. I quickly bent over and picked up the clothes, gulping at the sight of a horribly frilly pink dress. It looked like something a little girl would wear...or at least be forced to wear for Easter. And it was just about the right size for me...as I guessed where the pair of pink high heels. "Aren't you going to thank your mistress?" Mistress Delilah asked threateningly, stretching her whip between her hands. "Thank you mistress." I told her quickly. "Thank you for the dress." I felt almost sick at the very sight of it. Mistress Delilah then surprised my by reaching out and dropping something into my hands. I looked down and saw that it was some sort of cheap looking bronze necklace. At my confused look, my mistress explained, "Every girl needs jewelry but a little bitch like you doesn't deserve anything more than this second-hand store junk." "Th...thank you mistress." I told her, knowing that it was the required answer. However, she impatiently grabbed the necklace out of my hands and roughly put it over my head, ordering me to hurry up and get dressed...or risk getting her angry. I hesitated for just a second though as she put the necklace on me, thinking that something felt...wrong. But I only hesitated a second before I began to work with the dress...feeling humiliated already and knowing that it would only get worse. I struggled with the dress for several minutes while Mistress Delilah hurled insults at me. Then I looked back at her and paused in surprise. Was that HAIR on her chest? There was...just a little growing on her cleavage, really confused me. Especially when it seemed to actually grow and spread as I watched. "What are you staring at bitch?" Mistress Delilah snapped, hitting me across my shoulder and back with her whip. "How dare you stare at me without my permission." She hit me again. The stinging pain was nothing compared to the whipping that I'd received earlier, or at least it wouldn't have been if my back wasn't still extremely tender. I gulped, and looked away, grabbing at the high heels and the rest of the frilly girlish things that my mistress had brought me. I started to continue putting the stuff on but couldn't resist looking at Mistress Delilah again, even knowing that I'd be punished. Perhaps partly because I would be. Then I froze, unable to help myself. Her chest was definitely a little more hairy...and a little flatter. Her tits didn't stretch her costume as much as they had and it looked looser. "M....mistress..." I gulped, pointing towards her chest, "Your chest..." "What is it?" she snarled, hitting me with the whip again before finally looking down to see what I was so interested in. Then she was the one who gasped in surprise. "What the fuck is this?" She grabbed at her chest in surprise. I stared at her for a moment, then glanced down at myself sort of self consciously...gasping yet again when I realized that she wasn't the only one who was changing for some reason. My chest was noticeably less hairy...and as I rubbed my hand over it, I couldn't help but noticing that it felt softer...almost puffy. "What did you do to me?" Mistress Delilah screamed furiously, lashing at me with her whip while I crawled backward across the ground. She stopped after a moment, then returned to staring at herself, her chest and then arms, pulling off her gloves with a grunt. I just stared at her in confusion then looked back down at myself, seeing that the changes had continued. My arms were now noticeably less hair, and when I looked, so were my legs. My whole body felt sort of strange and I could almost feel my flesh moving around on me. For a moment, I just stared at myself, deciding that it had to be one of my mistresses latest games. She'd drugged me. She had to have, probably with something on her whip. That or something like virtual reality. All I knew was that it felt pretty damn real. However, there was one thing that was out of place for my theory and I couldn't help noticing it. Why then was Mistress Delilah changing? Or more specifically, why was she acting the way she was? She actually looked nervous...worried...scared. Things that I'd never even imagined that she was capable of feeling much less showing in front of me. "Damn this is tight." my mistress growled, starting to strip off her boots and struggling with them. There was an unmistakable look of pain on her face that left me speechless. I looked back down at myself, feeling even stranger. My hands didn't look right at all. They seemed...slimmer. Longer sort of. And of course my arm hair seemed to be nearly all gone, but that wasn't the least of my changes. My chest had now become almost completely hairless as well and my chest was pushing out in two small mounts...looking almost like an adolescent girl's tits. "Holy shit." I gasped, realizing what seemed to be happening to me. I seemed to be turning more...girlish. Probably to fit into that damn frilly dress better. I'd strongly suspected that Mistress Delilah had done some of that forced feminization stuff to some of her clients, and she had even seemed to be starting me on it...but this was too much. It had to be her...but then again, the look of pain and confusion on her face was unmistakable. Whatever this was, I was beginning to doubt that she really was the one responsible. "GET THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME!" she screamed, grasping at her corset frantically. Her voice sounded wrong...very wrong. "Mistress..." I gasped, "What's happening?" I couldn't help but noticing that my voice had changed as well, sounding a little more like a woman's. The dress that I had only halfway on was starting to pinch me in places, so I quickly took it off, then looked back at Mistress Delilah who had taken off her boots and gloves but was still fighting with her corset, looking more and more pained with every second. More pained and much less like herself. I could see hair on her arms...and not the red of her hair. More of a dark brown. "Please get this off me." she begged, sounding nothing at all like the cruel mistress that I knew. I stood up, feeling extremely odd. My hips seemed to be wider and my butt had changed. A single glance told me that my waist was somewhat thinner as well and my developing breasts had developed a bit more. "What is happening to me?" I whispered, "To us?" My fingernails had stretched out a little beyond the tips of my fingers, which they'd never done before. I felt something tickling my shoulders and knew that my hair had to be growing. That was an easy guess though as my mistresses hair was becoming shorter...and changing color. It was turning from red to a brownish color. "Please help me." she cried grasping at her corset still. I'd never heard her begging...or even ASKING for anything before. She told. She ordered. She didn't beg. EVER. She'd already started getting it undone, but with her obviously changing body shape, it wasn't doing much good. A moment later, I rushed to her and started to undo it from behind. After the corset had come off and Mistress Delilah was out of the rest of her costume, which had grown far too tight through most of it but was obviously too loose in front where her almost tiny breasts now rested...continuing to shrink. I stepped back and stared at her in amazement...realizing that there was something eerily familiar about the way she now looked. Then I looked down at myself and gulped, seeing that I was looking almost like a woman now. My cock was only 2 inches long and my balls were completely gone. I actually had tits now as well. "Shit!" I grimaced, grabbing at my shrinking equipment and then pulling my hand away slowly, realizing that it would probably be useless. Whatever was happening, I knew that I was finally getting what I deserved. I was being punished for what I'd done to my wife and daughter. Mistress Delilah stood up in front of me, staring at herself, just as I had been. Her body was no longer that of a woman at all. She was turning into a man...and was almost all the way finished from the look of it. Just as I was almost finished being turned into a woman. Her appearance was screaming out familiarity. "God I fucking hurt." she growled, scratching at her arm. I froze, my eyes going to her arm and seeing a fresh, small round burn mark. "Oh shit." I gasped, suddenly realizing why she now looked so familiar. She looked like ME. With a dawning understanding, I quickly reached for the hair that was ticking my back, pulling some of it into view. It was red. The same color of red as Mistress Delilah's. Letting go of my hair, I looked down at my body again. My crotch seemed to have finished changing, looking like that of a woman's, with a small patch of red hair around my new pussy. I looked away from that, to my rather large seeming but firm breasts. They felt a little odd...strange having that weight on my chest, but not too uncomfortable. My whole body felt extremely strange, but rather good at the same time. I stretched my myself, amazed at just how good that felt. I couldn't help but noticing the firm muscle tone that I now had. Mistress Delilah had been extremely sexy, but she'd had a definite athletic build as well. It was strange for me since I'd never really had that kind of muscle tone before, but it did feel rather nice. "No fucking way." I whispered, staring at myself for a moment longer before looking at Mistress Delilah. She now looked identical to me, or at least the me that I'd been just a short while earlier. It was obvious that her whole body was all male now, just as mine seemed to be all female. However, the horribly smeared and smushed up makeup on her now male face looked extremely out of place, as did the fingernail polish which was bunched up around her cuticles. As I stared at her, I felt a slight sickness in the bottom of my stomach. Not at the change itself since I had started feeling oddly zenlike about it, but just at the sight of her. Of him. That was a face that I'd grown to hate. "Do you know what's going on?" Mistress Delilah demanded. However, I turned away, no longer feeling intimidated by her. Not in that body. I bent down and looked at myself again, feeling strangely calm about it. Then again, I had hated myself, so it didn't exactly feel like a punishment or curse to be removed from my body. As I stared at myself...and the somewhat familiar shape of Mistress Delilah, thoughts swirled in my mind. I was Mistress Delilah. Me. My whole mind seemed to twist under the realization and I looked up at Mistress Delilah...at the man across from me. I was Mistress Delilah. I deserved to be punished. Me. That was Edward Combs. I felt a burning in the bottom of my stomach at that, knowing as I always have that Edward Combs had to be punished. That Edward Combs needed it. But I wasn't Edward Combs anymore. I was Mistress Delilah. For several seconds, everything seemed to swirl inside my head in a confusing morass, until finally everything snapped together in a blinding instant of clarity. At that moment, I suddenly felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from me. All of the guilt and self loathing that had driven me from the accident was no longer there. After all my searching, I was finally free of it. Instead, I felt another burning need. I was Mistress Delilah. That was Edward Combs, and Edward Combs needed to be punished. "Punishment." I whispered, smiling a faint but cruel smile as I stared at Edward, burning with hate. With vengeance. All of my guilt and self loathing were reserved for Edward, but I was no longer Edward. I was free. Edward looked at me in surprise and a little confusion. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, sounding less than confident. I just sneered, knowing that Edward was a weak coward at heart. That he was a dismal wretch Without a word, I reached down for the whip that had been dropped, abandoned on the floor. My whip. With a snarl, I lashed out with it, catching Edward across the chest and face while he screamed. "Punishment." I whispered, glaring hatefully at Edward. With a snarl, I lashed at him again and again, driving him backwards. Burning red lashes appeared across his chest, shoulder and even cheeks. "Stop." Edward gasped, trying to make it an order but it sounded too nervous. Too afraid. I just lashed at him again, while he started to beg me "Please. What's happened to us?" I paused for a moment, licking my lips, amazed to find myself...horny. My nipples were poking out, feeling like tiny erections and I felt wet between my legs. I'd always felt better when Edward was punished as he deserved, but never this much. "Over there." I finally said, gesturing towards one of the metal frames in the room. When Edward just stared at me, I hit him with the whip again...until he hurried over to the frame. "Lock your feet in." I ordered, gesturing to the cuffs for the feet. When Edward didn't immediately do so, I lashed at him again, catching him right across the cheek. This time there was a little blood dripping from a cut. "Do what I tell you to, you worthless fuck." I snarled. Edward looked shocked, but scared and confused at how everything had suddenly turned around. Once he did as I ordered, I went and locked his hands in, leaving him trapped in the frame. His front and back were both open and exposed and there was even a wheel that I could use to rotate him, putting him face down, face up, upside down or anywhere in between. I stretched the whip between my hands, staring at Edward, knowing that he was a worthless slug that deserved punishment. Who needed punishment. And I burned with a need to give it to him, for all the suffering that Edward had caused me. "What are you doing this for?" Edward demanded with some spirit, but not to much. Then he stared me in the eyes and gasped, "You're...you're insane." "No." I growled, stepping forward, "I'm your punishment." And with that, I turned the wheel on the frame and turned Edward upside down. "You're worthless." I hit his back with the whip, "A slug." I hit him again. "You're a...a bitch." Once again I hit him with the whip, feeling incredibly horny by this point. I moved to the other side and bent down to look at Edward, sneering at the makeup all over his face. "You're even wearing makeup like a bitch." I slapped in him the face at that, then stood back up, deciding to leave him there for awhile...sobbing to himself. I felt a little satisfied at that, knowing that Edward was finally getting what Edward deserved. Feeling pleased with myself...and very horny, I turned away from Edward and decided to look around. I'd never been able to do that in my previous visits and I was feeling rather curious. Besides, I smiled faintly, knowing that the anticipation would make Edward even more uncomfortable. Then, clutching my new whip in my hand, I slowly rolled it up as I started towards back part of the dungeon where I'd never been before. I went through an open doorway and saw that there was a slight hallway with several doors, and an open doorway. First I looked through the open doorway, seeing a somewhat large room that was packed with clothes...mostly skimpy and almost all humiliating for the wearer. There was also a large variety of 'toys' and the like filling the room as well, including ropes, handcuffs, dildos and more whips, but not limited to those. "Interesting." I commented, going to the other doors. Behind the first door was a room that could only be a prison cell. It was small and had manacles built into the wall as well as several metal rings. A small and extremely thin pad was stretched out as a bed and there was a bucket in the corner to serve as a toilet. There was also a strong feeling that this room had definitely been used, adding more evidence to what I'd heard about unwilling clients. The second door led to a room much like the first, so I closed the doors and returned to the main dungeon. I paused and stared at Edward, a sneer unconsciously forming on my lips. My fingers twitched slightly, slowly starting to unwind my whip. Then I paused, forcing myself to leave Edward be for the moment. It wasn't easy though since he was just hanging there...practically begging to be punished. A moment later, I had stepped out of the dungeon and back into the main hallway. I might have seen the dungeon, but I knew that there was still more of the floor to explore. At the far end of the hallway, there was another door. I didn't hesitate before opening it, wondering if it might be a second dungeon. However, what was behind the door surprised me more. After I stepped through the door, I found myself in what looked to be a normal apartment. Or at least the living room. There was a big screen TV, a stereo system, couches, recliners and all of the other necessities of a normal home. I looked around for a minute, even walking over to glance out the window. It was the first window that I'd ever seen on this floor. "Interesting." I muttered, quickly going over to the other opening that I saw. Within a minute, I had found the kitchen and dining room. Then there was another room that was absolutely filled with exercise equipment, nearly looking like a regular gym. I flexed my arm and stared at the muscle tone for second, now knowing where Mistress Delilah...I got my great muscle tone. The next room was a rather large bathroom with a huge bathtub...almost a hot tub, though I only really glanced through the door before walking to the next...and last room. Obviously the bedroom. "So this is her...my bedroom." I said absently, looking around the huge room. The first thing that caught my attention was the emperor sized bed, then the mirrors which covered nearly an entire wall. Without consciously thinking about it, I started towards he mirrors, stopping only once I was standing straight in front of them. I stared at my reflection, seeing one that was very familiar to me...that of Mistress Delilah. She...I looked extremely hot...and naked. I smirked at that, absently noticing that it looked rather cruel. However, that was nothing unusual at all. Then I looked down at the lump of bronze hanging between my new tits. I sneered and pulled the necklace off, staring at it for a moment before muttering, "Cheap garbage." and dropping it on the bed. With that done, I turned back to the mirror and stared at my new body for a minute, deciding that it wasn't bad at all. Better than being...than being Edward. At the thought of that name I felt the burning need to punish him tugging at my mind. "Punishment." I said, starting to unwind whip again, smiling cruelly as I though about how nice it was to have Edward get the punishment he deserved. How great it was to finally be free... "Free." I whispered, starting to play with my nipples. They were certainly a hell of a lot more sensitive than before. For a brief second, I stopped and stared at my fingers against my chest, seeing that my nails were longer than I'd realized and sort of pointed. Looking almost like claws...but feeling oh so good against my skin. Against my nipples. Without the least bit of hesitation, I plunged my fingers between my legs and inside my new pussy. I didn't consider how strange it was...just how good it felt. Especially with the thoughts of Edward getting what he deserved running through my mind as well. For the next 15 minutes, I masturbated...fingered myself...fucked myself silly on the bed. I'd never felt such a mind blowing orgasm as that before, and I loved it. I loved how my tits were hard as hell and screaming for attention, not to mention everything else. Finally, I got off the bed and turned to the closet doors. A walk in closet I learned a moment later...a VERY big one. One side was lined with revealing, but somewhat normal clothes and shoes. The other side on the other hand was much more filled...with all of the clothes for Mistress Delilah. All the stiletto boots, heels, and other clothing items. "Nice." I whispered, fingering several of the costumes and remembering how they looked on her...on me. Then, with a cruel smile, I pulled one out, staring at it in anticipation. This was what Mistress Delilah wore...what I wore. And Mistress Delilah never went naked around those who needed punishment. A minute later, I started getting dressed. Once I was finished, I stood up in my high heeled boots, feeling a little wobbly...but only for a few seconds as my body seemed to know how to balance in them...even feel comfortable wearing them. Then I turned to the mirror, giving a cold smile to my reflection. I looked VERY hot in the tight black latex costume. It was very similar to the one that Mistress Delilah...I...that were on the dungeon floor. The thigh length stiletto heeled boots and elbow length gloves matched the tight black latex costume nicely. I looked down at myself, at my firm breasts, feeling rather...proud. I smiled cruelly as I straightened up, reaching for the whip. I felt good. I felt...sexy...powerful. However, as good as I looked, I knew that I still wasn't complete. I was missing the makeup and ear rings, then glanced at the at the makeup table in the corner thoughtfully. A second later, I decided against it, not sure if my new body would take care of that the same way it had the heels and not wanting to take the time at the moment. Instead, there was something else that demanded my attention first. "Time to deal with Edward again." I said, snapping my whip and starting to get horny again at the thought. Not the thought of him...but the thought of him getting what he needed. What I needed. Then, I looked down at the bed and saw the necklace still sitting there, sneering at the sight of it but picking it up as I left the bedroom. As I returned to the living room, loving the sound of the 'click click' from my heels with every step. It seemed so...naughty. I paused in the living room and looked down at the necklace in my hand, sneering again. "Cheap garbage." I spat. With that, I went to the window, threw open the curtain, then the window before unceremoniously dropping the necklace out. Let some bum on the street have it because I certainly didn't want it. Taking one final look around her...my apartment, I noticed a cigarette case and a holder lying on the table. Without hesitating, I reached down for them, opening the case and inserting one of the white cigarettes into the holder. After all, Mistress Delilah...I smoked. A minute later, I confidently walked down the hall towards the dungeon, the cigarette holder between my fingers while I blew the smoke out, feeling rather satisfied. I hadn't smoked since I'd gone through a short phase in college. Then I frowned, remembering that it was Edward who'd smoked for about a month in college...and I wasn't that horrible man. Not anymore. I stepped back into the dungeon and just stood there for a moment, silently staring at Edward who was still hanging helplessly where I'd left him. With a cruel smile that I wasn't even consciously aware of forming on my face, I started towards him, knowing that it was time for his punishment to really start. It was hours later when I finally finished with Edward and left him locked in one of the cells that I'd found. At first I'd hesitated, but he needed more punishment and I knew that once he left, he wouldn't come back. Edward was too gutless for that. Then I remembered...I...Edward hadn't ever told anyone about his weekly visits to Mistress Delilah. No one knew where the worthless slime was...or where he would remain. I stared at the sobbing Edward through the sliding window of his cell door, smiling in satisfaction. I felt SO much better now. Edward had gotten more of what he deserved and I was VERY horny. However, I decided not to use him for that...just yet. He still needed to learn his proper place. How much he truly deserved to be punished. "No..." Edward cried weakly from the padding he was curled up on. I just smiled cruelly before turning away, already thinking about the next time. My pussy seemed to drip even more in anticipation, if that was possible. It seemed that for the first time since...everything was right in the world. I was finally free from the unending weight upon me...from the guilt and self loathing. And I was finally able to truly give Edward the punishment that he deserved. That punishment that had been too lacking until now. And I felt even better...more free because of it. "I don't know how this happened." I commented to myself as I looked around the dungeon with a wicked smile, "But I'll never go back. EVER." Edward was finally being punished as he deserved. "I am Mistress Delilah." I announced fiercely. "ME!" Then as my eyes drifted across my new tools...my hatred for Edward dimmed for just a moment. Long enough for me to wonder about her...my other clients. I had no real interest in them...only in Edward. However, as I thought about it... I couldn't help wondering if maybe...maybe Edward wasn't the only one who needed punishment. Maybe there were other people out there who needed it as well. "My purpose." I whispered, smiling cruelly as I realized why I was freed. Suddenly I knew without a doubt what my purpose was. It wasn't just for Edward. I existed to help people like Edward...to give them what they needed. Then with a cold...cruel smile, and a crack of my whip, I growled. "Punishment." THE END