I, Mistress

by Alex Tempera

  “I have never dated one of my subs,” I said. “Until Richard. He asked me to go out on a few dates.”

  “I guess I was too late,” he sighed. “Um, Mistress.”

  I had a feeling I knew where this was going and now would not be the time to discuss it, so I just smiled and patted his cheek. “It’s never too late unless you’re dead,” I kissed his cheek. “Let’s finish this and then, you can either go or share a pizza with me. I’m starved.”

  “Sounds great,” he smiled. “Um, thank you, Mistress.”

  “I’ll order the pizza and then we can finish this up while we wait.” I headed toward my room with the phone. He needed to be comfortable with me. I wasn’t a hard person to get along with, as long as it was done my way. And I needed the distraction. My mind kept drifting to Mae and her Dom. If I ever got a hold of that bastard who hurt her …

  11

  IT WAS QUIET tonight. I stood out on the balcony that was off my living room. I could see for miles over the city lights of Boston. I thought about my evening with Lox or even the punishment that I’d have to do to Richard. Both were charming men, but Lox was exotic and unknown. Richard may also be unknown because I don’t know him outside of being my sub. I don’t know if I’m supposed to know them. I tried my best to keep myself at a distance from my subs. I couldn’t get too involved. I was alone. It felt extremely lonely tonight. Usually, it doesn’t bother me. I needed Mae and she wasn’t here.

  Mae was my best friend and she was fighting for her life. A few months ago, she asked me to train her on how to be a sub, so I did. I wasn’t sure at first but then, she convinced me. She always picked the wrong man and thought she needed to take control of her life. She needed to figure out what she liked and who she was. She did both. Now, she finally became someone else’s sub and she was beaten because of it and so was he. I wanted to call Natalia but she already texted me saying she was staying at the hospital with Mae all night. I hated waiting. I hated being impatient. I needed to be patient. Impatience didn’t stem from control and I needed to be patient. Mae would get better. I hoped that she would get better.

  I walked back into the penthouse and over to the kitchen area. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the leftover pizza from dinner with Lox and a bottle of wine. Nothing like a good movie to curl up with as well as pizza and wine. So, that’s what I did. I had a large collection of books and movies but tonight, it was movie night. Hmm. I decided to watch one of my favorites, First Wives Club.

  I woke up the next morning to my cell phone ringing. I reached over to the nightstand and answered it. “Hello?” I slowly sat up and looked at the clock. “Natalia. How is she?”

  “She had to have surgery this morning. There was some damage to her stomach and spleen. She’ll be in here quite a while. I’ve talked with the police and I’ve taken Avery on as a patient. He’s in a coma.”

  “Dammit. Did he say anything? Did she?”

  “No, Ang, she hasn’t said anymore. I can’t allow anyone to see her for a few more days, but I’ll be here with her.”

  “Nat, take care of her, please.”

  “Of course, I’ll let know you periodically how things are going.”

  “Thanks. Take care of her and tell her as soon as I can, I’ll be there. Tell her I love her.”

  “I keep telling her that. Oh, did you get a hold of her mother?”

  “No, I can’t locate her but she’s still in Europe. I’ve left messages at the hotel and the Cosmetic Company she’s owns, but I haven’t heard back yet. Mae hasn’t talked to Ellen in years. I’d have better luck talking to Mae’s former nanny, and she’s dead.”

  “I figured, but it never hurts to try. Ang, I have to go, but you need to take care of yourself. You need to eat a lot better than you do. Pizza and wine are not a good snack.”

  “How do you know these things?” I laughed.

  “I know you,” Natalia said. “Get up, shower, have coffee, and eat something more than an apple or granola bar.” She hung up.

  Always looking out for me. Sometimes she took her role as a big sister way too serious, but I think she always feels like she has to make up for lost time.

  I climbed out of bed and grabbed my robe. I looked at the clock again. Seven. In 12 hours, Richard will be here for his punishment. I needed coffee and a shower. I headed down toward the kitchen, turned on the coffeemaker, and then straight down to the shower.

  I tried to release the tension in my neck but I just kept thinking about Mae. I was so worried about her. I probably stared at my phone for hours, hoping Natalia would call me, but she didn’t.

  I jumped slightly when my phone vibrated.

  JBoy: On my way up.

  AngR: Why?

  JBoy: Permission to come up.

  AngR: Why?

  JBoy: Mistress, you know why.

  And he was right. Jerry was right. He seemed to know when I needed him to be here and I have no idea how he knew that. My subs had their own pin to enter the penthouse and when they were no longer my subs, the pin would be deactivated. That just reminded me that I still needed to prepare for my new sub, panther.

  Jerry walked down the hall, carrying his bag. He immediately dropped to his knees at my feet. He kissed the top of each foot and then looked up. “Mistress, may I?”

  “Yes, boy, you may,” I smiled.

  Jerry walked down the hall to the bathroom. In a few minutes, he returned wearing only his gold chain that I gifted him. Where Richard’s chain was thick Figaro chain, Jerry’s chain was a thin figure-8 Chain. Jerry had a smaller stature but he was quite muscular. “Mistress, do you wish to go in the play room?”

  “No, here is fine.” I stood up from the stool at the island and walked over to the chaise in the corner of the room. I touched Jerry’s cheek with my hand and he kissed my hand. I kissed his forehead lightly. I removed my silk robe, wearing only my lace panties and I lay back on the chaise.

  Jerry dropped to his knees at my feet and kissed each foot. I watched Jerry as he carefully used his powerful fingertips and palms of his hands to massage me from my feet to my calves. He slowly worked his way up and when he got to my sex, his eyes flicked up at mine. “Mistress, may I kiss it?”

  “No, boy, just massage,” I said. That wasn’t his role. I wasn’t sure why he asked, but at least he asked and didn’t just do it. Richard and Jerry did not do that. Hell, I didn’t have too many subs do that. Fingers only, no tongues.

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress,” he continued massaging my body, working his way up to my breasts. His eyes flicked up again and before he could ask …

  “boy, suck my nipples,” I commanded.

  He was good at sucking. He sucked each nipple with great pleasurable force and then used his tongue to flick each one, all while massaging my breasts and then my arms. He released his embrace. “Mistress, may I?”

  “Yes,” I knew exactly what he wanted to do. This was what I allowed him to do. He made me feel better, more relaxed. That was boy’s task.

  He dropped to his knees on the side of the chaise and I rolled over to lie on my stomach. “Mistress, may I continue?”

  “Yes, boy,” I commanded.

  boy continued to massage my back and neck, working his way down to my buttocks. I could feel the tension finally releasing.

  Then he did something he did not ask permission for. I felt his tongue on my ass cheek. I flipped over swiftly. “boy!”

  He dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “I apologize, Mistress. I’m so sorry.”

  I stood up and put on my robe. I stood over him. “boy, do you know what you did wrong?”

  “I licked your ass, Mistress,” he sobbed.

  “No, sub,” I growled. All of my subs knew I was disappointed if I called them sub. It wasn’t an insulting name, but it was generic. They all had the sub names that I called them, and they didn’t like being labeled as generic. “You failed to ask for permission to touch me like that!”

  boy kept his head d
own. “I apologize, Mistress.”

  “You will be punished! On your feet, sub,” I commanded.

  boy clumsily but swiftly, well for him, rose to his feet, his eyes still focused on the floor but his head was straight. “Punished, Mistress?”

  “Yes, and since I know you love a good spanking…” My voice trailed off and I saw his lips slightly curl. “You will not get one. You’re being a brat and you know how I disapprove of that.”

  “Yes, Mistress. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to be a brat,” boy choked on his words.

  “In the playroom, Stand Straight. Now, sub.”

  He walked down the hall to the playroom and I walked into my bedroom to change. I threw on my black tank top and black yoga pants. This would not take long. I learned a long time ago that it wasn’t what I wore that gave me power and control, it was who I was.

  I walked into the playroom and boy was standing in the middle of the room, with his hands behind his head, fingers interlaced. I pulled my crop out of the top drawer and then opened the second drawer down. I pulled out a pink silicone cock-ring. Pink wasn’t something boy or even pet liked to wear. That is actually one of the questions on the form. What is their favorite and least favorite color. Pink being the most hated. It wasn’t one of my favorites either. I walked over to boy. I swatted his ass with my crop, six times on each cheek. I watched his cock get hard. I stood in front of him. “Put. This. On. Sub.” I handed him the pink cock-ring.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he took the cock-ring from my hands and placed it over his erection.

  I stepped backward but still faced him. “Ass down, legs spread.” I commanded.

  He promptly sat on the floor and opened his legs. “Yes, Mistress,” I could see the sadness in his face. No, he wasn’t being a brat. He screwed up and he knew it. I didn’t have a high tolerance for brats. I learned to tame the brattiness in my subs. Brats did something wrong on purpose so that they could be punished, a punishment they would enjoy. pet wasn’t being a brat.

  “Grab your cock and start on my count,” I commanded. Yes, one of the punishments was to jerk off without orgasm, but in a rhythm of my own counting.

  boy grabbed his cock and waited. The cock-ring would make him be able to jerk longer without orgasm and I wouldn’t let him release it. Not now. Not today.

  I counted with my own rhythm but it more like the beat to one of my favorite songs. Hey, Soul Sister by Train. It’s just one of many that like and I think … yes, boy knew that. “100,” I sighed. “On your feet.”

  boy wearily stood on his feet.

  “That orgasm belongs to me,” I looked in his eyes. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” his voice was weak.

  “Now, you licked my ass. Did you like it, boy?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “But you never did that before. You were a sub who only did certain things. You changed. Why?”

  “Per-permission to speak freely, Mistress?” his voice was low and very shaky. I don’t think it was nerves. I believe he was truly upset and not about the punishment.

  “Take off the cock-ring and get dressed. Meet me in the living room in five minutes,” I turned on my heels and headed out of the playroom. I never allowed intimate conversation in the playroom. The playroom was for playing and punishing. Not intense discussion. Whenever a sub asked to speak freely, it seemed important and intense.

  I sat on my sofa and waited for Jerry to approach. He was about to kneel at my feet when I shook my head and pointed to the chair. This chair was only to be sat in by my subs. It was a wooden chair, with white cushions. Very stylist and fit in with the rest of my black and white themed living room.

  Jerry carefully sat down in the chair, folded his hands in his lap, and looked up at my gaze. “May I speak, Mistress?” he asked quietly. This wasn’t the typical Jerry, who was always energetic and a little flamboyant.

  I crossed my legs and leaned forward slightly. “Something is going on with you and I’d like to know what it is.”

  “I heard that you were getting rid of all your subs,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I was trying to do what you liked so you would keep me.”

  “What? Where did you hear that?”

  “Well, Anna is gone.”

  “She moved on to a new master. A male dominant. Her choice. Her decision.”

  “And you got a new, Greek God as a sub.”

  I tried not to snicker and I knew exactly where this crap came from. “Richard called you? Now, don’t lie. I don’t like liars and I’ll drop you in a heartbeat if you lie.”

  “Richard called. He said that you were changing. He said you got a new sub and he was this Greek God, so you wouldn’t want someone … someone like me.”

  “What did he mean by someone like you? What did he call you?” Now, I was getting pissed. Not at Jerry but at Richard. He was up to something and I didn’t like whatever it was. I don’t play games.

  “Mistress, maybe I shouldn’t say.”

  “Yes, you should say,” I stood up and walked over to him. “Jerry, do you like being my sub?”

  “Yes, Mistress, I do.”

  “When you licked my ass, did you do it because you liked it or because you knew I liked it?”

  “Because I knew you liked it but once I did it, I realized I liked it, too, um, Mistress.”

  “Jerry, do you want to do more during our sessions?”

  He nodded without saying a word.

  “Say the words, boy,” I demanded.

  Jerry nodded and smiled. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve been your sub for over a year now and it seems like we only do certain things.”

  “That’s because when you filled out your questionnaire, you stated the things that you wanted to do. You liked giving massages. You liked rubbing my feet. Kissing and sucking on my breasts. You wish to do more?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I’ll tell you what,” I stood up and walked over to my desk in the corner of the room. I opened the drawer and pulled out a folder. I handed the folder to Jerry. “Here is a new form and questionnaire. Now, I want you to read each rule and remember it. I also want you to look at the form differently this time.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “The last time you answered just yes or no, on each question if you liked something or didn’t like something. Now, I want you to look at each question in another way. If you’ve tried and liked it, put yes. If you’ve tried it and didn’t like it, but no. If you haven’t tried it but want to, put that you want to. If you see something, you never can see yourself trying, put hard limit. We’ll go through this the next time you and I meet. Also, as we go along, if you find there are more things like you or we are doing something that you don’t like, you must speak up. I don’t read minds, boy.”

  “Thank you, Mistress. I’m sorry. Richard just said … he said you didn’t really want me because everyone knows I’m gay.”

  I took Jerry’s hands. “Are you gay, Jerry?”

  “No,” he said. “I just like what I like. I didn’t realize liking my job and liking feet meant I was gay.”

  “Jerry, do you want to suck a man’s cock?”

  “No, Mistress, I don’t.”

  “Jerry, do you want something in your virgin ass?”

  “No, Mistress. Hard limit.”

  “I know,” I kissed his cheek. “You’re not gay. To me, it doesn’t matter either way. If you were gay, it would make more sense to be with a Master rather than a Mistress. boy,” I put my hand on his shoulder. “Tuesday night as always?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” his eyes lit up. “I’m sorry. Thank you for your time, Mistress.”

  “Um, boy, do you have time on Wednesday night for dinner?”

  “Um, dinner?”

  “Yes, I think that all my subs should be reacquainted. You’ll get to meet Lox.”

  “Lox?”

  “Loxias. I call him panther.”

  “Oh, but I’m still your boy?”

  “Ye
s,” I pressed my mouth against his trembling lips. “Six o’clock. Here. Wednesday. You’re dismissed.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” Jerry trotted over to his bag, snatched it up, and walked toward the elevator.

  I called Lox and gave him the invitation to dinner. I could tell that he wanted to play again tonight, but I told him that wasn’t a good idea, but we would play again soon. I just had to figure out my schedule with my subs. Jerry’s night was always Tuesdays. He would usually come here or we’d go to the club. Lately it has been at the club but I think I’ll start using my own playroom more.

  I had to figure out the perfect nights for Lox. I was thinking Saturdays and Sundays.

  As for Richard, pet would be dealt with tonight.

  12

  I STARED AT the elevator as it opened promptly at seven o’clock. Richard walked directly to the playroom to get ready for his punishment. I let him stay in there for fifteen minutes before I entered the room. I knew it only took him two minutes to get undressed, so for thirteen minutes he was on his knees and elbows, with his ass sticking up, completely nude. And yes, I needed to calm down. I was very angry for his games. I also wanted a drink but there wasn’t drinking while punishing and I could not enter that room being angry. Disappointed, sure, but not angry. I’d never harm one of my subs. I’d never harm anyone … except the bastard who hurt Mae.

  I entered the room and stood in front of pet’s body. I used my hand and slapped his left ass cheek as hard as I could. I knew it stung because it stung my hand. Good. I slapped him again. I slapped him another time. “Ass down! Legs spread.”

  He quickly and swiftly sat on his ass, which probably still burned from my slaps. He spread his legs. “Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.”

  “What are you thanking me for, sub?” I stood over him.

  “Punishment, Mistress. I was wrong. I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “Sub, your punishment is not over.”

  “Yes, Mistress,” his eyes flicked up to mine.

  “Eyes down until I say,” I commanded.